#It only took me two tries for this one too 😳

[shima-draws]

EPIC GAMER MOMENT I can’t BELIEVE I a managed to get one of the rarest shinies 🥺

LOOK AT HIM!! HE’S BABY! HE’S MY LITTLE POGCHAMP!!!

[mooshywrites]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gender neutral human crush putting a flower ring on their left ring finger because it fits? They took a moment to realise that they're also wearing their flower ring on their left hand which they thought it's like they're married to him 😳

This is so cute, I can’t :,)

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Astarion -

~ Astarion didn’t really pay much mind to whatever you were making with flowers

~ So far, he’d relented to you making him a flower crown, a bracelet, even a clumsily put together necklace out of the daisy patch near the camp

~ When you finally managed to make two rings, you were more preoccupied with whether Astarion’s would fit rather than what finger you had put your own on

~ Astarion held out his left hand when you asked, continuing to read his book when you slipped the ring over his finger

~ When you were done, he looked over it approvingly before looking at the band on your own left ring finger.

~ You realized what he too had noticed, hiding your blushing face as he smirked triumphantly

~ “My darling, if you wanted to pin me down forever, you only need ask.”

Gale -

~ Gale was an excellent student, paying close attention as you taught him how to weave together flower rings

~ He wanted to make one for everyone in camp, quickly getting the hang of the craft

~ When you both had finished a set, he smiled and said you should trade, so you’d each have a piece of each other

~ You distractedly said yes, holding out your hand

~ You didn’t notice he had put it on your left ring finger until you were done doing the same

~ Gale seemed to have caught on before you, smiling brightly as he looked over his own ring

~ “Who knew proposal was so easy!”

Wyll -

~ Wyll loved taking small naps in the grass when the sun was still high

~ Today, he convinced you to come and sit with him in the field, relaxing on a small picnic blanket

~ You mostly started weaving flower rings just to keep away boredom, but soon began making one for Wyll

~ He noticed what you were doing and tried copying the movements, hoping you wouldn’t point out how messy his rings looked

~ He jokingly held out his left hand, lifting his ring finger for you to put the ring, not expecting you would do it

~ Not catching onto his joke, you did

~ The color drained from your face in embarrassment as you realized what you had done

~ Wyll would just laugh and kiss your cheek, sliding the ring he made onto your finger

~ “I’ll make a better one when I truly ask for you to be mine.”

Halsin -

~ Halsin very much enjoyed the time the both of you spent in nature

~ He’d tell you little things he knew about everything around you as you wound together flowers

~ You stared off by putting flowers in his hair, quickly moving to adorning all of him in the little buds

~ He just chuckled and let you, not pointing out that you had put the first ring on his left ring finger

~ He smiled, warmth filling his chest at your sweet mistake

~ He’d take a ring from you, slipping it over your own ring finger

~ Only then did it dawn on you what you had done. Halsin didn’t even give you a chance to walk it back before pulling you into a tight bear hug

~ “Now even nature binds us together for eternity”

Dammon -

~ Dammon loved when you played with flowers, usually it ended with him with a little wreath of nature around his horns

~ Today, he was hell bent on learning how to make the wreaths himself

~ All of his attempts were… lacking to say the least. Each one was tiny and thin

~ You assured him they were beautiful and that they were the perfect size to be a ring

~ To prove it, you quickly placed one on the first finger you got to

~ You didn’t understand why he blushed so deeply until he took your hand in his, slipping one onto your ring finger

~ His expression was so shy and sweet, you didn’t have the heart to admit it had been an accident

~ “I always knew you’d be the first to ask”

Rolan -

~ Rolan didn’t really see the point of flower rings, but the smile you gave him had him desperate to learn

~ He patiently watched you work, impressed with how quickly you could wind together a small ring

~ He picked up the finished project, studying it carefully

~ After a minute, he’d not as if he had decided something, asking if he could have it

~ You were so excited he liked it, that you didn’t notice that it was his left hand you slid the ring onto, not his right

~ He grinned when you did, demanding you make another one to put on your ring finger

~ “Perhaps these flower rings aren’t so useless after all.”

Zevlor -

~ Zevlor was a little hesitant to let you cover him in flower crafts, but how could he ever say know to your fluttering lashes

~ He sat with a huff, letting you drape little rings around his horns, decorating them beautifully

~ He held out his hand with a grumble when you asked to put a ring on him, his left hand first since you were standing on that side

~ You unknowingly slipped it over his left ring finger, distracted by the wreath that was coming undone on one of his horns

~ He chuckled when he noticed, pulling a small band off his horn and putting it on your ring finger

~ His would kiss your nose sweetly, enjoying the embarrassed blush that crawled across your face

~ “I would’ve let you pretty me up with flowers sooner if it meant this.”

[lazyneonrabbitt]

double p*netration with carmy/lip/reader please 😳😳

Ohohohoho anon ILY for this.

There's porn here. 18+ blah blah minors piss off.

"What if we both fuck her tonight?" Carmy's question came during a shared cigarette, hanging out of the kitchen window.

"What are you talking about, we basically always both fuck her." Lip offers him back the cigarette with a questioning look.

"Yeah, I mean, we do. But we always take turns." He gestured between the them to accentuate his comment to which Lip's brows raised in interest before quickly waving the whole thing off again. "Forget about it man, she won't do anal. Begged and bribed my way through college to let me but she never would. Absolute turn off for her."

"Think she'll fit us both?" It was a sincere question, thanks to some stupid videos Richie had shoved in his face after work. 'To give him some ideas.'

~~☆☆☆~~

You were straddling Carmy, his cock all the way inside you while Lip's hand rested on your lower back, stuffing three lubed up fingers insides of you as well. Your moans were muffled with your face in the crook of Carmy's neck and biting down. Lip being rough with you was nice, especially with Carmy being ever so soft with you to balance it out. Fingers were pulled from you and a short moment later you feel the tip of Lip's cock slide down your ass. Your high pitched whine was a sound he knew all too well.

"Shh, baby. He won't do it." It was Carmen who comforted you, a hand on the back of your head and the other rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder. You felt him move further down and prod at your entrance where Carmy was still inside. He pulled away for a moment, only to return his previous actions with his dick covered in a thick layer of lubricant. "Just keep breathing, baby.." Carmen's soothing voice whispered, kissing the side of your head as Lip held his head on the other side of you. "Gonna fill you up real good, gonna go slow for you." With some awkward moving around he pushed his tip past your entrance.

"Fuh-- god, ahh.." Your pained cry was joined by groans of the two boys. Your fingers pulling hard on Carmy's curls as gour tried to breathe through the pressure of them stretching you beyond anything you ever felt.

"Hhnng.. Too much--" Lip slowly pushed further in despite your protests, each time only a fraction of an inch and stopping to let you adjust for a moment. "You can take it, sweetheart." and "doing so good for us." fell from their lips. All while Carmy moaned with every one of the other's thrusts, the feeling of Lip's cock against his was new but not unwelcome. His sounds only turned you on more. You kissed and licked at every bite mark you had left on Carmy's shoulder, apologizing between gasps and sighs.

Once fully in, tears were streaming down your face. Any bit of movement shot straight to your core, being so full made you feel every single twitch. Being pulled backwards against Lip's chest you let out a cry one of them rubbed right against that spot that had you see stars. It felt so good you were afraid you'd come as soon as they started to move.

Carmen took the change in position as an oportunity to play with your tits, rolling the hardened nubs between his skilled fingers. "Ah Carm--" You tried to beg him not to tease but all the stimulation took your voice, nothing but whines leaving you.

Whines turned into moans from all three of you as Lip announced he felt like you adjusted long enough and carefully lifted your hips and pulled you down in a slow, steady rythm. It only took a few thrusts for you to be a babbling mess, trying your hardest to form a sentence but failing. To your luck Lip understood your fucked dumb language and moved his fingers to rub on your clit, adding rhat bit of extra pressure to push you over the edge.

You cried out as your walls clenched around the two cocks buried deep inside of you, encouraging them to keep thrusting. Carmen's hands laid over Lip's, squeezing your skin and setting a quicker pace. Both boys only chasing their own release now, dragging you along to another high with their hard thrusts and loud groans, both so close that they could barely hold back. "God, Lip- Close.." Carmen rasped as his grip on you tightened. "Fuck- Yeah, me too." You clawed at Carmen's chest, forehead pressed against his collarbone as you clenches hard around them again, their desperate tones getting you off before both of them followed suit. They came one after the other, only one or teo thrusts in between, stilling inside of you until they were fully spent.

You fell limp against Carmen, having Lip pull out first and grabbing some paper towels for you to leak onto as Carmen pulled out and carefully placed you on the bed.

"Sould we run her a bath, get her cleaned up?" Lip gives you a quick look before answering. "Lets get a warm towel and clean her off first. If she wakes then we'll bathe her."

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A/N: this one was funky to write. Three people together is like a nasty game of twister so not much position swapping happened lol. Hope you enjoyed it!!

[little-emerald-snake]

Brat taming w Ominis maybe? 😳 the more mean dominis, the better

Bratty - Dominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

This isn’t as spicy as I wanted to go but I really struggle with writing Ominis as a super hard Dom. In my mind he is a sweet baby angel who can do no wrong.

Warnings: Mild Dominis, bratty behavior, fingering f receiving, orgasm denial, punishment

700 words

She’d been in a defiant mood all day from the moment they woke up. Ominis knew it was likely just to push his buttons for one reason or another but the more she acted out the more he wanted to act on it and dole out a befitting punishment.

She’d come from work not long ago and when he hadn’t asked for a kiss from her she decided to pick an attitude with him. “What? No kiss? Are you punishing me for earlier today?”

Ominis scoffed, stopping his reading briefly to respond to her. “If I was punishing you for your behavior as of late, you'd know it, Darling. It wouldn’t possibly be something as bland as not asking for your kisses.”

She furrowed her brows in question and irritation, wondering what he was possibly upset about. “You doling out some serious form of punishment, puh-lease. You wouldn’t be so harsh with a punishment.”

He gave her a challenging look. “You’re being quite a disobedient brat lately. Are you looking to get punished? Is that what you want sweetheart?”

She came to straddle his lap, meeting his challenge. “Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t think you could actually punish me for anything because you’re far too teeth rottingly sweet to me.”

Ominis let out a deep chuckle that reverberated through his chest and caused goosebumps to rise across her skin. “Oh, Darling. I thought you knew better than to underestimate me. Silly, silly girl. How wrong you are.”

She leaned in close now, licking her lips in preparation for the searing kiss she knew was to come next. “Prove it.”

In a flash she was pinned underneath him and although Ominis was still pretty lithe like he had been all those years ago at Hogwarts, he was also surprisingly strong, able to pin her down effectively rendering her struggle useless. “Now you’re in trouble, naughty girl. Giving me attitude all day and acting like I won’t take charge and punish you like you properly deserve.”

She whined pathetically as he licked a thick stripe up the side of her neck where he knew it would drive her wild with excitement. Her back bowed off the couch as much as it could from under him. She eagerly tried to press against him but he’d moved just out of reach, denying her of the friction she desperately craved.

Her hands slid up, trying to tug him down onto her but he easily took both wrists in one hand above her head, effectively stopping her wandering hands. “Brats don’t get what they want, you’d do well to remember that, Dove.”

He maneuvered their bodies so he could easily hold her wrists above her head and slide his fingers down the front of her pants. She moaned with relief when his fingers touched her under the fabric where she grew hot and wet for him.

She was absolutely soaked as he plunged two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to deftly roll blissful circles around her clit.

She whined, hips lifting to seek more of his touch. More of the pleasure that he was flaring to life inside her body. He made sure she received only the pleasure he doled out and nothing more, she was being greedy as always. “Naughty, Dove. My greedy little girl thinks she deserves to cum on my fingers? Is that what you think you deserve?”

He chuckled, hearing her whine, hips bucking upwards with need. She was clearly on the precipice of an orgasm and he couldn’t have that. Just as her cries began to crescendo, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her high and dry before her orgasm could hit.

She gasped, eyes misty with confusion and bliss meeting his smug expression. She whined, collapsing backwards onto the bed at the realization of what he’d done. “Ominissss…this isn’t fair!”

He chuckled, sliding his slick coated fingers up her torso and gently sliding them into her mouth. “You’re in no position to bargain about what is and is not fair, Dove. You wanted a punishment and now you’re mad that I’m delivering. You are going to learn to behave. That bratty behavior will get you nowhere.”

[creedslove]

WE CAN'T 💔 - DRABBLE

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you go on a stakeout with Javier and Murphy and that helps you change your mind about Javi

(this is just a drabble ❤️)

Warnings: angst hehehe

A/N: I decided to write this drabble because I'm crazy and I feel jealous of Javi 😳

1k words

Shifting uncomfortably in the backseat, you looked out the window, bored to death as you had to hear all kinds of jokes and teasing from Steve, while Javier elbowed him silently every five minutes, sort of pretending you weren't there, hoping you wouldn't get what the jokes were about. You didn't even want to come in the first place, stakeouts weren't part of your job and they could only go two ways: slow and boring, or violent and dangerous. You shouldn't have even been there, but Steve and Javi had insisted on it so you'd get more field experience as they said.

Perhaps you would've agreed if the stakeout actually had a purpose, if you were waiting for something meaningful to happen, something that could actually add up to the case and helped you all catch Escobar. However, waiting outside a whorehouse for a guy named McPickle to finish fucking some hooker was the kind of experience you didn't actually see it as enriching for you.

It was hot, sunny, you were thirsty and sweating, and it bothered you each time Murphy joked about that being Peña's favorite brothel in the city, or how Javier immediately cleared his throat and tried to convince the two of you that a friend of his had told him about that place. It was just embarrassing and awkward for the three of us, when it was obviously a lie, Javier had been to that place more times he'd been to work probably, and that fact made your guts churned; it wasn't like you tried to be dramatic but it sort of felt like you'd been stabbed through the heart; it just bothered you and made you feel uncomfortable, you didn't like to think of Javier with any other woman at all, it was dumb and territorial but if he had asked you on a date, you really didn't want to sit around and listen to his review of best prostitutes around.

He didn't dare looking back at you, so he definitely missed the moment you rolled your eyes or how you scoffed, crossing your arms and watched out of the window as the door opened and a couple of women with lingerie walked a guy outside.

