#i'm half late but still worth :P

[paradiseprincesss]

dangerous woman | jonathan crane

i'm sure everyone is familiar with the album cover of "dangerous woman" and what she's wearing on it. if you don't, then i feel like the outfit and nickname won't make sense in this fic !!!

summary: you've been stealing the scarecrow's fear toxin for months, and finally, he catches you red handed.

warnings: smut, p in v, bondage, rough sex, general adult content lol, MDNI 18+ only

word count: 3.1k

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you’d been stealing the scarecrow’s fear toxin for months now — and you knew it was only a matter of time before he found you. 

it was profitable, okay? you would steal his supply, leaving him empty handed, and selling it at a much higher price to the criminals of gotham city. easy money, light work. simply put, you were running him out of his own business. 

jonathan was growing increasingly more frustrated with this mysterious thief that was stealing his supply — it’d been months and yet he couldn’t catch the guy. “the guy” — yes, he thought perhaps this was the work of one of the many dangerous men in gotham. 

this type of organized, deliberate crime couldn’t possibly be done by a woman working all alone — wrong. he was so wrong. this was exactly the type of crime that would be committed by a woman such as yourself. he was a psychiatrist for crying out loud, shouldn’t it be in his job description to know personality types? 

jonathan had his goons working overtime, keeping a keen eye on the drug shipments, but it was no use — you were one step ahead of jonathan every time. jonathan was ready to snap his glasses in two at this point. for someone who was trained in human behavior and complex criminal psychology, you would think he would be able to detect a pattern by now. 

tonight, you had big plans — you were going to steal his toxin from his warehouse directly.

forget shipments and hideouts, this time you were going big or going home. it was all or nothing — and right now, you wanted it all. 

your fitted, latex, corset-esque bodysuit clung to your figure as did your matching, latex thigh-high pleasers. the cherry on the top was the black bunny ears you accessorized with.

sure, it was a little risque, even bordering on kinky, but hey — it screamed dangerous woman. it was like wearing a caution sign but in the best way.

something that said: “i bite.”

dressed in your usual attire, you head to his warehouse in the dead of night. you sacrificed a prolific amount of late nights to figure out the location of this warehouse, but it would all be worth it once you were drowning in piles of cash after profiting off of his toxin. 

you’d been watching him for months — you even knew where he lived. you knew his profession, his full legal name, where he grew up, what type of food he ordered the most when he got takeout…

but what can i say? you were dedicated to your job — your morally dubious and ethically questionable job, but still a job nonetheless!

you strategically checked every entrance point of his warehouse (which, by the way, took a total of two hours of driving and twenty minutes of walking in high heels to get to!), making sure that there were no cameras or potential threats waiting outside. once you decided it was safe, you went through the back door. 

how, you ask? well, it was simple — you had a key replicated ages ago when you’d first broken into his office back at arkham asylum. in fact, you had all of his keys replicated. you know, just in case. 

stop asking why — it was for personal reasons!

after sneaking into the warehouse, you flicked on the lights and started to rummage around immediately. you came here for one thing and one thing only; fear toxin — and lots of it. you looked up at the ceiling as if some higher power up above would answer your calls. please, you thought, show me what i'm looking for.

god was your witness that night — and your prayers were answered. 

…just not in the way you thought they’d be.

as you were bent over, half hidden behind a bunch of empty crates, you were digging through piles of miscellaneous items. you were locked and loaded, so very focused on the task at hand, that you didn’t hear the front door creaking open quietly. 

jonathan heard shuffling once he entered his warehouse, the lights being turned on clearly indicated someone was here. jonathan did not panic, however — he believed that the feeling of panic and anxiety was useless to the human body. how could he make rational decisions when his mind was filled with the what if’s?

he was certain that this time, he’d caught the thief that had been stealing his toxin red handed — finally. however, as he got closer to you, he realized that you were not at all what he was imagining you to be. as he inched closer and closer, he saw two little bunny ears peeking above some empty crates.

he silently made his way around the crates, only to be met with a sight that caused his jaw to drop slightly and his cheeks to turn pink. 

you were bent over in your latex bodysuit, on your knees, rummaging through a pile of random things and the best part? you were completely oblivious to the scarecrow standing directly behind you, watching you poke your ass out as the bunny ears on your head moved every time your head did.

jonathan cleared his throat, causing you to startle. you turned around as a small gasp left your lips. once you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes — they were so blue. he seemed to have noticed you staring though, as he raised a brow and gave you an opportunity to explain yourself silently.

“um,” you started a little nervously, “hey?”

you mentally face palmed yourself — all you could come up with was an “um, hey?” so much for being one step ahead all the time.

“that’s quite the costume you have on," jonathan said smoothly, looking at you through the frames of his glasses. “i assume you’re the one who’s been stealing my supply?” 

you stayed silent as he loomed over you — he was tall. very tall. he was still standing above you as you sat almost obediently on the cold, concrete floor of the warehouse. empty handed at that. 

“listen, bunny,” he continued, “do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me?” 

finally, you found your voice. “i do — that’s why i did it.” 

“is that right?” jonathan said, crouching down so that he was now at your level. you felt awfully immature; but it was kind of…exhilarating. to be in the presence of someone so dangerous, just like you. “you’re not what i was expecting.”

“what do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head to emphasize your question. his eyes darted to your black bunny ears, then back to your face. he didn't answer your question, but instead, he reached his hand out towards you. 

hesitantly, you took a hold of it as he helped you up. “do you always go around stealing what doesn’t belong to you in outfits so…promiscuous?” he asked, eyeing your body up and down shamelessly. 

“...i’ve never done anything like this before,” you admitted shyly, watching his eyes trail along every part of you. “i get off on the thrill, mostly.” 

jonathan almost choked when he heard your response — if he wasn’t so attracted to you, he would’ve sprayed an extra concentrated dose of fear toxin in your face. he was standing so close to you now that you could smell his cologne — montblanc, if you remembered correctly. 

“maybe we could work out a deal,” he suggested, his voice low and almost…sultry. “i won’t kill you or turn you into the feds — if you give me what’s mine.” 

a feeling of sheer panic surged through your veins; you’d already sold all the drugs you seized from him. it’s not like you just could get any of it back, and now your life was on the line.

“i-i already sold the drugs—”

“not that,” he reprimanded, eyeing you down hungrily, “i think you know where i'm going with this.”

you stared at him blankly for a moment before you felt your cheeks heat up at his insinuation. he didn’t want the drugs, no — he wanted you. according to jonathan, you were his now. 

i mean, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it? 

jonathan was not one to fall so easily, but once he laid his eyes on you, his heart stopped. a beautiful, young, witty woman who was also a thrill seeking, danger loving felon? you were just asking to be his. it didn’t help that you came dressed like you were a triple-x star, either.

“well, what’s it going to be, bunny?” he asked softly, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“what tough choices,” you pouted, looking up at him as you feigned distress, “i don't know what i'm going to do, jonathan.” 

he paused, his hand coming to grab your face gently. “how do you know my name?” he asked, his tone sharp. 

“i know everything about you — i've been watching you for months.” 

he was silent as his jaw clenched slightly. a tell that his calm, collected persona was about to crumble at any given moment — you had him where you wanted him. “i see,” he replied calmly, “i should have you admitted to arkham, really. something is very wrong inside of that pretty little head of yours.” 

you didn’t say anything back, but you bit your lip softly whilst looking into his impossibly blue eyes.

that, however, seemed to be the trigger that pushed jonathan over the edge, because suddenly, he had you pressed up against the cold cement walls of his warehouse. your ass was pressed up against the obvious tent in his pants as your face was met with the rough texture of the cement. 

“i’m going to test your limits,” he breathed, “a little experiment between you and i.” 

“i live for danger,” you mumbled against the wall, not letting up as he continued to threaten you. his threats were fuelling you, if anything — didn’t he hear you when you said that you got off on the thrill of things? 

“prove it, bunny,” he challenged, and you pushed away from the wall, grabbing him by the tie that hung loosely around his neck. 

holding onto it with an iron grip, you brought your lips awfully close to his as you whispered out to him. “take this off,” you instructed, “and tie me up.”

“rope bunny — i should have known.” he teased back, undoing his tie. 

roughly, he pulled your body back against his. your ass was flush against his bulge, and he bound your wrists up with his silky, red tie. “walk,” he commanded softly, guiding you into a whole separate room — a room with an old bed. 

he helped you sit on the edge of the bed before shutting the door completely, making his way back over to you. with your hands tied, you were limited in terms of mobility, but jonathan's hands were free — and he intended to make very good use of them. 

“latex,” he pointed out, reaching over to your bodysuit, “bold choice...but it looks good on you.” 

his comment caught you off guard — his tone was far too sweet for what was about to go down. his voice had you in a trance for a moment, but the feeling of him trying to maneuver your garment off of your body brought you back to reality. after a few moments of fumbling with the tight suit, he finally got you out of it. 

his lips were on yours in mere seconds, kissing you roughly as he squeezed the sides of your neck gently. he continued to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth as you both moaned into the steamy kiss. however, after a few minutes, he breathlessly pulled away and took a good look at the sight that was in front of him.

you were suddenly very aware of how exposed you were — it’s not like you wore a bra or any panties underneath your latex bodysuit. there’s nothing quite like the thrill of wearing nothing underneath to get your blood flowing…

he let out a heavy breath, looking slightly disheveled as he took in every inch of your perfect body. the way your tits sat up, the way your skin was slightly flushed, the way you were on display like an art piece at some french museum — you were a divinity.

not to mention those latex thigh-highs that you still had on — and the bunny ears, too. fuck, maybe he’d keep you like this. take a picture and frame it to really make a point of you being an art piece for his eyes only. 

suddenly, he harshly pushed you down and flipped you around on the bed so that your stomach was against the mattress.

he hoisted your hips upwards, putting you in a face down ass up position. the way he positioned you made how wet you were all the more obvious, your glistening cunt on display for him as he choked back a moan at just the sight of you this powerless.

you heard his pants being unzipped, along with the sound of his belt being undone, and his hard, thick cockhead was brushing up against your sticky folds. he pushed into your tight hole, making the both of you moan. his hands were suddenly reaching for your bound ones, gripping onto the tie as he started to fuck you mercilessly. 

“j-jon!” you squeaked out against the sheets as you felt his cock drilling into you at a brutal pace, sure to leave you sore for days to come. “s-slow down, f–uck!”

“you can take it, bunny,” he assured you lowly, continuing to ram into your tight little hole. “you’re going to fucking. take. it.”

you let out a strangled moan, feeling his cock brush up against that spongy spot inside of you over and over again. it was only a matter of time before you were creaming his cock, the angle giving him access to the deepest parts of you. you were certain that at one point, you swore you’d felt him inside of your stomach with how deep and how forcibly he was fucking your cunt. 

“is this what you — fuck —  wanted, bunny?” he groaned, giving your ass a harsh smack with one hand as the other was still gripping the tie around your wrists. “you just needed to have your tight little pussy stretched by my thick fucking cock?” 

“y-yes, fuck yes!” you whined, “i need to be filled, j-jonathan please—”

“i know,” he cooed with faux sympathy, “you’re such a needy little bunny. you get a cock in your tight fucking cunt and suddenly you’re not so tough anymore, are you?” 

his words went straight to your core, rather than your head, soaking you even further and making his cock slip in and out of you with pure ease. he was slamming himself into your dripping cunt, fucking you raw as you took him so deep that you were full on screaming his name over and over again.

“j-jonathan, fuuuck!” you wailed, letting him ruin you entirely.

this wasn’t exactly how you planned the night to go, but it was better than you’d imagined. better than you’d hoped. you couldn’t dwell on the thought for very long though, because suddenly he was pulling out of you right before you were about to come, much to your displeasure.

you whined, causing him to scoff a laugh. he flipped you over to that you were looking at him now, in missionary, before he sunk back into you. you let out a bratty whine along with a pout. your hands were still tied so you couldn’t touch him — and you were getting desperate. 

“please!” you exasperated as he fucked you stupid, “let me t-touch you, oh my god—”

jonathan watched as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and finally, he decided you’d been good enough for a reward. he reached behind your back, still balls deep inside of your warm, wet hole, and quickly undid the knot around your wrists.

and as soon as your wrists were free — you were clawing at his back. 

“fuck,” jonathan groaned, feeling your hands pawing at him.

his hand suddenly reached down, playing with your clit as you mewled out incoherent babbles and pleas. he continued to press his fingers against your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to the edge once more as he plowed you. 

your cunt was dripping with your arousal, you’d never been so wet in your life. you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you were close to coming, and jonathan moaned as he felt your cunt flutter around his thick cock. “close?” he asked breathlessly, and you just nodded — unable to speak as your orgasm washed over you in a blur.

“thaaaat’s it,” he growled, “pretty baby.” 

you whined, looking to the side as you came down from your high, but he continued to ram himself deeper and deeper into your cunt. you reached for his biceps, clinging onto them for dear life as his cock stretched your walls right open. 

“i’m about to come, fuck!” he groaned. “should i come inside? i think i will — you like the thrill, right bunny?” 

before you could protest, he was spilling his warm, thick cum into your abused little cunt. you were on birth control but you hadn’t taken your pills in days — so you were going to have to figure this out later, after the reality of what could happen would set in. he was right though; you did love a good thrill. something to get your adrenaline pumping and your blood rushing. 

you were a fear addict, and he was the supplier of fear — you were freakishly perfect for each other in all the worst ways. 

after both his and your endorphin levels gradually calmed down, he pulled out and watched the mixture of his sticky, white cum and your arousal drip out of you.

“you know, i could use someone like you to help me distribute my toxin — i'd pay you more than whatever you're making now.” he said after a minute, and your head shot up.

of course — his version of pillowtalk was bringing up business. he seemed to read your thoughts unnervingly well though, because before you could say anything, he was talking once more.

“we’d make a good team, don’t you think? since you’re my girl now and all.” he teased.

“am i?” you teased back, placing a kiss on his plush lips. “hm, i don’t see the harm — i'm game if you are.”

“that’s my girl.” he said softly, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “i’m curious though, out of all the people in gotham — what made you want to steal from me?”

“what can i say?” you whispered, “somethin’ bout you makes me wanna do things that i shouldn’t.” 

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[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I'm actually thinking I might be doing one chapter every other night, but I would also like to draw on my comically large art tablet at some point this week, so I might skip a day or two.

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 2: Color Matching

You partially regret just agreeing to "tomorrow", seeing as this man decided that he wanted to show up at 4am.

It was the original time set for yesterday's session, and you guess he felt bad for being late, but god damn he texted you an hour earlier telling you he'd be there by 4am. Dragging yourself out of the comfort of your bed was difficult, but in the end it was worth it to draw such a stunner.

You had to get there before Leon did, so there you were; half awake, dressed in a pair of fuzzy pants and a loose t-shirt, and a small cup of tea in your right hand while the other fumbled with the keys to your little work room.

That was the greatest part about your job as a professional painter. You didn't have a dress code.

Though most days you did try to look your best, some days it was just easier to be comfortable. Besides, it's not like tons of people come and see you everyday, it was usually just one person at a time.

It was 3:47am by the time you'd gotten to your workspace and settled, sitting on one of the many floor pillows in the living area you put together away from the actual painting setup. The tea was warm, it was keeping you sleepy, but you couldn't stop taking small sips. It was in your hands, there wasn't much you could do to stop yourself.

You told Leon to just come on in when he arrived, not wanting to walk all the way back down just to lead him back up. The stiffness from sleep was still in parts of your body, so you knew it would be difficult to get up, even when he did finally stride through that door. He dressed nicely today, just what you needed him to do.

Wanting to relish in the dim yet warm lighting of your various lamps for as long as possible, you beckoned the man to come over and sit with you, which confused him slightly. He thought you would be ready to get started once he showed up, but he wasn't one to argue so early in the morning. Instead, he shrugged and slowly sauntered over to you, taking a seat on a floor pillow across from yours.

"Good morning." Leon grumbled quietly, his voice barely hiding the fact that he wasn't quite awake either. That rumble in his chest made your stomach flutter. "Good morning to you, too." You responded, closing your eyes for a moment to take another sip of your tea.

"When uh-" He cleared his throat, putting a fist up to his mouth as he did so. "When are we gonna get started?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, moving the cup away from your lips to stare at him. "I wasn't expecting to be up so early, so just give me a few more minutes to wake up and then we can turn my main lights on."

Leon sucked on his teeth as he thought, turning his head to look over out one of the windows as he rested his wrists on his knees. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to make up for being late yesterday."

You laughed softly before letting out a quiet sigh, setting your tea down on the low coffee table sitting behind you.

"Don't worry about it, but also don't make me get up so early again, old man." You attempted to joke, immediately noticing the wince on his face at the nickname. To divert, you stood up and stretched, patting his shoulder as you walked by him. "Alright, let me pull my stuff out and then we can get started."

Leon followed you with his head, taking a few seconds before standing up himself, pressing his hands onto his knees to help get up from the floor pillow.

"I'm just going to be color matching your tones today. I won't do all of it since obviously lighting changes throughout the day, buuuut..." You trailed off, beginning to rummage through a drawer in one of your desks before pulling out handfuls of paint tubes. "I just need to pull out the basic colors I'll be using."

It was still pretty dim in the room which caused you to have to squint to see the names of the colors on the tubes. Leon found that partially amusing, his chuckle causing you to glare playfully over at him. "Something funny?"

"As funny as it is to watch you go cross-eyed looking at those," he smiled, gesturing with his thumb to the light switches near the door. "I feel like it'd be easier to just turn the lights on."

"My retinas will be fried if those get turned on-" You were cut off by your own shout when Leon took the liberty of turning the lights on himself, laughing as you quickly moved to cover your eyes.

He only had to squint for a second before his eyes adjusted. You, however, were not expecting the sudden change, so you got an eyeful of bright white light. Complete and utter agony that lasted for a full five seconds.

By the time you moved your hands away from your eyes, they were watering and you had to squint for awhile longer. "Give me a warning next time you decide you want to try and murder me like that." You said, wiping away the few stray tears you'd produced from the light sensitivity. "You might live in the light, but I don't!"

The man shook his head and crossed his arms, smile still plastered to his face as he slowly made his way over to the chair in front of your easel. "That's payback for calling me an old man."

You twisted your head around to the chair so you could give him an indignant look, catching a glance as he was putting his hands up in defense with a small "what?" before you turned to look down at the tubes of paint sitting next to your hands on top of the desk.

"Nothing, just wasn't expecting to work with a toddler, that's all.." You mumbled, smile creeping onto your face as you heard him click his tongue from behind you. "I was an old man not five minutes ago and now I'm a toddler?" Leon asked, voice peaking dramatically.

"Yes, you have quite the range, Mr. Kennedy." You began sifting through the various paints you'd pulled out, humming softly as you contemplated what route you wanted to take with them. Stick to primaries? Add secondaries? Should I just use every color I need? Hmmm..

Leon watched as you stared at the paint tubes you'd picked up, tilting his head to the side slightly to try and get a better look. He snapped his head back upright when you started to speak again. "I'm trying to decide whether or not to use a lot of different colors, or just stick to a minimum.."

It was almost as if you knew what he was wondering. "Uhh... what's the difference...?" The man questioned, raising an eyebrow as you turned around, seemingly having made your decision already.

"Using just the main 6 colors-" You turned around and were faced with his very confused stare, causing you to explain a little better. "The main colors you see in a rainbow."

He breathed out a quiet "ahh" at that. Okay, good. He knows his basics. Cute...

"I can mix just red, blue, and yellow at varying degrees to get any color I need. Adding green, purple, and orange will help even more." You pursed your lips, lightly tossing the paint tubes in your hands before setting them down away from the other tubes. "I need white also. Damn.."

