#don’t even start complaining to me if you’re not willing to put in the bare minimum effort btw

[luvvsbian]

knowing basic dog training is such a curse. every day i see people getting walked by their dogs with the leash fully taut. or yelling at them to stop barking. or giving a command several times and then giving up.

[landrywrites]

ethan landry — touchy

warnings: smut. porn what plot, ( kindve pleasure / service ) dom ethan, but he’s a little mean. thigh riding, petnames, praise, teasing, degradation if you squint. a nice healthy sprinkle of dumbifictation, use of ‘sir’ like once. edging ( ? ), small bit of aftercare.

let me know if i missed anything, it’s a little short if i’m bein honest T_T

extra: no ghostface, a little bit inspired by a tiktok i found. ( @suomae, just my own twist. )

uh reader doesn’t really speak, too dumbed out

summary: 🤭🤭

ethan landry, seemingly an angel, a dork of some sort but behind closed doors.. man was he much different than the nerd boy facade he puts out. he was a hungry man and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

you were sitting on ethan’s lap, facing away from him as he did some work on the computer, you were busying yourself on your phone, playing minecraft, you were decorating yours and ethan’s house right now, tongue stuck out in concentration which he found adorable. his head was laying on your shoulder, occasionally kissing the exposed skin.

he was wearing light grey sweats and a black wife beater pleaser and you were wearing a spaghetti strap, and some cotton panties, chad was out on a trip with tara so there was no need to cover up. his hands found purchase on your lower stomach as he watched a video, a video explaining who knows what. your breath hitches and he notices, keeping his warm hands on your stomach, rubbing up and down a bit. you bite your lip to stifle a moan. he smirks at that.

“jesus baby, it’s practically dripping in my lap now.” he noticed the way you bit your lip and the video was long forgotten. you let out a whimper and his hand travels lower, yet not exactly where you need him. “keep making those sounds, pretty girl. love it when you whine f’me.” he gently grabs the phone from you and saves the world, putting it on the table and closing his computer.

he decided physics could wait. his girl was all sensitive and needy, how could he resist such a beautiful girl like you. all he could hear was your whimpers and he loves every second of it. he orders you to stand up and you do, he slowly takes off your utterly soaked panties, shoving them in your mouth to use as a makeshift gag. the action surprises you but you say nothing, not that you could anyways. tasting yourself was always weird but not unwelcomed.

he settles you on his right thigh. “y’know what to do, start movin’. this is the only way you’re getting off tonight. punishment for distracting me from my work.” well, you take what you can get so you don’t complain. you start to move your hips and his hands settle on them, helping you move back and forth. “atta girl, just like that. get off on my thigh.” you whimper and he his hands start moving up, removing your tank top, he grabs your boobs. he kneads them and it only makes you wetter. if that was even possible.

you’ve been at this for who knows how long, because as soon as you start feeling that high his hands stop you from moving but you’re too dumbed out to even speak, only moans and whines left your lips and it was pure heaven for ethan, but quite literal hell to you. he’s raking it all in, eyes not leaving you even once. finally letting you move your hips again. he almost forgets to stop you because you looked so pretty like that, he loves it when you cry and beg.

“please, need you s’bad.” you cry out, well as best as you could with your own panties in your mouth. “what was that baby? ya say something?” all he did was laugh at you, at how absolutely pathetic you looked right now, all fucked out. “barely even touched you, and you’re already begging for more.” he pinches your nipples and you swear you saw god.

he takes the panties out of your mouth, the taste of cotton still on your tongue as a reminder. he puts them in his pocket opposite of the leg you’re fucking yourself on currently. “i- i said please. i need you so bad.” he meanly replies. “i don’t think so baby, i think you can get off like this. can’t you? slut.” his words were absolutely filthy and it only made you move your hips faster. “that’s a good girl. fuck, you look so good like this.” the way his voice was practically vibrating in your ear, the way his hands didn’t stop touching you, his kisses on your shoulders and the way he practically is moving you himself. it was all too much.

“please i wanna cum oh sir please let me cum.” you begged and begged. he groans and he feels his cock strain against his boxers, dick twitching as soon as you called him sir, making him weak. besides who was he to deny you when you were oh so pretty when you begged. “awh look at you asking so nicely, well since you’ve been such a good girl for me, yes you can cum.” so many “thank you’s” fell from your lips it was all becoming blurry, barely even hearing him say yes, chasing your own orgasm. “i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you practically yell that out.

“go ahead and cum, pretty girl. make a mess on my thigh.” and you did, and it hit you like a truck. so hard that your vision turns white for a few seconds. you almost fell forward if it weren’t for the hands holding you up, you feel them cup your face but you feel faint, almost like falling asleep. you close your eyes to rest them for a bit.

“baby? come back to me. it’s okay, you’re okay.” he realizes you’re still in the headspace and he picks you up bridal style. he ran a bath, gently placing you in the tub. he doesn’t wash your hair since you’re in and out of consciousness and washing the hair of someone who’s head keeps falling forward isn’t very fun. he smiles to himself, loving the vibe he’s created. he tells you how good you were and all you could do was nod and smile at his words.

after he’s done he picks you up and dries you, carrying you to the bed before placing you down, he puts you in one of his shirts and his boxers since he didn’t want too much pressure on where you’re sensitive ( don’t worry these are new. ) he takes his own shower and dressed himself in new sweats and no shirt, throwing the dirty clothes in the hamper. he took care of himself in the shower. you start to come to as he settles in after turning off the lights. groggily you sit up and rub your eyes which he finds so so cute.

“hey baby, you doin alright?” you nod. “words, pretty girl.” he says. “yeah i’m fine, e. you doin okay?” you suddenly ask, cuddling up to him. “oh my oh so sweet and considerate girl, i am doing fantastic.” he smiles at you, holding you close. you cuddled into him before speaking.

“you need aftercare just as much as i do, e. let me hold you. you’ve done enough for me.” his heart softens at that, you truly did care about him. “fine i’ll listen, i love being babied.” you smile at that before changing positions, his head on your chest as you play with his hair while giving him forehead kisses. with a sigh of content you both drift to sleep.

© landrywrites 2023

, posersays : tehee :3 hope u like . uhm third fic and it’s almost pure filth.. i don’t know if i like this one or not tbh..

[secretivemessenger]

Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Heavy fingering! Nipple play! Squirting! (Pantalone)! Riding! Pet names! Belly bulge! (Tartaglia)! Humiliation! Facefucking! Brat taming! (Scaramouche)! Lab sex! Rough sex! (Dottore)! missionary! Back scratching! Biting! (Capitano)! Manhandling! Soft to rough! (Pierro)!

Note: i know i said i won’t be writing long shit for a while since i had some lack of motivation- BUT, I suddenly got the urge to write this. So yeah 😀. Currently 4am so don’t mind if there is any mistakes

Pantalone

Pantalone adores you a bit too much, he just loves you lots and is willing to give you anything you could ever want.

If you just simply want to ravish his pretty body then he’s all yours, or you just want to buy yourself a little treat then he’s more than willing to give you as much mora as you wish for.

One of the biggest and obvious benefits of being his lover is the things he gives you. He always likes to shower you with his gifts, it can be count as his love language.

And it specifically make him extremely happy when he see’s you wear something he gave to you. it’s insanely adorable how his eyes shone once when you wore the dark blue sweater he gave you.

Just as much as he likes to give you his little gifts, he also enjoys it when you do things for him. Like having you fill him up till he’s a sobbing mess, or just simply pampering and praising him while gently stroking at his hair.

Pantalone can also be very demanding. He is a very straight forward man after all. If he wants something he will not hesitate to get it. So if he wants you to just fuck him dumb right on top of his office then you’ll have to do it. Not like you’re complaining about it anyways.

His back was pressed down against his own desk, pantalone was bare naked for you while you still had your clothes on. The squelching sound of your fingers fucking inside his wet hole mixed perfectly with his sweet moans.

“Nghh…ahh please no more” pantalone let out a helpless cry. But instead of stopping you only moved your fingers faster. “Do you really wish for me to stop? Just say so and I’ll stop” you said with a smile looking directly at his eyes.

Biting his lips he gave it a thought before spatting with an adorable whine “please, give me more”. Giving him exactly what he wanted. You added a third finger and started fucking it in and out of him at a hight pace. His body couldn’t stop squirming around, back arched beautifully for you. He looked so mesmerising in such position.

Leaning down you gave his pecs a little kiss earning you a surprised gasp. Taking it as a sign you took his nipple inside your warm mouth, sucking at it harshly while twirling your tongue around it. Biting it every now and then. All that while still fingering him open.

His body was already an overstimulated mess, he himself was surprised he hasn’t come yet. But once you pulled out you fingers and replaced it with your cock, he couldn’t stop himself from squirting all over himself. He screamed your name loudly as it just kept coming out.

He looked quite fucked up even tho you just put it in. You wonder how would he last when you start fucking him silly with your cock.

Tartaglia

Childe is the definition of the so called puppy boy. Probably because of his little habit of following you around like a little lost pup.

You don’t mind it, actually it’s the quite opposite, you find it extremely adorable the way he stalks behind you everywhere you go.

He wishes for nothing other than your satisfaction. He’s willing to do anything you want and give you everything you need without asking for a thing in return. 

If he were to take anything from you it would be the little praises when he does a good job for you. He finds his own satisfaction from pleasing you. Being a good boy for you is all he does.

He craves your touch all the time, even if he doesn’t ask for it you know that he just wants you close to him in anyway possible, he just wants the heat of your body against him. Still he doesn’t wish to be a greedy one fearing you’ll despise him after.

But in reality you’re more than willing to give him what he wants, after all he has been nothing other than a perfect puppy for you, and a good puppy deserves a reward for their hard work <3.

When you told him he can do anything he wanted with you he got so happy, you actually feared the smile he had on might rip his face apart from how wide it was.

He giggled at himself before telling you what he wanted “i want to ride you, please?” he said with hopeful eyes. And who were you to deny him after being such a good boy for you all this time. “Sure. Go ahead, please yourself”

And there he is, going up and down on your cock. You wanted to help him out but he specifically said to let him do things on his own.

He supported himself by placing his hands on your shoulders while you sat back against the couch. Watching the way he moves on your cock, the way it disappears inside of him and pop up against his tummy. He looked gorgeous with the way his eyes teared up you couldn’t help not to tease him.

Thrusting up against him with no warning made his knees feel weak, it made him squeal loudly. He looked up at you with teary eyes you almost felt bad. You just smiled at him and praised. “Cmon be a good pup and continue moving. Or do you want me to do it” he whined before answering “I’ll do it”.

He continued to abuse his hole on his own as you just watched him like he was some kind of a show. He looked like mess, as his cock leaked lots of precum. Your cock bulging against his stomach was the cutest thing ever, you barely held back on just slamming him on the couch and fucking him on your own. But you have to respect your darling’s wish. So you let him continue on his own, for now atleast.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is the polar opposite of childe. He is the actual definition of an arrogant little brat, If it wasn’t obvious already.

He has a bad habit of looking down on people especially those who he deems nothing but weak mortals.

He even looks down on you, His lover. Constantly raising his voice at you, ordering you around like you’re one of his subordinates. If someone saw you they would not believe that you have such special bond together.

He’s absolutely not the type to show affection, especially when in public. He feels like falling in love is such a humiliating thing and that everyone looks down on him for it. So he makes sure to act arrogantly with you when there is people around. To show them that he still have the dominant hand.

But do you care about his behaviour? No not at all. He can continue acting like a brat as much as he wants, it just gives you better satisfaction when you start breaking his little pride Till he’s nothing but a putty at your mercy.

He can say whenever he wants to you in public but you know damn well you can very much easily just bend him over anytime and have your way with him.

You seated yourself on the little chair while looking in-front of you as scaramouche stood there, fiddling with his fingers nervously. Why? He himself doesn’t know reason.

“On your knees” you said in a rather calm voice.

Hearing your words made his little ego drop. And it made anger rise in him. YOU want HIM to get on his knees? Just because your his lover you think you have the power to order him around like that. “Huh who do you think you are”

It honestly started to get irritating, and it just made the thought of breaking him grow more inside of you. “Hurry up and get on your knees instead of making things worse for yourself”. Your sudden change in tone made his body shiver, he didn’t know why but his body reacted on it’s own. Swallowing up his pride and getting down on his knees between your legs, letting out a small whine.

“Suck me off” these three words made his face heat up real quick. He looked up at you like you were crazy or something. The shock being too great he forgot how to talk. “You go the easy way out do it on your own, or i can just shove my cock down your throat on my own.” A mischievous smile spread against your face “which one would you prefer hmm?”

Gosh how could you say such things with a straight face. It made him embarrassed, he would never admit it tho. He was too deep in his thoughts to even realize the amount of time that had passed, the patience you had quickly drained. “I guess your choice is the latter”. Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, but it was already too late for him

It’s like his consciousness stopped for a moment and when it returned your cock was already deep down his throat. A little glare was all he could give, but it only made you chuckle at his pathetic move.

If he continues to be a brat then just fuck it out of him, yes it’s that easy. Grab his hair and shove him down till he kisses your abdomen. Watch while he grips at your thighs for support. Tears running down his face uncontrollably, droll dripping down his chin. He looked fucked out already even tho you just started. And you weren’t gonna stop till he’s nothing but an obedient doll for you.

Dottore

Dottore views everything as an experiment, even the relationship you both have was nothing but a mere experiment to him. Until these “feelings” got involved.

Dottore was someone who had little to no understanding of human emotions. Let alone ‘love’. But being with you changed that, you were destined to be with him. Or so he believes.

He believes that you’re meant to teach him all the things that he doesn’t know or understand. And with time he became obsessed with you, so much to the point where he’s willing to take anything your able to give to him.

You’re his just like he’s yours. He won’t mind being your little toy, as long as you keep teaching him all these new things. Especially about his body. Together you explored all the parts of his body that could give him the feeling of euphoria.

Learning all of these new things about his body was certainly interesting, not just for him but for you too. You observed the way his body would react to every touch you make on it.

His reactions always leaves you in aww. No matter how many times you fuck him dumb it would always feel like the first time.

Fucking him in his lab is always hot. Knowing that anyone could possibly enter, a fatui agent, a harbinger, or one of his clones. But thats the fun part of it.

Pressing his face against the wall, while you thrust in and out of him. One hand holding his waist, and the other pulling on his harness.

His muffled up moans is all he could let out as you continued to ram his used hole. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back against you. Begging for even more fraction. “Please sir.. fuck me harder” he said while looking back at you with temping eyes.

Snapping your hips against his harshly while pulling back his harness. It made his eyes roll back from the pleasure. Head clouded with lust and only one thought, he wants to cum so soo bad. But when he wanted to jerk himself off you thrusted directly on his prostate. It made his hands shoot up to hold onto the wall for support.

You continued fucking against him, hitting his pleasurable spot over and over again. “Instead of playing with your cock, why don’t we see if you can cum with only your ass hmm. What do you think?” you whispered near his ears making a shiver run up his spine.

Letting out a loud breath “fuck me harder then” a mocking smile spread on his face despite the fact that it’s soaked in tears and drool.

“What a greedy whore. Alright you asked for it”. if he wanted it this way then he have no right to complain after about how sore his body feels.

Capitano

Capitano is very much clueless about relationships and such. Because he’s so new to this he knows nothing about it so you’re gonna have to teach him little by little.

Go easy on and don’t rush him. Start by the simple things of how to enjoy some quality time together. A little date, a walk around together, or just having a small chat in his office. Doing that will deepen the relationship you two have.

After you get closer he’ll become more comfortable to physical touch’s. At first small little peaks is all he can do but in no time he was able to last in heavy make out sessions. Grip at his waist and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, listen to how he whines in the middle of the kiss. It’s all new to him to the point of it becoming overstimulating.

He was very sensitive to the kisses you too shared not knowing about the amount of pleasure he can get from other parts of his body. Starting with overstimulating his nipples to ramming your fingers against his prostate. All the new things he started experiencing with you were incredibly overwhelming, yet it felt fucking amazing.

He now looks forward to it everytime that you call him over for some tension release.

You had no idea why capitano called you in first. Usually when you wanted to do anything together you’ll be the one who have to make the first move. Well guess things change.

The moment you arrived you knew why he called you in because of the way he was acting. And you were honestly quite tempted to tease him, but you know better than to do that. Because he can kill you off just as fast. So you jumped straight to the point.

Seating yourself perfectly between his legs, already balls deep inside of him resulting in a deep groan to be let out from him. “Ngh.. hurry up and move already” chuckling at his demanding words “yes sir”. Before starting to slowly pull out till only the tips inside, and ramming back inside.

The satisfaction of being stretched open felt so good. Capitano wrapped his hands around you for support. Digging his nails in your back. “Loosen up a bit. My dick can barely breath” you said w a light laugh.

With a deep sigh. He tried to relax so you can move easily inside of him. Your thrusts started growing in speed bit by bit. As deep moans escape capitano.

Leaning down you started sucking at his neck which added to the pleasure he was feeling. Leaving hickeys all over it before biting it out of nowhere. He would’ve screamed if he didn’t mange to hold himself back. He Shot a glare at you which quickly disappeared once your movement speed increased.

His eyes became dazed as the pleasure was starting to get too overwhelming for him. For someone like him he was very sensitive. It’s truly adorable. It just makes you want to ravish him even more, turn him into your perfect toy.

But maybe you shouldn’t say that out loud. You still wish to hold on to your head after all.

Pierro

Pierro might as well be considered the most ‘calm’ of the other harbingers. He lived for far too long, and has experienced a fair amount of relationships to understand what he’s doing.

A life as pierros lover is real calm and relaxing, you have no arguments, great communication, and a nice relationship overall.

The most struggle pierro have is being the leader of the harbingers. He is always expected to be so strong and smart, everyone thinks that he can and will do everything for the fatui. And he will. Yet it’s still quite tiring.

All the work he have to do always gets him so stressed. he just wants someone to take care of him. Someone to love him. And who else is there for him other than his precious lover.

You’re there to him. you’ll treat him just like he deserves. With love and care. And maybe some roughness too.

You just can’t deny how good it feels when you look down on the 1st fatui harbinger like that. Laying naked, legs spread wide open.

The way you can see your cock go in and out of him had you staring intensely. How you wish to fuck him so roughly but you care too much to mess him up more than his work is doing. You know how stressful his work is, so you have to push your urges and just focus on pleasing your lover. Continuing to fuck softly against him.

Of course pierro noticed you holding back. Honestly his pride was hurt a bit because maybe you thought he couldn’t handle a more rough play. “No need to hold back. I can take it” he said it so confidently. Hearing his words was like a switch.

Flipping him around so easily made a shrinking sound to be let out by him. His face pressed against the mattress while his ass presented itself so beautifully infront of you.

Holding down his waist you didn’t hesitate to push roughly inside of him again. He was the one who told you that you can be more rough. So you did just that. Going in and out of him in such roughly manner made the volume of his voice rise, which was pleasant to hear due to the fact that he’s mostly quiet during sex.

Pierro continued to enjoy the feeling of your cock fucking his hole. He didn’t mind the roughness of your movement, it was actually very arousing to him. Even a man like pierro like’s to be manhandled every once in a while.

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 30 - ABO

So, I actually can't take full credit for this one; someone very close to me wrote this (with some input from me) and I think she did excellently. Enjoy!~

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You didn’t know how long it had been since the men in black military uniforms had locked you up. There were no windows, no clocks, no way for you to tell how much time had passed. You could hear members of Los Vaqueros yelling and complaining which had you worried. What worried you more was how you could tell by your body’s sensations that your heat was coming and the stress was not helping.

The day they put Alejandro Vargas in the cell with you was both confusing and relieving. He was groggy upon waking, but immediately began to put up a fight, trying to curse out the soldiers in Spanish. “They’re not here señor,” you inform him quietly. You try your best to hold back your urges as he turns to look at you, sitting in the corner of the room with the old musty quilt they’d given you. “They haven’t been for a while now.”

“Where did they go?” He growls, which sends a shiver down your spine. Now, the leader of Los Vaqueros was many things, but certainly not a fool. He could smell your scent and what his words did to you. “They put an Omega on the brink of heat in here? How cruel.”

Your cheeks blush bright red at his words, hiding your face from him. “They’ll…probably do something about it,” you admitted. You’d heard the soldiers talking about you, how they mocked you when you tried to ask for, at the bare minimum, scent blockers. They scoffed at you to be thankful they were even feeding you before slamming the metal door again.

