#he like. gracefully trips in slow motion

[curetapwater]

Black Doom: These are our special babies that we're raising in an active war zone. Protecc them.

Me: [trips over one and immediately dies]

[the-kr8tor]

Hello thank you for doing my hobie x Rockstar reader I swear you're going to get a annoyed with me and these requests but you do them so fucking perfect🥰😘

But I do have a new request for you can you do a Hobie x gang leader reader

Where reader always comes back home injured or what little bruises and she refuses to tell him where she goes through sundown and midnight so he gets tired of her excuses and decides to follow her and find out she's a whole gaming leader and she's in the middle of a fight 😘🥰

Hi hun! Thanks for requesting again! this took on a life of it's own lol, I just finished playing miles morales, so i got inspired lmao. Hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x Gang leader! Reader

TW blood, TW injuries, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort.

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Hobie shouldn't be following you, but he has had enough of you coming home bruised and injured in random places. At first he thought that clumsiness got the best of you, he'd gladly take care of you, occasionally patting your bruises with a cold compress, or cleaning up little scratches with an antibiotic. But last night you came home with a deep gash on your shoulder, your once smooth skin marred by splotches of dried blood, you tried to hide it with a sweater, thinking he wouldn't notice you wincing everytime you moved your arms.

Of course he would notice.

He needs to know who keeps hurting you, someone needs to pay for the pain they've cost you. He keeps trying to ask you what happened but you keep dodging his questions.

"Just a scratch, babe"

"I tripped and fell, ain't that funny?"

"I bruise easily, remember?"

He jumps gracefully from a rooftop, swinging from building to building, not making a single sound as to not give away his position. Hobie follows your dark clad form, your hoodie hiding your scowl.

You cut through an alleyway, Hobie's spidey senses go off, sending electricity through his body. In slow motion, a squad of red armoured men ambush you, readying their weapons to shoot in your direction.

His heart thumps loudly in his chest "no, not you"

Questions rush through his mind rapidly. Did they find out that you're close to him, and you've been fighting for your life this whole time? How'd they find you? Do they know his secret identity? Why didn't you tell him?

Hobie jumps head first towards the alley, but before he could land, he hears you yell, not in pain but in anger. His head snaps towards the sound, expecting to see you cowering in defense, instead he sees you uppercut one of the intruders, shattering their mask into tiny shards.

The purple glow of your metal gauntlets shine brightly in the dark alley. The dark clothing you're wearing is now covered in the same glow, slowly wrapping around you like vines, forming metal plates around you like armour.

He stares in awe at your tech, forgetting for a second that you're in a fight.

He jumps into the fray, as he sees you dodge an oncoming kick, in retaliation, you punch the man in the stomach, hard. Hobie smirks at your hidden strength.

"Never thought you had it in you, love!" Hobie yells as he webs a man to the wall, effectively trapping him.

"This is none of your business, spiderman!" Your voice sounds robotic through the metal mask you're now wearing. The bright purple glow of your eyes stares angrily at Hobie.

You probably still think he doesn't know that you're under there, thinking your Hobie just so happens to stumble upon the fight.

Good on you for trying to hide your secret identity, it just so happens you hid his too. Hobie decides to play along for now. He'll ask you questions later.

Shit you curse, you never thought your boyfriend would show up while you're on your way to hq, coincidentally while you get ambushed by Roxxon. Just your luck.

While you're distracted, one of the men gets closer to you with a knuckle aimed at your face, you dodge at the last minute, the incoming punch hits your injured shoulder instead. You scream in pain, knees giving out, your heavy gauntlets weigh you down on the dirty concrete. You can feel the crude stitches opening up.

Hobie hears your screams, he sees your form crouched on the concrete, while one of the assailants aims his weapon at your head.

You're too far away from him, he's not gonna make it, his heart pounds loudly on his chest.

He has the brilliant idea to use his guitar. Hobie takes it from his back, quickly strumming its strings, a loud electric shockwave pulsates from the guitar, knocking back all the enemies except for you, as you brace yourself on the concrete.

Hobie races towards you, your ears ring from the loud sound, not hearing him call your name. All you feel is a presence coming towards you, fast.

Without missing a beat, you reprogram your gauntlets into a sword, the now sharp metal glinting in the moonlight.

You turn sharply towards the presence, you swing your sword, recognizing his suit you stop yourself from swinging, stopping just by his neck, you breathe out. Shit.

"Shit" you let go of your sword, it drops on the concrete in a metallic clang.

"Fuck" the whites of his mask widened.

You both hear a groan from behind you, turning around, one of the armoured men is starting to wake up.

Hobie needs to talk to you, preferably not here. Quickly grabbing your waist, careful not to touch your shoulder, he swings you both away from the alley.

"Let me go!" You scream out, still acting like you don't know him.

"We need to talk!" Hobie yells so you could hear him through your yelling and the loud wind.

"What?!"

Your questions get answered when you both end up on your flat's rooftop, you can see from your peripheral the flower you planted months ago.

"Oh, shit" you say meekly, adrenaline slowly fading away. The metal mask makes your voice sound robotic.

"Oh shit, that's right, love!" He takes off his mask, frustrated. "I thought someone was hurting you! And you're out here playing vigilante!"

Your eyes widen at his outburst "look who's talking!" You scoff, pointing at his suit.

He waits for his breathing to calm down, to think that if he wasn't following you tonight you would've– no he doesn't want to think about it.

Hobie looks at your face still covered in metal.

Hobie huffs, exasperated "why didn't you tell me?" He asks, hurt on his face.

"I didn't want you to worry" you're afraid to cross the small distance. "Roxxon needed to pay for what they did"

"You're part of the underground then?" He gestures towards your purple armor. Hobie remembers fighting some goons in the same armor as you, back when he didn't know what their mission was, thinking they're another gang wreaking havoc in the city. They called themselves the underground.

"I AM the underground" you proudly say.

Hobie's chest fills with pride, you're right Roxxon needed to pay, those innocent people didn't deserve what that evil corporation did to them.

Hobie exhales out his anger, finally crossing the distance between you, still unsure whether to touch you or not.

"You alright?" His hand hovers over your shoulder.

You take a step towards him, the tips of your shoes kissing his, non-verbally telling him it's okay to get close to you.

Hobie understands your signal "Let me see you, please" he cups your jaw, the harsh metal grazing his hand.

You push a small button on the side, finally showing your face.

"There you are," Hobie smiles softly. He rubs your cheeks fondly.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay, please don't-" you hesitate for a second "don't make me stop what I'm doing, someone has to do it"

"I know" Hobie embraces you, putting his head on the crook of your neck "trust me, I know"

You should've told him, no one else knows how heavy the burden of responsibility is except for Hobie. He would've helped you carry yours.

You hug him tightly, ignoring the searing pain in your shoulder, you cling to his vest, blinking away tears that tries to escape you

"I'm sorry"

You should've told him.

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[lavendarlily]

42 pitch pearl

THIS ONE REALLY GOT AWAY FROM ME BUT I LOVE IT

42. dragging the other with them, holding their hand

The annual carnival had finally made its way back to Amity Park for the weekend. Game booths and rickety rides decorated the community park and brought a colorful glow to the summer night. 

It was late enough that most of the younger children had gone home already, leaving the teens of Amity Park to relish in a night of limited supervision. There was nothing like the feeling of freedom that a summer night brought. 

Danny loved it.

He tugged on his boyfriend’s hand, who was getting caught up in the lights and the sounds and the smells. He laughed, trying to read Phantom’s expression through his thorough disguise. A brimmed hat covered his head and a mask hid most of his telling features on his face. As long as his eyes didn’t glow too much, they could maybe get away with it. Danny had to beg him to come, but he understood the hesitation in going out in public. Because of fans and haters alike, it was hard for Phantom to be in crowded places. Add that to the fact that no one knew about their relationship (except for Sam and Tucker of course), it was nearly impossible for them to do things together like this.

Needless to say, tonight had to be perfect.

“What do you wanna do first?” Danny asked as they walked around the fairgrounds. “There’s the Cyclone coaster, or the Zero Gravity ride. I really like-”

“What is that?!” Phantom cried, tugging Danny through the crowd. Danny nearly tripped on his own feet with how fast he was being dragged. Phantom led them to a ride with a short line and cutesy sign over the entrance. Danny grimaced when he realized where they’d ended up.

“The Loopy Ladybugs?” he asked, giving his boyfriend the side-eye. 

His words were lost to Phantom, whose focus was solely on the spinning bugs in front of them. 

“I wanna do this one,” he said, plain and simple.

Danny was about to protest that this ride was for children, but he bit his tongue. Not only was this their one night to do something together, but it was also one of the few opportunities Phantom got to experience normal human activities. He suddenly felt guilty, but shook it off and put on his best smile. 

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

The operator opened up the gate and Phantom bolted to the nearest car. Danny chuckled as he lightly jogged to catch up. The other boy had chosen a bright purple bug for them and was impatiently waiting for the ride to start.

Danny had barely stepped foot into the car when Phantom started firing off questions. “How does this work? How fast does it go? Will other people bump into us?” He took a seat across from the ghost and explained the mechanics of the ride - all you had to do was spin the wheel in the middle to make the cart spin however fast you wanted to.

Phantom’s eyes gleamed in excitement. Danny gulped. 

The operator came by to shut the car door and after announcing the rules, started the ride. Immediately Phantom grabbed at the wheel and used his more-than-human strength to get their car spinning like his after-life depended on it. 

“Wh-whoah, Phantom. That’s- oh god. I’m gonna-.” 

Danny began feeling his dinner making its way back up his throat. His face may have been just as green as Phantom’s at that point. 

The other boy hardly noticed Danny’s motion sickness. He was completely giddy, hair blowing in the wind, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughed in amusement. 

If Danny didn’t feel so nauseous, he probably would have had to resist the urge to kiss him. 

Soon (but not soon enough) the ride began to slow, despite Phantom’s protests. The doors unlocked and Danny woozily stood, grasping onto the sides, gulping for air. Phantom hopped out gracefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What next?”

Danny was hunched over, and held up a finger. “One…one second,” he breathed. 

Ignoring this, Phantom grabbed one of Danny’s hands and pulled him through the exit and back into the middle of the fairgrounds. His eyes searched hungrily for their next activity.

“There! Let’s do that!” He pointed animatedly towards a game booth with the hand that wasn’t clutching Danny’s, and sped towards it. It was one of those strength-testing games, where you hit a target and it sent a ball up towards a bell. 

Phantom faltered. “Uh, what is that?”

Danny followed his gaze and busted out laughing. On the wall of prizes was a comically large stuffed animal that resembled Amity Park’s own ghostly hero. 

“No way! Oh my- this is too good,” Danny managed to get out between laughs. He pulled out his phone. “Here, here. You gotta stand in front of it and-.” There were tears in his eyes at this point. 

Phantom narrowed his eyes. “You know what?” He marched up to the carny and paid for a turn. With ease and a smug look on his face, he brought the hammer down and elicited a *ding!* from the game. He pointed to the stuffed prize and returned to Danny’s side, holding out the squishy Phantom look-a-like for him to take. 

“It’s for you. So you can cuddle it when I’m not around.”

Danny felt his face flush. “This thing is huge! How am I supposed to lug it around?” He protested, but grabbed it anyway.

“Sounds like a you problem,” Phantom replied, shrugging his shoulders. He held out his hand, which Danny took while struggling to carry the plush in his other hand. 

They (now including plush Phantom) hit the other necessary attractions: the rollercoaster, fun house, and those weird track rides that most people just went on to make out in the dark. 

Danny checked the time. “It’s getting late,” he said. “My parents will be expecting me home soon.”

“One last ride?” Phantom asked, pleading. 

“Yes, but I get to choose this time,” Danny replied. “And you can’t go to a carnival without going on the Ferris Wheel.” 

The two (three?) of them walked towards the large wheel that lit up the night. When it was their turn to board, Danny frantically searched for a place to put Phantom’s prize. 

“Sorry kid. You gotta take it with you,” the operator said. 

Danny scowled. 

Both boys piled into the cart, with the plushie squished between them. Romantic. Danny took a deep breath to rid his annoyance, and craned his neck so he could see his boyfriend, giving him a soft smile.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” he said. 

Phantom briefly removed his mask so he could return the smile. “Me too. I wish we could do this more.”

“I know. But it’s even more special because of it.”

A cold hand reached for his, and Danny gave it a squeeze. “I wish I could kiss you right now.”

Phantom chuckled. “What do you mean? I’m right there.”

Taking the joke further, Danny leaned over and planted a kiss on the plush, making exaggerated noises and his faux-made out with it.

“Okay, Daniel. Don’t push it,” Phantom said, a disapproving tone in his voice. 

“I dunno, he’s a much better kisser than you,” Danny replied.

Phantom’s eyes flared. “Oh, just you wait. When we get home-”

The ride stopped, their cart at the bottom of the wheel, and the operator opened the door to let them out. It took all three of them to pull out the plushie, which had gotten jammed under the bar. 

They walked out of the carnival, and making sure it was safe, Phantom made no hesitation in scooping Danny into his arms and flying them home. He made sure then that Danny knew who the better kisser was, and, once they tired themselves out, they cuddled up in Danny’s twin size bed. 

“I think we have room for one more,” Danny joked, looking towards the plush that sat on the ground of his bedroom. 

“I swear, I will regret getting that for the rest of your life.”

Danny laughed, then pecked his boyfriend on the nose. He loved the carnival.

[lifelessfan]

#fuck cannon, payday get a different Hoxton replacement because Derek was out there getting bitches-

Houston(Derek) x reader

Relaxing in my room, I rest my legs on my chairs armrest. Head loled back and phone in hand.

Spamming a text on these phones was always a pain but...maybe it was who I was texting that always gave me sweet relief when I had finished...

We had met some time ago, I had been desperate and stuck around houses I knew were rich and didn't have many people inside at any given time, he was passing by. And by sheer accident...we met.

He had said I was doin it wrong, and took me under his wing...but now...after some months, it's more than just buddies, or at least that's what I felt.

-*hey princess, you free tonight?*

A smile pulled my lips and I happily responded, legs starting to cramp as I held them in a chokehold with no air forcing me to move slightly, but eyes staying glued to the screen.

-*yes, mothers out and father is in bed*

-*well, how about we go out. I have been having rough days in class*

-*same, see you in the usual?*

-*wouldn't have it anywhere else*

Jumping up, I pack a small bag with some essentials.

It had been a Friday, school ended a couple hours ago and I had been home doing small chores and filling in for my parents as they went on with their lives.

3 days, had it all to myself.

They never cared where I went, as long as school was giving them the thumbs up, I was free to go and do whatever I wanted.

I had thought about telling my parents about my shenanigans but...they were still my parents so I usually held back. I didn't want them mad at me of course and not like telling them my trips would help.

Now with a small bag around my shoulders, I run downstairs, past my parents' room only occupied by one person and take my keys, soon running out into the barely lowering afternoon.

Blue becomes orange, yellow and dark purple, darker colours becoming more prominent more as the seconds tick by.

Holding onto my bag, I run down the road. Past some other people and over the fences I couldn't be asked to pass normally. Soon getting into a restricted part of a park and finding the tree we both had claimed, I slowed a bit and now meandered through the grass.

-ay, y/n

Looking around, in the same place as the last...forever, I see him seated in the branches of the tree, the posture almost natural for him.

In a hoodie Similar to my own, ripped jeans and a bag of his own filled with the more interesting stuff, he smirks my direction as I smile widely and run up into the tree, soon landing myself a branch off and hugging his hip in an uncomfortable but also still soft position.

-hey Derek.

-how was school, princes?

-normal. Why did you text me? had some plans?

His smirk had dropped slightly, replaced with something resembling fear but also a hint of determination.

I was ready to comfort him the second the face morphed into anything other than the oh-so-lovable smile, I couldn't bear to see him even lower and I had promised myself to never let him slip again.

However, he speaks before I can even comprehend a thought, now a semi-confident smile to force me to listen

-yes...I had plans, I want you to join. Your free all weekend?

-of course, parents don't care and all

-...let's go. I want to get to the spot before sundown.

I wriggle my way off him. Soon dropping and waiting for Derek to also jump down, I watch as he gracefully lands, soon motioning me to come and like an obedient puppy, I follow. Curious about where he would be taking me

We both walk and talk, everything natural as we fill one another in on the time we had missed in classes.

His fights and my daring nicking, everything that had happened during the week. the sun lowered more and more until only the dark sky with stars shine above us the moon only barely saying hello. neither of us was remotely tired, still talking as we seemed to get further from the main streets and into more depopulated places.

Even if it had been an almost uphill battle, we had found many places to bounce around. It had been so fun to finally meet him again after a week and those 3 days always sparked me with some light

-I know a place, they got clean walls, wanna colour?

-definitely

As Derek hops ahead, I follow close behind with eager steps. Soon enough  we come across a building, it looks like an office of some kind, with more than one level and with lights still on

-don't think this is still inhabited?

-trust me, it looks like that only because others won't bat an eye

A smile creeps on his lips as he takes out some improvised picking tools, soon kneeling down and expertly working away at the locks...It was almost mesmerising.

Eventually hearing the almost delicious click of the door unlocking, he lets me inside first, a faint "ladies first". In the end, I still stop to wait for him, letting him overtake me to lead me further up into the building that doesn't look too bad.

-are you sure?

As soon as he opens the door to the staircase, I can almost smell the fresh paint on the walls. The entire place had been bombed, from intricate art all the way to simple tags. And it all went almost to the ceiling, some hovering on the cusp of wall and second floor.

A breathless "wow" drops from my lips as he almost offers his hand, soon taking the first steps up while I am almost getting dragged behind him.

Every wall, everywhere I looked, there had been some evidence of paint, the colours almost ever-changing like a psychedelic high, with some pieces being entire terrains, it was almost mesmerising to look at.