"What's wrong with white?" Leon asked, leaning forward a bit to watch you dig in the drawer for a tube of white oil paint.

"Nothin'. Just forgot, is all. Trying to keep this as authentic as possible..." You mumble, quickly closing the drawer with a slam after pulling out the paint you were looking for.

Silently nodding his head in acknowledgment, Leon turned his focus to his surroundings again, admiring your choice in decor once more. He bought a nice decorative pillow for his couch yesterday after being here the first time.

You grabbed a few strips of thick white paper, running your thumb along its textured surface before setting them down. You told him to stay where he was as you set up a small art palette, little dollops of the paints sitting neatly in the circular grooves.

"I'm gonna make color swatches of your skin for myself." You spoke up as you suddenly turned and walked towards him, holding the palette in your left hand while holding the strips of paper and a small yet flat paintbrush in the right. "Also, I'll need to get a picture of you in the position you want, but I'll do that after all of-" you waved everything you're currently holding in a small circle. "-this."

Leon simply responded with an "oh, okay", his knee beginning to bounce as you quickly began to mix little bits of your paint together to get a simple pale skin tone down before you even attempted to match his.

As you worked, you were starting to grow nervous with the silence, and clearly the man in front of you was as well, given he had started to sweat slightly on his forehead. He wasn't nearly as conversational as the last two agents you painted.

"So.. you've earned yourself a portrait..." You smiled slightly, holding up the strip of paper you'd brushed your mixed paint on to see what colors to mix in next. "What'd you do to earn one?"

Leon hummed. It was hard to think about every mission he's gone on, all the horrors he bore witness to, the people he saved, the people he couldn't save, how it all started, and now the fact that he's done-

"Hey, woah, I'm sorry." The sound of your voice drew him away from his thoughts. "I didn't know that would be a.. sore subject for you." He blinked at you a few times, furrowing his eyebrows soon after. "What?"

You pulled the strip of paper away from his face, pulling your lips tight with a shrug of your shoulders at his response. "You suddenly looked mad. Like... really really mad. I thought you were gonna snap at me or-"

"No. It's just bittersweet, is all." Leon cut you off, waving his hand dismissively at you before nodding once down to the paint palette in your hand. "You can keep going."

You stayed frozen in your crouched position for a few seconds longer before continuing to swatch your paint. You kept silent, not wanting to seem like you were antagonizing him.

"I used to be just a cop." The man suddenly said, causing you to look up from where you were mixing your paints together. "Only for a single day, but I was a cop. Simple as can be."

You nodded, beckoning him to continue with a small smile, which he did. "I'm sure you've heard about some of that already though, since you worked with Claire not too long ago."

His comment caused you to let out a small "ohh" in sudden recognition, nodding your head again. "Yeah, that's right! She mentioned you on that, okay.."

Leon continued to talk about all of his missions vaguely, still having to keep confidentiality in mind. You let him drone on, having gotten his skin tone matched in a few different areas now. You stopped to scribble on the papers with the paint swatches, making sure to label where each tone came from on his face and hands.

You took note of how he circled back to his single day as a cop and to certain missions. His mention of saving the president's daughter had you immediately smiling. That was a straight ticket to earning his own portrait in that hall of the White House, he could've done just that his entire life and he still would've been seeing you at some point.

You focused on mixing your paint for a little while before noticing he had grown quiet, looking up to see him staring out the window, a faint orange glow from the sun rising highlighting his features. And his tears.

Growing concerned once again, you set down the paintbrush on the palette so you could place a gentle hand on his shoulder. It seemed he didn't notice that, too lost in his head to notice anything at this point.

"Hey..." You asked with a soft voice, your eyebrows furrowing with worry. "We don't have to talk about it anymore, you know..."

Finally, Leon looked back at you, eyes widening once he realized how watery his eyes were. He turned his head away so you didn't watch him wipe the tears that had fallen down his cheeks and use his sleeve to dry his eyes. It wasn't like him to be so easily bothered by this stuff.

"I just need one more color swatch and then you can go, okay? We can save the photo for another day." You gave the man a weak smile, one he didn't reciprocate. You understood.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but you filled in for him. "Seriously, it's no trouble at all. If you need more time then you need more time." Standing up from your crouched position, you left your half-finished color match swatch with the finished ones before walking over to set everything down on the desk.

You didn't want to crowd the poor man. That was probably the last thing he needed. Despite having only painted for a select few, you've learned to just step away from these retired agents when things would go awry. It was akin to a war veteran suffering from PTSD; they did almost have the same experiences as far as you could tell.

"I'm sorry."

Leon finally managed to say to you, his hands anxiously rubbing up and down on the tops of his thighs. Must be a nervous tick.

You angled yourself so you could see him while your body still faced the desk, smiling at him while your hands worked to neatly stack the strips of paper before clipping them together with a paper clip.

"There's absolutely no reason for you to apologize." You kept your smile as you responded to Leon, looking back down at your hands to make sure everything was put together properly. "You forget I strictly work with agents like yourself. From all the vague tellings, I know that the job is tough on you guys; body and mind."

It was weird having someone outside of the agency talk to him about this kind of stuff. It was weird for him to be bringing it up in the first place. Or, at least he felt like it was.

"Still, I should know better than to do that." Leon sighed, rubbing his hand along the side of his face before stroking his chin, scratching at the stubble growing.

"Know better than to do what? Let yourself process everything you've been through?" You spoke in almost a whisper. If your tone was any louder, you fear you'd come off as accusatory.

"I get it. Really, I do." Leon groaned quietly at your words, causing you to click your tongue. You grabbed your swivel chair and scooted it over so you could sit in front of him, and when you did, you brought your legs up to sit criss-cross just like yesterday, only there wasn't a table separating the two of you. You looked solemn. He didn't like where this was going.

"The whole point of painting you a portrait is to honor you and your work as an agent, but it's not just about getting yourself painted." You leaned forward in your chair, elbows resting on your knees, all the while keeping your voice hushed and gentle. "Seeing the portrait once it's finished is going to be an incredibly emotional ordeal. It's a reminder that this is truly the end of an era for you, Mr. Kennedy..."

Your words were really starting to strike a chord for Leon. He hadn't given it much thought. He didn't want to give it any thought at all. All he thought was "I'm just going to get myself a nice fancy portrait and be done with it". He didn't even consider what the portrait of him would actually symbolize.

"Oh." Was all Leon could muster, letting his gaze fall into his lap where his hands now sat clasped together. If it weren't for the comfortable environment you had set up here, he probably would've bolted ages ago.

You let him think everything over for awhile, wanting to give him all the time in the world. Clearly he needed something, but he wasn't allowing himself any sort of leeway.

It took some courage building internally, but you decided to stand up, taking the one step closer to him before placing your hand on his shoulder once more. You squeezed it a bit, bringing his attention back to you as he lifted his head up.

You attempted to smile at him, moving your hand off his shoulder so you could hold your arms out slightly. This man needed a hug and you were more than willing to offer the leeway he wasn't granting himself.

Leon stood up rather quickly which surprised you, and startled you just a bit, before feeling his large arms tightly wrap around you. It was a little awkward since he had to bend a bit to hug you properly, but it worked out in his favor, and yours too, since he got a better opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck.

He sighed happily when he felt your arms slowly wrap around his chest, doing your best to squeeze him for that extra bit of comfort, even rubbing up and down on his back. It had been so long since he had a real hug. It felt good.

You let him hug you for as long as he needed, which was longer than expected, but definitely not unwelcome by any means. Though, his warm breath against your neck and the smell of his cologne was causing you to blush. That's really the last thing you needed him to see after being so vulnerable and open with you.

You felt him start to pull his head away, prompting you to pat his back gently as an end to the hug. Despite the fact that it was faint, it was clear to you that he was blushing when you were finally able to look up at him.

You wanted to remain calm for Leon, letting out your nervousness through a quiet cough. "I know we've only met up twice, but if you ever need a change in scenery, just know that my workspace here is always open to you. I'm always open to you, okay?"

Your words were making him feel weird. Something he hasn't felt in a long time was creeping up his chest. Your smell lingering on his coat wasn't helping, either.

"Yeah-.. yeah, okay." Leon huffed through his nose, reaching up to scratch at the stubble underneath his jawline as he averted his gaze to the floor.

The sun was fully up now, so you walked over to where the light switches were next to the door, flipping them off. All your other ambient lights could be turned off later. For now, you needed to focus on the man still standing in front of that maroon chair.

"You can stay if you feel you need to, but I just want you to relax." You said, looking over at him as you heard his footsteps slowly walk past you to the living space.

"I'll head out." Leon bent over and grabbed his motorcycle helmet from where he'd set it down on the rug near the floor pillows. He placed his on his head as he walked over to where you stood next to the door, not really wanting anyone to look at his tear-stricken and red face any longer.

Once he finished fiddling with his helmet, you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, patting the top of it softly. "Text me when you're ready to come back over."

You couldn't see Leon's face anymore since he'd put the visor down, but you could definitely see him nod his head. He opened the door and let himself out, touching the side of the doorframe as he rounded the sharp corner and walked down the stairs.

After closing the door behind him, you started walking around your workspace to turn off all the lamps and other ambient lighting, pausing to listen to the sound of his motorcycle start up and drive off.

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tall child | i want you pt. 6

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pairings: older!natasha romanoff x young!fem reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: slight argument, heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha, dom!natasha & sub!reader, dirty talking, pet names, slight fluff, and angst - MINORS DNI.

notes: what you ask, you shall receive! also listen to “i want you” at the end of the chapter, trust me it’s worth it lol x 

I had anticipated the party at Felicia's house before I arrived. Only a few people were present; by "few people" I meant at least 20 people gathered around the house. Most of them were outside, swimming by the pool. The others were by the kitchen, where a single man serving them drinks appeared to be my dad's age. While watching MJ try her best to flirt with Felicia, who showed no interest, I was in the pool area with my feet in the water. Why would you go after someone who has no interest in you? I don’t understand the concept of that. You’re just wasting your time, leave before you get hurt.

I wasn’t an experience alcoholic drinker, I barely even drank half of the beverages that were served in the kitchen. Maybe it's because my tolerance for alcohol isn’t so great – I remember myself getting drunk for the first time and being woken up by my father laughing fondly at me. Oh, Y/n, he would say with a sigh. You’ve always been such a little girl. And maybe I was; which made me feel a little uncomfortable being here.

Yet I still drank half of the vodka that was in my glass.

I considered calling Natasha and asking her to drive me home, but she mentioned that she was going to play poker at an underrated bar in town. I was intrigued at first. Why would you play poker this late in the evening? Are you seeing someone else? Is some girl touching your crotch now since I'm not good at it? To be fair, though, I was also outside, and if I had those thoughts, I'd come off as hypocritical. I wonder what she thinks of me and what her thoughts may be when it comes to me. Did she like the way we kissed? How our hands touch under the dining table with my father around? I could still taste the saliva from her mouth, and it was sweet like a grape. Having these naughty thoughts tingles down my spine, it wouldn’t be the best idea to do it here out and open.

“Y/n.”

As I slowly turned around, I saw Bucky standing there with his yellow shirt open to reveal his bare chest. Before taking a sip, I grinned at him a little, hoping he wouldn't notice how I was cringing at the taste.

When I did not respond to him, he sat down next to me and removed one stick of tobacco from his shirt's small pocket. He gave me another look in the hopes that I would return at least one, but I did not. He sighed.

“How are you?”

I shrugged. “Doing okay I guess,” I finished my glass and felt myself wincing. I shouldn’t even be drinking this kind of alcohol, it makes me feel sick. “How about you?”

“Doing great now since you’re talking to me.”

“Are we supposed to be on speaking terms?”

“Y/n–”

“I know what you did the other day,” I told him, showing him that I’m not into small talk. He pursed his lips together and hung his head low. “You tried ruining us both, I thought you were my best friend?”

“My feelings for you don’t go away for a day,” he explained. “You expect me to be fine when she looks at you the way I look at you? No, of course not. You picked someone so old when you could have me to spend the rest of your life with. I think she’s using you only for pleasure, Y/n.”

“How do you even know that?” I couldn’t help but scoff under my breath, turning away from his face as I could see an agonizing pain from him – which I cannot endure. But when he said that Natasha might be using me, somehow that made me think. What if she was? What if I’m just some girl that she’ll take advantage of, and that I’m nothing special? That stung my heart, and I could feel my knees weaken from his statement.

Are you using me?

“You don’t think I hear you having sex with her in your room?” Bucky scoots closer to me, his lips trembling with anger or despair. “You don’t think that I haven’t seen her touching you by the waist? Or sometimes by your fucking ass? She’s using you!”

“Keep your voice down–”

“I would never use you like that,” he sighs, pinching his nose bridge. “I would never touch you the way she touches you, I don’t even think you like the way she does it.”

“But that’s none of your business!” I hissed at him, as I furrowed my eyebrows. Our conversation was getting intense, and I had this feeling to walk out. But I couldn’t. We both looked at our surroundings, and no one suspected us of having a short argument. Perhaps we weren’t so loud after all, since no one batted an eye. I kept our distance again and whispered to him, “I love her, and she loves me. She wouldn’t do something like that, I know her better than you do.”

He shrugged his shoulders and lit his cigarette before throwing it across the bushes. "Maybe you know her, but something in her eyes that screams evil," he continued. He made a poor choice by saying that. "Y/n, I love you. I doubt I'll ever love anyone else the way I love you. I will respect whatever relationship you have with her since I am still your best friend. Just... don't harm yourself. When it comes to her, be cautious.”

I wanted to stand up for her and convince him that Natasha wasn't like that. Whether or not we had sexual relations, she loved me unconditionally. She showed me numerous displays of affection that didn't require her to physically touch me, and they led to me falling in love with her. She is not at all what he has described her to be.

A moment of unbearable silence abrupt us both.

I added softly, entirely off-subject, "My mother has never reconciled with my father ever since they had a divorce,” I didn't need those sad expressions he gave me as he stared into my eyes. "And I've loathed my mother ever since. She was nothing but emotionally abusive towards me and doesn't have anything pleasant to say when it comes to my being. Natasha has been looking after me more than my mother has since I've been here. She cares about me and is always there. And when I needed her, where was she? Gone. She was there for me physically, but not emotionally. Simply put, Buck. But Natasha? She spares me the kind of suffering I've experienced."

Nothing else was said by him after that. Instead, he gave me a quick nod before getting up and heading off. I didn't chase him down or even shout his name. I simply sat there with my mouth open, thinking that if I had ever loved this boy, I never would have fallen in love with Natasha. Yet no matter how little of the world Natasha and I were a part of, I know I'll come back to her. There was nothing I could say to change the fact that we were both intended to be together.

I soon found myself back at Felicia's home. Bucky didn't bother to offer to drive me home, so MJ said she would. I offered to walk home, but she refused and grabbed her keys by the handle before leaving with me. While we were in the car, I thought heavily about what happened with Bucky a while ago. Although the drive was quiet, it wasn't uncomfortable. I listened to the music she liked on the radio and took in the nighttime sky as I imagined Natasha. For all of us, this summer was perfect. Maisy, our second maid, was chopping off leaves from our garden as my father was reading an ancient book that came from my grandfather. Natasha, meanwhile, simply sits next to him while sporting a nice expression and smoking a cigarette almost as an aesthetic. The people that were a part of my life this summer, whom I utterly cherish, are what I have enjoyed the most.

Especially that woman, that sane woman.

“Is he okay?” she asked, breaking our silence. “And you don’t seem drunk.”

“I could say the same with you.” I chuckled in response, causing her to laugh quietly as well.

“You and him have been always fighting, I don’t get it,” she said while turning her steering wheel. “Like, what are you two fighting about? Just tell me you’re gay, Y/n. Maybe then he’ll leave you alone.”

Despite being a closeted bisexual, MJ made me feel protected. Perhaps I should have told her that I could fall deeply in love with a woman, but it didn't feel appropriate to say it now, especially since we were both drunk. Yet my mouth spoke differently.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll tell him that.”

She smiled, shaking my left shoulder gently.

“I’m sure he won’t mind.”

If she only knew that I was in love with a 38-year-old woman, then she would react in a different way.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I know he won’t.” that was the biggest lie that I’ve ever said.

I entered my room, tossed my tote bag on the floor, and flopped onto my bed to smell the fresh sheets Maisy had just changed. Tomorrow might be a better day for me, maybe my father would make something nice for breakfast, or fish at the sea with Natasha and the rest of them since that's something that we enjoyed doing. MJ might invite me over to do something fun, I don't know. My mind was clouded with exhaustion.

As I began to breathe slowly, I heard the door being closed. Too tired to turn, I whispered: “Who is it?”

“Hi, detka,” the woman that I’d been thinking about not nearly 15 minutes ago was in my room, and it made my night entirely better because she was here. I turned my head slowly and smiled at her before she got into bed with me and gave me a small kiss on the head. “I’ve missed you today.”

“Missed you too, Tasha.” I sat up with a groggy look and hugged her tight, smelling her scent. Did she drink tonight? I thought to myself. Before I could even ask, Natasha lifts up my chin and looks down at me with the most sultry eyes I’ve ever seen. “Tasha? Are you okay?”

She sighs under her breath and pushes me back down onto the bed gently, kissing my mouth with hunger as she does so. “Yeah,” she murmured while fondling my breasts over my shirt. “I just… I need you tonight.”

“What’s going on? Did something happen tonight?”

She simply shakes her head as she keeps her tongue slithering inside of my mouth. Our kiss was so intensely needy and desperate that I could hardly even comprehend it. I gently pushed away from her chest as I worriedly eyed her, but when she looked at me with those hooded eyes, I knew she wanted to fuck me right then.

“Tash, are you sure about this? You look–”

She pleaded with me imploringly, "Please," tucking her hand into my shirt and squeezing my left breast. I whimpered in return. “I'm begging you to let me make love to you tonight… please.”

How was I going to refuse her? Of course, I also desired to have sex with her. I cupped both of her cheeks and nodded, kissing her briefly before her hands assaulted my naked breasts again. As she continues to kiss my neck with her tongue flat against my skin, I notice that her eyes are closed. I shivered, not because I didn't want the kiss, but rather because the intensity of the experience made me want her to take me right there. But as soon as she lowered her sweatpants and bounced her cock in the air, my needs were satisfied.

“You want me, baby?” her voice was huskier this time, and I could feel myself getting wet from it. She swiftly removes my shorts, along with my underwear, and spreads my wet folds apart. “You want me to fuck you now? Oh, I’ve been wanting to be inside you for days…”

We didn’t have sex for the past week since everyone was at our house. But since my father was asleep and it was just the two of us, she immediately took this opportunity to fuck me in my bed – alone in the dark of my cold room. As my eyes were shut tight, I felt her hand gripping my jaw gently – asking silently to open them again.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” she demands, but not to the point that her voice is scary. I nodded in reply, my breath trembling as she slowly pumps her dick. “You know that I love you, right?”

“O-Of course,” I replied, biting my lower lip as she dragged the tip of her cock through my folds in an up-and-down motion, teasing me with that sinister grin. “Oh, god–Natasha–”

“Shh,” her thumb presses against my lips as she spits on her other hand, spreading it along with her penis while her eyes were looking down at me. My god, I think I’ve never seen this version of her before. “It’s okay, ‘m here. Daddy won’t hurt you, I just need to be inside of you right now…”

Before I could even utter a word, she slowly slipped her cock inside of me as we both groaned about how good it felt to experience this kind of sex once more. She moans into my neck, whispering: “Fuck, you’re still so tight. I could barely move inside of you, oh god…”

“Tasha,” I murmured into her ear as my nails scratched her back, her shirt still on. “You’re so big!”