"That's freckles…" Javi bluntly said right before exiting the vehicle with Murphy.

While Steve walked towards McPickle and shook his head, Javi took a slower step and placed his hand on his waist. You couldn't actually hear what they were saying to the man, their conversation wasn't loud, but you were able to see and hear it pretty well when Javi raised his hand and greeted the prostitute

"¡Hola, Vanessa!"

And of course she smiled big and giggled, blowing him a kiss. Who wouldn't act like that when Javier Peña threw his charms?

You made room for McPickle, who smirked at you, but you just groaned showing the disgust in your face as Murphy got behind the wheel and drove off.

•••

You sighed the moment you heard the knock on your door, knowing exactly who it was and fighting yourself the urge of ignoring it, it would probably be easier that way, but you couldn't just do that, you knew you had to give an explanation.

Getting up from the couch, you walked the door, opening it and finding Javier standing there, he had his leather jacket on, over one of his colorful shirts. He leaned on his arm at your door and smirked, looking Jo and down at you.

"Hey cariño, are you ready for our date?" Though he enjoyed seeing your body in your stay-in short clothes, he could tell you weren't ready to go out just yet

"Did I get here too early? I can wait for you to doll up for me" he winked but you shook your head

"I'm sorry Javi, but I can't go on a date with you, I really am… but I just can't"

"Why?"

"It was the stakeout… I mean, we were in front of one of your favorite whorehouses, which means you've been to more than one multiple times, you recognized the hooker and not only that, you know her real name… I'm so sorry Peña, but that changed my view on you" you sighed sadly

"What? Are you fucking serious? Don't act like you didn't know it-"

"Javi, I knew it, of course, everyone in Colombia knows you like prostitutes, but seeing is different from only hearing it, it is a lot worse… You know, if we went out today what would happen? We'd have dinner, a couple of drinks, we'd go back to your apartment, you'd fuck me on the couch or in bed, the same place you've fucked all of them and then the next day I'd go back to being nothing more than a co-worker. This is not who I am, Javier, I want more, I deserve something more than being your escort for the night, and you don't do relationships, I can't change for you, and you can't change for me"

You explained to him your reasons as he stared at you with an indecipherable expression. His deep brown eyes gazed up and down one last time before sighing and clenching his jaw. He seemed to let all your words sink in, as if he were really taking into account what you were saying.

Finally, he scoffed and stared at you

"Fuck this" he said turning his back and walked away.

Later that night, Vanessa knocked on his door so he could have some fun for the night, though your words stung him, being deep into his mind. He hadn't chosen to have feelings for you, but he did, and he was a fool to think you would ever give him the time of the day. He knew you were more than simply his lay for the night, but it was all his damaged heart could offer you. At the same time he couldn't change his ways, so he accepted he would stick to a paid company and you would stay away from him, after all, you and Javi were simply incompatible.

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A/N: please besties don't kill me, but I get so jealous when he says hi to Vanessa 🔪

[zeetickles]

OK HERE WE GO YALL ITS TIME FOR

ZEE’S FIRST SESSION

i had the ABSOLUTE HONOR of having my first session with @bunnygirltickles !! we met each other over thanksgiving break and found out we’re in the same state . and each haven’t had a session before . so .. THE REST WRITES ITSELF !!!

i legit prepared so much for this yall . i bought paintbrushes and baby oil, watched videos on how to give great massages for aftercare (I LITERALLY TOOK NOTES) , asked ppl for advice, etc.

on the evening of, i also bought some chocolate chip cookies for her as a gift and headed to her place !! after like an hour and missing my exit two times (im horrendous with directions) I MADE IT !! we hugged and chatted for a bit before deciding on somewhere nearby to pick up some food, then got back and ate while watching a movie :)

THEN . we finished eating and i noticed her like …staring at me .. and i realized. OH.. ITS TIME HUH .

you could tell we were both VERY NERVOUS AKSJSQ MY HEART WAS BEATING FAST IN ALL HONESTY . and we just kinda did a-

“soooo.. uh.. should we …?” 😳

i brought my switch to play Mario Kart since we talked about it a bit in dms (talked a lot of shit too 👹) and she mentioned loving the idea of tickle challenges ! so the first thing we did was a challenge where one person had to do a race while getting tickled and we see who does better/gets the faster time ! i think it was a good way to ease into everything :)

to sum it up tho i did way better than her and she’s mad ☺️

then we were pretty much just chilling on the sofa watching Christmas movies, and she had her feet in my lap .. and every now and then i would gently drag my fingers or one of the brushes up and down her feet and she’d squirm and giggle and it was the CUTEST!!!! and when i’d try to go for her tummy she’d just kinda melt off the couch and we’d end up on the floor and i’d tickle her everywhere and have tickle fights !!! (i’d win) i was a little mean here i won’t lie .. 😗 BUT IT WAS FUN !! it happened a couple times too :)

i slowly got more comfortable with saying teases too and i was pleasantly surprised :) (big worry i had) still a little tame tho .. i said things like “you have such a pretty laugh/smile” and “this is a bad spot huh?” and “good job” but i didn’t use any of the sweet nicknames some of y’all know so well, MAYBE NEXT TIME I’LL BE BOLDER !!

i got to pin her down, blow raspberries, used baby oil on her feet, she got away at one point and ran to the bathroom SO I HAD TO CHASE HER DOWN >:) it was super fun ..

her worst spots are definitely her tummy ESPECIALLY BELLY BUTTON, feet, inner thighs, and underarms 🤭 for me, she only tickled my tummy, underarms and feet BUT MY TUMMY AND UNDERARMS WERE PRETTY BAD AJWHSQJ . feet got some laughs but not as ticklish as i hoped they’d beeee ;(

finally i TRIED MY BEST to give her a good foot massage ! i never gave one before but i watched a lot of videos and i hope she enjoyed it ! she got super sleepy afterwards tho, so hopefully that’s a good sign :)

she’s an amazing person, so sweet for hosting, and i had such a great time with her!! this whole thing felt so surreal … I CANT WAIT TO HAVE MORE SESSIONS WITH OTHERS !! LOVE U ALL <333

(if u actually read this whole thing ur a real one and here’s a cookie 🍪)

[willalove75]

That last fic 😳 some jealous or possessive Rebecca pls ?

Absolutely!! Love me a little jealous Rebecca😉

Thanks so much for the request!💕

The last few months have been a whirlwind to say the least. What started out as a drunk make out session with Rebecca after a long night of celebrating a big win, quickly turned into you two casually hooking up a couple of times a week. It was great at first, no strings attached, sneaking around at work, you both subtly trying to turn the other one on during the day, the best sex you've had in a long time, it was damn near perfect. That was until you started to catch feelings and slowly wanted more.

You knew what the arrangement was between the two of you and you respected it, but you had this feeling that slowly began to eat away at you. Instead of looking at her as your hot fuck buddy, you slowly started finding the beauty in every thing she did; you were captivated by how her eyes sparkled when she laughed, how cute you found her crows feet in the corners of her eyes, how it took every ounce of self control in your body to not kiss the laugh lines around her gorgeous smile.

Once the feeling became too much you broke down and told her about how you really felt, how you didn't expect her to return the feelings because it's not what either of you signed up for. To no surprise, Rebecca said she enjoyed the arrangement the two of you had and had no desire to take it any further. It hurt hearing her say that, but you weren't surprised and respected her wishes and tried your best to keep things as they were. When your feelings for her only got stronger you decided you needed to take a break from it and although she was disappointed, she understood and she seemed to respect you more for your honesty.

The two of you were able to stay civil, friends even. Of course there were a few brief moments of weakness on both of your parts and you had a stray hookup here, a one night stand there, but it never went further. Even when you weren't seeing each other, casually or otherwise, you both still flirted with each other once in awhile in the office or when you went out as a group or out to lunch with Keeley.

Usually you tried to attend as many Richmond games as possible, but tonight you weren't able to make it. When the match was over you get a phone call from Keeley.

"Y/n!!"

"Hey Keels!"

"We won! We're going out to celebrate, I'll be there to pick you up in 30 minutes!"

"Okay!" You say as you laugh. "I'll be ready when you get here!"

Guess you were going out tonight, which truthfully you were excited about since you feel like you haven't went out and had fun in a while. Combing through your closet you find a cute, borderline sexy dress and throw it on. After fixing your hair and makeup you look in the mirror and you're impressed with what you were able to throw together in such a short amount of time. In that moment you get a text from Keeley saying she's here and you grab your bag and jacket and head out the door.

"Damn you look hot!!" She says when you get in the car.

"Why thank you, you're not lookin' too bad yourself!"

"Rebecca is gonna drool when she sees you." Keeley says playfully.

"Oh stop, first of all, we're not even doing that anymore and secondly, it was supposed to be a secret!"

"You know you can't hide things like that from me, I'll always figure it out!"

You laugh at her boldness, even though she was right. Both you and Rebecca were doing a good job at keeping your relationship quiet but somehow Keeley picked up on it almost immediately. Even though she promised not to tell anyone, you're pretty sure she ended up telling Roy. Every time he saw you and Rebecca together, even if you were in a meeting with a bunch of other people he'd give the both of you a look. It bothered the shit out of you and he knew it, which is probably why he kept doing it.

Keeley pulls up to the club and you both get out of the car and head in. You can feel the bass of the music in your chest as you walk through the crowd of people to the VIP section the team was in. The team cheers when they see you and Keeley and you greet everyone. Out of the corner of your eye you see Rebecca walking over. She gives Keeley a hug and gives you a friendly hug. One of the players calls your name and you turn your attention to them but you can see Rebecca staring at you in your peripheral vision.

It's been a few weeks since you last got together; you so badly wanted to pull her into the bathroom and lock the door. Instead you decide to settle on grabbing a drink and a shot and see if you can find someone in the club to distract you for the night.

At the bar you down your shot and begin to sip on your drink, eyeing the crowd. Every so often your eyes land on Rebecca sitting on one of the couches behind the roped off VIP section, but you quickly divert your attention elsewhere.

~~~~~~

Sitting on the couch, Rebecca eyes you at the bar. She watches you take the shot the bartender handed you, her eyes travelling down your body.

"Wow she looks good in that dress." Rebecca thinks to herself as she admires you from afar. After you take the shot she sees you turning in her direction and she quickly looks away, not wanting you to catch her staring. Rebecca was the one who said she didn't want to take it further than friends with benefits, the last thing she wanted was for you to see her pining for you across the room.

As much as she would hate to admit it, Rebecca did miss you. She really began to enjoy your company and looked forward to seeing you in, and outside, of the office. Thinking back on it, Rebecca was the one who usually reached out to you first to meet up, or pulled you into a supply closet or empty room in the office for a quickie.

When you admitted your feelings for her, she got scared, she genuinely enjoyed where you two were and was afraid to ruin it. The last real relationship she was in was with Rupert and we all know how that ended. It's not that she didn't really like you, it was more so that she was afraid of getting hurt, or hurting you.

~~~~~~~

As you scan the crowd you look for a potential suitor for the night. It's not that you were looking to take someone home, you were really just looking for someone to have fun with before you went home, preferably alone. If something more to develop and you happened to not go home alone, well whatever was going to happen, you were gonna let it happen.

In the crowd you catch the gaze of a gorgeous pair of blue eyes, a handsome man, probably about your age if not a little older. Dark brown hair, a very short, well manicured beard and a jawline to die for. This man was good looking, probably exactly what you needed to get your mind off of Rebecca and to have a good time with. You flash him a smile and turn back to the bar, the ball was in his court.

Within a few minutes you notice someone walk up next to you at the bar. Making eye contact with the gorgeous blue eyes once more, you're pleased to see the handsome man you made eye contact with earlier.

"Hey." He says, his voice velvety and on the deeper end of the vocal range.

"Hey." You say, smiling back.

"I apologize if this is too forward, but, I couldn't help but notice you earlier. You're beautiful. May I buy you a drink?"

"A gentleman? In this club? Either I've hit the lottery or you have ulterior motives." You playfully reply.

He laughs at your joke and smiles at you.

"Is it such a crime to want to buy a beautiful woman another round of her probably way too sweet, fruity cocktail?"

"I would be very offended if this wasn't exactly what you described it as. But if you insist, who am I to deny a handsome man from buying me another drink?"

He laughs again and reaches out his hand.

"I'm James."

"Y/n." You say, shaking his hand.

"And what brings you here tonight y/n?"

"Just here with a few of my friends." You avoid telling him you're with the team, the last thing you want is to have to parade this guy around introducing him to his favorite players. "How about you?"

"I'm here celebrating my friends birthday, he insisted this is where he wanted to go. Normally a place like this isn't really my thing."

"Ah, and what usually is your thing?"

"Hanging out in the backyard with some friends, a good playlist, a bonfire and good alcohol."

You gently pinch his arm and he laughs. "What was that for?"

"Just making sure you're real and not a figment of my imagination."

~~~~~~

Rebecca looks back over at the bar and watches an incredibly handsome man make his way over to you. Intently staring as the two of you begin talking, she grips her glass a little tighter when she sees you flirting with him. Rebecca's heart begins to beat a little harder when she watches you bite your bottom lip as you look at him, as the two of you laugh. Her body stiffens when she watches you pinch his arm, no doubt making a flirtatious joke as you bat your eyelashes at him.

It took all of the energy she had, but she was finally able to peel her eyes away from the two of you and down her drink. After taking a deep breath she sets her glass down and heads over to the bar, convincing herself it was just to get another drink.

~~~~~~

The bartender puts down your drink that James bought you just as you finish the one you were sipping on.

"So, y/n, what do you do?"

"I'm in marketing. How about you?"

"Very cool, I just graduated from law school."

"Oh, very fancy."

"Yeah, I just got a job at my dads firm."

"Ah, there it is."

"What does that mean?" He asks, pretending to be offended.

"I'm just joking, that's very kind of your father to give such an inexperienced law school graduate a job at his fancy firm." You tease.

"That's fair." He laughs.

It surprises you how captivated you are by this man. His blue eyes sparkle in the lights, he has a beautiful smile, hell, everything about this man is beautiful. You gently bite your lower lip as you study the details of his face.

The conversation flowed so naturally between the two of you, you didn't even notice Rebecca was standing next to you until you heard her voice when she ordered a drink from the bartender. Without even realizing it, you turn towards her when you hear her voice and she looks over at you.

