#i had multiple moments of just pausing to pace my room

[seonghwaddict]

save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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[kiesbrainjuice]

— SPACE SONG ! kenma kozume

syn : your boyfriend is rather distant because of his streams but make it up to you

wc : 3.4k

tw : angst, smut, fluff, timeskip!kenma, afab!reader, ruined orgasm, missionary then cowgirl, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, reader get drunk (not during smut)

Kenma Kozume, once a skilled setter for the Nekoma High School volleyball team, had transformed his passion for gaming into a lucrative career. His YouTube channel and Twitch streams boasted millions of subscribers, eagerly tuning in to watch his expert gameplay and witty commentary. His fame had skyrocketed, leading to numerous sponsorship deals with major gaming companies, each vying for his endorsement of their latest releases.

You stood in the doorway of Kenma's state-of-the-art gaming room, watching your boyfriend of nearly a year as he sat hunched over his setup. The glow of multiple monitors illuminated his face, his cat-like eyes darting across the screens as his fingers danced over the keyboard and mouse. You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness, despite being in the same room.

"Kenma," you called softly, careful not to disrupt his stream. "Do you have a minute?"

Without taking his eyes off the game, Kenma responded in a low voice, "Not now. I'm in the middle of a crucial match."

You sighed, used to this response but still disappointed. "I was hoping we could talk about our plans for the weekend. Maybe go out somewhere?"

Kenma's brow furrowed slightly, more from concentration on the game than your question. "This weekend? I have a sponsored stream for that new MMORPG. It's a big deal."

"But we haven't had a proper date in weeks," you protested, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice.

Kenma paused for a split second, his character on screen momentarily idle. He glanced at you, his expression a mix of guilt and irritation. "Look, I know it's been busy lately. The channel's growing faster than ever, and I can't pass up these opportunities."

He turned back to the game, his fingers resuming their frantic pace. "Do you want something? Use my credit card as you like, buy anything. And don't disturb my work hours," he added, his tone indifferent as he refocused on the live match.

You felt a lump forming in your throat. "It's not about the money, Kenma. I just want to spend time with you."

But Kenma was already back in his gaming world, his microphone reactivated as he called out strategies to his teammates. You knew he wouldn't respond now, not with tens of thousands of viewers watching his every move.

As you turned to leave the room, you caught a glimpse of the chat flying by on one of the monitors. Fans were speculating about Kenma's personal life, some wondering if he was single. You remembered the conversation where Kenma had asked to keep your relationship private, fearing the impact it might have on his career and your privacy.

Now, standing alone in the hallway of your shared apartment, you couldn't help but wonder if there was room for you in Kenma's life of pixels and paychecks. The sound of his voice, animated and engaged with his audience, drifted from the room behind you, a stark contrast to the quiet, disinterested tone he had used with you moments ago.

You made your way to the kitchen, your footsteps heavy with disappointment. The sleek, modern appliances and granite countertops that had once excited you now felt cold and impersonal. As you leaned against the kitchen island, the emotions you'd been holding back finally broke through.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you covered your mouth to muffle the sound of your sobs. The last thing you wanted was for Kenma to hear you crying over his livestream. The contrast between the enthusiastic voice coming from his gaming room and the silence of the kitchen where you stood alone was painfully stark.

With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and opened your group chat with your closest friends.

You: Hey guys. Anyone up for going out tonight? I really need to get out of the house.

Ami: What's wrong? Everything okay with you and Kenma?

Yuki: I'm free! Let's hit that new club downtown. You sound like you could use a girls' night out.

Hana: Count me in. We'll cheer you up!

You: Thanks, girls. I just... I need a distraction. Things have been tough lately.

Ami: Say no more. We've got your back. Meet at my place at 9?

You: Sounds perfect. I'll be there.

You wiped your eyes, feeling a small sense of relief. At least you had friends who cared and were there for you. As you headed to the bedroom to get ready, you could still hear Kenma's voice, now punctuated by occasional laughter and excitement over some in-game achievement.

"I'm going out," you called out, knowing he probably wouldn't respond or even notice your absence.

As expected, there was no reply. You sighed, picked out an outfit that made you feel confident, and started getting ready. The night out with your friends wouldn't solve the underlying issues in your relationship, but at least it would provide a temporary escape from the loneliness that had become all too familiar in your shared apartment.

As you applied your makeup, carefully concealing the evidence of your tears, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could continue like this – loving someone who seemed to exist more in the digital world than in the real one beside you.

–

As you arrived at Ami's place, your phone buzzed with a message. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was from Kenma.

Kenma: Where are you?

You hesitated for a moment before replying.

You: I'm out with the girls. Told you I was leaving.

Kenma: Oh. When will you be back?

You: Not sure. Don't wait up.

You stared at your phone, half-hoping he'd say something more, express concern, or ask you to come home. But no further messages came.

"Everything okay?" Ami asked, noticing your frown.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, just Kenma checking in. Let's go have some fun."

The four of you piled into a taxi, the excitement of a night out slowly lifting your spirits. As you approached the club, the pulsing beats could be heard even from the street.

"This is exactly what you need," Yuki said, linking her arm with yours. "A night to forget about everything and just dance."

The club was packed, bodies moving in sync with the music. The DJ was skilled, mixing tracks that kept the energy high. You and your friends found a spot on the dance floor, and for the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to relax.

As you danced, the rhythm pulsing through your body, you tried to push thoughts of Kenma aside. But every now and then, you'd catch yourself checking your phone, hoping to see a message from him.

Hana noticed and gently took your phone. "Hey, tonight is about you, okay? Let's live in the moment."

You nodded, grateful for your friends' support. The night continued, a blur of dancing, laughter, and overpriced cocktails. For hours, you lost yourself in the music and the company of your friends.

It was nearly 2 AM when you stumbled out of the club, your feet aching but your heart lighter than it had been in months.

"Thank you all so much," you said, hugging each of your friends. "I really needed this."

As you got into a taxi to head home, the euphoria of the night began to fade, replaced by the reality waiting for you. You wondered if Kenma would still be awake, if he'd noticed your absence, if he'd care that you'd been out so late.

The taxi pulled up to your apartment building. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever awaited you inside. As much as you'd enjoyed the night out, you knew that come morning, you and Kenma would need to have a serious conversation about your relationship and your future together.

As you fumbled with your keys, the door suddenly swung open. Kenma stood there, his hair disheveled and eyes wide with concern.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The sudden show of affection, combined with your inebriated state, caught you off guard. You giggled, your words slurring slightly as you spoke.

"Kenmaaa," you drawled, poking his cheek. "Did anyone ever tell you you're a cutie? 'Cause you are. Such a cute kitty."

Kenma's brow furrowed with worry as he realized your state. "You're drunk. Come on, let's get you inside."

As he guided you into the apartment, you stumbled, nearly falling before he caught you. "Whoopsie! My hero," you giggled again.

"I'm so sorry," Kenma said, his voice thick with remorse. "I shouldn't have ignored you earlier. I didn't realize you were so upset."

You waved your hand dismissively, nearly hitting him in the face. "S'okay. You were busy with your millions of fans. Who needs a girlfriend when you have millions of fans, right?"

Kenma winced at your words. "No, that's not... I've been terrible to you. I'm so, so sorry."

He helped you to the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed, your world spinning. Kenma knelt beside you, gently removing your shoes.

"You know what?" you said, your voice suddenly serious despite your drunken state. "I miss you. Even when you're here, I miss you."

Kenma's face crumpled with guilt. "I know. I've been selfish and blind. I promise I'll make it up to you."

He helped you sit up and handed you a glass of water. "Drink this. It'll help."

As you sipped the water, Kenma busied himself getting you comfortable. He helped you change into pajamas, brought a bucket in case you felt sick, and made sure you had painkillers nearby for the inevitable hangover.

"There," he said softly, tucking you in. "Try to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning, okay?"

You nodded sleepily, already drifting off. Just before you fell asleep, you felt Kenma's lips press gently against your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm sorry I haven't shown it lately. That's going to change."

As sleep overtook you, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol. 

–

As you slowly regained consciousness, your head throbbing and your mouth dry, you became aware of movement in the room. You cracked open an eye to see Kenma looking at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

You groaned in response, your voice hoarse. "Is it morning already?"

Kenma chuckled lightly, taking in your disheveled appearance. "It's almost noon, actually. How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck," you mumbled, slowly sitting up.

"Come on," Kenma said, helping you to your feet. "I've made coffee. It should help."

You shuffled after him to the kitchen, squinting against the light. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you.

As Kenma busied himself pouring you a cup, you leaned against the counter, watching him. Something felt different, but in your hungover state, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Then suddenly, a realization hit you.

"Wait," you said, your brow furrowing in confusion. "Don't you have a stream right now?"

Kenma turned to you, coffee in hand, his expression serious. "No, I cancelled it."

"You... cancelled it?" you repeated, stunned. Kenma never cancelled streams, especially not sponsored ones.

He nodded, handing you the coffee. "I cancelled all my streams for the next few days, actually. We need to talk, and you're more important than any sponsorship or subscriber count."

You took a sip of coffee, trying to process this information. "But... your career, your fans..."

Kenma shook his head, cutting you off. "They can wait. I've been neglecting what really matters - you, us. I realized last night how close I was to losing you, and I never want to come that close again."

Despite your hangover, you felt a surge of emotion. "Kenma..."

He took your free hand in his, his golden eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I got caught up in the success and forgot about the most important person in my life. Can we talk? Really talk, about us and where we go from here?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "Yeah, we should talk."

Kenma squeezed your hand gently. "Finish your coffee, take a shower if you want. I'll be here when you're ready.”

As you settled on the couch, Kenma positioned himself between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. Your fingers instinctively found their way to his hair, gently running through the soft strands. The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on either of you.

"I've missed this," Kenma murmured, nuzzling closer.

You smiled, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger. "What, using me as your personal pillow?"

He chuckled softly. "Among other things. Your touch, your scent, just... you."

"Careful, Kozume," you teased. "Keep talking like that and I might think you actually like me."

Kenma tilted his head to look up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh? And what if I do more than like you?"

Your heart fluttered at his words. "Prove it," you challenged playfully.

In one swift motion, Kenma sat up and cupped your face in his hands. His golden eyes locked with yours, full of warmth and affection. "Challenge accepted," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

When you parted, you couldn't help but grin. "Not bad for a gamer boy."

Kenma raised an eyebrow. "Gamer boy? I'll have you know I'm a gamer man."

You laughed, pulling him close again. "Oh really? Then show me your high score, gamer man."

He smirked, leaning in for another kiss. "Game on."

As you feverishly clutched each other, all the pent-up desire from months apart erupted into a frenzy of passion. The hunger and longing was palpable as you devoured each other's lips, your hands greedily exploring every inch of skin. Words were unnecessary as your bodies spoke their own language, a primal dance of pleasure and release. There was no need for discussion, only the wild abandon of two lovers reunited at last.

Kenma's hands slid under your sweatshirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck as his lips met your skin. You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as he squeezed your breasts gently. "I need you," you moaned, craving more of his touch. With each kiss, the desire between you grew stronger, igniting sparks of passion like wildfire. Your breaths mingled, creating a symphony of pleasure as the world around you melted away. In that moment, there was nothing but the sound of your heartbeats and the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by each other.

As his skilled fingers traced a path over the fabric covering your heated core, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan into his hungry mouth. "That's it, baby," he murmured against your lips, his movements becoming more fervent. With a quick swoop, he removed your panties and shorts, exposing your now throbbing center to the cool air. As his fingers continued their maddening circles, his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. Just as you felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, he abruptly stopped, leaving you flushed and wanting. "Kenma..." you breathed out, pleading for him to continue.

He slowly removed his pants, revealing the outline of his erect member through his underwear. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am," he said confidently as he peeled off his underwear, causing you to gasp in excitement. You couldn't help but admire the size and girth of his throbbing cock as it stood proudly before you. He smirked at your reaction and teasingly rubbed the tip of his dripping pre-cum along the edge of your soaking wet pussy. "Look how wet you are," he whispered huskily in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, he pulled back and only brushed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, making you whimper with frustration. "Please," you begged, gripping onto him tightly as he held your thighs apart. Without hesitation, he thrust himself into you fully, causing you to moan loudly into his neck. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronization as he pounded into you with every ounce of strength and passion he possessed. And for that moment, nothing else existed except for the two of you locked in an ecstatic embrace.

With a predatory gaze, he slowly undressed, revealing the outline of his impressive erection through his tight underwear. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am," he growled with confidence as he slid off his underwear, exposing a throbbing and girthy cock that made your mouth water with desire. He smirked at your obvious arousal and teasingly dragged the tip of his dripping pre-cum along the edge of your soaking wet pussy, eliciting an eager gasp from your lips. "Look how ready you are for me," he purred huskily into your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. But just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled back and only grazed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, making you whimper in desperation. "Please," you begged, desperate for him to fulfill your burning desires. With a feral hunger in his eyes, he gripped onto your thighs tightly and plunged himself inside you with a powerful thrust, causing you to cry out in pleasure and cling onto him desperately. Your bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, each thrust driving both of you closer to the brink of ecstasy. And in that moment, nothing else existed except for the raw passion between the two of you as you were consumed by unbridled desire and pleasure.

Your bodies collided in a frenzy of passion, each thrust causing your entire being to jolt with euphoria. The taste of his saliva lingered between your lips, igniting a primal desire within you as he devoured your mouth. "Kenma...'s t-too much...t-too good," you gasped, feeling yourself on the brink of explosion. But before you could surrender completely to ecstasy, he flipped you over and guided you onto him in the cowgirl position, his depths reaching even deeper inside of you. "Ride me, baby," he commanded, and with a few moments to adjust and find your rhythm, you began to ride him with reckless abandon. Your hands gripped onto his torso for support as you moved together in perfect harmony, both moaning and groaning in ecstasy. His words of praise only fueled your desire as you picked up speed, feeling the rough friction between your bodies. He grabbed onto your ass, guiding and assisting your movements as you cried out his name in absolute bliss. Every sensation was heightened in this position, every thrust and grind sending shivers of pleasure through your body as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Each powerful thrust sends you spiraling further into a state of pure ecstasy. Your cries reach a deafening crescendo, urging him to never stop as he takes you with an unrelenting force. His torso presses against yours, his head buried in your chest as he hungrily tastes and teases your sensitive breasts. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure consumes every inch of your body, building towards an explosive release that you can no longer hold back. With a final desperate cry of "Fuck! K-Ken...!", you both shatter into oblivion, consumed by the intensity of your passion until there is nothing left but the sound of heavy breathing and the taste of each other lingering on your lips.

As you both lay entwined in the afterglow, your hearts beating in sync with one another, a sense of peace and comfort washes over you. Kenma's arms envelop you protectively, and you can't help but marvel at how this gamer boy has turned into a man who thoroughly knows how to take care of you.

You trace your fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch. "I love you, Kenma," you whisper, your voice filled with emotion.

He turns his head to look into your eyes, his own shining with love and devotion. "And I love you too, more than words can express." He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.

Ⓒ kiesbrainjuice all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

tag : @haechansbbg

[evilgwrl]

okay ngl, this is an ask I'm sending to multiple people because holy shit why did it pop in my head I need to see this written T^T

reader is part of !141 and is the only one who knows how to ride a motorbike, so she has to go undercover for a biker gang?? idk but just hear me out. Anyway she has no tattoos or piercings so they get her those temporary tattoos that last two weeks and some fake piercings (or real ones in case they fall off) and so none of the 141 know she's having this whole makeover, and when they get the big reveal I just want to know their reactions- I'm sorry I suck at writing, I'm just good at coming up with the ideas lmao. reading back my whole paragraph I realised how much I truly suck at typing, I apologise that you had to deal with this.

Ahhhh!!! I love this. I hope I did your idea justice and you enjoy it anon 🥹 If you want something a lil more racy let me know but I kept it SFW just incase

CW: None

Your body felt exhausted, thighs moulded to the chair as manicured hands rushed around your frame, prodding at your skin with brushes and wet rags, stamping your flesh with intricate designs. The woman’s voice was soft as she took in your expression, an understanding smile adorning her features as she assured you, they were nearly done.

“Voila,” she gasped, moving away from you as you stared at the mirror in front of you. Temporary tattoos snaked around the coil of your arms, muscles stamped with infamous gang signs and your nose and eyebrows dangling with metal jewellery as your fingers prodded at them, your face creased with slight discomfort.

“We’re going to need to get you dressed but you already look the part!”

You winced at the excitement in her voice, a slight simmer of humiliation broiling through you as you took in the look. You looked so… different. “Thank you,” you murmured, turning around to take in the large snake design that was entwined between your spine.

You felt like you were entering a pageant, constant hands smoothing out your skin and hair as you coughed at the lethal amount of hairspray. Grease dribbled down your chin as you choked down some food, disgusted huffs passing through the lady’s mouth as she ushered something about acting the part too.

“You’re all done, sergeant.”

You paced the room anxiously, wire taped to your chest, nestled in between your cleavage as you awaited the remainder of the task force. It was strange, the most they had ever seen you in was a pair of jeans and a simple top beside your military gear, the barracks were no place for fashion. Sweaty hands rubbed at the leather pants; slick stains of residue quickly brushed away nervously as you prodded with the facial piercings in the mirror.

“Hells feckin’ bells, Bonnie,” a swift voice whistled, Soap’s face charmed with a boyish grin, blue eyes sweeping across your exposed skin, “ain’ you a sight for sore eyes?”

“I look ridiculous,” you blurted, folding your arms self-consciously as the Scotsman tsked his tongue, smacking his lips together.

“Ye’ look good… lil too good for the task force, hen. Might need to find ye a new profession after this.”

You rolled his eyes at his playful tone, his lashes flickering as he took in the sight of you. A flirtatious whistle cut through the air as Gaz slapped his hand against the door, mouth wide. “Sergeant Y/N, that you under all those tattoos?” You bit back a bark as he smiled at you, tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips.

“You look good, [callsign]. Them bikers might wanna keep you to themselves.”

“We ain’ gonna let that happen, lass,” Soap jabbered, “Yer’ our girl, ain’ ya?”

Your reply was cut short by a pound against the door as a gruff voice snapped, “Oi, let’s move it. Don’t got all bloody day, Sergeants.”

Ghost’s eyes lingered over you for a moment, blonde lashes flicking up and down your body, pausing on every tattoo almost as if he was memorising them before he turned around, cold physique dusting through the hallway as you all followed. Captain Price was rambling through his headset to Laswell before he paused, dismissing himself as you all waltzed towards him.

A large Yamaha was sleeked against the exit, the tyres slightly worn to feign usage as you whistled lowly. “Got this all for me, Cap?” Your tone was sharp, admiring the ride before you as a tattooed hand wrapped around the leather handles.

“A biker looking like you ain’ gonna ride a shitbox,” he said, his voice holding an underlying meaning as he did a once over, “Y’ get in trouble in there and you call us in immediately, you understand [callsign]?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take care of those tattoos after this as well, suit ya.”

A warm blush settled on the apple of your cheeks before you reached for the helmet, flattening your hair down as you secured it in place.

“Let’s get us a win.”

[stuffeddeer]

i just wanna hug dazai all the time randomly (i never get hugs at home) and if he were to hug me i would cry (a little)

i also feel likes his hugs would feel so so safe warm and comforting

(could i please be 🌹 anon?)

im collecting more anons like Pokémon omg YES you are in my Pokédex now hiiii 🌹anon sorry this took so long (like every rq oops!)

i included platonic hcs at the end as well bc why not

cw: dazai-standard suicide mention, i use the word vomit once ?