“Shhh,” her lips met with mine once more as she pulled out slowly, then thrusting back in with much force this time. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Never notice how wet you are for me, you wanted this too… don’t you?”

I nodded, whispering with a moan, “Yes! Yes, you feel so good inside of me–Oh god, go faster!”

We could only hear my bed squeaking and quietly banging against the wall as she rocked her hips against my skin. Since we typically make a lot of noise when having sex, I was surprised by how quiet we were this time. I held her tight in my arms as she thrust into me at a faster pace, her thrusting was more different. It felt like she was in a hurry, or that she needed to release that quickly. So I lifted up her head and asked, “Take it slow, Tash. We have the time in the world.”

“Can’t,” she replied back with a whimper. “I just–Fuck, just need you right now sweet girl.”

She clung to me while repeatedly pulling her cock out of me as she observed the connection between our sexes. Natasha had a thing for watching us fucked, it was as if it was her favorite thing in the world – and I could be right. The room started to fill with the sound of our skin, and the moisture started to warm up. Once more, our lips met, and I felt her tongue brush up against mine. My body began to feel like it was heating up like a kettle. Natasha pushed thrust after thrust into me, as if I were a balloon about to burst.

Her hands were now on my hips, forcefully gripping my skin, and huffed each time her cock was hitting my spot. I felt overwhelmed by this feeling, and there was nothing I could do but hold her close and let it all happen.

“I love you,” she whimpered with a deeper voice, snapping her hips back and forth against my mind as I felt her entire length inside of me, making me whine in desperation. “I love you so much, detka. I don’t want a-anything else but you, o-only you…”

Each time she thrusts into me hard, I could hear the squelching sound coming from our joined sexes. Her gaze on me was heavy, as if she was hungry for more and I couldn’t help but give her the same look, since I felt the same way that she did. A low hum escaped from her mouth when I clenched around her dick, her hips stuttering for a bit.

“I love you too,” I whispered breathlessly. “I’ll always love you.”

Natasha's eyes were closed and she thrusts into me at a much faster pace, her hips rising. As she pursued her orgasm, she grabbed the sheet next to my head, her groans growing louder and faster. “Just like that,” she cried. “Keep taking it for me, j-just like that… Oh god!”

The bed was starting to creak loudly, and I patted her upper arm to keep ourselves quiet. She sees my hand and decides to give me a strong kiss instead, though it was sloppier than usual. “This pussy belongs to me,” Natasha panted on my lips. “All mine, okay? Not Bucky’s, mine.”

“Yours!” I moaned quietly, biting my lip hard that I could feel the coil taste on my tongue. “J-Just yours, Oh god–please!”

She stutters her hips and says, "I'm here," as she buries her head in my neck and forces her cock firmly back inside of me – her balls tighten with orgasm. “Fuck, I’m here. Just stay like that, yeah…”

I came around her cock, crying out with my eyes closed tightly. She touches my cheek with her hand and kisses the corner of my mouth, flopping herself on top of me. Our chest heaved while she lazily thrusts her cock inside of me, eventually pulling out with a sloshing sound. I looked down and saw her dick twitching, and I smiled fondly at it.

Natasha hugged me that night and slept next to me after our passionate encounter. She still had her head buried in my neck, and her leg was wrapped around my waist. Looking up at the ceiling, I held her in my arms and realized that everything we did was driven by an insatiable need for one another. I noticed her mouth was slightly gaping when I looked to my side. It made me want to reach out and touch it. She wasn't a restless sleeper, so I refrained from doing so.

“I love you,” I whispered to her slumbered self, smiling blissfully. “I love you, and I’m sure that I’m all yours until the end.”

The house was once again crowded, and this time I was irritated. My father kept inviting his colleagues, and as much as I wanted him to be happy, I also felt lonely with him because I haven't spent enough time with him since Natasha entered the scene. As I strolled down our house's hallway, I noticed Maisy making Natasha's bed. This made me concerned; it was as if she had departed without saying goodbye. "Where's Natasha?" I said as I walked past her room.

“Went out for a walk,” Maisy replied tossing her dirty sheets into the basket. “She was trying to find you a while ago, but you were still asleep.”

I let out a huff. “Oh,” I sat on the foot of her bed and placed my hand against the mattress. “When will she come back?”

“She mentioned around late noon, since she looked like she was in a rush,” she rubs the sweat off her forehead, and I decided to help her with the laundry basket – but she refused me to do so. I still don’t understand why she treats me like a kid still. “No, don’t do that! Your father will be angry if he sees you helping me.”

“But you’ve been with us ever since I was a baby.”

“And you'll always be a baby in my eyes," Maisy laughed, leaving me alone in the room. I stood up and quietly shut the door, hearing it click. I was finally alone in her room, with no one to bother me. I clung to myself on her naked mattress, desperate for her to return and kiss me again. Our sex a few weeks ago wasn't enough for me; I needed more of her like a hungry little bitch. But instead, I was all alone – just like any other summer back at home.

A few moments passed, and I suddenly felt nauseous. So I went to the kitchen to grab myself a tab of paracetamol and drank it with water, then went back to my room and rested. But by the end of the day, I still felt even more sick than usual. I was surprised that I still had more energy in me as I walked to Natasha’s door and knocked. And when she opened it, she gave me a huge smile on her face.

“Hey,” she greeted, brushing her short hair away from her forehead. “Maisy told me that you were feeling sick all day, are you alright?”

“I don’t know,” I murmured, holding my stomach together with my arms. “Just feel like I want to vomit.”

“Sweetheart, do you want me to call your dad?” she worriedly placed her hands on my shoulder as she took me back to my room, and I shook my head in reply. “Are you on your period right now?”

“I think so,” even though I haven’t checked my underwear today, I have a feeling that my period has started. “It’s okay, Tash. I can take care of myself from here.”

She merely lets out a small sigh before gently kissing my forehead and enfolding me in a cozy hug. She whispered "I love you." into my ear like a baby in a swaddle. It was pleasant to hear her utter those three little sentences once more. She looks down at me while stroking the back of my hair while having those brilliant green eyes. "Are you certain you'll look after yourself? I have to spend tonight with your father because of work and other stuff."

“I’ll be okay, I promise.”

That evening, she left with my father, leaving me once more by myself in my bedroom. After I realized there wasn't any blood on my underwear, I made the decision to use the restroom and urinate. Strange, I observed. I was supposed to have my period this morning.

I then remembered my experience with Natasha from a few weeks earlier, and I realized I had sex with her without using any form of contraception. I gazed in the mirror, terrified, but decided to remain cool because I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. Fortunately, there was a pregnancy test in the drawers since my father had added them in case of emergency and took the test.

Nine minutes later, I checked the test and it was revealed positive.

Positive.

My eyes widened, and I suddenly felt more sick than ever. I was pregnant, with Natasha’s baby.

With her baby, I’m having a child with her.

I sat on the floor, the test clenched on my fingers, my mind racing with plans to tell her about it. Would she be upset with me because I was careless? Will she accept that I won't be able to have this baby right now? I wailed quietly into the corner, feeling my world darken with horror.

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To Hell And Back

smut; dean winchester, spn

Four months without Dean was worse than any pain you’d ever went through. Somehow, someway, he’s back from Hell and in your arms again, and the two of you are left to pick up the pieces. But first, there’s something both of you need - each other.

Warnings: character “death”, grief, crying, fingering, p in v

It was the sort of pain that didn't go away, no matter how much healing I put into it. It was something that lingered, memories that would haunt my dreams and cloud my mind. It was a pain that pulled at my heart, trying to drag me towards him no matter how impossible it was.

Watching my boyfriend get ripped apart and dragged down to Hell was an image that would forever be embedded in my head. Four months ago, Dean's time had run out - he had sold his soul, and he had to face the repercussions.

I couldn't even be mad at him for making the deal, because he only did it to save Sam's life. But now, everything was falling apart without him. I'd spent the last four months at Bobby's, who hardly trusted me alone half of the time. Sam had went off by himself, taking his grief out through hunting and God knows what else.

Downstairs, I heard a clatter from the kitchen. It wouldn't have caught my attention, other than the fact that Bobby wasn't home, so it couldn't be him. Although I hadn't hunted in months and I was most definitely rusty, I still had the same instincts as always. I grabbed a knife from my nightstand and crept downstairs.

The first thing I thought was a demon, coming to get revenge on either Bobby or me for something. And since Bobby wasn't here, it was up to me. In the back of my mind, I could hear Dean, walking me through each step.

When I emerged at entrance of the living room, my feet locked in place. The knife slipped from my hand, clattering against the hardwood and catching the attention of the person in front of me. Whoever - or whatever - it was looked exactly like my late boyfriend.

But it couldn't be Dean, because I had seen him die. I had buried his body alongside Sam and Bobby.

"No..." I murmured, shaking my head and taking a step back.

Dean's hand reached out for me, but he paused when I flinched away. "Y/N..."

I closed my eyes, feeling the tears brimming them fall down my face. "You're not him..."

"Y/N, it's me..."

Everything in my nature told me to throw my knife at him and grab the nearest flask of holy water, but I couldn't move. Whether it was Dean or not, I didn't have the strength to kill him. He was my greatest weakness, and it had never been more obvious.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered. "I'm going crazy... You're dead..."

My eyes flicked back up to Dean and my face softened. He took a few steps forward - almost hesitantly - and wrapped his arms around me.

His embrace shot electricity through my veins. It was like revisiting a drug I'd been sober from for months. For the first time in four months, I felt completely and utterly safe.

I knew it was something that should've been impossible - my dead boyfriend coming back from Hell. But when he kissed me, a soft peck over my lips, I knew it was him. He was scared to upset me, making sure to carefully formulate each move, but the kiss was enough to prove himself to me. I knew Dean like the back of my hand. I knew how he felt, how he tasted.

When he pulled away, he rested his hand against my cheek and cradled my face. He took a moment to look me over, like he was trying to remember every small detail about me.

"How...?" I breathed.

"I don't know, baby," he told me, resting his forehead against mine. "I don't know..."

Out of all the emotions I felt, relief was the most prominent. It washed away any sense of confusion or pain I felt, and suddenly, my lips were on his. My kiss was hungry, trying to make up for months worth of time. He gasped in surprise, taking it as his cue to grab the back of my thighs. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Upstairs," I managed to tell him. "Spare bedroom..."

He was just as urgent as I was. There was no time to ask questions or stare in shock. I had Dean again, and I wasn’t going to let go until he reminded me of the things I'd been missing so badly. He was the same, craving the feeling of me in every way possible. He hadn't even had time to ask about where Sam was - which was an important conversation that we'd have later.

I thanked God that Bobby was gone and we had the house to ourselves, because there was no way either of us were waiting. Dean carried me upstairs and into the room I'd resided in for those terrible weeks. He set me on the bed - the bed that I'd spent countless hours sobbing, begging, and screaming in.

"I missed you so much," he said softly.

There was so many things I wanted to ask, like if he was okay or needed anything. But I could see it in his eyes - what he needed was this. I was sure he wanted to forget, because I could only imagine how bad it was for him. He could talk to me on his own terms, but what we needed now was each other.

"I waited for you," I told him. I flipped over so I was positioned on his lap, pinning him down underneath me.

He tensed under the feeling of me pressing myself against his waist, just like he'd always done. I had almost forgotten how it felt to make love to Dean, all the little details that I loved so much.

"Good," he praised. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to take care of you... Let me make up for it."

Shaking my head, I replied, "No. I'm taking care of you tonight."

Dean always put me first. He tried his hardest to reassure me in any way he could, to distract me from the bad things that surrounded us. It was an instinct for him to take care of me, but I wanted him to know that it was okay when he needed it, too. He didn't argue as I began pulling his shirt off, because I think he knew it, too.

In the dim light of the room, I saw the outline of a handprint on his upper arm. I furrowed my eyebrows, reaching out to gently place my hand over top of it. For a moment, Dean seemed nervous, like he was about to flinch. It was like he wanted to hide from my gaze, but the moment my skin touched his, he relaxed.

Other than that scar, his body was the same as it always was. He had no scars from the hellhounds, no remaining injuries. He'd been completely healed. He was the same Dean I'd had before.

I leaned down to lock my lips on his neck. My hands snuck down to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips, kicking his pants off. He slipped his hands under my shirt and quickly discarded it. While I worked my hips against his, he ran his hands over my body, reminiscing in all the times we'd done this before.

"I love you," I said, a reminder I was sure he'd missed hearing. I began to remove his boxers, using my hand to teasingly hold him.

"I love you," he repeated between deep breaths. His hand reached for mine and he grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand out of his boxers. Suddenly, I was beneath him and he was pulling my shorts off with fervor.

I breathed his name, surprised by the way he'd taken control so quickly. He grinned at the sound of the word leaving my lips, and he said, "This won't even begin to make up for lost time, but let me start?"

Of course, I nodded. There had been so many nights that I would've died just to see him again, to feel him once more. There was no way I was missing an opportunity now.

He ran one of his fingers over me, feeling how wet I was. For a few minutes, he used his fingers to explore inside of me while he softly moved his lips against mine. It took mere seconds for him to relearn exactly how my body worked. Once he had, he removed his fingers, only to replace them with his cock.

The feeling of him pushing into me was still so familiar. I exhaled sharply, overwhelmed in the best way possible. He buried his face in my neck, pausing for a moment to allow us both to relish in the feeling. My fingers traced circles at the base of his neck and I kissed the side of his head softly.

He began moving, slowly at first. His mouth was busy leaving marks around my neck, but I was focused on the rhythm of his hips. With each thrust, he got rougher, sending waves of pleasure through me. My mouth was open and I gasped every time he moved. It was like all my senses were heightened now, having gone so long without him.

It didn't take long for me to feel tears brim my eyes while I thought about how much I'd missed this - missed him. How I thought I'd never experience this again. I loved him more than life itself, and watching him die - screaming for me and Sam - was something that would always haunt my dreams. But somehow, someway, he was back and I had him again. Emotions and pleasure were flooding my veins, and I couldn't help but blink a few tears away.

Dean heard me and he lifted his head, wiping my tears away with his thumb. His movements never stopped, but he analyzed my face, looking for any signs that he should. I quickly sniffled and smiled softly, showing him that everything was okay. I was more than okay, and that's why I was crying.

"I just missed you," I assured him in a whisper.

"I'm here now," he said against my lips.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hand between my legs. His fingers rubbed small circles over my clit, building my release and bringing me closer to the edge.

"You don't ever have to worry about losing me again," he added.

It wasn't a promise he could make, and we both knew that. But in the moment, it was exactly what I needed to hear. My body went limp in his arms and I gasped for air as I came undone. Dean grunted at the feeling of me tensing around him and I felt his hips falter. Latching my lips over his pulse was enough to make him finish, and I took the time to leave a mark behind - something he would surely admire later.

He laid beside me in bed, keeping his arm around my waist. It was like he was scared to let go of me, but I didn't mind.

"Where's Sam?" he asked. "And Bobby?"

"Bobby's out, he'll be back soon. Sam... well, he's hunting."

"He went off by himself?"

"Bobby and I both tried convincing him to stay here," I told him. "But he insisted on leaving. I tried going with him, but... Bobby didn't let me, and Sam convinced me to stay. It’s a long story.”

That was enough to tell Dean just how bad things were after he died. He fell silent, replaying my words in his head.

"I'm sorry," he finally said.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I answered, shaking my head.

"No... You shouldn't have had to see what you did. I put you through all of this."

"You did it to save Sam," I reminded him softly. "That's not something to apologize for. I have you back, and Sammy's still alive, so it's a good day, Dean."

"I was so worried about you," he admitted.

"Bobby took care of me." I smiled at him, running my hand through his hair. "And when Sam was here, we took care of each other. We're all okay, now."

"We need to find Sammy," he said, tracing the small scar on my hip.

"We will. But first, I think we need to explain a couple of things to Bobby."

"Oh, that'll be fun," he murmured, making me laugh.

There was so much that still needed to be done, things that needed to be figured out and questions that needed to be answered. But that half hour was what Dean and I needed in order to move forward. We needed that reminder that our love was unbreakable, that we'd always find our way back to each other. Now, we'd continue doing what we'd always done - regroup with Sam and figure things out, as a family.

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Winter Outside (m) BBH

Part of Series: Love Coach [Lev.1] (m)

Full Masterlist: Love Coach series masterlist

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

ITnerd!Baekhyun, established relationship, slice of life, fluff domestic af, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, s o f t

Word Count: ~1.8k

Author’s Note: Well HELLO my dear sweetheartsss~ I know I took a while BUT I am finally coming with an early Christmas gift to all of you LoveCoach!Baek lovers!! Trust me, it was worth waiting for winter to get this 🔥😊 Also yay for the 500+ of you following my crazy little blog, I'm very happy to welcome each and every one of you here. Lots of other things coming, so stick around and let's go along this journey together 💕 Also just 1.5 months until Baek comes back, what in the world am I gonna do?? Spontaneously combust??

P. S. This story is part of series tagged above. I recommend starting with the series, however, you can probably enjoy this as a separate piece:)

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Summary: Working from home would be much more comfortable if it wasn’t so damn cold in your apartment. But there’s two of you, and multiple ways to keep warm.

Network Tags: @superm-net @bbh-net @exo-writers-net

‘It’s not working, why isn’t it working?’ You grumbled, kicking the small heater with the tip of your fluffy house slipper.

An ‘ouch’ followed, and Baekhyun lifted his head to watch you jump on one foot.

‘Baby,’ he scolded, readjusting his computer glasses. ‘I told you, it’s out for good. The new one will arrive tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow is a day too late! I’m going to freeze to death today,’ you exclaimed, still eyeing the non-functioning machine. ‘I haven’t been this useless since my intern years. We’ve spent what, half a day trying to fix this thing? Ugh!’

Turning around, you met his grinning eyes.

‘It’s not funny,’ you pouted, still stepping closer to him, as if he had a magnetic field around him. ‘You know I hate when it’s too cold.’

‘I know.’ He confirmed, lifting the heavy duvet off of his shoulder to invite you to his little cave. ‘You’ve been groaning all day.’

‘Damn right!’ You huffed, diving forward and sinking into his side just as he wrapped the comforter around you. ‘Oh my god, you’re so warm…’

He grunted as you curled into him, icy fingers digging into his waist.

‘Agh- do you have any blood flow in there?’ He nagged, putting his laptop down to cover your hands with his warm palms.

‘No,’ you mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

The ice-cold tip of your nose gave him a start.

‘Jesus, Y/N! Why are you all frozen already?’

You bellyached, digging deeper into his body in a quest for revitalizing warmth.

‘I told you, I can’t deal with these temperatures… And you’re a living heater,’ you added softly, pressing your lips to his hot smooth skin.

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun sighed, glancing at his laptop. ‘I need to finish something real quick-’

‘No.’

You protested firmly, attaching yourself to him like a giant snuggly koala. The sound you made was probably just as scary.

Your boyfriend’s palm ran up and down your back slowly, and you shivered from the pleasurable sensation.

‘I promise to carry on my service as your heater right after I send out thi-’

‘Baek-hyun-n.’ Your voice was low, and he gulped, looking at his desktop almost in desperation.

The screen reflected in his lenses.

‘But this is important-’

‘Aren’t I important?’ You counterattacked.

It wasn’t that you had no respect for his job. But you knew he was way too responsible, and the prototype he was finishing up was probably due in another week, if not two. He could take his sweet time perfecting it tomorrow, after your heating was back up. Today, however, with your working hours well over, he needed to drop his bone and focus his attention on something else.

‘You’re the most important,’ he responded without hesitation, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. ‘But can I just-’

‘I need you,’ you muttered through a pout, and Baekhyun’s cache instantly cleared, all things IT erased at once.