"Hey." You say with a smile.

"Hello, having fun?" She asks.

"I am, are you?"

"Mhm." She says as she nods.

James draws your attention back to him when you feel his hand on your arm.

"Would you do the honor of dancing with me, y/n?"

"I would love to."

He takes your hand and leads you out to the dance floor and you begin dancing with him. You watch his eyes as they travel up and down your body as you sway your hips to the music, they finally travel back up to meet yours and a light blush crosses his cheeks.

"I didn't mean to stare, you're just really beautiful."

"You're not too bad looking yourself, I think I can forgive you."

James twirls you and pulls you back so your back is against his chest. His hand slides down your waist and holds onto your hip as you both dance together, you sip on your drink and sway your hips, dropping down a little and coming back up. Looking over your shoulder you look into his eyes and smile and look away, the grip on your hip tightens.

"If this keeps going at this pace, I'm going to end up going home with his guy." You think to yourself.

~~~~~~

Rebecca watches as you turn back towards the incredibly handsome man and walk hand-in-hand with him to the dance floor. A knot in her stomach forms as she watches the two of you dance, she's so focused on watching you she didn't notice the bartender trying to get her attention.

"£13 ma'am."

"Oh, sorry. Here." She says, handing him her card. She takes a sip of her drink and signs the receipt and puts her card away and looks back over at you. Her stomach drops when she sees you two grinding, her stare intensifies when she watches you slowly drop low and sway your hips back up as you look at him over your shoulder. Rebecca looks over at the bartender.

"Two tequila shots please."

The bartender hands her the shots and she downs them back to back. After getting her card back she makes her way back to the VIP section and reclaims her seat on the couch. Of course she has a perfect view of the both of you, something she's not sure if she's happy or miserable about.

~~~~~~

James spins you around so you're face to face and you both dance for a few more songs, you finish your second drink and you both head back up to the bar and take a shot. At this point the alcohol is taking it's affect and you're feeling good. Not trashed, but you're definitely drunk and happy and all you seem to catch yourself doing is staring at James' lips as you gently bite yours.

"What are you looking at pretty girl?" He whispers in your ear.

"You." You say back, getting lost in his crystal blue eyes. "Fuck you have the prettiest eyes."

"What can I say, I have great genes."

"I'll say so."

James gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and his thumb travels down your jaw before coming to rest on your chin.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks as he looks into your eyes.

"I'd be offended if you didn't."

His hand slides to the back of your head and he pulls you in for a kiss. You're met with warm, soft lips, damn he was a good kisser. Feeling his tongue caressing your lip you part them inviting him in. Gently flicking his tongue across yours, you gently moan into this mouth and he deepens the kiss.

~~~~~~

Rebecca doesn't take notice of anything else around her except you and James. The knot in her stomach twists harder as she watches you two get closer and closer as you dance. Her eyes follow you to the bar as she watches you both take a shot, she sees the way you look at him and her body begins to heat with frustration. That's how you would look at her, she would give anything to be in his spot right now. A lump in her throat begins to develop when she watches him lean into your ear and whisper something. When he pulls you in to kiss you she freezes, not even realizing she dropped her drink, glass shattering everywhere. Before she knows what's happening, she's making her way over to you, she has no idea what she's going to say o do, but she can't stand there anymore and just watch you go home with anyone else but her.

~~~~~~~

James gently sucks on your bottom lip as your lips part, you gaze into his eyes as his hands cup your face.

"Damn, and you're a good kisser?"

"What can I say? I'm a talented guy."

You both laugh and you flirtatiously reply "oh I'm sure you are."

Just as he's about to respond you feel a hand on your arm, James drops his hands and you turn, surprised to see Rebecca standing there.

"Hey-"

"I have to talk to you." She says as you notice her eyes gloss over. "Now."

"Oh, okay," you turn back to James. "Sorry, give me a second."

"No worries, you know where to find me." He says with a wink and walks off.

Rebecca grabs your hand and pulls you into a secluded corner of the club.

"Rebecca, what's-"

You're interrupted when her lips crash into yours, surprising you for a moment. In an instant you melt into her, her lips feeling like home. She gently sucks on your lip and you part your lips, eagerly inviting her tongue in to meet yours. Her fingers tangle themselves in your hair and you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer to you.

When your lips finally part you're both left gently panting, you look up into Rebecca's eyes and you see rogue tears falling.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry." She says quietly.

"Sorry for what?"

Rebecca looks deep into your eyes.

"For pushing you away, for not wanting to take this further. I- I wasn't being totally honest when I said I didn't feel the same way." Your breath hitches as you hear her speak. "I did, I do, I was just so scared. I didn't want to ruin what we had, I didn't want to get hurt again, or hurt you. But I don't care about any of that. Because I never want to see you kissing anyone else ever again."

"Rebecca-"

"I don't care how possessive or crazy I sound, I need you to be mine." She tightens her grip on you and leans in closer. "I need you. Fuck I might love you I don't know all I know is the pain I felt watching you and it terrified me and I never want to feel that way again."

"Oh thank god, I've been waiting to hear you say that for months." You say as you close the distance between the two of you one more and kiss her, hard.

After you make out for another minute your lips part and Rebecca looks into your eyes.

"Come home with me."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Right this second."

"Lead the way baby." You say, your voice sultry.

"Fuck, thank god my house is only ten minutes away."

Rebecca leads you to the VIP area and you grab your things, your hand not once leaving hers. She calls her driver to pull around to the front of the club and she pulls you out of the club and into the car. Completely forgetting about James, you straddle Rebecca's lap in the back seat as soon as you get into the car and head to her house.

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Speaking of asks though I’d love to request a Johnny fic where the reader is completely aware that she’s being manipulated, and that nothing but bad will come of associating with Johnny. Except her saviour complex gets the better of her, and not wanting to waste the amount of effort she’s already put into the relationship, she pushes on with the mindset that she can be the one to change something inside him, only to be completely wrong and at his mercy, regretting the fact she ever thought of this man as fixable.

Johnny is of course making fun of her the entire time, finding her perception of him completely out of touch and naive, shaming and humiliating her. You can definitely make it smutty too should you want. 😳

Curiosity Killed the Bunny

Johnny Slaughter x you

Contains: degradation, no y/n, gaslighting

Sorry for taking so long on this one, I had an idea for it forever ago but I had to wait for them to release Johnny's Shack so I didn't get to it until now, I hope it was worth the wait 😈

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“Always knew you were a lil ditzy. Didn't think you were full-on stupid, though,” Johnny teased, grinning down at you. Your wrists were in one of his hands as he pressed you against the beverage fridge in the ‘Last Chance’ gas station. Drayton Sawyer cleaned the countertop, trying his best not to look curious.

“I just wanted to see where you worked!” You protested, trying to keep your voice low to keep from drawing attention. You had secretly followed Johnny here after he'd spent the night at your place.

But the moment you walked into the gas station, Johnny cornered you, as if he’d known you were following him all along.

“Told ya not to worry about my job, sugar,” he leaned in, his lips inches from yours. “Now you're really in for it.”

“Johnny,” you breathed in his exhale, cigarettes and iron. “Is something wrong? Let me help you.”

You knew there were plenty of things wrong with Johnny; how manipulative he was, his secretive nature, and that he was struggling to commit. But something told you not to give up. Someday, there would be a breakthrough.

You could still save him.

Johnny had left your house this morning with his mind elsewhere. He barely kissed you before he left to who knows where. You'd had enough with the secrets.

“Dumb little bunny. You can't do shit to help me. Best you manage is addin’ to my problems,” he said, sneering.

Your brow furrowed, the urge to protest growing stronger. “You've barely tried to trust me! Six months and I've never even seen where you live!”

A trucker stared at you two from across the gas station, quickly averting his eyes when Johnny glared over his shoulder.

Johnny turned back to you, drawing even closer, his grip on your wrists tightening. “You wanna see where I live, hm? Well, I guess I don't got a choice but to show you now, do I?”

Your next batch of complaints died in your throat. “W-wait, you mean it? I can see your home?”

“Now that Uncle Drayton has seen you, he'd think it were improper if I didn't.” He tilted his head, his smirk growing.

You wondered why Drayton would want you to go home with Johnny, but you were too elated to worry about logistics.

Johnny released your sore wrists and took you by the waist, leading you back to his truck.

Finally! Was this the breakthrough you'd been waiting for? Was Johnny finally opening up? You didn't want to get too ahead of yourself, but you felt proud as you hopped in his truck, and he took off down the dirt road.

It only took fifteen minutes before you pulled up the long gated driveway lined with sunflowers toward a beautiful home.

“Wow, Johnny! Your home is beautiful,” you said cheerily, holding his hand over the console.

He mumbled a response and continued down the drive, stopping outside of a brown shed with bull horns hung over the doorway.

Johnny turned the truck, which rumbled to a standstill, and then opened your passenger door, helping you down to the gravel.

Much to your surprise, he headed for the shed and opened the door, waiting for you.

“Oh,” you tried to hide your flustered expression, feeling stupid. Johnny laughed and smacked your ass as you entered his shed.

“Thought my ma's place was mine? Ya really are a dumb little bunny, ain't you?” He chided.

“Sorry, I just-” you trailed off, your eyes flitting around the shed. A ratty couch covered in beer bottles and empty cigarette boxes, a kitchen piled high with unwashed dishes, and far too many freezers greeted you.

Johnny's fingers caught your chin, pulling your attention to him.

“You’ll have plenty of time to look around later.” His hand trailed down your chin to your neck with a loose grip. He kept drinking you in, an inkling of regret in his eyes.

“You just had to stick your nose where it don't belong,” he said under his breath, his dark gaze intense.

“I just wanna help you, Johnny. If you'd let me see your place earlier, I coulda kept it clean for you.”

“You will, Bunny. You'll keep it nice and clean for me. And you'll make my dinner. And clean my clothes,” he said, smiling. But his smile was… off.

“Do you want me to move in?” You asked.

“In a sense,” he said.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Johnny?” You asked nervously.

“Cause I'm tryin’ to figure how you stay alive with so little brain function.”

You flushed with embarrassment. “You don't need to be so rude,” you said, averting your eyes.

“Will it make things more clear if I do this?” Johnny let go of your chin and walked over to the front door. He proceeded to lock three locks, and then padlock the final one, draping the key around his neck by a silver chain.

“Is there something dangerous outside?” You asked, your eyes growing large.

Johnny barked a laugh. “Sort of. You see, my uncle Drayton don't take well to me keeping girls around. My ma neither.”

He saunters back over to you. “I was doing well keepin’ you a secret, but well, now that Drayton has seen me with you, he'll be wanting meat.”

“What?” You asked, your throat running dry.

“My uncle Drayton is famous for his BBQ. And for good reason. After all, he uses the freshest meat,” he said, coming to a stop in front of you. You were still standing by the wall beside the front door, which he pressed you against.

“What does that have to do with me?” You asked anxiously.

“Young, supple little bunnies got the most tender, sweet meat,” Johnny purred. “Just can't get enough of it. I keep hunting down naïve little rabbits, and he cooks ‘em up and sells ‘em at the station.”

“Rabbits? You're talking about rabbits, right?” You asked.

“Ditzy little bunny. I could scoop out half your brain and you might be better off.” He gripped your ass, pulling you against him. “You're the meat. Or you should be. I tried to keep you out of it honey, but you just had to get curious.”

“Drayton eats people?” You squeaked, horrified. “Wait, he feeds people to people?!”

“Mmhm. I catch ‘em, we butcher ‘em, Drayton cooks ‘em. Nice lil system we got goin’. And you should be next on the table.”

You gasped, all the blood draining from your face.

“But don't worry, sugar. Johnny won't let that happen. The moment you walked into the gas station, I hid your face from Drayton. All’s I gotta do is find another girl who looks like you to take your place.”

“This can't be happening,” you groaned, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Hey, hey now,” Johnny soothed, caressing your clammy cheek. “I got you, bunny. As long as you stay nice n’ quiet and don't leave home, I can keep you alive.”

“I c-can't leave?” You asked, your lip trembling.

“If my ma sees you, she'll kill ya herself. Na, it's better ‘f you stay right here.”

“I'm gonna be sick,” you said, pushing him aside and running to the sink. Your vomit coated the old pots and dishes, adding to the already rancid smell.

“Now, bunny,” Johnny said as he placed his hands on your hips, “remember this is all because you didn't listen to Johnny. Because you thought your dumb little fantasy of saving the bad boy was gonna come true.”

You whimpered, your entire body trembling as you dry heaved again.

“Now, I'm gonna be the one saving you, baby girl. All you gotta do is behave, and be a good girl for me. Can you do that?”

You stared at the vomit-coated sink and wondered if the rancid meat in the pan swarmed with maggots was human.

Johnny spun you around, pressing you against the disgusting sink.

“I said, can you be good for me?”

You shook in place, terrified and frozen.

Johnny slapped the dumb expression off your face, replacing it with one of anguish as you fell to the floor, hitting your head on one of the cabinet knobs beneath the sink.

“Answer me, dumb little bunny,” he snarled, kneeling down and forcing your gaze up to his by gripping your hair.

“Yes! I c-c-can! Please stop!” You sobbed, cradling your cheek.

A malicious smile unfurled on Johnny's face.

“I Caught and killed plenty of pets before, but never kept one,” he said. “I promise I'll try my best to take care of you, baby. Keep you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” he said happily.

You couldn't hear him, your ears were ringing so loudly. And still somewhere in your dumb little bunny brain, a little voice shouted- “I can still fix him!”

[skzoologist]

HI HI HIIII! IS YOUR REQUEST STILL OPEN? (checked your profile but I had to ask again because what if u forgot to close it? 😭) ANYWWWWAY

Can I ask the reaction (crack or fluff just skz being proud of our bby bae) of skz to Bae dancing EXO's 'The Eve' or 'Artificial Love'?