Hugging Dazai catches him off guard. Or it used to, you had found - randomly jumping on top of him throughout the day whenever you'd see him. It started sporadically and became more frequent, which led to Dazai becoming more prepared. He'd tense up as you entered a room, ready for you to pounce.

It started as a playful bit, knowing Dazai tended to short circuit when given affection. You'd seen it multiple times with Atsushi, the lovable boy having no clue why Dazai would panic a little when randomly given flowers that one time, or why he was so surprised when Atsushi spared a few kind words. It was little things, things Dazai clearly wasn't used to, and it always made you smile.

So of course, you wanted to do the same.

The first time he nearly pushed you off of him, choosing instead to hold his hands up like you were some cop trying to take him down. The second he'd merely frozen, breath baited as he waited for you to let go. By the third, he was able to brush it off with an awkward laugh, and the more it happened the more he was able to respond with a joke or the like. But you never missed the way his whole body seemed to pause for a moment.

Of course, once you noticed he was mentally and physically preparing before you even did it, you started to think you might've pushed too hard. Was he uncomfortable? Was he unsure of how to ask you to stop? It made you feel guilty, especially when he started flinching when you entered the room, knowing what was coming next.

You stopped.

It wasn't like it was hard, and the guilt eating at you was much worse. Dazai wasn't the only touch starved one, but you'd not-so happily give up the brief second of hug you got when seeing Dazai in favor of him feeling safe around you, as well as keeping your friendship alive.

It was hard at first, arms moving up slightly on instinct as you had to constantly remind yourself to stop. After maybe a week of no more hugging, you finally felt relieved - everything was back to normal. Dazai wouldn't freeze when you walked into a room, your hands wouldn't twitch as though trying to reach out for him.... Everything was normal.

Except Dazai, again.

Something was off, you could tell. While everyone gets confused sometimes, watching Dazai of all people furrow his brows and look away from you was almost scary. One of the greatest geniuses in Yokohama was confused by something - by you. Nothing had changed, had it? Maybe he was confused by why the hugs stopped, but you're sure he's smart enough to realize that on his own. You didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around you, that's all.

It didn't take long for the confusion to turn to veiled fear. He hid it well, you being none the wiser - but Dazai couldn't help the anxiety that grew around you. It wasn't like you were avoiding him, you still acted the exact same. You just kept your hands behind your back and made sure to maintain distance.

But that's what scared Dazai - the distance. The worry and fear he felt stemmed from the reason why; why had you stopped in the first place? All he could think of was that you finally figured out his secret. Dazai has a huge crush on you.

He’d always tensed up when you hugged him, feeling his heart rate far from his usual controlled pace and instead beating quicker than he could’ve imagined. Something so small and normal as a hug left him breathless when it came from you, and his greatest fear was that you felt the harsh thrumming of his heart and decided to stop. If you knew his secret, then this surely is you rejecting him.

The thought makes Dazai nervous. Being rejected is normal for him, never one to shy away from shooting his shot. Asking any person with a pulse to kill themselves with him left the brunet very accustomed to the response of “no.” Even being yelled at or hit by some unruly people was something he accepted with a smile, but the thought of you politely turning him down made his chest ache.

You stopped hugging him. Surely you didn’t feel the same.

Dazai understands he is an attractive person, both in looks and personality, and he’s more than used to leveraging these factors in his favor. Just a few weeks ago, he 100% was sure that you had a crush on him, a huge one at that, and he quite enjoyed toying with you every now and again when work days would drag on. But now, he couldn’t tell left from right. Daily hugs to quitting cold turkey made him so nervous, knowing you must be too uncomfortable to even touch him anymore let alone hug him.

That’s fine. He’s fine with that. People changing their minds about him, people leaving - Dazai is used to that. You deciding you don’t like him anymore (maybe just the attention he gave before rather than crushing on him specifically?) and moving on when you realized he likes you instead is fine. It’s fine.

Yet he still finds himself frowning in your direction when you aren’t looking. Nervousness is annoying, but he was hoping it’d lead him away from you. Still, however, Dazai finds himself following you with his eyes whenever you so much as re-situate yourself in a chair. He can’t help but silently beg for you to come over to him, even though he knows he’d nearly vomit if you did. How annoying.

Of course, sitting across from each other for lunch isn’t conducive for moving on and staying away from you, but you happened to stumble upon the brunet and his bespectacled coworker at the cafe and got an invitation from the latter. “I have to get back to work. Mind making sure Dazai doesn’t do anything too drastic again?” Kunikida had said to you, to which you kindly agreed - how could you have said no?

Dazai wishes you did, every brush of his knee against yours making him lose more and more of his appetite. With Kunikida gone, after a few beats of silence, you let out a sigh. “Sorry. I’ll leave you to it, okay? Good luck at work.” Just as you stand up to leave, Dazai - stupid, stupid Dazai - grabs your arm.

The action causes you to cock your head, confused as he grabs you. The face makes him quickly let go, grabbing his mug of tea instead so his hands don’t reach out again. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he starts, deciding to just get it out of his system. Maybe if you rejected him to his face, he could move on. “No more… hugs and stuff.”

Slowly, you slide back into the booth seat, a solemn look on your face. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs into the mug, not wanting to make eye contact. What does “yeah” even mean? Is this your way of saying you know? You know he knows?

“Um, well, I know you don’t really like affection. I know you aren’t used to it, I should say. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for continuing for so long,” you finally apologize, the guilt that built up over time washing away finally.

“No, no,” he starts, turning to look at you rather than his mug. “Uncomfortable? You thought I didn’t like it?”

You deadpan, unamused. “Dazai, you used to tense up when I entered a room and I saw you flinch a few times when I got close.” Slowly, your expression turns, no longer unamused. “I’m not that stupid, man…” A small chuckle punctuates your last sentence.

Of course that’s what you took away from it. Dazai feels like an idiot, so worried that you might have realized his secret that he didn’t even pay attention to what was in front of him. You stopped for him, of course! Because you still like him. He’s sure of it, knowing you stopped something that clearly made you happy just for his comfort.

“Thank god,” he sighs in relief, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“..? Did you actually think I was that stupid?”

“No, you idiot - I thought you were rejecting me. You still like me, that’s perfect.”

You fluster at Dazai’s words, eyes widening at the bluntness of it all. “Wh-what?! How is that what you got from what I said?”

He only grins in response, the bandaged man leaning forward over his teacup to reach you. Dazai was never one to explain what was in his mind, leaving you confused and flustered across from him. “It’s okay, pretty - I feel the same,” he whispers into your ear, only so he can watch as you shiver at the feeling of his breath against it. After pulling back, his smug grin only grows. “I thought you were avoiding me because you found out.”

Staring at him, you wonder why it is that you like him. At least now you can go back to hugging him all the time.

platonic hugging Dazai hcs 😽

like above, he's caught off guard at first

but then he decides to return the favor >:)

dazai will try and catch you off guard with a hug and it quickly turns into high stakes tag

the two of you immediately make eye contact when you're in the same room, and actively RUN from each other so the other can't hug first

high stakes tag. dazai jumped off a roof to catch you off guard one time. now he isn't allowed roof access at the ada 🙂‍↕️

he can still jump from the windows

it hits a point where everyone Around you is nervous. you two have vaulted over tables and everything it's scary

rooms will empty if the both of you are in one

dazai is definitely winning sorry! he feels it in his bones when you're about to arrive and hides behind doors to jump out at you 🙂‍↕️

[bedoballoons]

I wanna request smthng simple,,,

Any character with user that naturally have a really hot body temperature plz (on my knees)

This is actually right up my alley, I always run warmer compared to everyone else! I love it, thank you so much for your request and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~To hawt~༺}

CW: Suggestive fluff! MDNI! Mentions of being in the shower together and multiple other scenarios! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour, Diluc: My dear, Albedo: My love,

(Includes: Lyney, Diluc, Albedo,and Wriothesley!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

You tossed and turned in bed, feeling like you were melting under the hot covers...when had the cold night air turn into muggy warmth. You lifted the blanket off of yourself, almost gasping at the relief the cooler air brought to your body, now if only Lyney could take the rest of the blankets so they weren't touching you at all, then you might just be able to-

"M...mmon amour?"

"Oh no did I wake you Lyney?"

"No, its just really cold out and I could feel the blankets moving. Why are you in uncovered? You're going to freeze to death. Here let me tuck you in."

"No no, that's okay! Ha, I was actually feeling warm!"

"..." He paused for a second, contemplating wether you'd actually meant your body temperature was running higher than a normal person's would...or if this was actually due to some suggestive dreams. The second answer left a bit of room for flirting, even if it was the middle of the night he'd never miss the opportunity. "Mon amour, if you are ever feeling overheated...you can always ask me for help~"

𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc pulled back from the water the second it hit his skin, feeling like he'd just been hit with a bucket of ice water,...when he said he wanted to take a shower with you...he hadn't expected that to mean a cold one. "Ahem...could we turn up the heat of the water? I can't imagine what use we have for a cold shower at this moment in time."

"It's not cold though, this is my normal shower temperature. Actually it's a little warm for me." You smiled at him brightly, rubbing shampoo into your hair while he stared back at you in shock...how could water that felt like it had been shipped right from the dragon spine streams...be what you shower in everyday? "Diluc...?"

"...is it because you're to hot?"

Your eyes widened at his question, soap suds running down your soft skin as his face turned red, he hadn't meant it the way it sounded, but now of course he couldn't take it back, especially since the both of you were currently naked in front of eachother...trying to unsay something like that wasn't going to work in this situation.

"...."

"....."

"Just to hot to handle I guess."

"Yes, yes you are my dear."

𑁍༄Albedo:

"Here you go my love, please keep warm with it." Albedo draped his coat onto your shoulders, hoping to heat you up while the two of you watched the subtle snowfall of dragonspine. He wasn't sure how you hadn't started shivering already, usually humans would be freezing about now, but you actually didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

"Awe you don't have to. I'm actually not cold at all if you'd like to keep it." You snuggled up closer to him, emphasizing your body heat as your warm hand slid into his delicate cold one...you really didn't seem affected by the snow. How very interesting. "We've been together for awhile now and I've noticed you always tend to run warmer than others. Is there a reason behind this? Perhaps somewhere in your family lineup your relatives bonded with that of a pyro slime..."

"What in teyvat are you talking about? I highly doubt any of my relatives had relationships with pyro slimes, I just have a high body heat and being near you doesn't help." Your heart instantly picked up pace as your words slipped out before you could stop them...when had you gotten flirty?

"I suppose it would be a slimy situation either way then hm?"

"A-a-albedo!"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

"How would you like your tea?" His grace set out a cup of sugar, excited to hear what kind of ways you liked to mix up the delicious drink. In truth this was a incredibly important question to him, after all it's his favourite beverage and he makes it often, knowing your order will tell him more about you and allows him to make it just the way you like from then on. He only hoped you wouldn't get tired of it soon after he started serving it to you..

"Hmm a couple spoonfuls of sugar and lots of ice!"

"...ice?" His ears perked up, attention fully trained on you...he simply couldn't imagine why someone would want to put ice into their hot tea. To cool it down? But wouldn't it loose it's flavour, leaving it more like a tea flavoured water instead?

"Mhm! Iced tea is so yummy and it makes it harder for my body to overheat!"

"...iced tea. Do you normally use ice as a means to cool yourself off?"

"...yes."

"Interesting, I'll have to remember that~"

"Remember that for what???"

"Nothing."

"Wrio??"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[mockerycrow]

SAFETY (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

gaz photo is by the wonderful @yumethefrostypanda

summary; you went out by yourself whilst gaz is home, and you aren’t answering your phone.

roommate!gaz masterlist

[WARNINGS; slight angst, vague description of deaths, paranoid militaristic thinking, anxiety, gaz is just anxious </3]

KYLE COULD not get himself to calm down. He swears in the back of his mind that his feet are burning holes into the wooden floor of your shared apartment as he paces back and forth in the living room, even circling around the couch a couple of times. There’s horrible worry eating away at his gut, tearing through his stomach like a lawn mower cuts through grass. Kyle isn’t.. used to being anxious like this. He’s used to being on edge, alert; ready for the next attack or target to appear. Kyle’s used to waiting around, but not like this at all. Kyle’s used to be waiting in thick bushes, laying down in his ghillie suit with his Captain by his side, waiting for a convoy to ride down a road he’s looking at through his sniper’s scope. He isn’t used to waiting at home with zero contact with you, waiting for you to get home.

He felt unbelievably useless because he’s texted you multiple times, called you—neither of them went through, meaning something is wrong with your phone. Are you okay? Are you hurt? You insisted on taking a walk which he didn’t want to go on, so did you get hit by a car? Did you get kidnapped? Kyle groans and he rubs his face, lightly slapping his cheeks in an attempt to get his bearings. “They’re fine, you git.” He whispers to himself, even though he doesn’t believe what he’s trying to tell himself. There’s so many damn possibilities that could be wrong that Kyle can’t help but torture himself with. Kyle sits down on the couch for a moment, his fingers resting on his thighs and taps against them, muttering that you’re fine a couple of times. 

Kyle grabs the TV remote from the table in front of the couch and he tries to lean back to relax. He doesn’t stop his leg from bouncing as he switches the TV on, and he knows he shouldn’t watch the news, it’ll make it worse; but he can’t help it. Kyle goes to switch to the news but he pauses—what if there was a terrorist attack and you’re there? What if there was a bomb, and you’re trapped under rubble, just like what happened in—

The front door opens and Kyle whips his head around to look, holding his breath. He lets out a shaky breath as he watches you shuffle inside, grumbling as you’re holding a closed, but wet red umbrella. “Bloody hell.” Kyle curses as he gets up from the couch, and he begins to approach you. “The fuckin’ rain is terrible,” You begin to ramble, unzipping your rain coat that Kyle bought for you last year. You’re looking down at your soaked pants and shoes, and luckily you’re standing on top of a mat you had half a mind to buy before the rainy season began. “My goddamn pho—”

Kyle wraps his arms around you, ignoring the way the water on your coat soaks into the gray long sleeved shirt he’s wearing. “You’re a fuckin’ arse.” Kyle grumbles loudly, the anxiety finally settling in his gut, his mind no longer shouting at him the warning signs. You huff, your hands trying to pry Kyle’s from your body. “I—Huh? I didn’t do anything, Kyle, you’re getting wet—“ You insist, but Kyle’s grip doesn’t budge. “I don’t give a fuck,” He says, tightening his arms. You sigh, your eyebrows furrowing in worry. “What’s happened?”

Kyle doesn’t respond for a moment; he knows it’s illogical. He knows it’s because he only came home from deployment about two days ago—where the mission was grueling mentally and physically. Kyle knows it’s because he watched a building collapse with the knowledge people were inside, civilians. You’re a civilian, and he’s terrified something will happen to you. He knows his fears are just agitated because he hasn’t calmed down from everything that had happened; so he doesn’t want to share—

You managed to squirm your arms from under his and your hands grab his head, forcing it back and then forward to make him look at you, causing him to blink rapidly. “Hey,” You utter. “What’s wrong?”

Kyle presses his lips together as he reluctantly lets go of you, but he doesn’t ignore the way your hands stay on him, drifting from his head to his shoulder; likely to keep him grounded. “You didn’t answer your phone.” Kyle breathes out, his eyes scanning yours. You blink and his stomach twists a bit at the way you laugh. “Oh, sorry, Kyle. It was raining, and some fucking asshole splashed me.” You respond, fishing your damp phone out of your pocket. “Phone’s dead forever.” His eyes flicker to your phone and he feels so unbelievably stupid. How the fuck did he think of you dying from a bomb before some other mishap with your phone?

Kyle groans and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands as he curses under his breath, embarrassment flowing through his veins. At least you’re alright, that’s what matters.

[b3rrymilks]

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔����) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.

“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.

when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.

what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.

miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.

miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.

there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.

“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.

his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)

“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.

soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.

“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.

[sxcret-garden]

Jeno & Jaemin ღ Two makes a Team [M]

ღ NCT Dream Jeno & Jaemin x fem!reader ღ words: ~4k ღ genre: established poly-relationship AU, domestic fluff turned smut (dom!Jeno, dom!Jaemin, multiple orgasms, praise, some hair pulling, reader gets spanked once, nipple play, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, oral, spitroasting, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (reader gets pulled by the hair)

Desc.: When both your boyfriends distract you by asking you for kisses, one thing leads to another and what you had planned to be some alone time with a good book turns into something even better…

It’s a Sunday afternoon, a day you usually spend relaxing at home. You’ve made yourself comfortable on the couch, a blanket wrapped around your lap and a cup of tea placed on the coffee table in front of you. In your hands you’re holding a book that you’re about halfway finished with, and as your eyes are skimming through the many lines and pages, you’re so immersed in the story that you don’t notice someone approaching you.

“Y/N.” Only when he calls out to you softly, you take notice of him.

“Hmm?” you hum absentmindedly, as you register Jaemin sitting down next to you. Without taking your gaze off the book, you ask, “Is it important?”

“Veeery,” he answers, lazily dragging out the vowel, and he puts his arm on the backrest of the couch right behind you. He sits beside you, so close that you can feel his presence next to you, warmth radiating off of him. You tear yourself away from the page after finishing the next paragraph, turning your head to look at him. There’s sleepiness drooping from his eyelids, and you wonder if he just took a nap or if he pulled an all nighter yesterday.

“What is it?” you question, already beginning to dread what important thing he might have to tell you. “Is the stove acting up again? Did something break?” Jaemin shakes his head, a broad grin forming on his lips. “Then what?” you wonder out loud.

“It appears…” he begins, pausing dramatically, “that I am…” he adds another pause, lifting his chin a bit and making you raise an eyebrow at him, “in dire need of kisses.”

For a moment you’re speechless, because he really just needs to make something like that seem like a big deal, but then you remember it’s not the first time he’s being dramatic about wanting a kiss, so you sit back and relax your shoulders.

“And that’s what you needed to interrupt my precious reading time for?” you ask, feeling the corners of your mouth involuntarily rising up. “You’re so dumb,” you whisper, and before he can talk back at you in offense, you lean in and press your lips against his for a short peck. “Happy now?” you ask as you withdraw, already shifting your attention back to your book.

“That’s all?” he asks. “Is your boyfriend not worth more than a tiny peck?” He seems seriously offended, but when you see the playful spark in his eyes, you know he’s mostly joking around.

“Fine,” you give in. “I’ll give you a proper kiss if you let me read after that.”

“Hmmmm…” he pretends to consider your offer, pursing his lips, until eventually he agrees. “Alright.” Taking one hand off the book in your lap, you comb your fingers through his hair, resting your palm at the back of his neck eventually. As you lean in, you can see him smile at you, and the moment you lock lips with him, you feel him kissing you back. He lets you take the lead, moving his lips against yours at the unhurried pace you set, and giving you permission to deepen the kiss as soon as you slip your tongue past his teeth. When you pull away, breaking the kiss, he seems more than satisfied, but when you hear someone gasp from across the room, you both turn your heads in shock.

“Wait, why is he getting kisses?” Jeno complains from the other side of the living room, and you sigh, finding the jealousy in your other boyfriend’s face. 

“Because I asked for them,” Jaemin retorts, a teasing grin sitting on his lips as he leans back and watches Jeno’s expression become even more disgruntled. He’s definitely amused with this situation, whereas you’re not sure how to feel about it.

“Whatever…” you sigh, placing your hand flat on the book you can’t wait to keep reading. Then you signal Jeno to come over to you by pointing your chin at him, and then towards the empty spot on the sofa to your right. He doesn’t hesitate to approach you, smiling like a puppy that had just been praised and plopping down on the couch next to you. Just when you’re about to lean in, Jaemin interrupts you.