“Pendejos…” Alejandro sighs and comes to sit in front of you. “I know how terrible it can be to go through that time alone amigo. If you’ll let me, I can help you.” You watch with curious eyes as he takes off his tactical gloves and tosses them aside. He rolls up his sleeve a bit so you could see his entire wrist and offers it up to you to smell.

Your worried eyes dart between the man’s wrist and his face. He kept a soft expression despite the anger you could feel. Thankfully for you both, it was lessening by the second. 

Your hands are cold to the touch as they take his, leaning down to inhale deeply. Your body screamed for his touch now, eager to have a willing Alpha there with you. You look up to the man with you again, still uncertain.

You watch him take his hand from your hold and stroke your cheek softly. It was this soft gesture that had you lunging at him, eager to feel warm and held by a capable mate. Alejandro holds you close, inhaling your scent. You hear a pleased rumble resound in his chest as he immediately starts to scent you.

You let him, craning your neck to the side so he can have better access. You can feel your body starting to produce slick and the very fiber of your skin start to feel like it’s on fire. The Latino man practically purrs when your scent is fully in his system.

“You smell divine pequeño,” Alejandro hums, the vibration in his chest making your heart speed up. “Do you need care now? Or can it wait until we’re out of this mess?”

“Now…” you whine, trying to keep your voice low. You knew that, despite the metal walls of the prison, you could still be heard. Your fellow inmates had tried to chew out the guards who refused you blockers or suppressants of any kind. While it was to no avail, it was the sentiment that mattered. “I don’t care that you have to go raw, please Alpha.”

You could faintly feel the twitch of Alejandro’s member at your words. “Strip down,” he tells you, voice soft but commanding. “I want you to have a proper little nest first.” You scramble to stand and do as you’re asked, watching curiously as he does the same.

The sight of his cock has your body all but begging for it to be inside you. Yet you knew he was right; having a nest, albeit small and cramped, would make this feel all the better. Biting your lip, you got to work, eyes occasionally flicking between articles of clothing to pick the right one.

Alejandro waited patiently, a sense of pride blooming in his chest. It wasn’t often he got the chance to help an Omega; usually he was the one seeking them out for his own needs. Yet here you were, now sitting pretty in your little patchwork nest, waiting for him. “May I come in?” He asks softly. 

Rudy always chided him about not having a mate yet. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how. He knew all the proper things to do, it was just a matter for finding the right one. He’s more than a little excited when you nod to him, letting him step inside and slip between your legs.

You watch with rapt attention as he inspects his fingers, making sure they’re clean before slipping them to your slick soaked hole. He starts slow, and you can’t help but sigh as a bit of the fog is lifted from your mind. You’re drowning in bliss and praise as he spreads you open, trying to listen and focus on meeting your needs at once.

You can’t help but wonder what it would look like if you took this man as a mate. Sure, he was busy as the leader of Los Vaqueros, but his caring qualities more than made up for the time he’d be gone. Before you knew it, your attention was drawn back as Alejandro asked you for permission to fill you. 

You nod eagerly, watching between your legs as he slides his cock in. Your eyes roll back into your head, the bliss of finally being full settling into your bones. You can’t recall the last time you had a mate during your heat, so the change was more than welcomed. 

Your body moves before you can think, rocking down against him in an attempt to actually relieve some of the sexual pressure. “Eager are we?” Alejandro croons as he steadies himself and starts a slow rhythm. “Such a good omega. Muy bueno pequeño.” 

“Gracias Alpha,” you moan back. You reach for the man’s arms, pulling him down so you can wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. You gasp when his scruffy facial hair scratches against your neck as his licks and sucks at the skin there.

It’s even more of a blur to you how long you spend with him, suspended in pleasure. Praise is littered between his moans and sighs. They mingle with your whines and pleads for this Alpha, your Alpha your brain tells you, to mate you like the sweet rhapsody. 

You can feel his knot inflating at the base, the way it tugs at the edges of your hole like it’s the one asking for your permission. “Amorcito, can I…?” Alejandro’s question trails off as he looks down at you like a hungry wolf. When you nod quickly, he gives you this smile that you’ll never forget.

The stretch of his knot is borderline overwhelming as your head fuzzes over with pleasure. It was like watching tv static with the words “please” “more” and “breed” flashing over the pixels. You were fairly certain those were the words coming out of your mouth as well, but that was up for debate.

The coil in your stomach was wound so tightly you thought you might scream. “Alpha,” you whined, nails scratching at his back a bit. “Please, please, breed me, please!” You moan, uncaring of the other prisoners who might hear you. 

It takes all the willpower he has not to bite into your skin and mate you right there. You hear some sort of curse word before you feel him fill you. Your body reacts, instantly hitting it’s own orgasm as you bury your face into his shoulder. 

The two of you being locked together leaves some room to breathe and think clearly for a split second. “Are you alright?” You hear him ask. It takes your fuzzy head a second before you nod, nuzzling against the scent gland on his neck.

“We’ll make that choice once we’re out of here. And trust me, we’ll get out of here.”

[whiskeynwriting]

MBFD - Chapter Ten: Even When Apart

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of separation/divorce, reader descriptions, dirty talk, sexting, male masturbation, spanking, praise kink, mentions of oral (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex.

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A/N: soooo we planned out this chapter a hot minute ago, and expected it to be way longer. But I hope you enjoy it anyway my babies <3 I feel like having 14k chapters and then 6k chapters is a running theme in this series lmao

Also, sorry for the late post lovelies. But if you know me, you should know it’s a regular thing 😂😭

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“John,” He nods, walking down the hall. Just barely, the coffee in his to-go cup swishes inside, the contents still boiling. 

His coworker returns the friendly gesture with a smile on his face, asking briefly, “Dave, how’re the kids?” 

All he does is shrug, putting on a brave face. “Can’t complain.” But that’s the end of it. 

As he expected, life’s been shit since you left again. But he understands, he can’t exactly live at your apartment forever. At least, not yet. He has considered it, though. Over the past few days, he’s been researching homes, mainly condos and townhouses. It’s not likely that he’ll be sharing a home with Carol and his daughters for much longer, and maybe you’d be willing to move with him. But Dave’s waiting to bring all of this up. He thinks it will be best to do so toward the end of your trip. Which is in about… shit, three days. He can’t fucking wait. 

David is well aware that he’s living in a fantasy land. The two of you living together? Officially? It blows his mind to even think about it. At that point, Molly would have to know. There’d be no hiding it. But for now, he’s ignoring all of that. He’s choosing to bask in the peace you bring him. 

Settling in at his desk, he releases a heavy breath. Honestly, he doesn’t need to be here this early - he hasn’t needed to stay so late, either. But it gives him time away from the anxiety surrounding his family, and in turn, helps him relax. He’s good at his job and truthfully, figuring out how to quietly and expertly remove people from their own lives is easier than dealing with his current familial stress. It does, however, have one downside. It takes time away from you. 

“Oooh, who misses you?”

Immediately, you’re snatching your phone out of Angela’s hand, staring down at the screen to see the text Dave sent. Eyes widening, you feel a sense of heat run through your cheeks, and Molly notices, too. 

“It’s probably just Anthony.” Rolling her eyes, she moves into her next stretch, preparing for today’s warm-ups. 

“No, it’s not. I told you I’m done talking to him.” Trying to dull your annoyance, you turn back to your screen, smirking ever so slightly. He misses me? 

Frowning, Molly leans upright once again. “Well then who the hell is it?”

The quiet that follows seems to infuriate your closest friend, because she’s immediately trotting over to snatch your phone from your hand.

“Molly!”

“Miss you, princess.” She reads out loud, raising a brow. “How come I don’t know about this?” It’s easy to see now that Molly isn’t angry, she’s sad. She assumed you’d tell her about your next relationship. And all at once, the guilt you’d been pushing down for weeks bubbles into your throat again. 

“I, well, I just… I’m…” 

“That’s funny,” She cuts in, staring at the screen. “My dad’s name is Dave.” 

At first, you feel like an idiot. You really couldn't have changed his name? But as soon as Molly starts giggling, you release all your anxieties in one breath. 

“That’s so weird, is he my dad’s age, too?” She jokes, tossing your phone back to you while returning to her position. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip, you close your phone, shoving it into your backpack. “Maybe.”

“Wait, really?” Spinning on her heels, she darts back over, sitting on the floor in front of you. And a few other girls scooch in, too.

“Of course you’d be the one to go for older men.” Nora chimes in, causing you to turn your head.

“What? Why?” 

“Maybe it is Molly’s dad.” And now, everyone is turning to Lexi. “What? It could be!”

“Yeah, right.” Molly snorts, rolling her eyes. “Like that would ever happen.”

“It’s not her dad!” God damn, this is frustrating. 

“Whatever,” Molly groans, patting her hand on your knee. “Just tell us about him!”

Side-eyeing her, you grin, quickly glancing down at your hands. You almost can’t keep it in, your relationship with him. Not when everyone is so eager to know. Hell, you can do this, you can still keep this a secret. 

“Well… he is older. And, I don’t know… we’re still kind of… new.”

“Have you said I love you?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Awe! Wait, who said it first?” The girls seem ecstatic, but you can tell Molly is still pretty hurt. 

“Um… he did.” Your heart beats a little harder, thinking back to that night. 

“So it’s definitely not new.” Lexi adds with a few of your girls agreeing. 

“So, his name is Dave?” Molly inquires further, trying to ask the important questions. If you’re telling this guy that you love him, she should know more about him. “How did you guys meet?”

“Oh my gosh, what does he look like?!” Angela unexpectedly butts in. 

“We have a… a mutual… friend.” It’s all you could come up with. “And he’s tall, way taller than me. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes…” Trailing off, you find yourself caught up in the thought of him. “He’s pretty strong…”

“You said he’s older, right?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you shake yourself out of your thoughts. You just had an overnight trip with him not too long ago, you should be able to focus on your personal life. 

“Does he have a dad bod?” She’s grinning wildly, and now, every head is turned toward you. “Is he big?”

“Angela!” You scoff, still smiling. “Yeah, he has a dad bod…” Replying with a laugh, you turn away. 

“And?”

Raising a brow, you turn to face your teammates. “You think I’d be with him if he wasn’t big?” 

Everyone is giggling like little school girls, but Molly still can’t shake the feeling of being lied to. Why haven’t you told her about this? Are you not as close as she thought? 

“Go stretch!” You demand with a grin, shaking them off. “We have warm-ups in ten.” 

On the other side of town, Dave smiles down at his phone. Once you’d gotten a moment to yourself, you responded to him. I miss you too. 

He hasn’t seen your pretty face in days, not in person, at least. But he’s been thanking the lord for SnapIt. Wait, no… Snapchat? Whatever it is, it’s been his only way of actually seeing you. At home and in the office, he can forget about personal calls and video chats. But cute selfies and quick videos easily make up for all of that. 

“Jesus,” Giving his head a quick shake, he sighs, staring down at the video you just sent. 

You’re in the bathroom, the camera fixed on your reflection in the mirror. That smile lights up his entire life, and prompts his own to form, too. And while the short clip might seem sweet, it’s less than innocent. What you’re wearing immediately sets him off. 

“Remember this, daddy?” Comes your cute, girly little voice. 

With one hand on your phone, the other finds the edge of your skirt, twirling it slightly. Of course he remembers it, how could he not? The last time he saw you in your cheer outfit was when he came on it. 

His response is pretty simple, a picture of his work pants. Well, a specific spot on his work pants. With his hand holding his semi-hard crotch, he captions it with, think I’d ever forget? 

“Hey,”

“Shit!” Nearly jumping out of your skin, you turn, seeing Molly. “Oh, h-hey, hey Goof.”

She smiles sheepishly, “Texting Dave?”

For a split second, your eyes widen. But then you remember, she now knows your boyfriend’s name. How… strange. 

“Um, yeah.” It comes out as an awkward chuckle, quick to close your phone and put it away. 

“I… I was wondering.” Staring at the floor, she swallows, unsure of how to start this conversation. “Why haven’t you told me?”

“About Dave?”

“Yeah.” She nods, finally returning her gaze to you. “Did I, I mean… have I done something wrong?”

“What? No! No, not at all, Molly!”

“It’s just… I don’t know. You’re already saying I love you to each other, and… I just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me about it.” 

Jesus Christ, what the hell are you going to tell her? Is this when it happens? When everything just comes out? When your insides spill out of your mouth like word vomit? Every single secret you’ve been hiding, now rushing to the surface?

“Honestly,” Laughing away your anxieties, you shrug. “I thought you’d think it was… too fast. After Anthony.” Okay, that was good. That was smooth. 

“Really?” Raising a brow, she shifts her stance. “I hate that guy. You being with literally anyone else is better than you being with him.”

You chuckle, eyes wandering. Not anyone else.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide things from me.” Shrugging, she steps closer to you. “That’s all.”

Offering your best smile, you wrap her in a big hug. “Thanks, Goof.” 

And you want to stay true to your friendship, you don’t want to lie to her. There are days where you’ve thought about the outcome of your secret relationship, and it’s really torn you to pieces. In the end, you figure it’s best if she doesn’t know. Maybe it’s best if she never knows. 

A few buzzes from your phone end your brief moment, with Molly now back away. Pulling out your phone, you glance down, watching the screen light up with Dave’s name. 

“Well… I guess I’ll let you get back to it.” She chuckles, acknowledging the notifications. 

It’s weird, her finally knowing about this. And although she doesn’t know everything about this, her knowing some of it sort of… normalizes it. But you’re not exactly sure that’s a good thing. 

Before you can get a response out, she’s walking away. “Tell Dave I say hi.” She grins, shutting the door behind her. Now that comment, makes your insides twist tight. 

Doing as he says, you open the app, seeing another notification from him. And inside, you’re already full of butterflies, thinking about what he’s sent. 

This time, it’s a video. It starts out in the same position as the photo he sent, directed at his covered lap. But now, his hand is moving, slowly undoing his belt before pulling it open. Thick fingers then move to his zipper, pulling it down to reveal the pretty periwinkle underneath. But then it abruptly ends. Frowning, you close the app to message him, wondering if he’d intended to send more. But just before you can, another video loads. 

Groaning, David sighs, pulling himself out of his light purple boxers. He’s red, already dripping down the sag of his foreskin. Pulling it back, you can hear him gasp, a quiet noise as he holds himself in hand. 

“I miss you, baby.” His voice is low, but sweet. Gliding his thumb over the tip, he sighs again. “Miss the way you feel around me…” 

You’ve already spent at least ten minutes in here, so you’ll need to do this quick. And be creative. It’s not like you can just get naked in the middle of the bathroom, and you definitely don’t have the time for that. But Dave isn’t exactly a hard man to please. 

“Fuck me.” 

He thought the two of you were just having fun together, sending these messages back and forth. Sure he’d touched himself in a video for you, but he had no real intention of actually getting himself off. That is, until you sent an upskirt picture of yourself to him.

Your cheer uniform is clearly visible, and with your panties tugged to the side, he can see you perfectly. The smooth pinkness of your skin, just barely glistening for him. Jesus, he misses that, misses how it feels and tastes and smells. Fuck, he’ll have to convince you to give him your panties again, especially if you’re not sure when you’ll next see him.

Making sure to screenshot the image, he pulls it up in his photos, no longer having the Snapchat timer on it. Spitting into his palm, he stares at the screen, at the beautiful picture of your sweet, tiny pussy. It’s his, it’s all his, the entirety of your body. Your gorgeous tits and smooth thighs, the plumpness of your ass. All he wants to do is touch you, feel and grab on your most sensitive places. He loves your hips, loves digging his fingers into the thin skin, especially when he’s fucking you. Jesus Christ, it’s all he can think of, bending you over and taking you from behind, fucking you in his car, in the basement lounge of his home, anywhere secluded enough for him to have you.

Tugging on himself, he releases a rough sigh. Even though he has an entire office to himself, he still wants to keep quiet. He has absolutely no idea who could be walking the halls. Truthfully, though, it’s hard to do so when he has a woman half his age sending pictures from between her thighs. 

His head tilts back, resting on the upper portion of his chair as he spreads his legs further. Thrusting up into his palm, he gasps, continuously brushing the flat of his thumb over his leaking head. He just loves how you play with it, how you tug his foreskin back to suck and lick on it. The next time he sees you, he’ll demand it, shove you down onto your knees until you’re gagging on him. It’s what he’s wanted for days, it’s what he needs. 

Spit isn’t enough to be an adequate lubricant, nowhere near as slick as your cunt. It’s amazing to him, just how slippery you get, just how desperately you want for him. And he knows if you were here, you’d be doing this for him. 

Slamming the phone down on his desk, he finds his breaths becoming ragged, using his now free hand to cup his scrotum. He fondles the softness of it, imagining it to be you while he jerks off into his hand. Internally, he’s thinking about your mouth, about the way you swallow him. Even when he cums, you’re sucking it down, urging it to the back of your throat and Christ, just the thought of it is enough for him. 

It’s incredible how sensitive he gets, especially when he cums. He has to bite into his lower lip to keep himself at bay, to keep those whimpers from slipping out. Thrusting up into his own hand, he groans, eyes pitching shut with his brows furrowing just above. His mouth hands agape, unable to think about anything other than your pretty face. He can feel it oozing down the side of his hand, seeping into the cracks between each fingers, leaking over his knuckles. He never used to cum so much before you. 

“F-Fuck,” He grunts out, eyes shooting open to look down. 

Slowing his pace, he takes a breath, staring at his mess. Some of the warm, white goo is on his boxers, even his work pants, too. But he’s not frustrated about that. He’s annoyed about something else entirely. 

“Should’ve filmed that.” 

It’d be for the best that you accept her offer, you want to reassure her that your friendship is as strong as ever. But you just can’t bring yourself to. Dave’s presence is nowhere in that house, but Carol sure as hell is. She’s always complaining, whether it’s about Dave, or her work, or her friends, it’s always something. It’s never-ending. And you just don’t feel like dealing with that right now.

“I think I’m okay today, but thanks for askin’.” Is your final response, alongside a grateful smile. 

“You sure?” Molly inquires, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “You don’t want to hangout today?”

“Not today, babe. But we will sometime this week, I promise.” 

Honestly, you’d like to get home and eat. It’s been a long day, with an early practice and then another after your classes. You’ve barely had time for a latte and some crackers, and you’re starting to feel woozy from it. 

“I need to get home and eat. Talk to you later!” And with that, you’re hopping in your Jeep. 

Some days, it’s easy to get caught up in the world around you. With school and work and cheer and pom, Dave occasionally falls to the wayside. Even though you’ve been missing some classes and practices lately… But while these days come and go, he always wiggles back in somehow. Today had been busy, you weren’t able to respond to him after your flirty morning messages. But now that you’re driving home, finally on your way to relaxation, your head is full of him again. 

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey!” You’re giddy all over again, just hearing his voice. You’d decided to call instead of text, you missed his voice. “How are you?”

“Tired,” He groans, staring down at the paperwork he’d been tasked with. “How are you?”

“Tired, too. But I'm finally on my way home, think I’ll take a day off tomorrow. This week has been draining me.” 

“Just remember, we’ll get a break soon.” Smirking, he traces an imaginary shape onto his desk, sighing. 

“What do you mean?”

“Our trip, we’re leaving on Thursday.”

“Holy shit, I completely forgot! Fuck, I need a break.”

“You’ll get one soon, princess.”

The way he says it makes you sigh, releasing the stress of your day. His voice is smooth and reassuring, deep and just a little bit gravely. 

“I miss you.” 

“I know, honey. But I’ll see you soon.” 

“Tonight?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m pretty busy, I’ll probably be home late.” 

Immediately, you have the thought of visiting him. You’ve never gone up to his work, you haven’t really had a reason to. But maybe you could surprise him today. 

“Okay, babe. Just get some rest, okay?”

“Sure, baby.” He chuckles, checking the time on his wrist. “We can talk more later, okay?”

“Okay,” Pouting, you pull into your parking lot, wishing the call didn’t have to end. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” He says it with intention, like he’s apologizing for your time apart. 

“I love you, too.” And while your response isn’t said as sweetly, he accepts it, promising to text you soon. 