It was a dirty trick, yes, but you didn’t care since your survival was at stake here. If he was the main source of warmth in this house, you weren’t going to share him with his laptop anymore. Letting him ‘finish up’ was out of the question as well. Knowing him… he’d stay on it for hours until he’d be ready to send it to his supervisor.

‘What is it, my little cinnamon bun?’ He snickered as you pinched his side for the mockery.

‘Make me warm,’ you demanded, arms still tight around his waist.

If there was a way to tangle, or melt yourself deeper into him, you would’ve gladly tried it.

Baekhyun shut his work laptop, barely able to move it to the nightstand with you gripping him with all you got. As soon as his precious PC was safely tucked away, his attention was on you again, and you felt his lips press to the crown of your head.

You murmured in response, moving your cheek up to look at him. His gaze met yours with more warmth, and you slowly sat up, braced by his arms. Not saying a word, you lifted your hand up to trace the rim of his glasses before removing them.

Baekhyun licked his lips in meek anticipation and stayed silent. His palms continued stroking your back leisurely, not allowing the cool air outside your cocoon to bite your skin.

You caressed his face before placing a playful smooch onto his cheek, eliciting a giggle. His arms were so snug and comfortable that you almost forgot about the winter outside, breathing his calming scent in and planting more featherlight kisses onto his skin.

‘Mmh, what’s this…’ Baekhyun’s question trailed off as your lips made contact with his, not colliding fully, only teasing.

His face followed yours, trying to gain more contact, and you moved down his jaw to leave a small mark on his sensitive neck. Soon giving into his attempts to catch your mouth, you leaned in for a kiss. An array of goosebumps ran up your spine while his tongue danced with yours. Your kiss was slow, dragged out, and you were almost sinking into this cozy mess of you and him and the thick warm covers around you.

‘B-Baek-hyun…’ You stuttered impatiently, inviting him to take matters into his own hands.

Lying back on the pillows with you still on top of his thighs, he lowered his hands from your back to your hips. You jerked them forward, pleasantly surprised by the flutter of his lashes and the hazy look in his eyes. He was always so quick to be affected.

‘Come ‘ere,’ Baekhyun whispered, and you bent forward to meet his lips again before he took his turn grinding on you.

This time, however, he held your hips steady to increase the friction. You let out a tiny whimper that nearly made him lose his mind. Noticing how strong his grip on you became, you swayed your ass again, amplifying the effect of his movements.

If you were to pay attention, you’d have noticed the instantaneous spike in temperature caused by your heated bodies. But at that moment, you were consumed by the firm grind of your hips and Baekhyun’s panting.

‘Shit,’ you gritted, biting your lip as you noticed the flush in his cheeks. ‘I really want to get down to it… But won’t we get cold without clothes?’

Baekhyun chuckled.

‘You think I won’t make you break a sweat without this hoodie?’ His hands, as if wanting to prove a point, quickly rid you of said clothing item.

Giving him a skeptical look as you fixed your hair afterwards, you shook your head.

‘The tee stays.’

‘As you wish,’ he agreed, coercing you into lying down next to him. ‘But the pants have to go.’

Gasping at the loss of your clothes, you quickly wrapped yourself around your loveable heater.

‘Babe, I need to take them off too…’ Baekhyun murmured as you nuzzled his neck again, trying to collect his warmth.

‘Just roll them down, who cares? I don’t care,’ you muttered, melting as his plump lips examined your skin.

‘Hm? I thought you hated clothed sex,’ he teased, reaching down to get rid of his sweats.

‘Now I’m preserving my life. Otherwise… who’d want to keep clothes on when their boyfriend has a body like that?’

‘Stop teasing,’ Baekhyun pouted, kicking his pants off under the duvet. ‘You know I haven’t been exercising properly while working remotely. And with the delicious food you’ve been feeding me…’

‘So? I’ve gained some weight too. More than ‘some’, even.’

Your hand found his length, making him gasp.

‘Not a fair comparison. It only made you… sexier,’ he sighed, and you snickered.

‘You think I don’t find you sexy?’

Squeezing his already hard cock, you watched him run his hand through his hair frantically. He was so easy.

‘Y/N…’ He latched onto your hip as you pressed his leaking tip to your folds and rubbed it against them languidly.

‘What? Eager to get to your workout?’ Your teasing was then interrupted by his impatient thrust.

Whimpering in surprise, you gripped his forearm to steady yourself. Baekhyun actually liked to start slow, giving you a taste of what those hips could do, and slow worked fine for you. Still wrapped around his waist, you enjoyed the heat of his body and opted to laze about, letting your boyfriend do all the work for tonight.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but you endured lying on your side, unwilling to interrupt the flow. Baekhyun’s hand crept under your (actually, his) shirt, exploring the curves of your body vigorously. Closing your eyes, you tensed your leg, pressing him closer to you. This was perfect. You were finally hot rather than cold, and your lover’s sporadic breaths in your ear only made you heat up further.

But Baekhyun had a different plan for you. Pulling you up to get you on top of his thighs, he gripped at your waist to hold you in place while thrusting.

‘Baek-’ You cried out, a sudden clench in your core catching you off guard.

He was getting you there so fast.

‘Fuck-’ He gritted, eyes tightly shut as he rammed into you at full speed.

‘Shit, don’t slow down…’ Whimpering, you went along with his pace, meeting his jerky movements halfway.

‘Agh- damn, Y/N-ie, you need to come right now, or else-’

‘Or what?’ You panted, breath uneven from the hits of his pelvis.

He growled, fucking into you with no mercy now, and you could only gasp for air with your release quickly approaching.

‘A- ah, god!’ You went into high pitch as the heaviness in your lower belly went off with an explosive orgasm.

Baekhyun sighed in relief, watching you get finished off by his hips, and focused on his own sensations. Before you regained understanding of your surroundings, he was holding onto you again and flooding your insides with warmth.

Both of you took the next few minutes to just breathe and wait for the whirlwind inside your bodies to die down. Baekhyun’s hands were back to caressing your spine, and you hummed content with your cheek pressed to his chest and arm hugging his shoulder.

The silence lasted strangely long, but neither of you were disturbed by it. Being in the position you were in now, you couldn’t be bothered to maintain the after-sex conversation.

Finally warm and comfy, you couldn’t help but blink sleepily as you looked up to face him. Baekhyun smiled down at you with that soft smile of his, but then his expression faltered, letting you know he was thinking something naughty.

‘Out of all the ways to keep warm… You chose the best one.’

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! I miss replying to your asks and reblogs, so I hope we have fun chatting after you finish this piece ❤️

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A/N = There were some parts of this I was like, hoo! 🥵. Hope you guys enjoy. This took me for-frickin-ever to fine-tune.

C/W = P -> V. Brief masturbation. Sweet names, y/n / reader called "Mama" once or twice. An overly dramatic origami reference. Enjoy!

ღ Sweet Dreams ღ

● It was after 2:30 in the morning when Geto got off work. Being a tow truck driver, though, odd hours come with the territory.

● He was hoping you'd still be awake when he got back to the loft. You were, but tonight, you didn't want him to know that.

● As you heard the deep rumble of his motorcycle, you positioned yourself so you were facing away from the door, and the first thing he'd see was your barely covered backside.

● It was cold in the loft in the winter, so he installed a heating system that made it feel like the desert mid-hot season. You had a couple of windows cracked so you could hear the rain slapping the asphalt. And so you wouldn't suffocate. When Geto did something, he didn't do it half-assed.

● You heard him park his bike in the garage and open the door to the lower-level entryway. He hung his helmet and started up the stairs. He always meant to miss the creaky one, but 9 times out of 10, he would step on it. "God – goddamnit. I need to fix that." He complained. But you were always able to count the steps as he ascended, knowing after the creaky spot, there were 11 more to go until the landing and the large metal sliding door.

● He slid the door open as softly and quietly as he could manage. The building was over 150 years old, though. Some things would just never be the same. But you loved this place. And what Geto's baby wants, his baby gets.

● He walked in to find you lying on top of the bed in your designated 'bedroom space.' He was surprised he didn't wake you. You were usually a light sleeper. But he chalked it up to you getting used to his late-night noises. He kicked his boots off and made his way to the bed. His bare toes padded across the hardwood floor to see you. And despite looking the part of a dreamer, you were very much awake.

● The billboard across the street cast the space in a red glow. Your skin looked pink to him, and it made him want to taste you.

● The mere availability of your body was making the growing bulge in his pants a noticeable nuisance. He would have to do something about it. Or wake you and have you do something about it.

● He unzipped the top half of his coveralls and pulled them down to rest just below his waistline. He took off his grease-stained undershirt and tossed it in the dirty clothes basket.

● You shuffled slightly, moving onto your back. You positioned one leg bent and the other outstretched.

● Geto stood in just his coveralls, half hanging off of him. Then he took a step towards you.

● "Baby ... I'm home. Are ... you awake? Babe?"

● He started rubbing your foot. You were always such a sucker for a foot massage.

● It was so hard not to giggle when he hit your ticklish spots. But you knew it would be in your interest to persevere. What came after would be well worth the mild suffering.

● Your breathing changed a little and he thought you might be coming around.

● "Y/n? Baby?" He grunted in frustration. All he wanted was you. He thought about you all day at work. The picture of you he kept on the visor is what kept him going tonight til quitting time.

● It was an arduous day: He had to tow 2 semis to the city over from where he worked. It was cold and rainy. He didn't want to be out in that shit. Rain was better when you were inside looking out.

● He needed to be home with you. Cuddled up. Kissing. Sucking. Fondling. Fucking.

● He slid his hands up underneath your legs, massaging the muscles.

● His cock was strained so tightly against his clothing. He felt like a noose was wrapped around his neck.

● Geto stood up and pulled his coveralls the rest of the way off. Leaving just his black briefs on.

● "It makes you look so mysterious. Dangerous, even." You'd say, laughing as he pretended to attack you. Biting at your neck and breasts.

● He went back to your bare legs, continuing to massage the warm limbs.

● "Fuck, baby. Please wake up for me. I wan'cha."

● You took a deep breath. Stretching your arms over your head, exposing the rounded bottoms of your breasts as his cut-off tank top rode up your belly.

● "Oh, hey, baby." You looked at the twitching bulge in his underwear and smiled.

● "When did ya get home?" Knowing full well the moment he walked into the large space.

● Geto climbed on top of you, laying between your legs.

● He looked down at the wet spot in your pink panties and smiled through kissing you.

● "Havin' a good dream, baby?" He laughed.

● You pulled all of his weight down onto you. He felt so good, resting on you. Smashing your small body into the too-soft mattress.

● "Jus' dreamin' 'bout you, hot stuff."

● He laughed at your dumb term of endearment and pressed his covered cock into you.

● You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to your face. You didn't kiss him, but the two of you looked at each other as his hips rolled slowly into your frustratingly inaccessible cunt.

● "Hold on." Geto said. He reached up and pulled your arms down, one at a time, and plastered kisses from your neck down to your belly.

● Taking your panties into his teeth, he snapped the elastic against your tender skin.

● "Ow! What –" He started kissing and licking at the pinkened flesh. "What the ffffuck, God, Suguru ... that – hmmm" You hummed. Letting the slight assault slide because he was making it all better.

● You laid back on your elbows to watch him kiss your inner thighs. Hair had come out of the messy bun it was in and pooled around his beautiful face. So you brushed it aside. And he looked into your eyes as he licked a light trail to your pussy.

● "D'ya forgive me now, Mama?" He pulled your weaponized panties the rest of the way down off of your hips, knees, and feet, throwing them onto the floor.

● "Oh shit," you said as you fell back onto the pile of pillows as he gave your clit tiny but firm licks.

● He lifted his head for a moment. "Well, would ya look at that. You're so wet for me already. So wet for this ..."

● He slipped 2 fingers inside of you and curled them up. Rubbing that one spot that drives you deeper into his clutches.

● You raised your hips a little to meet his hand and mouth.

● "Mm-mm, let me."

● Relaxing your body back into the bed, he began the painfully slow push/pull of his fingers. You could feel your hot walls closing down on him with each sweep of his fingers.

● "Su–, fas–faster, please, baby." You begged, but he wanted this to last.

● Pulling his fingers out of you, he stuck them in his mouth and sucked your juices off of them. He climbed on top of you and began kissing your chest.

● "Ah – Su, my tits are sensitive. Be careful." He made a fake pouty face at your plea and kissed where he'd been too rough with his teeth.

● "Better?" He asked in a slightly patronizing tone. He sucked on your nipples slowly. The one that wasn't in his mouth was in his large, grease-stained hand.

● He inched up to meet your gaze. His briefs are getting completely wet from pressing into you.

● "So fuckin' hard. Why don't ya take those off, mm. Do us both a favor." You asked, hoping he wouldn't pick on your excitement about the possibility.

● "You think you're ready, huh? Hell. Who 'm I to deny my girl."

● "I am! C'mon." You've recited these words so many times. Convincing him that you're ready. It was like a game to you two now. "But stand up, I wanna see you pull them down." Your eyes were slits, "Slowly." You have a dark glint in your eye. He liked it.

● Geto stood up and took a couple of steps back from the bed and rubbed his cock over his briefs.

● He never broke eye contact with you.

● Staring at him, practically drooling, you got up on your knees on the bed and waved him over to you. "Fuck, Suguru."

● He deliberately lowered one side of the waistband. Showing off his chiseled hip.

● After he had sufficiently memorized your eyes begging him to fuck you, he took 2 steps and he stood in front of you. His cock hung heavily between you both.

● "Suguru ..."

● Your lips pressed together. Tongues danced in and out of the other's mouth. Soft moans and harsh breathing filled the air.

● Geto lowered you back on the bed and began stroking his cock. "Touch your pretty li'l pussy for me."

● He stayed on his knees between your open legs, devotedly pumping himself in and out of his rough hand.

● "Shit, I love watching you do that. Do it faster, harder." You told him as you rubbed tight circles on your clit with one hand, pinching your nipple with the other.

● "Enough. Fuck. C'mere." You said flatly.

● He seemed to snap out of a trance when you spoke. "Mmhm."

● He eased himself down and rested his hips against yours. The heat leaking from his body was making your heart rate erratic.

● Geto lowered his hand and rubbed his fat tip against your soft, wet opening. Your hips instinctively push up.

● He gave all of himself to you in a split second. He filled every bit of your fluttering walls. "Oh, f-fuck, baby. You're so –hngh shit!" He put his head on your shoulder as he moved ever so slightly.

●You held his ass cheeks in your hands, trying to get him to go deeper.

● Geto pulled back until only his cock head remained inside of you. You had begun to shiver – just the way he liked you – and your legs scrambled on the sheets to ground your feet. You're trying to raise your hips even more.

● "Nope. You're gonna have to wait for me this time. But we'll get you there, baby. We'll both get there." He said as he rocked slowly into you.

● He was doing his best to go slow, but the way your pussy was wrapped around him. The way it was milking him. It was causing him to be drawn into a frenzy of want.

● He kissed your neck and took a deep breath, sighing heavily to release the air.

● He pulled his head back slowly and he looked down at your face, watching your eyes close at the sensation of him filling you up.

● "How's this, Mama?" You didn't answer with words. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply and your pretty mouth sat frozen in an 'O'. Your eyes looked like you were trying to solve the most complex equation. He could tell you were in this deep. Just the motion of your hips was an affirmation.

● He rocked his body forward and he began fucking you a little faster. He can feel his resistance waning.

● "L'ways so tight for me. I can't get enough of you – of your pussy. I love the way she holds me. The way you squeeze me. It's all for me. Say my name." He said. His breathing was growing more shallow.

● "Y/n, fuck – look at me." His eyes are looking directly into yours as he continues to move his hips back and forth. "Say it!"

● "Su – ah ... god –" you squeaked. "Fuck! S-Suguru ..." Your voice cracks and he smiles, showing how he brightens up behind his otherwise dark features. "You feel so good. I want you – mm!"

● He leaned in to kiss you as he began to fuck you harder. You moaned into his mouth feeling how warm and soft his lips were. He tasted like cigarettes. A smell you've come to appreciate on him in its sick way.

● Geto picked up his speed, trying to reach that point of no return. "Oh, sweetheart ... so good ... Jesus fu–, fuck baby ..." He moved his right hand from holding your face and wrapped them both under and around your shoulders. Your arms are locked around his neck, fingers intertwined in his hair.

● "Oh my god, Suguru. Cu– cum in me, Su–!" He grunted in your ear as he felt his body release everything it had pent up for you. The way your cunt was sucking him in. "So fucking – tight." He bit down on your shoulder.

● His body convulsed and the feeling of his hot cum inside of you is enough to have you fold in on yourself like smashed origami.

● Your orgasm rolled out in waves, you could feel the electric pulsing inside of your cunt. "Oooh goddd." You both sighed as he let his upper body fall on top of you.

● "Ohh, baby. We gotta do that again ... fuck. I'm sorry for waking you up ... I don't even know where I got all that energy. I just had to have you tonight." He breathed, kissing your neck.

● "Have me any night, my Sugu baby." You said, scratching your fingers through the fine hairs at the base of his neck.

● He stayed on top of you, sweetly kissing you you. And you The two of you laid like that until you fell asleep.

Thank you for reading!

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Movies I watched this week (#187):

Welcome Back, Mr. McDonald (1997) is a random Japanese screwball comedy that I never heard of, and have no idea how it popped on my radar. A late night radio drama is transmitted live in a studio, and none of the voice actors is happy about the script, so they start amending it. It was so absurd and chaotic - and so funny! After laughing out loud non stop the second half of this crazy ride, it won me over. 8/10.

Later on I discovered this video essay about director Koki Mitani, calling him 'The best Japanese filmmaker you've never heard of'. I'm going to catch his other movies, f'sure f'sure.

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3 by Australian stop-motion animator Adam Elliot:

🍿 "PPS. Did you know that turtles can breath through their anuses?"

Mary and Max is like a weirdly adult Wallace and Gromit, a dark and tragic clay figure story, voiced by Philip Seymour Hoffman and Toni Collette. It's my most wonderful surprising discovery of the week! Two damaged and unfortunate souls connect by becoming pen pals; a lonely Australian 8-year-old girl with an ugly birthmark on her forehead, and an obese Jewish New Yorker with Asperger's. It encompasses 20 years of outlandish long-distance emotions which ends with the acknowledgement of friendship. Absolutely magical. 10/10.

🍿 "Life is like a cigarette. Smoke it to the butt."

His 2003 Oscar winner Harvie Krumpet is another dark biography of an unfortunate character. He is born in a village in Poland to a mad woman, and suffers throughout his life with a long list of calamities, Tourette's, magnetized skull, asthma, Alzheimer's as well as generally very bad luck. It's really odd. It also involves nudism, depression, vegetarianism, and birth defects - and still ends on a oddly-positive note!

🍿 Ernie Biscuit (2015), another "differently-able" story about a "divergent" type of an unusual protagonist: A deaf, lonely Parisian taxidermist who escapes to Venice with his duck but ends up in Australia.

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The wind will carry us, my 8th drama by Iranian Abbas Kiarostami. An "engineer" comes to a distant Kurdish village, but the story, whatever it is, is not very clear, and is never fully-explained. Apparently, he's not an engineer, but a journalist, and he comes to witness the burial rituals of a very old woman. Meanwhile, she doesn't die, and he just hangs around, waiting. This is not only "Slow cinema", but also "Simple cinema", and this "primitive" village doesn't offer many clues. The roosters crow, the radio plays songs in the distant, the shepherd boy walks his goats...