TENCHUUU (づ￣ ³￣)づ

word count: ~1.2k

warnings: sensual dance (for the shy ones like me)

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho anon, don't you worry! I basically live on this hellsite, I'm here everyday, updating my blog. Now, onto your request. The way I just watched the videos so I knew what to write about like this: 😳🫣. What can I say, I get flustered easily too. Also I wasn't sure in what format you wanted the reactions, in a little drabble like this, or written down per member, so I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted (i'm still not versed in the ways of running a blog). I hope you'll enjoy this! (Also yes, I know the gif isn't matching, I just couldn't find one from this dance)

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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The band was on their 3rd Fanmeeting, the crowds overly ecstatic wherever they went. There was a certain buzz in the air, amplifying the cheering and shouting even more than usual.

And the boys were absolutely thriving on it, adrenaline coursing through their veins in dangerous amounts, pushing them to perform on those bright stages for endless hours with no problem.

Bae was no different, his stage persona flawless, the perfect and cold mask on his face never even wavering. Fans shouted his name with all their might amidst their performances to different songs, trying to grab his attention, even if it was only for a split second. It never worked, the male too focused on doing well and dancing with all his might, executing the moves with scary precision. The fans were used to it by now, never expecting the idol to actually smile at them with a finger heart or even a wink sent their way, those actions suiting the other members much more. The tall otter was way too shy to do that, especially amidst dancing. 

After the band performed the well-known and fan favourite dances that belonged to a few of their selected songs in Seoul, it was time for a little break and fanservice. Small chairs were brought up onto the stage, easily lifted and moved thanks to their light build. Everyone took their respective seats, Bae having his between Chan and Changbin. Not like it mattered anyway, the boys always kept switching up their seats and who they sat next to amidst the chaos.

And chaos, it was.

Bae knew what was going to happen, of course he did, having helped the others practise with the choreography, but it still didn’t take away the shock factor of seeing it live, right in front of him up on the stage.

It started with ‘Queencard’ by (G)I-DLE, the two males next to him standing up and walking to the centre of their little half-circle they had decided to sit in. Bae couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face, seeing his bandmates perform so wonderfully, all those practices having paid off. But he also couldn’t help the way his eyes widened at certain moves, the skin on his ears undoubtedly already turning red. It only became worse once the song ended, Chan and Changbin going to sit back down and noticing his slightly flustered state.

He tried his best to ignore those giggles around him.

Focusing back in front of him, Bae suddenly wished he didn’t. The sight of Felix and Hyunjin dancing to ‘The Eve’ by EXO caught him off-guard, still not having fully recovered from the previous dance. Their moves were flawless, of course they were, being proud members of Danceracha, and the watching idol was extremely proud of them. He remembered which parts were tricky for who, both proudly skipping over to him when they had finally pulled them off.

But the moves were also sensual, way too much for the shy little otter. Yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off of them, gaze stuck in place and meeting with Hyunjin’s. The younger winked at him just as he performed the last hip roll, not knowing how much damage he had done to Bae’s brain.

By the end of the song Bae’s skin became several shades darker, the red extremely evident and vibrant on it. This naturally meant that everyone could see it easily, teasing him endlessly and with no mercy. It was a miracle in itself that he hadn’t exploded at all.

“Come on Bae hyung, why not dance it as well?” - Felix slyly added, wiggling his eyebrows. “N-no, I couldn’t–” - Bae tried to defend himself, only to have Hyunjin cut him off. “You’d basically learnt it with us, with how much you helped us. Come on Hyung, please?”

And who was he to say no to those eyes?

With a silent sigh, Bae closed his eyes and tried to cool himself down. Those boggled thoughts slowly detangled from each other, leaving his mind tidy and focused. The memories of each practice flashed before his closed eyelids, all in perfect order and great detail.

When he opened his eyes again he had already been standing in Felix and Hyunjin’s place, the attention of the crowd and his members all on him. A quiet breath left his lips, a hand carding through his hair as the song started up again, signalling that it was time.

Bae’s body moved in perfect rhythm, as if it was a well-oiled machine. Not a single step or flick of a hand was out of place, his mind on autopilot with only the thought of dancing floating in its entirety. He felt the tight leather pants constrict with each movement, the slit on the back of his shirt opening and flashing a bit of skin when he turned around.

As the song ended so did his focus, eyes blinking and seeing the cheering crowd as he was putting his hand down from his ending pose. Although somehow the ones next to him were much louder, something that should have been impossible to achieve.

“I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT!” - Felix shouted, a smile on his lips so wide, Bae was afraid it would split his face in two. “Wah, I never knew our baby otter could dance like that!” - Chan said, all giggles and chuckles as he affectionately squeezed Bae’s shoulder. “I think you just killed a few people here, Dal hyung.” - Jeongin added in, Seungmin wholeheartedly agreeing.

At the head tilt of the flustered member, the puppy pointed at the remaining four members who laid on the floor, seemingly dead. Jisung kept glancing up occasionally, successfully catching Bae’s gaze.

“Yah, warn us before moving like that! Those hips are deadly, man.” - he accused, even pointing a finger at the poor man.

“I don’t think I can recover from this.” - agreed Hyunjin, dramatically draping an arm over his forehead.

“Guys, I think Binnie and Lino hyung actually died. They haven’t moved since then.” - Felix added in, sweatdropping at the situation.

The boy was right, as the two didn’t react even when Chan and Seungmin had shaken them. Only when Bae was nearby did they seemingly resurrect, latching onto his legs and gazing up at the blushing male with stars and adoration in their eyes.

“Marry me, jagi.” - the two said almost perfectly at the same time, even the petname they used matched.

Minho and Changbin glared at each other, all the while Bae became an absolute flustered mess, skin flushed all the way down to his neck and chest. The others enjoyed the show, maybe a bit too much, relishing in the fact that Bae had finally let up on stage for a bit. Most of them didn’t hesitate to join in and shower the tall idol with praises, only worsening his condition as he just stood there, hands covering his face so at least STAY wouldn’t see him.

He couldn’t let that happen, not in a million years. Let him have the remains of his dignity, if not anything else.

[niiine]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

Character(s). Xiao x GN!Reader, Lumine, mentions of Yanfei.

Synopsis. Lumine never like meddling with other people’s  business if they don’t want her to, much less their relationship, but this time, Xiao left her no choice.

Mild Angst & Fluff

Lumine is reader’s close friend 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 come on she can’t always be the one that the reader is jealous of

NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.

Ending sucks because it’s me. I can’t write endings ffs.

Got the idea when I’m re-watching the chasm scene where Zhongli saves Xiao’s life. My (our) hubby looks so fine tryna save everyone sacrificing himself 😳

“They're gonna kill you.” Traveler’s voice earned a wince from the yaksha who are still trying to walk straight after the incident in the chasm. They’ve been stuck for days, if not a whole week, inside the tremendous place and the final act really did took a toll on his body.

He let out a barely audible tsk as Lumine guided his form to sit somewhere comfortable. Only when he’s settled that he voiced out his concern.

“Please don’t tell her” his golden eyes look anywhere but hers, knowing that she had that judgmental stare decorating her small face. “No.”

Her sharp refusal made Xiao snap his gaze onto her, he didn’t hear her right, right? But the looks on her face tells him otherwise. “But they’re going to feel bad about this” he gritted his teeth like a kid, and his companion is reminded how much the Adeptus in front of her loves you so much to the point that making you sad is one of the last things he’ll do.

But if he really wants you to be happy, he must learn how to take care of his self as well.

“Yes. And it’s your fault,” sometimes the traveler’s bluntness hit a certain painful spot.

“So, I’m going to tell them that you almost sacrifice yourself again despite promising that you’ll be careful every.single.time.” The blonde made sure to emphasize her points, and although Xiao appreciate her concern for you, he just doesn’t want to see you crying because he messed up again.

“I’ll let her know myself then” he tried to argue, hoping that he can at least make a little bit more nice in the ears, but Lumine knows that he’ll hide certain facts to protect your feelings—don’t get it wrong, she loves you so much that she also doesn’t want to hurt you, but she’s aware how broken hearted you’ll be if Xiao keeps doing this to himself— so she will do this herself.

“And I will also let her know. You can’t keep hurting yourself without thinking of their feelings, Xiao. What if something happened to you for real? Don’t you know that it’ll send her to an even deeper despair?” Once again, she reprimanded the man, because aside from being your friend she treasures, he also is a dear companion to her.

“I’m gonna tell (name), and you’re gonna listen to everything she says” She huffed, preparing in her mind what to tell you as too keep the damage and worry on minimum. Although all her thoughts left her when she heard Paimon gasped and your sweet voice fill both hers and Xiao’s ears.

Yanfei came across you and told you the whereabouts of your boyfriend, making it easier to find your beloved.

“Tell me what?” Ahh, Xiao missed that sound so much.

“Love,” the green haired adeptus proceeds to reach out to you as far as his damaged body can do, distress and concern flooded your eyes as you run towards him, gentle finger scanning his battered form.

“What happened?” as much as he can’t stand to hear the uneasiness laced on your voice, he also can’t help but to succumb on your touches. He missed you so dearly. Receiving no response from your lover, you turned your head towards your friend, who’s already looking at you.

“And you, too! You look so pale and weak…” You noticed how frail the two of them look and a sob escaped your lips, you were about to speak again when Lumine beat you to it. Saying that she’s fine, and then proceeds to tell you everything that happened. After her explanation, Lumine offered to teleport you and Xiao in the Wangshuu Inn where he can rest comfortably. After bidding her farewell, with a bit of light scolding from you, you then turned towards Xiao who are currently draped in your shared bed, he’s not looking at you direct in the eyes, almost ashamed of what he had done.

“I’m sor—”

“I can’t stand this.”

His golden orbs darted into yours, swirling emotions forming into heavy heartbeat as his chest tightens at your words. No, please don’t say you’ll leave.

“(Name)” he tried to stand up to reach you out, but his body failed him. “I have told you before, Xiao” no, please don’t call him that. Where’s the usual Love? or Dearest? Or Beloved?

His crestfallen face stares at you pleadingly, and on normal occasions, you have give in. But you don’t want him to abuse his self anymore, and if you don’t want him to keep tormenting the both of you, then you must prevail.

“I can stand you being unromantic, or cold from time to time, I understand that you’re not a mortal who do silly things. But heavens, I can’t take it if you’re putting yourself in danger every time.”

He noticed how your eyes glistens from the tears, but his heart breaks at the sight of you standing so far away from him, reminding him that he’s the reason you’re unreachable sometimes.

Mustering all the remaining strength he has, he tried to stand up once again, he can’t have you going farther. His digits caressed your cheeks, and your eyes look up at him, turbulent storms raging at his touch.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please don’t leave me.”

“You better don’t. Because I hate thinking that I’m not important for you to throw yourself like that,” you sobbed against his chest “I love you, Xiao. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.”

He kissed your forehead, whispering his own affirmations. Archons, he really doesn’t like seeing you like this.

[captain-mj]

"It’s because he’s doing some illegal Things (with Graves) as well :)" ELABERTIOJ PLS???

srry am drunl 😳

Yeah, I can definitely do that CW: Drug use and sex work

Price shouldn't. He knew that. But every week or two, he broke down and did this. Honestly, he didn't feel that guilty either. Just knew if this got out, he'd never live it down. His reputation would be ruined.

Graves arrived, smiling at him. "You called?"

"Get undressed." Price ordered, leaning against the wall.

Graves blushed and slowly took everything off, moving so Price could see very inch that he exposed. Little scars on his back. Freckles and beauty marks. Tight ass.

"Fucking hell."

"Love that no matter how many times I undress, you still get so excited." Graves commented, but Price could see the creeping blush. As much as he tried to pretend he was suave and experienced, Price did something to him. Made him a blushing fucking virgin. Or maybe that was part of the act. "Didn't prep myself. I know you wanted to last time."

Price took a deep drag of the cigar and set it down, putting Graves over his desk. "Pay a lot of money. Want to do exactly what I want. That's the point, right? The fantasy?"

Graves nodded and moved so his foot was on the edge of the desk. It gave Price a better view of him. His pupils were wider than normal. A clear sign he likely was not sober.

Price kissed him hard. "You're perfect, love."

Graves grinned and arched a little. "Will have to charge you, but you know that. You have the money right?"

Price ignored him in favor of kissing down his body. He wasn't sure which part would destroy his life faster. That he hired a prostitute or that he looked the other way at his drug use. Either way, he couldn't help himself. He sank to his knees and dragged Graves to the edge, ignoring his little squeal. His tongue squirmed it's way into Graves, his hands keeping him still so he couldn't escape it.

Graves twisted and writhed like an animal, never able to get more than an inch away.

Price quickly lost himself in the repetitive movements. Slowly using his tongue to break him open and get him prepped. After a moment, he pushed his finger in too, just to get him more open. He wants to own him. Every inch of skin. Every muscle that he can. Maybe he could just rip him to shreds or eat him whole. Run his tongue along his veins and drink him down.

Graves shuddered and tangled his fingers in his hair. "Come on now. You only have me tonight. I'm sure you want to actually fuck me."

Price bit the inside of his thigh as hard as he could, drawing blood. "Fuck off. I'm well aware."

Graves moaned, looking at the ceiling. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for you, John. Otherwise, I might not let you treat me like this. Such foul language. All your friends know how you treat me?"

Price licked over the bite. "No. That's why I hire you. Privacy."

"John. Hurry up. I'd like to get fucked some time today, please." Graves broke, not above begging. Never above begging. He wanted to be rearranged and broken in bed. Something John specialized in.

Price picked him up, balancing him so his legs were over his shoulders. He continued to eat him out as he walked, balancing him with ease. Graves squealed and squirmed, never happy about the fact that Price could carry him so easily. When he hit the bed, he bounced just a little before he just fell back into the bed.

Price pounced and grabbed the rope, easily tying Graves so he was bent in half. His knees were tied to his chest, leaving vulnerable.

"What do you fantasize about?" Graves asked as Price poured lube on himself. "Keeping twinks in your bed?"

"Not twinks. Just you. Just want you." One day, he swore he just wasn't going to let him leave. Would keep him tied up until he promised he'd be his sugar baby. Or maybe just his pet. Either way. As long as he got all of him. Could douse the dark feeling in his chest. Maybe he could finally be human all the time when he could come home and take as much pleasure as he wanted.

Graves flushed. "You flatter me." He exposed his throat and Price nipped it as he pushed in. He was purposely a bit rougher, stretching him just right. A little pain always made Graves melt. His body bending and trying to take even more if he could. "Not so deep."