As soon as the call ends, you’re scurrying inside to see what food you have. Instead of just visiting him, you figure you’ll bring him some dinner. He did say he was busy, maybe he hasn’t had the chance to eat yet. 

Thinking back to the first time he stayed in your apartment, you remember one of his favorite meals. Easily enough, you find noodles and alfredo sauce in the cupboard, and some frozen chicken in the freezer. 

“Who?”

“Dave York… does he, does he not work here?” It’s the third time you’ve had to ask for him, and everyone’s been acting super strange. 

“No, he does, he does. I just… are you one of his daughters?” And now, you freeze up. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“I’m… a friend. Can you just tell me where to find him, please?” Did it have to be that big of a deal?

Though, you suppose it should be a big deal. This isn’t just any office, it’s the office for the Central Intelligence Agency. Maybe you should’ve thought this through. 

“Sure… just let me give him a call. What was your name?”

Sighing, you hand your ID to the man at the front desk, watching him eye it while picking up the phone. He dials a quick number, Dave’s voice heard on the other end almost immediately. 

“Yeah, I’ve got a younger woman here that’s asking for you.”

At this, he sounds flustered, though you can’t quite make out what he’s saying. But then this man is repeating your name, and he goes silent. Shit, is he upset that you’re here? Maybe this was a bad idea. Shit, shit. 

“Ma’am?”

“Hm? Yes?” Startled out of your worried haze, the man says, “You can go in. He’s right down that hall, and to your right. Office number twenty-nine.” 

Raising your brows, you feel a surge of adrenaline burst inside. “Oh… okay, thank you.”

You’re very suddenly intimidated by your surroundings. Everything looks so… professional, monochrome colors and sleek lines, engraved name cards and security surveillance at every turn. Regardless, you make your way down, albeit with timid steps. And when you’re at his door, you take in a deep breath. Gulping, you lift your hand, knuckles knocking shyly against the door. 

“Come in.” His voice is deep, loud, demanding that you enter. 

Slowly, you twist the knob, urging the hunk of wood forward. Peaking your head inside, you’re met with an abundance of dark wood and grays. Wooden side tables and shelves, and further in, a dark wooden desk, too. 

“H-Hey, hi.” Grinning sheepishly, you fully make your way in, closing the door behind you. 

“Hey…” Standing from his desk, you’re not quite sure how to read his expression. Both hands fall to his shirt, fiddling with his buttons. “What…” Walking toward you, he exhales a nervous breath. “What’re you doing here?” 

“I, well…” Lifting the tupperware in your hand, you glance down, explaining, “I wanted to bring you dinner.” 

As soon as he sees it, his eyes are wide, lips parting slightly. “You… brought me dinner?”

“Mhm, I made it. It’s chicken alfredo, I… I thought you’d like it.”

“Baby,” And the way he says it prompts your eyes to return to him. “Thank you.” 

He takes the container so gingerly that you’d assume it was glass if you didn’t already know better. Spinning on his heels, he sets it on his desk, just as quickly turning back to you.

“Oh!”

“Thank you, baby.” Reaching out, he pulls you tightly into his arms, heart beating out of his chest. You can feel it against your own, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck.

“Of course,” You’re flush from his reaction, beyond happy to see him this way. “I’m so glad you’re happy to see me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks, loosening his grip to kiss your forehead. And then he’s turning, walking back to his desk.

“I don’t know, I’ve just never been here before and I got… nervous.” 

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He’s chuckling, opening up the container and grabbing the silverware you brought with it. 

Slinking into one of the chairs before his desk, you grin, watching him dig in. And in this brief lull, you take a look around his office, having wondered what it’d be like in here. All the lights are warm-toned, his shelves full of novels and his desk incredibly clean. Usually though, it’s quite messy. He’s lucky his secretary called first, it gave him time to hide a few things before you came in. 

“Did you eat?”

“Yeah, I ate at home. Don’t worry about me.” 

All he can do is stop and stare at you, smiling sweetly. No one’s ever been so thoughtful toward him before. In all their years of marriage, Carol never thought to do this. And if she did, she never followed through on it. 

“You’re so sweet, honey.” 

“Yeah well I try.” You respond, rolling your eyes with a grin. 

With an ounce of confidence, you stand, making your way behind his desk. Wrapping your arms around him from behind his chair, you lean down, kissing his cheek. 

“I was a little bit nervous, if I’m being honest.”

“Why?”

“Well, everyone knows I’m married, baby.” He laughs, thinking that was obvious. “And now I have some young girl bringing me food.” 

Shrugging, you grin. “Maybe they’ll be impressed.” 

Setting down his fork, he grins, turning a bit. “C’mere.” Grabbing hold of your hips, he pulls you into his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “I’m impressed.”

“With what?” You giggle, feeling his lips dragging over your neck. 

“How caring you are, baby.” Kissing your neck, he grins, hands unwilling to move from your hips. “I’m lucky to have you.” 

Tilting your head back onto his shoulder, you sigh. “I’ve missed this.”

“I know…” Dave groans, “I can’t wait to take you on this trip, do whatever I want with you for days.” 

“You could do whatever you want with me right now.” You return, eyeing him from the side. 

As if the sound was meant to directly ruin your moment, his work phone rings. And then, a notification pops up on his laptop. A work meeting.

“Yeah, not while talking to my bosses.” 

Frowning, you release a pouty huff. “Could I maybe… stay? I’ll be quiet, I promise!”

At first, he’s inclined to say no. He isn’t sure what this meeting is about, but… he could always take it on his AirPods, too. 

“Sure, baby. Just keep quiet, okay?”

Your face lights up at his words, nodding enthusiastically. Darting to the side, you grab a chair, pulling it up beside him. It takes all but two seconds for him to connect the call, popping in one of the small, white earbuds. 

It’s cute, really, how sweetly you cuddle up to him. But can you help it? Going days without him feels like a fucking crime. And since he’s not on camera, you really can snuggle him, looping an arm around his and nuzzling into his shoulder. 

Smiling, he enters the chat, happy to hear it’s about the upcoming trip. “Yeah, the tickets are set. Resnik checked into the hotel already, I’ll be meeting him early Friday. Yep, leaving Thursday night.” 

He’s going through the facts, just running over the plan, but even though the conversation is mundane, you couldn’t be more entertained. The smooth melody of his voice lulls you into relaxation, that baritone sound rumbling in his throat. 

Something about laying on the sturdiness of him, listening to him converse nonchalantly with his coworkers, it’s healing your inner child. Even though he’s at work, clearly busy, he still wants you here. He still does his best to make sure you know you’re loved. 

“Come here.”

“Sh!” You giggle, moving with him. “We have to be quiet!”

“I know that.” Dave grunts in response, pulling you into his body again. 

It all happened so quickly, him waking you up before leaving the office. You’re shocked that you fell asleep in the first place. Thinking back, you weren’t even that tired. Maybe he just made you that comfortable. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun with you.” He finishes, biting into your neck. 

After he woke you up, he suggested that you come back to his home. Truthfully, it’s become far too easy for this to take place, for you to fuck Molly’s dad just down the hall from her bedroom. Coming home past midnight, he’s certain that his family will be asleep. And as long as you’re out before six the next morning, you’re in the clear. And anyways, he’d missed having you in his bed, beneath his body and hands. There was a point where you’d told him that you wanted a home, a home to share with him. And after that, he kind of lost it. 

At first, it was innocent, the two of you snuggling in your undies together. He locked the door after you were both inside, releasing a contended breath once he finally got to hold you. Dave wrapped the covers around the two of you, settling into his bed. But then you were shifting, trying to get ‘comfortable’, all while grinding back against him. 

“You know what I can’t stop thinking about? Your gorgeous fucking mouth,” Reaching up, he covers it with his palm, hissing into your ear, “And all the sexy sounds it makes.”

He’s holding you from behind, having shoved your panties to the side. Slipping himself out of his boxers, he slides along the slickness of your sex, grunting hot breaths directly into your ear. 

“Jesus, baby, you don’t understand. You can’t do that to me, you can’t grind that perfect ass against me. I just, fuck, I cum so fucking easy with you.”

And while he’s talking, only riling himself up, you’re still doing it, shoving yourself back against him. Both of your hands are clinging to his forearm, lungs doing their best to release quiet breaths. 

“Every time you leave, I think about you, baby. I think about you every goddamn second of the day. Think about your beautiful lips, tapping the head of my dick against them.” And that’s when you release your first, true moan, eyes fluttering just above his hand. “You want it, princess? You want me?”

It’s a smile whine, one accompanied with a nod, that you give in response. And with one small slip, barely adjusting the angle of his hips, he’s sliding in. It feels like it’s been forever since you felt him, the thickness of him splitting you open from behind. 

“Talk to me,” He finally gives in, taking his hand away. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Baby,” You nearly squeal, feeling his hips thrust into you. All at once, he’s forcing you to take him, every inch. And it burns but it feels just right. “Fuck, I need this.”

“C’mon,” Dave grunts, teeth dragging along your neck. Sliding one hand down, he smacks your outer thigh, demanding, “Grind yourself against me.” And like always, you give in. 

“More, daddy.” Already, your breaths have turned heavy, feeling his hips rotate against your ass. The sting of his slap still radiates along your skin, his fingers now pressing into the plump muscles he can’t seem to get enough of. 

“I can’t wait to give you more, I’ll give you everything.” He promises, huffing out a deep moan. “When we’re on our trip, I’ll taste you everyday, every goddamn day.”

“David,” He’s pumping himself into you, meeting the smooth rotation of your hips. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your mouth on my cock again. Shove it down your throat and make you look up at me while you swallow.” He can’t even begin to tell you about the fantasies he’s dreamt up about this trip. “I can’t wait to take you with me.” 

“I…” Sighing, you smile. “I can’t wait, daddy.”

“Daddy’ll give you whatever you want, okay, baby? Whatever you need, it’s yours, it’s yours, princess. Fuck.” Sliding his hand down, he fondles your chest, gripping you in hand. “Maybe I can show you off, take you to some beaches and clubs.”

“R-Really?”

“Fuck yes, you think I’d pass up that opportunity?” You hate to say it, but feeling like a prize to him is making you drip. “Let everyone see the sexy little thing that’s with me… Fuck, you can be so dirty, can’t you, baby? Sending me pictures of your pussy, huh? Letting me see up your cheer skirt?”

“I, I want that. Want you to do that.”

“I already have.”

“No, baby…”

“What?” Pressing his nose into your cheek, he groans. “What do you need?”

“Want you to do that at our next game.” And you almost can’t help the wicked smile that forms on your face. 

“Yeah? At halftime? Just like how we first met?”

“Yes, baby.” The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is almost too much when coupled with his words. And before you even realize it, your hips are stuttering in their motion.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Another harsh spank, one loud enough for you to worry. 

“Daddy,” 

“You like that?”

“You know I do.”

You can feel his stubble scratching along your jawline and cheek, his lips insistent in their kisses. But then he’s lowering himself, finding and then sucking on your neck.

“Do you like it, daddy? You like being inside me?”

“Fuck,” It’s a growl, one vibrating over your throat. 

At this point, he’s slapping his hips against you, diving deeper every time. 

“I loved sitting in your lap, daddy. Maybe I can do that more often at your office.”

“Maybe you can do a little more than that.”

You’re pulsing around him, trying to quiet your shrill gasps. Molly and Alice are just down the hall, and so is Carol. And to think you’re fucking their dad makes you hot all over again. It’s become so exciting. Hell, who are you kidding? It’s always been exciting. 

“I love you, sweetheart. You were meant for this, you were made for me. Even when apart, I still want you. I still need you.”

“I need you, David.” Clinging to his forearm, you release a soft moan, feeling his tip punch against your most sensitive spot. “I love you.”

“B-Baby,” He suddenly stutters, holding you tighter in his grasp. And you almost can’t breathe from it, can’t think of anything else but him. 

“I know, daddy. Will you cum inside me?” 

“Jesus,” Eyes rolling back, he grunts. “You’re perfect for me.”

The sloppy sound of your meeting sexes makes your face burn, and if it weren’t for the loud fan in David’s room, you’d be worried. It makes you grateful for the times you get at your apartment, where you can be as loud and sloppy as you want. And you’re sure this vacation won’t be any different. 

“I’m gonna take you with me,” He promises breathlessly, eyes pinching shut. His tongue is laving over your neck, lips kissing your jawline and cheek, moaning sweetly, desperately into your ear. “I can’t wait to take you with me.” In less than three sharp thrusts, he’s spilling into you, feeling the hot liquid rush out of his tip. It shoots into your center, the gooiness of it coating your insides white. His muscles turn to jelly, his once steady breaths now faltering, especially when you shove your hips back against him. 

“I love you,” He proclaims through his high, his voice and chest straining as he speaks to you. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re mine.” 

“I know,” You promise in return, nuzzling back into his barely-covered body. “I know, baby. And you’re mine.” Reaching around, your fingers find that soft, light brown hair, finding gentle purchase with it. 

“You’ll always be with me, I promise.” Kissing the shell of your ear, David sighs, basking in the sensation of your fingers in his hair. “Princess, I’ll take you everywhere.” 

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Roses for You (15)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Fifteen Roses - Mephistopheles

Word Count: +1,100

I'm so sorry / Forgive me

You received an unexpected text from Mephisto last night extending an invitation to his home this afternoon. It was rare for him to ask you over – not that you were complaining. The last time he was kind enough to request your presence, you had a wonderful time. You also drank one of the best bottles of Demonus you had ever tried. It was an exciting offer, and you could barely contain your joy as you got ready to leave.

Solomon caught you before you headed out the door. “You’re looking cute. Did we have a date planned that I’m forgetting about?”

“No, sorry Solomon. I’m visiting Mephisto today. He asked me to come over.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. I’m not going to ruin an invite from Mephisto by asking questions.”

“Do you know when you’ll be back?”

“Afraid not.” You pat Solomon’s cheek playfully. “You’ll be okay until I get back, right? There are leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry. If you try to cook while I’m gone, I won’t come home for two days, got it?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll keep myself entertained outside of the kitchen – all by myself. Maybe I’ll finish up that bottle of bourbon we got the last time we were in the human world.”

“Drink responsibly, please.” You shook your head and double checked that you had your D.D.D., wallet, and house keys.

“Well,” Solomon sighed, “if you’re going to leave me all alone for Mephisto, at least put in a good word for me about forging a pact. He keeps giving me the slip.”

You intentionally ignored him and headed out, offering him a sing-song goodbye as you locked the door behind you.

When you arrived at Mephisto’s home, he was quick to answer the door – almost as if he had been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Mephisto stared at you for a second, appraising you, before he stepped aside and motioned for you to enter.

“Nice of you to make it. Although, I’m surprised you didn’t already have plans.” Mephisto led you through a long, extravagant hallway – one which you knew led to his private sitting room.

“I don’t fill my schedule up with dates, you know? That would be exhausting. Still, even if I had plans, I might have been willing to cancel for you, Mephisto,” you admitted.

Mephisto was grateful that his pace had set him a few steps ahead of you. He would be mortified if you caught the flash of a smile and the blush that painted his cheeks. You had an awful habit of flustering him, and although he had grown more receptive to your flirting, it hurt his pride to be so charmed by you.

Gathering himself and trying to cool his burning face, Mephisto forced out an arrogant huff. “Of course, you would. The invitation itself is an honor.”

“Do you send all of your honorable invites over a text?” You teased, affectionately mocking his attempt to maintain decorum. What was so wrong with wanting to casually spend time with you?  

Mephisto remained silent until he reached the double doors that separated the hall from the sitting room. He cleared his throat and added, “I should mention, I prepared a small gift for you.”

With that, Mephisto opened the doors and ushered you inside. The only noticeable potential present was a vase of roses on the coffee table. You pointed to them wordlessly, and Mephisto responded with a quick nod, causing you to break into a grin. It should have been obvious that Mephisto’s pride and competitive nature would encourage him to join in once he heard what everyone was up to, but he was the last person you expected roses from. His tsundere performance had always been the best.

You got closer, examining the vibrant yellow roses with their deep red tips. The color was mesmerizing – reminiscent of fire, like the one burning in Mephisto’s fireplace, but it lacked the distinctive, overwhelming orange hues. Instinctively, your hand reached out to gently trace the ostentatious display, each soft cluster of petals held firm against your caress. Yellow roses with red tips were the most easily recognizable bi-color combination. He was falling in love with you. Your smile widened.

As you continued to admire the roses, you counted fifteen of them, causing the smile to drop. Fifteen was not a number of roses you wanted to receive – least of all when you weren’t expecting them. You turned to look at Mephisto. The combination of meanings left you confused, and you had all but forgotten the color when you asked him, “Why are you apologizing to me?”

Mephisto brought his knuckles firm against his lips, wondering if he could force himself to say it. He dropped his hand and crossed his arms indignantly. Heat rose in his cheeks. “I’m sorry I was cruel to you before – when we first met and for a while after. You didn’t deserve that. It’s just – you were always hanging out with the brothers. With Lucifer. I was still so hurt and lonely back then – it’s not an excuse, but I thought you were going to make everything worse. But then, you didn’t. I don’t feel so lonely or pushed aside anymore. So, I wanted to apologize for everything I put you through.”

“Oh.” Your eyes softened, and your shoulders slumped. It was written all over Mephisto’s face: none of that had been easy to own up to. You had always understood why he seemed to have thorns, and you never expected an apology for it. His treatment of you had changed so much that you assumed it was all bygone. The fact that Mephisto had been holding onto his guilt for so long carved a deep crack into your heart. To keep it from coming apart that very moment, you walked over to Mephisto and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him so tightly that he let out a small noise – although perhaps it was also from surprise.

Mephisto made no move to hug you back. It was as if he had frozen. The room was still and quiet, save from the low crackling of his fireplace. Maybe the heat from the fire slowly reached him, thawing him out. Maybe your body heat helped, too. With trembling hands, Mephisto raised his arms and wrapped them around your back, pulling you closer until he felt that no one but the future king himself might have the power to pry your bodies apart.

A slow, shaky breath escaped Mephisto. He whispered against your skin, “And I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was falling in love with you sooner.”

You knew he loved you. As everyone else had seemed to do, you pushed him away ever so slightly. That short distance was only maintained long enough for you to stare at the embarrassed, wanting look on Mephisto’s face. You pulled him back to you, crashing your lips against his with a desire you hoped would soothe his need. However, when you parted, panting and flushed, that need had only grown.

Mephisto pressed his forehead to yours and extended another invitation: “Stay the night.”

Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14)

A/N: And that's a wrap on this mini series. Ending on little taste of resolved angst. I hope you all had fun along the way. If you feel like it, let me know which one(s) were your favorite. Can y'all believe I wrote +13k words this month already? I'm working on the October poll fic now - fingers crossed. Anyway, anticipate that. Requests also open on Halloween (check the request guidelines - found through the pinned masterlist - for more information). Have a good, spooky Halloween~

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Whatever the Fuck Benrey Is: Chapter Three: Feel Bad For Him

Chapter One: Never Stayed Dead

Previous Chapter: But You Owe Me

~

‘Sulky’ was the only way that could describe Benrey’s attitude. Short noncommittal answers were his only replies when Gordon asked him about this or that clothing item. And he didn’t say anything unprompted as he followed. He was utterly unhelpful in every way but he wasn’t being an active nuisance or wondering off again so it was preferable.

Gordon put up with it for as long as he could bear before giving up and just picking stuff out for Benrey without even bothering to ask. Probably because he was used to see Benrey in blue, he ended up picking out mostly blue and other cool coloured clothing. It would make the inhuman yellow he’d chosen for to put in his eyes pop but most people would likely assume he was wearing contacts. Anyone wearing such contacts would want them to stand out, thus making them less suspicious.

Blessedly after paying for everything, they were allowed into the changing rooms so they could spend the rest of their shopping trip in real clothing. Immediately Gordon felt better; he was clean, safe, and wearing proper clothing again at long last. And their group no longer stood out even a little, making the fear of anyone noticing them and asking too many questions much less potent.

As they set to grocery shopping, Benrey continued to sulk as he followed along at the back of the group. Apparently he was really upset about no one being willing to buy him a new PS3. As long as he was expressing that in sullenness and not trying to kill them though, Gordon didn’t care. Let the bastard be unhappy for once, he deserved it after all the misery he’d put Gordon through.