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2 with Simone Signoret:

🍿 Army of shadows, my 6th bleak film by J-P Melville, following a group of French resistance fighters. It's a formal, introspective and restrained picture of hopelessness, fear and destiny, and you know from the depressing look of it that none of them will survive. "Still, they persisted".

🍿 The Shortest Day (1963), my first film by Italian Sergio Corbucci, and the first with the popular comedian duo 'Franco and Ciccio' (Screenshot Above). A forgettable broad comedy about a couple of numskulls who are recruited by mistake and sent to fight in the trenches of the first World War [Like Treat Williams was in the musical 'Hair!].

This film was only memorable because it had over 50 cameos of famous stars of the day, who appeared in it (for free), some of them only for few seconds worth.

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Christy Hall's superb directorial debut Daddio (2024). It's a 2-person conversation inside a NYC night cab, like a movable 'Dinner with Andre'. Talkative and foul-mouthed Sean Penn is the taxi driver and armchair psychologist and he knows how to engages passenger Dakota Johnson in an impromptu therapy session. Meanwhile, she opens up more and more and discloses personal and painful "truths" until the predictable 'reveal'. It's stagey but emotionally satisfying. 8/10. [*Female Director*]

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They shot the piano player (2023) is a Spanish animated drama about the real-life disappearance of Brazilian Bossa Nova pianist Tenório Jr. in 1976. It is hand drawn in a uniquely colorful style, and the music obviously is superb (For example, here's The trailer). But the framing devise of American journalist Jeff Goldblum, who discovers the story of and travels south to talk to musicians and family members, distracts from the emotional impact that could have been achieved. It ends up spending much time about the American-financed 'Operation Condor', which turned nearly all of South America into a cabal of murderous right-wing dictatorships, with thousands murdered and 'disappeared'.

(I saw it in the original Portuguese - with Arabic subtitles! - so I missed many details of the story.) 7/10.

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2 with Icelandic Egill Ólafsson:

🍿 Touch, my 4th emotional film directed by Baltasar Kormákur. Ólafsson is an old man with a very early onset Alzheimer, who has to put his affairs in order. So he shuts down his restaurant, and embarks on finding his long-lost love from 50+ years ago. It brings him back to London where he had learnt to cook at a Japanese restaurant, and then to Hiroshima, where he finally meets his old lover.

🍿 Children of nature was the only Icelandic film nominated for an Oscar (in 1991). Interestingly, it also tells a story of an old man at the end of his life, who dares to do one crazy thing before the curtain falls. A man finds himself in a retirement home, where meets an old girlfriend. They decide to steal a Jeep and drive back to die in the place of their youth. 8/10.

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I enjoyed the original 'That's entertainment' very much, and promised myself to watch the sequel (there were two). Like 99% of all sequels,That's Entertainment, Part 2 is a copy of a much lower quality. Still, it includes dozens and dozens of clips from old MGM classics, many of which I haven't seen before (Young Bob Fosse in tight tights tap-dancing with Ann Miller in 'Kiss me Kate', human pogo stick Bobbie Van...) It felt though like somebody just threw together a 2-hour YouTube compilation of excellent highlights.

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"My name? Enema Bag Jones!..."

The wrong guy is my first Dave Foley goofy, low-brow comedy (1997). It opens with a faux-Saul Bass and James Bond title sequence, and the first 10 minutes are cringeyly stupid! But then it shifts into a idiotic Hitchcock satire -an exceedingly funny and moronic Hitchcock satire - with joke after really idiotic joke that made me laugh out loud. He plays an over-the-top moron, and Jennifer Tilly plays a dumb narcoleptic farm girl and they do it so straight, it was a big surprise. 4/10.

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"Two Tati’s":

🍿 School for postmen (1947), Jacques Tati's first film. A perfect gem of comedic genius, which he expanded 2 years later into his first feature, 'Jour de fête'. Absolutely masterful. 10/10. Re-watch ♻️.

🍿 House Specialty ('Dégustation Maison, 1978) is a lovely short directed by Tati's daughter, Sophie Tatischeff, in the same village where he filmed 'Jour de fête' 30 years earlier. A day in the life of a little patisserie where all the pastries are loaded with liqueur. I just loved it! [*Female Director*]

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Through an eclectic reviewer on Letterboxd, I discovered Hamburger America, a so-so documentary about "different kinds" of burgers. (In 71 years I never ate a hamburger, and I will probably not have one in the next 71 years. But I love food, and I also cooked professionally for 10 years. Still I really cannot understand the concept of a burger, chopped beef, a bun, a slice of tomato, lettuce, and some mayonnaise. How did that ever become so iconic?)

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Another bunch of (mostly early-career) shorts:

🍿 Hypnotizing the Hypnotist (1911) was just a 1-reeler about hypnotism, a popular topic of the time. With Florence Turner, one of the early "stars" of the screen.

🍿 The Madness of Dr. Tube (1915), my first by Abel Gance. A (literal 'Egghead') mad-scientist discovers a cocaine-like powder, which causes those who are sprayed with it to experience hallucinogenic visions as if their bodies - and minds - are distorted, like in a crazed mirror house. The restored copy is exceptionally clear! (I didn't realize that Gance made movies up until 1967.)

🍿 Over the fence, Harold Lloyd's very first outing (1917), a debut of his 'Glasses' character. A cute baseball comedy that maintained its zest.

🍿  À propos de Nice, (1930), Jean Vigo's first documentary. It opens as an impressionistic time capsule, of the sights and people, with lots of overhead shots, upper class folks walking down the promenade, the carnival, casinos, and fancy cars. But then it turns into a surrealistic metaphor, with a sitting woman losing her cloths, feet losing their shoes, open manhole shot from below, and a man turns into a crocodile. An experimental tour.

🍿 The wagoner ("Borom Sarret", 1963), my first terrific film by Senegalese director Sembène Ousmane - possibly the first African film made by an African. A powerful and sad story about a poor man in Dakar trying to earn a meager living as a cart driver. 9/10.

🍿 Foutaises ("Things I like, things I hate"), is another of my frequent and beloved re-watches ♻️. Jean-Pierre Jeunet's very first film (1989), a condensed black and white precursor to Amélie. 8 minutes of perfection.

🍿 Like the Tati film above, the 2013 short Whiplash was the original proof of concept on which Damien Chazelle based his feature film debut the following year. And like the later Whiplash, the abusive psychopath J.K. Simmons holds zero appeal for me. Technically, this 18-min. short is as effective as the later one. 🍿  Linklater: On Cinema and Time (2013) is a visual essay that Kogonada made to accompany a philosophical BFI article he wrote about time and memory. I like Kogonada very much, but this reminds me why I didn’t care for ‘Before Sunrise’.

🍿 "Look at all that wasted space". In Negative Space a boy bonds with his traveling businessman dad by packing his suitcase. Oscar nominated in 2017. 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes. [*Female Director*]

🍿 In Kiss of the Rabbit God (2019) a young waiter at an ordinary Chinese restaurant falls in love with a gorgeous, ethereal, neon-haired deity from the 18th century. A gay sexual hook-up in the back of the kitchen between two young guys, one of whom is an ancient God.

🍿 "Lean into loneliness and know you're not alone in it".

How to be at home, (2020) a Canadian instruction manual of how to deal with Covid social isolation, based on a poem by Tanya Davis. (Via). [*Female Director*]

🍿  Tall, dark and handsome (2023), my 3rd film by Sam Baron and the third starring 'Big Ears' Amit Shah. An Indian guy dating a white British woman (They're even expecting a baby together), becomes insecure when he discovers that she had dated several other Indian guys before him. Heartbreaking ending. 8/10.

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And finally: Timelapse of the Future: A Journey to the End of Time (2019) is a highly speculative documentary made by an astronomer about the end of "Time". Because I have no knowledge about the subject, it may or may not be scientifically plausible, as it talks about events that will happen trillions and trillions years into the future, but it mentions red and white dwarfs, pulsars, degenerate matters, Hawkins radiation, Black Hole Era, dark energy, entropy and unstable protons. All the while it plays various scenarios with creepy stock music, Kubrick's Stargate, and psychedelic graphics. Mmmmm....

Spoiler Alert: The universe will end in the year one googol.

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(My complete movie list is here).

[ofsunjae]

heyoo it's m (eileen's mun) back w a brand new muse that i'm rly excited to write & develop! u can find a summary abt him under the cut & hit the heart or msg me if you'd like to plot! i have some ideas at the end but am always down to brainstorm something together

₊˙ ◌⁎˚ ﹒﹙kim dongyoung ‘doyoung’. cis male. he/him.﹚guess who was almost late for their shift at lapis roasters again?? that’s right, it was lee sunjae! it’s a wonder their job as an owner isn’t in jeopardy. the 27 year old has been working at sunset galleria for two and a half years, and is well known for their empathetic nature. on bad days, they can be rather reserved, though. when the mall is dead at night, they can usually be found smoking on the rooftop, but don’t tell their boss!

EARLY LIFE (mentions of low self worth tw)

his STATS page has a lot more basic tidbits about him so feel free to skim thru that for more details

born in seoul on jan 9th, 1996 (cap sun, leo moon & virgo rising <;3)

sunjae's family own a group of hospitals so they're Rich rich lmao but more on that later. he also has an older sister!

he's lived sort of a rich life and not just by financial standards- from the ages of 8 - 17 he was a junior tennis player! and he pursued it pretty seriously, he trained in poland for two years and spain for 10 months, winning several big tournaments. this meant he was mainly out of classes/privately tutored & didn't rly have a lot of friends aside from his core besties. he travelled w his mom so they've always been close, and she was his biggest supporter

tennis was p much consuming his life and although he enjoyed it for the most part, the pressure from his coaches and himself rly got him into a weird spiral. his negative self talk & feelings of worthlessness ultimately cost him a couple of games and he kinda had a breakdown & lost passion for the sport he once loved.

anywys mom was kinda sad abt his withdrawal but she still supported him, dad less so bc of how much money they put towards his career & all the clubs/training but whatever. we ball.

POST TENNIS LIFE & CAREER

ok he's dropped tennis.. naow what... realizing he doesn't rly know what to do w his life & his grades? aren't great so he ends up travelling w his sister for a bit bc she wants to help him get out of his funk.

ultimately decides to enlist to 1) buy himself some time to think 2) rumours abt draft envasion were running around the rich family circles & he didn't want his family to deal w that

sunjae gets caught up on reading lots during his service & returns with a new goal! enroll in uni and get a bachelors in international relations. he has to work hard to study but uni years were much needed to just.. round him out as a person n be around so many new people n jst be some college kid !!

fast forward he's 25 with a degree & still kinda lost lmao! his sister who opened and ran a coffee shop (hint: sunset's very own lapis roasters) has a newborn baby and wants to rly focus on being a mom so she's like hey.. wna run this business for me while i'm gone? :) and it's been two & half years of sunjae as the owner. (it's sweet tho bc on their travels together they always bonded over good coffee and sunjae could tell she's rly passionate abt it so he gives it his all)

now he's 27 and still running lapis, it's good for him but unless you know him closely you wouldn't know he's the owner. acts like he's just another coffee roaster or barista

recently he's pursuing the idea of becoming a human rights lawyer & in his first year at a law school in daegu after a long trial of applying. sunjae's decided that even tho he's unsure exactly what his path will be, he wants to help people whether that's by fighting for them in court or just serving them the best cup of coffee they've ever had :)

PERSONALILTY & DETAILS

loosely inspired by ren from f4 thailand.. v observent of other people's feelings & can be so selfless that it's a flaw at times. putting everyone first & always quietly taking care of people in his own ways, covering the bill for dinner or just lending an ear. the type to rmbr the little details in a conversation w stranger and bring them up if they ever saw each other again

wld Die for his friends.. his homies.. the leo loyalty will be the death of him bc even if his friends get in a stupid brawl u know he's jumping in to defend them. loves to go out w them but doesn't drink much so he's always the dd & 'yes we'll get mcdonalds drive thru on the way home jst get in the car'

there's still a goofy side to him,, kinda like his inner child bc his youth was spent being consumed in sport so he loves teasing friends, using a shorter person's head as an arm rest, pulling harmless pranks etc etc

even tho sunjae grew up rich he never rly showed off his money n u prob wouldn't know abt his wealth until u see that he drives an audi r8 but again he doesn't make a big deal out of it tht's simply his car of choice LOL

knows how to play piano! prob sneaks a couples songs in at lunar flare when there's no one around

developed a smoking habit somewhere down the line that's been hard to kick but he tries to keep it more of a secret (sneaking up late on the rooftop)

PLOTS

rich kid squad: also loosely inspired by the squad from f4 thailand.. the people he grew up with bc their families were friends/attended the same rich people events lol. his found home rly, the kind of friends he would die for and they've been thru thick & thin together over the years - lots of dynamic possibilities here !!

designated driver: the guy u call when u need a way home, could be friends or could be that he happened to be driving one night and sees u walking drunk?? offers to give u a ride

sports/fitness pal: either someone he can hit with bc he still has the tennis skills (esp his killer serve) or someone to go bouldering/hiking with. alternatively someone he's teaching tennis to !

fellow weeb: the new shinkai movie is out... he's calling u up to join him. or simply chill anime watch parties at his place. snacks included

landlord: unbeknowst to u sunjae owns the small apartment building u live in.. maybe u openly complain abt the water pressure & magically it gets fixed the next day (he bought the building bc he got a load of inheritance & his dad said real estate is the best investment but truly he jst wants his tenants happy)

fake boyfriend: either for a day or an event or to make someone jealous he pretends to be ur boyfriend & he's p good at it.. humbles whoever u were trying to trick

confidant: someone who was screaming their sorrows off the rooftop when he went up for a smoke & then they ended up having a conversation and have been bumping into each other there ever since

almost lovers: the timing was just never right.. maybe he loved them too soon and they loved him too late or something else was stopping them from becoming what they wanted to be :/

something based off this :( maybe someone who was there when he was spiralling & cared a lot for him or just ends up being super upset on his behalf

random thoughts: someone taking advantage of his kindness or money / someone he's teaching to drive / someone he knows from church / friends from uni / little sibling figure!! / bad influence on him / mutual dislike or hateship / exes or past flings / childhood friend who always slept over at his + anything else we think of!

[sinful-huntress]

how about… some makeup sex with mr. starphase? maybe even one of his guilty pleasures, me thinks. whether or not it was fully on purpose, how would he take control of the situation? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Heh heh... ;P

Steven sat on the couch, deeply regretting the harsh words exchanged. More so how you had barely managed to hold your tears back as you rightfully told him off about spending so much time at work. Seeing you on the verge of breaking down was almost too much, Steven would have apologized on the spot had you not turned on your heel to march off to the bedroom.

But right now, he felt like he needed to do something. Anything to smooth over this whole situation. He was raised to be a gentleman after all, and taught to never go to bed angry at that.

With a completely tired heave-ho, Steven was up off the couch and trudging up the stairs to the bedroom. He hoped the door wouldn't be locked, that you were still up. Even if it was a bit on the later side, Steven wanted to make this up to you and at least clear the air.

He'd still sleep on the couch if you weren't ready to forgive him...

Seeing that the bedroom door hadn't been shut all the way, Steven was a little hopeful that you might still be awake. He knocked lightly, just barely nudging the door open with his fist. Even after the tired "What?" from you, Steven hesitated to peek inside.

"I wanted to check on you, mi Amor." He slowly pushed the door open, "Make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine." You huffed bluntly, rolling to face him. The evidence of your crying all over your face, only serving to worsen the guilt he felt.

There was a nagging feeling in the back of Steven's mind, something telling him to just let this go. To walk away and talk this out in the morning. But he was dead set against such a choice, Steven wanted to make things right. No matter what it took.

"Are you sure? I'm right here. We could talk. Or I could get you something to drink? Something to nibble on? Maybe I could cook up a small dish of chicken mole? Anything?"

"No, I said I'm fine."

Steven wouldn't show it, but that really irked him to no end. He understood the hurt feelings, the passive-aggressive tendencies, even the dismissal of something to eat given how late it was, but all of it still dug at him in a weird way. Steven was trying to be sympathetic, he really, truly was, but he didn't know what else to do if you wouldn't talk to him a little.

Instead of waiting for an answer, he tried to figure out the root of the problem as he took half-tentative steps toward the bed. Clearing his mind, and his heart, so he could assess the situation and figure out the best course of action. Though it pained him, you were justified in thinking he prioritized work over the relationship, if only he could tell you why he chose to keep late hours on the job.

If only he could make you understand that his goal was to protect you.

One devilish idea crossed his mind, and it was well worth a shot at this point. Steven effortlessly swung a leg over top of you, covers and all, pinning you on your side. Even in your temperamental state of mind, you couldn't help the steady flush of color across your face.

While it wasn't exactly what you were thinking about at the time, you wouldn't say 'no' either. Just as soon as Steven let you wiggle enough to roll over. But that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.

Not when Steven was taking his time, brush your hair out of the way. Planting soft kisses slowly along your shoulder, leaning down just the right way to squish you without hurting as he worked his way up your neck. He was determined to make this special, and to prove you slightly wrong about his feelings toward your relationship.

He needed you to know how he felt.

The soft whine easing out of your throat only spurred Steven on. He bit on your earlobe gently.

"Mi Amor." He purred between his teeth, "You know I don't want to go to bed angry. Please, let me make things up to you. Please."

The shivers that raced down your spine were wildly violent. You could barely make a sound, let alone speak. Nodding quickly, the rising color on your face giving away exactly how you felt, Steven quickly and carefully pulled the covers off you.

Shrinking back from the sudden chill, Steven didn't waste a second pinning you to the bed. Teasing you in a way only he really knew how, at least in your opinion. Slow hands gently squeezing in odd places, his lips kissing at very sensitive areas. Areas you never thought about, being so lovingly caressed and kissed.

Your body yearned for Steven's, you wanted him right now. Whatever you had been upset with him for didn't matter anymore. You just wanted him.

Seeing you like this, Steven couldn't help himself. A very sudden thrust into you, making you yelp and try to jump away from him. Only for Steven to calm you by nuzzling against your neck, planting messy kisses... just about biting you. He was determined to leave a few love bruises, mark you as his.

The bed creaked under the weight of the soft, yet vigorous thumping. Practically yelling in a mix of pleasure and pain as you gripped Steven's shoulders hard. As much as you tried not to claw, there would be tiny bruises by morning.

"Steven!!!!!" "[Name]!"

The room went silent save for the heavy panting. Steven had just barely managed to catch himself against the headboard. Ever thankfully that the walls of the apartment were indeed sound-proof. With a little shaking, and a tired heave-ho, Steven flopped over on the other side of the bed. Airing out over top the covers before tugging them over. Beckoning you into his open arms under the blankets.

Delighted when you snuggled close, nudging your head under his chin.

[paradoxrealm]

A Return Worth Waiting For...~

...s-sorry- sorry-...

She did feel a little bad for scaring the poor things, though she couldn't exactly help being skittish herself as this is the one fear she's yet to outgrow. Still, she uttered soft apologies to the spiders in the dark as she mentally answered Moon.

"...You did. But it seems that the universe clearly thought we'd need it..."

As if to make things even weirder than they already are, Moon is met by the exact same web with the exact same Hag Stone... Plucking the Hag Stone from the web and peering through it himself, he sees Astel's hazy figure looking right back at him using the matching stone in her hand. Their respective stones seemed to be... connected almost, much like they are now.

Astel raised and lowered her own Hag Stone in curiosity, watching Moon's form appear and disappear, even giving the spider sitting on her shoulder a look through as well before repeating wait-

S-Spider-

On h-h-her shoulder-

She slowly turned her head towards the fuzzy thing on her left shoulder, both Hattie and the Mafia Boss watching all the color immediately drain from Astel's face. The dimension hopper stood deathly still, trying not to make any sudden movements while her eyes just screamed "oh my god I'm trying not to freak out please help-". They couldn't tell if she was about to be in tears, faint, or both-

"...Uh-oh-"

...o-o-okay, i-i think i'm ready to go see the garden now- a-ah-um- a-a-a little help- p-please-

"This is pathetic..."