Price thrust in hard and fit his hand around his throat. He squeezed hard to watch Graves's eyelashes flutter. "Gorgeous." He thrust in harder, ignoring the littler whimper. His cock leaked on to both of their stomachs, hard and red at the tip. "You enjoy this so much. Little whore."

Graves gasped and his eyes rolled back as Price hit the right spot. He cruelly teased him, hitting it once, twice, missing it entirely. Until Graves was trying to angle himself to get it right. Tears filled his eyes, but Price focused on just dragging it out. Letting him get riled up.

"John, please."

Price missed again, going as deep as he could instead.

"Lover boy, come on!"

Dirty trick. Evil honestly.

Price wrapped his arms around him and drove into him over and over and over again. Right there for him. Graves gasped and tried to catch his breath, tears flowing down his face.

Gorgeous.

He came all over himself. Price licked a stripe up the cum on his chest before he came inside him. Coating his insides in it. Graves fluttered around him, biting his lip as he gazed up at Price.

"One day, I'll convince you to never leave."

Graves stared up at him. Something like pity in his drugged up eyes. "I'm sure."

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - oliver moy seeing you during their tour

pov: the title say everything! :)

warnings: none that i can think off

type: super wholesome and cute

member: oliver moy

The cutest person alive

No bc Oli’s smile >>>

BYE-

Anyways, let’s start the headcanon 😊

Oliver was singing COLD WAR

He was dancing and vibing with Seb 😂

At the same time, who doesn’t vibe to nsb songs? Their songs are bop

He was done with the song and looked at the stars, seeing how they enjoyed it and how happy he is to see them here, singing the lyrics of the song he, himself, wrote with his younger brother

And then, he would see you.

His face went to 😳 to 😆

He felt lucky that the song was done, because he felt so much excitement

He wanted to jump and scream haha

He was like a lil’ kid 😭❤️

Aaargh cute oli!!

He smiled at you and saw you waving at him

He looked at Seb, who clearly saw you too, and smiled at you

Oliver waved a little bit at you

When the guys took a five-min break after the song to go to the bathroom or to drink water, oli couldn’t stop smiling

This man got a hard spot for you, sorry not sorry

At every song, he tried to not always look at you

Which actually didn’t work for more than two minutes!! 🤭

He’s so whipped for you, y/n!!

Like he was singing with the boys and tried to avoid your eye contact because he didn’t want to like blush or like mess up his lyrics

the man cannot even sing straight when you look at him

Also, also, also!!

Regie caught him 😏

He was singing ‘I don’t know you’ and he couldn’t stop smirking at your boyfriend and at you

Was Regie jealous? Maybe.

(Olegie have my heart)

(With sebryan)

(Tell me your nsb ship in the comment or in my ask, i wanna know what yours are)

Anyways, back on track!

Oli accidentally laughed during singing while looking at you when he saw you singing to the lyrics

We love a supportive gf!! (you)

No but for real, like this man is acc so whipped for you

At the end of the song, he couldn’t help himself but look at you and smile at you

« Did you liked the song, *the city* ? »

No bc he mostly asked that to know if you liked it

OFC you’re his gf so you knew the unreleased song

You’re oli’s gf so you have privileges!

And one of them is being able to listen and hear unreleased songs!

So, when he sang one of his newest unreleased song, nobody was singing, except you

Stars were like «  girl, how do you know the song by heart, it’s new 🤨 »

He felt so happy inside

His smile was so big :(

After the song, he dedicated you a song!

I feel like oli would do that even if the song isn’t super positive or even if the song’s not about you

Like he would just say:

«  this one for my gf!! She’s here with us tonight and this is one of her fav, so let’s make a lot of noise for her, tonight!! »

If you didn’t know, at almost every concert, the members choose one star to go in front of the concert scene and the boys just go in line and sing for you

If you already lived this kind of thing, just know you were having a y/n moment

So I’m sure oli would ‘accidentally’ choose you

« Alright.. you! Over there!! Come here! »

The boys (read Seb) would try their best to not laugh

If your relationship is private, he would ask you question like « hi! What’s your name? »

Or like « hi! I think i already saw you.. mind giving me your name? Or could i call you mine? »

Like either he would be super discret and basic or he would be flirting with you

It cannot be both

He would not flirt with every stars, don’t worry, he’s only doing it for you!!

And if your relationship is public, he wouldn’t be ashamed to like kiss your cheek or like do something like that

He must give oliy/n content to the fans, right?

« hii, im happy you went to see me! »

« ready for me to serenade you? »

Usually, the boys give like roses to stars, but this was at the online concert, so idk if they still do this kind of things lol, but let’s say they still do it, okay?

Private or public relationship, he would look at you and smile at you during the serenade

He doesn’t care at all

He’ll give you the rose and take your hand and kiss the palm of it

He’ll give you a wink and smile even more

« You are my star »

REBRVIRUNREHIFEVUBNFEU

Anyways, this man would not give up to make you blush

You made him blush? Oh boy, this man will not stop until you blush too.

And if you can’t blush easily or blush at all, he’ll be like « i want to see you smile, i want you to see what is the biggest smile you can give to me »

Like this man only want your best and happiness

To conclude this headcanon, Oliver would be the cutest bf on tour

I mean, he’s like already the cutest bf but ok

Let him serenade you and dedicate songs to you

Even idky pls, this one’s a bit sad but its still good

This song is sad, but it’s still super good

‘I don’t know you’ is not released yet, but you can find it on YouTube (search: i don’t know you, Regie Macalino and Oliver moy) and you should find it, otherwise ask me in my ask and I’ll give you the link!!

Hope you guys liked it!! Sorry for the lil’ wait, i was busy!!

Taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

Bold can’t be tagged :(

[dragonjesterwrites]

hey dj!! if you find and time/motivation, would you write a sun x moon thing? i love em sm, and u write them rly well!! preferably a first kiss or confession or something if that’s okay! i’m a sucker for the getting together parts, and there’s not much when it comes to these two :(

again, if you’re not feeling it dw! but thanks anyway, love ya!! <3

Paris my beloved (platonic) 🫂 I'm sorry this took so long!! You get two stories, because I misread your ask originally (I'm illiterate) and wrote something cute but unrelated- then I fixed it and wrote a whole 'nother story! (I'll put the Ao3 links to both stories at the bottom)

Anyway, I hope you see them and enjoy 💛✨️

Circuit Board Sparks (+ Origami Kisses)

Word Count

Circuit Board Sparks: 5,759

Origami Kisses: 1,434

Pairing: Sun/Moon

Summary/Genre

Circuit Board Sparks (Angst, fluff, suspense): Fazbear Entertainment strictly prohibits their animatronics from forming romantic attachment. Thankfully, Fazbear Entertainment is stupid, and will do anything if it means saving money.

Origami Kisses (Fluff, minor suspense, a wee bit suggestive 😳): LGBTQ/worker's rights win! The robots are slacking off work to make out in the closet

~~~~~

Sun didn't know why he did these things to himself.

He held the pink, heart shaped card aloft, rubbing its glittery edge idly with one thumb and causing a small sprinkling of white and red sparkles to fall down on his faceplate.

But he didn't react, except with a simulated sigh, as he stared at the picture on the paper. A delightful little doodle of him and Moon, separate and standing on either side of Ava, one of their little regulars. Everyone was smiling and holding hands, and they were all standing on a grassy, flower-filled field, with blue skies made purple by the pink of the paper and scribbly, rosy-white clouds.

My dads and me, read the caption above- well, a few letters were backwards and the ‘a’ on the ‘and’ was missing, but Sun was accustomed to the wonky handwriting of toddlers and translated it with ease.

They weren't the girl's fathers, of course- that honor belonged to Ava's two lovely and hilarious mothers that she followed around like a little duckling, but during her time without them at the Daycare, she'd decided that she needed two fathers as well… preferably ones in a relationship like her mothers were. As many times as Sun and Moon had tried to gently dissuade her from referring to them as her married fathers- it wasn't allowed- they weren't allowed- she was resolute, and they'd taken to answering any suspicious probing from upper management with a shrug and a cheerful kids, am I right?

It was a little troublesome, sure. But they adored her anyway, and besides, they'd gotten good at being convincing.

If only Sun was as good at convincing himself. The truth was, he would give anything to be free from this wretched mall, and have kids of his own, and… and marry Moon. The thought made his processors stutter, his fingers twitching against the back of the card and triggering another tiny glitter shower.

He'd tried to bury his love deep. He'd almost tried to rid himself of it, make himself forget. Maybe he had- it's not like he'd remember. But if that were the case, it had come back, and with force. Sun would often lay awake on the rickety bed they'd constructed together and wonder if the squeezing hurt in his circuits was at all comparable to what the humans called heartache.

What he'd give to raise little ones with Moon. He'd be such a good father, Sun just knew it. They could have a big, big house somewhere, with a big ol’ bedroom filled with all the blankets and pillows Moon desired. A big kitchen too, Sun thought. He could make so many snacks for the kiddos! Like cookies, and brownies, and homemade candy… go upstairs, past all the pictures of them together, and walk into the room with a trayful of treats, only to find them all cuddled up and asleep. Sun could just see it. 

A storybook in Moon's gentle grasp, still open and drooping towards the plush carpet. His music box, chiming softly in the cozy dark of the room. String lights and nightlights casting rainbow reflections on the walls. And all their kids, snuggling up on Moon's chest where he cradled them, or nestled comfortably in his lap, or laying next to him on the massive, starry beanbag in the center of the room.

And Sun would set the cookies down as quietly as possible, and pad over to give each child and Moon a little kiss on the temple. He knew he'd linger on Moon, keeping his grin pressed softly against his love's faceplate for at least several seconds, before pulling away to fetch his charger. Sun would want to savor the contact, to make up for all the times he-

…to make up for all the times he couldn't. 

Like now.

The squeezing grew tighter.

Sun sighed again, though this time it was more of a strangled huff. He shook his head wordlessly, the heart beginning to tremble in his grasp.

With a flurry of clicks and whirs, he abruptly stood, and marched over to the arcade machine- behind it sat a small plastic chest Moon had pilfered from the old supplies that were to be thrown out. It had a crack in it that Sun had patched with outdated bandaids, hiding, for the most part, the contents inside.

He brought it out from its hiding place, opened it up, and placed the heart inside, along with all the other offered-up notes, doodles, and gifts from the kids that even remotely suggested he and Moon might be in a romantic relationship. The chest was getting a bit full, now… they'd need another soon.

Sun stared down at the heart for just a moment longer. It rested on top of the stack, the newest addition to the collection of something that never could be. Perhaps never would be, anyway- after all Sun's internal strife; his daily cursing out of the company, their backwards, restrictive policies, and their penchant for electric punishment- he had no idea if Moon even liked him back.

He dropped the lid, and it shut on the heart with a snap!

Once again, Sun decided as he dragged himself back to bed, he would bury his feelings. Everything hurt, the shocks would hurt more, and it was late. Flopping into the bed face-first did nothing to alleviate the pain, but Sun knew something that would. He reached out blindly for his charger, patting the blankets for it. There.

It slipped easily into his charging port, and he let himself relax into the bed with a series of discordant click-tick-clicks as the charger's influence began to take over him. As his programming slowed, the hurt ebbed away with everything else, until he was nothing more than simple code in a dreamless void.

~~~~~

Click. Click. Click.

Moon tapped the pen against his carved teeth, reading over what he'd wrote.

There were two things, actually- two letters, one to Sun and one to management. Moon sincerely doubted they'd listen, even though he made some very good points about the cost-effectiveness of his idea, but it was worth a shot. He'd never stop trying for this favor in particular.

A tiny bit of red glitter swirled down on to the letter, and he paused his tapping to watch it come to rest on the word separate.

Hmm. Moon set down the pen and reached up to his grin to scrape at it with his fingertip, only for more glitter to join their lost piece on the page. When Moon pulled his finger back, it, too, now sparkled with little bits of red and white, and Moon let out a fond hum, tilting his head at the sight.

“Up to some arts and crafts, were you, Sunny?” He asked the empty room. His voice echoed back at him, and he huffed quietly, looking down at his letter. With any luck, he'd soon never have to hear his own voice come back to him again. With any luck, their room would be filled with shared giggling, and teasing, and songs sung together after a long day's work.

The idea filled Moon with both an incredible softness and a deep, deep longing. It was dangerous to want like this, he knew that. Didn't stop him. As long as he wasn't open with it, they wouldn't punish him, or Sunny. As much as it killed Moon, he'd keep it in.

He could still be friendly with Sun, though. Management didn't order them to hate each other, just forbid them from expressing romantic feelings. So Moon got away with what he could, putting little blue hearts on his ‘i's (it wasn't like they were red, humanity's typical symbol of romantic love) asking Sun how his day was, and bringing him gifts he hoped he'd like from the lost and found.

He wasn't half as good at arts and crafts as Sun was, but he attempted that from time to time, too, sometimes spending hours cutting out paper dolls and doodling silly things to make him laugh. And if little heart sequins somehow found their way onto the paper and cardstock with the rest of the glitter, well, whoops. Total accident.

Moon lifted the letter to management and gave it a good shake, sending the red and white bits of glitter down onto the letter to Sun. Hm. Speaking of arts and crafts…

He left the letters on the floor and headed for the balcony. His cable came when called, clipping onto his back and allowing him to soar down to the supply closet.

He was back five minutes later, the supplies necessary bundled into his long arms. He set them down besides the letters, spread them out, and got to work. Moon was careful, each snip of the scissors and swipe of the glitter glue's brush deliberate and slow.

He was probably pushing it. If management found out, he was sure they'd have some questions. But after Moon finished up, and as he headed down to both return the supplies and drop off the letter to the Parts and Service supervisor's office, he thought of what he should say if questioned. By the time he was back at the Daycare and sitting in front of his finished piece, he decided he was content with his defense, and plugged in for the night with only a little bit of unrelated anxiety sparking in his circuits.