On the topmost floors, the colours seemed to have faded, only occasional works littered; when they did, they rarely overlapped for common courtesy.

And as promised, a bit higher up, he finally tenderly lets go to show me the wall.

An almost blinding white in the fairly illuminated room and it was begging for some sort of interaction, one which Derek and I had been happy to provide.

I didn't bring my own sprays, I didn't have anywhere to put them, but Derek managed to stack up and with selective colours, had mastered the art of perception.

-so, wanna hit it?

-hell yea

Dropping his bag, he takes out a couple of cans, a wide selection on the colour wheel even if it was only 5.

And the next couple minutes are filled with noise, sights and smells almost circle around me as I work on a small corner, making something relatively uninteresting and...incomprehensible. Laughs fills the air and his smooth motions from within my peripherals make me almost embarrassed as he swings wide taking up more space than even I would be scared to touch.

Eventually, he takes a step back and deciding for a sneak peek, I look at a wall covered. Colours swirling together and masterfully tangled in one another to create a beautiful piece

-what do you think?

With a sheepish smile and a step back, he looks in my direction for an answer, I can't really say much but internally I had been fanning myself into a million.

-it's amazing, you take art?

-we talked about this, no...shut up

He comically pushes me away but I end up coming closer, a sudden urge to hug him.

-y/n-

-you must take some sort of lessons, maybe you go in your sleep?-

-Princess, calm down

Eventually giving in, he lets go fighting against me and I crash into his chest, hugging him close and we both expertly stay up as we balance one another out.

-and what did you make princess?

-nothing yet, still fiddling with something small

-you need to start making something bigger, gives you more space to work with

-I don't want to, don't trust myself

Even while pressed against him in a relatively uncomfortable position, I can still feel him looking down at me, a mixed expression as he tries to justify his view even if I had heard these sentences more than once.

-it won't be any good princes, you got to work big and if you start small it will be harder for it to become bigger

After a second I let out a huff, letting go and looking around at the couple of people who had desired to wander so far upstairs

Maybe he was right, not many pieces both tags and throwups were small, each was almost black board sized writing.

-common, try it.

In his hand, he holds a black, offering it to me and after a bit of hesitation, I end up taking it. Letting the new cold container fill my hand as he moves me closer to an empty part of the wall.

It was a painful moment. Trying to push myself to finally give in and work on the art I had thrown around my room for so long. It was slow, Derek showing me all the small nuances on how to make it look...decent, tips and tricks others use, things he learnt himself over the time he had. his hand always seeming to hover above my own as he helped me make the smoothest lines possible

In the end, it's not...perfect, but he praised me anyway, whispered sweet words as the night pressed up on the window, the party downstairs starting full swing and leaving the streets open to new people.

-I think we should go. There is another place I want to take you.

-ok, let's go.

In no major rush, we pack everything back up, sliding the last can in with the others in his bag as we both head back down.

This time more confident with the layout, I end up bolting down, laughing as Derek follows hot on my tail, our laughter echoing and probably scaring more people than not.

As we both leave and back into the streets, I take a glance up at the building, admiration in my eyes and soon Derek joins, standing by my side and hugging me.

- common, I am sure the next train will be hitting the stop soon.

A gasp is ripped from my lungs and I look with wide eyes and a smile. One of my most perfected talents, while I had been with Derek, had been train surfing, and it was one of my favourites.

We had gotten trips far and wide, summers filled with barely days home and sleeping in comfortable beds, instead cuddled close as we watched different terrains pass by like the wind.

My smile seemed to mean everything to him and he ended up letting go, his lack of touch leaving me cold but still excited. Another chase ensued, this time I was behind him and every step felt somehow exhilarating. Even if I was as quick as I could be, it seemed Derek was attempting to be slow to let me catch up.

In any case, it was more fun, at least I knew where he was going and I would be able to catch up eventually.

It took a bit of time but eventually we had come to our stop, a platform we both knew was out of camera view and rarely monitored, and like clockwork, we both had weaved our way into comfortable positions.

The smooth metallic platform was of course risky, but we had long since adapted to our fears, we both knew this system inside and out.

As the train picked up its speed again, Derek had huddled me close under his arm, and back in his warmth, I snug closer, looking out to the sky and the ever-changing lights that never seemed to stick in my mind.

Phantom music echoes through our ears, nights sitting around in a tree house and having fun long since engrained in our minds as the presence of one another just seems to flip a switch.

Not like Derek was famous, he was relatively unknown and that's what made our time together...special, unlike other people who could have picked me up, he was a professional...but an unknown one. Other people did end up hopping across the same train, we even had small chats if they had desired to approach but overall, the night had been calming, the moon still fairly in the sky but quickly approaching its peak.

At an unexpected stop, Derek had said we needed to get off.

I had originally looked up to him, checking if he knew where we were and if it really was the right stop, and with full confidence, he had shimmied us both up and off the train, soon away from the station and an unexpected direction.

-where are we going?

I had been lucky to have picked up heavy trousers, the long grass not tickling away at my calves as we trekked through dew-covered grounds.

-I found a place, princess. think you might like it

As he took me by my hand again, we had weaved through tall trees, grass now almost diminished as only leaves and soil with ever-familiar blooming Snowdrops to litter the path to...something.

After a minor incline, we both stand over a small hill, and a bit further down, crystalising waters radiate from the now full moon's shine.

The site is amazing, like the calm sea itself but in a small bubble and with almost no hesitation, Derek had let go of my hand, soon almost sliding down the now pretty steep drop.

Even with stars in my eyes and almost hypnotized by the almost fairytale-like scenery, I still opt to follow him, soon also sliding down along with him and catching up just in time so that both of us hit the bottom around the same time.

And from below, it's even prettier.

Now no longer just a sliver of light through a door, it was now a whole room. the light no longer stopped by the leaves, but instead all out in the open, the smell of fresh water and considering lack of supposed litter leaving this place just wonderful.

-So Princess think you wanna take a small swim?

-oh do I? I would feel honoured

-no need for such language

-how could I not? It's like heaven itself here.

- it is

I didn't notice it, but as he muttered those words, all he had been looking at was me, my eyes blown wide and sparkling like the water below us, feeling like I was his everything.

Snapping out of it, we both take a second to undress. Not planning to go swimming with all our clothes but also not having bought any swimwear, we just go down to our finer clothes. I had a small bra and barely classified shorts, he had been down to his boxers and nothing else.

I don't give myself time to admire him, far too embarrassed and flushed to even take myself seriously, instead walking closer to the water.

It's cold, but...A warm cold, one I am pretty familiar with and with little hesitation, I let the level rise as more of my skin gets covered with the free-flowing lake.

Like landing on cloud 9 itself, I feel my nerves being almost stimulated in every way as I push off the last floor there is, swivelling to my back, the waves coming off me moving me in every way they could.

Now finally looking back, I watch as Derek also takes his first steps into the water, A lot more confident than my slow steps if I had to guess, and a lot less concerned about his hair.

By the point he is abdomen-deep, he flings his arms over, diving down and almost fully gone by the time I blink twice.

Giggling to myself, I wait for him to resurface, maybe a couple paces from his last position, but I am shocked pretty quickly as he appears almost directly in front of me, a smile on his face and dripping.

Almost forehead to forehead, we let the air around us change, a smile on both our faces as we look into one another eyes.

I don't know what he sees, but the colours in his eyes almost dance a sweet waltz, his breaths warming what little was above water and his light touches almost teasing as he tries so hard to not touch too firmly with the warmth...I couldn't deny it...There was something about him.

The hypnotic state is soon snapped away as his light grin changes, instead a playful smile as he expertly pushes away with a jellyfish motion, now lightly splashing me with a simple soft flick on the gem-covered surface.

The moment soon slips, now one of pure playful nature, our playfights and joking talks. Our way of getting away from our problems, and into a world that we both shared for pure happiness.

For minutes to pass, we danced around one another, an elegant show as we stuck with one another...but seemingly not like friends...There felt like there was more meaning to this. To the looks and the sudden appearance of such a place that I wished he had shown me earlier...that he must have known about earlier.

But I pay no mind, the moment is too perfect and I wouldn't give it for the world.

Of course, we eventually grow cold, the moon now having shown the time passed to have been more than the time I had perceived. And luckily with one towel he had..."conveniently" bought, we each cleaned off and got dressed, now side by side again and looking out to the still calm waters, the air fresher than anything available in the cities.

-was...There a reason you dragged me out here?

It was a random question I had thrown out, I wasn't expecting an answer but I felt it too on the tip of my tongue to just ignore.

-wanted to show you this place, it's pretty enough for you.

-was there...no other reason...

A flirtatious comment on my lips, I test the waters like I had tested this friendship so many times. I had fun with him but entertaining the idea of us being something more just always stuck a cord with me, nights under my blanket with heavy blushes.

-well...maybe one...

-mhm?

Looking him a bit closer in the eyes, I wait for his words...what would he say?

-remember when we had sat down with a bunch of magazines? Popular and pretty people everywhere and we talked about who we would want to be with.

-...mhm?

-after that night, when you left...I couldn't look at my selected people because...I didn't feel the same. I hadn't wanted anyone else...Other than to be with you...

Words lighter than a feather, soft enough to put a lion to sleep, it was calming with how much confidence but also worry he spoke with.

-so...would you want to be with me? I know I'm not the...perfect person but-

-I would love to. You're the most perfect for me.

Cutting him off, I take his words and comfort him with them. Moving closer to him, our faces almost touching again but not in unstable waters, this time on solid ground and confessions having long since washed down the river

Closer and closer, it takes a mere blink before I suddenly feel his lips on mine. Soft and tender, I let him play, soon playing with him once I knew his style.

pulling away almost breathless, we rest against one another, laughs and smiles to fill in for the awkward but also comforting first kiss

It was nice. I just hope it lasts the years to come

#or I don't know...maybe they get both employed into the gang who knows-

[cupidpuppylove]

Scapegoat

(hey guys. i mean i promised i would release it soon ahhshaaahahahahahaah. Please like this i worked vewy vewy hawd on dis bbg)

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Clink. Something clattered to the left side of me. Despite my heart telling me not to open my eyes, I followed my brain’s words, curiosity clawing at my mind. It felt as if I was wrenching open a locked door with only a toothpick. Once I finally fought off lethargy, I came to see a figure staring down at me. Too lost in my thoughts, I jerked when it spoke, “Finally awake? Good, we need to do some more testing,” the figure, to which I now know is male, paused and glanced at the door a few feet away, as if waiting for someone, “I was not able to perform all the tests without you awake. Lets get you off of that table.” I barely had time to process those words before he reached down with a small key grasped in his hand and unlocked the shackles I had just now become aware of. He set the key down, and strided off to another part of the room momentarily, presumably to go and fetch something. I sat up, taking this time to observe the room around me. There were multiple cabinets, and a desk with an office chair lousily pushed in. Multiple posters were up on the walls, all having information on whatever this man does, I’m assuming. I couldn’t see what they said from here, as the room was large and the walls wide apart. The table felt cold against my legs. The man finally came back, now with some strange mechanism in his hand. He then proceeded to raise it to my neck, to which I slightly backed away. He payed no mind, and clasped it around my neck. I soon learned that it was a collar of some sort, but I wasn’t sure what kind. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. I unwillingly found that out almost immediately after, that it was a shock collar, due to the man pulling out a remote. “If you misbehave in any way, just know I won’t hesitate.” He said, oddly cheerful. I begrudgingly nodded, and he made his way to the door, motioning for me to follow. 

I sluggishly scooted sideways so that my legs hung off the edge, still drowsy. The table had warmed where I once was, which made it less cold. However, it was now freezing. I slid off the table, landing on the tiled floor not-so-gracefully and almost fell. I quickly steadied myself and walked over to the man uncertainly. He unlocked the door, and speed-walked to his next destination. I wasn’t too quick, so I stumbled while I tried to catch up. I almost tripped several times on practically nothing. I was so focused on attempting to not fall, it hardly registered in my mind that he was talking to me. “My name is Dr. Seinsfield, just so you know. You won’t necessarily need it, but its just in case of any emergencies. You’re here because your parents had sent you only yesterday. Your memory is not so good, I presume?” It took a moment for the words to sink in properly, but once they did, I just barely nodded. He hummed, and spoke again, “Your name is Anastasia Arling, if you’ve forgotten, and you are seven years old. Again, your parents sent you here, although I am not sure the reason why. We will be running tests on you, but don’t worry, it won’t cause you any real harm. Most likely.” I slowed down in confusion. Most likely? Before I could think too much about it, he halted and it was clear we’d made it to whatever place he was bringing me to.

“Ah. Anastasia, Seinsfield, come in, come in.” A woman wearing the same lab coat as Dr. Seinsfield came into view. She seemed to be in her forties, with wrinkles and hair that was starting to turn grey. She waved us in to a corridor, that had what seemed to be a numerous amount of “windows”. It turned out that they were windows, but not the kind that lead outside. They led to small cells. In every cell, there was at least one person in each, which the exception of a few being empty. I noticed they all looked young, almost as young as me. They stared on as Dr. Seinsfield and the woman led me through. “This is where all the magic happens.. well, not necessarily, it’s where we get the resources to do the magic, so to speak.” It disturbed me how she practically referred to them as objects so casually. She walked through the hall, and finally stopped at an empty cell, identical to the others. The woman turned to me. “You’ll be staying in this cell here. Pretty cozy, ain’t it?” She gestured to the room. I didn’t understand what was so ‘cozy’ about a makeshift zoo enclosure. “Well then, off you go.” Dr. Seinsfield spoke, nudging me towards the opening rather harshly. Once I was inside, he closed the door.

They’re just going to leave me here? With nothing? Not even with some food, or water?

That’s it?

I heard a bang sound to the right of me. I looked over to see another girl, most likely around my age. She had tan skin, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. “Hi. I’m Adriana. What’s your name?” She asked. I stared at her for a moment, and she stared back. “Меня зовут... Анастасия?” I answered. My voice was hoarse. I hadn’t spoken for a while. She furrowed her brows. “What?” Oh. I’d forgotten to speak english.  “My.. name is Anastasia.”  I repeated. 

[gutsandgoregalore]

Black Dahlia

CW: Mild whump

The "bathroom" they were led to was gracefully arranged to imitate a natural pond with a small waterfall and was, once again, rich with blooming flowers. The "room" was so similar to a natural scene that Damaris wasn't sure if they weren't actually in a field. It definitely wasn't what they expected, and yet it fit Samael perfectly.

The aforementioned angel let go of them to leave the unidentified piece of cloth on a nearby rock. He then returned to Damaris with all the confidence in the world and unceremoniously ripped off their clothing. 

"Hey!" Damaris jumped back. "What in heaven's name was that?!"

"Did you really plan on washing fully clothed? Well-" he raised the pitiful rags in his hand, "-as clothed as you could be in this." 

"You could've- I don't know, warned me at least!"

"I should warn you before I rip your clothes off?" Samael snorted. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind. Now, get in the water."

"I'm not doing what you say, you monster." It would take much more than that to make them obey him.

"Get in the water."

Apparently, that's all it took because they all but jumped in the pond, eliciting an amused chuckle from him. 

Samael followed them in a much calmer and orderly manner, taking care to strip and fold his robe, and when he stepped into the water, he didn’t look like he had tripped over his own feet.

Damaris jumped when they felt hands on their battered body and almost fell again.

"Easy," Samael murmured, his grip on them tightening briefly. 

He began to wash the grime and dried blood off their body and wings, taking care to remove any broken feathers. Time passed in relative silence until Samael accidentally scraped over a still weeping wound. Damaris whimpered. Samael froze. He stood for a moment, then another, then he decisively dug his fingers in the wound, and Damaris barely had time to stifle a cry. 

Damaris smiled big and spent the rest of the "bath" poking and prodding at every wound he came across. 

By the time they were done, the water had turned pink and then cleared out again, and Damaris felt cleaner and more tired than ever. They observed Samael somewhat absently as he clothed himself and lifted the other piece of cloth. He motioned for them to come closer, which they did on autopilot. Then, he took meticulous care clothing them with what Damaris realised was a robe, probably silk - he had always been fond of the finer things in life.

"There," Samael said and took a step back. "How do you like it?"

Damaris gulped. Was there a wrong answer to this? The robe was soft and warm to the touch, far more comfortable than the one they had been stuck with all these years. And it was certainly the nicest piece of clothing they had had the honor of wearing. Truth be told, they did like it, and they said so.

"Lovely!" Samael clapped his hands. "Now come, let's get you to the bed. You look half dead on your feet."

A bed… Damaris hadn't been on a bed for so long. They could almost cry from relief. This time, they were happy to follow Samael wherever he was going…until they reached the actual place. Just as they expected, the place was awash with lush flowers and the quiet rumble of a nearby stream. Another tree loomed over the scene, this one too bearing fruit, and the ground beneath it was carpeted with various flowers of the same deep maroon hue. But there was no bed in sight.

"Go on then," Samael urged. 

"W-where am I supposed to go?"

"Are you slow? Go to the bed."

"But there is no bed in here! Am I supposed to sleep on the groun-'' They cut themselves off as Samael grabbed them by the neck and shoved them towards the dark flowers. Damaris was about to protest, but then it clicked. A flower bed. The bastard. 

"Try not to break my flowers." His voice was as dark as the blooming plants. "And if you get cold, just dig yourself a hole or something."

They wanted to cry.

[albakore]

Away From Home

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma/Tohma (fem!reader) (fic)

Synopsis: (office!au) Even your boss Zhongli has moments where self control goes out the window to make way for carnal desires.