Without easy access to a fridge and the only means to cook anything being the microwave in the hotel’s cafeteria area, the kinds of food they could get were limited. But anything was better than living off of vending machine snacks and dead pigeon that was always undercooked in some places and burnt in others. Somehow though despite how much soda they’d drank during that same trip through hell, Gordon just barely managed to convince to not add it to the list here. They could spend their money how they wanted of course but packs of soda were always bulky and they had enough to carry already.

Luckily the walk back to the hotel wasn’t long even if it was uncomfortable carrying so many bags at the height of the day’s heat. Not so luckily though, upon inquiring at the front desk, there were no new rooms available. Gordon had to continue sharing with Benrey. Tempting as it was to complain to the receptionist or the rest of the Science Team again, he didn’t bother.

As soon as they were back in their room, Benrey dropped the bags Gordon had given him to carry and wondered over to flop face first down onto the bed. Ignoring him being the easiest thing to do, Gordon set to putting stuff away. Including Benrey’s clothing, not a job he should have to do but he wasn’t in the mood to start something. Their share of the groceries, he put some in the night stand, the rest he left put in a box next to it.

Once everything was put away, he sat in the chair and pulled the phone out of its cradle, resting it on his lap while he dialed. By some miracle he remembered his supervisor’s phone number after only a little bit of thought. As usual, because the asshole never picked up his phone, it inevitably went voice mail.

“Hey, if you’re not dead,” though there was a good chance he was, “it’s Gordon Freeman. As you probably know, stuff kinda exploded and went to hell during my last shift. So I’m calling because I don’t know if I technically still have a job at Black Mesa or not. So I’d like news on that as well as compensation since it was a workplace accident and all that. Also uh… I got a thing that I need help handling. I can’t talk about it over the phone because it’s sensitive company stuff,” and because Benrey, the exact thing he was talking about, was right there, “but it’s important. So get in touch soon.” He gave the hotel name and his room number before hanging up with a sigh.

Probably the guy was dead so he’d have to go further up the chain of command if he wanted any hope of getting confirmation on his job status, compensation for his suffering while on the job, and/or answers on what he was supposed to do with Benrey. Perhaps all the way up to Administrator Breen,himself. Normally he would’ve balked at such a thought but after everything he’d been through he’d run out of fucks to give.

Though the situation with the US military did make it a bit more complicated. They could threaten to turn him in if he tried to demand anything from the company. But then he could in turn threaten to spill the news of the incident to the public if they tried. Or heck, he’d taken part in plenty of top secret experiments even before this latest fiasco that he could threaten to reveal too. He didn’t currently have any proof of any of it – it had all been in his office or living space at the Black Mesa facility – but he could bluff and say he did. Perhaps he could even head down there to get that proof.

The thought of returning so soon sent a chill down his spine. But… it might be a smart idea. Everything should’ve calmed down by now both in terms of the aliens as well as the military. They could check to see if any of the possessions were salvageable and well, there might be survivors they could help. And if Gordon really did have to black mail the company to get them to compensate him and the rest of the team, having the means to actually do so before he even needed to threaten it would be helpful.

If they were going to go down there, the sooner, the better. … He didn’t want to though, not today. It was too soon, he needed some some time. Tomorrow would be better. If they heard nothing from Black Mesa by then, he’d talk to the others about renting a car and heading down there to see if there was anything to see. For now, he was done thinking about it.

Instead, he looked over at Benrey, still lying face down on the bed. It couldn’t possibly be comfortable but he didn’t seem inclined to move any time soon. “How long you planning to sulk for?” Talking to him might be a bad idea but the silence was too heavy.

Benrey’s response was so muffled by the pillow his face was pressed into, it was indecipherable. Gordon could just get up and leave him there, would be justified in doing so too, and go talk to the others instead. But Tommy had made a good point about all their fun stuff being gone or at least currently inaccessible. Fun stuff wasn’t necessary for survival but it was necessary for thriving and after everything they’d been through, fun distraction would not only be really damn nice but also much deserved.

Since starting college, Gordon hadn’t had as much time to play video games as he’d have liked. Getting hired at Black Mesa had given him a little more time since he lived and worked in the facility but he’d mostly been focused on work. They’d been working on some pretty cool projects after all… though they seemed less cool now. Getting lost in video games was more appealing of an concept than ever. And there were by far worse coping mechanisms he could be tempted to turn to if he resisted this one. Benrey being a gamer too meant he could kill two birds with one stone; fun distraction for himself and something to keep Benrey occupied and hopefully content enough to not cause more problems.

With a sigh, Gordon stood back up and put his shoes back on. “I’m about to head to the used game store, you wanna come with?”

For a moment it seemed Benrey hadn’t heard or wasn’t going to respond but after several seconds he twisted his neck to look up at Gordon. Far enough that it looked painful but he wasn’t human so he was probably fine. He opened his mouth but Gordon quickly cut him off before he could say something stupid.

“We’re getting an old, used, cheap console with old, used, cheap games, nothing new or expensive. I only got so much in savings. But I am willing to buy a couple games solely for you if it’ll keep you from being a nuisance and if you promise to behave. Understood?”

Benrey pushed himself up and was back to his feet in seconds. “Yeah, yeah, understood.”

“You promise to behave?”

“I promise to behave. Let’s go.” It was quick and Benrey was already starting for the door so it would have to be good enough for now.

~

Despite having made it clear that he was a Sony fanboy, Benrey was the one who suggested they get the Game Cube instead of the original Play Station because, “There’s more good games for it.” Which was true, the store’s selection of Game Cube games was almost twice as big as it’s Play Station section.

He was also the one to suggest they get multiplayer games. Gordon didn’t like the idea of playing games with him but after some thought he agreed that it was a good idea. Since they had to share the console, they were bound to end up fighting over it, having some games they could play together should mitigate that to some extent. Besides he did like the idea of occasionally playing with Tommy, Bubby, and Dr. Coomer if they desired to as well.

In all, the shopping trip was quick, easy, and Benrey was relatively well behaved the whole time. They walked away with a Game Cube, four controllers, two memory cards, a decent handful of games and three Beyblades from the toy box next to the cashier for less than a brand new PS3 would’ve cost. Gordon had checked to see if he could get Dr. Coomer a SNES and Super Punch Out but the latter wasn’t in stock so he put the idea on the shelf for later.

For now instead, during the walk back to the hotel he stopped by the 7/11 to get everyone their own two litter bottle of soda – all on brand, unlike the cheap stuff available at Black Mesa’s vending machines – and at Benrey’s suggestion a box of on brand candy too. It wasn’t much but he owed the Science Team his life so he wanted to do something at least kind of nice for them. Benrey got included solely because he was physically with Gordon at the time and well, he was feeling generous so why not?

“They got pizza too,” Benrey said as he bumped his shoulder into Gordon’s as he made his third and final trip to the counter – having only one real hand meant he couldn’t carry it all at once until it was bagged and Benrey’s arms were full with their game purchases, meaning he couldn’t help.

“Yeah, and?”

“Could get some… maybe?”

“What? No. Have you ever had 7/11 pizza?”

“Nope. This is my first time inside a real 7/11.”

Damn, another reminder that Benrey probably spent his whole life locked up inside Black Mesa. Gordon still refused to feel bad for him though. The world had been better and safer with Benrey contained. Now apparently it was Gordon’s job to prevent him from running amuck and causing untold chaos until he could get him to someone who could contain him again.

What were the pay rates for babysitting whatever the fuck Benrey was? Had to be pretty high, right? Between that and the compensation he was owed, he should be set for life. Maybe he really could retire and spend the rest of his life goofing off and playing video games online.

For now though, he finished putting the last of his purchase on the counter and said to Benrey, “Well, trust me, unless you’re high enough that you’re happy to eat literally anything, convenience store pizza is garbage. Like, it’s worse than frozen pizza.”

“Oh, no thanks then, frozen pizza’s pretty bad. It’s too cold and the plastic wrapping gets stuck your teeth, real uh… real awful. The cardboard ain’t bad but can’t save it.”

The cashier ringing everything up chuckled, clearly believing it to be a joke. Gordon wasn’t so sure. It was tempting to ask but he didn’t need to know and just laughed along instead because Benrey eating a frozen pizza straight out of the freezer, packaging and all, was a pretty funny mental image.

~

Upon returning to the hotel the first thing Gordon did was unload all the sodas and candy, much to the delight of the Science Team. Especially Tommy once the Beyblades were brought out for him too. Sunkist had apparently caught up and seemed excited too. Gordon would have to get her a bone or toy of some sort eventually. Which he would have to talk to Tommy about to ensure he got here something that wouldn’t be dangerous to her health if she had an allergy or whatever. That was for later though, for now he just wanted to go back to his own room and relax for a bit.

Even before Gordon was quite finished closing the door behind them, Benrey was off and starting to plug the Game Cube into the TV. Being an older console and an older TV, they were perfectly suited to each other. “Wanna play Melee?” Benrey asked as he turned towards Gordon, holding up the appropriate game box.

“Sure. Go easy on me though, I’m, uh, down a hand.” Later he was going to have to do some research on how difficult it would be to get or make a controller meant for use with a single hand.

“Of course, of course. Gotta go easy on the noobs otherwise they ain’t gonna wanna play anymore and then that’s no fun.”

Gordon could perhaps find reason to be annoyed with being called a noob but it had been a long time since he’d played the original Smash Bros back on the N64. Back when the Game Cube was new, he’d considered himself too cool for Nintendo. So this was his first time owning one and thus, he was a noob. Nothing wrong with that though.

***

Even when going as easy on Gordon as he could while still actively playing the game, beating him was almost trivial. Benrey had never even played Melee against real people before but Gordon took only slightly more effort to beat than the easy bots.

Normally Benrey would’ve teased him to hell and back for being so bad but he knew why Gordon was playing so poorly. Game Cube controllers were designed to be used with two hands. Gordon straddled his on his gun hand while awkwardly splaying his left hand over it. Technically he could press the buttons and move the analog stick at the same time but not with any degree of finesse.

If Benrey had known leading Gordon to the soldiers would result in him permanently losing a part of his body, he wouldn’t have done it. There was being bad because he’d been wronged – and so Gordon would pay more emotion-filled attention to him – and then there was his actions resulting in Gordon having only one functioning hand for the rest of his life.

“If humans don’t grow back cut off bits does that mean they also don’t, uh… come back when you kill them?” He eventually had to ask once he’d knocked Gordon down to his final stock for the third time.

“Nope. As a popular meme says, ‘people die when they are killed’. It’s permanent unless it’s the kind of thing a doctor can resuscitate someone from. That’s pretty rare though.”

“What about Bubby? He comes back when he dies and he’s human.” Or at least Benrey was pretty sure he counted as such.

“He does?”

“Bro, you saw him die at least like… twice, I think. He comes back.”

“Well… Bubby’s special. He was made in the lab so even if he is human, he’s got stuff going on that the rest of us don’t. Normal humans stay dead when they die and don’t grow back lost body parts. Heck, you injure us bad enough and we’ll be permanently fucked up because of it.”

“Damn. Your species don’t got much going on, huh?” And their little fight took on a whole new meaning. Benrey had thought they’d been mostly still chill even if they’d been actively trying to kill each other. But if death was permanent for humans that meant the nothingness between it and reformation would be permanent as well, right? Making trying to kill someone a much bigger deal than Benrey had thought.

“Hey, we got plenty going on, we’re just not immortal or whatever like… whatever the fuck you are. What even are you?”

Before answering, Benrey won the round. It was so easy it wasn’t as fun as it could’ve been. While the announcer claimed him the winner, he looked over at Gordon sitting on the chair next to him. “I’m not human.”

“Yes, we’ve established that but what are you?”

Benrey hadn’t considered that question in a long time and it had been even longer since he’d cared. “I don’t know.”

“What? How do you not know what you are?”

“Just don’t.” He was Benrey and he wasn’t human, what more mattered?

“They made you in the lab too, didn’t they?”

“Um… maybe. I’m not really sure. All I remember is the lab though so probably, I guess.”

Gordon was silent for a few seconds, his face full of thought before it scrunched up in sudden anger. “God fucking damn it!”

“Whoa bro, why you so angry?” Benrey wasn’t always great at telling what kinds of things would make people mad at him but he was pretty sure that that shouldn’t have. What did he know though? Sometimes people just got mad at him even when he didn’t intend for them to.

“I’m not… or I guess I am angry. But not at you and it doesn’t matter right now. Let’s just shut up and keep playing.” He turned his attention back onto the TV, pressing start to get them back to the character select screen.

After switching characters to Link – he had a sword so he was cool – Benrey rested his controller on his knee and bent his right arm around behind himself. Playing one handed was only fair, right?

Somehow Gordon didn’t seem to notice until he won the round and turned to look at Benrey again. Whatever he’d been going to say died on his lips and his eyes widened a bit surprise. “Oh, I guess that explains why you were playing so much worse suddenly. You don’t uh… don’t gotta do that for me.”

“Nah, beating you’s too easy, gotta even the playing field a bit to make it more fun.” And it had been more fun, certainly it meant he could put real effort in without it being a steamroll. He’d even lost that round, pretty handily too because Gordon had more one-handed practice at this than him, but it was only a matter of time before he got his mojo back. And then when he started winning again, he could tease Gordon for being bad.

“Oh, um… okay then, I ain’t gonna complain about that, thanks.” Gordon turned his attention back on the game and started the next round.

***

Gordon had been planning on not tolerating sharing the bed with Benrey again. He’d been intending to insist Benrey sleep on the floor or in one of the chairs. But then Benrey had inadvertently made Gordon feel bad for him. No wonder he was so fucked up and weird, he’d spent his entire life in the lab and didn’t even know if he was made in it or they’d just found him super young and kept him around to experiment on. Idiot didn’t even seem to understand how fucked up that was which just made it worse.

Bubby had a similar life story – though he at least seemed to understand that it was horrible to some degree – which largely had to do with why Gordon had forgiven him for his part in the betrayal. Just like he’d forgiven Dr. Coomer for the whole clones trying to kill him thing. Being part of or the product of an unethical science experiment was bound to result in acting out a little, being a little strange, and maybe not fully grasping the ethics and impact of one’s actions. And so Gordon should forgive Benrey too, shouldn’t he? He didn’t want to though.

And so after wrestling with the thought on and off for hours, reaching no conclusions, it was finally time to go to bed. He’d planned what he was going to say earlier at Target; ‘You’re sleeping on the floor tonight.’ A statement, not a request, brooking no room for argument. ‘You’re not human so you don’t need to sleep in a bed. Beds are for humans,’ if Benrey tried to argue. But even if he didn’t forgive and thus very much wanted to not share the bed with Benrey again, he did still feel bad. Bad enough that making Benrey sleep on the floor seemed too harsh and with no other options available, that meant sharing the bed again.

It was big enough for two people though, no cuddling or touching necessary if they stayed close enough to separate sides. Which would leave them close to the edges, perhaps more than Gordon preferred but not so close they’d for sure roll off. They were both full grown adults, they could handle sharing a bed without making it weird. But wait, Benrey wasn’t human so…

“You’re an adult, right?” Gordon asked as stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the pajamas he’d bought from himself earlier.

Benrey looked up from where he sat on the chair by the window. “Uh… why you asking?”

“Just you know, you’re not human so I figured maybe you’re in like a larval stage or something and you’re gonna one day make yourself a cocoon and transform into something more monstrous. Like how caterpillars turn into butterflies or whatever.” Or like he had in Xen but more permanent.

“Nah… I don’t think I can cocoon myself. Though I guess I’ve never thought about it before. I could try it.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t. I mostly just want to know if you’re a child or adolescent version of whatever you are. I’ve been assuming you’re an adult this whole time but like, I don’t even know what you are and neither do you apparently so I could be wrong.”

“I’m full-grown. Or uh… full-grown in that sense. I can physically grow bigger, just don’t want to.” Great so he had no excuse for acting like an immature little brat at times. Except he still did because he’d been raised in a lab as a science experiment. Probably no one had ever bothered to try to teach him how to behave and thus even now as an adult he had no idea how to properly interact with others. That didn’t mean Gordon had to like him or forgive him but it was another good reason be the bigger man and not let Benrey get under his skin anymore. And so…

“Good, great. That means we can both be mature adults about his sharing a bed situation. There doesn’t have to be anything weird or uncomfortable about it. We were too tired to discuss or even think about it last night so let’s do this now. You sleep on one side of the bed and I sleep on the other and we don’t touch, got it? I request the side closest to the door.” That way if anything tried to attack through the window, he could make a run for the exit. Though, probably an attack was more likely from the door so maybe window side was better. It’d be easier to get cornered there though so actually…

“Oh, I thought you liked touching.”

Gordon flinched out of his thoughts as he looked over at Benrey again. “What made you think that?”

“You slept in the middle last night.” He stood to walk over and point to said middle. “Made it hard to join you without touching so I thought you did it on purpose ‘cause you wanted to touch.”

“No, I just wasn’t thinking.” That at least explained why they’d woken up so close. “Sorry, I guess. But we’re on the same page now though, right? No touching.”

“Lame bro, that sucks. But fine, whatever, no touching.” He genuinely sounded disappointed.

“Why is that lame?” And should Gordon really ask? It was too late now though, his bad tendency to speak before thinking coming back to bite him again.

“You’re warm. It feels nice.”

Oh, that wasn’t so bad. A bit weird but not anything super creepy like Gordon had feared. “All right, uh… good night then.” He turned off the lights and got into bed, staying just far enough way from the edge for there to be only little danger of rolling off in the middle of the night.

Chapter Four:

[piracytheorist]

Okay look maybe that's just me looking for opportunities for angst, but it kind of piques my interest how Twilight reacts to Anya playing spy. He may find it hard to understand how her mind works when it's play time because he didn't get to have play time as a kid in the midst of a war but he doesn't react as much to any of her other games or activities (other than wishing she would focus on her studies like she focuses on watching Bondman); for someone who has made it part of his identity to not reveal he's a spy, it catches his attention a little too much.

Then you've got his reaction to Daybreak; Twilight takes his job so seriously that every little thing Daybreak does annoys him to the point of breaking character and risking an actual fight with him because of it.

Another one, his reaction to realizing all his work in the Campbelldon was for nothing.

Annoyed (and visibly exhausted) by his hard work being for nothing, trying to grasp at straws, hoping that the diary holds another secret meaning which would've made his efforts worthwhile.

It even takes Handler to point out that there were no further threats to the current peace for him to look at the bright side.

And I'm starting to think... for him there's barely a "bright side" in what he does. I don't think there's anything in his work that makes him happy in any way. He finds it dangerous (something kids shouldn't even pretend to do), demanding and serious (enough to get personally offended when other spies don't take it as seriously), exhausting (without actually complaining about it or asking for time off, despite understanding how tired he is all the time), and with full understanding that his deeds won't see the light of day and he won't get any recognition for them (and is, arguably, a little sad about that).

And finally, as I said in another post, how prepared he is to act entirely against his own beliefs in order to do his job right.

Like, Best Spy of WestalisTM or not, it must not be pleasant to smile at and agree with a man who for all you know wants to start a war when you have war trauma of your own. As if all the danger, loneliness, and pain he suffers for his job were not enough, he also has to shut down his emotions, no matter how strong and soul-crushing. And Twilight is no fool - he knows how much he hates war, he knows what it cost him, and he knows he needs to ignore all that. And though he also knows he does it all to avoid another war... I don't think the impact of even just that is lost on him.

I doubt any of his fellow spies harbor any illusions about spy work being glamorous and badass and whatnot, but I feel like we're being led to think that he also understands the impact his job has on his soul and sense of self. He may be willing to do it for the sake of peace, but I feel he hates that this is his only and most promising option.

And maybe... I wonder how he really feels about being so good at this. He's both physically and mentally extraordinary - and you cannot tell me that this is just because of his dedication. No amount of dedication can grant you a photographic memory, the ability to perfectly mimic other people's voices after listening to mere seconds of them, or the ability to fight off entire groups of people dedicated to killing you while you're only on two hours of sleep. Twilight has inherent talents that make him not only suitable to be a spy, they make him the best.

His awareness of his talents and the realization that he can put them to use in order to stop any further conflicts or wars from taking place are what got him where he is now - a lonely, physically and emotionally exhausted man who has given up on ever finding any personal happiness. And as he's said before, he sees that as his duty. With his personal disdain for war, and the knowledge that he can help avoid one in the future, how can he see for himself any future where he doesn't do exactly that? If he doesn't, who will?