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Moon didn’t seem to be anywhere near as concerned as she was, petting a few of the spiders left in the room. Not nearly so nice as mine. Not half as well trained either, I’d bet.

Hat gave an awkward smile and a double thumbs up. “You’re okay! It just… Likes your hair?” She didn’t mind the creatures- from a distance. “Ohhh shoot.” She winced as the spider started to crawl to her back, trying to go higher up on her head.

The Mafia Boss sighed, tsking. “First you are skittish, now you are too friendly. What is with you all? Acting so strange lately.” He chastised the spider some more, holding his hands flat by Astel. It took several seconds, but the spider eventually diverted its path from her to him, taking several steps to finally leave her.

“Thank you!” Hat Kid smiled at him, grabbing Astel’s hand and ushering her out. “We’ve gotta run- but thanks for the help!”

“Of course, Tiny Hatted Child and Friend. I will send a message when our show is ready, and the spiders learn to behave themselves.” He waved as she shut the door.

“Are you… Okay?” Hat asked, offering her an awkward smile.

[cosmictulips]

hii tulips! hope your day is going good! i haven’t been on tumblr much lately, kind of just enjoying myself ^-^ anyway, this ask is for your little intuitive game !!! i’d like to do both 2 and 3 if that’s okay

i don’t really know too much about the nodal shifts, or where exactly it is on my chart.. but i do know that my north node is in taurus, house 8 and my south node is in scorpio, house 2 ^^; the taurus/scorpio shift hit me a lot??

i feel like for the first half i was just kind of stuck in this relationship?? and it was only until like the end of that nodal shift that i actually decided to leave. i feel like it taught me a lot about relationships honestly lol like things about compromise, having a sense of understanding and knowing when to leave something that just isn’t worth it. im glad the relationship happened but i still get upset over it sometimes. i know i’ll eventually move on though

if i did this wrong then let me know @-@

for the third one, right now, i’m still trying to get over that whole relationship honestly, but ive been hanging out with my friends from my hometown. it’s honestly really refreshing, i haven’t seen them much (since i started uni in a city pretttyy faar away) but yeah it’s really nice. we’re all planning to watch the barbie movie this week, it’s p exciting haha

makes me realise just how much time i threw away for someone who couldn’t really appreciate me that much, when i could’ve used that time with friends

anyway yeah i guess i’ve learnt a lot these past few months but i feel much more mature now so :p

- s.k

Hello Star Cadet =D

It's been awhile, and i'm glad you're doing great =) I love seeing your name pop up haha so I'm happy that you're here.

You will move on, and now knowing that we have it in libra/aries, do know you'll find something even better. and I'm proud of you for having the guts to do that. with this cancer new moon and sun, I bet you'll be able to do a lot of healing over the next thirty days. take time for yourself and just relax. especially since the nodes are no longer pushing you through karmic debts.

so for the next 30 days. this new moon is bringing you .. hmm, very strong earth energies here. I think there is a BIG theme of building stronger foundations with yourself and getting your sense of independence back. strong strong need to just see the more fun options out there and allow yourself to enjoy in the rewards that you are bringing in for yourself. a lot of self nurturing as well and also... like, something to do with very practical matters. I want to say it's just you doing the grind of life but it feels more like... just putting the effort into yourself. allowing yourself to just go with what is normally done and relax. not being too worried about things. moneyyyyy and material wealth might be a big thing for you in the next 30 days.

Now, as for this new cycle the next 18 months --- LOL would you believe me if I tell you the next 18 months is going to be bringing in a lot of love? a HUGE completion of a cycle. i want to say this could be romantic but honestly, I feel like this is you putting love into your desires and goals. I see a lot of creativity for you in the next year or so and I do think, that if you do want to get back into dating, you will find it. but in the grand scheme of things, I see you blossoming into someone beautiful and just feeling good about yourself to be honest

why can't I add a cute gif to this >;o

[iloveabunchofgames]

Week In Review - 04/23/23

#JakeReviewsItch Week In Review Archives

This week's reviews:

🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 Antecrypt⚡ 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Antistatic 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 The Aquatic Adventure of the Last Human 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Arachnopunk 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Arcade Spirits 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 The Arcade Tower 🧡🤍🤍🤍🤍 The Archives of Evil Dr BA 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 ARGH-P-G 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Arigatou, Ningen-san! 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Arlo The Rabbit

Thanks to my unexpected hiatus, this is more like a Week-and-a-Half In Review. What does that mean for this column? It means there are 10 nominees for Game of the Week, but beyond that, it's going to be business as usual. Oh, actually there's one other difference today. Usually, I write both a Week In Review and a new review on Sundays. It's a lot of writing! I'm skipping the review today, just to see how that feels. Later in this post, I'll share my thoughts on former Nintendo of America President Reggie Fils-Aimé's business memoir. A few weeks ago, I came across a 2021 presentation by Meghna Jayanth that raises fascinating questions about the default structures and values in game design.

Game of the Week

This crop of games contains so many that were almost onto something, but there's no question which one was best.

Antecrypt⚡ is a twin-stick shooter where movement stick works exactly the way you'd expect and the aiming stick does not. It drifts here and there, totally at random, landing in the right place about as often as a stopped clock. It's a weird, maddening hook, made all the more frustrating by a weapon that burns through its batteries quickly when fired, which can only be recharged by standing in the range of the aiming reticle. It's a skill-based game with the compellingly random highs and lows of a slot machine, all wrapped in a cool, confident package. Great visual design, great enemy design, great level design, great progression system—if you haven't already read the review or given Antecrypt⚡ a try for yourself, get on that. Special mention also goes to clever metroidvania Arachnopunk, which is an admirable effort, even if it's not so hot in execution. Arigatou, Ningen-san! is nothing revolutionary, but parents of toddlers should check out this interactive picture book.

Disrupting the Game by Reggie Fils-Aimè

The local library finally got a copy of my old boss' book.

Reggie leveraged key differentials to push messaging in new markets. This disruptive way of thinking, and his decisive execution, drove sales in categories that were not previously thought of as receptive to high-margin product. Disrupting the Game is not a tell-all from a video game insider. It's a book by a business executive, aimed at those who wish to follow a similar path. Reggie (he often insists on being addressed by his first name) is a man with an incredible breadth of experience, from hocking Crisco to nearly making Shigeru Miyamoto cry by insisting that Wii Sports be included at no additional cost with every Wii in North America. He's heavy on business buzzwords, which I generally find off-putting, yet there's no denying that the man is an efficient communicator. The major events of his professional life make for a breezy read. That's my biggest complaint, actually. The book is a bit too general and optimistic. I'm still not sure Reggie understands what Nintendo had with Wii U or what went wrong. He spells out the lessons aspiring business leaders should take away from each of his anecdotes, but even in the stories where he admits fault, he seems to come out ahead. I want the lessons that come from abject mistakes. I want details. But Reggie is a slick businessman, and big business keeps details close to the chest. Reading this book won't teach you anything about a typical day in the office for NOA's president. Instead, he focuses on events that have already been covered extensively, like E3 presentations, and console launches. That, and his relationship with the late Satoru Iwata. This is the stuff that makes Disrupting the Game worth reading, whether you care about business or not. It feels like the reason the book was written. While Reggie obviously cares very much about passing on his professional wisdom to the next generation, he needs to preserve memories of his late friend and colleague. I'm glad he has. If you just know the Regginator as the funny "my body is ready" meme guy, I'm not sure you'll get much out of his book. If, like me, you were closely following Nintendo news throughout Reggie's reign (and occasionally seeing him in the hallways at work), you already have a good sense of how he reshaped the company. And if you're really like me, you'll enjoy taking another condensed trip from the days of Bigfoot Pizza to the launch of Nintendo Switch. If you've already read the outstanding Ask Iwata and still miss that lovely man, Disrupting the Game is a must. I just hope the next book approaches all its subjects with the specificity and range of emotions afforded Iwata-san. There's a brief story in the epilogue about teetotaler Shigeru Miyamoto joining Reggie at a New York bar before losing his mind over the establishment's collection of pipes. It so wonderfully captures the magic of the man's curiosity that I now want Reggie to drop whatever he's doing and write Miyamoto's biography. I've always thought he was too shy to allow anyone to write such a book, but if there's anyone who could wear him down, it's Reggie.

Meghna Jayanth: White Protagonism and Imperial Pleasures in Game Design

I'm going to skip the recap and just let Meghna Jayanth speak for herself, either through the above video or the written word. I am not opposed to "imperial pleasures" in games. I regularly commit atrocities in games, and I enjoy it. Conquering digital worlds and amassing absurd in-game wealth isn't hurting anyone, and it's not hard to understand why it feels rewarding. A good game designer, however, does not say, "Let's keep doing the same stuff we've liked in other games." A good game designer questions everything. What's been done before? Why was it done that way? What are the alternatives? Since listening to Jayanth's speech, I can't stop noticing imperialist measures of success in everything I play. It doesn't dampen my enjoyment. I'm just noticing. Noticing and questioning.

Beyond Blue is one of this week's free Epic Games Store games. It's an Endless Ocean-style scuba game, produced as a tie-in with nature documentary series Planet Earth: Blue Planet II. I went for a few dives this weekend and immediately found it weird that my goal was to head beneath the waves and get everything. In fairness, you're not actually removing anything from the ocean. You're vaguely "scanning" animals, but the way it's presented is so aggressively targeting the need to tick every box and earn every unlockable that the splendor of our world and the save-the-whales message of the narrative are quickly lost to find everything, mark everything, own everything, and master the one place on our planet not yet 100% mastered by man. Um, in the name of understanding and conservation, of course.

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What are friends for

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+.

Post summary | Eddie & y/n have been friends for as long as they can remember, platonic soulmates as his Uncle Wayne called them. But when one of their usual late night sesh talks takes a heated turn, they show each other the real meaning of friendship.

What to expect | 18 + so minors DNI

Post Warnings | Smut, p & v unprotected sex, f & m oral, Eddie Dom, but still being a sweetheart.

Word count | 3.7 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | I'm posting this at 12 am on my birthday as a little gift from me to you, thank you for being patient while I've worked on my series. I've been planning on getting some more OneShots out, so hopefully you've enjoyed this one.

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I snatched the joint hanging between Eddie’s lips, grinning at him playfully as he glanced up at me in frustration.

“Don’t you ever go home?” He remarked condescendingly, taking the blunt back as I blew smoke towards him. I was lounged across his soft carpeted floor on my stomach, flipping through Eddies nudie mags, laughing and giving him shit over the pages he’d dog eared. He was resting against his headboard, stringing his guitar string seductively, watching me kick my legs back in forth in the air. I watched his long fingers stroke the cords softly, as heat flooded my cheeks and my legs throbbed. I averted my eyes, cursing the weed for hiking up my libido ten times its normal strength. 

“Your place is better - case in point.” I smiled widely as his Uncle Wayne hovered at the bedroom door, looking down on us fondly. 

“It wouldn’t kill you two to open a window now and again.” He teased, as Eddie and I passed the blunt back and forth. 

“You heading off to work Wayne?” I rested my feet back on the ground and angled my body so I could look up at him better. I watched Eddie out of the corner of my eye pull a blanket over him to cover his lower half. 

“Yeah, make sure you guys sleep early for school tomorrow. If I catch you guys ditching again, you’re both going to be in trouble.” His denim jacket flapped behind him as he sauntered down the hallway. 

“Oh, we’re gonna sleep alright.’ I wiggled my brows at Eddie suggestively, earning a deep laugh as he chucked a pillow down at me. 

“You’re an idiot.” I joined in on his laughter as my eyes fell back to the magazine in my hands. I smiled as the soft music picked up again, rebounding off the walls of his small room. Most people misjudged Eddie, those that didn’t know him – hated him. But as someone that was lucky enough to be in his inner circle, having been friends since middle school when I punched a kid out for making fun of his buzz cut, I was privy to his secret soft side he kept hidden away from the critical world. 

I was glad that we had made up from our fight earlier, foreign jealousy had flooded through me when I caught him sneaking back from the woods with Chrissy Cunningham in tow, after first period. I had barely given him a second to breathe as he slid into his usual seat beside me at lunch, before unleashing a mass of profanities. Confusion clouding his face at my reaction, he grabbed my chin to force me to look at him, explaining that he was just dealing to her. My eyes had dropped from his in embarrassment, the rest of the table silent as my outburst hung in the air heavily. 

“Jealous much y/n?” He teased, breaking into a mischievous grin. I punched his arm lightly, the tension disappearing between us completely as the topic of conversation turned to Hellfire. 

I refused to acknowledge whatever feelings seeing him with some other girl that wasn’t me, had stirred up inside of me. Eddie was my best friend, nothing else was worth to risking losing that.

I glanced up at him now, watching his dark curls twist at the base of his neck over his collar bones, a fresh cigarette between his teeth since we’d polished off the weed. He must have sensed my gaze as his eyes flew up to meet mine, something flashing in his eyes as I dropped mine in embarrassment at being caught staring. 

I turned my attention back to the pages I flicked through quickly, stopping abruptly as a familiar pair of eyes stared back at me. I slowly lowered my hand and smoothed the page out, I saw that it wasn’t my face that stared back at me as I’d thought, just a very similar looking underwear model. She was lounging on a couch, the image spreading across both pages. Apart from the fact that her body was perfectly airbrushed, I swore she was a dead ringer for me. Same sized tits, similar body shape and identical eyes. 

“Hey look at this.” I said, sitting up abruptly, only to find Eddie’s eyes still trained on me. “She looks like me, don’t you think?” I laughed, to distract myself from the intensity of his glare. I tossed it onto the end of the bed between us, landing with a light smacking sound as the pages crinkled together. He eyes flashed away from it instantly, recognition flaring in his face. 

“Uh yeah, maybe, I don’t know, I can’t really see the resemblance.” Eddies’ face went bright red, looking everywhere except for me as he sat up off the side of the bed, readjusting his jeans. I glanced back down to the magazine, realising only too slow that the open page of the model was also dog eared, crumpled viciously around the edges like someone had opened the mag to that exact page one too many times. 

“Oh.” I whispered, drawing Eddie’s attention back to me as he gauged my reaction. I fixed my stare onto his face, never leaving it as I reached to my hips, pulling my shirt that was tucked into my jeans up over my head and tossing it into a corner of his room. Eddie gulped nervously as my breasts swelled over my bra, a sight that he had never seen before. His eyes trailed down my stomach as I undid my belt, refusing to meet my eyes as I spoke. 

“It’s late, we should head to bed Eddie.” I swiped an old hellfire t-shirt off his dresser and skipped to the bathroom, my heart pounding as heat blossomed in my lower abdomen. It wasn’t unusual for me to sleep in his bed with him when I stayed over, both of us were too stubborn to take the couch. I had said it would be the gentlemen thing for him to do, but Eddie argued back that it was ‘his bed so his rules.” We compromised by usually building a pillow wall between us. 

When I headed back to his room, wearing only his shirt, Eddie had already turned the lights down and snapped open his bedroom window, knowing that I liked to sleep with a breeze pouring through the room. He was gently resting above the covers, playing with the draw strings of his pyjama pants and not wearing a shirt, naturally. He had taken advantage over my absence to get changed quickly as well, leaving his jeans pooled in a mess next to the bed. I picked them up for him and folded them over his desk chair, sliding in next to him under the covers. He didn’t look up or say anything as I snuggled down next to him, but I heard his breathing increase. 

“Hey Eds.” I murmured, listening to him squirm next to me as he adjusted himself into a comfortable position.

“Yes y/n?” He answered cautiously, smiling to myself at his uneasiness, letting him dangle for a little bit. He nudged my back with his knee when I didn’t respond instantly. 

“I’m glad we’re okay after this morning.”  He huffed out a relieved breath and huddle down under the blankets with me, he’d neglected to build a pillow wall between us this time so I could feel the intense heat radiating off his body, I pushed my freezing toes against his legs, electing an annoyed groan from Eddie. 

“S’all good sweetheart, what are friends for.” He whispered, letting my frozen limbs assault him without further complaint. His hot breath fanned across the back of my neck, sending shivers up my spine as he quickly fell into a deep slumber. 

I envied how fast Eddie managed to fall asleep as I tossed and turned hours later, my earlier frustrations bubbling up to the surface. The throbbing had returned between my legs as I became acutely aware of Eddies hulking form towering over me. 

Fuck it, our friendship was strong enough to withstand anything. 

I pushed myself backwards, pressing my ass into his crotch and grinding softly, his soft snores haltered as a strong hand shot out to grip my hip, holding me in place. 

“What are you doing?” His gruff voice broke through the darkness. 

“What does it look like?” I shot back sarcastically, rubbing my ass up and down, grinning as I felt him harden under the sheets between us. 

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” I scoffed slightly at him, both of us were anything but innocent, I had gotten around almost as much as Eddie had. We even shared sex tips, as cute besties did.

“That’s not what your dick thinks.” I nodded beneath the covers, turning my head slightly to get a look at his expression. His hand tightened at my hip, almost ripping the fabric away that sat there. My breath hitched in my throat and my confidence faltered as his eyes darkened, hunger taking over his face. 

“That’s not what I mean, if you keep going y/n… I’m not going to be able to stop.” He allowed some room between us as I turned over to lay on my back, he was half hovering over me now, his hand still at my side. His shirt that I was wearing had ridden up to expose my abdomen and my silky underwear, his eyes travelled down my chest to devour the sight. 

“If you don’t roll over and go back to sleep right now y/n” He warned, his hand moving up to caress my waist. “We can’t go back.” 

His eyes sent an unforeseen knife of need through me, twisting in the pit of my abdomen as a recognizable craving grew there. 

I bit my lip and cupped his cheek, tracing the outline of his lips with my nails. 

“I don’t want to go back.” I moaned. It was enough to push us both over the edge, he flattened himself against my body as I wrapped my legs around his waist, ripping the sheets out of the way that tangled around us. He crushed his lips to mine as a desperate moan escaped him, the sound drove me crazy as I knotted my hands in his hair. He pulled me forward from the pillows, pausing for a moment to run his eyes over my shielded body. 

“You look so fucking sexy in my shirt y/n.” He groaned, running his hands down the sides of my stomach. As he reached the hem of the shirt, he ripped it over my head.

“But even better with it off.” He nodded to himself, his hands immediately reaching to cup my breasts through my lacy bra. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin under my jaw. I gasped loudly and smacked his shoulders. 

“No hickeys.” He bit my neck once more before wrapping a large hand around it and squeezing lightly. My eyes widened as he pulled back to look at me, his face aflame with need. 

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to. You understand?” I nodded meekly as pleasure wracked my brain from the lack of oxygen. He smirked at my reaction, knowing I had a thing for dominant men, I had told him more than enough times during our late-night talks. I had started off in control, but Eddie had ripped it from my grasp. I reached up behind me to unclasp my bra, but his soft hands quickly stopped me. 

“Actually y/n, I’ve been fantasising about this for as long as I can remember. I want to savour every moment.”

He laid me back gently against his bed, tracing kisses from my jaw line down my sternum, he caressed the side of my neck where his fingertips had pushed into. As he made his way to the top of my panties his eyes flicked up through his lashes to gaze at my face, I stared down at him nervously, not having to imagine how good he was going to be at eating pussy. We had spent hours going back and forth, teaching each other how to be good hook-ups for other people. Now I was about to find out if he’d paid any attention. 