Warnings: not sfw (18+) reverse harem, (an orgie?), semi public sex again, creampie, oral (giving), petnames (angel, princess, gem), squirting, umm? did i miss anything?, not proofread because im lazy if you catch any errors feel free to shoot me an ask,

A/N: This is a part two to Office Adventures but t's not necessary that you read it before this. I don't know if people were expecting a direct continuation of the last one but I took some creative liberty because I felt like that would be boring and instead created a whole new scenario, I hope you all enjoy it just the same!

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The sexual tension in the office since that (ahem) eventful meeting had been nothing short of palpable, as Lisa had been ever so kind to point out. Even Jean and Eula were starting to grow frustrated with the way Childe and Kaeya made it painstakingly obvious their lust for you, and as you explained to Jean apologetically, they just wouldn't seem to take your request to tone it down seriously. Though you couldn't deny that even you often found your mind wandering as you sat alone in your office, frequently coming to remember the way you wobbled out of the meeting room that day, cunt quivering and leaking cum.

Luck seemed to be on Jean's side however, because this week you found yourself away from the office on an important regional business conference accompanied by none other than the men themselves, leaving her alone in charge of the office for a few days. The adventure of being in a new place was always exciting; there was light in your eyes as your plane touched down just outside the city, the skyline stood shimmering off in the distance. Though, as Diluc so gracefully reminded you, this was not a vacation but a business trip and most of your time would be consumed by meetings and other work-related affairs.

"(Name)!" You heard someone call from behind you. You were walking back to the hotel after another boring day of drifting in and out of meetings with people you hardly knew and topics you hardly cared about.

"Hm?" Your head turned to see three familiar figures waving at you as they approached.

"Care to join us for dinner? It'll be our treat." Childe asked once they had caught up to you, falling into step beside you.

"Where are you guys going?" You asked. You silently took in the appearance of the boys beside you. You hadn't gotten a chance to see them all day since you greeted them at the complimentary hotel breakfast bar this morning, and you had to admit they cleaned up nicely. You admired the three's formal dress, remembering the way Zhongli had specifically lectured them on the importance of appearance at an event like this. You notes Thoma's expensive looking watch and Kaeya's tailored button-up shirt that was, of course, unbuttoned halfway now that the workday was over. Childe had his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, one hand holding the jacket the other shoved in his pocket.

"Mr. Zhongli found this fancy looking French restaurant a few blocks away, he wanted us to get there before we missed our reservation time." Thoma answered.

"Where is he?" You asked, taking note of his and Diluc's absence from the group.

"He and Diluc got caught up in some last minute business they had to attend to. It's times like these I don't envy the higher up positions of our company's cofounders." Kaeya answered you this time. "No matter how attractive the pay increase may seem, I can only handle so much overtime."

"You can say that again." Childe chuckled in agreeance, "I can't tell you how many times I've left the office only to come back in the morning and find Zhongli still hunched over some paperwork."

"Hey, guys, I think this is the place." Thoma motioned to the building you were approaching, and you immediately realized that 'fancy looking' was an understatement. "Will you be joining us, Lady (Name)?" Thoma questioned, extending his hand as an invitation to you.

"I don't see why not." You flashed him a smile before placing your hand in his, allowing him to tug you along. Kaeya opened the door for you, gesturing to allow you to step inside first. You were awestruck by the inside -- if you thought ‘fancy looking’ was an understatement for the outside, then the inside could be described as nothing short of grandiose. There were round tables covered in white cloth and fancy silverware, a fountain sat in the middle of the room behind the hostess desk and elegant trimmings lining the staircase off on the far side of the room. You quickly quelled your shocked expression as the hostess approached you.

"We have a reservation for six under the name Zhongli." Childe told her. "We'll have two more joining us later."

She checked her ledger and quickly crossed off the name. "Right this way, sir." She said to Childe with a polite smile. She led your group away from the main room, opening the door to a nicely decorated single-table room with a pleasant and romantic vibe, most likely accredited to the soft lighting.

“Thank you.” Childe told her as you four took your seats. One side of the table had booth-style seating and the other side had individual chairs. She closed the door with a click, and before you knew it you were sat in between Kaeya and Childe on the booth side, with Thoma directly across from you. You picked up a menu and began flipping through it to get a feel for what items might interest you. Before long, Childe’s hand had found its way onto your thigh. You looked down at it before looking back at him, a silent prompt for an explanation. “What?” He inquired mischievously, thumb rubbing your skin gently.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could your server opened the door with a brief knock. Childe’s hand stayed firmly in place as the server introduced themselves before asking if they could get you guys anything to drink. Thoma and Childe ordered regular fountain drinks, and requested two extra waters be brought out preemptively for Diluc and Zhongli whenever they should arrive.

“Ah yes may I have a glass of your finest red wine.” Kaeya asked with a smile once it came his time to order, earning a look from you. “What? It’s coming out of Diluc’s pocket not mine, might as well make good use of it.”

"And I'll have a..." You started, feeling Childe's hand inch upwards as the servers gaze remained fixed on you. "Just a r-regular glass of water please." You managed to force out while trying to ignore the growing feeling of need that Childe's attention was causing you. You smiled at the server as they stated that they'd be right back with your drinks.

Moments after the server left, Thoma's phone started buzzing. He answered it and paused for a few moments before he stepped away saying something about needing to meet Diluc and Zhongli in the lobby. That left you alone trapped in a booth with two mischievous gazes focused on you. "I must say, (Name)," Childe started, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. You really took Zhongli's 'Dress to Impress' speech to heart it seems." His flirty demeanor was predictable, earning a chuckle and an eye roll from you. His fingers were tracing patterns into the flesh of your inner thigh, head resting in his other hand as he studied you. You felt Kaeya's arm snake around your torso, hand coming to rest on your hip.

"He's right, you should wear this outfit more often." Kaeya whispered into your ear.

“You know, typically you’re supposed to wine and dine me before you-“ A knock resonated from the door, cutting you off and causing Kaeya to pull away from you but neither him nor Childe made any effort to remove their hands from where they were situated. The server entered with the table’s drinks on a tray, dishing them out to their respective spots on the table before asking if anybody was ready to order. Kaeya told them politely that we would wait for the rest of the group to join us first, and with that they turned and exited the room again.

You watched as Kaeya reached for his no doubt expensive wine, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied hum. "This wine is absolutely divine, it's not often I get the chance to indulge in such luxury. Would you like to try some, angel?" Kaeya asked you while his fingertips traced your hips.

"Sure." You hummed back, reaching out to grab the glass but Kaeya stopped your hand. You looked at him quizzically, watching as he dipped two fingers into the glass and let the crimson liquid pool at his fingertips. He brought his fingers to your lips, waiting for you to part them. You did, but only ever so slightly, letting your tongue drag along his slender fingers with a hum of delight as you maintained eye contact with him. Once upon a time you may have been flustered by his actions, but ever since the incident in the meeting room you have become no stranger to these types of occurrences. You pulled away before pressing a kiss to the pads at the tip of his finger.

"Divine indeed, captain." You added teasingly, the nickname a reference to a costume he wore to a halloween party last year that had caught on and stuck around even months after. You watched his unreadable expression closely as you awaited his response. He grabbed your face, tugging you toward him so he could plant a firm kiss on your lips while he caressed your cheek gently. You felt Childe's hand inch upward yet again further and further before finally reaching your clothed sex. Your breath hitched as Kaeya deepened the kiss, Childe rubbing you through thin material at a teasingly slow pace. You shifted your hips, trying to gain more friction from his fingers.

Kaeya pulled back from the kiss to let you catch your breath. "You know, there is one thing that would make this wine taste better." He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, breath fanning your skin as he continued. "If I could pour it over your chest and lick it off of you, slowly, inch by inch while you squirmed under my touch. That would make this experience undeniably perfect." You felt a shiver run down your spine, hand intertwining with his hair. As if working in tandem with Kaeya, Childe took this opportunity to slip his fingers past the barrier of fabric, your slick making his fingers run smoothly over your folds. Your free hand extended over to Childe's lap so you could palm him through his pants, thumb caressing the imprint of his erection. He let a breathy moan right next to your ear, fingers slipping into your heat.

"This is our reserved room, correct?" Zhongli’s voice resonated from just outside the door before the door swung open. He stepped in, followed by Diluc and Thoma. Your eyes met with Zhongli's as you tried futilely to push the lustful duo off of you. You filled with embarrassment when you thought about how sleazy you must look with Kaeya's lips attached to your neck and Childe's fingers squelching in and out of you. "Thoma, switch with (name), please. Evidently these two are incapable of practicing self control."

"W-what?" You protested, stomach sinking at the thought of disappointing your boss.

"Seriously, you two wouldn't know good timing if it hit you in the face. Your hotel rooms are literally a few yards away from each other." Diluc scoffed, tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair before pulling it out and sitting in it.

Childe pulled away from you, frowning at Diluc's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who was moaning her name last night while you were alone in the shower, no?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, I'm still your boss. Watch how you talk to me." Diluc shot back immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. You scooted out of the booth, over Childe's lap, effectively pulling away from the two.

"Sorry.." You fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt, still trying to recover from the embarrassment.

"You misunderstand me, gem, I'm not upset at you in the slightest." Zhongli smoothed over some of your hair comfortingly. "I specifically had a talk with these two about keeping things professional on this trip. This has nothing to do with you or your actions." You stared at him for a second before nodding. You took your place in between Zhongli and Diluc, directly across from where you had been previously sitting.

"How did your meetings go?" Zhongli asked you, tone much softer than the one he had just taken with Childe and Kaeya.

"They were boring for the most part, I managed to make a few connections though so that's good. What about you?" You responded, tuning out Diluc and Childe's bickering in the background.

"Stressful, I had many presentations to give, and only few bode over well."

"That's just how it goes." Thoma chimed in. "Tomorrow is a new day filled with new opportunity, I'm sure you'll do better."

"Stressful, eh? Fortunately for you, I know of the perfect way to relieve stress." Kaeya, ever the troublemaker, fixed his gaze on you pointedly for a few seconds to allow his point to get across. He just couldn't help himself when the ball was set up fo perfectly for him to spike it. You studied Zhongli's expression, his face remaining stoic as he processed Kaeya's innuendo.

"Unfortunately, the rules I set for you two apply to me as well. It would be wholly unfair to not hold myself to the same standard I hold my staff." Zhongli answered effortlessly. Seems like all these years of press conferences seemed to have really sharped his ability to form charismatic responses. Wait, 'unfortunately'?

"C'mon, Zhongli, (name)'s had eyes for us just as much as we've had eyes for them. You should see the look they get on their face when they're alone in their office." Childe laughed after ending his bickering session with Diluc. Your eyes went wide at that, having whole-heartedly believed you were being careful about when to indulge in your fantasies. "Besides, doesn't fucking them senseless sound like the perfect pick-me-up after a long day of meetings."

Zhongli seemed like he was still struggling to process his comment, resolve chipping with every second. He couldn't deny the nights he spent replaying the image of you bent over that table while he pleasured himself, and tonight was shaping up to be no different -- well, that would have been the case had he not attended this dinner. His eyes shifted over to you, inner turmoil apparent in them. Evidently, your response would be the deciding factor that pushed Zhongli to either side of the fence.

"He's not wrong." You shrugged, offering Zhongli a small smile. It was a simple sentence, only three words and yet… You watched his expression darken in that moment, his half hard erection already apparent in his pants.

"Thoma," you immediately noted the way his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. His gaze never once left yours.

"Yes boss?" Thoma responded almost instantly.

"Lock the door." Zhongli growled. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt heat rush straight to your core. The way Zhongli was looking at you made you feel bare even though not a single article of clothing had been removed from your form, at least not yet.

"The waitress is going to come back to place our order though." Diluc seemed to be the only voice of reason in this scenario. Thoma returned, scooting back into his spot in the booth, forcing Childe to be the one trapped in the middle this time. "That's gonna look awfully suspicious."

"Frankly, I can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now." Zhongli stood from his seat. He turned toward you, motioning for you to stand as well. "We'll tell them I had an important announcement that I didn't want getting interrupted or something." He lifted you at the hips and set you down on the table, placing himself in between your legs and pulling your core to meet his crotch. His lips caught yours, deep and breathtaking, as his hands roamed over your body. He tugged your shirt to untuck it until his fingers came into contact with the hem. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to allow him to discard your shirt.

You found yourself rocking against him as his lips worked down your neck and chest. A new pair of hands hooked themselves under your bra clasp. You looked back to see Childe's arm extended. He pushed the straps off your arms, allowing the bra to fall away and expose your breasts. The cool air made your nipple perk instantly. You felt Childe's hands tug you down gently, allowing your back to lay against the cool cloth. You looked over to see Diluc's hands full of your table's drinks as he set them off to the side to avoid any accidents. Thoma eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth while Kaeya's cold hand cupped the other.

Childe scooted the table away from him to provide him with the room to stand up. Your cheeks burned as you found yourself face to face with his still clothed erection. He chuckled at your expression, fingers caressing your cheek. He let his pointer finger trail delicately down your jaw to your chin, and then from your chin down your exposed neck. You shivered slightly at the way it tickled.

You felt someone tug down your skirt and your underwear, cool air rushing over your core. Zhongli had managed to free his member from his pants and was pumping himself outside of your field of vision. His other hand was pressed to your hip. He admired the way your chest heaved. Thoma and Kaeya littered your skin with bite marks and kisses. You watched intently as Childe followed in Zhongli's lead, freeing himself from his pants. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, breath fanning the tip of Childe's dick with every exhale. Zhongli lined himself up with your entrance, you clenched your fists when you felt his tip push in. He sunk the rest of the way into you, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He silently thanked Kaeya and Childe for prepping you so well before he had even arrived. Childe repeated this same process with your lips, slowly sinking into your mouth and relishing the feeling of your warm tongue wrapping around him.

The men both started thrusting at the same time but at very different paces. Childe was eager and less restrained, holding you steady while he fucked your face. He was also louder, not seeming to care if the staff or other patrons heard how good you were making him feel. Zhongli on the other hand was slower, drawing all the way out of you before slamming back into you. Though, after a few moments he seemed to compromise with himself and picked up the pace slightly, only drawing partially out of you, but still enough to let you feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. You felt Diluc's familiar fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing you in just the right way to make you clench around Zhongli and moan around Childe. Diluc left kisses all over your lower half, his long hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling your stomach.

The lewd sounds of slapping and kissing and sucking were all that could be heard in the room, along with Childe’s occasional unrestrained noises of pleasure. He moaned your name, head thrown back and mouth agape. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and they only seemed to glow brighter the closer he got to cumming. Childe's pace became sloppy and erratic as he drew near to his own orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as he chased euphoria. He pulled out right as he hit his high point so he could paint your chest with his cum. He moaned your name particularly loudly as he did, using his own hand to slowly lower himself down from his peak.

Kaeya pulled back and marveled at the marks he left on your skin, the imprints of his teeth visible in several spots. "My turn already?" He hummed, fingers tracing over the splotches and bruises on your skin. "A shame, I wasn't finished with my work of art yet." He stood up nonetheless as Childe fell back on the seat behind him, still trying to catch his breath. Kaeya quickly took his place, much to Thoma's disappointment. Kaeya's signature smirk hadn't left his face once while he admired the way your breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. He slowly undid the button to his pants, pushing them partially down his legs before moving to his underwear. You swear his cock bounced when it sprang free, tip flushed and absolutely beautiful. It seems this man truly didn't have an ugly bone in his body.

You felt Zhongli slowly coming undone inside you too, his cock twitching more and more every time he pushed himself into your smooth walls, even more so whenever Diluc's added stimulation made you clench around him. You felt yourself rock against his fingers, your own climax on the horizon. Zhongli gave one final thrust into you before you felt him spill his hot seed into you, his fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to ground himself. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being coated white. Kaeya took this as an opportunity to muffle you with his cock. He stuffed your mouth full of him, watching in a sort of satisfied sadistic fashion as you choked slightly on his length.

Zhongli pulled out of you after he finished cumming, panting heavily. You whined around Kaeya's cock at the loss of contact, hole clenching desperately around nothing. You squirmed your hips and mewled, hoping someone would get your wordless plea for some form of stimulation. Diluc, ever so observant, was the first one to pick up on your discomfort. "Aw, does my little princess want to be filled up again?" He asked tauntingly. "Do you want my cock inside of you?" His fingers continued to push you toward your orgasm. He chuckled at the way you jerked your hips into his touch, whines becoming louder still even with your mouth full of Kaeya's erection. As he felt your body start to tense, he withdrew his hand from your clit before you could cum. You pressed your thighs together while a groan left your lips, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes.

Diluc switched spots with Zhongli and unzipped his pants loud enough to get the anticipation in your stomach building rapidly. You heard fabric bunching and shuffling, and in turn took advantage of the adrenaline rush you were getting to eagerly please Kaeya. You hollowed your cheeks and allowed your tongue to work over him, lewd sucking noises escaping your lips. Kaeya groaned in response, his grip on your head tightening still as he bucked his hips into you frantically. You felt Zhongli's rough hands run over the skin of your breasts, centering on the nipples. You felt him wipe some of Childe's cum off you, and moments later the feeling of his fingers got replaced with his tongue as he sucked slightly on the soft flesh.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt Diluc's tip at your entrance, face contorting as you prepared for him to stretch you out just like Zhongli had. You paused as he pushed in -- not all the way, just an inch or so -- to truly revel in the feeling the he was providing you. He sunk in a little bit more to let you get used to the feeling of him in your tight sex, he was a little more girthy than Zhongli. Finally, he pushed into you until he bottomed out, filling your cunt to the brim with his member. A quiet groan escaping his lips; you would give anything to see the blissful look on his face right now.