So yeah. If that's what he truly thinks of his job, and if his deepest wish is to create a world where children are happy... it's no wonder he reacts negatively to a child pretending to do his job for fun. And I'm like, he already reacts to Anya simply playing spy. Can you imagine his reaction when he finds out she's been helping him with his mission from the moment she met him??? Can you imagine a moment shortly post-reveal where Twilight asks Anya just why she chose him, and she says she originally did it because she found it cool and fun, and then because she saw his noble intentions and wanted to help... and he just replies with "There's nothing cool and exciting about this job, it has destroyed me and I hate that I have no other option" and that completely crushes the way she sees spies?

Yeah I may have gone a bit overdramatic there but honestly that's a whole vibe I'm getting from the story. I cannot see the story ending without identity reveals, and without Loid and Yor giving up their secret jobs (which can only happen if the cold war ends, cause there's definitely no other way Twilight would feel he deserves retirement). The story starts with a spy without a family life; it deserves to end with a family without the burdens of spy life.

(Anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [02]

Monologue

After releasing me from my cell,

Subaru-kun firmly grabbed hold of my arm,

before walking straight ahead.

Azusa-kun and Kou-kun followed suit,

sticking to either side of me

as if they were watching my every move. 

I felt like a seized outlaw who had committed a crime,

and whom they could not let escape under any circumstances.

I can’t believe Subaru-kun is treating me like this,

when we’re supposed to be a couple.

I can feel the back of my eyes burning. 

Like I was ready to burst into tears of sadness any second now.

All of it felt like a bad dream.

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Why are you shaky in your step? Can’t you walk straight?

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Ugh.

( His grip on my arm is painful...Even though Subaru-kun is a little rough around the edges, he’s supposed to be incredibly kind deep down.

( I can’t believe he’s pulling onto my arm so violently, practically dragging me along...This isn’t like him. )

( He really does not remember me in the slightest. )

...Uhm, where are we going exactly?

Kou: Weren’t you listening to us earlier? We told you that Carla-kun wants to see you, remember?

Azusa: The living room...Carla is waiting...

Subaru: Why bother askin’ in the first place? It’s not like you have any other choice but to obey us.

Yui: ...

( Perhaps he’s right. But I don’t care what the topic is, I just want to talk to Subaru-kun... )

Azusa: ...Huh?

I smell...something sweet. Eve, it’s coming from you...

Yui: ...Eh? Me?

Kou: You’re right! This sweet, delicious scent is most definitely coming from your blood, isn’t it?

For it to be so noticeable...Subaru-kun, did you perhaps!?

Azusa: Did you drink her blood...? Carla will get mad at you, if you do things without his permission...

Subaru: Like I give a damn ‘bout that.

Kou: You’re so stubborn, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Shut the fuck up! I’m doing the bare minimum to help that dude become the Supreme Overlord. 

Like I’m gonna let him dictate my whole life to me.

Yui: ( Seems like Azusa-kun and Kou-kun are pretty loyal to Carla-san. )

( But the same can’t be said about Subaru-kun. )

( Also, I wonder if Carla-san actually thinks of Vampires as his brothers? )

( I just can’t imagine a Founder such as himself letting that pass. )

( But if they’ve been living together as brothers...I guess it wouldn’t feel odd to him. )

( Even if it’s just one person, I wish there was someone who also realized that something is off about this situationーー )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: Carla-kun. I’ve brought Subaru-kun and Eve with me.

Carla: Yes. Go ahead and take a seat over there. I have something to talk about.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( They really are interacting like normal brothers would. Which means Carla-san’s memories are messed up as well. )

Carla: Well then, our House has successfully claimed Eve, who shall be our clue to discovering the path to becoming the Supreme Overlord. 

However, simply taking her in has not made us any wiser on how exactly to achieve this. 

I doubt the other Houses will give up on getting their hands on her until someone has officially risen the throne.

We will definitely be attacked from the outside. Do not let your guard down and give the opponent a chance to take advantage of this.

Kou: Roger! Leave it to us!

Laito: We won’t let anyone have her.

Carla: Very well. Be cautious of the other Houses’ movements and heed my every order. 

I shall not allow any acts of defiance to ensure our victory over the other Houses.

Kou: We know. Nobody’s going to go against your orders.

Laito: It’s a pain, but I guess it can’t be helped. I’ll help out so I can reap some of the benefits as well.

Azusa: Besides...We don’t want to lose any family members...

Subaru: I don’t care as long as we can put an end to this ridiculous fight. I’ll help out until that happens.

Carla: Hmph. ...It seems that each of you have your own thoughts on the situation, but as long as you are willing to act as my pawns, I shall not complain.

Until I become the Supreme Overlord.

Kou: So, how are we going to tackle this concretely? Eve is here with us now, but do you think you’ll be able to become Supreme Overlord?

Do you feel like...a sudden increase in your power? Or as if an ingenious plan is going to spark inside your head...?

Carla: ... I have not experienced such developments. To be quite frank, I have yet to come up with a way.

Laito: Ah, I see. You sounded very confident, so I figured you at least had some sort of clue.

Carla: Not in the slightest. Hence, there is something I would like to ask you, Eve.

Yui: Me...?

Carla: One night has passed since you have been in our possession. However, I have not experienced any changes.

Could it be that there are other conditions aside from claiming you?

Yui: Conditions to become Supreme Overlord, you mean?

Carla: If anything comes to mind, I want you to share them with me.

If you make a foolish attempt to hide such information from me, I shall not show any mercy, not even to you.

Yui: No way...

( He says all these things, but I don’t know anything either. )

( However, this doesn’t seem like the right moment to admit that. )

Carla: ...

*Thud*

Yui: U-Uhm...Is something the matter, Carla-san?

( He suddenly got up from his seat and is stepping towards me...I wonder what has gotten into him? )

Carla: ...Keep still.

*Thud*

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Wha...!?

Kou: Eh~? You’re so bold, Carla-kun~

Laito: What suddenly got you into the mood~?

Carla: Woman, show me your shoulder.

Yui: Eh!? Cut it out, please! Carla-san!

Carla: ...What do we have here? 

Yui: ( Ah, there’s still a mark from when Subaru-kun sucked my blood inside the prison cell... )

( He’ll realize that somebody fed off me...! )

Carla: I was wondering why you were smelling so strongly this whole time, but this explains it.

Where did this bite mark come from?

Yui: Well...

ー Carla steps back

Carla: Who sucked Eve’s blood without my permission?

Laito: It wasn’t me. I’ve been here with you this whole time, remember?

Kou: ...

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( The mood got really tense because of Carla’s intimidating aura. )

( I wonder what will happen if he finds out that it was Subaru-kun who sucked my blood...? )

Subaru: ...Haah. I’m the one who did it.

Yui: ( Eh? Subaru-kun admitted it to him...!? )

Carla: So it was you. You acted of your own accord, did you not?

Subaru: There was food right in front of me so I dug in. I don’t see why I’d need your permission for those kinds of things.

Carla: No, you do. As long as Eve can serve as the key to becoming the Supreme Overlord, I cannot allow you to do with her as you please.

Subaru: Che, buzz off...

Azusa: Acting without permission will lead to conflict...Brothers should try to get along...

Laito: I didn’t expect Subaru-kun, our little late bloomer, to be the first one to take a bite out of Eve~

Kou: Well, I can imagine it’d be difficult to hold back after smelling this sweet scent. Still, he didn’t even try to hold back.

Carla: ...Her scent, you say? I have to agree that her blood has a unique fragrance to it which normal blood does not have.

Eve’s blood, huh? 

Could it be that it is her special blood which will lead to becoming the Supreme Overlord?

Yui: I don’t know anything...

Carla: That is not an issue. I simply have to try everything I can.

ー Carla approaches once more

Carla: Take your blood for example, all I have to do is suck it to test my theory.

Yui: Suck, don’t tell me...!? P-Please stop!

*Rustle*

Carla: Do not make a fuss. No matter how hard you try to fight back, you stand no chance against me. Hah...Nnh...

ー Carla bites her

Yui: ...Uu...

( It hurts...He’s forcibly sinking his fangs into my body while keeping me restrained...! )

Ow...Sto...

Subaru: Oi, wait, Carla.

Yui: ( Eh? Subaru-kun...? )

Selection

→ Is he trying to save me? (♡)

Yui: ( Did he try to save me, perhaps? )

Subaru: Should you be doin’ this? She seems to be in a lot of pain.

Don’t you think that maybe you won’t be able to become Supreme Overlord if she hates you?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s memories have been altered right now, so he doesn’t know the real reason why. )

( But could he be trying to get Carla-san to let go of me...? )

( Perhaps his feelings for me still remain somewhere deep down, even though he doesn’t remember...? )

→ Does he consider me his own prey? (🖤)

Yui: ( Did he try to stop Carla-san just now? )

( But I guess he only did so because he thinks of me as his own prey? )

Subaru: Don’t make us sit through this bullshit. If you wanna suck her blood, go get a room. 

Yui: ( Subaru-kun still gets upset from watching someone suck my blood. )

( I guess I can take that as a sign that some of his feelings for me still remain, right? )

Carla: ...Guh.

What is the issue with this blood? It is simply revolting.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Subaru. I cannot comprehend that you could stomach this.

Subaru: Haah? Is it that bad?

Carla: Yes, it is. I did not expect Eve’s blood to taste this foul. I have lost interest.

Yui: ( Right. My blood tastes disgusting to a Founder like Carla-san, because it hasn’t been purified. )

Kou: I see, it tastes bad, huh? Then it only seems less likely to lead us to a clue to becoming the Supreme Overlord, right?

Carla: ...No, I’d argue the exact opposite.

Laito: The opposite?

Carla: I believe that this foul taste is a sign that Eve is not quite ready.

Will the path towards becoming the Supreme Overlord open once her blood has fully ripened...?

Yui: ( Eh? Is that how it works...? )

Laito: So we have to ripen her blood? In that case, how about allowing her freedom?

Carla: Why?

Laito: If you want to make her blood more delicious, you shouldn’t lock her up down in the dungeon.

I’m pretty sure that if you cause too much stress, it’ll negatively effect a girl’s body in various ways.

We’ve got plenty of empty rooms, so why not give her more of a warm welcome?

Carla: ...I see. We will need Eve’s cooperation to unlock the path to becoming Supreme Overlord sooner or later.

I doubt we will see much improvement if we keep her imprisoned in the dungeon under Subaru’s supervision forever.

Kou: Hmー In other words, you’ll be able to become Supreme Overlord once her blood becomes delicious?

Azusa: Will it taste better once ripened...?

Subaru: ...I didn’t think her blood tasted that bad though.

Laito: Maybe you just don’t have a sense of taste?

Subaru: Hah!? As if!

Kou: In that case, we’ll give her blood a taste as well. Then we’ll know the answer, right?

Laito: Besides, if we all suck her blood together, it might just trigger something.

Azusa: If that’ll improve the taste of her blood...I’ll help out as well...

Yui: ( This seems to be heading into a dangerous direction. At this rate... )

Carla: ...Very well.

At present, we do not have any notable clues.

If it can take us even one step closer to the title of Supreme Overlord, I shall give all of you permission to have her blood.

Yui: No way! That’s not up to you to decide...!

Carla: The stimulation it provides might trigger some kind of change within her.

Laito: I see, so we can suck her blood as well, right? The scent has been so intense this whole time, I can’t resist it~ 

Kou: How generous of you, Carla-kun.

Azusa: Aren’t you happy, Eve...? I’m sure your blood will turn out delicious this way...

Subaru: ...

Yui: No way...

Please wait, Carla-san. I’m not the Eve you all think I am...

Carla: Silence. I never asked for your opinion.

Yui: ...!?

Carla: However, as we discussed earlier, you will now be treated with the utmost of care.

You lot must be careful about how you behave around her as well. By no means must you spoil her blood in any way.

Kou: Roger.

Laito: Gotcha~ I’ll follow that rule.

Azusa: Yeah...I’ll do as you say...

Subaru: ...Che...

Carla: Eve, you no longer need to return to your cell. I shall give you one of the spare rooms.

You can spend your time there from here on out. It should be a vast improvement in terms of comfort.

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: Subaru. Escort Eve to an empty room.

Subaru: Yeah.

Oi, follow me.

Yui: ...

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ( I’m glad that I’ve been released from my cell but I can’t genuinely be happy about the situation... )

Uhm, Subaru-kun...? Do you really not remember me at all?

Subaru: Lay it off already. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know you!?

Yui: But...You don’t mind that other people will suck my blood?

I don’t want anyone but you biting me. 

Doesn’t it make you feel a little uncomfortable? If that’s the case, then those are your true...

*THUD*

Subaru: Shut up!

Yui: Eek...!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Stop making all those assumptions. Didn’t you hear me when I told you to lay it off?

Or maybe I need to punch some sense into you?

In that case, I wouldn’t mind suckin’ you dry right here, right now?

Yui: ( He’s whispering in my ear...! )

Subaru: That’ll shut you up and I’ll no longer have to deal with Carla actin’ like he’s the shit all the time.

Yui: ...

Subaru: What’s the matter? Are you that scared, you can’t even talk anymore?

Yui: ...You won’t do that. Not you.

Subaru: Hah?

Yui: I know. You always throw around violent threats like that, but deep down, you’re more kind than anyone else.

That’s why you definitely wouldn’t do something so horrible.

Subaru: What kind of nonsense are you spoutin’...?

Yui: ( It isn’t nonsense! Remember who you really are...! )

...

Subaru: ...Fuck.

Listen carefully, you are Eve. Nothing more than that.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun... )

( I’m not Eve. I don’t know about this whole ‘Supreme Overlord’ thing. )

( I wonder if I’ll have to continue living like this, being targeted by everyone, without even knowing why exactly...? )

( Even if I try to reach out for help, it doesn’t seem like anyone here will be on my side. )

( Not even Subaru-kun, who has always been my most reliable ally, will even look at me right now. )

( Subaru-kun, have you truly forgotten about your real brothers and the fact that we’re dating...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[androideql]

what do you think about kaiba as a host (like japanese host club thing)

Under read more because my thoughts embarrass me.

Imma be honest: I’ve never thought about it so this is just me making shit up on the fly from vibes only.

This would require an AU. You'd have to put him in either a desperate enough situation or offer him good enough benefits and no better options. He’d probably stay there until he can move on to anything else, although he’d stay longer if he found something (maybe someone) to obsess over.

Being realistic, I don't think he'd be a popular host, but the customers he'd get would be pretty loyal and spend more than enough that he wouldn't have to worry about performance that much. In that kind of business, attractiveness is a start (and it’s up to you how well you think he ranks in that regard) but most people wouldn’t be all that interested in him after learning that he’s not at all friendly, or funny, or flirty. He'd still have enough customers willing to throw money at their niche taste.

He’d probably be advertised as some kind of cool and composed type that you can have a fairly intelligent conversation with, away from the noise. He’s not that simple in reality, but the customers don’t have to see the messier parts of him. Those are only to be seen by the other hosts, and only if it can't be helped. The guy probably would ask to have his alcohol watered down a little to minimize the risk of losing his mask in it.

Now, he’s always had an aura of disdain around him. I think he’d play into that for his character. Popular with people who like their men hard to get, I guess? I just really don’t see him being the kind of host that goes hard on suggestive comments, compliments, or even pays a lot of attention to his customers. You will get polite conversation, intellectual topics, nerdy shit, some food for thought, and someone to refill your glass while you vent and cry. He might call you out on your bs as well, if he thinks he can get away with it. But he’s still a host, and he will play that game when you least expect it.

Let’s try a potential scenario. Imagine you're a customer for the following bit. CW for manipulation tactics:

You’ve been complaining about your personal life for a while, and you can’t tell if he’s listening. This has been happening somewhat frequently now. When you ask him, your face betrays a hint of annoyance. He blames it on his drink, and you don't try all that much to act like you believe him. He orders your favourite. His treat, he says, and the gestures soothes you a little. After you've calmed down enough, he starts bombarding you with questions. Now he’s looking at you like you're the most radiant thing in the venue. After you ease into your story again, he lightly adjusts your clothes around your neck, tugging on them playfully almost, and the look he gives you is vaguely promising. He tells you that if you can stay on your best behaviour for five minutes, he promises to sing a duet with you.

He’s set up a timer, and teased you about it—he made a whole deal about it, but you don’t actually know whether he intends to keep his promise. Sometimes he does, sometimes he smirks and calls you gullible. This time, as you suspected, he doesn’t sing with you, but he compliments you once you’re done. He said he stayed seated because wanted to listen, because he wanted to look at you. Can you be really that upset at that?

But you could swear he didn’t play these many games when he was new here. Soon enough, he becomes absent once again, but you've had so much to drink, you barely notice.

---

Basically, I feel like he’s the kind of host that has you work for his attention. The scraps he throws at you are to keep you invested and for damage control when he gets it wrong. Also, he’ll give you his phone number if you spend enough, but don’t expect him to actually answer.

So yeah. Not that many clients, but very invested ones because he conditions them.

[solesommerso]

- ♡ Kinktober Project ♡-

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hondo harrelson x jim street

a/n: this is part of a larger fic that I haven’t finish and still haven’t decided if I’m going to post when I do but I like this part

warnings: takes place early season 1, d/s dynamic, dom!hondo, sub!street, swearing, consent bc it’s sexy

-

Hondos still not sure how he got himself into this situation, he’s not necessarily complaining, quite the opposite actually, he’s just unsure of how to wrap his head around this being reality.

It started earlier today when something seemed off about Street, he was being his normal reckless self but he didn’t look that engaged in the stunts. More so hazed out, blinking numbly to Deacon who gave a short lecture about how he needs to rely on the team more and not just himself.

It could just be that Streets getting sick of hearing the same speech over and over, but if that was the case then Hondo thinks he’d do the logical thing and stop jumping into danger every two seconds.

Hondo can tell it’s something different, something he’d have to really prod at if he wanted to know what was going on.

“Hey Street, you alright?” They’re the only ones left in the locker room, Street sitting against the wooden bench with a short nod to Hondo.

“Mm.” He hums, not even meeting Hondos eyes and fidgeting around with his hands.

“Really? You don’t look very okay.” There’s something that crosses Streets face, a brief moment of contemplation, thinking over what he’s going to say only to land on saying nothing at all.

“Hey. What’s going on?” Hondo places a hand on Streets shoulder, knitting his brow together in concern.

“I just um- I think I’m stressed.” It sounds unsure and makes Hondo pause.

“You think you’re stressed?” Street huffs.

“Back in Long Beach, I had this way of de-stressing but I can’t really do it here and I don’t know- it’s kinda throwing me I guess.” Hondo nods along slowly, Street hasn’t said much about what his time was like in Long Beach, just that he was top of his class, and the minor banter with Tan about Hollywood or Long Beach being better.

“Well what’d you do? I bet I can find something similar or we can take a trip down to Long Beach.” It’s not ideal to drive forty five minutes when they’re just now getting off a twelve hour shift but if Streets that stressed than Hondos willing to make the trip.

“Not that simple, I’d do it with this guy, Ty, and he kinda moved all the way to Boston so… out of luck.” Streets hands go through his hair, rubbing them down his face as he leans back.

“A boyfriend?” Hondos hesitant with the question since Street has never disclosed his sexuality but Streets kinda tips his head, a way to say ‘sort of’.

“There was no real commitment, it was just things.” Hondo hums.

“So you miss your not committed boyfriend?” He laughs at Streets eye roll.

“No. It’s not really Ty, he was boring. But I miss what we’d do, not even with him but just the- feeling I’d get.” Streets cheeks flush in embarrassment, something Hondo can say he’s never seen in Street, three months in to working together and Street is always confident in everything he does.

“Street you’re on tinder so much Chris complains about it, that not cutting it?” And even brighter red coats Streets cheeks as he shakes his head.

“Do- do you know what a dom and sub dynamic is?” It’s barely even audible, smaller than a whisper, but Hondo hums along, he knows and has read about being in a dynamic like that.

“That’s what me and Ty were. That’s how I’d destress.” Street looks away from Hondo, putting his hands over his thighs to ring them out across his jeans.

“You miss being dominant?” There’s plenty of ways Hondos seen Street take charge at work, he has no trouble being in a leading role when he needs to be.

“I miss being submissive.” Street says in the same small way he had asked the original question that lead to this conversation.