I spread my legs wider to make more room for him as he settled between my thighs, nibbling at the soft inner skin there, leaving wet kisses behind as he travelled the length of my legs, teasing me beyond what should been allowed. He skimmed his palm across my clothed pussy, he barely touched me, but it still sent a bolt of pleasure through me. 

“Jesus, y/n, you’re so wet already.” he laughed, sending vibrations through my body as he brought his mouth close to my clit, looking up at me teasingly as I squirmed. 

“Shut it Munson.” I groaned, trying to wiggle down and close the distance but his strong arm pressed down on my abdomen, keeping me in place. 

“Patience baby.” He traced a long finger up and down my slit, pressing against my entrance through my panties. 

I gasped and moaned as his thumb made slight circles around my clit.

“Eddie, please I’m begging you. Oh fuck.” I nearly screamed as he pulled my panties to the side and his mouth replaced his thumb. His deep laugh at the way I writhed, between my thighs did unspeakable things to my body. He gently suckled at my sweet spot, pulling on it between his teeth softly. I dug my nails into his arm still stretched across my stomach for support. He reached up with his free hand to pull my bra down, freeing both of my tits. His fingers twisted and pinched my nipples painfully until they both became erect, as his tongue continued to lap at my pussy, increasing the wetness that saturated the sheets beneath me already. He moved his hand down back between my thighs as I moaned his name, the burning heat growing closer to the edge with each lick.  

“Fuck you taste so good y/n” He moaned between my legs “Even better than I thought.” He brought a finger to my entrance and slipped it into the base of his knuckle, not giving me any time to adapt to the feeling of it. He lifted his head up to watch me shudder beneath his touch, his eyes twinkling with excitement and his chin dripping wet. I laughed and gasped as his finger curled inside of me, as I reached down to wipe myself off his face, bringing my own fingers back to my mouth to suck the taste of me off of them. His pace increased as he hovered over me, adding an extra finger in to stretch me as far as I would go. 

“Say my name. I wanna hear you say who’s making you feel this good.” He brought his face close to mine, biting my lip as he pumped away between my legs. I couldn’t speak, I could barely breath as my orgasm threatened to spill over. Sensing I was close he sat back on his heels, pulling his fingers out from me and licking my essence off them, I grabbed his hand as it fell to his side and shoved his fingers as far as they’d go down my throat, moaning at the taste of me as I watched his eyes roll back into his head. 

With a jolt he reached back down between my shaking legs, entrapping my clit between two of his knuckles and rolling it back and forth, his rings gently clinking together. 

“Eddie I wanna cum.” I complained impatiently, my abdomen clenching. 

“Not yet baby, not yet.” I sat forward out of his grasp and quickly snapped the  draw strings of his pants loose, running my hands along his v-line. Two could play at this game, I thought. He threw his head back as I pulled his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free. When he had boasted to me about whatever hook-up he found at his usual bar, I thought he had been exaggerating about his size, as most guys did. But Eddie was huge to the point it sent a stab of fear shooting through me. Glancing up at him through my lashes approvingly, he grinned down at me, being able to read my mind as always. 

“Impressed are you y/n?” I smirked at him and began twisting my hand up and down his shaft, pooling salvia in my mouth. 

“You should know by now, I’m no liar-“ His droning was effectively cut off as I took the tip of him into my warm mouth, his salty pre cum washing over my tongue. I removed him with a little pop and licked from the base of his cock to the tip, dribbling a little to make my hand slide up and down easier. He groaned and put his hands behind his head, arching his hips forward to try and push himself further into my mouth. 

“Patience baby.” I mocked him, smiling up at him as I leant forward on my knees, arching my own back so he could see my ass a little better from his position. 

“Fuckkkk y/n, you look so pretty like that.” I moaned as I slid his entire cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue, Eddie shuddered and wrapped his hands in my hair, gently guiding my head back and forth. I sucked in my cheeks to tighten the warm feeling around his cock, he twitched with pleasure and rammed forward into my face. I choked and gagged, he pulled back instantly, his tip resting against my swollen lips. 

“Shit y/n, are you okay? Sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” He wiped a tear falling down my check, worry clouding his face. I kissed his palm to tell him it was okay and brought his dick back into my mouth gently, picking up a constant pace, tickling his balls like I know he loved. His hand moved from my face to cup the back of my neck, but more carefully this time. He started thrusting faster as I felt him getting close, as he moaned deliciously, I pulled away from him. He looked down at me incredulously.

“Wait what, come back y/n.” He tried to grab me, but I shuffled back up the bed, spreading my legs seductively as an invitation. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Eddie, did you wanna cum?” I smiled deviously as he watched me play with myself, teasing him. “Tell me about the model in the mag by the way, did you pretend she was me when you were jerking off to it?”

‘You’re in trouble now.” He growled, reaching up to my ankles and dragging me back down the bed. I squealed as he pulled me against him, crushing his lips to mine as I smiled. With my legs still in his grip, he crossed them over so quickly that I flipped and landed face down in the mattress. I gasped as his intention hit me. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his hands around my hips and wrenched my pelvis backwards against his waist, his hard cock pressing against my clothed slit. 

“Let me show you what I imagined when I was jerking off over you y/n.” I could hear in his voice that he was smirking, and I reached between my legs to clasp his balls. He gasped and dug his hands into my skin. 

“Are you gonna talk or fuck me Munson?” He didn’t hesitate as he pulled my panties to the side and plunged into me, struggling a bit as he was more than I had ever been used to. We moaned as the sensation of my walls opening up to him hit us both. He paused as he bottomed out in me, letting me get used to the size of him, both of us gasping to catch our breaths. He grabbed my free hand to pin behind my back, his rings digging into my skin as he pressed down on me slightly, beginning to thrust into me. Each moan of pleasure he fucked from my body brought us both closer to the edge, our noises turning animalistic as we both raced towards our release. As my body began to convulse, he stopped and flipped me back over so I faced him, pushing back into me before I could miss the feeling of him.

“I want to watch that pretty face of yours while you cum y/n.” I gasped and pressed my mouth against his, running my tongue along his bottom lip to taste his delectable scent. At the feel of my mouth, he fucked me harder, keeping up the steady pace as my legs locked around him. I hid my face away in the crook of his neck while waves of pleasure crashed over me, he cried out in pain as I bit down on the soft patch of skin near his shoulder, my nails leaving matching scratches in his back. He fucked me through my orgasm until he pulled out and released his own across my stomach, shivering as he held himself above my frame, the prettiest noises I’d ever heard tumbling from his mouth. 

Eddie rolled to the side and held me tight for a moment, pressing a kiss to the top of my hair before jumping off the bed and grabbing a random shirt from the floor. I moved my hand from swirling pretty patterns in his mixture as he gently wiped it off of me, he poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth while he made sure to clean all of it off of me. 

“I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had Eddie.” I breathed as a cloud of ecstatic bliss surrounded me. He grinned up at me through his beautiful lashes. 

“That’s what friends are for.” He joked, sitting up on the bed next to me to clean himself up. As he tossed the shirt away and pulled a cigarette to his mouth, I swung my leg over to straddle him, pushing his hands above his head against the bed frame, the gentle click of the handcuffs echoing around us as I wrapped them around his wrists, locking him into place. 

“My turn Munson.” I grinned, stealing the cigarette from his lips. 

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.

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Not me thinking about Andy going feral and fucking me over the next surface 🦋

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 now i'm thinking about it–

warnings: short lil drabble, kitchen sex, unprotected sex (p in v), degradation (mainly just a couple uses of "slut"), 18+

a/n: you absolutely didn't ask for this, but it turned into a whole thing lmfao thank you for sending this though!!

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As you stand at the kitchen counter scooping the last bit of the salad you made into a big bowl, you feel Andy's arms wrap around you from behind. "You gonna be ready to go, or..."

His soft kisses against your neck have you giggling, but you half-heartedly push him away as you reach for the cover to put on the bowl. He can tell you're not serious as you weakly wiggle away from his embrace though. You're the one who'd rather not be going to a family birthday party on a Saturday afternoon.

Instead of letting you go, his hands fall from your waist to grasp at the hem of the sundress you're wearing, slowly lifting the fabric up. A click of his tongue when he's met with your bare ass has you hanging your head, hiding the smirk on your face.

"Naughty girl," he whispers. He bunches the rest of your dress up around your hips and gives your ass a soft slap. "You were gonna leave here today without anything underneath this pretty little dress?"

Not saying anything, you just shrug, savoring the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck, his beard grazing your sensitive skin.

"I think you wanted me to fuck you right here before we go, didn't you?" His hand roams up to pull the neckline of your dress down, exposing your tits. "Because you're a slut who can't go a day without my dick in her pretty pussy." He pinches a nipple between two of his fingers, making you yelp and involuntarily bend over the counter. "We won't be home until late and you knew this dress would get me."

You can't help what he reduces you to so quickly–your mind is only focused on one thing right now. Pushing your hips back against him, you can feel his hardening cock.

When you don't answer, he pinches your nipple again and slaps your tit before putting his hand back on your hip to hold you still. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir," you quickly answer. He could be asking you to lie and you'd do it–that's the affect he has on you. But you're not lying right now. "Want you to fuck me. Please."

"Good girl telling me what she wants," he praises. His hands leave you momentarily to undo his belt and pants, pushing them down enough to free his dick. He returns a hand to you, this time between your legs. While he strokes himself, two fingers dip between your folds, and he chuckles, cooing mockingly at you when he feels how wet you are already. "You've been worked up all morning, haven't you? My poor baby."

"Please, Andy," you sigh, eyes clenching shut at the anticipation. You don't dare move though–you know better. "Please–"

Your pleas are cut off when he steps closer to you, the tip of his cock nudging between your slit causing you to gasp. He teases you that way, letting himself brush over your clit before coming back to push into your cunt. It doesn't take much, your pussy swallowing him whole almost immediately.

"Greedy fucking slut," he hisses, stilling his hips a moment to let you get comfortable. When you're ready, he starts with slow strokes, almost pulling all the way out before pushing his hips back against your ass so he's buried in you again.

In no time his thrusts have fallen into a steady rhythm, the pressure deep in your belly building up quickly.

He can tell you're close when your breathing picks up, short huffs of breath falling from your lips. His favorite sound is your moans getting louder with each drag of his cock inside you.

You squeal when he starts pounding into you harder, your thighs brutally hitting the edge of the counter, but the bruises will be worth it later.

His hand gripping the back of your neck gets your attention. "You wanna cum for me?"

"Yes," you cry out, violently nodding your head. "I want to cum for you. Please!"

His other hand slips around to between your legs so his fingers can rub right circles against your throbbing clit. Heat flushes across your chest and creeps up your neck as your body tenses, trying to hold back for him.

The trembling of your legs doesn't go unnoticed by him; he knows he has you right on the edge. "Cum."

The ringing in your ears barely allows you to register the demand that leaves his mouth. "Fuck," you choke, the built-up pressure exploding, sending waves of pleasure cascading across your body.

"Good little slut," he teases, slapping your ass again. His thrusts don't falter, prolonging your high.

It's all too much, your arms giving out beneath you. A shiver runs through you as your cheek presses against the cold countertop, mixing with the aftershocks of your climax that have you shaking. "Thank you," you pant, catching your breath. "Thank you."

[wordsafterhours]

Songs About You - Chapter 6

AN:

Here it is! The full chapter in all its unedited and rough glory. I hope you like it and I'm sorry it took 6 weeks for it. I hope I don't go that long again without an update.

Word Count: 4.7k

Potential TWs: Grief, fighting, cussing, alcohol

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Seconds faded into minutes and those minutes into hours. Aelin wasn’t sure how long she’d been crumpled on the floor, but the golden evening rays had long been gone, leaving Present Tense sparsely lit by streetlamps and a little moonlight. The gods must have a sense of humor, to match the store’s atmosphere to that of her soul—dark with only a sliver of light to show that there was something worth looking for. 

Aelin supposed she was being dramatic, it was a silly fight blown out of proportion by male ego, but the grief that was blooming so vibrantly in her chest, pushed all reason aside. Grief was a scream, her scream, trapped inside and only she could hear it. It was agonizing. She ached for the warm arms of her parents, the late-night talks with her dad on the back porch, of knowing there would always be a safe spot to land. Sure, she had her friends and her cousin and her uncle, but it wasn’t the same. 

Home. A place, feeling, person. That’s what missing and every fiber of her being longed to be whole again. She missed desperately the girl she had been before the loss of her parents. Maybe, laying against the worn bookstore floor was her version of rock bottom and tomorrow it would all start looking up.  

Lacking the energy to stand, Aelin rolled onto her back, peering up at the underside of her desk.  The faint gleam of a spiderweb caught her eye and she traced the lines, marveling at how such a creature could build a masterpiece. The inhabitant was not visible to her gaze, perhaps waiting in the darkness until something ensnared itself in the web. Or possibly, it was observing her wallowing, offering silent companionship.  

The floor wasn’t a half bad resting place, and she was suddenly aware of how weary she felt—exhaustion seeping into her very bones. Casting aside the nagging feeling of forgetting something, her lids fluttered close, sleep washing over her. 

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Cold.

Wet. 

Those were the feelings that had Aelin waking from sleep, swinging her arms, and rolling away from the persistent discomfort. Her escape was short lived as her body met a hard barrier, jarring her to full consciousness. A turquoise eye cracked open, searching for answers. 

Fleetfoot loosed a small back and her tail wagged furiously back and forth when she met Aelin’s stare. That explained cold and wet, Aelin thought to herself, extending a handout to pet the pup. She sat up in a rush, suddenly aware that she was still in Present Tense, on the floor, and Fleetfoot hadn’t been here earlier. Lights were also on where they had not been before. 

“Aelin?” a musical voice called out.

“Down here,” she answered, not bothering to stand up. 

A familiar figure rounded corner, looking equally confused and relieved, as she saw Aelin on the floor. Aelin flashed a sheepish smile and lifted her hand in a small wave.

“Why haven’t you answered your phone? Lys called you. Aedion.  Me. You were supposed to get Fleetfoot hours ago. Everyone is freaking out,” Elide questioned, worry coloring every word. 

Aelin’s cheeks heated in shame. She hadn’t thought of anyone other than herself while she’d been spiraling and as she analyzed Elide further, she could see her friend looked tired, purplish rings under her dark eyes, her usually flawless hair haphazardly pulled back. But Aelin didn’t know what to tell her—the truth or an excuse. 

A lecture about her boyfriend was something she could not handle right now. He wasn’t bad, she had been in the wrong, a little anyways… but her emotional control was threadbare now; any force in the wrong direction would damn it all to hell. Pushing down this spiral with lies likely wasn’t going to be any better. 

Her lungs expanded as she sucked in a large breath steeling herself for what was to come. 

“I’ve been right here for hours.” 

Her friend’s brows crinkled in confusion, but she stayed silent, waiting for Aelin to continue. 

“Today, today was a good day. I was happy. And then I wasn’t,” she offered quietly, eyes tracing the wood grain of the worn floorboard, avoiding eye contact. Pretending, pretending that she was confessing her troubles to thin air and not to one the people who knew her best. 

“I spent the afternoon sharing how wonderful this city was to tourists.  I got to tell them stories of my parents, what they did for Terrasen and Orynth, how they’d instilled in me this burning passion for my homeland--,” she paused, her voice cracking as she forced down a sob, but not the tears rimming her eyes. Silently, they fell over, rolling down her pale cheeks. “—It was closest I had felt to them years. And then my new friend let me read a book with them like my dad used to do.” 

Again, she could feel a sob surfacing and captured her pink lip between her teeth, biting down, using the physical pain to ground her. She refused to give the universe the satisfaction of hearing her cries aloud, of Elide hearing them. She didn’t want pity or soft words or reassurances that it would all be okay. Because right now, it didn’t feel like it would be okay. A part of her had died with her parents and if she voiced that, they would all go back to handling her like glass and passing worried glances amongst themselves, trying to prevent her from seeing, but failing miserably.  

Elide’s shoulder brushed against hers as she sat down. Aelin knew she was trying to comfort her without being too overbearing and she felt her tips twitch, the ghost of a smile trying to make itself known. “What happened, Ae?” Elide whispered. 

“Chaol came in and lost his shit. He accused Rowan of trying to kiss me, they almost fought, and after Rowan left, Chaol made me feel like I was doing something wrong. He brought up moving in together, again, and acted like Rowan was a reason I didn’t want to.” Aelin tried to keep the bitterness out of her confession but by the end of it, she decided she was bitter, mad, hurt.

“I know you’re mad but don’t take this the wrong way, Aelin. You’re going to keep having this fight with Chaol to one of you gives in. He desperately wants to secure his spot in your life and to him, that’s moving in together. I think a lot of his issues stem from some insecurity or something and that’s why he’s always picking insignificant fights. You need to move forward with him or without him, sooner rather than later.” 

Aelin tried to scoot away from her friend but Elide grabbed her arm, holding her in place. “No, you don’t get to leave because you don’t like what I have to say. I love you and I am on your side, Aelin. I always am. I’m just offering you advice as an outside observer,” she clarified, sincerity peppering her words.  

A sigh rushed out of Aelin along with her anger at Elide. She knew she was right, but it didn’t lessen the sting. Avoiding conflict had become a coping mechanism, a way of living, and truthfully, she wasn’t ready to give it up. Not knowing what to say, she enjoyed the quiet and leaned her head against Elide’s shoulder, soaking in the support. 

Sometime later, Aelin disrupted the silence to quietly apologize for failing to answer her phone and she’d learned that all the panic could have been averted if she shared her location with everyone. Apparently, she was the only one in the entire group who hadn’t turned the feature on, but no one said anything because Aelin always answered her phone. 

“Hand me your phone and I’ll show you where to turn it on,” her friend offered. Aelin reached up, bumping a portion of spiderweb as her hand disappeared into the desk. She grabbed the phone and noted a jumping spider emerging from the same space. A small graced her lips, she’d been right earlier. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” Elide asked as she grabbed Aelin’s phone.

“No reason.” 

“Alright, whatever you say.” Elide replied before she segued into showing Aelin how to turn the feature on and to see where everyone else was. 

“I can’t wait to stalk you all at any given time,” she admitted with a devilish smirk. She had a feeling her friends would all regret sharing their location with her soon enough. 

“Aelin don’t make me regret this,” Elide chuckled as she handed her back the phone. She then gracefully stood and dusted off her pants. Aelin grabbed her extended hand and stood too, taking note that her back and butt were sore from being on the floor so long. She stretched, letting out a loud yawn. 

“Hmm, I guess you’re too tired to come with me.”

“Huh?” Aelin questioned.

“I’m going to Moonie's and since you’ve spent all evening and the better part of your night sad, I thought you’d want to go. But if you’re too tired…”

“No!” she immediately replied, scooping up a sleeping Fleetfoot. “We’re ready!” 

Elide shook her head laughing but motioned for Aelin to lead the way. After locking up the store, the pair hopped in Elide’s truck, Fleetfoot occupying the bench seat spot between them. “Promise me you won’t give Lorcan the third degree, I didn’t tell him you were coming.” 

“I would never,” Aelin declared, holding her hand to her chest, looking offended. 

“I’m not sure who you’re trying to fool but I’ve known you my whole life. You give everyone the third degree.”

“I have idea what you’re talking about,” she replied, hiding a smirk by looking out the truck window.

“If you give Lorcan the third degree, I’ll ask you about Rowan.”

Aelin’s turquoise eyes slid sideways, subtly trying to see if Elide looked serious or not.  Her friend’s profile was perfectly stoic, dark eyes trained on the road. 

“Damn you Elide Lochan, you have learned my tricks too well.” 