Sun's letter and Moon's gift sat by their bed, ready for Sun in the wee hours of the morning.

~~~~~

“Hey, Sunny.”

Sun couldn't help but wince, despite the little ones sitting beside him at the craft table. He knew that tone. The helper approaching him was friendly enough, but her tone was not one of camaraderie. 

“Why, hello, Julia! How are you this fine morning? Would you like to join us? We're making paper puppets!” Sun said, wiggling his fingers. A few of them fell off, and he let out a dramatic gasp, making the kids laugh.

If Julia picked up on how forced his cheer was, she didn't say anything. She did grimace a little, however. “Yes, but P and S want you. I can take over- I'll save you some supplies for when you come back.”

At once and in unison, the kids groaned, and Julia's eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, at Sun. Sun shrugged subtly back at her- he understood why she'd be suspicious. Honestly, training the kids to guilt trip the adults is exactly the sort of stunt he'd pull, but he was pretty sure it was just because he'd been even more active with them than usual. 

Throwing himself into his work was always a good distraction.

“Don't take Mister Sun away, Miss Julia!” One of the kids cried, pouting at her and throwing down their supplies. “We just got started!”

“Don't worry, kiddo. Mister Sun will be back before you know it! Well… by the end of the day at least.” 

Oh, no. End of the day? It was only eight in the morning!

Sun picked up the kid who'd cried- Percy- and held him up, to Percy's surprise. “Oh, can't it wait just a little longer, Ms. Julia? Just until Percy and I have finished our puppets!”

Julia's sympathetic twist of the mouth became a frown, and when she spoke she'd lowered her volume to a murmur. “Sun. C’mon, man. Don't do this.”

Sun met her stern and mildly disappointed gaze with an innocent blink, but then Percy began to squirm.

“Mister Sun, I can't finish my Monty puppet from up here.” Percy protested, kicking his legs a little.

Sun closed his eyes and sighed, setting the boy down. “No, I suppose you can't. Very sorry, Percy, go ahead and keep creating! I'll be back to see it before you have to go, okay?”

“Okay. I'll watch your stuff.” Percy said, pulling Sun's craft towards him. Sun had no doubt the little Moon puppet would vanish before he returned, but even in the midst of his anxious despair, he appreciated the thought.

“Aww, thank you Percy!” Sun stood and clapped his hands together, briefly catching the attention of the more focused toddlers. “I'll see the rest of you superstars in just a few hours, okay? Have fun, and be good for Ms. Julia!”

A chorus of okays and bye-byes was offered to him, and he returned each and every one as he swapped places with Julia.

It was only once the kids had returned their attention to the crafts, and he couldn't drag it out any longer, that he turned and let the cable take him to his room. The Parts and Service tech was waiting for him at the door, and they waved the keeper device over his upper right arm. It deactivated the boundary lock that kept him within the bounds of the Daycare and Theater, and simultaneously activated the tracker that the company could use to, well, track him and Moon down if they ever managed to escape.

It was a too-short walk down to Parts and Services. He fiddled with the heart locket Moon had made him, hidden safely from suspicious eyes in the deep pockets of his jester pants. It couldn’t ease his anxieties entirely- just having it on his person brought its own little pang of anxiety- but Sun was glad for it regardless. It was probably the closest he'd ever get to holding Moon's hand.

The tech escorting him hadn't told Sun anything about the apparently lengthy procedure planned, and Sun hadn't asked. He was just too nervous, he didn't want to know.

But as the tech opened the door for him, and Sun walked into the room to be greeted by at least a dozen techs turning their heads to stare at him, he really wished he had.

“Alright, let's do this.” Lance, the ever-blunt and irritable head of Parts and Service began giving orders, and the techs scrambled to obey. “Daycare Attendant, go ahead and get in the cylinder chair. Irene, Max, go in with him. Strap him down and turn him off, then get his measurements. Tyler, Muhammed, you're on cutting station, Flor and Charlie- wiring…”

Sun walked as slowly as he could without attracting attention for it, quiet but rapidly puzzling over all the information he was taking in as fast as possible. Too many techs- training? No, they're too quick- professional. Why bring in professionals? And why so many? Different stations; metal-cutting, wiring, endoskeleton-

Oh. Oh, no. They're not- surely they're not decommissioning us?

He squeezed the locket and chuckled as he got into the hard plastic chair, the sound high-pitched and nervous even to his own audio receptors. “You know, I forgot to ask- silly me, hah- what is all this fuss about, hm?”

“It's a surprise, if that makes you feel better.” Irene told him with a smile, Max nodding along as he tugged Sun's hand out of his pocket so he could wrap his wrist in the restraint.

Sun's voicebox crackled with a hummed laugh. His now empty hand flexed under the newly tightened restraint, before he dropped it so his fingers could tap out a shaky rhythm onto the chair rest. “Oh- no, that's quite terrifying, actually.”

The pair of techs laughed too- they must have thought he was joking. But before he could say more, Irene reached up to the back of his faceplate. “You'll be fine, big guy. Gonna turn you off now, alright?”

NO-!

Then he woke up. Woke- woke up! Oh, thank every star in the sky-

“Alllrighty, bud, up you get.” The tight pressure around his wrist released, and he turned his head to see Max and Irene, looking significantly more tired and dirty, their uniforms spattered and streaked with grease and machine oil. “Moon's turn.”

“Moon's turn?” Sun repeated. He looked down at himself and through his software, examining inside and out. Unlike the humans, he was clean- not just that, he was completely unchanged.

“Yeah, he- ah, right. We didn't tell you.” Max chuckled. He lifted his arm, pointing at the opposite side of the glass cylinder. “Look for yourself.”

Sun turned, and if he had had a jaw to drop-

Moon stood on the other side, staring at him through the glass. His eyes glowed blue, so brightly Sun was amazed he hadn't noticed the glow reflecting off of Max and Irene. They grew even brighter as Sun met his gaze, and Moon tipped his faceplate, wiggling his fingers at Sun in enthusiastic greeting.

Sun was out of the chair in a flash, vaulting over the armrest to press against the glass. “Moon. Moon! Moony, is that really you?”

The glass muffled Moon's response, and Sun flexed his fluttering rays at him in half confusion and half delight, but then Moon stepped closer and pressed his hand against the glass, too, so that only two inches of glass separated their palms. It's me. I'm here.

“Hey, Sun, you can talk to him for real if you use the door.” Irene's amused voice snapped him out of it, and he whipped his head around, first at her, then at the door.

“Then tell him to come in for us.” Max added.

“Yes- yes, of course!” Sun took one last look at Moon, and watched his eyes flash, his faceplate tipping to the side. A sense of playfulness gripped him, and he dropped to a crouch, preparing to dash out. Moon did the same, and Sun ripped his hand away, booking it for the doors.

He almost crashed into Moon, and reached out to catch him. Moon grabbed onto him in turn, large hands warming Sun's casings, and they both burst out giggling, clutching at each other, overwhelmed with joy.

“Hey! What did you do to them?” Lance called, exasperated. “Why are they acting high?”

“They're not high.” Erica- one of the techs that had been by Moon- laughed. “They've got the zoomies. It's like- two excitable dogs meeting each other for the first time.”

“Well, you can throw them a ball later. We've got work to do.” Lance said firmly. “Daycare Attendant Moon, get in the cylinder.”

Moon's laughter died down, and he glanced first at Lance, then at the cylinder, eyeglow dimming significantly. “Right. Yes, sir.”

Moon's voice wasn't at all what Sun had expected, but Sun loved it regardless. It was soft, and raspy, and crackly, and it made its home in Sun's processors right away. But he pushed the rush of adoration aside for the moment, focusing instead on assuring his counterpart.

Sun squeezed his arms, prompting Moon to look at him. “Hey, Moony. I'll see you when you get out, and I'll be right here, waiting for you, okay? Not gonna move an inch, no sir!”

Moon eyes regained most of their original brightness, and Sun heard his fans whir a little faster. “Okay, Sunny. I'll see you soon.”

Sun barely resisted the urge to press his forehead against Moon's, instead squeezing him again before letting him go. It took the last remaining scrap of his self-control to do so, and he watched him go, eyes never leaving him for a second.

He didn't have to wait long to touch him again, thankfully. The techs were just finishing up, running tests on them both to make sure Moon worked right and Sun still worked right after the techs had gone poking about his gears and wires, moving things aside so they could compare their bodies as they built Moon's.

Sun told them he'd never felt better, but they still insisted on running the tests on him too, which he put up with only after another brush against Moon as he passed him back into the cylinder, the contact making his wires buzz.

And then, once the restraints had come off again, he jumped out and all but ran to Moon, who beamed at him before turning away. Sun followed his gaze, landing on Lance standing nearby, frowning down at a clipboard as he flipped through its pages.

“Okay, you're good. Get out of here.” Lance ordered, after just a minute more.

Moon whipped back, faceplate spinning in delight, and grabbed Sun's hand. Sun had barely a second to register the feeling of Moon's hand slipping into his and holding him tightly before Moon was pulling him down the hall and towards the double doors.

It only took, oh, about ten seconds for his processors to catch up, but when he did he let out a joyous laugh to match Moon's adorable giggles, and put on a burst of speed, which Moon was happy to match.

They ran all the way to the Daycare, and it was only once they reached it did they slow to a stop.

“Oh, goodness.” Sun peered through the netting, letting his gaze sweep the empty, clean Daycare. “I- or, well, we, I mean- must have been gone the whole day!”

“They did a good job of cleaning up without us.” Moon said. Sun felt his rays flutter just hearing Moon speak, and he turned to him right as Moon did the same, his eyes brightening again. “I guess that means we get to spend time together.” 

Spend time together. His words, and the sweet, tender way he said it made Sun feel all fuzzy and gooey and warm inside.

He chuckled, his rays fluttering again. They might not have stopped, actually. Is this what being drunk felt like? “O-okay.”

His processors caught up a second later, and if he wasn't holding Moon's hand, he'd have slapped himself. Sun, you fool! Say something else! You're programmed with over 170,000 words, surely you can come up with something more eloquent!

His voicebox only stuttered once before he managed to get it working. “I would love to spend time with you, Moony.” 

Moon's eyes brightened, and he stepped closer, so close Sun could feel the heat his fans were pushing off him. Moon reached up, his hand making gentle contact with Sun's cheek, and Sun melted further, letting his faceplate roll into the touch. Oh, if only Moon knew the effect he had on him.

A little bit of doubt crept into Sun's mind- what if Moon was just being friendly? What if the barely-held-back need to grab him and kiss him silly- as best he could with his immovable grin- was all his own?

But Moon chased away Sun's worries with little brushes of his thumb over Sun's cheek, and Sun reached subconsciously up to hold Moon's wrist, fingers sliding between the bells and making them ring quietly. Moon leaned in even closer, eyes dimming into something soft. “Hey, Sunny?”

“Yeah, Moony?” Sun breathed.

Moon's voicebox buzzed almost inaudibly with the beginning of a sentence, and then his eyes flickered brighter, and- Sun thought- moved briefly to the side, but he wasn't sure. Moon tore away and spun with a clean pirouette, leaving Sun stunned and only able to watch as Moon then pranced over to the slide.

“Race you to our room.” Moon taunted, before grabbing the top of the Slide Into Fun! sign, picking his legs up, and launching himself down like a blue and white torpedo. “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

For a moment, all Sun could do was stand there and listen to Moon's cackles echo up the slide, hand still hovering in the air where he'd been holding him. He took in a deep artificial breath, then glanced to the side. Doors. Right.

His heart wasn't really in it, but he still vaulted over the railing with ease and speed, then booked it down the stairs three at a time. Moon crashed audibly into the ball pit by the time Sun reached the doors, which were pushed easily open and then kicked shut behind him.

Moon was wading noisily through the pit, and Sun caught his eyes flash as they locked gazes. Sun called for the cable, but Moon was faster and closer. It dropped from the ceiling, clipping onto Moon's back and pulling him up and out. “Ooh, too slow!” Moon teased, and despite the worry and emotional stranglehold on his circuits, Sun still huffed, amused by his counterpart's antics.

The cable dropped Moon off on the balcony, and Moon took one last lingering look at Sun over his shoulder before disappearing between the curtains.

The cable came for Sun next, having logged his ping. It clipped securely behind him, and brought Sun soaring up to the balcony next. He listened for Moon as it detached, noting the sound of his machinery heading further away- he was probably heading into the second room via the tunnel.

The carabiner released fully, and Sun pushed through the curtains, looking around the room before heading down the short steps. “So!” He called, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “What do you want to do first? We could do arts and crafts- that's what I was doing with the kids before I was called to Parts and Service.”

Sun reached the lip of the plastic blue tunnel that connected the rooms, and began to crawl through. “Ooh, we could also build a pillow fort! Or play cards, or read together.” He got out, standing and brushing himself off before continuing. Odd, but he couldn’t see Moon anywhere.

“We could also play one of our board games! I just found a game called Battleship collecting dust in the supply closet-”

“Actually, Sunny... I had something a little different in mind.”

He barely had time to turn around before Moon was stepping into view and into Sun's personal space again, both hands taking his faceplate. “Wh-”

Moon closed the distance and kissed him, hands coming around the sides of Sun's faceplate to weave through his wires. Sparking electricity shot through Sun's circuits, his whole body suddenly buzzing with warmth. The same joyous delight from before gripped him, but this time it was so strong he locked up, unable to move.

Moon broke away several seconds later with a quiet pant, like he'd actually run out of air kissing Sun. “Sun, I… Sunny? Are you okay?”

Sun meant to say something along the lines of yesI’mokaypleasepleasekissmeagain, but sadly, the only thing that came out of his voicebox was a lame wheeze, and Moon's eyes grew bright and wide with what Sun presumed was alarm.

“I- I'm sorry, I should have asked.” Moon stammered, pulling his hands quickly away. “I just- are you- do you- are you alright?”

YesI’mfineI’mfinekissmeagainpleasepleaseplease-

Sun tried again to speak, but this time instead of a wheeze, his voicebox produced only a static crackle. Hmmmm… alright, maybe I'm… not fine.

Moon hesitated only a moment longer before grabbing Sun's hand and tugging him over to the bed, pressing on his shoulders to get him to sit. Sun's concern for himself all but vanished with each touch of Moon's hands on his body, and was completely forgotten when Moon's trembling fingers tangled through his head wires again.

“Stars, what have I done?” Moon muttered as he poked around. “Moon, you idiot. Kiss him without asking, break his voicebox.” He raised his voice a little from its low growl, becoming something softer and apologetic. “Sun, I'm sorry- I can fix it. T-the second thing, at least.”

Sun tried to respond, but still nothing. Then there was a click! in the back of his head, as much a sensation as it was a noise, and his voicebox beeped in his chest. Reset.

Moon scooched quickly back, the blankets rustling as he moved. Sun turned to look, watching as Moon began to fiddle with a section of one. “Are you okay? Does it work?”

“Mmhmm. It works.” Sun confirmed.

Moon sighed in relief, joints clicking as he deflated. “I'm glad. And I'm sorry again, truly, I just- I was so excited, and I really like you-”

Sun got up, and all but tackled Moon back down, wrapping himself around the other animatronic. Moon let out a surprised grunt, bouncing on the bed a little and blinking up at Sun with bright blue eyes as Sun began to ramble.

“Oh, Moony, I like you too! I was so worried you wouldn't, I was so excited to finally hear you and see you and touch you and kiss you but I didn't know if you liked me back, and I didn't want to scare you off, and-”

A giggle, soft and crackly but growing louder, caught Sun's attention, and he faltered, peering down at Moon beneath him. The lunar animatronic reached up for him, eyes bright and frame trembling with mirth. One shaky hand caressed Sun's cheek, ghosting over the rounded silicone. “I'm sorry, I just… I love you so much.”

Sun's processors came to an abrupt halt, clearing any other thought but that one out of his mind. “You… you love me? You really love me?”

Moon took a proper hold of Sun's cheek, cupping his face in his hand while his eyeglow softened, along with his voice. “I do. I love you a lot. More than words can say. I- ooh-”

Sun dropped, smashing their grins together in an overjoyed kiss. He wrapped his arms around Moon, holding him tight, as tight as he possibly could without crushing him, and his circuits sparked when Moon returned both the kiss and the embrace, pressing his grin back into Sun's and laying his hands on his back.

It was Sun who broke the kiss, though it was only so he could press kisses onto every other inch of Moon with a pronounced mwah! between declarations of love. “I love you! I love you so, so much and you have no idea how long I've wanted to say that- well, okay, maybe you do, but- I'm just so so so excited to say it, I want to say it forever, and hug you, and kiss you, and hold you forever and ever-”

Moon, for his part, was reduced to a flustered mess, giggling like mad and barely able to reach up and pull his hat over his face- but with each delighted spin of his faceplate, he had to let go of the brim of his nightcap, and Sun could see just how brightly those beautiful eyes glowed.

Moon's laughter made Sun giggly too, and it wasn't long before the dizzying euphoria stripped him of words, and he ran out of untouched casing to nuzzle and kiss. He kissed him all over a second time anyway, just to make sure Moon knew how cherished he was, but eventually collapsed on top of him, panting between pleased chuckles and little extra nuzzles against Moon's chest.

Their laughter exhausted itself eventually, and they settled into each other's embrace in the cozy, afterhours quiet of their room, holding each other as close as possible and purring just loud enough for the other to hear. After a few minutes, Moon shifted ever so gently, and Sun moved his faceplate to look up over at him, rays fluttering.

“I love you too, Sunny.” Moon's voice was thick with affection, and he nuzzled against the top of Sun's faceplate, eliciting a louder more rumbling purr from the solar animatronic. But then Moon sighed and averted his gaze, eyeglow dimming, and Sun searched his face with increased attention, worried. 

Was… was I too much? He wondered, but then Moon continued. “...We'll have to hide it, of course, but-”

Oh.

“No.” Sun shook his head, rays pulsing. “No, we're getting out of here.”

Moon's eyes brightened, then dimmed again, just as quickly as they'd lit up. “How?”

“I don't know.” Sun replied. “But we are. I absolutely refuse to live in a place that won't even let me hold hands with the love of my life. I mean, it's ridiculous!”

Seized by indignation, he sat up, and Moon let him go, watching him with brightened eyes as Sun stood and began to pace up and down the dusty floorboards. “Can't put ideas into the kids heads,’ they say. As if there aren't plenty of kiddos with gay parents already! No, no, it's not that. They know if we fall in love, we won't stand for seeing our partners suffer at their hands. We're used to getting hurt ourselves, but seeing each other receive the same treatment?”

He growled, shaking his head to clear the image of Moon writhing in pain. “I'd- oohoohoo, I'd do something I might regret, that's for sure.”

“Sunny.” Moon's soft call of his name made Sun falter, and he turned to look at Moon. The sight of him laying there in their bed, head propped up in his hand as he watched Sun with those beautiful eyes of his made Sun turn to absolute mush, anger fading and guilt taking its place.

“I'm sorry.” Sun said, making his way back over to the bed. Moon scooched back and opened up his arms in invitation, and Sun gladly accepted his embrace, laying down on his side, facing Moon. With the hand not settling on Sun's waist, Moon brushed his knuckles against Sun's cheek, and Sun sighed, closing his eyes. “It's just… I love you, and I hate them, and I couldn't stand to see you hurt. The very thought makes me furious.”

“It's alright.” Moon murmured. His voice was so kind, so gentle even underneath the static crackling, and Sun felt more of his anxieties fade. “I love you, too, and for what it's worth, Sunny... I share your sentiment.”

The kindness had dissolved in those last words, replaced by an underlying growl, and they were punctuated too with a squeeze around Sun's middle. But then Moon huffed, and when he spoke again, he just sounded a little bit tired. “But yes… we will escape. We'll have to bring the others with us, it would hardly be fair to leave them behind… but once all is said and done, we can enjoy our freedom. Maybe find a nice big house out in the middle of nowhere to make our own.”

Sun could feel his casings grow warmer, despite the efforts of his fans. “Aww. I had the same idea.”

Moon chuckled. “Great minds think alike.” He pulled Sun closer, and Sun obliged him, snuggling up. “We can make plans later, though. For now, how about we just enjoy each other's company? All the humans have gone home, and there are no cameras in here. We're safe, Sunny, and we're together.”

“Yes. That does sound nice.” Sun whispered, and Moon lowered his hand, then leaned forward to gently press the top of his head to Sun's. 

“I love you, Sunny.”

“I love you too, Moony.”