“Oh, I have to work for it, but if he just gives you puppy eyes once you give in?” he complains in offense, and you merely retort,

“Oh shut up.” Then, your lips meet Jeno’s, whose hand comes up to cup your cheek, and he smiles into the kiss. Warmth spreads in your chest, but still you tear yourself away.

“Can I read now?” you ask, a bit annoyed at the two, and when you sense Jaemin placing his chin on your shoulder to pout at you from up close, you assume the answer is no. “Please,” you add.

“Another kiss to make up for it?” he asks, and heat rushes to your cheeks as you turn your head to find his adorable expression right in front of you.

“Make up for what?”

“For being so hard on me!” You can tell he’s still playing with you, but you also know he isn’t going to let you off the hook so easily. So you merely sigh, before kissing him again.

Lips moving against Jaemin’s, you forget about the other guy being there for a moment, until you feel a warm touch against your exposed neck. You moan into the kiss, before correctly identifying the soft texture as Jeno’s lips. When you don’t break the kiss with your other boyfriend despite that, Jeno sinks his teeth into your skin, making you gasp.

“What-” you whirl around to complain, but your lips are immediately met with Jeno’s, who now places one hand on your thigh and the other behind your neck. The book is lifted off your lap, and you’re assuming Jaemin is putting it away, before you can feel his lips nipping at the delicate skin on the side of your throat instead. 

“Not fair…” he mutters, just as Jeno releases you in order to bury his face in your nape as well. You moan at their touches, and while Jaemin brings his hand up to rest his palm on your other thigh, Jeno’s fingertips slip under your shirt to dance up your stomach.

“Guys…” you breathe, as the angel and devil on your shoulders start a fight - one just wanting to continue reading, the other begging to let yourself give in to their touches.

“Hmm?” Jaemin hums close to your ear, and you can feel him grin against your skin. Meanwhile Jeno keeps scattering kisses all over, working his way up to your jaw and causing you to lean your head back in the process. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel the former pressing his lips onto your pulse.

“How about… you just let me finish this chapter…?” you suggest, but by now you’re not sure anymore if that’s really the thing you want the most at the moment.

“Is a book really more important than us?” Jeno questions, and you know that you can’t possibly answer yes.

“I mean…” you mutter, but fail to finish your sentence as he comes back up to your lips, sharing a deep kiss with you. Again, the kiss is broken due to the shenanigans of the other, because you end up throwing your head back when Jaemin peels the blanket off you, sliding his palm up the inside of your thigh.

“What?” he questions, not taking his gaze away from you as he begins teasing you through your sweatpants. “You’d rather have your book than this?” You give him a pleading look, and when Jeno’s hand finds your breasts under your shirt, you squeeze your eyes tightly shut. That’s when you give in to your body’s desires, and you earn a chuckle from both of them as you shake your head.

“That’s right,” Jeno mutters right beside your ear, before kissing a trail down. “We’ll take care of you.” He alternates between massaging your boobs and squeezing your nipples between his thumb and index finger, while you spread your legs apart a bit further to give Jaemin better access to your core. “So needy,” Jeno whispers, sinking his teeth into your soft skin. On the other side of your throat, you feel Jaemin’s breath tickling you just below your ear as he exhales.

“You want more?” he asks, voice low, and you feel a rush of heat straight to your core.

“P-please…” you answer, sounding desperate.

“Then you’ll need to give us something in return.” He removes his hand from where you want him the most for a second, reaching for your wrist to guide your hand to the bulge in his pants, and almost automatically, your other hand finds the same spot on Jeno.

“Good girl.” You receive a praise from him for that, and when you start to palm them both through their pants, the groans that escape them sound like music to your ears. While Jeno captures your chin with his free hand to make you face him so he can proceed to kiss you, Jaemin slips his hand past the waistband of your sweatpants, pushing the fabric of your panties aside to touch you directly. You moan into the open-mouthed kiss when he begins to circle his fingertip on your clit, and you buck your hips as a way of begging for more, all while trying to stay focused on pleasuring the both of them in return. Jeno breaks the kiss for air, while you can hear Jaemin mutter a curse under his breath, just before sliding two fingers inside you with ease, making you whine. 

“Keep going,” he urges you on, bucking his hips into your palm, “Don’t stop.” You nod with determination, but the pleasure of having both their hands on you clouds your mind, and you’re not sure how much longer you will last. Jeno eventually pulls your shirt off you, tossing it aside, and then he grabs a few strands of your hair close to the roots, tugging at them, while tending to your chest with his other hand and his mouth. His tongue swirling around one of your nipples while his fingers take care of the other, along with Jaemin’s fingers curling inside you and his thumb pressing against your clit makes you feel like you’ll go crazy any second now.

“Fuck… f-feels so good…” you whine. “I’m-… I’m gonna-” Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, moaning curses and both their names, and for a while you completely forget to keep moving your hands, resting on their bulges that have grown to the point they’re painfully stretching out the fabric of their pants. Still, at least Jaemin seems to have no plans to make you get him off for now, because after you’ve come down from your high, he pulls out carefully and then quickly tears your pants and underwear off you. Before you can register what’s happening, you already find him kneeling in front of you, trailing sloppy kisses up the inside of your thigh.

“Need to taste you…” he mutters, and when his tongue meets your still overstimulated clit, you whine and a shiver shakes your whole body. Jeno kisses his way from your chest back up to your lips, his hands starting to roam your entire body until eventually he grips onto your waist to keep you in place, while your other boyfriend starts to eat you out. You whine from the pleasure of him circling the tip of his tongue around your clit skillfully, and you cry out as he slides his fingers back into your dripping pussy with ease.

“J-jaemin…” you stutter out his name as Jeno’s lips leave yours for a short while.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he mumbles, sending vibrations up your core, before going right back to tending to your clit.

“Hnng… fuck, Jaemin… s-so good…” you cry out, when Jeno harshly grabs your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m here too,” he growls, and without leaving you time to say anything back, he smashes his mouth against yours, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of your bottom lip. You moan, looking for something to hold onto and eventually finding Jeno’s shirt. You wrap your fingers around the fabric tightly, tugging at it involuntarily as the pleasure builds up with each of Jaemin’s movements inside you. Jeno pulls you head back by your hair in order to expose the delicate skin on your throat, attaching his lips to it and starting to suck a hickey onto your neck, while you continue moaning uncontrollably. 

“F-fuck…” you curse through gritted teeth, and eventually you cry out as your second orgasm hits you. You clench around your boyfriend’s fingers, and when he pulls out a few seconds later, he comes back up, pushing Jeno aside as he crawls on top of you. Tongue licking your juices off his digits, he brings up his other hand to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your swollen lips. And then he leans in for a kiss, making you taste yourself on him as he moves his lips against yours hungrily. When you part, you’re both out of breath, his eyes dripping with honey as he takes in the sight in front of him. You must look fucked out already, but when Jeno shoves the other guy off of you, you know they’re far from done with you. 

“Not fair…” he pouts, running his hand down your body, nails digging into your skin. “He always gets everything first.”

“What…?” you mumble, but when Jeno begins trailing lazy kisses down your torso, you understand what he’s planning. Without thinking, you bury your hand in his hair, and you wince when he presses a kiss against your wet cunt. Jeno’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking carefully at first, and he’s cautious to keep his touches soft, as he’s well aware that you’re still overstimulated. 

“Jeno…” Now it’s his name that’s falling from your lips, when you hear Jaemin chuckling right beside you.

“He’s really good at that, huh…” he comments, smiling down at the other guy while taking your hand away from his head. Only now you realize that he’s pulled his own pants down a bit, and he leads you to his hard length. You wrap your fingers around it as he gives you a smile, and for a second his eyelids flutter shut as you begin to move your hand up and down slowly. Then, he replaces your hand atop Jeno’s head, ruffling through his hair a few times. “Really, really good,” Jaemin mutters under his breath, making it sound both like praise and teasing. 

Jeno slides two fingers inside you, curling them up against that perfect spot as his sucking on your clit becomes harsher - probably to distract you from getting off the other guy. It’s as if they’re fighting over your undivided attention, except that Jeno seems to be the only one fighting, while Jaemin seemingly remains amused by the situation no matter where it’s going.

“You’re doing well too,” the guy sitting beside you whispers into your ear, before he trails feathery light kisses down the side of your face. When he reaches your neck, you moan in appreciation, trying your best to focus on the way you’re moving your fist up and down his cock, but with Jeno slowly eating you out, it’s hard to concentrate on anything, really. He takes his time with it, but somehow the way he pumps his fingers in and out of you, and the way his mouth is tending to your clit are more intense than when Jaemin was in his position just a few minutes ago. Jeno looks up at you, forcing you to hold eye contact with him, and you can unmistakably see the hunger in his stare. 

“Don’t stop.” Jaemin’s words cause you to look away from the other guy, and he takes his fingers out of Jeno’s locks to wrap them around your hand, guiding you to move faster up and down his length. He throws his head back at the friction, moaning a curse under his breath, and so do you as Jeno carefully sinks his teeth into your sensitive bud as a warning. As if he wanted to tell you to focus on him only, he shoots you an intense gaze, and the moans get stuck in your throat as his fingers speed up. He pushes in a third one, stretching you out a bit.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he orders, taking his lips away from your cunt for a moment. Then he dives back in, and you cry out from pleasure as his tongue quickly darts over your clit. You can see your next orgasm approaching, and you shut your eyes tightly.

“D-don’t stop… please, Jeno… don’t s-stop…!” Your high comes crashing down on you and you feel yourself clenching hard around his fingers. Both of them let you catch your breath as you come down from your high, your mind filled with nothing but utter bliss. However, they’re not done with you yet. 

Your eyes find Jaemin first as he takes off his shirt, and you let your gaze wander from his chest to his abs, tracing the lines of his skin, before you turn to look at Jeno and find him topless as well. Both of them slip out of their pants, and you gulp, eyeing them with curiousity, as you can only wonder what they’re planning to do to you now.

“Babe…” Jeno is the first to call out to you, holding out his hand for you to take. He pulls you up onto your feet, holding you tight as your legs are still shaking from the orgasms your boyfriends gave you, and he kisses you in fervour. With his hand placed on the small of your back, he presses your body against his, deepening the kiss in the process. At the same time you feel Jaemin’s hands on your hips, and his lips nipping at the skin at the back of your neck and on your shoulders while he presses his hard on against your ass.

“I have an idea,” he mutters, fingers squeezing your flesh, and he scatters a few more kisses on your skin before he continues. “Get on your knees…” Jeno releases you, breaking the kiss, and you turn around in his hold. Your hands naturally find their way into Jaemin’s, fingers intertwining as he steadies you. You do as told, sinking down onto the ground, and you have a hunch what he’s planning.

“You too,” he proceeds to order, this time directed at Jeno. Then, he lets go of one of your hands, only to capture your chin in his grip, making you look up at him. “How about we try something… you suck me off… while Jeno takes you from behind.” Excitement runs through your body, and you feel a new wave of heat rushing to your core. You nod obediently, perking up your ass and you gasp when Jeno’s hand flies to your behind, spanking you. Tingly pain spreads where he slapped the skin, and he immediately goes over to rubbing soothing circles on the spot. Then his hand moves towards your entrance, and he loses no time to push his fingers inside once more, finding you soaking wet and more than ready for his cock. You throw him a pleading look over your shoulder, and he runs his hands up your back and then down your sides.

“I’ll fuck you so good,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss a trail up your spine, and then he wraps his fingers around his length to give himself a few strokes in preparation. Aligning his tip with your cunt, he takes a hold of your hips, and giving them a gentle squeeze, he asks, “You ready, babe?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter in expectation, and when he pushes inside you, you moan, falling forward and being caught by Jaemin who’s now kneeling in front of you. Enjoying that perfect feeling of being filled up, you get on all fours, and you peek up to see Jaemin giving you an encouraging nod. He cups your face in his palm, running his thumb over your cheek once, and then he watches as you lift one hand off the ground to reach for his cock. You take him into your mouth slowly, while Jeno holds still and waits, swirling your tongue around the tip at first, but soon feeling Jaemin impatiently pushing further inside. In that moment, Jeno as well starts thrusting, groaning from the pleasure of finally being inside you, and all you can do is moan as the other guy begins to slowly fuck your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut when he hits the back of your throat, gagging on his length and leading him to be more careful with his movements, while Jeno doesn’t hold back anymore. His thrusts are slow but strong, and everytime he pushes all the way back inside, you moan, sending vibrations up Jaemin’s cock. He has one hand buried in your hair, tugging at the strands whenever you lure a groan out of him.

“I’m… almost there…” His hips stutter, and you get ready to receive his load. You look up at him, fucked out and still pleading for whatever your boyfriends have to give, and it pushes him over the edge as he spills into your mouth with one more thrust. You do your best to swallow everything, licking the remainder of his cum off your lips after he pulls out. Meanwhile, Jeno speeds up again, and eventually he wraps his arms around your upper body, pulling you into an almost upright position. You whine in surprise and you squeeze your eyes shut, but you’re quick to relax in his hold as one of his hands finds its way to your core, fingertips rubbing against your clit while you’re trying your best to keep your back arched for him to be able to fuck you properly. And then you feel a pair of lips against yours - Jaemin kissing you sloppily, as he himself is still catching his breath. He moves further down, mouth exploring your neck and collarbones, and his hands land on your breasts, starting to play with your nipples. The overstimulation makes you whine and moan and curse, leaving you unable to have a single clear thought as it’s about to drive you insane. With their hands all over you and Jeno’s thrusts getting harder as he seems to be coming close to his release as well, you find another orgasm is approaching at light speed. Before you know it, you’re coming undone in between the two of them. You collapse into Jaemin’s arms, who catches you safely, and you keep whining as Jeno picks up speed for a few more thrusts until eventually, he cums too.

While you attempt to catch your breath, safely resting in Jaemin’s embrace, Jeno fetches you some towels to clean yourselves a bit. All gathering on the couch, you hide underneath the blanket that’s barely big enough for the three of you. But you don’t mind, since that merely means you will have to move closer together for everyone to be covered. 

“I’ll run us a bath, how about that?” Jeno eventually proposes, and you nod, smiling at the thought of a relaxing bubble bath.

“What about your book?” Jaemin asks, and as if the answer wasn’t obvious, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t think I can read in this state…” you say, “Bath sounds better.” Jeno lets out a breathy laugh, and then he presses a kiss onto your cheek. 

“I’ll carry you if you want,” he mumbles. “And Jaemin can take care of making dinner while we’re gone.” You chuckle at his words, and before the other guy can complain about Jeno's attempt at having you all to himself, you quickly press a kiss onto his lips.

“That’d be great,” you say. 

[gunilslaugh]

Can I request?:

It's 10 seconds till 2024. But you don't have a New Year's kiss!? What!? We can't have that! Don't worry, Ode/Seungmin will save you from embassment! As the ball finally drops, he swoops in, giving you the best New Year's kiss you've ever experienced.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Happy New Year everyone! :)

Oh Seungmin

Summary: Seungmin makes himself your New Year’s Eve kiss.

WC:690

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

The music of the New Year’s Eve party you were at was too loud. Not to mention that you didn’t even want to be there in the first place. You would have much rather been in the comfort of your own home, but alas your friend had to drag you out to a party to celebrate the coming of the new year. 

Now you stood alone in a corner. It was about five minutes till midnight. Your friend had abandoned you to go be lovey dovey with her boyfriend. You wonder why you didn’t leave when she left you. You should have. You regret not leaving. Although you suppose it’s still not too late to leave. The door is right there and you don’t really care if you’re on your way home when the new year comes. You stand up from the wall you were leaning against and begin to make your bee line for the door. Squeezing by multiple couples who are ready to bring in the new year together. 

You were almost to the door when, “Y/n you’re here?” someone called you. You turn towards the voice to discover that it came from Seungmin. 

“Yeah, my friend dragged me here,” you say. Seungmin looked around, seemingly looking for your friend. 

“Did they ditch you?” he asked. You nodded. 

“She went off with her boyfriend.” You rocked back and forth on your feet, arms folded over your chest, feeling slightly awkward. 

“You looked like you were on your way out,” Seungmin noted. 

“I was,” you confirmed. “I don’t really care where I am when the clock strikes twelve. I just want to go home and sleep.” Being surrounded by couples, feeling like you are the only one who didn’t have someone to share the new year with. It was suffocating. If your friend had stayed with you it would have been different. You wouldn’t have felt lonely in a room swarming with people. You wouldn’t have wanted to roll your eyes at every couple. 

“I could walk you then,” Seungmin offered.

“You don’t want to stay?” you questioned him. Seungmin smiles, shaking his head. 

“I don’t care where I am when the clock strikes twelve,” he uttered the same words you did moments ago. His words were a bit of a lie. He did somewhat care where he was when the clock struck twelve. He wanted to be with you. He truly didn’t care where though as long as he was with you.

“That sounds nice then,” you smiled. The two of you walked out the door of the party with three minutes to go till midnight. The two of you weren’t walking in a hurry. A leisurely pace was set. “Are you sure you want to be walking with me when the new year comes?” you checked. Seungmin chuckles, finding you cute. 

“I’m sure.” He laces his hand with yours. Effectively making your heart race. Two minutes till midnight. You’ve both made it to the end corner of the street, pausing before crossing to the other side of the street. One minute till midnight. Your steps freeze with Seugmin’s when he stops walking and checks his phone.

“Something wrong?” you asked. Seungmin shakes his head, but he takes his hand away from yours. 

“You can punch me afterwards if you want to,” he tells you. 

“Huh?” You quickly grow confused. Seungmin’s hand that left yours is now reaching to cup your face. His other hand makes its way to your waist and guides you closer to him. Then he leans down, connecting your lips together. Your eyes widen before you close them, melting into Seungmin. You hear fireworks go off along with the ones in your stomach. Your hands lightly grasp at his sides. Your action causes Seungmin to break out into a smile against your lips. 

“Happy New Year,” he tells you, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Happy New Year,” you tell him back smiling. Seungmin pulls away from you briefly only to quickly pull you back against his frame in a hug. Looks like you had someone to share the new year with after all. 

[himbodruid]

A Devil and A Bard

Raphael x named!tav

Female!tav / Bard!tav

A/N: just some casual Raphael brainrot. Takes place during Act 3 and may contain spoilers. No set storyline, i just plan on having three chapters of headcanon drabbles that jump around, might also deviate from canon at points. Chapter 2 will be 🌶️🌶️🌶️

18+ MINORS DNI

Chapter 1: In which a bard finds herself in trouble- in more ways than one

Lore paced along the veranda, indecisiveness keeping her from not only knocking on the door to the Devil’s Den, but also keeping her from giving up and returning to the Elfsong.

Some days ago, Lore and her companions happened across Raphael and Voss arguing within the room, and Raphael had offered a deal. Her companions had vehemently rejected Raphael’s bargain…but Lore wasn’t so sure.

Returning meant she had gone behind the backs of people she considered friends. But if they were up against an Elder Brain...any advantage they could get might mean the difference between life and the entire demise of the city.

The Emperor was in a tizzy at the direction of her thinking, and he was a constant angry voice in her head telling her to abandon the deal and return to their newly set up home base. She knew what the mindflayer stood to lose, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any sort of sympathy towards the being that manipulated her and her companions for months. Guardian, my ass.

Bawdy laughter from below caught her attention, voices that were all too familiar to the bard. Her breath stole away from her and she gripped the railing.