You squirmed as he started to move. He went slowly at first, letting himself become coated in your slick to make his job easier. He took a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that was much different from Zhongli's. He was steady and consistent, pulling out an inch or two only to push back into you. He lifted one of your legs to give him a better angle, you let out a muffled moan as his tip kissed your sweet spot. Kaeya groaned again at the vibration of your voice. You felt Kaeya’s thumb press slightly against the center of your throat where he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you. You swallowed around him as he gave his last few thrusts before he was sent over the edge, cumming in spurts over your tongue. He let out a long moan that you wanted to keep on repeat forever.

You caught sight of Thoma eagerly awaiting his chance to feel your mouth around him. Kaeya pulled out slowly, stepping to the side (albeit a little bit grudgingly) to let Thoma have his turn. Thoma has already freed himself, precum leaking from the tip. He seemed a little nervous as he found himself finally aligned with your awaiting mouth. “Are you sure this is alright?” He asked, closely watching your face for signs of discomfort. His gentleness was refreshing after the way Kaeya and Childe so unceremoniously face-fucked you.

You giggled, kissing his tip causing his ears to flush red. “Mhm, of course. You’re so good for me~” His eyes went wide at your praise. You let your mouth hang open as an invitation for him to enter you, a high pitched whine escaping him almost immediately after sinking into you. He cupped your head gently, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back into you, truly appreciating the stimulation you were giving him.

Kaeya truly could never sit still with an opportunity so grand in front of him. His fingers found their way to toy with your clit, his cold fingers making you squirm under his touch. Childe, who was still on the couch, had gotten hard again and was pumping himself as he watch you slowly get your holes stuff full of cum. You moaned as Diluc’s dick hit your sweet spot again and again, Kaeya’s cold fingers causing your head to spin. You could feel your orgasm coming fast, and it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You arched your back off the table, whines becoming increasingly more frequent the more pressure built up. Diluc also seemed to be nearing his release, you could always tell by the way he moaned your name. A few more thrusts into you was all it took for you to come undone. You cried out, thighs quivering as you squirted all over Kaeya’s fingers and Diluc’s cock alike. Diluc followed a few seconds after, burying himself inside of you as he came hard, eyes intently watching the sight of you during and after your orgasm.

Thoma’s cock twitched as he watched you make a mess over Diluc’s cock, his breathy moans of your name getting louder and louder. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with the way your tongue traced his veins and your hand assisting him with whatever he couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the knot come undone and Thoma’s sweet cum flooded your mouth. He pulled out, gently wiping the spit from your face.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as everyone came down from their highs. Zhongli was even nice enough to grab your water from where Diluc had set them off to the side and offer you some as he dabbed away some of your sweat with a napkin. Diluc finally pulled his now softened member out of you, admiring the way your cum-filled hole leaked. He had to fight the urge to fuck every last drop back into you.

A knock resonated from the door, causing everyone in the room to freeze. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” the servers voice sounded meekly from outside the door, “you guys reservation time is up…” You cringed at the idea of having to walk back to your hotel room in this state, legs still wobbly and cum all over you.

“I supposed to ‘important announcement’ excuse won’t work now..” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Zhongli sounded amused. “No need to fret, I’ll just pay them a generous tip to overlook this little.. endeavor.”

“You mean I’ll pay the tip.” Diluc cut in flatly. You all were lucky the company had the money to be avoiding scandals like this or else you’d all be done for. Maybe he could convince you to, uh, thank him for it later…

[ryanmarshallryan]

In honor of Vore Day, here is an actual dream I had of Ryan Reynolds voring me. These are the details I wrote out after I had woken up, as I processed what it felt like to be eaten by the gorgeous celebrity.

That Time When Ryan Reynolds Vored Me

I sat on my friend Jensen’s bed, waiting for him to finish getting ready so we could hang out. His walk-in closet door swung open to reveal him standing in innocent confidence, dressed in all yellow gym clothes, with hair suddenly dyed neon blond, and topped off with a yellow fuzzy headband. It was a surprising look with so much brightly clashing yellow in one outfit, but hey we were in New York City and lots of people have interesting outfits.

“Iconic look, right?” he asked me, almost rhetorically, as he turned to face his mirror and admired himself.

“You definitely look iconic, Jensen,” I said with a smile. He whipped his head around to face me, his eyes glistening. He gracefully leapt over a carpet and sensually embraced me, doting on what a good friend I am and rubbing my back.

“This feels kind of homoerotic,” I said with a laugh as Jensen continued to hug me tightly. A door slammed open behind me, making me jump.

"You think that's gay?" called out the unexpected voice of heartthrob, Ryan Reynolds, from behind us in a commanding, challenging tone.

I let go of Jensen to look behind me as Ryan Reynolds came out of nowhere. I only caught a blur of Ryan’s playful, bright and wide eyes as he jumped on my back and knocked me to the ground. I struggled to get up, but Ryan kept tackling me like we were in a very odd wrestling match - or perhaps tickle fight. I wasn't wrestling back as much as maybe I should have because I was a bit in shock by the appearance of Ryan Reynolds, as might be expected.

Ryan Reynolds kept smashing his face into mine with some very forceful kissing and backing away, while Jensen slowly backed away into his walk-in closet and shut the door. Ryan was momentarily distracted, glancing over at the closet door closing so I pushed him off me and bolted to the bedroom door. I mentally debated with myself whether I should stay and continue forcefully making out with Ryan Reynolds… because Ryan Reynolds, I mean what a dream it is to kiss him… or I should try to get away as this was some very odd behavior.

I decided to try to run down the stairs, but before I was halfway down, Ryan Reynolds lept on me from behind, causing me to almost fall down on my face. Luckily, I was able to move my feet fast enough to catch myself before tripping, shove him off me and run into the living room in the next room over.

I caught my breath and turned to see Ryan vigorously renting his clothes, with a hungry look in his eyes. I watched, entranced as he bore his chest and gorgeous body. He fell forward into me and began attempting to rip my clothes off too. I tried to gently kiss him, but he returned the gesture with aggressive forceful kissing again, as he swiftly finished stripping off both of our clothes.

Finally, he begins to slow down, as he pushes me against the wall, passionately kissing my lips and exploring me with his tongue. He slowly humps me in a gentle body roll fashion continuing to pin me to the wall. Our tongues push and pull against each other and I notice he is salivating more and more than usual. He pulls me off the wall as he continues kissing me deeply, when suddenly I realize my entire head is inside his. He's proceeding to swallow me whole, head first. He wastes no time in swallowing me down, just as forcefully as he kissed. In just a matter of moments I was tightly packed away in his stomach, being squeezed in the most intense manner. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of his gut, but felt a flurry of body heat and jostling motion as his stomach muscles constricted and churned me.

It may have been only moments, or perhaps I passed out in his gut and didn’t realize how long I was in his belly, but suddenly I was back on the floor of the living room. Somehow he had pulled me back out of his stomach through his belly button.

“I forgot the appetizer!” Ryan Reynolds exclaimed with a devilish glance from my eyes down my body. Thrown to the floor after literally being deep throated by Ryan Reynolds, full body fashioned, I stared up as Ryan jumped down to my level and spat on my dick. He took it in his hand and bent down, licking it like a competitive eater trying to beat the world record of how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. He pulsed his throat around my shaft, and pushed me down with his free hand when I tried to lean up from the floor. With that kind of energy it was no surprise I finished quickly. Finally he got off me and allowed me to sit up. I motioned to return the favor and suck him off, to which he proceeded to grab my shoulders and lift me to my feet with incredible strength and continue making out with me vigorously, putting scratch marks on my back from his tight embrace and swift movement.

We leaned back to breathe for a moment and I said "I would never let any man do that, except for Ryan Reynolds." He flashed a smile and machine-gun-style kissed my neck and face.

He paused to admire my body, his two hands clasped onto my shoulders as he leaned back and drew my body with his eyes. He let go of me and bent over to pick up some of my ripped underwear. He said something swift about having to go, and ran out of the room only with my underwear on, as swiftly and unexpectedly as he had come.

I caught my breath and processed what had just happened. Ryan Reynolds had broken into my friend’s NYC apartment, we hooked up, he literally ate me, and now there were ripped clothes surrounding me on the ground. The stairs creaked, and I looked up to see if Ryan was going to pounce on me for a surprise round two. But it was just Jensen. He entered the room for a moment, looked around, then slowly backed up the stairs.

[midday0nightmares]

27 - pry on the weak (m).

Previous chapter in your arms (m).

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

The door was shut, it won’t open, it was cemented on every side expat for the small slit under it, you try knocking, shout for someone, anyone, but to no avail.

you try the window, it opens, but the sight is even scarier. The city is quiet, too quiet. No traffic in its usually busy streets, every window in the near buildings were closed, no birds in the sky, not a single sign of life, even the sun seems stuck in its place, time isn’t moving.

Outside the closed door, you can hear muffled sounds, you peak under the door and see the familiar white socks on a pair of feet moving around the room, it’s jaemin. you shout and scream for him, but he doesn’t even flinch, he just keeps going through his day. 

You were forgotten, lost forever in his room.

You jolt out of the claustrophobic nightmare, everything around you looks sound and in its right place, including jaemin, who’s sleeping next you, it was a nightmare.. you didn’t think that a nightmare would have the audacity to visit you while you were sleeping in his arms.

You snuggle closer to him, too close, not minding if he wakes up right now, it would be ideal if he can listen to you telling him about the rude nightmare and sho It away..  

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He buckles under your pleads, 

“fine.. you can come too”  

The high pitched squeal you let out almost made him change his mind.

You wore a simple, body fitting black dress, a safe choice, you walked to the living room where jaemin was waiting for you, he was wearing a black suit, the black trousers making his long legs look extra inviting.

Jeno whistle from behind you when you spun to show jaemin your outfit, you roll your eyes at his ungentlemanly behavior, 

But the way jaemin’s eyes were shinning, and the compliment “you look beautiful” made your heart flutter, but the butterflies were shot dead when jeno’s hand landed on your ass in a sharp slap.

You link arms with jaemin and make the short trip to the door across the hallway to chenle apartment, the door was open, you were welcomed by upbeat classical music, not what you’ve expected.

Inside, the apartment looked like an entire house by itself, it was three times bigger than your apartment, the atmosphere was intimidating, everyone looked expensive and beautiful, there was three type of guests, men, gorgeous women, and you. 

Bite sized appetizers and trays of champion were being served along side an open bar at the corner, chandeliers were hanging off the ceiling and the big glass door opens to the terrace.

Your heart sunk and your stomach turned over inside of you. You cling to jaemin’s arm when you spot that face, haechan’s face.he approaches you and they all greeted each other, you keep looking else where, doing your best to ignore him. 

“Hey man! Long time no see.. what are you doing here? You know chenle?” Yes good question jaemin, what is he doing here?

“Yeah yeah..” He leans closer and lowers his voice “he’s one of my top clients” he gestures to the tens of girls around.. and it clicks in your head that they were all escorts, brought by haechan, they were his girls. you didn’t even try to hide the look of disgust that was showing on your face.

“Hey handsome” a tall, brunette, doll like girl throws her arms around jeno, “haven’t seen you in a while” she seamlessly pout. He giggles and turns into a harmless puppy in her hands, she must be one of haechan girls too, of course he will pay for company, who would want to spend time with him.

Your attention turns back to the hushed conversation between haechan and jaemin,

 “… no, his father is the of a one the leaders of the Chinese communist party, powerful man. and he’s the sole hire of multiple companies” haechan says.

“What is he doing here?” Jaemin asks. 

 “don’t know.. but based on what I have heard, he’s not staying for long..” haechan cuts himself as soon as he notice your interest in their conversation, “And how have you been doing sweet thing?”

oh the rage that went through you, you wished you could claw his eyes out, your distain is loud on your features. jaemin’s hand reach and hold yours, giving you a gentle squeeze, silently apologizing for breaking his promise of not having to see haechan again. 

And of course Hacehan is anything but dumb, he reads your mood and turns back to jaemin “come, I want you to meet someone” .. “haa you never stop working, don’t you?” Jaemin let go of your hand and slips deeper into the crowd, leaving you standing awkwardly next to jeno and his baby.

You stomp with no destination in mind. you look around, amazed by everything, but you feel misplaced, the looks that were thrown your way, you didn’t belong here and everyone knew it, there was an underlining screech the luxuries mood.

You catch the back of jaemin’s head through the crowd, an unsuspected punch of something was delivered to your heart, throwing your mood completely off. he’s with a group of giggly girls, practically drooling over them.  

you regret insisting on coming with him.. you should have known, but it’s too late now, you look else where and meet the sister eyes of haechan staring at you. he winks at you, you throw him the dirtiest look you have and move out of his sight line.

You pick a glass of champagne and lean against the wall, tipping the tall glass and drinking it in one go, and another.. starting to feel better. Chenle’s bright hair stands between the crowds, he gracefully moves around greeting everyone, you didn’t notice before but he’s quit charming.. he catches you staring at him and smile at you, rising his glass towards you, you fumble almost dropping your half empty glass.. when you mange to get a grip on yourself and rise your glass he had already return to his conversation. 

“Hello, mind if I join you?” The stranger man stands next to you even before you could’ve answered him, “what’s your name?” He looks like he was operating on twice the normal human energy, fidgeting and unable to stay still for more than three seconds, his smile twitches, the look in his eyes is frantic.. his pupils are blown, he’s on something. 

He speaks again before you can answer “hi Im yangyang, what’s your name?” why does his friends have wired names? 

You watch him like he was a train wreck happing in slow motion, “here try this” he hands you one of the two glass he was holding in his hands, a pink cocktail with raspberry, you smile politely and take the drink, he stares at you with his frozen smile.. but something behind you catches his attention, he kinda looks like a cat, just like that he leaves as fast as he came, he’s kinds cute.

You move to the open terrace for some fresh air, the breeze flowing through your hair, you zone out as you watch the city lights.. a hand graze the small of your back brings you back, you jump in surprise. “sorry didn’t mean to scare you” chenle apologize, placing a tall glass of champion in front of you, his round cheeks flushed, he looks breathtaking in this proximity, or maybe it’s just the alcohol in your system.. 

“To be honest sera, Im a little offended” he confess, your eyes grow double the size “offended.. why?”, 

he gives you sad puppy eyes and looks around “you don’t seems to enjoy my party”.. 

“oh no, I do. Your house is very beautiful and everything looks amazing” you try to convince him but he’s not buying it, you just give up and sigh, “im just tired” looking down to the busy streets..

He hums “tired or jealous?” Pointing at jeno who was too busy sucking that girl’s face, you roll your eyes and chenle laughs.

 “im not” you bring the glass to your lips, drinking more, a pathetic attempt to suppress whatever have been twisting your insides. 

Someone calls for him cutting your interaction short, “Alright.. well if you need anything come find me” he says before leaving you. You stay at your spot, distracting yourself with silly thoughts while the party behind you was growing wilder.

Your stomach growls, you feel sick and about to throw up.. heat rising through you, you sweat and feel lightheaded, you must have had too much to drink you are not used to it.

You stumble inside and through the crowded room, looking for the closest bathroom before it’s too late, haechan grabs your arm “sera.. are you ok?” His voice is far away although he’s standing next to you, you yanking your arm out of his hold “don’t touch me..”,

The room starts spinning, you hold the wall for support, after that it all went dark.

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When you came back and opened your eyes, you were laid in a bed, the strong cologne filling your noise, upsetting your empty stomach. For a minute you don’t remember where you are or what had happened, the unfamiliar bedroom doesn’t ring any bills, your head is pounding, threatening to explode you move too much, you try to get up but a sharp pain shots through you, your hips feels like they were dislocated, your thighs bruised and had blood on them, your pulled up dress and torn underwear, it all indicates to one thing. 

You mange to hold yourself through the initial shock, not breaking down. With a plan to find jaemin you fix your dress to cover your exposed breast, you force yourself up, picking up your discarded heal off of the floor. You limb your way out of the room, the party has quite down, it has turned to something else.. 

everyone looked like a living zombie, you look for jaemin, you open every door on your way, you open a door to a bedroom, and you see group of men gathered over a passed out girl, watching them felt like an outside body experience, like you were rewatching yourself. They were unfazed by your presences as they continue their assult.. 

you close the door to the hellish scene, you keep looking for him but he’s nowhere to be found.

You reach the main area, being met by jeno and haechan snorting whit powder of the coffee table, surrounded by loopy girls.. jeno tries to grab you, to pull you down with them but you escape his claw like hand.

You can’t take this anymore, you were starting to crumble. you did’t feel safe anymore. you head to the door and walk out, you seek the comfort of a familiar surroundings, their apartment, a hot shower, clean clothes, your bed.. but you don’t have a key and you don’t know the passcode, you try random combinations but nothing works, the door stays closed, duff to your cries.

You break down, tears streaming your face, you give up on the door and slid to the ground, leaning against the wall you sit alone in the hallway waiting for jaemin’s return.

[colicotq]

the return of superman ( 1 )

pairing: lee ho seok x reader

keywords

camera position

/ camera effects /

( dialogues )

* sound effects *

time

Apartment Building

( On a bright ordinary sunny day )

7:06AM

( let's meet the new family. )

Entrance, Living Room, Kitchen, Bedroom

/ pans into multiple photos hang up on the hallway, as well as the wedding photos, however, the face of the man seemed to be blurred out. /

( who could this be? )

/ zooms the different toys scattered all over the floor in the living room. /

Parents Bedroom

/ zooms into the large bed where a large blanket is taking over. then there's a sudden movement under the pile of blanket /

( they seem to be waking up! )

( eomma is the first person to wake up in the house! )

y/n sits up, letting out an audible groan as she stretches out his limbs as she pushes the fluffy blanket aside. then rolling over to plant kisses on the chubby cheeks of the smaller bodies still sleeping soundly beside her. then to the little one on the other side.

/ zoom into the little bundle sleeping in the crib / * coo *

( the little ones are still in deep sleep. )

"i need to prepare breakfast before they wake up." y/n mumbles to herself, with a slight rasp in her voice from just waking up, she gets from bed and heads onto the kitchen.