“Oh.” It’s all Hondo can say, he hadn’t expected that Street would be submissive in any way, he’s been doing everything in his power to disobey orders and be in control of something.

“And- and I can’t just ask some person to do that, I need to be able to trust them and a strange doesn’t really cut it. So I’m stressed out, or pent up, or whatever you’d call this.” Street groans when he finishes, pushing his head into his hands, Hondo can’t help but lean to rub a hand up his back soothingly.

He feels for Street, even if Hondo takes the dominant role when he participates in dynamics with partners, he can sympathize with how worked up you get after a long time without anything. And hearing the stress in Streets voice has Hondos heart strings pulling.

“The only people I know in La is the damn team so I’m kinda screwed.” Street forces a laugh, it’s more of a defeated huff, and Hondo breathes in an inhale, he can’t believe he’s about to say this but he does.

“What about me?” It leaves Hondos mouth before he even realizes that he’s speaking out loud.

“I- I could never ask you to do that- I- I wouldn’t want you to make yourself-.” Hondo cuts Street off.

“I’m asking not being forced, now Street look at me.” He listens with a blink up to Hondo, cheeks still tinted red.

You seemed disconnected today and off your game, if this will help you then the decision is up to you.” A beat passes before Street nods, it’s hesitant at first but quickly turns sure as a small smile comes to Streets face.

“Okay. I mean- yes, yeah.”

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Which is how Hondo finds himself with his hands on Streets hips as he settles down onto Hondos dick, there’s sweat already beaded down Streets chest, his hairs tousled and mouth parted with pleasure. He looks better than Hondo could’ve ever imagined.

“Is- is that good?” Hondo nods immediately, his fingers gripping into the meat of Streets sides at the tightness of Streets body clenching around his cock.

It’s almost overwhelming how good it feels, they aren’t even moving, Streets perfectly still as he hovers his hands and stares down at Hondo.

“What is it baby? You gotta talk to me.” It’s been more than a shock to find out that when Street’s in his sub space, he’s very sweet, shyness marked on his body language like Hondos never seen, impossibly gentle with every touch given, perfectly obedient for Hondo.

“I wanna hold onto your shoulders and- and make noise.” Street bites his bottom lip, trapping in all the moans and groans desperate to come out.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, and make as much noise as you want. There’s nobody around.” Hondo had made sure the doors were locked and he’s not expecting anyone to come around so they can take as long as they please.

“Feels S’good.” Street breathes, holding his hands on Hondos shoulder, not hard enough that it hurts but with enough bite that Hondos sure he’ll have some marks left behind.

“You can move, baby.” Hondo encourages, basking in how Streets blush burns down his neck and chest at the nickname, still, he doesn’t move aside from shifting the smallest amount to rest his knees against the mattress better.

“I like feeling you, it’s- it’s grounding.” Street's eyes duck away from Hondos only to snap back when Hondo thrusts his hips the smallest amount. It has Street whimpering as he looks straight back up.

“Then you can stay still, though I don’t know how long I’ll last like this.” Hondo didn’t expect to be this into sex with Street, sure he knew what he was doing, he finds Street attractive in more ways then one, but having him perched so happily with Hondo deep inside him is something that makes Hondos gut roll with pleasure.

“S’okay, just wanna have you in me.” Hondo can’t help but buck his hips into Street at the words, so effortlessly hot.

Streets whine helps nothing on Hondos half, he thinks he could listen to how vocal Street is for the rest of his life, it had started in the car when Hondo put a hand on Streets thigh, making the latter squeal with excitement.

“Can I kiss you?” Hondo nods and not even a full second goes by before Streets leaning forward to lock his lips heatedly against Hondos.

Their chests become pressed together, Streets bottom half shifting as he leans, it gives a glorious new angle for the both of them, though Streets moans get trapped between them as Hondo kisses the noises quiet. He can feel how Streets dick strains between the two, halfway pressed into Hondos waist so he’s able to feel how the skin jumps and twitches when Hondo moves his hips slowly.

“Hondo.” Street moans against the man’s neck, dropping his head onto Hondos shoulder to tuck his nose into Hondos collarbone, rocking his hips in sync with each small thrust given.

“What is it baby?” He knows what it is, he can feel Streets cock leaking pre-cum against his stomach.

“So good, feels so good.” Hondo moves a hand to the back of Streets head, threading his fingers into the thick strands of hair, apparently it’s the right move as Streets dick becomes wetter instantly.

“Think- think m’gonna cum.” Street gasps, his hips moving faster before he’s leaning off Hondos chest.

His hands instantly go back onto Hondos shoulders for stability, though Hondo can’t say he expected Street to start bouncing up and down. It’s still at a slower pace but Hondo is sure it’s the hottest sight he’s ever seen.

Streets head thrown back in pleasure, moans coming out louder by the second, hair falling to stick to his forehead with sweat, thighs tensing as he gets closer, and dick jolting as it spurts out more pre-cum.

“Cum for me baby, come on, let go.” It’s the only encouragement Street needs before his hips stutter to a broken stop. There’s nothing but bliss on Street's face, his nails digging into Hondos shoulders as he groans so loud Hondo thinks his neighbors might’ve heard it.

“You okay?” Hondos hand runs up the back of Streets head when he leans to rest his forehead against Hondos shoulder, Street nods breathless.

“Mm. Sorry for finishing so early in.” He pulls off Hondo, smiling contently when Hondo scratches his scalp lightly.

“It’s all about you remember, you feel less stressed?” Street nods along, contently laying back into Hondo.

[rubyastari]

THROUGH THESE (TIRED) EYES

For me, being 41 means having seen a lot more than I sometimes really want to know. It means having heard stuff that I can’t always put up with – yet I have to either keep quiet about it or speak my mind up. Proper timing is the key and ... let’s just be honest, shall we? Sometimes there isn’t just that.

However, that doesn’t mean I regret the experiences. (Well, at least not all of them, anyway.) I’ve just realised that, the older you get, the less you are willing to respond to anything that displeases you.

In other words, pick your battles (more) wisely.

I’ve seen a really lazy, selfish, and ungrateful man. He’s been blessed with a loyal, hardworking wife and four beautiful, loving little children. I know some other men who want all he has now.

For starters, this man always complains. In his mind, it’s everyone else’s fault but his. He refuses to see that yes, he’s often part of the problem too.

This man wants to feel powerful at the expense of others. He wants to be the boss without earning much or lifting a finger. Well, even if he does some bare minimum of effort, he expects to be noticed and highly appreciated – while he never feels the need to do the same thing to other people who do things for him.

Sounds really exhausting, eh? That’s what happens when you’re dealing with such self-entitled people. Everything is – and must always be – about them.

In short, his wife and kids mostly leave him alone. They don’t feel like asking for his help or attention anymore. Why? Why bother? Instead of being genuinely helpful, he only makes it more difficult for them.

For example, he hates it when his wife does most things all by herself. He feels like she doesn’t need or respect him for being ‘oh-so-independent’. He feels so ... emasculated.

How sad. How tragic.

Then, what happens when she decides to give him what he wants? He’s being even more difficult. He starts acting as if she’s asking him for too much. He doesn’t want her (or anyone) to burden him with more problems.

In other words, he wants her to be completely dependent on him, but he also doesn’t want her to want so many things. He just wants to control and overpower her. That’s it.

If you ask me, I’m struggling to even breathe properly at the thought of it. I am silently seething. I’m no longer afraid of being portrayed as ‘just another nosy mean bitch’ by the likes of him.

“What the hell do you want, bitch?” I sometimes wish I could just yell at him. “Do you want her to ask for your help – only so you can feel needed like the man you think you want to be – or do you want her to fend for herself because the truth is, you don’t really care about what she needs? Once again, you make it all about you. For once in your life, make up your damned mind!”

Of course, I’m generally quiet in real life. I know where my voice is not wanted. I know who doesn’t want to listen to me. They’d rather see that I keep quiet and just mind my own business.

There are too many things these (tired) eyes have already seen. Too painful things. Sometimes it’s hard to look away from them.

When I do, I find myself filled with dread. Why? What if it slowly becomes a habit? What if that act alone turns my heart cold, down to the point I (choose to) stop caring at all?

Will I become bad? Will that turn me into a selfish bitch?

It’s always harder when it happens to the people you care about. It’s hard because you know that you still can’t do much. Eventually, it’s all up to them.

It’s their choice to do something about it or not. They can just put up with all the verbal, emotional, and psychological abuses or just be done with them all. They know what to do. They always have.

I might sound cold and hateful here. Well, what if for once in my life, I really don’t care?

R.

[therenlover]

One Last Night In Madripoor (An 18+ Helmut Zemo/Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Tags: Smut, SoftDom!Zemo, Hook Up, Semi-Public Sex, Drinking, Safe Sex, Explicit Consent, First Meeting, Wall Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 4200~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

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Madripoor was a place like nothing you had ever seen.

It wasn’t that the sights were anything special. You could find seedy criminal underbellies lined with neon where the streets ran red with blood anywhere if you looked hard enough. Even the ocean view didn’t do much to set it apart from any other place visually. No, Madripoor’s scenery and architecture weren’t what kept your eyes wide with wonder whenever you found yourself wandering through the winding back-alleys without a purpose. It was the people that kept you around.

Thieves, pirates, and miscreants had been taking shelter at the docks since before anyone there could remember. It was a city borne of the underbelly of society, the people nobody sees, but you saw them. You saw them every day when you stood in the main market waiting for an easy bounty. There were faces everywhere; big and small, tall and short, scarred and flawless. No two people in the streets of Madripoor were ever exactly alike. If you needed to remember someone, their unique face was right there waiting in your mind.

After living on the island for almost 6 months, most people were already cataloged neatly in your mind as friend or foe. This man, though, he was new. He was different.

The night was still young. There was some trouble at the Princess Bar that ended with Selby dead and a few murderers loose in the streets with a price on their heads, but you steered clear. Going after the killers meant going up against hundreds if not thousands of trained bounty hunters and assassins and no amount of money was worth dying over now, not while you were so close to freedom. Instead of chasing your doom, you decided to head to your room, get dressed up, and head out to wherever the music was loudest in search of a place to forget about your problems for the night. The thudding sounds of poorly DJ-ed club remixes led you to Leonardo’s Place. That’s where you found him.

You were two drinks in and sticking close to the wall when he stumbled into your line of sight. What initially caught your eye was his dancing. He couldn’t move for shit. What kept your attention, though, was his face.

There was transience to him, like at any moment someone could bump into him and he would disappear without a trace at their touch. Despite that he was gaudy. Everything about his clothing screamed wealth and fine taste from the thread count of his obnoxious purple turtleneck to the shine on his boots. He was strange, a walking contradiction, and one who had never had the pleasure of gracing your presence or screwing you over in the past. In the simplest of terms, he intrigued you. With nothing left to lose you downed the last of your cocktail and made your way to the gap in the crowd where the stranger had staked his claim. It was game time.

“You come here alone?” You asked. Your voice was barely a whisper above the heavy thrumming of the music.

He gave you a long look up and down before answering as if he were trying to size you up. Something about having his gaze linger on your body made your heartbeat soar. “I’m not looking for company,” His accented tone was gruff but left a sliver of room for reconsideration. You took the chance. What could go wrong?

With as much tact and grace as you could muster you let yourself slip a little closer to him. “What, do I look too expensive for you?” you teased, before backing off with a grin, “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m not here for that. My job is a little more… dangerous.” As you danced, the hem of your dress rode up your thigh just enough to reveal the knife holster in your garter belt. It pleased you greatly to see this handsome stranger do a double-take; that meant he was looking at your upper thigh in the first place. “I just liked what I saw in you… do you like what you see in me?”

Somehow, your little joke had endeared him to you, however minutely. Instead of brushing you off the man paused his jerky dancing for a moment to really take you in. Then, he caved. “Would you like a drink?” He asked.

You smirked. “Who would I be if I turned down a free drink from a handsome stranger,”

He met you in the middle as he offered you his hand. “I never promised it would be free,”

So, the two of you found yourselves at the bar, bodies leaned into each other and away from the rest of the sweltering crowd as the bartender slid you your order. The stranger was drinking a brandy straight while you opted for a sidecar. It was enough alcohol that you were starting to feel pretty buzzed, but you still felt in full control of yourself. You took a long sip before speaking. “So, what should I call you?”

It took him a moment to respond but once he did, he seemed sure of himself. “You can call me Helmut, but Baron is fine as well,”

You cocked up an eyebrow. “Is that a nickname?”

“More of a title,”

He took a drink as you gawked. “Like royalty?”

“Not like. I am,”

Your cheeks flushed. The rational part of your mind was so stunned by the ease with which Helmut lied that it seemed to short circuit completely, leaving you very puzzled and more than a little intrigued. “Well, pardon me, Mr. Baron. What’s royalty like you doing in a place like this?”

“There are plenty of reasons a man like me would have business here. A woman as beautiful as you, though… not so much,” he waved his hand in loose gestures as he spoke, “Why risk your life and beauty for this? A life living in the underground where you cannot so much as dream of seeing the stars?”

You finished your drink in one large swig. It burned down your throat but you relished in the pain. “Not all of us are lucky enough to be born in a place where we can see the stars. Funny enough, though, I’m just about to get out,”

“Is that right?”

“I finally saved up enough money from small jobs to buy my way out from under the Power Broker’s thumb,” Something about the way Helmut smiled at you made you feel safe. It was like you could tell him your worst, darkest secrets and not feel an ounce of fear or guilt. “I’m nothing special here, a small-time bounty hunter, and I kept it that way for a reason. I’m not valuable and I don’t know much. If I just pay my dues and keep the money coming until I can get their claws out of my back, I should be free to leave with a freighter tomorrow morning,”

Helmut was quick to respond. “Ah, travel by freighter. It’s terribly dangerous to be a stowaway, you know? Impossible to predict quite what the seas will be like,”

“Well, that’s just a risk I’ll have to take to get out of here and stop… what was it that you said I was doing? Risking my life and beauty?”

The two of you chuckled as Helmut took one last drink to empty his glass. Then, the conversation stilled. Around you people were alive, gyrating to the music as their pulses thumped to the beat, but it was like they weren’t even there. Instead, your whole being was focused on the strange man in front of you who had stolen away your sensibilities with his cool tone and thick accent. He made you feel alive. No, more than alive. Every color was brighter, every sound was sharper, every sip of your drink was crisper. He was a once-in-a-lifetime man, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime night. Oh, to hell with it!

“I like you, Baron,” you purred, pressing yourself close to him. His breath hitched the moment you touched him. He acted as if it had been a very long time since he was last touched like that. “And I think you like me too. In fact, I think you like me enough that we should take this conversation somewhere a little more private. What do you say?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gloved hand made its way around your wrist, and in a moment’s time, he was pulling you across the crowded dance floor towards a small, secluded hallway. You assumed that meant yes.

The instant you made it to the shelter of the shadows Helmut was on you like a man starved. One of his hands was quick to explore the skin just above the hem of your dress as the other pressed against the wall, caging you in and holding you as a more than willing hostage to his affections. He didn’t kiss your face, and you weren’t complaining about that, but he did put his mouth to good use sucking a dark bruise into your collarbone. His ministrations only stopped when a high, keening sound escaped your lips.

“You like that, don’t you, meine kleine schlampe?” he growled through gritted teeth. Something about his tone turned your already weak legs to jelly. The second you went limp in his grip, though, he pulled back. Straightening himself out, he offered you a steadying arm. You took it without hesitation. “I’m terribly sorry to be so rude. I assure you that I am not usually the type of man to hook up with someone on a whim, I’ve simply been… indisposed for many years and haven’t had many opportunities for pleasure, especially not with a woman as beautiful as you,”

His compliment was enough to have you blushing like a schoolgirl. You had killed more people than you could reasonably count, and probably fucked even more, but something about the way Helmut looked and sounded and acted made you feel almost innocent to his advances. He was a drug and you needed to get your fix before he disappeared forever.

“Does that mean you think I’m special?” You asked, all doe eyes with an innocent smile. Helmut ate it right up.

“Yes, schatzi. Very special,”

You hitched a leg up, letting your heel dig into his expensive dress pants and drag him closer to you once again. “First your little slut and now your little treasure? Which one is it, Helmut?”

“And so smart,”

“Move, Baron!”

At your insistence, Helmut was on you once again, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck as he fiddled with his gloves, yanking them off and shoving them in his back pocket before he continued. “So demanding,” he chided, and yet he continued to lavish you with affection, his hand climbing higher and higher up your thigh. Your back was pressed flush to the wall now, and you were painfully aware of just how warm Helmut was. He smelled like a rich man’s cologne and yet his skin tasted of cheap soap when you leaned in to give him a bruise of his own.

“You love it,” you replied. He let out a husky laugh.

“I suppose I do,” he chuckled, and then his fingers brushed over your core. Your knees buckled. Helmut kept you upright with his body as he continued to taunt you through your underwear, but he seemed more confident now, almost cocky. “My needy schatzi, have you no patience?”

Your response was breathless; a confession.

“Not with you,”

Something about your words lit a fire in Helmut’s eyes. In an instant he had your leg hiked up while he ground his hardened length against your clothed wetness. Your mind went blank. He felt big. A mindless whimper fell from your lips.

“How do you want me?” Helmut asked. As he spoke he ran a light finger down your elevated thigh. You offered up another whimper. “I’ll need you to use your words and tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” His tone had you wet enough that you worried you were dripping.

With a gulp, you managed to fumble out the words. “I’ll blow you first if you promise to fuck me,”

That had him grinning like a wolf. “Perhaps you are my little schlampe, so eager to get down on your knees for me…” And you were. Even on shaky legs, you found yourself happily falling to your knees as the Baron fumbled with his fly. It was only then that you found yourself gazing down the hall towards the cacophony of lights and sounds and people maybe 20 feet away from your hiding place in the shadows. As if he could sense your discomfort, Helmut paused. “Are you alright?”

You nodded quickly. “I just forgot we were out in the open for a second,”

“Do you want to stop? If the location is the problem, I would gladly pause so we can find a new hideaway,” he stopped short, looking down and meeting your heavily lidded gaze, “or perhaps the idea of putting on a show excites you?” Your heart jumped out of your chest. Helmut noticed. “Well, if my little schlampe is so keen on putting on a show, she should get a move on,”

That was your cue to get to work. In a swift motion, you finished unzipping his fly and shifted his boxers, letting his lovely cock spring free. It was a pleasant penis and far as they went, average in length but thick with a leaking purple tip at half-mast. Just looking at it made you clamp your legs together.

Slowly, you gave a tentative lick up the underside of his length. He felt heavy on your tongue in the best of ways. Helmut jerked upward, a man possessed. You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s been a long time, huh?”

“Less talking, more working little schlam-” you cut Helmut off quickly by taking most of his length into his mouth. That seemed to shut him up. His wolf-like grin had dissolved into a slack-jawed mess the second you started to suck him off. Oh, this was going to be fun.

For the most part, the Baron let you set the pace, bobbing your head and taking as much of his length as you comfortably could, but after a short while his hands were buried in your hair as he fought the urge to buck into your throat, hard. With a particularly rough snap of his hips, Helmut pulled away.

“You are an angel from heaven, schatzi,” he groaned, pulling himself slowly from your mouth as you got your first good deep breath in a while, “but a deal is a deal, and it wouldn’t be quite fair if I got to have all the fun, now would it?” Your breath hitched in your throat. Finally time for the main event.

Helmut was surprisingly gentle with you as he offered you a hand and helped you back up, only pausing to wipe a line of dribble off your chin with his thumb. With anyone else, it would have felt wholly humiliating but with Helmut… well, it did things to you you would rather not admit. You quirked up an eyebrow, though, when he got on his knees in turn, mirroring your past position. “What are you doing, Baron?”

“I simply assumed my sweet schatzi would enjoy a reward for taking my cock so well,” his words had you biting your lip as your cheeks flushed, “now be a good girl and take what I give you. I want to hear those pretty noises you made earlier,” With that, his face disappeared under your skirt. He pulled down your panties and… snickered?

“What now?” you groaned, squirming as his hot breath hit your exposed nub.

“You’re sopping wet,” he replied. Out of habit, you moved to shut your legs but found Helmut’s large hand was holding them open. “I do enjoy being sandwiched between your thighs, but you shouldn’t hide yourself from me. Take your pleasure. You’ve earned it,” That was when he began his assault on your folds.