There on the half cobbled road below was a face she had hoped to never see again. Memories flashed through her mind, the abuses she suffered at the hands of the man below causing her to freeze in place. Lord Edmund happened to look up at that moment, and he spotted the wayward bard that had been sold to him.

“You!” He shouted, drawing the attention of everyone around him. Then after an angry pause, he and his men rushed to the entrance of Sharress’s Caress.

That decided for her, and she spun away from the railing and burst into the Devil's Den. She slammed the door behind her, leaning against it as if she alone could bar the man twice her size from entering. Her eyes darted about the room, completely ignoring the thoroughly annoyed Raphael sitting at his desk. She scoped out several potential hiding places, but vaulted over the bed and wedged herself between it and the night table when she heard thundering footsteps on the wood of the balcony. Raphael’s glare followed her, though she didn’t really pay attention.

At least until he poked his face around the edge of the bed. When banging started on the door, her flinch had him impatiently raising his brow at her.

“You have, rather recently, taken on an undead man and the avatar of Myrkul, among other horrors, and it's a mortal man that smells like sheep piss that causes you to cower?”

Lore glared up from her huddled position on the floor. “You don't know what you’re talking about.”

Raphael crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “Enlighten me.”

The door miraculously held against multiple fists banging against it, even the occasional shoulder slamming into it. Muffled shouts could also be heard, growing louder the longer the door remained closed to them.

She took in a shaky breath. “Long story short, my useless drunkard father sold me to Lord Edmund as an entertainer- bard and otherwise- so he could have coin for more drink. Edmund was…is..heavy handed and quick to anger. I have more scars than I care to admit, and not all of them are visible.”

Raphael did not respond, but rather stood in silent contemplation. His eyes shifted to the door and back to Lore, his hand at his chin while his mind turned over the information.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance,” he drawled.

“And owe you a debt? No thank you,” she sneered in return.

“Consider this a gift, then. The entertainment of this encounter will be enough of a payment for my aid. You just have to follow my lead and do as I say, without any fuss.”

Lore looked at him skeptically, and stared at the hand he extended to her while she weighed her options. Edmund wasn’t really a man to give up, especially now that he knew she was in town. He would hound her at every corner, and potentially compromise their mission should he get his hands on her.

With a resigned sigh, she grasped Raphael’s hand and he pulled her to her feet. Somehow during that transition from sitting to standing, her day clothes were whisked away in a flurry of sparks and replaced by one of his robes.

“What? Where are my clothes, Raphael?” She asked, clutching the too-big robe to her. The material was soft against her skin, a luxury she had yet to experience. And one she wished she had time to revel in.

“Follow my lead, remember?” With that, he brought her to the edge of the bed and pushed her down onto it.

“What the hells are you doing?” She hissed. His infuriating smirk spread across his face as she scrambled to cover herself.

“Think of where you are, Little Mouse,” he said simply, as if that made everything perfectly clear.

“A brothel, so what?” She said, before the notion clicked. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Now, shall we put on a show for our eager audience?”

With that, his knee found its way between hers on the bed and he loomed provocatively above her. Her heart thundered in her chest and she was certain his fiendish hearing could pick up on it. He brought his face near hers, his mouth hovering dangerously close to hers. Her hand sprung to his chest to push him away, but she resisted the reflex at the last moment. The scent of him wrapped around her- fire and smoke, a hint of cherries, and undertones of brimstone. All scents that denoted his true self…well, maybe except the cherries. She didn’t know where that came from.

“Relax, Little Mouse,” he murmured to her, a hand under her chin to tilt her face towards his, and his other resting against the silk sheets beside her. His lips were so close to hers that all she had to do was lift her chin just so, and they would connect. She found herself holding her breath in anticipation.

With a snap of his fingers, the spell holding the door closed dissolved and it sprang open. The man who had been about to ram the ornate wood with his shoulder stumbled to the ground instead, and the others tripped on his prone figure. To their outside eyes, the room held nothing more than a man and a woman in an intimate embrace.

“Get yer filthy paws off my property!” Edmund gruffed. Raphael slowly turned his head towards the man that was struggling to disentangle himself from his crew.

“Gentlemen,” was all Raphael said in greeting, neglecting to remove himself from his position atop Lore. She hated that she was beginning to enjoy not only the heat he put off, but the weight of him where his body pressed against hers. The hand originally meant to push him away now gripped his lapel, appearing to all who had eyes on them that she had dragged him to her.

“I said,” Edmund growled as he stood and brushed himself off. He pulled a wicked looking dagger and pointed it at the pair. “Paws off my property.”

Raphael went from amused to furious in a matter of seconds, and the heat of him turned up a notch. Lore knew the cambion was just below the surface. He removed himself from the bed and stood at his full height. Even in his human form, he was still a head taller than Edmund, and cut a much more striking figure against the overweight man.

“My, my, what manner of greeting is this? You barge into the Devil’s Den and dare to make demands? I could turn you into a simpering fool, fit for the circus, for this offense.”

“Get your whore ass over here, bard,” Edmund said, ignoring Raphael and waving his knife at Lore. Raphael growled at the slight, his hands curling into fists. Lore decided to take matters somewhat into her own hands.

“Dearest Edmund,” Lore said, rising from the bed- in what she hoped looked like composed elegance- and positioned herself beside Raphael. Her hand slid up to rest on his shoulder from behind and his own hand found its way to her hip. “Do you know why this particular room is called the Devil’s Den?”

Lore turned her attention to Raphael, then, her brows drawn down in thought. “There was something you told me, once, Raphael. When we first met. Ah! Yes. What’s better than a devil you don't know?”

Raphael grinned at the direction of her comments, the flurry of sparks and flame surrounding the both of them as his cambion form burst free. The cambion towered over everyone in the room, his wings flexing behind him and his tail whipping about in irritation. He turned his head this way and that, as if to work out stiff muscles.

“A devil you do, my dear. Now, you pathetic little man, I do believe you owe my favourite client an apology.”

“Fuck this, I didn’t sign up to fight no devil,” a man in the back said, making his escape while he could. Edmund just sneered, ripping a wrinkled page from his dirty tunic.

“That whore is my property by law,” he seethed, holding the page up by one hand and still clutching the knife in the other.

Raphael took the stained vellum and studied the pathetic excuse for a contract. Except it wasn’t a contract at all, but a simple sales receipt that didn't even have the courtesy to be itemized. Raphael’s annoyed gaze flicked from the page to Edmund before the page burst into flame. In seconds it was burnt to nothingness, and Edmund shouted in outrage. He made to lunge at the devil, but a snap of the fiend’s fingers rendered the man unable to move.

“This is how this is going to work,” Raphael growled. “You are going to leave this room, and you're going to forget Lore exists. In exchange, you will keep your life. If you decide a single bard is worth it, though, you will forfeit your existence here and now.”

In the following silence, Lore decided the self-proclaimed Lord needed another knock to his ego. A hit where she knew it would hurt him most. “Give it up, Edmund. A man like this doesn’t need threats to take a woman to bed. Raphael has more charisma in a single hair than you have in your entirety.”

To add emphasis to her words, Lore reached up and caressed Raphael’s cheek, turning his face towards hers. They shared a brief look, before he obliged her silent request and bent over her to press his lips against hers. She was unprepared, however, for the visceral reaction her body had to the sensation. Her hands tightened on him, and it took every effort not to climb the cambion like a tree. When she gasped against him, he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth with a growl.

The concentration needed to keep the opposing men immobile was broken, and they began to wisely shuffle out one by one. Edmund seethed, face nearly as red as the cambion that was lip locked with the object of his own possessive desires. With a huff, the man decided fighting a devil wasn’t worth it and turned to leave. Raphael broke the kiss to address the retreating man one last time.

“Oh, and Edmund?” Edmund froze in the doorway, but did not turn to face the fiend that addressed him. “Should you or any of your associates harm so much as a single hair on my Little Mouse’s head, consider your soul forfeit.”

Edmund’s hands curled into a fist, but he gave a curt nod and continued storming through the door. With that silent agreement, the man had unwittingly locked himself into a contract with the devil. Any plan he had to enact revenge on Lore would end with him wandering the House of Hope as a debtor.

The pair remained locked in an embrace until they no longer heard the lumbering steps of Edmund’s boots. Just in case he came rushing back. Maybe. It definitely wasn’t because Lore enjoyed how Raphael felt under her hands. Nope. Not at all.

Lore refused to admit that she liked being held by Raphael, that his mouth on hers sent her blood thrumming, that the heat of him pooled in her core. She was sure he could probably tell that he was having an effect on her, but he let her go when she pulled away from him. She spun away to hide her flaming face and cleared her throat once, twice…maybe three times before she felt confident her voice wouldn’t crack when she spoke.

“Thank you, Raphael.” Thank the Gods, her voice was steady and even.

“It was my pleasure, Little Mouse,” he chuckled. Her face somehow flamed hotter. “Now, my dear, you were pacing along the veranda for quite a while. What brings you to my den? Alone, I might add.”

Heaving steadying breaths, Lore turned to face him once her heart settled. Raphael remained in his cambion form, but he lounged in a chair, where his hands were tented and he leaned his elbows on his knees. She had his full attention, and Lore had a feeling he knew exactly why she sought him out without her companions. She took a deep breath and hitched her chin up in a sense of false confidence.

“I want to negotiate for the Orphic Hammer.”

“Excellent.”

[rebornologist]

Gosh, do you know how much your works are valued??? I hope you do since for some, especially me, these works have been the only thing fueling my ten year long love for khr~ Anyways is it OK to request for college and romantic headcanons of Giotto?

♡♡ hiii dear! Thank you so much for your kind words. If you don't mind, I've just compiled all of my Giotto HC reqs instead of making multiple posts, since there is a (variable) amount of overlap between them.

♡ Giotto in College & in Love ✧

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Giotto was not particularly outspoken in class settings, but he was a fine student and fairly active and keen to engage with the local community. He went in undeclared and eventually settled into political science because it was simply what interested him, in addition to a lot of philosophy and some studio art electives. He’s a good writer, and can whip up a crazy effective grant proposal. He enjoys creating things with his hands, such as pottery, forging simple metal jewelry (namely rings), and painting. As he got caught up with work more, he got less and less time for those creative hobbies.

He participated in a lot of direct action groups on campus and ran for some position in the legislative branch of the associated student government. He had a group of close friends that included G and Cozart, and the group would be found floating around, sitting on grass in the quad or in the student community building’s meeting rooms, discussing various things that may or may not be related to student gov.

Giotto is a pretty hopeless romantic, in the way that.. he has a tendency to see the world through rose-tinted glasses, firmly believing in the good of humanity. While he romanticizes the grind, his partner would likely be the one that reminds him to take a step back and rest. He’s surrounded by people with big hopes and dreams, as he should, but it can be a little too inspiring. He’ll lose a lot of sleep because he spends time thinking about the good and the bad and the ugly and the beautiful.

His partner is always there to listen to him ramble about his hopes and dreams, but they’re also there to ground him, remind him to pay attention to them, to get ready for bed, snuggle up, meditate, literally anything to take his mind off of what his next move is. Sometimes, the next move should just be.. nothing, for now.

They remind him that they want to go into the ceramics studio next week, and he pauses. His breath is held still in his chest as the constantly turning gears slow almost to a stop, and he takes a moment to process before he exhales audibly, with a soft smile “...it’s been a while, huh?”

Initially, he was very formal in the way that he pursued his s/o-to-be. They started as colleagues or friends, and something about them just.. caught his eye. For being such a well-spoken man, he cannot put to words what exactly made him feel so strongly about them, but he feels it very viscerally. He opens doors for them, bringing them tea and coffee, gifting them a little painting or a handmade mug, before finally mustering the courage to ask them out to dinner with a whole ass bouquet of flowers.

I don’t see him as anything but a friends-to-lovers type of man. Even on a first date, the dialogue and banter flow as usual, and there is a natural chemistry on top of their preexisting friendship. He tries his best to pace himself in terms of what is considered a “natural” progression of the relationship, but it’s almost as if he knows that he’s all-in with his partner from the get-go. His loyalty and devotion is unmatched.

One time, as a joke, his partner referred to him as their husband. He malfunctioned right then and there. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging. He laughs it off in front of his friends, as if that was a regular occurrence. Afterwards, on the way home, he hits them with the “Do you really think of me like that?” silence… 30 seconds later, he speaks up again as he is driving, “Hypothetically, when do you think is a good time to get married?” It’s adorable. It does become a regular occurrence after that.

I have written a bit on this before, so ngl.. idk what other bases.. to cover

He’s confident, but he doesn’t have a huge ego. The times where he feels most egotistical, actually, is when his partner is so painfully attracted to him. He’ll catch them gawking at his hands as he adjusts his watch and jewelry, and a playful smile dances across his features, golden eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Like what you see, dear?” He fans his fingers out, displaying the rings on his finger, before flipping his palm upward and gesturing salaciously for his love to come closer.

Is really sweet and enjoys teasing and worshiping every inch of his lover, just so that he can take note of every reaction. He’ll notice every little gasp, every flinch, twitch, whimper, etc. He loves a vocal partner.

Sex is something that he enjoys taking his time with, so if there’s something that you want to leverage to pull him away from his work, that might be it. He tries really hard to stick to his scheduled activities, but he doesn’t mind getting distracted by his s/o for longer than planned. At some point, he starts to account for that when he plans for the day or the week.

It’s really funny when he hits them up with the, “hey babe… my sweet.. angel, darling… I know that we have our date tomorrow afternoon, but.. I have a meeting that evening..” his s/o knows exactly what’s coming, “are you available to.. start earlier so that we can have more time together?” UM YES.

Is not particularly kinky himself, but super open minded to trying out anything that his partner may be into. He loves to please, so he’ll definitely at least be open to hearing about any fantasies they would want to fulfill. Some things are off the table, he’s not a huge fan of play that revolves around non-consent because he’s kind of.. a softie through and through, but he dabbles in praise, gentle degradation, being a pleasure dom, etc.

He’s a little more interested in group play than you’d expect, because he’s fairly romantically monogamous, but if a partner asked to bring other people into a sexual scenario, he’d be like, “oh.. oh, yeah.. are you thinking of [redacted]?” IDUNNO Y/N ARE YOU?!?!

✧ a/n: rb with who u think redacted is

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Holiday Spirit

Summary: Don's just fine with his friendship with Bobby despite his yearning. Then he gets a couple of texts that definitely weren't meant for him.

Things can only get better from here.

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Modern AU, Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Pics, Holiday Theme (in the bg)

Words: 2526

A/N: for @b00ks1ut !! mery chrysler

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AO3

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Don should be used to this by now.

The bitter Seattle winter rolls in and he still doesn’t dress right for the first practice in an ice storm. His hands are numb, his hair is clumped in frozen chunks, and the thought of warming up is the only solace getting him through this.

That and Bobby.

Bobby is a shivering mess in front of him, not even allowed the grace of rowing to keep warm. But his eyes shine, his yells through the mic don’t falter. Don can’t help but admire his spirit and he lets his breath warm the cold air when Bobby smiles at him.

“On my go-ahead, Hume, baby.”

Don brings up the pace with ease at Bobby’s command, face flushed at the pet-name, the praise that follows after. Despite the pelting ice, the boys break their record from the day before and the cold air is a comfort as the fire burns low in Don’s chest.

He’s not sure why he keeps denying himself year after year. Bobby is a gentleman. If he doesn’t feel the same, their friendship will continue on like always. Yet. Don has settled into his longing, an old friend he’s not quite ready to get rid of yet.

“Can you come over for dinner?” Don asks as they change in the locker room.

Bobby’s smile is strained and he shakes his head. “Got other plans. But rain check?”

Don nods, curious to what could be so important for Bobby to not jump at the chance to hang out. Then again, the holidays are in full blast. Bobby is on every committee imaginable, planning multiple parties. The fact that they ever see each other at all during December is a miracle within itself.

So, Don ends up in his shared apartment with Chuck, the two playing video games as the night wears on.

“This gonna be the year?” Chuck asks, eyes glued to the screen.

“What do you mean?” Don’s focus wavers. He knows, but still he has to ask.

Chuck laughs a little, manages to score on Don in his moment of distraction. “Telling Bobby you want to date him, man. I don’t know why you keep putting it off.”

Don scowls as he mashes the buttons on his controller. Chuck had the upper hand and his usual combinations aren’t working.

“Look,” Chuck pauses the game and Don is left to stare at the stilted screen. “I know Bobby likes you. He hasn’t said it out loud, but the way he looks at you…the fact that he always makes time for you? That counts for a lot.”

Don hums in response, looks down at his hands. He can’t explain his indifference. He loves Bobby, desperately so, but he’s come to accept that they’ll just continue on like they always have. And that’s more than fine with him. They cuddle, he lets Bobby steal more than a few sweaters, and as far as friendship goes, Don has been truly lucky. Bobby knows him inside out, he’s the one person Don can confide in for everything.

Except this one glaring point.

Chuck sighs, defeated, and gets up to go to the kitchen. Don isn’t sure what to say, but it doesn’t matter as his phone pings and he sees a couple of messages from Bobby come in. Don is quick to open up his phone and ends up almost choking.

Bobby has sent a picture of himself lying on his bed. He’s on his stomach, the angle just enough to catch that Bobby isn’t wearing anything except red panties. The text underneath is even more teasing.

Wanna come over and open your gift?

Don’s eyes go wide and he grips onto his phone for dear life. This can’t be real, this is all a dream and then the onslaught occurs.

SHIT I’M SO SORRY DELETE FUCK

A part of Don wants to laugh. He’s been terrified of making the same mistake and it’s a bit of a relief that Bobby did it first.

“What’s got you all wired up?” Chuck asks as he comes back to the living room.

Don tries to think of a response but then his phone rings. With a shrug, Don all but sprints to the sanctuary of his bedroom, making sure the door is shut before answering.

“Don, I’m so sorry,” Bobby is breathless. “Just forget about what you saw. That was meant for someone else.”

“It’s alright,” Don smiles. There is an ache in his heart but he ignores it. “Totally forgotten. Won’t tell a soul.”

Bobby takes a few breaths and there’s a thump as if he’s fallen onto his bed. “Thanks. Must’ve been our shitty practice fucking up my fingers.”

“Shitty? I thought we did alright,” Don jokes and this makes Bobby laugh.

“Yeah, of course you did. You guys are amazing.”

Don’s chest warms and he leans back against his door. “So, you getting some tonight?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby sighs. “Kinda don’t want to send her the pic after all this.”

“Do it anyway. You looked cute.”

Don’s stomach drops as he realizes what just left his mouth. He stammers through an excuse but his mouth and brain refuse to work together.

“Hot—I mean, for her. I’m sure she thinks you’re great just like I do.”

Don slaps a hand over his face and slides down to the ground. He’s a walking disaster. The silence on the other end is deafening and Don’s panic rises to his chest.

“Are you at home?” Bobby asks at last.

“Yeah?” Don’s voice shakes as if he’s answered wrong question.

“Then get your ass over here.”

Don stares at his phone, making sure he’s still talking to Bobby and not some spam robot.

“Hume, swear to god, if you don’t come and fuck me right now, we’re no longer friends.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Don scrambles to his feet.

He’s a flurry as he shoves on his shoes and grabs his keys. All that runs through his head is Bobby. They’re about to do something ridiculous, he’s sure, but that makes it all the more exciting.

“Have fun,” Chuck calls from the living room with a shit-eating grin.

In response, Don flips him off before skidding out to his car. The roads are clear tonight, but Don still tries to keep his head on. He doesn’t need this to be his last moment on Earth.