* confused * ( it seems like the new superman isn't at home. ) ( wonder where he could be this early in the morning? )

Kitchen

y/n moves about the kitchen expertly, preparing breakfast for everyone, making sure that your quiet and the pans aren't clanging too much that will wake up the kids.

/ pans to the food beautifully laid out on the table /

* amazement * ( eomma prepared so many nutritious, delicious foods for everyone to enjoy! )

( eomma made gyeran-mari, doenjang-jjigae and japgokbap. )

( of course, some fruits too! )

Parents Bedroom

a little girl pushes herself up, scratching the back of her head, the mess that is her hair stuck in every direction.

( oh! it seems like someone has woken! )

she looks around the room until her eyes lands on one of the cameras perched on the wall ( freezes ), she rocks from side to side making sure her eyes are trained on it ( flinches ).

( the camera follows her every movement )

she quickly crawls off the large bed and shuffles sleepily out of the room.

Kitchen, Living room

the little girl pauses ( startled ) cautiously she approaches the tent and peeks inside. she spots a man sitting inside clad in all dark coloured clothing. she bops her head ( nice to meet you ) as a greeting then carefully backs away.

"good morning, ha eun!" y/n greets her, as you got down on your knees and opening up your arm for a hug, ha eun runs into your arm as she buries her face in the crooks of your neck. you pressed little kisses on her temple. ( so much love in the morning ) * awe *

"good morning, eomma..." ha eun mumbles as she fiddles with the cloth of your shirt "did you have a good sleep?" ( so caring! this home really is full of love )

"yes, i did. how about you? did you get a good sleep?" you asked, running the palm of your over her ha eun’s hair to tame it down.

ha eun nods and swivels around pointing at the vj tent.

“eomma, there’s cameras.”

“yes, there is. can you tell me how many of the tents are in here?” you asked.

“there are three.” * cheers * * amazement * ( she can count at this age already? truly an amazing family! )

“good job! did you tell them your good morning yet?” you asked, ha eun shook her head, “can you tell them good morning and ask if they slept well?”

“yes.” ha eun scrambled to the furthest tent, pushing aside the flaps peeking her head in, “good morning uncle. did you have a good sleep?”

“yes, i had a great sleep.”

ha eun nods in satisfaction and quickly moves to the other tent. asking about their sleep. after that, ha eun walks over to the table and pulling on the high chair. carefully climbing and seating herself, watching you move about in the kitchen.

“ha eun, are you hungry?”

ha eun shook her head ‘no’.

“i’ll wait for ha yoon to wake up. i want to eat with her.” *coo * ( eating meals with people is satisfying and fulfilling rather than being alone. )

"where’s appa?"

"appa is at the gym right now. but, he'll be back soon."

"eomma, is the baby okay?"

( baby? what ha eun talking about? )

/ flashback to the kitchen earlier on / / zoom in to your growing belly / ( y/n is currently two months pregnant! ) * coo *

“yes, the baby is okay! are you worried about your little sibling?”

ha eun nods her head.

“i want them to be as healthy and happy as chin hae.” * coo *

( ha eun is definitely a caring and thoughtful noona )

Entry way

* beeping of the door passcode * * the sound of the doorknob turning *

/ slow motion, a figure approaches /

( who is it? )

"good morning." ho seok greets, placing his gym bag on the sofa.

( it's wonho a.k.a lee ho seok! ) * amazement *

ho seok: hello, my name is lee ho seok, but i am mainly known as wonho. nice to meet you.

/ photo of lee ho seok and y/n together / ( they have been dating since 2021) ( ho seok and y/n met through acquaintances who y/n met during her trip in seoul )

/ flashes their wedding photo hung up on their wall / ( they got married after 3 years of dating )

( then... )

/ a photo of y/n's ultrasound / / a video of y/n's bare swollen belly while ho seok ran his large hands over it / ( appa is very excited to meet them! ) * coo *

/ a video of their twin girls as newborn babies, ha eun being held by ho seok in his arms while ha yoon laid in the hospital bassinet sleeping soundly / ( they welcomed their baby girls after a year of marriage )

( ha yoon being 3 minutes older than ha eun )

( chin hae followed after ) /an ultrasound photo of chin hae / / the girls excitedly and patiently waiting for their little brother to come out, while talking to her belly /

( they are excited to become a noona! )

/ a video of ha eun and ha yoon placing a peck his chubby cheeks / ( sweet kisses )

/ video footage of chin hae being guarded by his noonas while appa and eomma are doing housechores / * coo *

( they seem really good noona's to chin hae! )

ho seok: i am a proud father of three beautiful children. 20-month-old twins, ha eun and ha yoon and 6-month-old, chin hae. say hello.

ha yoon: my name is lee ha yoon and i'm 20-months-old. *amazement*

ha eun: nice meet you. i am ha eun ( they speak so well ) ( they seem like a loving family )

ho seok: and this our youngest, chin hae. ha yoon, ha eun, how old is your little brother?

ha eun: 20 years old.

ho seok: 20? no, he’s 6 months.

( why did you decide to come onto the return of superman? )

ho seok: i have a hectic schedule. i come home everyday at really late hours, i only ever see them asleep. my wife stays and takes care of them and when i do get a chance to play with them and talk to them, it happens during in the morning. then i leave again. i want to be a part of children’s life and i want to be a good dad. i already cleared half of my schedule for them but i feel it isn’t enough. this show will definitely bridge the gap that is growing between us. so, please, enjoy.

“appa.” ha eun held out her hand, wanting to be carried by her dad, ho seok complies and hooking his large hand on her armpits and lifting her up. he lets her rest on his arm as he peppers her cheeks with kisses, ha eun rest her head on his shoulder.

“did you sleep well?”

“appa, i missed you.” said ha eun, not answering his question.

“did you miss appa?”

“yes. you’re always away.”

( how did it feel when ha eun said that?)

ho seok: it hurts a lot and it makes me sad. it shows that they’re always looking for me and i missed out so many things, they wanted to experience things with me. don’t worry, ha eun, ha yoon and chin hae, i will make it up for you. i love you.

Parents Bedroom

( shuffle ) ha yoon wriggles around the bed and rolled onto her stomach.

ha yoon sits up with her eyes closed, her face all scrunched up and hair as well as ha eun is sticking out in every direction. ( still sleepy )

“appa.” ha yoon calls out croakily ( did she wake up by the sound of her dad’s voice? )

“appa!” ha yoon calls out again, though louder than the first time.

just in time, ho seok walks through the door with ha eun in his arms.

( superman has come to save the day! ) * awe *

“i’m here, i’m here.” ho seok gestures for ha yoon to come to his arm whilst still holding ha eun. ha yoon carefully crawls over to the foot of the bed, ho seok leans in to pick her up carefully and shifting her in a comfortable position on his hip.

“ha yoon, good morning. did you sleep well? hm?”

ha yoon didn’t respond ( still sleepy ), leaning her head on the crooks of ho seok’s neck, warily watches the camera around the bedroom.

( spy, spy )

Kitchen/Dining

“ha yoon! you’re awake! ha eun was waiting patiently for you to wake up so, you could eat together.” said y/n as you take out their food bowls and training chopsticks, laying them out on their high chair table.

/ zoom into ha yoon’s sleepy face / ( thank you for waiting patiently for me ha eun )

ho seok carefully placed them into their high chair as you serve them their food. ho seok carefully gathers ha eun’s hair into a small ponytail and ties it with a hair tie he found laying around on the night stand that he now had around his wrists.

ho seok then proceed to place the bib around their neck.

/ zoom into ha yoon reaching for her training chopsticks and poking her little fingers through the plastic loops. / / zoom into ha eun who giddily watches eomma serve her platter while clutching onto the bright pink spoon /

“say thank you for the food.” ho seok request as he took a seat.

/ zoom /

“thank you for the food.” ha yoon mumbles before digging in to the doenjang-jjigae, taking a spoonful of it.

( ha yoon loves eomma’s doenjang-jjigae! she eats so gracefully! )

/ zoom /

“thank you.” ha eun says as she scoops some doenjang-jjigae into her tray full of japgokbap and mixing it around.

* amazement * ( ha eun definitely knows how to eat well )

/ zooms into ho seok who eats scarfs down a bowl of doenjang-jjigae /

( they got it from their appa )

/ zoom / ha yoon watches ho seok closely as he bring the edge of the bowl to his lips,

“appa, you eat so well.” ha yoon compliments.

“appa eats well?” ho seok smiles,

“yes.”

“everyone needs to eat well so they can grow up to be strong and healthy.” ho seok explains, sending the 20-month-old set of twins into deep thought.

“eomma, you need to eat too, you need to be healthy and the baby needs to be healthy.” ha eun orders,

( so thoughtful )

“eomma, if you don’t eat. the baby is going to be upset. right, appa?” ha yoon asked,

“yes, can you tell eomma to eat well?”

“eomma, you need to eat lots of food for the baby!” ha eun declares.

“yes, i will eat very well.” you say.

then the sound of chin hae’s cries resonated throughout the whole apartment.

“chin hae, appa is coming!”

ho seok immediately stands up and rushes to the bedroom.

Parent’s Bedroom

chin hae had tears running down his cheeks as he stood being supported by the railing of his crib. sobbing.

“it’s okay! it’s okay!” ho seok comforts as he bounces the little 6-month-old baby who calmed in the arms of his father.

( chin hae is the safest in his appa’s arms. )

ho seok peppers his hairy head with kisses.

“hm? did you sleep well? did you get scared because your noona’s weren’t in the same room?” ho seok asked,

( yes. )

Kitchen, Dining

chin hae is cuddled up against ho seok as feeds him baby food. his little boy would enthusiastically bang his tiny hands on the table whenever he sees ho seok dips the spoon back into the jar of baby food, the eagerly opens his little mouth when the spoon comes to approach him.

( chin hae eats so well too! )

( twins focused on their food )

“i have an announcement today!” ho seok says.

/ slow motion / ( what will the announcement be? )

( is it a new toy? )

“eomma is going out today. you will stay with appa the whole day! are you excited?” ho seok announced with a huge grin.

( quiet ) * laughs *

“are you not excited for appa?”

( quiet )

“appa, we’re eating right now.” ha eun says.

( how well will the day turn? )

[foenixs]

Spiral Out of Control

note: my first attempt at writing for an anime character, I know this is mainly a kpop blog but i wanna try sth new and see if it works too

word count: 817

includes- sub!Decim x dom!human!reader, handjob

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Decim was bound under your presence, your knowledge, which was tainted by emotions, was so unfamiliar to him, yet it tingled his interest in a way that made you never leave his sight.

He wanted to learn from you, all the subtle ways you could read the people that came to his bar. How you seemed to blindly know right from wrong even though you were a mere human.

The way you swayed gracefully with every step made him freeze up, unable to move an inch, a quick breath leaving him as soon as you disappeared around the corner.

He felt like a stranger to himself, his head empty of words that could describe what he was feeling, the feeling of feeling something alone a new sensation.

Decim looked upon his trembling hands, putting the cocktail he was holding down on the counter before he could spill the clear beverage.

Gripping onto the wood beneath him he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out. He had no idea when the next guests would arrive, but your scent alarmed him of the incoming work.

His eyes shoot open to look at you when he feels a warm hand brush over his. You had moved next to him behind the counter, staring up at Decim with worried eyes.

“Everything alright? You ready to work?”

He nods quickly, his eyes fixated on the glass in front of him to avoid your glance, but the quick tapping of his foot gives away his nervousness.

As you scan his body in concern you notice him subtly rubbing his crotch against the bar. You pull him towards you by his belt loops, hiding your smirk behind his hair as you whisper into his ear.

“Follow me.”

His legs felt numb, his body following you mindlessly as if a string bound him to you. He only notices the change of scenery when your knee rubs up against his bulge, your hands trapping him against the bathroom door.

Decim’s breath fell quiet, his eyes blinking in slow motion as he tried grasp onto the last shard of reality, the truth shattering around him as your touch pulls him down into a spiral of submission. But he was not scared, amid his lost mind he did not fear what you would do to him, no, he craved it.

You pull his collar to the side, kissing over the cold flesh that you exposed. His hips jolt forward when you bite his skin, a sound he had never made before falling from his lips.

“Why does this feel so good?”

The question seemed not to matter as he lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder, thrusting his hips against your thigh subconsciously.

You let your pointer finger run down his shirt, playing with each button before pulling on his belt. You tuck his pants down to his knees, your thumb stroking back up his thigh as you watch Decim’s member twitch in anticipation.

Disappointment ran through your mind as you muster his all too normal body. For some reason you had expected his cock to be purple, like his eyes, or have little thorns, and his blushing expression has you guessing that he had thought the same.

Gripping onto his base you slide your palm up his shaft, rubbing your thumb over his tip when it’s in reach. He slams his head back against the wooden door, grunting in pain as the unfamiliar pleasure rains down on him.

You can’t help but chuckle at his pathetic thrusts into your hand, his cock dripping with precum in a matter of minutes.

Decim feels like he’s falling through the ground, his body writhing in a fight against his logic that tells him to get up and cleanse himself of these human feelings. But his heart screams louder than his mind and it makes his limp body lean into your touch as all reason not to leaves him.

Just as the bottom of the spiral comes into sight, his high waiting to be reached, a series of memories flash in front of Decim’s eyes.

He trips, stumbling over his orgasm, stuttering out mumbles as his cum taints your hand. You have to wrap one arm around his torso to keep you both from falling over, balancing the sticky substance in your palm as to not ruin your clothes.

You gently stroke over his back, helping him calm down as he mutters one word over and over: “work”

After your rinse Decim’s cum off your hand, helping him dress up again, you gently push him out the bathroom door, following not far behind as he tumbles back to the bar.

Two women are waiting on the stools, the glass still standing lonesome on the counter, and you shake off the last remnants of desire as you watch Decim explain the same old rules to the unknowing guests.

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When in Love (Sam Wilson x Reader)

A/N: I love Sam Wilson period. 

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Summary: Bucky did indeed flirt with Sam’s sister again........and now they’re getting married. Sam brought you as his date to their big day. 

“It’s not too late to get Carlos,” Sam said as you straightened his tie, Sam could do it by himself but then he wouldn’t have an excuse to have you near him. 

“I’m pretty sure people would notice if the groom weren’t to make an appearance.” You said as you finished straightening his tie, letting your hands linger there for a while as you looked up into his dark eyes. 

“Don’t know unless we try.” Sam half heartedly said. He was only half joking, for the past few years he saw Sarah happier than she had been in years. He knew Bucky treated her well and that he loved the kids as well. Sam knew Bucky would never hurt them. 

Didn’t mean that Sam didn’t have Carlos on speed dial and an alibi set up just in case. 

(Y/n) lightly smacked her hand against Sam’s chest as he laughed. His warm dark eyes lit up as he looked at her. 

(Y/n) smiled and rolled her eyes. She had gotten ready before driving over and Sam couldn’t help but think of how beautiful she was in sky blue. 

Sam had been nervous when he asked (Y/n) to be his date to Sarah and Bucky’s wedding. He knew she wasn’t one for parties where she didn’t know anyone but she had surprised him by accepting. 

“We have a wedding to get to.” You drew him from his thoughts while grabbing your clutch on the bed and walking out the door to wait for him. You had no idea the effect on Sam, even the way your hips sway when you walked away drove him insane. 

Sam took a deep breath in to calm his nerves as he readied himself mentally. Sam was not only going to be one of Bucky’s groomsmen but also the one giving Sarah away. 

Their father was the one to give her away the first time she got married, and now since their father had passed Sam was the only one left for the job. 

Sam gathered his thoughts and headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs to see your figure waiting for him patiently at the bottom. 

You hear the stairs creak under his feet and look up. You had always thought he looked attractive, but put that man in a suit and your knees began growing weak. 

You barely managed to tear your eyes away from him for a second as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even. 

“Ready.” 

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The wedding had been beautiful, it was held at the church. The aisle and booths were decorated with white flowers and ribbons. 

On Bucky’s side there was Dora Milaje and T’Challa. Along with Thor, Brunheilda, and the Guardians. Rocket was mostly looking at Bucky’s metal arm though. 

The Ceremony had been just as beautiful, Sarah walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown which made Bucky tear up with Sam. AJ and Cass were already by Bucky’s side, after all Bucky had named them his Best Men. 

While Sarah and Bucky said their vows Sam’s gaze couldn’t help but wonder to you. You were seated by Sarah’s side of the church along with almost everyone in town. You smiled and wiped a few tears as the vows got increasingly emotional. You had been seated near a glass stained window and all of its colors bathed you in it’s light. You just got more beautiful the longer he looked at you. 

Suddenly your eyes had met with his, and he felt his heart stop and breathing suddenly became difficult. It wasn’t unwelcomed though, in fact it was quite the opposite. Sam didn’t look away and neither did you. You both had stared at each other until Sam decided to be bold and wink and flash his intoxicating smile. You smiled bashfully before winking back and tearing your eyes from his to focus back to the stars of the day as Sam did the same thing. 

The reception was back at the house, Sam and a few other people from town helped set up the yard yesterday. Making an area for dancing, dining, food, socializing. Decorating it with magnolias and fairy lights and it looked stunning. 

The sun had almost begun to set by the time everyone got back to the house to enjoy the party. 

Bucky and Sarah did their first dance as husband and wife to an old 1940′s song and was later joined by AJ and Cass. Bucky had gone above and beyond to make sure the boys had been included in everything. 

After their dance ended, something faster paced began to play and almost everyone began to make their way to the dance floor. You and Sam being among them. Sam had twirled you around and danced with you until it was time for the toasts to begin. 