You had been with plenty of partners over the years, all with varying proficiencies when it came to giving pleasure, but no one had ever made you feel quite as good as Helmut did while you gripped his hair and rode his face with reckless abandon. He always hit just the right spot, alternating between sucking on your sensitive clit and running his rough tongue in sloppy circles against it. In no time flat your pleasure was building toward’s its peak as your knees trembled.

“Helmut,” you squeaked, “Helmut I’m gonna cuuuUUOH!”

You were suddenly thrown over the edge of pleasure as the Baron worked you open with his fingers, pressing that spot inside of you just right. It was a revelation. Nothing would ever compare to him and you hadn’t even fucked yet. Once you had regained some semblance of stability he emerged from his place between your thighs, face slick with your juices, wearing the expression of a cat that got the cream.

“You make such lovely sounds for me, schatzi,” Helmut groaned, rising from his place at your feet and reaching into his pocket. While he fumbled for a condom you took the time to actually remove your panties, lifting one shaky leg at a time before balling them up and tossing them on the ground. You could grab them later. Or not! In all honesty, your ruined undies were the last thing on your mind as your watched Helmut roll the condom onto his proud cock, pumping himself a few times. “Now, are you sure you want this?”

You had never felt more sober in your whole life despite the drinks you’d downed earlier.

“God, yes,”

“Wonderful,”

He caged you into his body once again, lining himself up on your slick folds, and then with a pronounced bite against your collarbone, he was entering you. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, you just felt full, like a missing piece of your body had been completed. For the first few thrusts, you were too blissed out to really take note of anything around you, but once you tuned back into the world of the living you realized Helmut was talking. Well, babbling was more like it. He seemed to simply be speaking his stream of consciousness into your ear as he pistoned in and out of you like a madman. There was a jilted rhythm to it, but the abnormality kept you on your toes.

“I won’t be letting you go any time soon, schatzi, and definitely not on some dank freighter like a rat from the gutters. No, you will travel with me. Once I help my friends and slip away from the front lines I can take you anywhere your little heart desires. Paris, Vienna, Australia… Mein Gott, what a sweet cunt,”

Any sane woman, after hearing his sex-drunken musings, would have run. They would have heard the wild ramblings of a madman and left after their little fling was done to never see him again. It was only rational. He didn’t even know your real name. Sane women didn’t run away with strangers claiming to be barons they hooked up with in a seedy club selling stolen Van Goghs in a hub of the criminal underworld.

The only thing was, though, that you weren’t a sane woman.

You were a killer, a child left in the streets to live or die who had scraped themselves together and dragged themselves towards life. So what if the idea of some rich mysterious benefactor with a good dick coming in to save the day sounded fantastic? It was fantastic. Like your own personal version of Pretty Woman. Even if he wasn’t as rich as he claimed to be, being poor and getting dicked down by him was better than being poor and alone.

For just a moment, and with no regrets, you let yourself get lost in the fantasy and just let go.

It was as if Helmut could sense a difference.

“Are you close, little schlampe?” He gasped, letting his thrusts take on a faster staccato rhythm.

You could do little more than moan and nod as he pounded you into the wall. That seemed to be enough for him to get the message, though.

“What a good girl,” he purred. His mouth was so close to your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh with each heaving breath he took. As he chased his own climax, he brought a hand between your bodies and rubbed tight, wet circles around your clit. It was already sensitive, your body was only barely recovering from your first orgasm, and yet something about the overstimulation was thrilling, like racing towards an impossible dream. With a shout, you came for the second time, melting into Baron Helmut’s arms as he quickly followed.

The two of you stayed there, slumped against the cool wall and still connected by your dripping sexes, for a few moments, breathing heavy. Surprisingly, you were the first to speak.

“Wow,” you breathed, letting a soft laugh escape your lips.

Helmut returned the sentiment. “You were wonderful,” In a strange moment of intimacy, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, but then he pulled out, tying off the full condom and tossing it to the ground as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his fly.

“Are you just gonna leave that there?” you made a gesture towards his litter.

“They have janitors,”

A burbling laugh escaped from your lips. “That they do,”

Back in the main room of the party, the crowd had only grown larger as the night progressed. Nobody had seen you, nor had they noticed your cries as they danced and drank and made merry under the neon lights. You were, for all intents and purposes, invisible at Helmut’s side. Within and without. There was something exhilarating about knowing he was the only one that truly saw you in a room packed with hundreds. It was like something out of a twisted fairytale.

“So…” you broached the subject gently while you pulled down your dress to protect your modesty, “Did you mean what you said back there about Paris and Vienna, or…”

“Oh, you heard that?”

You snickered. “It was pretty hard not to with you breathing in my ear,”

“I apologize,” he leaned against the wall beside you, shoulder to shoulder in the darkness, “but yes, I meant what I said. I-”

Suddenly, from down the hall, a booming voice interrupted your moment.

“There you are!”

“Goddamnit, Zemo, I thought we told you to stay low not hire an escort,”

There, at the mouth of the hallway, stood two massive men. They were obviously displeased, and though their faces were obscured by the lights you could tell you weren’t the one they were after.

They called him Zemo… where had you heard that name before?

Helmut stepped away from the wall with a shrug. “At least I didn’t cause a scene by forgetting to put my phone on silent,”

The larger of the two men stayed where he was, while the other walked to meet the Baron in the middle.

“I swear to God, man, you’ve gotten ten times more insufferable since I learned you were rich.

The Baron shrugged. “It comes with the territory,”

“But you don’t have to be such a jackass about it,”

You felt it was a good time to chime in.

“Thank you so much for that, Helmut, but I think I should give you guys some privacy,” you said, straightening out your dress and walking deeper into the hallway. There had to be an exit somewhere…

“Wait!” When you turned, you found Helmut rushing to meet you. The men in the background looked shocked and almost smug. “Save your money. Meet me out at the airstrip tomorrow afternoon if you feel like seeing me again. If not, know that the Power Broker doesn’t let go of assets cheap, and you just slept with a man with a million dollar bounty, so buying your freedom isn’t an option. If you want to go without me, you’ll have to hitch a ride on a cargo ship but not as a stowaway. Working for your keep is the best way to stay under the radar. Nobody can touch you once you’r-”

You cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’ll see you at your private jet, Baron,”

He smirked. “So you will,” With as much gusto as a man could muster, he returned to his companions but not before offering one last goodbye. “Farewell, schatzi, until tomorrow,”

As you leaned up against the wall once more, you watched them go with a twinkle in your eye.

“Who was that?”

“None of your business, James,”

“Guys, what the hell did I just step on?”

“I believe that was my used rubber,”

“ZEMO!”

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed the filth! I haven’t written for Zemo before, even though I’ve loved him for years, but he’s definitely going into my main rotation now. If you have any ideas, send them my way! I’d love to fill the void, because there just aren’t very many Zemo x reader fics out there. If you enjoyed this, maybe reblog or leave a comment! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks again!

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Hello so glad to see you write for Shinichiro!! Could I have some headcanons of spending the day as Shinichiro’s s/o with Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma? Maybe having a picnic or going to the mall together? Just some fluffy Sano family time!

spending a day with shinichiro sano (feat. emma & manjiro sano): headcanons

[𖤐] hii anon; thank you for requesting this!! it was so cute and fluffy to write i kinda melted a little bit when i was writing this aaaa, i hope you like it!! <333

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✂︎ honestly, the day was supposed to be just a casual date with shinichiro; going to the mall and doing some window shopping and maybe buying a few things, then going to the food court to get some food before riding to the riverside to watch the sunset. nothing really out there, but just spending time with him was enough for you, so you didn’t really need any sort of fancy date.

✂︎ at least, that was the original plan. you weren’t sure how you had ended up taking emma and mikey along with the two of you, but frankly, you didn’t really mind. there’s probably a lot of other people who would have some...thoughts, if their boyfriend’s little siblings tagged along on their date, but emma and mikey were always such sweethearts, (to you at least) so you actually thought it was a nice change of pace.

✂︎ hm, well, now that you think about it, the both of them coming wasn’t really supposed to happen in the first place. it was pretty nice weather out, so you and shinichiro had decided to walk to the mall instead of taking his bike. the both of you had figured it would be a nice change of pace and that the fresh air would do both of you some good, but you two were so wrapped up in your conversation with each other that you didn’t even notice the steps following you two. it wasn’t until you were almost at the mall that you and shinichiro had realized emma and mikey had tagged along.

“what were you thinking of buying, (y/n)?”

“hm, i’m not really too sure yet, maybe some-”

“i can’t believe that didn’t see us the entire walk!! we’re just that stealthy, emma!”

“what the hell-”

✂︎ and just like that, your date was crashed by the two little kids who had followed you on your way to the mall. according to emma, the only reason she was here was because she was trying to stop mikey, but by the time she finally was able to pull him back, she didn’t know how to get back home, so she just decided to follow you. according to mikey, he had followed you two because...well, just because he wanted to.

✂︎ mikey’s response earned him a punch on the head from shinichiro, who started yelling about how he can’t just crash his date, ‘just because he wants to’.

✂︎ it was obvious from his body language that shinichiro was feeling pretty exasperated from all this, and you can’t really blame him. i mean, who would expect for their little brother to purposefully follow him while he goes on a date?

“sorry about this (y/n), i should’ve noticed they were following us sooner. if you don’t mind, i can run them back real quick while you go look at some shops, how’s that?”

“...hm, actually, if it doesn’t bother you, how about we just take them with us? i don’t really mind that they came along; i really like emma and mikey, and if we take them with us, then you don’t have to go all the way back. is that alright with you?”

“are you sure, (y/n)? mikey can be a little troublemaker sometimes-”

“hey, shut up!! am not!!”

“yes you are!!”

“i’m sure it’s fine, now both of you stop yelling at each other, people are staring!!”

✂︎ gonna be honest here, the two of you looked like a family when you walked into the mall. mikey was sitting on shinichiro’s shoulders while shinichiro kept a firm grip on his legs, and emma was holding your much bigger hand in her smaller one, looking around a bit curiously.

✂︎ as you all walk around, looking at the different shops, there’s going to be a lot of commentary about literally everything from mikey. he’s going to be commentating on everything he sees, whether it’s clothing or a food stand that he wants to go try, his commentary will just be endless.

“do girls really wear that sort of thing??”

“woah, that looks super cool!”

“can we get the dorayaki that’s over there, (y/n)-nii?!”

✂︎ you’ll probably start to notice emma’s longing glances at some of the things that she sees in the windows. she won’t really say anything about it, but you can tell that it’s something she wants, so you’ll go into a couple of the stores with her, asking what it is that she wants. she’ll definitely be surprised at first, but she’ll get really excited that you’re willing to get stuff for her and will show you the things that she thinks are pretty. she’ll probably start talking about how she wants to be able to wear all of the cute stuff she saw in some of the other windows someday, so you just ruffle her hair and tell her that when the time comes, you’ll definitely buy it for her.

✂︎ your actions don’t go unnoticed by shinichiro, so he’ll just be waiting for you outside the store with mikey, looking at you with a small smile on his face. he doesn’t know why, but whenever he sees you getting along with her and mikey, it just warms his heart and reminds him of how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

“stop staring at (y/n)-nii, it’s weird.”

“wha- i wasn’t-!”

“yes you were! i saw you!!”

“be quiet mikey, i’m trying to have my moment!”

✂︎ ah, well, he actually does know why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees you smiling and getting along with emma and mikey, but he’ll save that for later.

✂︎ when you and emma walk out of the store, the giddy smile on her face makes shinichiro smile down at her before turning his gaze to you, who was looking at her with a giant grin on your face as well.

“let’s go look at some more places?”

“definitely!!”

✂︎ emma is a lot more vocal from that point onward, pointing out all the different things in the shops that she thinks would look best on you. she actually has a pretty good fashion sense, so you ended up buying some of the stuff that she suggested.

✂︎ she’ll even have you try on all the clothing that she picked out for you so that you can show shinichiro, (she whispers to you it’s so that he’s struck with love when he sees you). her plan definitely worked though; when you came out of the dressing room in the clothes she had picked out for you, shinichiro was wordless for a few moments, so captivated by you that he doesn’t even know what it is he should say. he’ll probably stutter out some words after a few moments, the broken sentence resembling that of a compliment, but you’re not quite sure since it’s all pretty broken up.

“wow, uh, you look, uh...wow, you’re very...wow…”

“shinichiro-nii, can’t you think of anything else?! i thought you were supposed to be their boyfriend!! you’re making my plan fail!!”

✂︎ mikey will probably be more interested in going to the food court, and will be asking every five minutes when you guys can be finished with window shopping so that he can eat because he’s absolutely starving, (it’s a lie, he just wants dorayaki).

✂︎ you’ll probably tell shinichiro that he should probably get some new clothing as well, with emma chiming in that his taste in clothes is kinda boring and that he should spice up his wardrobe, (he feels very wounded by this and puts a hand to his heart as if he’s been fatally shot). with that, the four of you will start to look for new clothes for shinichiro. it’s quite the serious mission, so the three of you will be closely examining him whenever he steps outside of the dressing rooms. it’s also like you three are judges at a fashion show, and if you could, you would all be holding up numbers that were rating his outfits, (the employees are fairly amused by all of this).

✂︎ after you all finally find some new clothes for shinichiro, you’ll be making your final stop at the food court, the place mikey has been pestering you about going to for the entire time you were there. he immediately dragged you all over to the dorayaki place, eagerly asking if he could get one. really though, how could you say no to those eyes?

✂︎ after getting everyone something to eat, you’ll all be sitting down, emma and mikey chomping down and their food, and you and shinichiro resting your feet after all the walking you had just done.

“remind me to never bring you to the mall on a date again.”

“what, you didn’t have fun?”

“no! no, that’s not it, i just...my wallet feels lighter than before…”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, i swear.”

“but you love me.”

“...yes.”

✂︎ by the time you all are done with your food and are exiting the mall, it’s dark out, and emma and mikey are barely able to keep their eyes open, meaning that for the walk home, you were carrying emma on your back and shinichiro was carrying mikey. the walk back was rather peaceful, but what you enjoyed the most was the whispered conversation you were keeping up with your boyfriend, who was complaining about how mikey was drooling on his neck and he could feel it dripping down to his shoulder.

✂︎ after putting both the kids in their respective bedrooms and tucking them in, the two of you just crash on shinichiro’s bed, tired from all the events that had happened that day. you really had to admit though, it was times like these that you would always remember the most. the way he looked like when he was beside you, his eyes already closed as he rested his head on your arm. god, he looked so pretty…

“hmm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“just fixing the hair of my beautiful boyfriend, that’s all.”

“i see...carry on then.”

✂︎ neither of you bothered to change out of your clothes into pajamas, just deciding to leave them on and stay in each other’s embrace. in your opinion, there was truly no better way to end a day than to have shinichiro on your arms, his head fixed into the crook of your shoulder as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“love you so much (y/n)...”

“mhm, i love you too.”

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Genshin Modern AU - Stress and Comfort

Summary: Woke up late. Missed a class. Forgot that assignment due. Another one due in two days. People are downplaying the things that you do. It’s raining and you don’t have an umbrella. Sometimes the little things pile up all in one day and it feels like all you want to do is to get it over with... and your boyfriend to make everything better.

Warnings: crying, stress, mood swings, other than that it’s fluff

Characters: Kaeya, Zhongli x gn!reader

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Kaeya

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to write this part of the essay?” It wasn’t as if you were a particularly good student. But somehow, the people in your class liked asking you because you were accommodating. Ready to help with a smile on your face. Always there to turn to and rely on. “Yeah, it’s just like this…” and you spend nearly an hour explaining it.

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I can finish this part of the presentation tonight, something came up at home,” Group projects were sometimes difficult too. You understood. Things happened, but when they happened, you’d be the first one to say, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it,” Even though the presentation is tomorrow, even though you barely get enough sleep for the next day. A part of you just wants to quickly get it over with.

“You said this would come out on the test… It wasn’t even there…” The worst part of it is not even receiving any thanks. It’s the way that they look at you when you make a mistake, despite all of the good things you’ve done for them, one mistake, and they make you out and guilt you to be a bad person.

“Your analysis is all wrong, Y/N. This part over here…” Sometimes the price of that was paying with your own grade. You try to listen as the lecturer explains a part of your essay. You’re listening, but it just doesn’t register in your mind. Something about misunderstanding the concept. Those concepts that you’ve tried so hard to remember and to understand. In the end they were all mixed up and confused.

Perhaps the lecturer sees the deflated look in your eyes, and ends quite happily. “Just do better in the next one!” pats your back and lets you leave, handing you your essay graded with a C.

Do better in the next one. Easier said than done.

You shove the paper in your bag without giving it a second glance.

The cafeteria. It was slightly late for lunch but you like it that way. There weren’t a lot of people at this time, which meant you didn’t have to fight for seats. Still, as you put in your order and bring your tray of food to the nearest seat that you see, you somehow bump into someone who topples over your chosen lunch, the tray completely doing a flip and landing on your chest, then on the ground with a plop and rattle.

There’s an ugly stain on your shirt. Forget about hiding it, it had to be washed. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” and yet they can only stare at the stain. What else could they do? Dabbing it with wet tissue would just make it worse. “It’s…fine,” you wave them away, but you leave the mess on the floor in a hurry and in an embarrassed state.

You sigh once outside again. Deciding that today was enough, you make your way home.

Even then, as you sit at your study table, all washed up and changed, sketching a little something on your tablet, your mother stands at the door, observing.

“…What does that do for you?”

You jump a little in surprise and turn, looking at her blank expression. “What does what do for me?”

“That, your drawing. You’re always on the computer or tablet Y/N. If not that, then your sketchbook. That’s all you ever do,”

You turn around because you don’t want to argue. You don’t want to hear her complaining about how you do nothing but stay in all day after lessons and play games and draw. It was one of the biggest forms of comfort you had for yourself and yet she--

“Maybe try a part time job or join a club or some—”

“Mom, I’m still trying to adjust to uni,”

Why does no one understand how difficult it is to juggle the classes and do all the readings required? Why do I have to do so many things all at the same time? Can’t I do it when I choose to and when I’m ready? Can’t I do things that I enjoy?

“The degree you chose won’t even pay the bills…” You hear her mutter as she walks away. Footsteps receding into the hallways.

You push your tablet away and lay your head face down on the table. You’re trying not to lose it and finally, whatever higher being up there hears your plea to give you a break.

A phone call from Kaeya comes through.

“…Hey,” you answer.

“Hey, hun. You haven’t been replying to my messages,” there’s a lilt of playfulness in his voice. He just thinks you’ve fallen asleep or taken a nap at home or something.

“…Yeah, I—” You try to explain. You try to say that you weren’t feeling well. That you didn’t feel like talking. But would he understand? Everyone today seemed to be against you. “I just, fell asleep,” You lie and there’s a few seconds of silence on the other side.

“…You sure?” Now there’s a hint of unease in his voice. The playfulness is gone. “You ok? Do you want me to come over?” Somehow he senses that it isn’t just “falling asleep”. His simple worry and caring attitude towards you breaks whatever composure you had left. You accidentally let out a sniffle as tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… You don’t have to talk to me, but I’ll come over right now, okay?” The sniffle was enough to tell him that perhaps something had went wrong. You couldn’t help but let out a few more sniffles as tears slowly trickles down your face.

“O-okay,”

Minutes later your blue-haired boyfriend shows up at your doorstep. Despite your mom being a little hard on you earlier, when she opens the door to see him, she smiles and says. “I think they were having a bad day, I might have been a little harsh on them too,” Kaeya only grins and points a thumb to his chest. “No problem, that’s what I’m here for,” He’s still wearing his volleyball jersey.

He knocks softly on the door, “Y/N?” there’s a plastic bag in his other hand.

When you open the door your eyes were already a little red around the edges, but seeing him made your lips tremble and fresh tears fall out. “Shh… You’re okay.” He wraps you in his arms, plastic bag rustling, his hand smooths your hair down and the other rubs your back as you cry out your frustrations for the day.

The two of you stay there for what seems like a long time. You hiccupping into his chest and trying to calm down. At some point he moves the both of you on the bed and lets you curl up against him. When you finally ease up, he pulls away slightly to look at your face, then brushes away the wetness still lingering on your cheeks. “Feel better?” He whispers, as if being too loud will break you again.