When he reaches Bobby’s apartment, he digs out the spare key from its hiding place and enters into a dark room. There’s a sliver of light down the hall, beckoning, but now, Don’s nerves act up. Taking a deep breath, he toes off his shoes, makes his way to Bobby’s bedroom with quiet steps.

When he pushes open the door, the sight before him is all he could have wished for.

Bobby is scrolling through his phone, lying as he was in the picture and still dressed in nothing but that single piece of clothing. Don doesn’t know what he wants to do first as he soaks in the scene before him.

“Creep,” Bobby teases before looking over his shoulder at Don. “Are you just gonna stare or do something about this?”

It’s all the permission Don needs and he strides over to the bed, climbing on to hover over Bobby. On his back now, Bobby wraps his arms around Don’s shoulders, a soft smile on his face.

“Finally came around, huh?”

Don blinks, tilts his head.

“Fuck, Don,” Bobby laughs. “I was waiting for you to say something first. Do you know how hard these past few years have been?”

Elation and regret swarm through Don as he gives Bobby a small, apologetic smile. He was happy as they were, but knowing what he can have, what they can be, it’s overwhelming.

Don kisses Bobby, hopes this says what he needs for now.

Bobby is a tidal wave, crashing into Don and stealing the last of his breath. Their mouths move in tandem, Bobby’s hands knead into his shoulders. Don is drowning in Bobby and he couldn’t ask for anything more. His hands trace along Bobby’s sides until he grabs at his waist, squeezing.

The gasp that leaves Bobby stirs the embers and Don trails his mouth down, biting at Bobby’s neck and then at his chest. He needs to leave his mark, to know that this is real.

Bobby arches into Don’s touch, fingers tangling in his hair. The little tugs send sparks along Don’s spine and he grazes his teeth over Bobby’s nipples.

“Fuck, knew you’d be good,” Bobby sighs, head tipped back.

Amused, Don bites a nipple, just on the edge of too much and Bobby groans. Just hearing it once is not enough. Don teases the other nipple, reaches to rub Bobby through the panties. They’re lace, hardly hiding a thing at all and Don presses his palm down.

“Donny,” Bobby whines, his hands yanking at Don’s hair.

With a low moan, Don kisses down Bobby’s stomach until he has his mouth on the outline of Bobby’s cock. He teases as Bobby writhes on the bed and then slowly pulls off the panties.

Don swallows then. Bobby’s cock is red, weeping as it rests on his stomach but more than that is the green jeweled end of a plug he sees at Bobby’s hole.

“Was she going to peg you?” He can’t help but ask

Bobby snorts, gives Don a playful kick with his foot. “That was the plan until you came along.”

A streak of possession fills Don and he grabs Bobby’s cock, sucking at the head.

Bobby goes speechless then, mouth dropping open, eyes shut tight. Don grins a little before taking more of Bobby in his mouth, his other hand trailing to the plug. Fitting as much of Bobby as he can, Don holds Bobby there before giving the plug a small tug.

The whine that leaves Bobby sends a shiver down Don’s spine and he fiddles with the plug some more. He pulls it out to the part that’s widest, mouths along Bobby’s length as Bobby shakes and spasms.

“Don’t tease, baby,” Bobby begs. “I’m ready for you. I’m so ready.”

Biting his lip, Don shoves the plug back in, loses his breath at Bobby’s stuttered groan. His own cock is straining in his jeans and Don leans back to free himself. Disheveled and glowing, Bobby is a dream sprawled out on the bed. Not a part of him is hidden and Don struggles to get his jeans undone.

“Let me,” Bobby sits up and shuffles forward.

He does what Don can’t, slides the zipper down with a steady hand. Tugging Don’s jeans and boxers to his thighs, Bobby then takes Don in his hand, gives his cock a light stroke.

Don’s body is awash with pleasure and he bucks into Bobby’s hand. Just this alone would be enough.

“Come on, Donny,” Bobby lays back down. “Fill me up.”

Don doesn’t need to be told twice. He takes the plug out of Bobby, his thumb catching the rim to stretch him a little more. He can’t look away, never wants to as he watches Bobby’s hole clench and pulse around nothing.

“Don,” Bobby whines.

Eager doesn’t begin to cut it and Don is quick to find condoms and lube so conveniently on the bedside table. He’ll make a joke about it later but for now, he preps himself before lining his cock up with Bobby’s hole.

“Just put it all in,” Bobby buries his face in his pillow. “I’m good.”

Don believes him but he still pushes in at an agonizing pace. For Bobby at any rate. Bobby cusses Don out, tries to push his hips down to make him go faster, but Don holds him in his place. If he doesn’t take it slow, he’ll come in an instant.

When he’s fully sheathed inside Bobby, Don’s head spins. So tight and warm, Don knows he won’t want anyone else on his cock after this.

“Please, please,” Bobby pitifully begs, his hands twisting in his pillows.

Breathing in, Don grabs hold of Bobby’s hips and starts fucking Bobby at a harsh pace. The bed moves with him, Bobby sliding back and forth on Don’s cock, the headboard thunking against the wall.

Bobby cries out Don’s name, swears and praises him in the same breath. He’s breathtaking like this and Don pulls Bobby up into his lap. With a quick adjustment, Bobby throws his arms around Don, buries his face in his neck as Don snaps his hips up into him.

“Don, Don,” Bobby begins to repeat, as if he’s praying.

Don would be Bobby’s deity if he could, and he crushes him in a tight grip, his release building as they move together. Bobby comes first with a sob, cum splattering both of them, rubbing into their skin as Don keeps his hips going. From Bobby biting along the shell of his ear, to the tight heat around his cock, Don can no longer hold back.

He slams into Bobby with a groan, savors the digging of nails into his back. He’s in their own personal heaven and he doesn’t want to leave so soon.

Bobby is the one to pull back first. The room is quiet, a fragile stillness that could be broken with a single breath. It’s then Bobby looks into Don’s eyes and his stare is pensive, soft.

“This isn’t just a one time thing, right?”

Don swallows, brushes a stray piece of hair away from Bobby’s face. “Not if you’ll have me.”

Bobby laughs a little at this before kissing Don’s cheek. “Such a gentleman. Of course I’ll have you. Any way I can.”

Don’s heart beats steadily in his chest and he hugs Bobby again. If it was possible he’d never let go.

“So, you meeting my folks over winter break?”

Don rolls his eyes with an amused huff. “They already know who I am, Bob.”

“Yeah but this time you’re my boyfriend,” Bobby grins.

Heat rises to Don’s cheeks and he ducks his head, trying to hide his shy smile. It’s all really happening. One minute friends, the next, lovers. Some kind of holiday miracle must be at work.

Don’s coyness only encourages Bobby and he brings Don into another passionate kiss.

“Alright, I’ll see what my parents have planned,” Don says when their kiss ends.

“Perfect,” Bobby whispers against his lips. Then he all but scrambles off of Don. “Come on, let’s shower. I’m feeling gross.”

Don’s wrist is snatched before he can say a thing and he’s dragged into the bathroom. One shower and the changing of sheets later, Don is settled against the headboard with Bobby cuddling into him. At their feet sits a laptop, playing a Christmas movie neither are paying attention to.

With a glance at the window, Don can see a few snowflakes beginning to fall, so stark and brilliant against the dark night. Don smiles to himself and pulls Bobby even closer, placing a kiss on top of his head.

He’s certainly going to have more than enough to keep him warm this winter.

[pjoxreader]

Hello!! This is the person who requested the merfolk reader with solangelo, and I have a little angst to fluff in addition for the duo oneshots!! So I know some people headcannon Will as ftm, and I like that, and some people also had the idea that Will would be forcefully outed in TSATS(won't get into spoilers!!) SO, I was wondering if you could do a solangelo x ftm!reader, where the reader doesn't know yet but both Nico and Will do, and after the quest once the two come back, reader is just a mama bear, getting food for them, checking on their injuries, etc, so when reader is helping Will with his injuries in reader's cabin, rebandaging them or something, he notices that Will was wearing a binder, and Will, obviously, panics and is just a big overwhelmed mess at the moment, and reader is just like "oh... if you want me to step out, or do you want me to get someone? I have some extra binders in my closet if you want some?" and it's just a bunch of wholesome fluff

Solangelo (Ftm Will) x Ftm!Reader

-You were worried sick the entire time they were gone. Pacing your room, looking at the entrance to camp at least every five minutes and just sighing heavily. You had multiple people try to comfort you but it still didn’t ease your nerves.

-But as you wake up from a long sleep you hear the commotion of the campers, they were back and safe! With a sigh of utter relief you rush over to Will’s cabin going in without thinking to knock. Sure enough there they were both scratched up and exhausted as they were setting down their things. They looked awful…

-You rush over and pull the two of them into a hug. “You’re both ok…. Thank the gods…” They both hug you back Will smiling warmly “of course, I told you we’d be back…” his voice was tired but you pull away getting an idea. -”I’ll bring some bandages and food!” you quickly hurry out making your way back to the cabin with food and bandages. “Alright let’s get you patched up.” you decide to help Will first patting on the bed for him to sit by you. Once he does, you help lift his shirt. “Ah wait!” But it was too late you had already seen it. 

-He was wearing a binder. You pause in surprise as he quickly pulls his shirt back down, lips piercing together. “I…” is all he could choke out voice wavering. Nico was tense too waiting for your reaction. You smile softly at that and place a gentle hand onto his shoulder.

-”It’s ok Will, Really.” you soothe gently and hug him from behind in a tender moment. “I love you for you… Do you want me to step out? I do have some extra binders if you want to use those?” you rant off into his shoulder.

-You could feel him relax into your arms melting like butter as he huffs a little relieved laugh. “yeah… I’d… Actually really like to borrow some of your binders…” he admits softly. Nico smiles at the two of you going over and giving a gentle kiss to the both of your lips. Just relieved to be home and safe with the people he loved. 

~Masterlist & Rules~

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[all-risejd]

This isn’t judgement day related but can you possibly write a public sex involved scene for Roman Reigns x Rhea Ripley?

I know you requested public sex, my friend who wrote this (this page is made up of multiple peoples writing, with one person running the account) had ideas and just went with them. I hope you enjoy it. We are only taking requests for headcannons at this time but we still did this one because her sister demanded it. Warnings: violence for the sake of violence, face-fucking, face-sitting, rough sex, slight degradation (insults), fem-dom, responsible sex (never thought I would use that one), cheating ... (consensually?)

Please comment/reblog and let us know what you think.

Fiends Not Friends

The arena should be empty by now - almost everyone is gone for the night, and most of the stage hands have started packing up the travel stages and pyro hooks. Rhea had meant to head out with Damian, Finn and Dominik - but she’d ended up stuck in a meeting with Charlotte about the upcoming transition - she was taking the belt off the older woman, which was more than fine with her, she’d earned it in her opinion, but it held a certain level of required notoriety which… as a heel she assumed would be fairly easy. She moved along the empty staging area toward the locker room when a series of crashes caught her attention. “At this point in the horror film the idiots check out the noise.” She reminded herself, before heading toward the noise in question. She half expected to find stage hands, but instead as she peaked into one of the should be empty locker rooms, she caught sight of Roman Reigns, not dressed for the ring, but in just black basketball shorts tossing anything within grabbing range around the room. For a moment she considered walking away, this was a whole lot of not her problem, but the irritating bastard was bleeding. 

“Hey, Chief.” She called, sounding a lot more sure than she felt. He whirled to snarl at her, “Your hand is bleeding, and you’ve already wrecked this room. If you're going for the whole rockstar thing, you should probably wreck a few more.” She suggested, as she moved to lean against the doorway, watching the man as he openly paced, he’d paused long enough to look down at his hand, a frown etched on his face - almost like he hadn’t realized he’d done it. “Look, I’m not trying to get into your… business, or whatever, but cuts aren’t good for business.” She ventured, nonplussed, “Do you want me to look at it, so you don’t have to go to medical? I mean I know they’d have to do some sort of write up…” Roman shot her a more than irritated look, “You know what, fuck it, I tried, you clearly have whatever this is, well in hand.” She pushed off the door and turned her back on him, intent to grab her shit and change.

“Ripley, wait.” He called, sounding just as shocked as she felt to hear him. “That, uh, that would be nice.” He decided after a moment, her eyes narrowed in on him, taking in the form of the biggest name in their business, he looked off like something was bothering him, but that pointedly wasn’t her business, either. “If you still wanted to look at my hand?” He held his left hand up, the palm bloody, head cocked slightly to the side. Rhea bemoaned the fact that every remotely attractive older man in her life was somehow both adorable puppy and complete dick in the same go. She hadn’t interacted much with Roman Reigns, outside of their legitimate lanes, they just weren’t written in the same vein. She nodded her head at him, and took a few steps toward him, casting her eyes around the room. Roman had more than wrecked it. It looked like every single emotion the man could fight out of him he had. 

Carefully she took his hand, the cut wasn’t deep but it did need to be cleaned off, “No stitches.” She observed, “Sit down, there should be a first aid kit in your bathroom.” She shoved on his shoulder, momentarily forgetting this wasn’t Damian, Dom or Finn - this man didn’t like to be touched as far as she knew. He flinched away from her, but took the seat she motioned to all the same. She moved around him, checking his face over to make sure he was one going to stay put and two not going to pull anything that might be considered stupid. Digging through the bathroom - which mercifully hadn’t been attacked by the Tribal Chief - she snagged the kit and headed back to find him sitting where she had left him, only now he was cradling his injured hand in his right hand, head downcast, his long hair falling forward to cover his actual face. 

When she first came up from NXT she’d thought he was beautiful, in an abstract and chaotic sort of way. He’d terrified her in the good ways, she wanted to be powerful like him and struggled for a handful of months trying to figure out if she wanted to be with him, or wanted to be him. She’d ultimately decided she wanted to be better than him - and had set herself on the path to do so, but now, now, he looked alone. What was it that her grandmother used to tell her? Ah, it’s lonely at the top. “I’m back.” She declared when his head didn’t rise at her approach, “You know, Chief, I run around with a quasi-rockstar, and when he wrecks rooms he somehow manages not to break his own flesh.” Roman muttered something under his breath, “I didn’t catch that.” Rhea grumbled even as she deposited the first aid kit on his lap, and moved to ruffle through it to get to the alcohol wipes. 

“I hit the locker door.” Roman sounded defeated and he wouldn't meet her gaze. She wasn’t in the mood to ask him about his personal problems, so she set about cleaning his cut and bandaging it. “You know, I don't know how you four do it.” He offered, lamely, “The whole, found family thing, with no real leader, you look like you're having fun.”

Rhea shifted to sit beside him on the hard bench, first aid kit between them, the couch that had been in the room was flipped on its side, and the cushions missing from her immediate vantage. “We are having fun.” She offered, “Four friends who get to be absolute villains and do pretty much whatever we want, while also interacting with Superstars we might not have otherwise?” She rolled her shoulders, “We are having fun. But sometimes it’s hard, cause like all of us are different people in our own rights, I think it would be hard…” She admitted, “If any of us were the leader, since you know, we all kind of share that role and responsibility, so it’s not so heavy on our shoulders.”

He grunted, “I didn’t want Sami to leave.” He said evenly, “Creative took him away, and yeah, he’s still my friend, but I wanted the story to last longer, and I think they are rushing it. The twins are… eager to be back on their own, and Solo just wants… Well, he wants to be me.”

Rhea laughed, “Everyone wants to be you to a point.” Roman let out another grunt of sorts, but Rhea wasn’t listening to him anymore, she’d figured out the problem, “Everyone wants to be at the top, not everyone is strong enough to do it for almost three years, you have to be tired.”

“I’m not tired.” He snapped, and rocked up to his feet, giving her a rough glare.

Rhea rolled her eyes as she stood, “Yeah, and I bet you're not lonely either.” She shot back at him, before pushing around him, no longer worried about making him uncomfortable by touching him, “I don’t acknowledge you or you're kingdom of bullshit, lie to yourself if you want, but… you look like shit, and this room looks like you threw a temper tantrum like a spoiled brat.” Roman made a move to grab at her but she dodged him, “Fuck off, I’m sorry I even tried to help you.” She shoved the rest of the way out of the room and headed back to the room the Judgment Day had been using earlier in the night, muttering under her breath about ungrateful bastards the whole time. She made quick work of her showering and changing, not wanting to loiter around any longer than necessary, after she packed up her gear she checked her phone, there were messages from her boys, all asking where she was. 

She shot a quick text back letting them know she was leaving the arena soon, reminding them she’d had a quick meeting with Hunter and Creative, as she stood to grab her stuff a knock sounded on the doorway. She turned sharp, alarmed that she’d overstayed some sort of welcome, and ready to apologize to whatever staff member or arena worker she’d held after their allotted work hours by staying in the arena too long. Instead, it was Reigns, again. He was at least dressed now, with his own travel bag over his shoulder, “I was an asshole.” He said evenly, “I am lonely and tired, and I miss my family.” He offered, “Can I… look, it’s late and I’m wired, and you look like you aren’t going to rest anytime soon, so would you maybe consider the gym or coffee? I’m alone more than I’d like to admit.”

Rhea cocked her head to the side and studied him. This was a unique opportunity. As much as she loved the Judgment Day, she and Dom would eventually need some sort of backup plan, as much as Damian was the older brother she’d never really had, she couldn’t always live in his shadows, as much as Finn elevated her and Dominik by his sheer amount of ring awareness and knowledge, even the best teachers didn’t know everything. The Bloodline was… powerful in different ways than the Judgment Day, their legacy would last longer, and their family would always be on top in the entertainment world. “That’s fine.” She offered, “You can pick.” She added, evenly, “I don’t have any plans, just need to check in with the boys.”

“The boys?” Roman sounded amused.

“My boys.” She countered, before shooting off a text to them that she was going to run some late night errands to get her energy worn down, and to remind Dominik not to latch the door lock at the hotel, since then her key wouldn’t work. She grabbed her gear bag and made a motion for Roman to lead the way, he shot her a raised eyebrow, before he turned and headed down the hallway, she trailed along after him, most of the arena lights were off now, and most of the stage crew had disappeared. The dark colored SUV was a signature she at least knew he would have, as she tossed her bag into the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat, and odd silence settled over them, “Look, I shouldn’t have overst-”

“I’m sorry for being a dick.” They spoke at the same time, cutting one another off.

“Well, this shouldn’t be this awkward.” Rhea muttered, irritated at her apparent social awkwardness when it came to Roman. He snorted, harshly. “What I said earlier about everyone wanting to be you, when I first came up to RAW I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be you or somehow wanted to be with you, it’s just… who you are.” She shrugged, “I decided I wanted to be bigger than you, somehow.”

“You're on your way.” Roman offered, as he started the SUV and headed them out of the parking lot, “I assume we are all at the same hotel?” They quickly confirmed the location, with Rhea double checking her phone - Dominik had promised not to lock her out, both Damian and Finn had encouraged her to get some sleep and not spend all night in the gym. “Those boys of yours, they really love you, you can tell, in the ring and backstage. Sometimes it makes me miss the Shield.” He ventured, as he turned them toward the hotel, “The hotel gym is nice, and at this point everyone should be in bed-”

“Damian and Finn are working out, if you want to just talk to me, the hotel isn’t going to work.” Rhea had already started looking for other gyms nearby that were open all night, which is how twenty minutes and a county over, they ended up in a Gold’s Gym. The only other occupants of the gym were the bored man behind the counter who was watching Netflix and a woman happily riding an exercise bike toward the left. Roman immediately headed them toward the sparring room, Rhea followed, more than curious about how this was going to go - Roman was stacked and while she was strong and could destroy men in bursts or flares of energy… she didn’t know if she really could take him or Solo. “Are we sparing?”