“I just want to thank everyone who came here today,” Bucky began to speak on the microphone, a beer in his hand. “I especially want to thank AJ and Cass for letting me into their lives, and my beautiful wife Sarah.” Bucky paused and gave her a wink, Sarah winked back and smiled. “I promise to uphold my vows and protect and love you and the boys with everything I have.” He raised his beer bottle in cheers before taking a quick swig out of it. 

AJ and Cass had performed their toast next, welcoming him into their family and just an overall sweet speech which ended with Bucky in tears for the second time that day. It made your heart swell to see Bucky so happy after all these years he had to endure alone and tortured. He deserved this, they all did. Sarah, Bucky, Cass, and Aj deserved to be happy together. 

A few other people gave speeches before Sam gave his. Even Rocket gave an impromptu speech. 

“Can I have that arm now?”

“No.”

“I’m getting that arm.” 

You saw a quick look of fear cross Bucky’s face as Rocket was approached by Dora Milaje and struggled to hold in a small laugh. 

Sam made his way up the stage to give his speech. He straightened his jacket before grabbing the microphone. 

“Sarah as your brother I am so proud of you and I know if Dad and Mom were here they would say the exact same thing. They would be proud of the woman and of the mother you have become.” Sam said with tears at the corners of his eyes at the mention of their parents, Sarah wiped her tears away as well. “Bucky as your friend I know Steve would be as proud and as happy for you as I am. Happy that you have finally found your peace and I welcome you to the family with open arms.” He raised his glass to Bucky who returned the favor. “Although I do recall telling you not to flirt with my sister,” laughter then ensued as Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “As Sarah’s brother,” Sam then motioned to Carlos sitting at one of the tables, “I want you to know that it’s not too late for me to get Carlos to feed you to the fish if necessary.” Carlos then waved and laughed at the groom who returned the favor. “treat her and the boys well and I guess we’re no longer co workers.” Laughter erupted as Sam took a drink in congratulations as did everyone else. 

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As the party began to die down you had snuck out the pier to get some fresh air away from everyone. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy their company and didn’t get to meet some pretty interesting people. It was just you needed a moment to yourself to relax. You were an introvert at heart and so many people at once tended to overwhelm you sometimes. 

You watched as the water moved gracefully, breathing in time with it. The lights from the party reflected in the water and the music could still be heard although softer now. 

You didn’t even seem to notice a certain man making his way to you before you heard a silent ‘oh shit’. 

If Sam thought you had looked beautiful before, now you were angelic. The sun had long before set and now your figure was illuminated by the faint lights of the party and the moon. It gave you an almost ethereal glow as he noticed your hands fidgeting. A habit he noticed a long time ago, you always have to do something with your hands. He honestly found it cute. 

Sam had been so caught up in you that he hadn’t noticed a little loose board and nearly tripped over himself. 

Your hands stopped moving as you saw Sam holding onto the wooden railing of the pier for dear life. You laughed a little at Sam’s embarrassed expression as he tried to walk it off as though it didn’t happen. 

You looked back out to the water as Sam finally made his way to your side. Out of the side of your eye you caught a glimpse at the man beside you. The light of the party and the moon made him look romantic, and you noticed that at some point in the night Sam discarded his tie and jacket, rolled the sleeves up his forearms and unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt. He started fidgeting with the watch on his wrist as you both look at the water dancing. 

You could hear the upbeat music from the party change to another slow dance. 

“You wanna dance?” 

You turned and saw Sam with his hand out, ready to take your hand if you accepted. Which you did. 

Slowly you and Sam moved with the beat, the music was quiet and the lights had made the moment all the more romantic. 

Sam held your hand in one and his other hand went to your waist, pulling you flush against him making your heart beat out your chest. 

Neither of you said a word, Sam hummed in tune with the song as you smiled at him. 

Sam’s heart was beating out of his chest, usually he was smooth. Usually Sam had no trouble speaking to ladies, but it seemed as though you were the exception. 

A couple of seconds passed before Sam finally broke the silence. 

“Usually I can speak just fine in front of someone,” He started his deep voice quiet, “but now I can’t seem to speak without getting all tongue tied.”

You laughed a little at that, Sam loved your laugh. He couldn’t understand why but your laugh always seemed to put him in a better mood. 

“What’s so funny?” Sam asked with a smile on his face, you wondered if his smile would ever stop making your heart beat faster. 

“It’s just something my Mum used to tell me,” you explained, “what you just said reminded me of it.”

“Tell me.” He said his eyes focused on you, eyes reflecting the light from the reception. You looked down bashfully before meeting his eyes again. 

“When in love speech becomes meaningless.” 

Sam’s dark eyes stared into yours intensely as if you had become the only thing left in the world. 

For a moment you wonder if you had misread the signs, maybe you had scared him. Panic starts to fill you as you begin to apologize before his hands move from their places at your waist and hand to either side of your face and kiss you. 

The first thing you noticed was that Sam tasted of beer and spice. The next thing you noticed was how soft his lips were on yours and how gently he moved against you. 

You had been so lost in the kiss that you hadn’t noticed the music dying down and the lights going out, all there was, was you and him. 

You both pulled away reluctantly and watched as the moonlight reflected off the water. Content with not speaking another word and just holding each other in peace.

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back for more - matthew tkachuk

a/n: first of all idk what this title is i just wanted to post this lol. back with more matty but this time with a splash of smut. wasn’t expecting it to be so filthy but here we are. let me know what you think! (it seriously means the world to get feedback)

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

You grew up in St. Louis, becoming quite close with the Tkachuk family when they moved in next door. You were basically inseparable from Brady and Taryn, but Matthew had been another story. He knew exactly how to piss you off, somehow managing to strike a nerve with every comment he threw your way. It didn’t help that he made you so nervous, he was attractive and he knew it. No matter how much both your parents tried, there was no way you two could peacefully coexist. Safe to say you avoided him at all costs, which wasn’t a lot with how close your families were. When Matthew left for Calgary, you finally got a break, able to enjoy your time at the Tkachuk house without his constant bickering. 

Fast forward four years and you were offered your dream job right out of college. But there was a catch: it was in Calgary. It wasn’t even a decision to be made, this was the opportunity of a lifetime and you knew that the city was big enough to avoid Matthew. Except apparently it wasn't, and now you were stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of winding up in his bed. 

You were lucky enough to know one of the other girls that worked at your company, quickly falling into an easy friendship with her. It was Saturday night and you and Ella decided to go out, both looking your absolute best. You went for all black, throwing on your favorite jeans, v-neck bodysuit, and heeled booties. As soon as you walked into the bar, you were hit with the dense, warm air, your attention drawn straight to one of the tvs showing highlights of the Flames win that night. You scoffed, not even wanting to think about Matthew, and pulled Ella to go get your first round. Soon enough, you found yourself talking to a guy at the bar, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. But little did you know the young guys of the Flames had just walked in, in the mood to celebrate their win. Matthew felt his breath hitch in his throat the second he saw you. He knew you had moved to the city, his mom begging him to reach out and make you feel welcome, but of course he hadn’t. What he didn’t know is how unbelievably good you looked. He had always harboured a crush for you, something about the sweet girl next door just doing it for him. But you quickly became close with Brady and he didn’t want to intervene if there was something there. So in typical teenage boy fashion he did his best to annoy you at all times. By the time it was clear that you and Brady were just friends, he had already established his dislike for you and felt that it was too late to backtrack. But now here you were. Maybe it was the way your jeans perfectly cupped your ass or the high he was still riding from scoring two goals just hours before, but Matthew headed straight towards you. 

There was no denying that the guy in front of you was hot, but something about his personality was straight up boring you. Just as you began plotting your escape, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You eagerly turned, expecting it to be Ella coming back from the bathroom, but your face dropped when you saw him. “Matthew,” you sighed, a self-satisfied smirk already on his face. 

“Long time no see Y/N, hmm?” he grinned. 

You may have hated him, but you couldn’t say he wasn’t beautiful. He towered over you, messy brown curls falling onto his forehead just above his baby blue eyes. His black t-shirt fit him perfectly, tight on his broad shoulders and around his biceps. His scent was intoxicating, daring you to move closer to his frame. And that’s when you knew you were a goner. 

He somehow charmed you into coming home with him that night, not that you were putting up much of a fight. Nearly two months later, you found yourself under his spell, spending night after night together. 

Tonight was no different. After a long east coast road trip, Matthew was begging you to come over despite the early hour of the morning. And that’s where you found yourself, pressed up against his door weakening beneath his body. His hands were heavy on your waist, moving his mouth from yours to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. You whimpered as he started to suck your sweet spot between his teeth, feeling him smirk against your soft skin as he wound you up. “Matt- Matthew, please,” you begged, hands gently pulling his curls making him groan. With just a few touches he had you dripping for him, no one compared to the way he worshiped your body. He moved his hands down your body, splaying across your ass then your thighs. He gently tapped them urging you to jump, which you did right away, gasping when you felt how hard he was against you as you wrapped your legs around his hips. 

“What do you want babygirl? You just gotta tell me,” Matthew whispered in your ear, making sure to grind into your core a little extra as he spoke. 

“Fuck,” you whined. “Your t-tongue, your fingers. Please Matty.”

Matthew moved to carry you into his bedroom, continuing his assault on your neck. “Whatever my girl wants she gets.” You tried not to overthink his possessive language, and luckily you were quickly distracted as he dropped you on his bed. You couldn’t help but giggle as you bounced on the soft material, him grinning down at you, eyes full of admiration. It was moments like these that made you question the original agreement of just sex. He could be so sweet, so respectful. But you didn’t let yourself go there, knowing he had no interest in a relationship, especially not with his former childhood enemy.  

Your thoughts were interrupted as Matthew went back to work, lips reattaching to your neck and rough hands slipping underneath your sweatshirt. You arched up into him in desperate need of more friction. He was taking his sweet time marking up your collarbone, but you couldn’t wait any longer, pushing him off your body so you could pull off your top. 

“Someone’s eager,” he chirped with a smirk. 

“Oh shut up,” you snapped back, pushing his head further down your body. 

Matthew chuckled and wrapped his hands around your back, gracefully unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. His pink lips trailed down, covering your boobs in fresh bruises, the partially healed ones still lingering from previous nights. Once he reached the band of your leggings he wasted no time pulling them off your legs in one swift motion, but he left your panties behind. He wasn’t quite done teasing you. Matthew hooked both your legs over his shoulders, settling in. His dominant hand moved to finally ghost your core, fingers faintly dragging up the black lace. He smiled up at you as he took in the sight in front of him. You were squirming beneath him, already losing control of your body completely. His thumb rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles, your arousal becoming visible through the material. 

“Mattttty,” you whined, begging him to do something, anything. 

He normally hated that nickname, it reeked of desperation from girls he had no plans of calling again. But when it fell from your lips he felt his dick twitch and his heart melt. No matter how many times he told himself differently, you weren’t just another girl and deep down he knew it.   

“Okay, okay princess. I got you,” he cooed, finally pulling your panties off. “Fuck,” he groaned as he saw you glistening before him, “So wet for me baby.”

He delved right in, dragging his tongue up your slit, reveling in hearing your moans as he finally gave you what you needed so desperately. Your hands flew straight to his head, pulling at his curls making him moan into you. Slowly but surely he reached your clit, wrapping his swollen lips around it before detaching his mouth with a pop. 

“Mhm, you taste so fucking good babygirl,” he groaned. 

You didn’t have time to respond before he went back to work, tongue massaging your clit just right. You had learned very quickly that this boy knew exactly what he was doing. With one finger he teased your entrance, feeling you out before sliding it in. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, your back arching off the mattress as he curled it against your g-spot perfectly.   

Matthew smirked against you, blue eyes lifting to lock with your gaze. He added another finger and picked up his pace. He knew you were close, and he also knew just how to finish you off. He flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head back and forth, arm resting heavy on your waist to keep you from moving.

“Ma-Matty I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck,” you yelled out, not holding back in the least bit. His name continued to fall out of your lips in a chant as you reached your high. 

Matthew milked you through your orgasm, making sure to look up and watch as you fell apart. It was his favorite sight: the way your back arched, face twisted, and legs shaked. He finally slowed his movements, pulling back to watch your cum spill out as he removed his fingers. You sat up on your elbows trying to regain your breath, in awe of the man in front of you and the earth shattering orgasms he never failed to give you. He locked eyes with you, a devilish smirk on his face as he moved to suck his fingers clean. 

“Feel better?” He teased with a self-satisfied grin on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, dragging him up by his shirt to kiss him, sighing as you tasted yourself on his tongue. He gently bit your bottom lip, making you pull away to urge him to shed his clothes.

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Two more orgasms later, you fell back against the mattress, chest rising with each breath as your body started to come down. Matthew laid next to you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck and his arm heavy across your waist. The two of you stayed like this for several minutes, basking in one another’s warmth. Neither of you would ever admit it, but this was your favorite moment of the night. That short bit of time when it was acceptable for fuck buddies to hold each other right after sex. But eventually you found yourself fighting everything within you and escaping from his grasp, moving to the bathroom to go clean up. Like usual, Matthew loosened his grip on you and watched you walk away, the door closing behind you. 

Normally he would push his feelings to the side and let you leave, but he didn’t know if he could handle pretending tonight. Before he could talk himself out of it, he got out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of boxers and grabbing a t-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to emerge, heart beating out of his chest. 

When you opened the door, you were expecting to see Matthew already half asleep, mumbling a goodbye to you. Early on in your arrangement, he insisted you stayed over in the guestroom, not wanting you to go home alone so late, but you refused. The best he got out of you was a text when you got home safe. You just couldn’t allow yourself to wake up in his apartment, that would be a cruel joke to your true feelings. But tonight, he was waiting up for you, a t-shirt in his hand. 

You gave him a confused look, suddenly feeling very exposed in front of him. 

Matthew moved his hands out to you, urging you to grab the shirt.

“What are you doing?” you questioned. There was no way this was what you hoped it was, he wouldn’t.

“Put it on,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Wha-,”

“I can’t do this anymore, okay? I can’t watch you leave every night and then fall asleep alone wishing I was holding you. So put the shirt on and get back in bed.”

It was almost like you didn’t believe him. You gave him another quizzical look, to which he responded by gesturing it towards you again. You finally reached out and grabbed the shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. It was big, and you couldn’t deny that your heart fluttered as the soft fabric fell over your frame. You hesitantly moved towards the bed, climbing back under the sheets. Matthew slid in behind you, immediately reaching and grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

You stayed silent for a minute, but your mind wouldn’t shut off. You couldn’t just pretend that this was normal. 

“You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re not that dumb,” you mumbled at the end. 

He scoffed, but it quickly turned into a chuckle as you turned in his arms and he saw your face, laced with confusion. 

“What is there to talk about?” he smirked. 

“Matty,” you warned, not blind to how his cheeks pinkened at the name.  

Matthew sighed, “Look, Y/N, I don’t think you hate me as much as you pretend to. And I’m telling you that I never hated you like it seemed for all those years. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure we’ve been exclusively hooking up for a while now and fuck, I want more,” he declared. 

You of course agreed with him, but you decided to have a little fun. 

“How do you know you’re not just one of many on my roster, hmm?” you teased, but he saw right through you. 

“You’re here almost every night I’m not away. I would honestly be impressed if you were doing that,” he laughed as he looked down at you, moving his hand to play with your hair. 

You didn’t even have words, just cupping his cheek and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was staring at you with the softest eyes, and after so long you finally let yourself stare back. 

“Okay but I’m not telling our parents. That’s on you,” you spoke. 

“Umm, about that, I already told my mom-”

“You told your mom that we’re fucking! What is wrong with you Matthew?” you exclaimed, playfully hitting his bare chest as he burst into laughter. 

“No! I just told her we started hanging out a little bit. That’s all baby.”

“Oh thank god,” you sighed, relieved that the woman you basically considered a second mother didn’t know that your relationship with her son started as a Saturday night bar hook up. 

After another fit of giggles, the physical and emotional exhaustion of the night finally struck. You turned into Matthew’s body and nuzzled into his chest, his arms holding you close. His lips grazed your forehead, whispering goodnight. But just when you felt your eyes slipping shut, you heard that voice one more time. 

“I should probably tell you though, Brady knows about the fucking.”

“Mathewwwww,” you groaned into his skin, feeling your body shake as his vibrated with laughter. 

Even though you had a lot of explaining to do back home, you were so happy to have the pest by your side through it all. 

[bubble-tea-bunny]

in the wind

[mako x reader]

author’s note: i would like to thank fallin’ flower by svt for giving me inspo. this is totally different from the idea i had originally but i like this cuz it’s seasonally appropriate. just gonna tuck the other idea away for now and probably write it for bolin cuz it fits him more hehehe

word count: 5,068

Your side of the bed is empty when Mako wakes up this morning, but that comes as no surprise. Occasionally you’re up and out of the apartment before sunrise, the slightly sloppy arrangement of the blanket’s edge stuffed beneath your pillow lone evidence of having been there at all. Mako makes the bed properly now that he’s standing, and the finishing touch is the fluffy bunny toy he nearly steps on by accident. You must’ve knocked it off the bed and not noticed. With a small smile he picks it up and sets it between the pillows. He’d won that for you at the fair last year, the only prize he’d managed to get, and he’d complained with a huff about how the games are rigged and that’s why he was performing poorly but you just laughed and assured him you were perfectly happy with your bunny.

While he isn’t surprised to find you gone by the time he’s awake, especially because it’s been happening consistently all this week, what does surprise him is the harsh breeze that nips at his skin once he’s outside. He can’t help the scrunching of his nose and he considers turning around to grab his scarf, but decides against it. He had plans to show up to the department a little earlier today to catch up on paperwork. It would be fine. He’d be inside most of the day anyway.