You smile a little and nod at how gentle he was being. He smiles back and leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Whatever it is, just talk to me when you’re ready,” and it hits you so hard how much he’s willing to just be there with you, even though he doesn’t know what’s happening. How he wasn’t going to judge you for what you say or what you do and your face crumples and grimaces into a face that tells him you’re trying not to cry. “D-Did I say something wrong?” He’s a little startled, but you laugh a little through small droplets of tears that you wipe away by yourself. “No, you idiot. I’m just happy you’re here,”

He sighs and relaxes, taking his own hand and pinching your cheek, pulling at it a little. “Who’s the idiot? Crying and laughing at the same time?” He was joking, of course. He’d only do so when he knew you could take it. You swat his hand away with a slight glare, and he knows that he’s got a little bit of the normal you back. “Alright, come on, here,” He suddenly sits up and presents the plastic bag that he’s been holding all that time.

“Ice-cream, your favourite flavour,” rummages into it and takes out a tub the size of two fists, a little damp from the melted moisture. He’s got spoons in there too. Slowly, as you eat the tub together, you tell him about what’s been going on in uni. How people just expected you to help when you could. How you got nothing in return. How you try really hard and they somehow still end up piling on negativity into your life.

“…It’s okay to help, Y/N,” he thoughtfully says, mouth muffled cause his spoon was still in his mouth. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself too,” then he scoops another bite. “…But even if you don��t…it’s okay,” he looks up at the ceiling. “If you don’t take care of yourself…Then I’ll do it. That’ll be my job. Forever,”

You lay your head on his shoulder as he says this, still eating from your spoon “I love you,”. He smiles and presses a soft kiss atop your head. “Love you too. I’m always just a phone call away, babe,”

Zhongli

“Is there something on your mind? You’ve been quiet for the past hour,” Nothing slips by Zhongli. He’s observant. He knows you don’t feel like eating by the way you’re picking at your food. Knows that you don’t want to talk because you don’t even meet his eyes.

“…Nothing, really,” You just didn’t have the energy to talk about it.

He feels as if this date has gone awry, and he didn’t even know where he went wrong. Though, if he had to guess, it wasn’t his fault. You were just in a particularly bad mood. Not that the two of you were anywhere fancy, it was just your usual sit-down restaurant at a mall across the university.

To him, the right thing to do was give you the space you needed. So, after walking you to your room that night, he’d wait till the morning to contact you. Imagine his surprise when none of his calls go through. None of his texts were returned. He was beside himself with worry when suddenly, near the afternoon, he finally gets word from you.

“Sorry Li, I feel a little sick today. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine in no time,”

You’re bad at lying. Or was he just good at reading you? You tend to have the habit of withdrawing when you’re out of energy. To give too much without any regards to your own state, your own feelings. Sometimes you don’t realize that you had to watch over yourself too.

It’s nearly 8 at night when he knocks at your dorm room. Zhongli went through a few steps to make sure your roommate would be out tonight. It was from them that he found out you hadn’t left the room at all today, but that you weren’t sick.

“Oh… Zhongli,” You’re surprised at the amount of things he’s holding. There’s a plastic bag that seems to nearly be popping and in his other hand was a mysterious paper bag. Under his arm he’s tucked his laptop with him. He lived in the dorms too, and if someone saw him now, it would look as if he was moving into your room. “You could’ve just asked me to come over to yours,” his eyes trail away, a certain brown-headed roommate pops up in his mind.

“No, Tartaglia’s in tonight,” You make a sound of understanding. His roommate was rather…special. Too energetic for your tastes, and sometimes nosy. “What do you have there?” You ask and invite him in. He chucks the plastic bag on your bed, lays down the laptop on your table along with the mystery paper bag. He notes that you’re already in your sleepwear, which was perfect. He starts to take out a throw blanket from the plastic bag and a hoodie.

“…This..is?” You’re a little baffled by what he’s trying to convey. “…My throw blanket that you like so much…and you said you like wearing my hoodie,” then he points at the laptop. “Do you want to watch a movie in bed? I have popcorn too,”

Then you realize that he’s trying to make you feel better. He’s figured out that you weren’t really sick, possibly just mentally drained. You smile at him and lean in for a hug, to which he responds to by wrapping his arms around your back and whispering. “…I’m not…really good at these things… Tartaglia said it might make you feel better…” You chuckle in his embrace and could imagine the kind of conversation they had.

“You’re the best Zhongli,” he secretly smiles while rubbing your back up and down. He doesn’t ask questions as to why you’ve been acting the way you do, but you’re the one who offers him the answer. “It’s just school… Too many things have been piling up… My class they… They’re really nice people you know? But just… there are times where I wish they would stop asking me for help, but it feels so selfish of me… I have my own things too, but they never think about that…”

It’s always about them, you want to say, but keep your mouth shut. He runs his hand through your hair gently, internalizing the things that you’ve said. “…I see… Would you like to hear what I think?” He’d ask first, because he knew sometimes that you didn’t really want an answer. You just wanted to be listened to. You nod against his chest, you could feel his heart beating from the closeness. “I think, you’re a very selfless person, Y/N,” he places a kiss on your head. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take a break from time to time, you deserve it,” and he guides you over to your bed, wrapping the two of you up in his throw blanket. Laptop on, popcorn in the mystery paper bag as you put his hoodie on. It smells just like him.

His back leans against the wall and you’re in the safety of his arms. You’re practically in his lap, encased in his scent and warmth. He’d managed to prop his laptop up on a pile of books and the two of you watch a random movie on the screen. You were paying attention to it, but you couldn’t help but be more interested in the way his chest rises and falls. You can feel him against you, and the comfort it brings is like no other.

You turn away from the screen and rest your head at the nape of his neck. He looks down, movie still playing and asks “Tired?” You shake your head, eyes closed. “No, I’m just enjoying this…” There’s a small rumble from his chest as he lets out a small “Mm,” his eyes are glued to your face. Movie forgotten.

“…Y/N, I’ll always… be next to you,” Your eyes flutter open a little to look up at him, curious. “…Always?” He nods his head firmly to confirm, and you lean up a little to press a sweet and quick kiss on his lips. “Even when I’m not my best and I’m moody?” He chuckles at that and responds with a remark that might have slightly brought tears to your eyes.

“Especially when you’re not at your best, I’ll be there. Just call,”

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grammy night

A/n: like most of you, watching harry perform WS did something to me. i rushed to my computer to write this IMMEDIATELY... not proofread but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless! Thanks @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over and hyping me up.

summary: y/n wants to show her grammy winning boyfriend just how proud she is of him💕

warnings: smut, mentions of the pandemic!

word count: ~3k

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You decided that “Harry Styles, Grammy-nominated artist!” had a lovely ring to it.

Harry knew how proud you were of him; you had been making it known to him in the days leading up to his big night. You fretted over him more than you usually did, showered him in an obnoxious amount of compliments, and were the most intimate you’d ever been with him–– but who was he to complain? 

Obviously, he knew you could care less whether he won or lost, and quite frankly, he didn’t care either. Just being able to perform at the Grammy’s, much less open it, was the opportunity of a lifetime. The fact that he was hitting such a big professional milestone with you by his side just made it that much better. You were both buzzing.

It had been months since Harry had performed. You knew how much he missed being in front of a live audience and hearing people scream his name, conceited as he was. He had been spending so much time rehearsing the one song he was performing, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. Your boyfriend was a perfectionist, after all! If he was going to do something, he either did it one hundred and ten percent, or he didn’t do it at all.

Although you were used to your boyfriend’s pre-performance jitters, it still wasn’t an easy sight to see. He would pace so much that beads of sweat would collect in his hairline; he’d shake, tremble, and have to be reminded to breathe. You’d think after ten years of doing this he would be a pro, but he was only human, after all. 

“Been so long since I performed in front of people,” Harry muttered to you, examining his reflection in his make-shift dressing room. “‘M nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” you reply, coming up behind him to rub his shoulders. He shoots you a look in the mirror. “I know it’s easier said than done but you have nothing to worry about. It’s “Watermelon Sugar” honey–– you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve performed this one dozens of times.”

“Things are jus’ so different now,” his voice drops an octave. “What if people are tired of the song?”

“I don’t think people are tired of the song.”

“It played on the radio a lot. Came out in 2019––”

“...And you’ve been busy with other things. No one’s gonna be upset that you haven’t released new music in the middle of a pandemic H, I promise you.”

Harry’s gaze meets yours again in the mirror briefly before he tilts his head back, silently asking for a kiss. You plant one on his lips before grabbing a tissue from a small table beside him, dabbing at his hairline.

“Stop sweating everything off, Harry,” you playfully scold your boyfriend. “Make-up artist has already been by to touch you up three times already, she’s probably running out of product.”

Your boyfriend lightly chuckles at this, causing you to smile. “I’ll just tell my body to cut it out. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Sounds good,” you reply, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You alright?”

You notice Harry deeply inhale. “I think so. How do I look?”

“Like a Grammy-nominated, soon-to-be Grammy-winning, artist.” 

Harry’s skin flushes. “Stop it…” The sound of three short knocks on the door of his dressing room causes panic to flood his features.

“Hey, look at me,” you gently grab your boyfriend’s chin, turning his gaze up towards yours. “It’s my job to believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself. If you get nervous just know I’ll be sitting as close to the stage as they’ll let me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, go make me proud.”

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“Breathe me in, breathe me out…”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Harry’s nerves in his dressing room were all theatrics. He was so in his element on stage, you were one hundred percent sure no one knew he was so nervous twenty minutes prior that he was turning green. He kept looking out into the small crowd, searching for you, and flashing you a dimpled grin once he did. 

You were enjoying watching him prance around the stage while trying to keep up with the band on stage, looking a bit too proud of himself when he was able to stay on the beat while rhythmically snapping his hips along to the song. As the song came to an end and the dimmed lights started coming back on, you were led back to Harry’s dressing room by one of his guards as you heard the next performer being introduced.

“How did I do?” Harry asks loudly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

His voice causes you to jump. “You scared the shit out of me! How’d you get off stage so quickly?”

Harry grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug. “Don’t know. I basically ran to ya.”

“You did incredibly,” you tell him, lips ghosting over his. “Just like I knew you would. I don’t wanna say you were nervous for nothing, but you kinda were.”

“Don’t wanna hear your teasin’.”

“Did you see how everyone was looking at you?”

“I only saw how you were lookin’ at me. I was only lookin’ at you.”

Your body heats up at Harry’s admission, causing you to look away. “You’re so cheesy, H.”

“I think I would’ve been about fifty times more nervous if you weren’t here with me,” he presses his nose against yours. “Thank you for bein’ here, Y/N. You make this whole thing so much more doable.” Harry places one… two… three wet kisses to your cheek before pulling away, walking back over to close the door he left open during his excitement to re-join you.

“Changing?”

“Yeah,” Harry turns to look at you as he pulls off his jacket. The sight of his bare chest causes you to thickly swallow. “‘M gonna put what I was wearin’ on the red carpet back on. We’re gonna move outside.”

You simply hum in response to what Harry said, sitting back on the couch to scroll through your phone as you wait for him to finish changing. Everyone was congratulating Harry on his performance and wishing him luck on his nominations. You read all the good luck texts for him that were sent to you out loud, watching as his smile grows bigger and bigger from all the love he was being showered in.

After helping Harry powder his T-zone you let him lead you out of the small room and out into an area with spaced-out circular tables, most of them with just two or three seats at them. The Grammy’s in the middle of a pandemic was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you were pleasantly surprised at how smoothly things were running. Jeff is already sat at the table when you and Harry join him and you can visibly see him let out the breath he was holding.

“Your boyfriend ran off stage so quickly I thought I was gonna have to set up a search party to find him,” Jeff tells you, a slight hint of annoyance present in his voice. He then turns to Harry and says, “Fix your mask, please.”

“It is fixed,” Harry grumbles but adjusts it nonetheless, causing you to giggle. 

Even though it was obvious your boyfriend was enjoying himself, you could still tell he was extremely nervous the closer it became to announcing the winner of the category he was nominated in. His grip on your thigh kept growing tighter and tighter and although you didn’t hate it, you worried he might cut off your circulation soon if he didn’t let go of you soon.

“H, take a deep breath,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make my thigh fall off.”

“Sorry, love,” if you could see his mouth under his mask, you’d see him biting his plump lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my fuckin’ life.”

“Never?”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. I’m asking you.”

You see Harry’s eyes crinkle. “Maybe when I asked you out for the first time.”

“You are seriously so cheesy.”

Harry doesn’t respond, just takes your hand in his and directs his attention back to the stage. His palm is sweaty in yours but you don’t release his grip on your hand, wanting to offer him as much comfort as you possibly could.

When they start naming the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, you literally have to remind Harry to control his breathing. Although he won’t be upset if he doesn’t win, you know it would still mean quite a bit to him if he did.

“And the winner for Best Pop Solo Performance is… Harry Styles!”

Your mouth falls open in shock as you turn to fully face your boyfriend who was looking down at your intertwined hands, eyes wide in surprise. He genuinely wasn’t expecting to win and that made this victory that much sweeter. 

“Harry!” You yell to be heard above the cheers and applause of his colleagues in the crowd. Jeff stands and grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him out of his seat and into a tight hug. You stand up and clap loudly in admiration for your boyfriend, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He removes himself from Jeff and pulls you into him, your head pressed against his chest.

“I won a fuckin’ Grammy!” Harry shouts.

“I know!” You shout back, probably more excited than he was. “Get up there!”

Your boyfriend quickly removes his mask and hands it to you before hurrying to the makeshift stage, hugging the presenter before touching his Grammy in awe. He picks it up and then slowly sets it back down, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much…” 

You can’t stop the few tears that spill over your waterline–– you were so unbelievably proud of him. You’re not even paying attention to his acceptance speech as you’re too preoccupied with looking at everyone staring at your boyfriend in admiration. 

“Lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend who’s sitting right there next to my manager, Jeffrey. She’s my number one fan, always believes in me when I don’t believe in myself,” he looks down at his shoes bashfully. “Wouldn’t be half the man I am today if it weren’t for her. This is our Grammy, love.”

You blow kisses to your boyfriend, ignoring the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. As far as you were concerned, you and Harry were the only two people around at that moment. Your heart couldn’t have been any more full.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

To absolutely no one's surprise, you and Harry couldn’t keep your hands off each other for the remainder of the night. You were relieved there were no after parties being held that Harry would be expected to attend due to the pandemic because you could not get him alone fast enough.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Harry sets his Grammy on the foyer table as he kicks off his shoes. “Just us, innit? We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”

“I’m just so proud,” you tell him breathlessly, sucking on the underside of his jaw. “Let me show you.”

“You have been showin’ me. A lot, actually,” Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes in pleasure as you lick tantalizingly slow against his veiny neck. “Guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, though.”

“Do you want me to blow you or not?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s gonna happen here?”

“If you’re gonna be annoying, then no.”

“Kiiiding,” Harry rolls his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “C’mon, let me get you upstairs.”

”You’re the one that won a Grammy, not me,” you remind him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Harry lets out a quiet hum, guiding you towards the couch. “Exactly–– I’m the winner. Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want tonight?” He falls backward onto the couch, pulling you atop his lap. His hand roams down the front of your dress and he squeezes your breasts roughly, clearly delighted that you decided to forgo a bra tonight.

“I suppose,” you answer, biting back a moan. 

“You suppose? Not in the mood for it tonight?” He starts to retract his hand but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“I am!” You don’t even try to hide how desperate you are for your boyfriend.

“Gonna let me taste you, hmm?” As Harry asks his question he slowly slides off the couch and onto his knees in front of you, bunching your dress up around your hips. He leans in close to your already dripping center and inhales deeply, a blissed-out look on his face. “Smell fuckin’ incredible. I gotta taste ya.”

You spread your legs wider without even thinking about it, almost as if it’s on instinct. Harry easily moves your underwear to the side and immediately connects his lips with your clit, not giving you time to adjust to the sensation before he’s just going at it.

“Oh, Harry…”

“Rings on or off?” His voice is muffled due to your thighs being clamped around his head, but you can still understand what he’s saying.

“On!”

Harry chuckles against your cunt before sliding his index finger in with ease, loving the way you immediately clenched around the digit. “Y’like that, lovie? Wanna take another one?”

“Please.” Your boyfriend already has you breathless despite the fact that he was just getting started.

Harry slips his middle finger into you along with his index finger and starts curling it up in the way he knew you liked, trying his hardest to stimulate your g-spot. He looks extremely focused; leave it to Harry to make a night that was supposed to be all about him, not.

“S’fuckin’ tight,” he says, more so to himself. “You’d think with all the shags we’ve been ‘avin lately you’d be used to my fingers by now.”

You let out a loud groan at your boyfriend’s dirty talk. He knew that it was one of your biggest kinks so he usually overdid it just a tad bit. It’s not like you were complaining, though.

“Guess that means you’re not fuckin’ me hard enough, huh?”

Harry stops his movements and looks up at you through slightly hooded eyes, an amused (but not really) look on his face. “Not fuckin’ you hard enough? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

You can tell by the tone of Harry’s voice that he has it out for you now, but there’s no use in recanting your statement. He was about to make sweet, primal, love to you and god were you ready. Harry goes back to mercilessly fucking into you with his thick fingers, speeding up or slowing down his pace based on how you clench around him.

”Fuck, H.”

“Feels nice?” He goes from moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion to a scissoring motion which feels just as good if not better.

“Yeah, really nice,” your fingers are tangled in Harry’s hair and you know he’ll give you hell later for getting it all knotted. “I’m close.”

“Already? Haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” Harry removes his fingers from you aching cunt agonizingly slow, wiping them on his expensive Gucci trousers. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to fix that, yeah?”

“I guess so.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight, pet. Is that really any way to treat your Grammy-winning boyfriend-”

“Harry, come off it!” You exclaim, letting out a loud laugh as you watch him stand up and unbutton his pants. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

Harry shoots you one of his blindingly bright smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as his pants pool around his feet. “Hey, ‘m just statin’ facts.”

He collapses onto the couch and pats his lap, giving his leaking cock two quick tugs. “Ride me.”

“Just because you won a Grammy doesn’t mean you don’t have to ask nicely anymore.”

“Y/N, my beautiful, dazzling, elegant girlfriend, will you please do me the honors of riding––”

“Why do you make everything so weird?” You groan as Harry laughs and pulls you into his lap with ease, wincing when your thigh brushes against his cock. Wordlessly, he places his hands on your hips and helps you sink down onto him, taking his lip in between his teeth to keep from yelling out.

”Fuck me…”

“I’m about to,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjust to his size. His hands roam the expanse of your back as he waits for you to get used to the feeling on him, wanting to feel every part of your body all at once. Without warning, you begin sluggishly rolling your hips. You were in no rush anymore; you had him inside of you, and that was all you wanted from the start.

“S’that all you got in ya?” His tone is cheeky, almost mocking. “I think you can give me more than tha’.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Why’s that?” Harry bucks his hips upward slightly causing you to let out a loud gasp.

“I just want you to fuck me. I don’t wanna do any work.”

At this, Harry quickly flips you over so your sweaty body is now below his. You moan at the sensation the new angle immediately brought you. “Want me on top like this? This is how you wanna have me, angel?”

You nod. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Harry,” your eyes squeeze shut as Harry begins quickly thrusting into you. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Harry reaches his hand down to thumb at you clit and raises an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.

“God,” you grab onto your breasts to prevent them from bouncing around as Harry’s thrusting into you but he rips your hand away.

“Wanna see ‘em.”

“Right there,” you moan, no longer trying to bite back your sounds of pleasure. Between Harry eating you out, fingering you, and now fucking you harder than he has in ages, you were a few sloppy thrusts away from coming all over his cock. “I’m gonna cum–”

“...Already?”

You know he’s teasing but you still reach between your sweaty bodies to swat at his bare chest. “Don’t tease!”

“‘M messin’ with ya, puppy,” Harry pushes his curls out of his eyes. “I’m almost there- you first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Harry doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spasm around his cock as soon as he tells you to, lifting your hips up to meet him as you could tell he was growing tired. Harry pulls out moments later, muttering a quick, “Where do you want it?” before finishing on your chest.

The silence that fills the room is comforting but of course, it’s cut short by your pest of a boyfriend.

“If that's what I got just for winning one Grammy, what would I get if I won the others?”