“Nah.” Roman dropped his duffle on the first mat, toed his shoes off and promptly laid down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling of the sparring room. He stretched his arms over his head, before tucking both hands into his hair, and exhaling, “Do you ever just get so fucking mad at the world you need to break something, make something bleed?” Rhea dropped her duffle, toed off her own shoes and joined him with a noncommittal hum. “I’m just, so fucking pissed. I’ve got all these… extra things to worry about.” Rhea realized how carefully he was using his words, there were no doubt secrets that he had to keep for the brand. By and large most of the worst kept secrets in the WWE were in relation to Roman and his cousin. Rhea contemplated what to say, but was stopped by Roman hitting his fist against the sparring mat with enough force that it vibrated under her body. A reminder of his sheer power. Roman shouted then, a loud thundering explosion of emotion that reminded Rhea of what Damian did when he was losing a match.

Rhea waited for him to get the burst of noise out, “You need a healthy outlet of some sort.” 

“I hit people for a living, that should be the outlet.”

“You aren’t in the ring week to week anymore, you need something else. Don’t the twins or Solo spar with you?” Rhea asked, now a bit worried about his mental health, their kind - the ones who sought violence for the sake of violence - didn’t do well being asked not to talk with their fist, or to sit back and let others take care of their problems. 

“No.” 

Rhea let the silence fill the room for a long stretch, there was something both eerie and nice about laying in silence with a sort-of-enemy, she decided, something that was markedly different than laying in contemplative silence with battle-ready brothers. “We could spar.”

Roman let out an impatient rumble, “I don’t hit women.”

“Maybe you should.” She ventured, and chose her next move very, very carefully. She had always been quick, even with her semi-shitty knee, she sat up and rolled her whole body toward Roman, swiftly straddling him, he looked posed to throw her off or say something, when she punched him hard in the cheek, “Fuck, you're bones are ridiculously hard.” She shook her hand, wiggled her fingers, the hit had jarred her wrist. Roman’s nose had flared, and his eyes narrowed, “Not too different from me, huh?” She observed, as she hauled off and hit him again, this time with her other fist, he didn’t stop her, instead she managed to land two more solid punches before he caught her wrist and snarled low at her. 

“What are you doing?” He snapped, as his hold on her wrist turned painful, her bones aching in protest, Rhea however only glowered down at him, and with her free hand, slapped him hard across the cheek, “Ripley.” His voice had changed, his pupils expanded, and his whole body seemed to electrify, Rhea knew she was playing a dangerous game, Damian was always warning her about getting burnt, this time she might as well have doused herself in gasoline. “What. The. Fuck.” Now that he had both her wrists in the tight hold, he looked almost pissed again, like when she’d first stumbled upon him.

“You don’t want to spar with me.” Rhea stated calmly, “You don’t have anyone to spar with, you don’t like the idea of hitting a woman, so I thought why not hit you.” She tilted, using his hold on her, to pitch herself forward, looming over him, “There are other ways to get your anxious energy out, Mr. Tribal Chief. Violence for the sake of violence can happen in the ring or the bedroom.”

He made a sharp noise of complete irritation, “Learn that from Priest?”

“I’ve learned a lot from him.” She gave him a flirtatious wink, “His tips and tricks are endless.” She added, “Would you like to learn some of them?” Roman frowned at her, his brow knitting together like he was in deep, deep thought. “Or not.” She acted like she was going to stand, using his hold on her wrist to push herself away from him, but his hold tightened if possible, and he refused to let her move far away. “No one takes care of you, huh?” She purred, “They want you to take care of them, and that leaves absolutely no time for you to just relax.” Rhea might also rather enjoy having power over Roman, not that she would use it for evil or anything, Damian might though, once she told the boys about this. He was after all the sadist who planned most of their big game plans. “No one lets you be babied, huh?” She squeezed her knees in tight, hugging his ribs, where she was still straddling him. He looked confused, a bit alarmed, but his pupils were still blown and he didn’t seem like he was going to push her away, “Can I take care of you, Chief?” She asked, with a bit of a purr, Dom was going to be jealous, but he’d get over it.

“What uh, what does that mean?” Roman asked after a beat.

Rhea laughed, “You like being in charge, being the top dog, right? Well, let me be in charge, let me call the shots.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him, “Let me help you release your violence.” Roman frowned, Rhea watched him work somethings out in what she was going to graciously call his big beautiful brain. Slowly, carefully, he released his grip on her wrist, and nodded his head. “Words, Rome.” Rhea ordered, sharply. He looked confused, “Don’t tell me no one has ever called you Rome, it’s literally in your name, low hanging fruit.” She grumbled the last, while rubbing her wrist, “Words, you need to tell me yes or no outloud.”

“Rhea…” He tried her name out, and honestly she didn’t think she’d ever heard him refer to her as anything other than Ripley or Brutality, “Help me release my violence.” He sounded so small, and fragile, and like he’d rather be asking her literally anything else. It brought a smile to her lips, she liked turning big powerful men into her own little pets. Not that she thought she’d get to keep Roman, realistically whatever this was, would fall into the category of a one-off. “Please?”

She realized she’d been admiring him for a bit too long, “Don’t worry, Rome, I’m going to help.” She cast her gaze around the sparring room, “We can’t do this here, though.” A frown pulled at her lips, “Are you in a single hotel room?” He nodded, “Cool, let’s go.” She shuffled off of him, then helped him stand, “Grab my bag, too, give me the keys.” Roman took well to being bossed around, she grinned as he did what she asked, “Rule number one,” She pushed the door open that led to the main floor of Gold’s Gym, “Violence is allowed, and welcomed, I asked that you don’t hit my face, due to recent injury.” She waved goodbye to the desk clerk (who had wide eyes and had not so subtly been watching the sparring room camera she would hazard to guess), as she pushed open the exit, “Two, you have to communicate with me if you like something or if you don’t.”

“I understand one and two.” Roman grumbled, “Normally I’m the one making rules.” 

“I know.” She shot him a wink over her shoulder, “That’s why it’s so fun, let me have control.” She headed for the driver's door and wrenched it open to climb into the driver's seat as he loaded both their bags into the back, “What room number are you in?”

“892. Why?” Roman demanded as he climbed into the passenger side. Rhea didn’t bother to answer, choosing instead to text Damian that she needed a couple things out of her and Dom’s room, and to let the younger boy know that she would not be coming to their room tonight, she paused long enough to hear back from Damian with an affirmative. “Rhea?”

“I need some things from my room.” She said evenly, “Now you do not get to freak out when we get back to the hotel.” She started the SUV and pointedly drove them quickly and efficiently back to the shared hotel - WWE preferred they all be in the same location accommodation-wise. Roman, blessedly, did not talk when they arrived at his room, with Damian in just tight black boxers leaning against the door, scratches down his chest, and a red travel sized bag in his hands, it looked small, but that was largely due to how big Damian was, “Thank you.” Rhea offered, when she took the bag from him, Damian looked pointedly at Roman, before he ducked closer and kissed Rhea’s neck, “Go away, Priest, I’ve got someone to fuck with tonight that isn’t one of you three.” 

Damian laughed, hard, then cast Roman another dubious look, before he headed for the elevator, he paused to call back, “Dominik is gonna want details in the morning, Rips.” With that he climbed onto the elevator, and headed down - their set of rooms was located on the sixth floor. 

“What the fuck?” Roman muttered, clearly confused.

“Don’t be judgy.” Rhea pushed his side, “In the room we go.” She made a motion to get him to open the door, he did as she asked, “There is absolutely no way in hell you’ve never just causally fucked you're friends, like I’ve seen you, it’s impossible.” She muttered mostly under her breath as she followed him in. He dropped both their bags, as she tossed the red bag at the bed, without warning (and really she was going to have to think Finn for teaching her the subtle art of sneak attacks) she slammed into Roman from behind, knocking him half into the wall, before they both crashed into the floor between the wall and the bed, this time instead of straddling his hips, she straddled his chest, “This ok?” He nodded, a bit wide eyed, “Been a while since someone knocked you on your ass huh?” He shrugged, she grinned wildly, bright like a Cheshire cat, before she moved so her nose was about an inch away from his.

“Are we gonna kiss now?” Roman sneered, Rhea lunged, biting his bottom lip hard enough to bring blood, immediately Roman attempted to toss her off, only for her to fight back, “I don’t want to hurt you-” He stopped when she headbutted him, “You know what-” He moved to push her off, his hands going to her ribs, and gripping tight, she countered by softly kissing his now bleeding lip, he let out a whiney sort of ‘omph’ before returning the kiss, admittedly with a bit of hesitation, like he was afraid of being bitten again, Rhea made a mental note not to bite him as hard the next time. Rhea tugged on his shirt, which seemed to give him the idea, it was a flurry of movement, ripping and pulling at each other in a way that echoed Roman’s need for control and Rhea’s need to be brutal, the undress isn’t her favorite part of this anyway, so the pile of shredded clothes they leave by the bedside table is absolutely nothing for her. 

It’s in their genetic makeup, she swears, for them to tossel and grapple like they are in the ring - almost like a no disqualification match. It only takes her nails raking up either side of his spine and a softer but still sharp bite to his stomach for him to react. The first streak of pain that lights up her neurons comes from his grip on the back of her neck, his thumb and fingers digging in deliciously as he yanked her away from his stomach, his chest heaving minutely as he shot her a glare before turning the tables and flipping them, Rhea let out a tapered moan as he smashed her back into the headboard and bit at her neck and collarbone. His bites, while tentative, are different. It’s difficult for her to conceptualize, but her body knows Damian’s teeth, knows the slap of Finns’s hand, knows the heat of Dominik’s talented tongue - Roman is new, uncharted territory as his bite melts to kisses, his hands loosening on her shoulders to grip harshly at her sides. From his low grunts and harsh exhales she could tell he was thinking about something, the resounding slap to her right hip wasn’t what she thought, but she arched back into it, letting out a filthy little pur all her own. 

Whoever Roman is - and she is sure this isn’t even remotely his normal behavior pattern - he underestimated his strength. She fights him for dominance, but it’s a futile effort, until he allows her to roll them again. Sharp and bright she smiled at him before she bit at his Adams apple. “Tell me…” Roman started as she licked and kissed and scratched and bit her way down his frankly ridiculous chest. “Do they hurt you?” It’s a loaded question, one that Rhea had absolutely no patience for. Instead of answering him she licked at his hip bone and tugged harshly at his happy trail, it was his turn to arch his back and let out a series of curses before he fisted a hand in her hair and tugged, “They do and you like it.” The darkness in his gaze was predatory to a point but tonight wasn’t about him getting her to release a demon or two. No, Rhea was going to give the Chief what he needed for the betterment of the whole company. She pulled away from him, eyes looking over him as she sat between his spread legs. He and Damian were built differently with muscle mass and weight distributions. Roman if possible had aspects of all three of her boys bodies, he wasn’t as big as Damian in the duck department, his chest wasn’t as hard as Finn’s, and what little baby fat rested around his midsection wasn’t nearly as cute as Dominik’s but all in all - she could work with it. 

“We hurt each other.” She finally offered as she grabbed the red travel case that Damian had brought. She plopped it down on his stomach and watched him frown at how deceptively heavy it was. She dug out what she wanted - flavored lube and a condom, dropping both on the bed by Roman’s hip, he was hard, achingly so already and just from a little bit of play. She wondered what it would be like to really take her time with him. Maybe someday she will get that chance. Tonight, however, wasn’t that. “I’m going to let you fuck my face.” She explained, “Then I’m going to sit on yours until I’ve cum at least twice.” His eyes widened, “If you do a good job with you're tongue I’ll let you fuck me, but I want it hard, fast and painful.” 

“If I don’t make you cum twice,” Roman rubbed at his chest, where Rhea had left behind long scratches. “What happens?”

“Obviously then I teach you how you should eat a partner out and I fuck you.” She tilted the red travel case forward to show off one of the smaller dildos that always traveled with her, about five inches long and maybe an inch thick. It wasn’t something she used often, but it was always good to have around. He gave her a snarl but nodded his head, “Words, Rome.” She pinched his nipple, hard enough he swatted at her, “See you're learning.”

“I agree, now I believe you said something about me fucking you're face?” Leave it to Roman Reigns to be a cocky bastard, she shot him a heated look before she grabbed the lube, without warning it up in her hands she poured the cold coconut flavored lube over his cock making him wince. “God you're a bit-“ his insult was cut off by her fisting his cock and pumping her hand up and down his length twice to spread the lube down his shaft. His hand shot to tangle back in her hair, yanking her forward by her dark locks. She let him guide her mouth to the tip of his cock, before she pinched his inner thigh, hard. He bucked up, pushing his cock head against her lips, she rubbed her closed lips over his head, making him snarl low in frustration. 

Roman pushed her short hair out of her face with his other hand, before he tugged again, this time Rhea opened her mouth, letting him slide the head of his dick into her mouth, she eagerly slurped her tongue around the sensitive head. She’d been choaking on dicks for as long as she and Damian had been fucking around, and personally she loved the moment cocks hit the back of her throat, she loved rough thrust, she loved the dizzing lack of oxygen - now if only she could come up with a way to convey that to Roman. She tucked her hands under his thighs, pressing up until she could grip his ass cheeks, then pushed her mouth down, the harsh hold he had on her hair only serving to make her wetter, as she also pushed his ass upwards. He let out a string of jumbled words and sharp cries, as she swallowed around his meat, taking him as far down her throat as possible, inhaling proudly as her nose was as tickled by his dark curly public hair. His grip on her head changed, to almost soft before he was tugging her back up and thrusting his hips up to chase the wet tight warmth of her throat. 

She’s sloppy at it, always letting spit dribble from the corners of her mouth, it’s easy for Rhea to get lost in the sensations, in the delicious drag of cock past the back of her throat and down, of the explosion of salty precum against her taste buds, of the punishing tangle of hair pulling and her lack of oxygen when her partner gets overzealous and holds her head down, forcing her nose against dark curls. She has to remind herself that as much as she is enjoying the rough throat fucking that Roman is providing her, this isn’t about her. She’s generously helping the leader of the Bloodline relax. His grip while punishing, is honestly the one thing grounding her, as he pulls her completely ip and off his cock, her saliva leaving a spit trail, “Fuck you're a goddamn slut.” Roman sounded like she felt so, insult aside, she licked her lips and opened her mouth again, sticking her tongue out. He wasted no time dragging her back down, “Bet you fucking love taking cock, fuck men up at ringside all the time when all you want is to be fucked like the little whore-“ she pressed her teeth in just a little near the base of his cock, his hips shuddered, oh he liked that. She sunk her nails into his asscheeks and resumed sucking his cock like the little slut he apparently thought she was. Even though he doesn’t let her breathe as often as she would like, he starts a rhythm of ducking into her mouth while also moving her head so that her mouth and throat are angled to where he wants them. By the time he’s exploding down her neck, thick cum and tasting saltier than her boys, his hands were cradling the base of her skull and he’d planted his feet on the bed to properly thrust down her throat. She deployed what she could, then pulled off as his hands fell away, she let her mouth stay open so some of his unswallowed cum could run down her chin and drop on his cock. 

“Seems like you like slutty little whores, Rome.” She countered as she climbed up him, he was still panting as she crawled up the the head of the bed, and turned on her knees, before looking down at him, “I’m so fucking wet from you throat fucking me, Chief.” With that she sat down on his face, smiling as his hands immediately flew to her hips and she felt the first exhale against her pussy lips. She was being nice, if it were Dominik or Finn beneath her she’d have smashed her pussy directly onto his face with no regard for his need to breathe, but. She shivered as he just breathed for a moment. 

“Fuck you smell good.” His voice sounded wrecked, but before she could check on him for real, his tongue slid between her outer lips and dipped into her core. She rocked her hips just a little, trying to encourage him to tonge fuck her, instead he gave her what amounted to kitten licks before he used his grip on her hips to shift her enough he could get at both her swollen clit and her slit. She gasped as his eager tongue went to work, his sharp teeth scraping against her clit when he got too excited chasing a taste, her moans only seemed to push him to work harder to get more and more of the creamy goodness out of her. He alternated between fucking his tongue in and out of her slit, and harshly sucking on her clit or scraping his sharp teeth over her swollen clit. She rocked her hips to get his tongue and teeth where she wanted them, her first orgasim sneaking up on her, she clamped her thighs hard around his head, letting out a long groan of her own, before stretching out down the front of Roman’s body, her head resting against his hip bone, as she exhaled and inhaled, Roman seemed to understand that she was a bit sensitive, occasionally the monster that led the Bloodline would tease her with an exhale that ghosted over her sensitive clit. 

“You gonna be able to handle a second one, Nightmare?” Roman sounded smug.

Rhea didn’t give him a chance to be smug for long, she pushed herself back up and resigned herself to treat him like Dominik and Finn, rutting against Roman’s face, not sure if he could breathe or not, she gave him a break to breathe, then went back to rubbing her cunt against his face, hoping to soak him down with her cum. “I can handle more than you could even begin to think about.” She groaned, as Roman worked to lick and nip at her, as she took what she wanted from him, chasing a second orgasim. Her second orgasm was rushed, which was fine for her, the hectic need of something more, something bigger was racing up her spine. Panting, and loose limbed, she climbed off of him, and sprawled out on the bed, both of them were sweaty in a way that working out never seemed to get them. Roman had pressed up from the prone position he’d been laying in, to manhandle her to where he wanted - with Rhea’s head in the center of the bed, and her butt barely on the bed. 

“My turn, right?” He roughly rolled her onto her stomach, and forced her to bend her knees. 

“That’s right.” Rhea laughed, “Fuck the worries away.” She shot him a smile over her shoulder.

He dipped to kiss her lips, biting at her lips, and forcing his tongue into her mouth, even as he moved one of the nearby pillows to rest under her lower stomach, raising her hips of the bed just enough that with him standing upright behind her he wouldn’t have to bend his knees too much to fuck into her. She allowed him to force her legs apart so he could settle between them, she heard the rip of the condom foil, and the hiss of Roman’s discomfort at rolling it on, then the snick of the lube cap opening, she wiggled a bit to get more comfortable, as she crossed her arms to rest her head on, he re-gripped her hips. “Are you sure?”

“You're going to ask that after we made each other cum?” Rhea gave him a rude look, “Just fuck-” She yelped as he did exactly what he asked, slamming his hips forward, and sinking his cock into her, balls deep, in one swift thrust. “Oh my fucking…” Rhea trailed off as she shifted, to move her hips so he could piston in and out of her the way he wanted.

Roman’s thrust were powerful, enough so they rocked Rhea forward slightly, he sunk in as deep as he could, and reached for her hands, pulling her arms back, and ordering, “Hold you're ass.” Rhea did as he asked, spreading her asscheeks apart, so he could watch himself fuck in and out of her, Roman moved his hands to her wrist, securing her hands, his grip made her bones ache in the perfect way, as he savagely started pistoning in and out of her, again, his hipbones hitting her hard enough she was sure he was going to bruise her, the thrill of it only served to make her hotter. Roman’s thrust drove him deep enough into Rhea, she swore she saw stars, the delicious drag of his cock against her inner walls sent ripples through her whole body, Rhea was sure she was making the unholy noises that drove her boys crazy, as Roman continued his assault. Roman released his hold on her left wrist, to drape himself over her body, and force his pointer and middle finger into her mouth, the position change forced his dick to strike her g-spot, on thrust in, she wasn’t sure what she was even trying to saying (since Roman’s fingers curled against her cheek and pulling harshly limited her ability to form actual words) but it had Roman chuckling darkly, as he not only speed up his thrust, but angled them to perfectly line up and strike her g-spot over and over again, she felt the tears start, as Roman yanked on her cheek, his fingers pressing against her tongue. 