Or, well, he expected to be. But he ends up being wrong. As luck would have it, Chief Beifong has him on the beat since the officer who would typically be patrolling the area is out sick. So he’s outside again, a sorry amount of progress made on the stack of folders on his desk, trying to fight back sniffles and hoping his nose isn’t as red as he thinks it is. A mother walks by with her son around whose neck she pulls a scarf, wrapped tight and tucked into place, a motion complimented by a light admonition to keep it on and not tug it off again, lest he get sick. And mostly to herself, as she straightens up, she speculates lowly where this sudden turn in the weather has come from. But Mako hears and lets out a light sigh, breath materializing in front of him, and wonders the same.

One consolation of being forced to deal with the brunt of the weather is that Mako’s patrol takes him through the park. Fewer people came here once summer began turning to fall, the cooler air less conducive to outdoor actives like picnics or simply laying out in the grass to enjoy the sun. Today the park is even emptier than usual with the chill in the air, and the icy gusts sweep through the trees which rustle loudly and let go of their leaves, too weak to hold on.

The grass is losing color and the leaves which have fallen are brown and crunch beneath his boots. What leaves are left on the trees are brilliant hues of red and yellow, the truest sign that autumn has arrived in Republic City. Though some may not favor the cooler weather, no one can deny the beauty of a shifting season. Mako certainly won’t try to, and besides, he can hardly feel the severity of the wind anymore, after being outside for some time. Or maybe his face is just numb now.

His patrol is quiet and uneventful, another day passing peacefully. The sun is disappearing behind the horizon, orange light almost blinding as it reflects off the windows of the skyscrapers. Chief Beifong passes by Mako’s desk on her way out and he pauses in his efforts to sort through the new files plopped down on his desk while he was away to listen as she informs him that the officer on sick leave should be back tomorrow. He nods. All right. Thanks, Chief.

She leaves with a curt nod and a sly aside that it’s a good thing too, because if Mako had to be out there again, his nose might fall off. Mako covers his nose with his hand, cheeks heating up. So it did turn red!

It’s dark by the time he’s packed up and left the department. He knows it isn’t late, but the shorter days make it feel that way, and serve to make him feel tired more quickly. However, his destination right now isn’t the apartment. Instead, halfway along the route there, he makes a turn down a different street, continuing until a familiar building comes into view.

Two women come out through the front doors and upon seeing him, smile and wave amicably. One of them says you’re inside, where you always are, and Mako grins back and says thank you. Sure enough, light is peaking through the crack beneath the third door on the left, and he turns the knob and pulls back, opening it and slipping through into the room.

You’re all alone in the dance room, and he knows you see him because of the mirrors covering three of the walls, from the ground up to the ceiling. But you never break your stride, humming to yourself and moving in time with the beat you have set. He stays close to the door, leaning against it in silence and watching you with adoration flittering in his eyes that he doesn’t try to hide.

He knew you were a dancer before the two of you even talked for the first time. He’s nothing if not observant, something of a necessity give his job, and he could easily pick up on the way you held yourself, a sense of ease and litheness to your person he doesn’t often see. His urge to confirm whether his guess is correct is what leads to that first conversation, and your smile when you tell him he’s right is so beautiful and he is transfixed.

Perhaps this aura you exude is practiced for the stage, but Mako is inclined to reason that it’s natural. And he is serving witness to evidence of such, as you dance your way through your routine before finally, you lower yourself gracefully to the floor, right in the center, and he can’t say for sure if it was intentional, the last pose of your dance, or if your muscles are no longer able to support you after practicing for as long as you have. Your nimble descent is punctuated with silence, your chest heaving in deep but controlled breaths and this scene is begging for a spotlight. You aren’t made for the stage; the stage is made for you.

When you meet his gaze through the mirror, he claps, and through your exhaustion you muster a shy smile. You’ve performed before many people but still feel flustered around him, and if he’s being honest, he’s flattered. He’d said as much to you in the past, fond of teasing and fonder still of the blush dusting your cheeks at having heard that.

You’re slow to stand which gives away that you are indeed sore, but you don’t complain about it. You never do. With an inquiry as to how his day has been, you put on your thick coat, ideal for fending off the cold, and scoop up your bag.

He waves a hand. Oh, you know. Same old, same old. And it’s true. It’s been quiet lately and while he certainly wouldn’t mind some exciting stakeouts or chases, he appreciates these quiet days as well. The point is that there’s not much worth talking about and he’d much rather hear about your day instead.

Same old, same old. You say his words back to him playfully and he chuckles, grasping your hand in his. Just practice, practice, and more practice. The company you’re with had decided to hold the upcoming performance outdoors in the park, rather than in the theater they typically were in. It was a chance to take advantage of the weather—it wasn’t so hot as to leave the dancers uncomfortable and weary, and the vibrant colors were a backdrop that could hardly be beat. A performance outside also meant a bigger audience, due to accessibility. Anyone would be welcome to stop and watch for however long they wished.

This performance is also why you leave the apartment during the early hours of morning. While you maintain a disciplined routine even when there are no performances to be preparing for, you’re even stricter with yourself when there are, since you need to ensure everything is perfect. Every small tilt of the head, every angle of an outstretched arm, every expression on your face. You’re the first one in the building and the last one out of it more often than not. He admires your work ethic.

The two of you walk outside and momentarily you let go of his hand to lock the doors. Once you’ve done that, you turn around and catch him sniffling and rubbing at his nose. You frown slightly.

“You forgot to bring a scarf.” It’s not a question.

Mako glances at you and scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, but it’s fine. Really.”

You’re not satisfied with that, but lucky for him, you come prepared. He holds his hand out for you to take but blinks in confusion when you proceed to ignore it and instead rifle through your bag. With a little noise of victory, you pull out your scarf: white, fluffy, and very warm.

Mako smiles, already feeling warmer from your thoughtfulness, but before he can take the scarf, you loop it around his neck for him. He crouches a little to make this easier, since you’re considerably shorter than he is, and you giggle as he does. His smile widens, and after you’re done, he stands straight and takes hold of your hand again. He brings it up to his mouth to lay a gentle kiss on the back of it.

“Thank you.”

You hum in a tone that means Of course. On the short trip home, Mako realizes there is something from his day he would like to share.

“I was out on patrol today and passed through the park,” he explains. “The trees were beautiful. I wished you’d been there to enjoy it with me.”

Your eyes sparkle with affection. “I wish I could’ve been there too. We’ll have to go when we find the time.”

When we find the time being the key phrase. You and Mako are busy with your separate obligations, and often don’t get to spend time together until the very end of the day. Mako meeting you at your dance company’s building and going home with you isn’t a common occurrence, only possible if he leaves work on time. And if he does, you usually tell him not to wait up for you and you’ll just see him when you get back to the apartment. At best, you have a couple of hours with each other, mostly spent in silence due to how tired you both are. But you make do with that. It’s better than nothing.

However, Mako doesn’t feel totally content with it. In fact, he feels rather guilty most days because his work prevents him from making it to your performances. You’ve never made known any disappointment or anger and take care to remind him that it’s okay, you aren’t bothered, but he knows deep down you’d like him to be there and your heart is just too kind to be upfront. It makes his own clench painfully with that growing guilt.

And so, upon the announcement of your company’s plan for the performance in the park, he promised you he would go. If it didn’t line up with his schedule, he would ask Chief Beifong to make changes to the shifts that would allow him to go and make up for it another day. You’d lit up when he told you this, and though you don’t explicitly say so, his promise motivates you to work even harder.

Mako sees it at the end of each day, whether when he meets you at the company building or when he sees you at home: late nights spent practicing, a sweat-laden brow, sore muscles, and a tired smile you gather the energy to grace him with whenever he turns your way and asks  if there’s anything he can do to help you feel more comfortable. He’ll be sitting on the couch and wordlessly open his arms, already knowing what your answer would be, and you plop down next to him and cuddle close, body relaxing with a deep breath. Faintly you admit to him that he makes you feel like you could dance forever.

Me? he questions, partly just to tease and partly from curiosity. He wanted to know more about what you meant by that.

You hum, lowly and fatigued, and he thinks that’s all you’ll share in the ways of a response, and he wouldn’t mind because you need to rest, but after a few seconds you continue. Remember when you teased me about being flustered when I dance in front of you? It’s because I want to do my best to impress you. You’d dance forever if he asked.

When you admit this, he only hugs you tighter and kisses your head and thinks that you don’t have to do anything other than be who you are in order to impress him. He’d love you all the same.

Seeing your hard work behind the scenes only makes him more excited to see the finished product. He hasn’t seen the entire routine, not that you would let him. You stress to him that you want it to be a surprise. It’s simple for him to respect your wish and he waits patiently as the days pass, another X marked on the calendar. In a way, the long shifts at the department are a positive if only because time seems to move quicker while he’s there, so preoccupied with work as he is.

The current month is gone in the blink of an eye. Gingerly you take the calendar from where it hangs on the wall to flip to the next page and Mako sees it, near the top: a big circle, the words “the big day” scribbled inside, in capital letters and paired with three exclamation points.

If it were even possible, he sees even less of you in the final two weeks before the performance. Not only are you working on your own routine, you’d agreed to assist some of the other senior members of the company in reviewing choreography with the less experienced dancers. Originally it hadn’t been one of your obligations, but when the need for extra help arose, you were happy to volunteer. This certainly does nothing to aid your lack of sleep or weary body, but you somehow have the strength to endure it all, looking none the worse for wear and donning a big grin as you explain to Mako what task you’ve taken up.

Of course, the way you plop down into bed each night and fall asleep immediately gives it away, but Mako promises not to tell anyone.

On the day of the show—or, according to the calendar, THE BIG DAY!!!—he wonders as he gets ready for work if you’ll be able to find extra time to review your dance. You’d remarked last night that you hoped you’d be able to, but your new priority had been to help the other dancers run through their choreographies until they—and, well, you too to some extent, given the years of experience you have on them and the trained eye you’ve developed—feel satisfied.

But then you resolved that if you don’t get the chance, it’s okay, and maybe you’re saying it more to yourself than to Mako but he still made sure to remind you not to run yourself ragged. He knows you better than most and knows that you’d try to squeeze in even just a few minutes of last-minute practice if you saw a small opening in your schedule. The intense motivation is inspiring, truly, but it would be a shame if you were to crash on the day your work was to come to fruition.

Once he finishes his stern yet gentle reminder, he looks over at you, and while you nod, showing that you’ve listened and understood, he can detect your excitement for the next day flittering beneath the surface, coursing through your veins so forcefully he suspects you’re one second away from jumping around the room, like a wind-up toy. The corner of his lips lifts in an amused smile and he reaches to take your hand in his.

“Okay?” he asks.

And you know him better than most and know what he’s doing in this moment, softly taking hold of you and pulling you back down to the ground before you float too far away in your own flurried thoughts. The eagerness within you calms down, now a consistent and manageable simmer instead of the original intense exhilaration threatening to burst forth, settled by his touch.

You smile. “Okay.”

When the hour strikes to signify that Mako’s shift is over, he’s quick to clean up his desk and gather his belongings. Chief Beifong is still in her office, the door open, and he pokes his head through quickly to bid her goodbye but doesn’t linger to hear any response. But she doesn’t say anything anyway. She’s aware of what today is.

He doesn’t have time to return to the apartment to change, meaning he’ll have to remain in his uniform, but he doesn’t mind. What he does have adequate time for is a quick stop by the flower shop, and he gets to the park with several minutes to spare.

All the seats that have been put out are filled, but he’s fine with standing. He takes up his place towards the back, and observes the scene, the culmination of your company’s diligence and determination. There’s a stage with a staircase on either side, and the breeze rustles the trees which serve as the backdrop. While there are light rigs set up for when it got darker, for now they’re unnecessary, as the sunlight is soft from the arrival of golden hour.  

The audio technicians are making final adjustments and Mako can see the first group of dancers waiting off to one side of the stage. He scans the rest of the area for you, expecting to find you among the others who are going up later, but he doesn’t spot you anywhere.

Worry festers in the pit of his stomach as he looks around the rest of the crowd, for perhaps you’ve found someone you know and have taken a few minutes to sit down and talk. His effort to find you is unsuccessful, and he’s hardly listening as the introduction to the show is made, a heartfelt thanks for being here and hopes that everyone enjoy what the dancers have worked so hard on. It’s when he hears the rustle of paper that he realizes he’s been squeezing the bouquet stems.

He stares down at his hand, has to manually instruct himself to stop clenching his fist, and one by one his fingers loosen, the wrapping paper crinkling, and he knows this is just to distract himself. The first group of dancers have taken their place on stage and now await the music. Where were you?

“We’re here!”

Mako hears your voice just before the song starts, and he turns to see you jogging lightly, one of the other dancers close behind you. Your steps are careful due to the costume you wear, and you hold some of the extra fabric in one hand to prevent it from blowing in the wind. You both slow to a stop before Xiaohui, your boss and creator of the dance company you’re with, and Mako can’t hear what it is you’re all discussing. But he just cares that you’re here, and as the last of his worry fades, he turns his attention to the stage.

You’d been standing close to Xiaohui to talk to her, but now that your conversation is over, you back up a few steps to a more reasonable distance and your movements in Mako’s peripherals prompt him to look back over at you. You’re not standing very far from him but don’t notice him, which he doesn’t mind. He’s content to watch you, in this short stretch of time before it’s your turn, and if you’re nervous, you do a good job at hiding it.

You start to check over your costume, smoothing out wrinkles you have may created from holding it bunched up while you ran. Then you touch your hair, wanting to be sure it hasn’t loosened from the elegant style you have it in. The other girl you’d arrived with (her name escapes Mako at the moment) sees what you’re doing and leans in to reassure you that you look perfect.

Well, at least, that’s what Mako assumes she says. Because you do look perfect, even in your relaxed state, not having yet taken up the air of the professional performer, that charm and fluidity with the practiced facial expressions to match, enough to mesmerize and captivate. For all your natural poise, when you’re off the stage, you’re goofy and playful and if one didn’t know better, they would hardly believe it was still you when you are on it.

It’s a talent not many have, and even if Mako is aware of your two sides, he’s not prepared when the moment comes, and you ascend the few steps up to the stage alone.

In the seconds of silence before the music plays, your eyes flicker over the audience, and he figures you might be trying to look for him, but you don’t keep at it for long before you look down again, and though he’s too far to see the details of your face, he knows you’re getting into the proper headspace. The melody begins to float from the speakers, and from the very first beat you’re moving, the sound seeming to carry you from one side to the other.

Your gaze is softer than the light from the setting sun and it steals Mako’s breath away. He’d never get used to it, to your presence on stage, lost in the music and the flow of your movements, a smoothness like water heading downstream. You make it all look so effortless, appearing lighter than air and he half expects you to be swept up by the breeze, just like the autumn leaves which surround you. You gain strength from the earth beneath your feet with every step, twist, and turn, and there’s a fire raging inside you which crashes against the walls of your heart, a stunning passion made evident with each agile gesture and dreamy sigh. You’re not a bender but you control the elements better than most.

The dress you wear reaches the floor and flutters freely in the wind now that it’s not being held down, and you appear to glide. And maybe the rest of the audience is thinking what Mako is thinking, that there’s no human on the stage, but something else, a creature from bedtime stories and whose home is the world one sees when glancing into the reflection of a lake on a still day. You’ve emerged from the most ideal parts of the soul, form and breath given to the good deep down in everyone.

Mako’s grip on the bouquet had been slack, his nerves having dissipated after seeing you come running earlier, but it tightens again though not from worry. It mirrors the tightening in the pit of his chest the longer he watches you and he really meant what he'd said before, that you don't have to do anything other than be yourself to impress him. The dance could be the exact same, the one difference being that someone else is up there on that stage, moving to this song in front of these trees and among the falling leaves, but it would never encompass the power you give it. The love he feels for you is profound and the art you live to share with the world only magnifies the reasons why.

As the music slows and fades to a close, and you lower yourself delicately to the ground, a fallen leaf in your own right, he sighs out a breath of admiration, mind hazy like he’s just woken up. You stand up as applause erupts and this time you spot him, your eyes meeting, and despite the space between you filled with an audience as captivated by you as he had been, it feels like you’re the only two people here.

You were scheduled towards the end of the show, so there isn’t long left before closing remarks are made, one more expression of gratitude shared, and then the crowd starts to disperse into a night that’s still young. You’re not able to meet Mako right away, doing what you can to help clean up and put away chairs, and he waits patiently to the side as you do. From where he stands, he can see Xiaohui approach you. Again, he can’t hear the conversation, but he has a suspicion of what it’s about when she motions for you to leave the chair you were about to pick up and points over your shoulder, in his direction.

You follow her finger, and upon spotting him, smile widely. He lifts a hand to give a short wave, and then you turn around, likely asking if Xiaohui is really fine with you leaving now, and she nods. So you begin to say your goodbyes to the other dancers, keeping it brief. And then you’re walking towards him, and he smiles as he presents the bouquet to you. The wrapping paper around the stems is crinkled from his hold but the stems themselves are fine and that's what matters.

“Thank you,” you say as you take the flowers, mindful of the fragile petals. Your voice is quiet, denoting your tiredness, and you’re no longer able to hide it, not that you want to. With the end of the big show, the climax after months of hard work, you can let the walls drop and entertain the idea of sleeping for a full night for once (and maybe a full day too).

“You were amazing.” The compliment’s lackluster and Mako’s not much of a poet but he hopes you understand the depth of his affection, able to be found by peeking between the lines at words not spoken.

A couple of seconds of silence pass as you stare up at him, your eyelashes kissing your cheeks with every blink (up close he can see the glitter dusted across them and across the bridge of your nose, and they glimmer under the light of the lamppost). Finally, when you smile, he knows you’ve understood, and you’re doing it again, what you do whenever he sees you dance: you blush and avert your eyes bashfully, shrinking beneath his fond gaze.