~~~~~

Ao3 Link to Circuit Board Sparks

Ao3 Link to Origami Kisses

[eddiemadmunson]

Little mouse part 8

I am so sorry for not updating this fic for so long 🙈 This has been in my drafts for so long, but I finally found the inspiration to finish this chapter 😊

Paring: Aemond x fem!reader

Word account: around 2200 words

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk

A/N: English is not my language. The second part of this fic has almost 1500 notes and I am shocked to be honest 😳😳💕💕

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7

“Y/N I want to go to fly on Dreamfyre,” Helaena announce to you and you smiled at her ready to go to the kitchens and help there, because Helaena has never taken you with her to the Dragonpit.

“I want you to go with me,” she said like if it wasn’t a big deal.

You stood there, stunned by her demand. She has never invited you to go with her.

“Or you can stay here, if you want,” Helaena said sadly and you quickly got out of your trance.

“No, of course Princess, I will love to keep you company,” you smiled happily and linked your arm with Helaena’s.

You two walked slowly to the Dragonpit followed by Helaena’s personal knight.

“Wait for us here,” Helaena commanded and left the protesting knight outside.

You walked inside the massive building. The gate that led inside was huge and was made of bronze and iron. Inside were thousands of seats situated around the pit itself.  Within the structure, long brick-lined tunnels have been dug deep into the hillside, fashioned like caves.

Helaena walked into one of the caves with confidence you have barely seen in the young Princess.

She stopped before the cave and you spotted her beautiful blue dragon waiting inside.

She greeted her and the giant beast almost purred like a giant cat when she sniffed her rider. The dragon keepers helped the princess to get the dragon outside the pit.

“Wait for me here, Y/N. We will be back soon,” she smiled happily to you and climbed on the massive back of her dragon. You watched in awe as they flew up to the skies, blocking the sun for few seconds.

You felt so happy, you always loved dragons since you were a kid. You always had this silly fantasy that one day you would ride your own dragon. But only standing next to a glorious beast like Dreamfyre was like a dream coming true.

Suddenly you heard a loud roar. You followed the sound curiously and soon you spotted Vhagar resting on the top of the hill, too big to fit inside the pit like the other dragons.

She was truly impressive. She was bigger than the whole building. You didn’t understand how she can hold herself in the air.

“What are you doing here, little mouse?” you yelled in surprise when Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, causing Vhagar to look your way. You almost stopped breathing when the gigantic dragon looked at you, but you felt safe in Aemond’s arms.

“Your sister wanted to fly on her dragon and she took me with her,” you said and snuggled closer to his chest.

“And you decided to have a look at my dragon?” he smirked and placed his head on your shoulder.

“I heard her roaring,” you explained and admired the dragon once again.

“She is so big, you were so brave to claim her as a little boy, she looks so scary,” you said with mixture of admiration and fear in your voice.

Aemond smirked against your ear and gently pushed you forward.

“What are you doing?” You asked him with panic rising in your voice.

“I want you to meet my girl,” he grinned and you went pale.

“You can’t be serious, she will eat me up,” your voice trembled. You loved dragons, you really did, but Vhagar was seriously too big to handle.

“Don’t worry, she won’t hurt you when you are with me, little mouse,” he tried to calm you down but you were trembling.

“She can sense your fear, you know? Show her that you are worth to stand here beside me,” he said firmly against your ear and you slowly turned your head and looked into his eye.

“You think that I am worth it?” you asked him with trembling voice.

“I think that you are afraid of everything unknown, thinking that you are not good enough or brave enough to achieve anything. And that’s not true, you can do great things, little mouse. You just need to believe in yourself. Go on, show me, that you are my brave little mouse. Touch her,” Aemond encouraged you and you took all of your courage and gently petted Vhagar’s old rough scales on the side of her head.

Vhagar roared loudly and tossed her head aside, sending you back to Aemond’s arms.

"Gīda ilagon, rōva riña (Calm down, big girl)” , Aemond calmed her down and chuckled when he saw your stunned face.

“I think she likes you, little mouse,” he smirked.

“Likes me? She tossed me away!!” you pouted your lips and watched her with mistrust.

“She didn’t eat you, I think that’s a success, most of the keepers stays away from her, she already killed few of them,” he winked at you and your face went pale.

“You are teasing me, my Prince,” you said in trembling voice.

“You should know that I am barely ever joking, my dear little mouse,” he said, his voice suddenly went darker and he leaned closer to you.

“She could feel you are special to me,” he mumbled against your lips, before kissing you possessively and you could swear that you could hear the big dragon girl huffing in annoyance and jealousy.

Her scales were digging into your back as Aemond gently pushed you against the side of his dragon. This time she didn’t move. Aemond’s lips hungrily devoured yours, you moved your hand to his neck and slid your fingers into his long platinum blonde locks, massaging the back of his neck. He was kissing you deep and dirty, licking into your mouth in a way that made your head spin, you moaned into his mouth, desperately clutching the lapels of his leather jacket. You tugged on his hair and grazed your teeth along his lower lip, before taking it in between yours and playfully sucked on it, he groaned and murmured “fuck” against your lips.

“You are driving me crazy, I definitely didn’t plan to kiss you here, where anyone can see us, but I don’t control myself around you, little mouse,” he confessed and you blushed.

“I should probably go and wait for your sister at the entrance to the pit,” you suggested but you definitely didn’t want to leave the warmth of his embrace.

“Oh, no, little one. We are going for a ride,” he smirked wickedly and your eyes widened.

“Excuse me, my Prince?” you tried to escape but he simply threw you over his shoulder and began climbing up the rope ladder.

“Aemond, my Prince, please! Put me down,” you begged him but he seemed to be deaf to your begging.

He placed you on to the leather saddle.

“Relax, little mouse. Nothing will happen to you, you are with me,” he tried to calm you down, but you were trembling. You were so high. This was definitely the scariest thing that ever happened to you.

Aemond sat behind you and wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Sōvēs (fly)” Aemond shouted and you screamed when Vhagar obeyed her rider and pushed her giant body off the ground. It didn’t take long and you were up in the skies. Aemond was laughing happily, obviously excited to ride his dragon but you were trembling so badly that he could hear your teeth clattering.

“Calm down, Y/N. We are in the sky now, it will be smooth fly,” he tried to calm you down.

“I probably should have mentioned to you that I am terrified of heights, my prince Aemond,” you cried out.

“Yeah, that would be a useful information, little mouse,” he chuckled and pulled you even closer to his chest.

“We need to find a way how to make you relax, little one. Flying on the dragon back is a life time experience, you should be able to fully enjoy it,” he smirked and you felt his hand wandering under your skirt.

“My Prince Aemond, this is very inappropriate, and dangerous, you need both hands on the pommel and reins,” you yelped but he totally ignored you and his hand moved higher and higher on your leg.

“Aemond,” you half moaned half yelled when he slipped his fingers into your undergarments.

“Shhhhh, let me take care of you, little mouse. Let your Prince make you feel good,” he murmured against your ear and his fingers started rubbing your clit slowly.

“Such a good girl, already wet for me,” he praised you and bit your ear playfully.

“Are you so excited from the fear of flying or all you need is a little kiss from me to get this wet, little mouse?” he teased you, playing with your clit painfully slowly.

“I think it’s all combined together, my Prince,” you moaned out and your hips bucked up against his hand.

“So eager for my fingers, little mouse,” Aemond teased your entrance, but he just played around your hole, chuckling when you let out frustrated whimpers.

“One minute ago you were protesting and now you are basically begging me to finger you here up in the skies,” he teased you, his fingers dipping into your dripping cunt to the first knuckle, denying you the pleasure of pushing his long fingers fully inside your pulsating heat.

“Aemond, please, my Prince. I need you. Please be kind to me,” you begged him, the excitement of this dangerous situation heightening your senses.

“Hmmm, I love it when you beg for me like this. Whatever it’s for my fingers, mouth or cock,” he went back to teasing your clit with his fingers, torturing your bundle of nerves, sucking hickeys into the side and back of your exposed neck while navigating Vhagar through the clouds with one hand like the experienced rider he was.

You tossed your head back, resting it against his shoulder, giving him better access to your throat. You will have to cover his love marks up the next day, but you didn’t care at this moment.

“Please my Prince, please finger my cunt with your thick fingers,” you begged him and his eye dilated when he heard you use such a vulgar language.