She could feel the presure building, and tried, aimlessly to swat at Roman to let him know, but he didn’t slow down even as she clinched around him hard, new tears starting on her lashes, as he shifted yet again, and released her right wrist, to force his right index and middle finger into her mouth as well, he couldn’t thrust as deep or as harshly with this new position, but he was still striking her g-spot, and rubbing everything inside her just fucking right, even as Roman seemed hellbent on stretching her mouth open as much as he could, sniffling, Rhea moved her hands to hold Roman’s wrists, as his hips stuttered, and he let out a long, loud, “Rheeea.” He pulled his fingers free of her mouth, and pretty much collapsed on her, she wiggled her hips and let out a little growl - he was heavy, she was overstimulated, and coated in sweat. 

It took a good twenty minutes before Roman was ready to move significantly, he’d mercifully pulled out of her, and rolled onto the bed beside her, allowing her to climb onto the bed, and attempt to get comfortable. “Do you feel better?” Rhea asked, face down in the comforter they hadn’t bothered to take off the bed before fucking around.

“Actually, yes.” Roman laughed, “But now I feel disgusting.” He admitted.

“Best way to fix that,” Rhea shakily sat up, her legs tucked under her body, “Is to carry me to the bathroom so we can both shower…” Roman, who had been covering his eyes with his left forearm, moved his arm to shoot her an amused look, “You're the beastly man, I’m the dainty woman, do the thing.”

“Nothing about you, Rhea Ripley, is dainty.” Roman smarted, but he did as she’d asked, standing on his own shaking legs, to haul her up and over his shoulder, to the bathroom - the clock on the bedside table read almost four in the morning, Rhea shook her head amused, the pair showered together, and after a bit of pushing and shoving, agreed to crash out together, in the large king size bed (Rhea didn’t want to risk waking up Dominik, he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep). “Good night, you little nightmare.” Roman muttered, just as sleep started to pull her under, she swatted at him, instead of responding.

Rhea had thought about slipping out of the hotel room unnoticed, but the near-pounding at just after nine in the morning woke not only her but Roman. The pair shared a look of pure terror, as Rhea attempted to grab her discarded clothes and Roman wrapped himself up in a blanket, he tossed the door open - Rhea grinned as her boys pushed their way in, Dominik holding a tray of food that obviously was not from catering, Finn had clean clothes for Rhea in his arms, and Damian was bringing up the rear with a gallon a orange juice under one arm and a six-pack of gatorade dangling from his free hand, “Morning, Mami.” Dominik skipped over to kiss her lips, quickly, “Damo said you needed breakfast, and that we should bring the Tribal Chief something, too.”

Roman glanced around them, eyes wide, as Damian kicked the door shut, “Morning, Reigns, Gatorade or orange juice?” Roman gave Rhea a wide eyed look, as Finn kissed her quickly on the cheek, and Damian moved to settle breakfast down on the bed, “Man, Dominik got some of the best breakfast, there was a little diner over by Gold’s Gym…” Rhea smiled to herself as her boys rattled off their nighttime and morning activities, slowly Roman moved to join them, Dominik passed him a fork, and nudged a bit of eggs toward him.

“Mami was good to you, right?” Dominik asked, as he snagged a piece of bacon.

Roman choked on the eggs he’d just shoved into his mouth, Finn let out a sharp whistle, “Dom, you can’t just ask people how well Mami fucked them.” Rhea couldn’t help but laugh, as Roman looked mortified, “Just fucking with you, Chief, we know how great she is in bed.” Roman cast his eyes back toward Rhea, who shrugged.

“Thank you, Rhea.” He offered, with an almost-blush on his cheeks, “Uh, does this make us friends?” He asked the group at large.

Collectively the four members of the Judgment Day answered, honestly, “Nope.” 

[fairymermaid7]

This is a story by @mythicalea, @jessbahia , Chrissy and myself for the JQ Spookathon 2023.

Enjoy!!

Dead Time Darlings

October 1st

Y/n was busily unpacking in her new room, she knew if there was one spot in her house she wanted settled as soon as possible it was her room. 

She was focused on hanging up her clothes in the closet when she heard what she thought were footsteps in the hallway. She froze in her spot and looked towards the hallway. 

She slowly walked towards the door and opened it to look in the hallway. As she poked her head into the hallway a few books she had just put on her dresser shelf flew to the floor.

“What the heck?” She said to herself softly. 

October 3rd

“I’m telling you, it’s just getting weirder!” Y/N spoke into the phone as she wiped down her counters in the kitchen. “Maybe that’s why my aunt left me this house…it was her way of fucking with me one more time.” 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, my aunt is not haunting me” she laughed lightly as she heard a shifting upstairs. “I’ll call you back” she hung up the phone quickly. 

She grabbed a bat and slowly walked up the stairs. She cleared the house and took a deep breath. 

“I know you’re messing with me, why?” She asked out loud, standing in the hallway. 

She heard footsteps walk behind her and she slowly turned to see nothing. She felt a chill hit the back of her neck as she froze in her spot.

October 7th

“Alright” she said, emptying the contents of a plastic shopping bag onto the kitchen counter. “I know you’re here. For some reason, you want me to know you’re here, I’m going to make it real easy on you.” 

She took the multiple packs of alphabet magnets and started opening them, putting all the letters on the fridge. 

“We’ll start with an easy one” she said, throwing away the packaging. “Who are you?” 

She watched the magnets on the fridge carefully before turning away. 

“You take your time” she said out loud before going to the laundry room to grab her laundry. 

She walked the laundry back through the kitchen before the magnets caught her eye. She put the laundry basket on the counter and walked to the fridge, never taking her eyes off of it.

She ran her fingers over the new word formed on the fridge as a smile broke out on her face. 

“Nice to meet you Arthur.”

October 11th

Y/N yawned as she walked into the kitchen. She giggled a little when she read the fridge. 

“Good morning to you too Arthur” she smiled.

After having a long, rough night, she turned to put on a pot of coffee. When she turned back around, another smile formed on her face. 

“Beautiful” she read the word off the fridge. “Thank you Arthur, such a gentleman.” 

October 12th

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her bed. She checked her phone, reading the 3:04am across her screen and groaned to herself. 

She pulled herself out of bed and expected the noise of someone walking around to stop. To her surprise, the sound didn’t stop but only got louder as she approached the room she had deemed her library. 

She paused for a moment before pulling the door open. A man she had never seen before was pacing around in the room. She  gasped and grabbed for a lamp that hadn’t been set up yet to use as a weapon. 

“Who are you?” She asked towards the man.

“Me?” The man stopped pacing and looked directly at Y/N. 

“Yes you!” 

“You can see me? You can hear me?” It was only now Y/N realized the accent. 

“Of course I can, what kind of question is that? Now answer me! Who the hell are you?!” She rose her voice. 

“I’m Arthur” he explained, giving a calming motion with his hands.

“That’s…not possible” Y/N said quietly, dropping the defensive pose and letting the lamp hang in her hand at her sides.

“It shouldn’t be” Arthur said quietly “you shouldn’t be able to hear me…or see me.” 

“…but I can see you, and I can hear you…how?” 

Arthur looked at her like a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

“Dead time.”

“What?” 

“Look” Arthur felt his front pocket with his hand, as Y/N followed the motion with her eyes. She couldn’t help but admire the beautiful fingers that took a pocket watch out, before mentally slapping herself. 

You're having a paranormal encounter with a spirit, you don’t even know if you’re dreaming, get it together! she thought before Arthur interrupted her thoughts. 

“See?” he said, showing her the watch. 

“Yeah, I know what time it is, that’s not the..wait” she finally realized what he was talking about. She stared at him, thinking, her face a mixture of surprise and fear. She started stepping backwards instinctively, however knowing he wasn’t there to hurt her.

Arthur reached out to touch her forearm, right at the time when the sound of a thunder burst through the quiet night. She jumped a bit and screamed, making Arthur scream too. 

“Okay, this is not happening” she closed her eyes shut and opened them again, “I’m surely dreaming”.

“You are not dreaming” Arthur approached her a little more, but she didn’t back off this time. He reached out again, but his fingers went right through her arm. She looked down at it and right back up at him, turning pale.

“Please do not be scared..” Arthur’s voice broke a little. 

“I..” she started, but never finished the sentence. Instead, she turned around and left the library, quickly walking towards her bedroom as she murmured.

“This is not happening, you’re dreaming, it’s not, it’s not real, wake up idiot…” she kept talking to herself as she reached her bed and took off the sweater she had worn over her nightgown when she’d got out of bed. She heard footsteps approaching and her heartbeat got louder into her ears as the storm got louder outside, and, seconds later, her door sprung open.

“Please just listen to me, I am not-” Arthur stormed into the room, only to turn around terrified when he gave her one look.

“My God, I am so sorry, where are my manners? I am terribly sorry I didn’t know you would be naked…” he kept murmuring, his back turned on her.

Yn furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at her quite dressed self before feeling her cheeks blush a little at his shyness.

“You…it’s alright, you can turn around” she said softly and he turned around slowly, only to squeal again “you’re still naked!” 

Yn put her sweater back on and cleared her throat. “It’s fine now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.”

Arthur turned around softly again, his cheeks a deep shade of red that made her melt a little inside. 

“Right, I…” he started, straightening his jacket, “I just wanted to tell you…you don’t have to be afraid. I am a very friendly spirit.”

“Spirit..? But how..how can this be..?”

“You already knew something was going on.”

“I did but…”

“I have lived here my whole life…and…and after, as a matter of fact, I…I am harmless…I have been so lonely…and then you arrived, and you seemed so happy and,friendly, and I would not have done anything but something inside me told me to try and communicate with you…And then you brought those strange letters which can move around on that big white cupboard in the kitchen, which, if I may add, is so cold on the inside, and I…”

“You got into the fridge??”

“I..” Arthur blushed again, looking at his hands “I was curious. What is that thing anyway?”

“Wait, just, hold on a second” y/n finally sat down on the bed, rubbing her face softly. “Come here” she motioned for him to approach “you can sit down.”

“A gentleman never sits on a lady’s bed miss” Arthur said formally. “In fact, I should have never spent so much time in your bedroom either. Perhaps I should-”

“Okay, let’s go to the library then” she stood up and he opened the door for her, smiling softly at her. She tried to ignore the shivering feeling his eyes gave her, and walked first through the hallway as she kept talking.

“I really want to know everything about you Arthur. I don’t know if I believe in such things but..” she reached the library entrance and turned around to look at him. Nothing. He was gone.

“A..Arthur?” she looked around at the hallway and then inside the library, No sign of him. She stood there for some seconds, trying to hear something, anything, apart from the thunder and heavy rain outside. And she did.

Seconds later, she heard the magnetic letters move around on the fridge. She walked fast towards the kitchen, surprising herself at how eager she was to see his message. Because she knew it was him. 

"dead time over" the message read. She waited patiently to see if he’d write anything else.

"tomorrow same time" she whispered the message and couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll be waiting.”

October 13th

“So we figured out I can see you, I can hear you but I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me” Y/N explained as she wrote in her notebook. 

“Are you taking notes?” Arthur looked at her curiously. 

“Just trying to keep everything straight, this is my first spirit relationship” she giggled. 

“Relationship?” Arthur swallowed hard. 

“You know what I mean” she rolled her eyes. “I want to keep everything straight, you know like what I’ve already taught you.”

“Like that” Arthur pointed to her phone. 

“Right, and the fact that girls wear a lot less clothes now and it’s completely acceptable” she giggled as Arthur's face filled with a shade of pink. 

She turned the page and started writing again. 

“What are you writing now?” Arthur tried to peek at the page. 

“I’m making a list of what makes you blush” Y/N giggled as she kept writing and watched Arthur’s face go even more crimson.

October 17th

“Arthur?” Y/N said softly as she walked into the library. “Arthur are you here?” 

She started getting worried that she lost the ability to see Arthur in dead time. She felt herself grow sad and her heart clenched. 

She started thinking about how she shouldn’t be feeling the way she was when she heard him speak. 

“You look gorgeous as always” his deep voice put a smile on her face. 

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming” she said softly. 

“And miss this? This time with you? Never” he smiled widely, his eyes sparkling. 

“I uh…I had an idea” she turned her head trying to hide her blush. “For our dead time date”

“Continue” Arthur smirked at the mention of the word date.

“I thought I could read to you for a little” she smiled. “You know since we’re in the library” 

“I like that idea, but please anything but Fifty Shades Of Gray” he spoke quickly with wide eyes. 

“Wait, how do you know what Fifty Shades Of Gray is?” She asked confused.

“I got bored the other day, it looked like it would be about the struggles in the world and wow was I wrong” he sat in thought.

“Just…next time ask before you start reading a book if you want to know what it’s really about” she laughed, grabbing a book off the shelf. 

“Noted, I did find something interesting though” he explained, moving to the book shelf. 

“In Fifty Shades Of Gray?” She joked with a smirk. 

“No” Arthur said nervously, his hands shaking as he flipped through a book. “Here” he held the book out to her. 

She took the book from his hands and started reading. 

“The one night of the year where the barrier between the living and the dead can be broken” she looked up at Arthur. “Arthur this is genius, how did you find this?” 

“It was next to…that other book. Keep reading” he motioned to the book. 

She read silently before looking up at him with wide excited eyes.

“Do you think it’s true?” She asked hopeful.

“No clue” he shrugged.

“If it’s true that means you can stay in this…timeline? Universe? Whatever they call it for good, we just have to figure out what’s…”

“What’s keeping me here? I’ve been trying to figure that out for a long time, sweetheart” he said softly. 

“Well, if this is right, we have until Halloween. In Halloween the barrier can be broken. What do you think that means?”

October 20th

Y/N woke up to her alarm buzzing on her side table. She turned off the alarm and started going through a few books. 

She lost herself reading into her topic before she heard his voice. 

“Thought you were standing me up, love” Arthur joked, sitting on her bed. 

“Sorry, I just got caught up reading about Halloween and that barrier. I went to the library and got all these books since the internet gave too many different versions and no clear answer” she looked up at him and smiled. 

“What?” He asked nervously. 

“You’re sitting on my bed” 

“So I am” he smiled, motioning to the books. “Have you found anything out?” 

“From what I can tell, Halloween will be like dead time for twenty-four hours but like…dead time amped up.” 

“You lost me sweetheart.” 

“The twenty-four hours of Halloween I won’t just be able to see and hear you, I think I’ll be able to touch you and you can touch me too” 

“For a whole twenty-four hours?” Arthur asked in awe. 

“If I read this right. I think I also found more on the topic of keeping you here…you know if you’d want to” she trailed her words off nervously. 

She hadn’t quite been able to admit to herself that she wanted him to stay, to stay with her specifically, so she didn’t know how to explain to him how much she wanted him to stay with her. 

“Stay here? With you?” He asked quietly. 

“Well…yeah. If you wanted.”  

“I’d love nothing more” he finally whispered, making a slight smile crawl onto her face. 

“Me too.”

October 22nd

“Sweetheart” Y/N woke up to the sound of Arthur’s voice. 

“Babe, my alarm hasn’t gone off yet” she sleepily turned over in her bed. 

Arthur smiled to himself at the pet name.

“It’s 3:20 am, love” Arthur said softly. 

“What?” She sat up. “My alarm didn’t go off, I’m sorry honey.” 

“Shh, shh, go ahead and sleep, I can wait till tomorrow.” 

“No no” she rubbed her eyes. “I’m not wasting any time I get to be with you” she stretched. 

Arthur smiled lovingly at her, he knew. Living, dead, any universe, any timeline, any dimension, she was it for him.

October 25th 

Y/N walked into the kitchen and smiled when she read the fridge. 

“Good morning Arthur” she grabbed the heart magnet that she had added to the fridge and placed it next to the words he left her on the fridge before taking a picture of the message that read ‘good morning beautiful love’. 

She turned and made her coffee, hearing the magnets move on the fridge. She turned around to read the message. 

“Have a surprise for you tonight” she read out loud with a twinkle in her eye. “Can’t wait sweetheart.” 

October 26th

“There she is, my dead time darling” Arthur chuckled as he sat on her bed. 

“My handsome dead time prince” she smiled back, putting her phone down. 

“It’s never been more torturous that I can’t touch you, love” he said, throwing himself on the bed. 

She giggled watching him. 

“So, what’s the surprise babe?” She straightened up and sat curiously. 

“Oh yeah” he reached into his pocket and placed a ring on the bed in front of her. “I made that for you.” 

“You did?” She said with a soft voice and wonder in her eyes. “It’s beautiful.” 

“It’s just paper, love. But I wanted to give you something and I read in a book where a guy gave a girl a ring to show how he cared about her” he shrugged. 

“I love it” she smiled and slipped the ring on her finger. “Thank you honey.” 

“Of course. Anything for you” he grinned. 

“You’re right you know” she whispered. 

“About?” He looked up at her with question. 

“It’s never been more torturous that I can’t touch you."

A wide smile adorned Arthur’s face.

October 28th 

“I figured it out” Y/N excitedly said, walking into the kitchen and putting a book on the table. “I went to a book store and got a specialty book. It says that the reason why spirits get stuck in the sort of limbo you’re in is because something is unfulfilled. You’re missing something that’s keeping you from crossing over or becoming whole in a sense again…does that make sense?” She looked towards the magnets on the fridge.

‘Yes’ the magnets on the fridge read. 

“Do you know what you need to be…complete?” She said out loud and waited for the magnets to move again. 

‘No clue’ the magnets showed. 

“Well I have to work so I’ll try to think about it and you have all day to see if anything pops into your mind” she said out loud. 

‘Later beautiful’ the magnets moved to make out. 

“Can’t wait for our dead time date, handsome” she smiled and grabbed her coffee.

October 29th

“You looked so gorgeous today” Arthur smiled sitting on Y/N’s bed as she sat on her phone. 

“You look handsome as ever,” she grinned. “Did you figure anything out?” 

“I could only think of one thing” he shrugged, looking away. 

“Well what is it?” She looked at him curiously. 

“Don’t make me say it Y/N” he said softly. 

“Please? Anything to help figure out how to get you to stay here” she almost pleaded with him.

“You” he said quietly, not bringing his eyes to her. 

“Oh” she whispered. “Aren’t you just the cutest puppy ever?” She beamed as her eyes threatened to fill with tears. 

He tilted his head at her confused, almost with a hurt expression. 

“What?”

“No, no it’s a good thing, it’s a good thing honey. It means you’re adorable like…really adorable” her last words were spoken lightly. 

October 30th

“Tomorrow is the day” Arthur happily said as he walked into Y/N’s room. 

“Yep, less than twenty four hours” she said a bit deflated.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous girl? Are you not excited?” Arthur asked concerned. 

“I’m really excited…I’m just scared” she said smally. 

“Scared?” Arthur tilted his head in question. 

“Of what comes after” she took a deep breath. “What if I can figure out how to get you to stay?”

“Then we try again next year,” Arthur shrugged. 

“You can wait until next year?” She looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“I’ve waited my whole life for you, what’s another year?” Arthur grinned. 

A small smile widened on Y/N’s face. She knew she would wait forever for him if that’s what it took. He was her person.

October 31st- 12.01 am

Arthur approached the bed slowly, sitting next to y/n who was still asleep. He extended his hand, eager to find out if it was true. And it was.

He was finally able to touch her. He slowly caressed her cheek with the back of his finger, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as y/n slowly moved in her sleep. 