Mako chuckles warmly. While he would like to tease you because he enjoys seeing you get shy, his desire for food outweighs this and he’s sure you’re hungry too, so he takes your free hand in his to lead you out of the park.

“Where would you like eat?” he inquires. “My treat.”

Apparently you’ve been craving ramen, so he brings you to a nice ramen shop Bolin had mentioned stumbling upon randomly one day. It’s calm inside, the patrons talking in hushed voices. A few sit at the bar, drinks in hand and joking around with the chef. The two of you request a table so the host guides you past them, to a booth by the window. After you’ve looked over the menu and given your orders, Mako asks about what happened before the show.

It takes you a moment to figure out what he’s talking about, but once you do, you let out a small Oh! and you begin to explain. The other dancer you’d been with, Meilin, had a tear in her dress she didn’t notice until Xiaohui had pointed it out during rehearsal. You offered to help her patch it, but that involved a trip to a sewing store, still in your costumes, and that cut down on the time you actually had to do the stitching. Thankfully it had worked out just fine.

“Now I’m [Name] the dancer and, apparently, resident seamstress,” you state with a laugh.

Mako laughs too, and then as he settles down, remarks, “That was nice of you to do.”

You shrug like it’s no big deal and maybe to you it isn’t. Maybe there really is nothing for you to note in the way your love stretches and grows to reach anyone who needs it because for you, it’s just another day, and he feels so lucky to rest beneath the shade of something so magnificent.  

Bolin was right: the ramen here is good. Neither of you talks for a while after the waiter brings the food, your appetites whetted from the aromas wafting from the bowls. As Mako eats, he finds his attention drifting to the sight past the windows, to the trees across the street lit by the tall street lamps. Soon, upon the arrival of winter, those trees would be bare. But for now the wind is blowing, and there are still leaves left to float to the ground. His heart feels like one of them, those falling leaves, and he can only hope its gentle descent is to someplace warmer.

He’s distracted, and the lack of clanking silverware from his side of the table prompts you to glance at him, Your head tilts curiously. You okay? you ask quietly. This successfully pulls him from his thoughts, and he turns to you. The light hanging above the table reflects off the glitter sitting pretty on your cheeks and his heart isn’t falling, it already has fallen, right into your welcoming embrace, a perfect shelter from the autumn chill.

The blank look previously on his face is replaced by a smile. Yeah, I’m okay. And how could he not be when he’s with you?

[lixie-lovie]

OMG CAN I GET #12 THE PAINFUL HIGH FIVE WITH JISUNG i just think that would be rlly funny 🕺

OKAY THIS WAS WAY TOO FUN TO WRITE AND I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY .. also i didn't know how to end this without going on too long oooof

{an incredibly loud and painful high five}

paring: skater!jisung x gn!reader

warnings: um skateboarding and very subtle threats

word count: 1,301

The skate park was crowded on this hot, balmy summer’s day. You were surrounded by your friends all chatting happily, sitting around and on a wooden picnic table set up outside of an ice cream truck only a few paces away from the main area of the park. Some of the boys, namely Jisung and Hyunjin, were currently away from the table. They had come by in a hurry earlier, while the rest of the boys and yourself were waiting patiently in line behind a couple of kids, just to let you all know they were having a “trick-off war,” before rushing off again. 

You took a slow bite of your watermelon flavored popsicle as you watched their movements carefully, laughing softly and shaking your head as Hyunjin pushed Jisung around for scaring him while he tried his last stunt. You took note that they were now grinning and forcibly shoving each other around as they made their way back to the table you were all gathered around. You felt your back straighten slightly and your eyes perk up at the sight of Jisung’s loose, cringy Hawaiian shirt flowing gracefully in the wind as you realized he was wearing the black shirt you had bought for him a week prior underneath. A small smile of pride graced you lips, until a sudden shout of your name shook you out of your crush-induced thoughts. 

Your eyes snapped in the direction of the noise and found Minho’s devilish grin staring back at you. You gave him a sharp look, before realizing the other two had approached, quite loudly, and you turned to give them your attention. 

“So! Who today would like to invest in the greatest offer you’ll ever receive, hm?” Jisung yelled out with grandiose. Hyunjin snorted loudly, hitting his arm and telling him to get on with it. “Alright, place your bets! 50 bucks each on the person who you think will be able to land the laser flips.” He said, his tone mocking and announcer-like. Chan and Felix giggled wildly as you tilted your head slightly. 

You raised your hand, albeit a bit sheepishly. “Um, guys..” You said, your eyes scanning the table full of boys slowly, “What’s a laser flip??” You heard uproarious laughter and felt your lips turning downward until a large, warm weight was settled around your shoulders. You whipped your head towards the bold soul touching you and found Jisung already staring at you with bright eyes and a wide grin. 

“Oh, my dear sweet y/n,” He said, swaying you slightly. You looked at the others around the table, now rapt with attention on the boy standing above you. “A laser flip is only the trickiest of tricks out there. First, you start with a front side 360 pop-shove it combined with the dreaded varial heel-flip!” He said, pumping his free fist in the air as he finished. “Woah!” He exclaimed as Hyunjin pulled his arm off of you and forced him back to the front of the table. 

“I'm gonna pop-shove you if you don’t pop-shut it.” Hyunjin grumbled. The table now in peels of laughter again. “So, what’s it gonna be? Who’s team is everyone taking??” Hyunjin directed at the table of people now pulling out their wallets. 

“I’m team Hyunjin!” All of the boys said simultaneously while throwing their 50s down on the table in front of everyone. Laughter fell from their lips yet again as a loud, betrayed gasp could be heard from the opposing party. Your hand waivered over your money as you thought about what move you should make from here until you felt two hands grasp your shoulders tightly and an overly dramatic groan come from behind you, pulling a loud laugh from your lips. 

“Y/n..” Jisung whined, “Please don’t tell me you’re against me too..” a heaving gasp left him as he hung all of his weight off of your shoulders, crying loudly. You sighed heavily, though the smile dancing on your lips betrayed your false annoyed action. 

“I’m team Jisung. Gotta make it interesting somehow, besides I have some money to lose.” You said, determined and laughing at the loud cry of your name coming from Jisung’s lips. Hyunjin nodded his head, laughing maniacally as he dragged Jisung by the back of his shirt and flipped his board into his hand making his way towards the area they deemed “war zone.”

You and all of the boys grew giggly, but silent as you watched the two set up for their tricks. Hyunjin went first and Jisung fidgeted anxiously behind him, biting his lips to keep from saying anything dumb to anger the later party. Hyunjin took a deep breath, before winking back towards the table (causing a chorus of groans and a particularly angry “get on with it!”) before taking off. He nailed the beginning of the trick, all people surrounding the table and even a few lingering parties nearby were now standing, anxiously waiting for the end, but before Hyunjin could finish he stumbled and tripped. His board flew forwards and he landed softly on his feet, a bit wobbly and groaning loudly at the loss. 

The table erupted into yells and protests while a cheer left your lips, but before you could celebrate too hard Minho glared at you, reminding you that you couldn’t earn your money until Jisung landed his. You groaned, rolling your eyes, as everyone sat back down slowly. Jisung hurriedly got ready for his turn, but you could see the nerves rolling off of him in waves, so you took a deep breath yourself and yelled out as loudly as possible. 

“You’ve got this, sungie!!” Jisung jumped, turning his head to flash a grin your way before blowing you a kiss and mouthing “all for you babe” back at you. He turned back around, an easy grin still on his lips (feeling like he had won already) before setting off to do his trick. He laughed as he finished the first part of the trick, everyone standing up in shock and awe, before flawlessly landing the varial heel-flip. Shocked whispers could be heard as you cried out in surprise. Jisung’s eyes went wide as he turned around to look at Hyunjin, who was now on the ground with his hand over his mouth.

Suddenly a cocky smile took over your lips at the same time Jisung began running back, Hyunjin in tow. You quickly stood before taking off in his direction, your hand raised for a celebratory high five, but Jisung’s excited momentum caught you by surprise as he neared and his larger hand came in contact with yours. Suddenly, like a gunshot, a loud slap could be heard resonating through the park. You froze. Everyone around you froze. The dumb grin on Jisung’s face turned into a sheepish smile as he called your name softly. The table of boys behind you were making shooing motions towards Jisung and Minho made a throat slicing motion before turning and looking away as if nothing happened.

“Jisung.” You said, a smile still eerily on your face. 

“Yeah?” He said, gulping. 

“I’ll give you three seconds to run while I see if my hand isn’t broken.” You spoke evenly, Jisung’s feet stumbling over themselves to back away from you and begin running in the direction of your friends. You quickly looked down at your aching, red palm before hearing the voice of Felix yelling Jisung’s name and something that sounded like “not the money!” before you made your break for it. 

“You get back here, you thief!” You yelled as Jisung screamed and pocketed the money. All that could be heard after were Jisung’s pleas and your friend’s laughter as your popsicle melted onto the brown sticky wooden table that fateful day of summer.

[hanaridulsetcheese]

i found you

a song of achilles x red, white and royal blue crossover.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

Years passed, actually centuries passed after the death of Achilles and his lover Patroclus. The souls of the lovers drifted aimlessly in an unknown void, so close yet so far away from each other. Fate never wanted them to be together, no matter how hard the two fought, it was just never enough.

Suddenly, at the dawn of a new eon, hope seemed to spark as the souls gravitated towards each other, a distant force seemed to have had mercy on them after the eons they spent unable to be together.

"Be reborn. " it spoke as the souls vanished, "Be happy. "

~~~

Henry and Alex stood hand in hand as they waved at the paparazzi from the steps of their plane. The two boys were on their way to Greece as representatives for both the British and American embassy. The paparazzi were still as crazy about the two boys now as they were at the beginning of their relationship, multiple cameras flashed as the boys waved one last time before finally entering the plane.

"Are we really that popular? " Alex plopped himself down on the fine leather seat of the plane, propping his feet up on Henry's lap who sat opposite to him.

"Everyone loves gays in power. " Henry replied.

The flight to Greece was smooth and quicker than the two had excepted it to be. It was already the peak of dusk as they got of the plane. The smell of the Aegean sea air immediately relaxed the boys as they looked forward to their week on the lush island of Delos.

"Greetings Mr. Diaz, Prince Henry. My name is Chiron and I will be taking care of you both during your visit here. " a tall, lean man met them as they got of the plane. His long and curly hair fluttered gracefully in the breeze of the late afternoon. The man extended a broad hand towards them and they took turns shaking his hand. "I trust that your flight here was smooth? "

"Indeed, it was. " Henry agreed.

"Splendid. You both must be famished after the flight so we will take you straight to your hotel when you can have dinner and an early night. " Chiron gestured for the two men behind him to take the luggage from the boys before leading them to an SUV.

During the ride to the hotel, Chiron listened as the two boys marvelled over the passing scenery. Despite the dark of the night the beauty of Greece still shone bright, captivating the boys as they looked around.

Alex was staring to his right hand side at the beach when there was a sudden force that drew towards the left. A row of white Greek columns lined the area, forming a barrier around something that Alex felt lured to.

"Chiron, what's inbetween those columns? " Alex kept his eyes glued to the columns until they drove past it. Henry glanced back to see what Alex was looking at before turning to Chiron to hear what he had to say.

"Those protect the graves and memorials of the soliders who fought during the Trojan War. Among them is the memorial site of the famous Greek hero, Achilles, himself. " Chiron glanced at Alex through the review mirror.

"The memorial site of Achilles? " Alex mumbled before looking back at the columns again, the last column no longer in his sight as they drove further away.

"You okay? " Henry placed a gentle arm over Alex's who just nodded his head and stared back at the beach, lost in his thoughts.

Henry decided that Alex might just be jet lagged and decided to leave him be, keeping his hand interlocked with Alex's for the rest of the car ride.

~~~

It's been three days since the couple arrived in Greece and it had been hectic. They were piled with work as soon as the work up the on the first day, they're schedule packed for almost every minute.

Since the two had to work at different embassies, they saw each other for breakfast and dinner, lunch was usually spent in their respective temporary work places.

As the days past by, Alex had forgotten about the grave of Achilles he'd seen the second they were handed their work. He'd only seen books during the past three days. There was absolutely no time to go out and visit the island of Delos they were on.

However, hard work and determination did prevail as Alex managed to finish his work ahead of schedule and was now free to roam the streets of Delos as he waited for Henry to complete his work.

Walking through a little market alleyway, Alex took in the sight of the locals as they went about their daily lives. They talked, laughed and just enjoyed each other's company, greeting each other enthusiastically as they passed and Alex found himself smiling to himself. He loved the social, carefree nature the Greeks had.

The place was small, innocent and friendly. It was something Alex grew to like during his days in Greece, it was definitely a huge contrast to his life back home.

"Young man, may I offer you a sample of figs? " a friendly old lady held out a platter with the ripest figs Alex had ever seen. He gratefully accepted the offer and poped a fig in his mouth, the fresh flavour exploded, filling his tastebuds with the grainy sweetness of it's juices.

Maybe he was overwhelmed with the sweetness of the fig or he was simply just exhausted from all the work he'd done the past couple of days but as he finished the fruit, he felt his hand reach out for more of the fruit. Each bite he took, a familiar yet foreign feeling took over him.

The old lady watched in delight as the First Son inhaled the fruits one after the other until the plate was cleared.

"You sure seem to like the figs, my boy. " she handed him a tissue to wipe the juice that he didn't even know had trailed down his arm.

"It seems so. I'd never ate anything quite like it before, yet it felt so familiar to me. " Alex looked at the crate of figs that sat on the stand behind her, "Could I please buy some? "

Alex made his way back to the hotel happily with his packet of figs bumping against his legs as he walked. He didn't expect Henry to be in the room as he walked in. The British boy eyed him sceptically as he shut the door behind him.

"What'd you bring? " Henry's voice was thick with exhaustion. He was laid back against the headboard with a book spread open on his lap. Alex jumped onto the bed and showered his tired boyfriend with little pecks all over his face, giggling as he did so.

"I brought you some figs. " Alex said once Henry finally got him to calm down. "It's the best thing you'll ever taste, I swear. " Alex handed the little fruit to Henry and watched eagerly as he bit into the fruit. The bliss that struck Henry's face as the sweetness burst in his mouth made Alex satisfied.

Together, they sat on their bed and devoured the fruit while talking about their day and their time in the beautiful land of Greece. Before they hd realised it, they had come down to the last fig in the packet.

"Catch." Henry tossed the last fig to Alex. Alex felt like he watched the fig in slow motion as it formed a perfect arc before landing into the cup of his palms, soft and slightly warm.

For some reason, Alex had felt like he'd just experienced deja vu. A blured image formed in his head. He found himself looking at a table full of boys however, Alex seemed to only foucs on a specific one.

They sat on opposite ends of the table, everyone's attention was on a boy who was devouring a bowl of figs in front of him. The aura around the boy seemed to draw Alex towards him, making him unable to remove his eyes from the boy.

Suddenly, the boy diverted his gaze from the fruit to Alex who wasn't quick enough to look away. Softly, with a quick flick of his wrist the boy tossed the fig towards Alex, "Catch. "

"Alex? " Henry called out to the dazed boy.

"Huh? What? " Alex focused on Henry who gave him a concerned gaze.

"Are you feeling okay? " Henry placed the back of his hand to Alex's forehead, "You've been acting strange ever since we arrived in Greece. "

"I-I really don't know. I keep getting this feeling like- I don't know, deja vu? " Alex rubbed his temples, "I keeping thinking about those columns we passed the other day. "

"Do you want to go and visit it? " Henry offered.

"I don't think we'd have the time for that. " Alex placed his hand over Henry's and gave him a smile, "It's alright though, I'd much rather spend my time with you. "

That night, as Alex slept soundly it was Henry's turn to think about those columns. Alex had talked about it a few times since they'd got there and Henry couldn't help but want to take him there. He'd do anything for Alex.

Sending a message to Chiron, Henry requested day off for the next day saying that he had something urgent to take care of before snaking his arms around Alex's sleeping body, slipping of to sleep.

The next morning Henry awoke earlier than Alex as usual and prepared himself for the day ahead before waking up his sleeping lover.

Alex peaked at Henry through the half opened lids of his eyes and gave him a toothy grin. He puckered his lips like a fish, demanding his daily morning kiss. "Not with your morning breath, mister. " Henry pulled Alex out of bed and told him to get dressed without any further information before leaving the room.

When Alex had met up with Henry at the lobby of the hotel, they were escorted out by a friendly local who drove them to their destination which Henry still refused to tell Alex about.

After what felt like hours, they finally pulled up to the place that had been on Alex's mind since the beginning on their trip.

"The memorial of Achilles? " Alex marveled at the tall Greek columns that towered over them, all arranged protectively around multiple, marble tombs.

They walked with interlocked hands along the path, acknowledging all the soldiers that fought during the Trojan War. Multiple flowers lined the banks of the tombs along with notes written by locals who were still grateful for the war they fought.

At the very center of the memorial stood the grandest marble tomb, it's surface gleamed in the sunlight as if heaven itself was acknowledging the memorial. Alex dropped Henry's hand and walked aimlessly towards the tomb.

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. " Alex ran his hands along the tomb of Achilles.

"I would know him in death, at the end of the world. " Alex's voice was now barely above a whisper.

"Alex, what are you saying? " Henry placed an arm on the boys shoulder.

Alex turned to him, tears glazed his eyes and threatened to spill as he stared back at Henry. The deep brown eyes of Alex stared longingly at Henry's as if he hadn't seen them before. It felt as if the person looking at Henry was not just Alex, but for some reason be still felt connected to that person.

"I have found you, my love. " Alex said. "Achilles, we can be happy now. "

Henry finally understood what was happening, it was as if all the mysteries in the world finally became clear. "Patroclus, we found each other. "