“I think I am a very bad influence on you,” his lips found yours in an awkward kiss, thanks to your position and two of his fingers finally slipped inside your soaked pussy. You groaned into the kiss, biting his lips as he starting pushing his fingers in and out of your pussy while the palm of his hand rubbed against your sensitive clit.

You were close to your orgasm and he could feel it, your walls were clenching his fingers hard.

“Hold it, little mouse, be a good girl and don’t cum yet,” he tortured you, slowing the movement of his fingers to a lazy pace.

“Look around yourself, enjoy the scenery. Do you like it up here?” he kissed your jaw and chuckled when you whined obviously not impressed by his constant teasing.

“Please, my Prince Aemond. Please let me cum, I can’t hold it any longer. Please my Prince, I don’t want to disobey you but it’s too much, you make me feel too good,” you begged him desperately, almost crying in frustration.

“You are really impatient, you know that, Y/N?” he ignored your begging but his fingers started moving faster and faster, his palm was bumping into your clit and you were sweating because you felt your release coming and there was no way that you will be able to stop it. Aemond felt it too and he finally had mercy on you.

“Let it go, little mouse. Scream for me, you can scream as loud as you can here, nobody will hear you, which is a shame, really. Your screams are very erotic,” he curled up his fingers, hitting your g-spot perfectly, your orgasm hit you like a hurricane, you screamed his name and cum all over his long pale fingers.

You were breathing heavily as you slowly came down from your post orgasm bliss.

You rearranged yourself in the saddle and felt his hard cock digging into the back of your ass.

“Get used to flying like this with me more often, little mouse. Because next time you will sit on my cock and I will cum inside this tight little pussy,” he promised to you and you smiled happily, finally enjoying the ride.

Part 9 coming soon

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[see-arcane]

If in your opinion Jonathan is bi who do you think among the guys would he be most possibly attracted to? Surely not Dracula!

Dracula and the Brides/Stoker's vampires in general seem to have an automatic Voluptuous 'You Find Me Attractive Despite Being Creeped Out' trick going on with them, so any spontaneous feelings of 'ooh~ vampire sexy~' throughout the novel have to be taken with a grain of salt. Especially with Dracula, considering...you know. The everything.

Regrettably, I do have to give the undead bastard some points for charisma when he's actually trying to put the effort in. Jonathan did seem genuinely interested in Old Man Dracula's storytelling even after alarm bells started ringing. But any twinges he might have felt were way too tainted with artificial attraction to count as real sparks, period.*

*Though I do think the vampires' sexy spell is only effective on those whose sexualities/preferences are open to said attraction in the first place. Dracula couldn't have left Jonathan ~all in a sea of wonders~ if he wasn't into men in general. But moving on.

As to who among the Suitors Three Jonathan might find appealing, Quincey is the best bet. They were knife buds! Violent vengeance pals! Jonathan probably spent whatever time he wasn't with Mina or sharpening the kukri getting some manfully mansome sparring time in with Mr. Morris. Much to Jack's lasting distress.

However, my money for the guy he might have had a proper 😳 reaction to doesn't even get to show up in the novel! He got cut from the main story with "Dracula's Guest," and didn't even get a name! A petty officer among soldiers coming to the rescue:

[Insert an already 👀 scene with Dracula the Wolf laying on top of Jonathan and licking his neck after saving his ass from a village of vampires here.]

The soldiers come to take him back to civilization. A trigger happy fellow pulls the trigger too soon, almost shoots Jonathan, but...

I saw one of the horsemen (soldiers by their caps and their long military cloaks) raise his carbine and take aim. A companion knocked up his arm, and I heard the ball whizz over my head.

Always felt this implied said companion was the PO. So, rescue number one.

As they drew nearer I tried to move, but was powerless, although I could see and hear all that went on around me. Two or three of the soldiers jumped from their horses and knelt beside me. One of them raised my head, and placed his hand over my heart.

“Good news, comrades!” he cried. “His heart still beats!”

2. Fellas...

Most of the soldiers start panicking, rightly suspecting vampire business. They fret about whether Jonathan might turn, but:

“There was blood on the broken marble,” another said after a pause—“the lightning never brought that there. And for him—is he safe? Look at his throat! See, comrades, the wolf has been lying on him and keeping his blood warm.”

The officer looked at my throat and replied:

“He is all right; the skin is not pierced. What does it all mean? We should never have found him but for the yelping of the wolf.”

3. Our guy the Petty Officer is covering for him from minute one. Yes, covering. There is absolutely a mark--if a near imperceptible one. (Like Lucy's 'pinprick.') And he's too blood-loss woozy for a drink not to have happened.

The soldiers are understandably still antsy. Not the PO, though.

“What became of it?” asked the man who was holding up my head, and who seemed the least panic-stricken of the party, for his hands were steady and without tremor. On his sleeve was the chevron of a petty officer.

“It went to its home,” answered the man, whose long face was pallid, and who actually shook with terror as he glanced around him fearfully. “There are graves enough there in which it may lie. Come, comrades—come quickly! Let us leave this cursed spot.”

The officer raised me to a sitting posture, as he uttered a word of command; then several men placed me upon a horse. He sprang to the saddle behind me, took me in his arms, gave the word to advance; and, turning our faces away from the cypresses, we rode away in swift, military order.

4. F-Fellas...fellas is it--

As yet my tongue refused its office, and I was perforce silent. I must have fallen asleep; for the next thing I remembered was finding myself standing up, supported by a soldier on each side of me. It was almost broad daylight, and to the north a red streak of sunlight was reflected, like a path of blood, over the waste of snow. The officer was telling the men to say nothing of what they had seen, except that they found an English stranger, guarded by a large dog.

5. Fellas is it gay to fall asleep in the arms of your rescuer while riding horseback and then waking up to hear him ordering his buddies to cover for you and say you definitely weren't getting tasted by a vampire to keep you out of trouble, asking for a friend--

“Dog! that was no dog,” cut in the man who had exhibited such fear. “I think I know a wolf when I see one.”

The young officer answered calmly: “I said a dog.”

“Dog!” reiterated the other ironically. It was evident that his courage was rising with the sun; and, pointing to me, he said, “Look at his throat. Is that the work of a dog, master?”

Instinctively I raised my hand to my throat, and as I touched it I cried out in pain. The men crowded round to look, some stooping down from their saddles; and again there came the calm voice of the young officer:

“A dog, as I said. If aught else were said we should only be laughed at.”

6. Petty Officer Be-Chill still covering for this pretty stray Englishman who clearly got vamp-snacked. For reasons.

I was then mounted behind a trooper, and we rode on into the suburbs of Munich. Here we came across a stray carriage, into which I was lifted, and it was driven off to the Quatre Saisons—the young officer accompanying me, whilst a trooper followed with his horse, and the others rode off to their barracks.

7. Nameless PO, probably: Do not worry swooning solicitor vampire bait man, I will accompany you back to your lodgings. Do you need help getting over the threshold? I could lift you again.

Fast forward to the hotel, and...Jonathan. Buddy.

The officer saluted me and was turning to withdraw, when I recognised his purpose, and insisted that he should come to my rooms. Over a glass of wine I warmly thanked him and his brave comrades for saving me. He replied simply that he was more than glad, and that Herr Delbrück had at the first taken steps to make all the searching party pleased; at which ambiguous utterance the maître d’hôtel smiled, while the officer pleaded duty and withdrew.

8. Jonathan, inviting his rescuer to his room for wine and gratitude: Thank you c:

Nameless PO: No problem. ...So is there a Mrs. Solicitor--

Herr Delbrück, mood killer extraordinaire, apparently invited himself into Jonathan's room to watch these guys drink wine together: ;) ;) ;)

Nameless PO, ducking out of the room: oh hey wow look at the time need to go do soldier things bye

Jonathan: :c ?

Oh, Nameless Petty Officer. What fun the speculation would have been if you were thrown to the Dracula Daily crowd from the start. As it stands, he exists outside of the 'official' start of Jonathan's travel journal entries, so he lives in a limbo outside the book/only in Jonathan's potential memory.

(But then, all of the above is moot anyway, as Jonathan is more Mina-romantic/Mina-sexual than anything else. Even if someone he found hot did want to take things further, Jonathan is a Mina First, Foremost, and Always kind of guy. No permission from her = No exploring his English countryside, The End.)

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hi ❤ may I request a fic where the reader goes 😳 everytime they see eddie's lips and one day he can't help but ask why they keep looking at him (in a teasing way)?

Hello love! Sorry that it took a while to get this done, and even now, it's rather short, because I'm down with a cold (so I hope this makes sense and isn't messed up due to my drugged up brain). It got a little suggestive, more than I thought it would, but I hope this is kinda what you were picturing 💚

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word count: 1334 Warning/Tags: slightly suggestive, fluff, eddie being a tease (let me know if I missed anything)

Lips Like Honey

It was bad, really bad, but you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering, couldn’t even say when this had started, but at one point, your eyes had landed on Eddie’s lips when you’d been sitting at the table in the cafeteria and you’d wondered what they would feel like on your own lips, on your skin. You’d quickly shaken your head to get that idea out of your head, cheeks burning with embarrassment, because this was nothing you should think about someone who was your friend - and Eddie was your friend, wasn’t he? A couple of weeks ago, he’d asked you to sit with them, since you’d realised that you liked the same stuff, that you were in great company with the boys of Hellfire, and it had proven to be the best decision. Ever since then, you’d been looking forward to your lunch breaks, and to the Club meetings that you were allowed to join to get to know the game.

“You can join us for the next campaign, you know? Make your own character.” Eddie pulled you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on his lips again, which they tended to do even more when he was speaking. Your own lips opened, but closed again, while you slowly looked up at him like he’d just caught you doing something illegal.

“We’ll definitely help you!” Dustin said before Eddie could say what had been on the tip of his tongue. Probably for the better, because he didn’t really want to embarrass you in front of the others, but he’d definitely noticed you staring at his lips again and again, and it made him curious. Especially because you tried to hide it all the time, because you always got so flustered after you’d stared at his lips probably a moment too long. He’d also noticed you squirming in your seat, but ever since he’d noticed, he hadn’t caught you alone.

“Yeah… sounds good,” you managed to say, giving Dustin a faint smile, before you concentrated on your sandwich. That way you didn’t have to look up at Eddie again, whose eyes were boring into you.

Even in class, you began daydreaming when he was there. He didn’t even say anything in class, but he focused on scribbling something down in his notebook - probably lyrics that just came to his mind - or started to draw something, but you couldn’t see what. Because your eyes were glued to his lips again, to the way the tip of his tongue was sticking out. Something he always did when he was concentrating on something.

You cursed yourself for your vivid imagination, because the pictures in your head immediately made you squirm in your seat. You were lucky that your teacher was so focused on delivering his speech, because you wouldn’t have realised if he’d talked to you in that moment. Because in your head, you were somewhere private, Eddie’s lips moving all over your body. Normally, these thoughts were reserved for your dreams that always left you frustrated, because Eddie was nowhere near when you woke up.

“Y/N? Hey, can you hear me?” Eddie snapped his fingers in front of your face, which made you jump a little, hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. You quickly glanced around only to see that everyone except for you two had already filed out of the room because the lesson was over. “You alright? You kinda zoned out there for a bit.” He couldn’t hide the smirk on his lips, because he’d caught you staring again. And you were doing it now as well, only for a moment, before you caught yourself and scrambled up to put your books in your bag and get going.

“Yeah, fine. Just…” You wet your suddenly dry lips with your tongue trying to come up with an explanation. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“You sure that’s it?” Eddie leaned back against his table, arms crossed over his chest, while he kept looking at you like he just caught you doing… what you’d been doing.

“Yeah… yep. See you later!” Nearly tripping over your own feet, you made it out of the room and down the hall, because you just needed to get away. Away from him, away from school to hopefully get a grip.

It probably helped that you didn’t see Eddie until the next Hellfire Club meeting for the end of the current campaign. You’d promised that you’d be there, and you really thought you’d be alright. The meetings were always so lively, so energetic that you had to follow, that your attention was drawn away from Eddie, even though you loved listening to him, and watching him talk. But it was better for you to get that distraction. What you hadn’t expected, though, was that Eddie was in the room alone by the time you arrived. You were usually the last one to get there, and so you’d thought it would be the same right now as well. But it was just the two of you.

“Where is everyone?” you asked, putting your bag down next to your usual spot next to Eddie, because you had the perfect overview from there, and it would have been weird if you’d chosen a different spot today.

“They’re running a bit late as it seems.”

“All of them?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m the one who is already here,” he said with a smirk, because he’d told everyone that they would start half an hour later except for you. Because he’d realised that you’d been keeping your distance, even avoiding him, after you hadn’t spent your lunch breaks with them. He had a pretty good idea what this was about, but he had to find out, had to make sure, and therefore, he wanted to be alone with you.

“So, I haven’t seen you in the last couple of days. Everything alright? You sleep well?” Eddie inched closer to you, leaning over to put his face even closer to yours. “Have any nice dreams?”

His voice dropped lower, and when you cast your eyes downward to his lips, you could see that lopsided smile that made you swallow. You were glad that you were seated right now, because that voice mixed with that look did things to you, that you didn’t want to say out loud.

“So tell me… why do you always look at my lips?”

His words made you hold your breath. You’d been way too obvious for your own good, and you’d had a feeling that he’d caught up with that, but that he asked you about it now, made you wish that the floor beneath you would open up and swallow you whole. At least until he kept talking.

“Been thinking about what they could do?” He leaned even closer now, his lips brushing against your cheek, while his hand landed on you thigh for leverage. “How they would feel on your skin?” He’d seen right through you, and you couldn’t suppress a whimper when his lips made contact with the shell of your ear. “Because I’d gladly show you. Been thinking about this as well.”

“Eddie…” you whispered, but it came out more like a moan. That sound made Eddie’s grip on your thigh tighten, and he pulled back a little.“Just say the word and we can make these thoughts reality.” Now, his eyes were lingering on your lips, waiting for you to say something, but before you could do that, the door opened, making you both pull back when the others filed into the room. Your heart was still racing in your chest, and Eddie’s look told you that he was still waiting for an answer - and he’d get that answer once you finished that campaign, knowing that it would be torture for Eddie. But after weeks of dreaming about him, of torturing yourself, it was only fair that he got to suffer a little before you yelled yes from the top of your lungs.

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