“My love..” he whispered softly, as she shifted more under the covers. His hand didn’t leave her cheek as she opened her eyes and looked straight up at him.

“Arthur…?” she sat up on the bed looking at his watery eyes. 

“It’s true” he said with a trembling voice as she took his hands in hers. “Can you feel it?”

Y/n didn’t reply, she just kissed his palm and then reached over and gave him the warmest and most loving hug he had ever experienced. 

Many minutes later, they broke the hug, both teary eyed and smiling. 

“It’s amazing” he smiled, kissing her hands.

“It is..” her voice broke again, and she sighed.

“Don’t think about it my love” he said, reading her thoughts, “we’ll figure it out. I promise” he brought his fingers to her chin to have her look at him again, and approached her a little more. 

Looking deep into his eyes and feeling her heart beating fast, in sync with his own, she approached a bit more. Arthur smiled lightly for a second before their lips touched ever so softly, and seconds later his hand rested on her cheek as he deepened the kiss and his other hand caressed her hair, and she reluctantly put her own on his chest. 

October 31st - Day

Y/N took her coffee to her room, looking for Arthur or any sign of him the whole way. She sighed, putting her coffee on her dresser and changing. She looked in the mirror, tilting her head wondering if her outfit looked alright for the day. 

“Absolutely beautiful” Arthur spoke as he wrapped his arms around her from behind with a wide smile. 

“Thank you Arthur, always a gentleman” she smiled resting her hands on his arms. 

“I can touch you, this is wonderful” Arthur sighed. 

“I can feel you, actually feel you. I love Halloween” she smiled widely as she watched them both in the mirror. 

“I hope you’re ready for an amazing day sweetheart” Arthur smiles at her in the mirror. 

“Amazing and stressful…we have to figure out how to keep you here. That book was not helpful” she said sadly. 

“Don’t stress beautiful, we’ll figure it out” Arthur comforted, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

They spent the day mostly touching and holding each other, cuddling into each other’s arms and talking about how they’ll manage to keep Arthur in y/n’s dimension. 

“I’m sure it has to do with you… you’re what i’m missing to be complete..but I have no idea how we have to do it, like..do we have to say a spell or something? Or is it just the..uh..what we feel? Because I’m feeling really complete already..” Arthur said, going over the book for the millionth time while they were seated on the living room sofa. 

“I don’t know” y/n whispered, absent-mindedly caressing the paper ring on her finger. She took a look at the big clock on the wall, sighing. Time was relentlessly running out, and she hated that sting on her chest when thinking the day was going to be over soon.

“Okay” Arthur closed the book and placed it on the coffee table, “let’s leave it alone for a little. Maybe it’s already happened..maybe our..our connection, our feelings have already done the job. Forget it for a minute and come here” he opened his arms and she shoved herself in them, closing her eyes. 

“Here, let’s read something else for a change” he said, “wait here."

He came back seconds later, holding another book. LOVE POEMS of Frederick Douglas Harper the title read.

“I never saw that in the library before” yn said as Arthur sat back next to her and she went through the book. 

“I’ve been reading it” Arthur said “mostly after our dead time dates. Come back here” he opened his arms again and she made herself comfortable, resting her head on his lap as he randomly chose a page.

“Let’s see what we got…oh, that’s a great one.”

His soft deep voice filled the room as he read for her, she had closed her eyes and it felt as if they were the only people in the world, he held the book with one hand and caressed her hair with the other and she thought there was nothing else that she could ask for; she had everything, right there.

THE RIGHT TIME, THE RIGHT WAY

 I needed someone— 

I needed someone special; 

My eyes lay upon your face— 

In anticipation but doubt; 

I was so touched by the softness of your eyes, 

The grace of your stance, 

The peacefulness of your temperament; 

Your presence responded to my need and wish; 

You came to me, 

At the right time; 

You came to me, 

In the right way.

She slowly wiped her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did.

“My love?”

“I’m okay” she lifted herself off his lap and saw his eyes were watery too. They sat there, looking into each other’s eyes, not talking for many minutes. She caressed his cheek and he smiled softly to her, and without a word she leaned on his shoulder and he opened the book again. 

He read and read to her for hours, until the clock struck 11 times, making them both lift their heads to look at it, and then each other. 

One more hour. 

October 31st - 11:50 PM

“I can’t do this” Y/N said softly as she laid in Arthur’s arms. 

“Yes you can darling” Arthur comforted rubbing her head gently.

“How? How am I supposed to just be fine with the fact that I might have less than ten minutes with you?” 

“We’ll always have dead time,” Arthur whispered. 

He was trying to convince himself more than her that things would work out if nothing they did that day helped him stay permanently with her. 

“I guess that’s an upside but…” she sat up and faced him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you turned my life upside down in the best way possible. I can’t believe I was scared of you at first…you’re my comfort person.” 

“Oh sweetheart” he took both of her hands in his and pulled her to him. “I can’t believe, out of all people in the world to own this house, you walked into my life. You, who woke up every night for an hour in the middle of the night just to spend time with me. Who figured out a way for us to talk when it wasn’t dead time…you breathed life into my dying soul my love.” 

“Arthur” she breathed, fighting the tears welling in her eyes. “How can I do this? How can I be without you? Especially now?”

“Listen my love” he pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. “I know we might not have long left, but I need you to know, while I can still hold you, that I existed for many years after I existed my years on earth…but I never truly lived until the moment I saw you.” 

“I’ll live out the rest of my days only being able to see you for an hour in the middle of the night and feel you once a year because I don’t want anyone else. I love you” she looked up at him. 

“I love you too, you have no idea how much” he rushed out before pressing his lips to hers in a fierce kiss. 

She clutched to him the second they pulled away and she sobbed into his chest. 

“Please don’t leave me” she begged, gripping him tighter.

“I’m trying my love, I’d never leave you if it was my choice” he rubbed her hair comfortingly. 

“I can’t lose you, Arthur” she sobbed.

“I can’t lose you either sweetheart, we’ll never let that happen” he whispered to her. “I’m going to be right here with you for the last-“ he paused as he looked at the clock. 

“What?” She asked concerned as she noticed his pause. 

“It’s 12:04 AM” he said softly as if he couldn’t believe it.

“It is?” She jumped up from his lap. “It’s after midnight? It worked?!” She turned to Arthur. 

“Something we did today worked…I wonder what it was” he said in thought. 

“I don’t care what it was” she kissed him sweetly. “I still have you and that’s all that matters.” 

“I meant it, every word. I love you and I’m never leaving you darling” he slowly kissed her forehead.

“I’m so scared to even sleep in case this is all a dream” she sighed. 

“It’s not a dream, this is the most real that anything has ever been for me” he smiled at her lovingly. “Get some sleep love.” 

“Only if you’re sleeping with me” she returned the smile with a small giggle.

“I thought that was a given” he chuckled half tackling her to lay down on the bed.

November 1st

She woke up, stretching in her bed before stopping in her tracks. Her heart rate picked up when she searched the bed and realized she was alone.

“Arthur?” She called out, her heart twisting a little more when she didn’t get a reply. 

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening” she said to herself as she searched every room, coming up empty. 

She thought for a moment and remembered the magnets on the fridge, if nothing else she would at least know he’s still there in some way. She ran to the kitchen and froze when she saw the sight in front of her. 

Arthur stood at the stove with a wide smile on his face.

“Good morning my love, did you sleep well?” He made his way to her and kissed her quickly. 

“Arthur, you scared me. I woke up and you were gone” she pouted. 

“I’m sorry, I wanted to make you breakfast. Never too soon to start spoiling the love of my…lives” he chuckled. She giggled and shook her head at him. “I told you, you’re stuck with me now” he rubbed her arms gently. 

“I’m a lucky girl” she smiled up at him in awe. “Now we just have to get you acquainted with the world the way it is today.” 

“Piece of cake” Arthur smiled.

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Here’s a little Lucery’s fanfic I’ve been writing.. English is not my first language and I apologize if any of the characters seem sorta out of character. I’ll work on it more. Tips are suggested!:3 this is also my first time posting on tumblr ?? So if this is the wrong format or something plz educate me lol

Ocean inspired

Chapter 1

The arrival of Lady Stark was well in preparation. Servants dashed around the castle of dragon stone at the command of the princess, making sure all was perfect. The Starks were loyal people, they bent the knee to the heir of the realm already. But if Rhaenyra's plans went as she hoped, the bond of the houses would be further strengthened by her eldest son wedding The little sister of Kregan. That was the plan of course, though it was only known by the princess and her husband Daemon.

The idea came upon them when a letter arrived from a raven. The Lady Stark was hoping to practice her art and her poetry in dragonstone, she asked her brother who in turn asked the princess. That's when the idea came about her and her husband.

She raised her sons well, Jace was charming enough and a respectful boy. They withheld the betrothal of him and Baela at the hopes this pairing would work. But they still planned to wed Luke and Rhaena to secure the words of Princess Rhaenys and her husband. Further on of course, as to not alarm the boys or make them think anything they shouldn't. Winning over Lady Stark naturally would be much better for them, the Lady could tell her brother of hopes of marriage instead of the Princess, so her intentions didn't seem Ill or forced from the start.

"My princess! The Lady has arrived! Her boat has just docked!" A servant ran up to the princess and curtseyed as she told her of the news. To which she only smiled in response and lifted her dress to quicken her pace down the stairs of the castle. "Luke, Jace, come now she has arrived!" She spoke to her boys while passing by the main room of the castle. They both stood from their spots wide eyed and followed after their mother, eager for interaction with someone other than their beloved family.

As the three made their way outside and then down to the docs of Dragonstone, 4 guards walked with them on the outside of the trio. Stone faced and protective. They stopped at the start of the docs and waited for the girl to approach. Luke was the first to stand up on his tip toes and peer over his brothers shoulder, looking at the large boat for her. When he finally spotted the Stark he felt his eyes nearly pop from his skull, for multiple reasons. She stepped off the boat with the help of one of the royal servants. Her dress was a light blue, it had sleeves that went off of the girls S/c shoulders. And a tightened middle piece at her abdomen, making her body appear with much more curve. And a heart shaped neckline that didn't dive too low, as to keep modesty. It was long, with layers at the bottom of silk. She didn't have many Jewels decorations her skin except for a thin white gold necklace with what looked like a few pearls strung on it.

She was breathtaking in all honesty, both the boys became a little more nervous but what was most shocking, for all three of them was that in her other arm, she held tightly what looked like a white little dire-wolf, no older than a few months from the looks of it. Two men stepped off the boat holding a large blue chest with the sigil of a stark wolf. When the girl met eyes with the three royals, she immediately smiled and held her dress up with her free arm, making her way down the docs as they creaked beneath her feet. Stopping in front of the three.

She paused for a moment with a closed mouth smile as she made eye contact with all three of them, but her eyes paused on Luke for a little longer than the rest.. his did the same.. but she broke the eye contact soon after and curtseyed in front of Rhaenyra. "My princess, thank for for letting me stay here for the few weeks to come. It is a great honor for me and for my family." Her bright eyes closed for a moment before re opening. Rhaenyra only smiled in response. Her purple eyes darting back and fourth between the girl and her pup in arms.

She let out a small laugh. "This is my first born son Jacerys Velaryon" she ushered to her boy as the Lady's eyes went to him as-well.Luke shifted a bit and watched the girls movements eagerly. "My Prince.." She curtseyed in front of Jacerys with a kind smile. He put one arm behind his back and with his other lifted her free hand, placing a kiss on her skin for only a second before letting it down. The lady smiled at this and gave him a nod to which he returned.

"And my second born, Lucerys Valaryon" she did the same motion towards the other boy, who impatiently chewed at his lip and watched the girl. She turned her head quickly towards the boy and gave him a small giggle at the way he was behaving. She moved closer to him and curtseyed as well. "My prince, I've read many books of Driftmark" she said to the nervous boy with welcoming eyes. He shakily lifted her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it, never breaking eye contact with the girl as she tilted her head a bit smiling. "All good, I hope" she nodded in response and brightened up. "Yes of course, I hoped to visit Driftmark as well one day, I wore pearls to .. uh" her face grew a bit rosy as her eyes shifted all around. The boy still held her hand close to his face as he waited for her to speak.

"To honor the name you've been given much often, the pearl of Driftmark" Luke's face grew a brighter red as well as he  let her hand down slowly  and gave the stark a Nervous smile. His mother laughed a bit at the use of the nickname. "I'll have you visit sometime then my Lady" she giggled in response as Rhaenyra let out a quiet cough. "We weren't made aware that you'd be bringing a um.. Wolf with you on your stay here" she spoke slowly and nervously. The girl perked up and turned to look at the princess, still close in front of Luke. "Oh! She's young, and very tame I assure you. Silk  is her name. I promise you she won't be any bother at all, she's only here to make me feel a bit more secure, I get home sick quite easy" the Stark responded back.

Rhaenyra only nodded with a hum. "That's alright then, I'll have the servants bring your chest up to your chambers, my boys? Will you please escort lady Stark to the castle?" Rhaenyra folded her hands together as she looked back and fourth between her children who only nodded in response. Jace turned on his heels almost immediately but Luke nervously offered out his arm for the girl to take, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible, and of course this is how his mother taught him to treat Highborn lady's. He was shocked his brother didn't immediately do the same, his head must of been elsewhere.

She gave the boy a smile and wrapped her arms around his own. all three of them began walking in sync up the hills of dragonstone, following a path. "Mother told us your here to write your poetry? Are you a bard?" Jace was the first one to begin conversation. The girl turned a bit red at the mention of her interests. "Oh gods, not necessarily. My poetry is more of a hobby than a profession. But yes I am here for that among other things. Im also here for my art, my brother hoped me to be inspired in a new place! And uh.. possibly,, get some art of a dragon?" The stark said the last bit more like a question.

Both the boys made eye contact with her and looked a bit nervous, the dragons weren't always friendly with new people, especially Jace's. Luke lifted a hand onto her arm that held onto him and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be sure to Ask my mother if that would be alright. Arrax is quite the calm dragon after a bit if you'd wish to paint him" he said in a quieted down voice, he was quite obviously anxious at his interactions with her. But she didn't mind. Found it more cute than anything else.

"That would be perfect Lucery's!" She gave him a squeeze on the arm in return as she locked eyes with the boy. "Of course my Lady". "Oh, you both can call me Y/n, we will be spending much time together in the days following so it only seems right" she was sweet when she spoke to them, almost alarmingly friendly. The boys both nodded in return as the group approached the gates of dragon stone. Y/n was gawking at the looks of it all and was quite un still in the hold of Luke. She was nearly pulling him around looking at all the stone details up close. It smelled strongly of rain she noted.

"Here we are Lady Star-" Jace began but was cut off "just Y/n please" She gave him a pleading smile. He paused for a moment before beginning again. "Yes, we'll, here we are Y/n, I have to go to my Valyrian Lessons with the maesters now but we will be seeing eachother soon enough later in the day." He said it politely but you could tell he was trying to get out of there. He gave a small bow before rushing off just as quickly as he spoke, into the castle.

Leaving the air a little more tense in his leave, "Uhm, I can escort you to your rooms if you'd wish?" Luke chirped up, reminding the girl of his presence right beside her. She turned her head and locked eyes with the boy once again. Hazel ones staring right back into hers. She gave him a nod as they both began walking in sync once again.

Y/n was looking all over the castle as the two of them walked. Always the first to initiate the small talk as they both giggled at jokes along the halls. "We are the same age correct?" She asks him. Luke nods back. He was feeling more comfortable around her now after witnessing her personality. But still the tiniest bit nervous, she knew.

She let out hums as they continued through the castle. He listened to them, letting her voice flood his ears sweetly. The pair would often pause in the halls as the girl payed close attention to all the details on the walls.

"Did you need not go to the Valyrian lessons as well?" She asked him curiously. He laughed in response, more confidently now. "No, I've grown up around my mother and step father since I was younger than Jace, so it came easier for me. I'm quite well at it from what the maesters say, and from what mother tells me at-least.." The girl stopped in her tracks and took hold of both the boys hands. "Say something for me" she looked at him eagerly almost bouncing in her place.

Luke turned a shade of red and made eye contact with the girl. Thinking for a moment. "Nyke olvie biare naejot sagon rūsīr ao isse bisa jēda..." He said the words with a brighter toothy smile, sure the girl wouldn't understand him Anyways. But even without knowing what he said, she was absolutely beaming with joy at the moment. "That was good!! You say it so fluently. You should teach me one day" she giggled teasingly and gave him a slight nudge.

He laughed back breathlessly in response as she took hold on his arm once more. "I would love to, though I'm not completely fluent yet, I still do lessons with the maesters, I just don't need them as desperately as my brother." He was obviously proud of being able to outshine in brother in one thing, his posture becoming more straightened and his tone ever more louder. The Stark girl smiled at this. She definitely had her preference over the Brothers already.

But sadly their conversations came to a stop when they approached her chamber doors. The boys posture slouching over a bit as his eyebrows furrowed. "Here we are" he spoke to her, his voice almost sad. She took notice of it and held tightly onto his arm. "Come in with me?" She asked him sweetly. Not thinking much of it. But his face blushed up bright as a tomato. "I'm not sure how my mother and father would feel about that- I don't think it's quite proper for us to be alone in a bedroom together" the girl ignored him and peered inside the door. Her chest was already there, as was her pup. She didn't quite remember when but she must have handed him over to a servant while walking to take to her chambers while she and the boy talked.

"All my stuffs in here already, I doubt anyone will walk in?" She looked at the boy once more. He seemed hesitant but he looked like he was really considering it. "Please?"

He walked into the room with her the moment she said that, face still bright and his movements more shaky than before. He felt butterfly's in his stomach at the interaction. She let go of his arm as she closed the door behind them both. Clicking the lock into place and rushing over to her pup. "Lucery's, come here pleasee" at her words the boy walked over to them both quite awkwardly. He looked at the wolf nervously as the pup stood up and eyed him. "She's quite pretty" he spoke softly, still not touching the pup.

Y/n turned and looked him at him with a joking grin "not as pretty as you, my prince~" she almost cooed to him before turning back to pet her wolf. Luke inhaled sharply and folded his hands together tightly. His movements stiff as he let the girls words cloud his mind. His nervousness made the air grow a bit more heavy. The girl picked up her wolf and placed her on the bed, turning back to Luke with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to force you into here if it wasn't of your wishes, I just didn't want our time together to end quite yet." She placed a hand on top of his and tilted her head.

"No no it's okay, I didn't want our time to end together yet either, I'm only nervous of what my mother would say-" he responded quickly. She nodded at him and lead him to the door. "Well, I hope you'll get me for dinner? Don't tell him but I do much prefer your company over your brothers~" the brunette laughed at her small poking to his elder brother. "Of course My Lady-" she looked at him expectantly as he thought again. "Until then Y/n, Nyke hope naejot ūndegon aōha gevie laehurlion istin tolī aderī..." he said it almost soothingly as he held onto the girls hands tightly.

She didn't know what he said but she still perked up at the use of his mother tongue. "Until then my Prince.." "you can call me Luke, it only seems right to call one another by our chosen names no?" He gave her a cheeky grin and placed a kiss on her hand, more confident then the one he placed before. "Aha, of course Luke" it felt nice hearing the name he was most often called by roll of her tongue so easily. He was eating up every moment with The Stark Girl and he loved it, not quite used to this amount of attention being showered on him.

She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on the boys cheek, his skin was soft to the touch and he felt like little fireworks were going off in his stomach at the interaction. They smiled at one another as she closed the door to her bedroom. And with more pep than before, Luke made his ways down the hall with a small smile edged on his face.