“I guess you’ll have to learn new ones,” was all she offered in response.  Aelin smiled to herself and mulled over how she could question Elide’s new beau without making it obvious. From the few things Elide and Lysandra had said, Lorcan was tall, intimidating, and didn’t tolerate many people. She didn’t understand the attraction between the two since her friend loved everyone, but maybe it would become clearer after she spent some time amongst them. 

Before they’d even reached the bar, Aelin could see the faint glow Moonie’s lit sign gave off, like a beacon welcoming the weary. Despite last time being a shit show, she prayed tonight would be better—it had to be. Tumultuous waves of grief and loss fought against her, wanting out, wanting to be felt again, but she pushed them down, instead gripping tight to the small shred of hope she maintained. 

Aelin startled when she felt her body move slightly sideways into the truck door. It was only then she realized Elide had been trying to get her attention. 

“Can I help you?” she huffed, pushing off the door. 

“Are you coming inside or not?” Elide was already standing outside the truck, hands on her hips, looking expectantly at her. Aelin’s cheeks and neck heated in embarrassment at having missed all the commotion, even her puppy had vacated the cab. 

“I’ll be right there; I just need a minute.” She didn’t wait for a response before pushing open the door and sliding out onto the ground. If Elide had responded, it was drowned out by the metallic clang of a closing door. 

The night was crisp, the smell of autumn permeating the air around her. She closed her eyes, bracing against the truck, loosing a large sigh. A fraction of the weight from her shoulders lifted as atmosphere quelled the unrest running rampant in her mind. Opening her eyes, she glanced around noting no one was outside, it was just her and the edges of Oakwald trees cast in an artificial glow from the giant sign behind her. How long had these trees been here? What secrets did they hold? Had they witnessed joy and heartbreak and misery? Sometimes, she wished to be a tree—tall, unwavering, weathering the harshest conditions with ease. The gods though had not bestowed that gift upon her, and she was merely a soul who felt things too deeply, damaged easily by the simplest of things. 

Enough time had passed that standing outside no longer constituted as “a moment” and Aelin had a sneaking suspicion that if she didn’t go in soon, Elide would do something drastic. Steeling herself for human interaction, she left behind the calmness of the night, and headed into the bar with Fleetfoot hot on her heels. 

The amount of bar goers was more than she expected as the number of vehicles outside didn’t correlate, but she hadn’t been paying much attention either. The lower lighting and dark wood of Moonie’s made it harder to scan the groups of people, forcing her to traipse further into the bar. A few passing glances were cast her way, but none belonged to anyone she knew. Her heart beat a little harder, battering her ribs as anxiety began to creep up. This could not be a repeat of last time. Maybe she should go back outside, call Aedion to come get her to take her home.  

But then she heard it, the musical laughter of Elide, followed by a chorus of deeper ones. No wonder she hadn’t come looking for her as it seemed she was having a good time. Aelin felt a spike of guilt in her gut. Her somber mood would likely spoil the night and that wasn’t fair. Home was sounding better, agreeing to come had been a mistake. Since she hadn’t physically seen Elide, it was likely her friend hadn’t seen her either and slipping back out of the bar would be easy. 

Bending down, she scooped up Fleetfoot with little protest, and turned back towards the front door.  Escape. Escape was short-lived. “Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, I know I don’t see you trying to sneak out like a thief in the night.” 

Schooling her features in to one of innocence, she turned and met Elide’s glaring gaze. “Fleetfoot has to pee, she was doing that circle sniff thing she does,” she stated, hoping her. Lie was bought. Almost as though Fleetfoot knew Aelin was using her as a scape goat, the puppy wiggled in her arms forcing Aelin to put her down, and immediately ran to Elide. 

“Fucking traitor,” she mumbled under her breath. 

Elide smirked and motioned for her to follow. Pouting, she trailed behind the two to a table tucked in the corner of the bar. At it were four men playing some sort of game on a phone and laughing, apparently having a very good time. Aelin stood on the periphery, quietly observing, and feeling an involuntary smile tug up the corners of her mouth. Whatever game they were playing was causing chaos, their laughter infectious. 

When the round ended, she noted Elide drape herself across the back of a tall, dark headed male, whispering something into his ear. He turned, his cold stare looking her up and down, making her self-conscious. She probably looked a mess with smeared make-up and puffy under eyes; it was always clear when she’d been crying, fair skin hid nothing. The male didn’t speak before turning back around, ignoring her, and striking back up the conversation with his table mates. There was zero doubt who he was: Lorcan, jerk extraordinaire. 

Elide flicked his ear, making him flinch, and he turned back around, giving her a fake smile. “Why don’t you come sit down?” he asked, sounding pained as he did so. 

Aelin wanted to snipe back with a smart-ass comment but Elide’s pleading look to place nice had her doing the exact opposite. With a saccharine smile, she strolled over to the table, trying to exude an unbothered aura as she sat opposite of Lorcan. He didn’t want to play nice and neither did she—this would be a long night; she could feel in her bones. 

Fleetfoot laid on her feet under the table, done being traitor for the time being. A glass was slid in front of her and the only other blonde at the table began pouring beer into it with remarkable ease. 

“Hi, I’m Fenrys. You must be Aelin,” the blond man exclaimed cheerfully, extending a hand to her. She grasped it and then gasped when he brought the back of her hand to his lips, his onyx eyes shining with mirth. 

She quickly pulled her hand back, still slightly shocked he had kissed it. Boundaries were clearly not his strong suit. “Do you always kiss people you don’t know?” she implored. 

“Only beautiful ones,” he quipped, somehow his smile growing wider than it had been. 

He was beautiful, even more beautiful than Rowan. His skin a glorious bronze color and his curly blond hair, fell past his shoulders. He had it half up, showing his strong jaw and corded neck. Aelin couldn’t help but blush as she realized she was openly gawking. 

“It’s okay, Aelin, look all you like,” he jested, giving a wink. Her cheeks flamed more, the color running all the way to the tips of her ears as she died a little from mortification. The beer in front of her seemed suddenly very important and she gulped several sips down.

“I’m so sorry for my brother. I wish the gods would have given me a sister,” said another male from across the table. Glancing up, she felt like she was seeing double but not. The male looked just like Fenrys but had long, dark hair and a calmer air about him. To her side, she heard Fenrys mumble rude under his breath.  

“Nice to meet you,” she offered, extending a fist. The male bumped his fist against hers with a smile. 

“The name’s Connall and you’ll learn to like me better.”  She chuckled, enjoying him toying with his brother. “And this is my husband, Vaughn,” he indicated to the man sitting between him and Lorcan. Vaughn, like the rest of them, was large and commanded attention with his dark eyes, dark hair, and beautifully cut features. Were all these men beautiful? Aelin felt like she was sitting amongst the pages of a magazine spread. It was a little unnerving. 

“Aelin, we were playing some charades game and since you’re here now, I think we should do boys vs. girls. What do you think?” Elide asked between sips of her beer. 

“It looked fun, you guys were laughing quite hard.” 

“Listen blondie—” Fenrys started, throwing his arm around her shoulders, “—I’m undefeated in this game. You sure you don’t wanna be on my team?” He waggled his eyebrows grinning. 

“Listen blondie,” she said, matching his haughty tone, “Were.  You were undefeated.” With a pointed look, she removed his arm from around her shoulder and placed it down before brushing her lips against his ear, her voice a hushed whisper of promise, “But I’m coming for your title.” 

Gracing the table with a wicked smile, she slid closer to Elide, and the two began to whisper about nothing, but trying to appear as though they were discussing important things. Things like strategy and knocking the men down a few pegs. Aelin caught Fenrys being chastised for gloating and a few more glances than necessary from the men were sent their way. It seemed they were worried about having their assess handed to them.  

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That’s exactly what happened.  Elide and Aelin were now the reigning champs of the game. Three rounds of beer, two rematches, and two paper crowns later, the women were sitting at the end of the table enjoying their buzz and gloating rights. Fenrys actually looked to be pouting and it did make Aelin feel a little bad for beating him, but only a little. She bumped Elide’s shoulder, indicating she was moving back to her original seat.

“I told you I was coming for it,” she singed song, sitting down next to her new friend. 

“How do you fit all that information in your brain? You’re like a damn dictionary or something,” he whined, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“I forgot to mention I own a bookstore, so….”

“Hellas, I would have never played had I know that. Such an unfair advantage.” He placed his forehead to the table, looking sadder by the moment.

Aelin tried to hold in a laugh, but it didn’t work, now here apology wouldn’t sound semi- sincere. “I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“You have to dance with me,” he answered, turning his dark eyes to her, his expression serious. 

“Fenrys, there’s no music,” she stated, waving her hands around to punctuate that there was only the sound of bar patrons. 

“I can fix that!” He slid off the bench seat and disappeared, leaving Aelin crinkling her brows in confusion.

“He owns the bar,” Elide chimed in.

“What?”

“His last name is Moonbeam, hence Moonies. I thought you were smart,” uttered Lorcan as he glared at her over his beer. 

“Why are you such a godsdamned prick?” she sniped, unable to hold back her comments anymore. He’d been a literal pain in her ass since she’d been here, and she was tired of sitting on her feelings for Elide. 

The male bristled, his face somehow sliding into a colder look than Aelin thought possible. Elide didn’t come to her rescue and only shot her a look to say I told you so. Aelin rolled her eyes and stood, eagerly scanning for Fenrys. She saw him behind the bar, messing with a sound system, and soon music filled the air, dulling out the conversations of everyone in Moonie’s. Her puppy was passed out on the floor, and she knew she would likely be there for a while yet—Fleetfoot could sleep through anything. 

Her and Fenrys were not the only ones interested in dancing and several couples were already twirling about a newly vacated space in the middle of the bar. She loved dancing and as she spun about, it occurred to her that they hadn’t gone out to Manon’s bar in a while. Life had gotten in the way with adult responsibilities. Well, that and Chaol hadn’t wanted to go out, so she didn’t either. 

Trying not to lose the carefree feeling coursing through her courtesy of good company and lots of beer, Aelin shoved her boyfriend out of her head. He’d gotten enough of her today and he didn’t deserve anymore of her time. “Having fun, Blondie?” yelled Fenrys as he brought her close ending a set of intricate spins. 

She could feel the flutter of his heart beneath the hand she rested on his muscled chest. The flexed her fingers against him, relishing in the fact she was having fun. Tilting her head back, her bright eyes met his dark ones, and their smiles had to have matched. “Of course. I took your title and I get to dance?”

He shook his head and tapped her nose before throwing her back in a dip. A squeal left her pink lips at the unexpected motion. He moved lower, her blonde hair just touching the worn floor, and just as quickly as he’d dipped her, she was back upright and being spun out. As much as she loved two-stepping, she was happy there was a pause in the music; it meant she could catch her breath. Sweat was glistening her skin and the sweater she was wearing was becoming too hot. 

“I need to take a break. It’s too hot!” she declared to Fenrys, motioning she was going to go outside. He nodded in understanding and promised they would dance more when she came back in. 

The temperature outside had cooled considerably since earlier and Aelin sighed in relief as it licked at her hot skin. Still feeling flushed, she slipped out of her sweater, revealing a white tank top soaked with sweat, her pink bra showing. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be anyone outside watching her strip down. Leaning against a post, Aelin slipped her phone out to check the time. It was barely midnight, but it seemed much later which she attributed to having a good time. 

Movement in her periphery pulled her gaze from the dark of the forest. Turning, her turquoise gaze scanned for the culprit, finding nothing except empty tables, trees, and grass. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything there at all and her beer-addled mind was playing tricks on her. 

Shrugging it off, she stared back out into the forest, soaking in the cold air. 

Suddenly something goosed her in the ass, an involuntary yelp leaving her plush lips. “What the fuck?” she cursed. If Fenrys had snuck up on her, she was going to flay him alive, such childish antics were likely right up his alley. Turning, fists raised to pummel whoever had grabbed her, her eyes landed on a large dog instead of a person. The dog was large, black and tan, with warm brown eyes and a happily wagging tail. He clearly wanted attention. 

Aelin dropped down into a crouch, knees to chest, and extended her hand out, giving him the choice to come closer. He did, placing his maw against her hand, seek pets which she gladly gave. “Who’s a good boy? You’re good boy,” she cooed, sinking her fingers into his ruff. He was wearing a collar, her fingers brushing over metal tags. The tag read Elliot.

“Where’s your person, Elliot?” Naturally, he didn’t answer her and made no attempt to leave as she continued pet him.  Her legs were starting to cramp from her crouched position and instead of successfully standing up, she slipped bac, pancaking onto the grassy lawn with a thud. 

Alcohol. Alcohol was no one’s friend, she thought to herself while trying to catch her breath. It hadn’t been much of a fall backwards, as she was low to the ground already, but it still knocked some air out. The view was nice though, she could see the twinkling stars in all their glory, well that was until Elliot’s nose was sniffing her face.  

Giggles peppered the air as Elliot’s assault was making her ticklish. “Okay, okay, let me up,” she pleaded covering her face. He quit and when she moved her arms, she found that she was alone—he had disappeared as fast as he had come. She sat up, holding her hand to her head, waiting for the dizzy feeling to subside. 

Crunching gravel and footsteps caught her attention; she was no longer alone and that made her feel uneasy. Anyone could be outside, and she was on the ground like easy prey. Aelin pushed up, halfway to standing when something knocked into her, sending her careening over, again.

“I swear to the gods—” Aelin cussed, sitting back up, when she heard a loud voice yelling for Elliot. And there Elliot was, about five feet from her, front legs low to the ground and butt in the air, indicating he wanted to play.

“Absolutely not,” she said firmly, holding her palm up, staring down the dog.  He wagged his tail and jumped forward a bit; he didn’t care that she had said no. Aelin tucked her legs underneath her and tried to stand as Elliot launched right at her.

“Elliot, no!” two voices screamed at the same time. The dog gave her a wide berth, barking at something behind her. Aelin stood, dusting off herself best she could, and straightened her spine. She was going to give his owner a piece of her mind. Except when she turned, the angry words died on her tongue. 

“I see you met, Elliot.” Her eyes narrowed, flicking between the two. 

“Seems as you both like to catch me off guard,” she mumbled into the space between them. 

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patpran marvel cinematic universe au

listen i know i still need to post that patpran star wars au but somehow this happened. bear in mind that i'm not a writer and it's been years since i write so please ignore the grammar errors :"D or any other errors since i haven't proofread it yet. anyway, let's go! pls be nice to me my feelings are fragile </3

Patpran mcu au (ignore the canon timeline please haha)

Patpran mcu au where Pran is the tired insurance agent working at an insurance company under Stark Industries, the Guardian Insurance and Pat is the unluckiest guy in the city who is always the victim whenever the Avengers save the day.

And somehow Pran will always be the guy who answered his call (Pran used to hate this Pat Napat Jindapat guy because why is he always calling when the working hours is about to end, it annoys Pran even more that he has A LOT to claim so he will be one of the unlucky agent who leave the office after working hours and listen, he might be tired but he’s not that heartless to ignore the calls. He knows how tiresome it is when your car suddenly gets thrown to the space by the Hulk, he has experienced it first-hand. It’s not fun).

The keyword is he used to.

“Thank you for calling the Guardian Insurance. My name is Pran Parakul and how can I help you today?” Pran picks up the call, activating his insurance agent voice tone. He winces when he hears things crashing in the background of the caller. There’s also a roar- ah must be the Hulk then.

“Hello there Pran!” The caller sounds oddly cheerful but it’s not a surprise. He's always happy. “It’s Pat again and I want to file claims under the Avengers Coverage please. My new car doesn’t look like a car anymore- I just witnessed Hulk using it to fight these flying aliens- he threw it at them and they’re somehow still alive. What do they eat in space-”

He then heard Pat winced.

“Shit. Thor just fried my car with his thunder. It’s toasted now.”

“How come you are always there Pat?” Pran sighs as he types in Pat’s policy number. Yes, he can already memorize it by now but it’s the first time where he doesn’t ask Pat for the details. “The last time you called was 4 days ago, it was about how your apartment was destroyed because a rocket blasted through it and now this? You’re so unlucky that I would advise you to take the new insurance package- we cover everything there. The Avengers have new members now with a much higher risk so the premium would be higher but hey it’s worth it.” He says seriously as he fills in Pat’s details.

“I love it when you talk about insurance. You really sound like you know your stuff and that is so attractive to me.” Pat replies cheekily. “It’s working by the way. I will sign up for the package later. Better safe than sorry.”

Pran has to bite his inner cheek to prevent himself from screaming. If he has a crush on Pat, a guy whom he has never met before- they’ve only talked on phone! when he’s working! then no one has to know. “Pat, it’s my job. I have to know my stuff.”

He ignores the butterflies in his stomach.

“Okay so I have filled in your details and the claim will start processing tomorrow since it’s already so late when you called.”

“Awww Pran.” Pat coos. “You remember my details? You didn’t even ask this time- I was honestly waiting for it.”

Pran rubs his forehead and lets out a sigh. Pat really needs to stop sounding so cute over the phone. It’s testing Pran’s sanity. “Pat, you’re our regular customer and let me remind you, somehow it’s always me who answers your call.”

“Magic isn’t it? How is it always you huh? I guess I can thank Dr. Strange for that.” Pat giggles. “All that wizard stuff.”

“Yeah and don’t forget to thank him too for cutting your car in half when he closed his magic portal 6 months ago.” Pran rolls his eyes. “and when he dropped the dead alien's head in the middle of the road, right in front of you which gave you a heart attack and you fainted a year ago. You’re lucky your current package covers the medical part.”

“You remembered that too!” he heard Pat gasping loudly, hurting his ears.

“Shh! Talk slower.” He hushes Pat as he waves awkwardly to his coworker who’s leaving the office. He cranes his neck to look around the office and guess what. He’s the only one left and it’s 30 minutes to six. He remembers complaining to Wai this evening, moaning about how tired he is since Loki decides to bring in even more aliens today- and the calls were nonstop. Apparently, the Eternals are also busy today dealing with the Deviants so that means more calls from people to claim their insurance under the Eternals package.

But talking to Pat makes him feel so refreshed. Pat is actually the only customer who never gets mad or lash out his feelings and tiredness at him whenever he wants to file some claim. He is always so cheerful when talking with Pran- unlike the other customers who give him a headache. He understands why they’re mad but there’s also a limit when they can’t stop lashing out at him- especially when they find out their package doesn’t cover certain claims. It’s not Pran’s fault! He tried explaining to them before about their insurance package but they would just ignore him.

“Of course I do.” Pran mutters slowly. “You called here asking if a handsome guy in a red cloak that can also fly on its own is an Avenger because you have never seen him before. You didn’t sound that mad either that you ended up at the hospital for the alien head.”

“Why would I be mad? They’re too busy saving the city to care about these details but they really should care more about it by the way. The insurance cost a lot and I’m fortunate enough to have extra money for the monthly premiums.” Pat complains. “I have to pay for my sister’s insurance too since she’s still in college and I’m just grateful she’s not as unfortunate as me. The only time she had to make a claim was when Captain America’s shield dent her car.”

“You were not mad when you called here too. Believe me, you’re the only one who calls and doesn’t start screaming when we answer.” Pran laughs quietly. “That makes you very memorable.”

and adorable, but Pran keeps it to himself.

“Huh? Why should I be mad at you? You’re just doing your job and you help me with my claims. People should be more grateful actually.”

God, Pat really likes- no scratch that, he’s really in love with Pat and it feels so ridiculous.

“Well then let’s pray more people are like you Pat Napat Jindapat.” Pran sighs, praying for it to become a reality one day. "It will save me from this unnecessary headache."

They stay quiet for a while after that but it was a comfortable silence. There’s no awkwardness here and Pran wants to drown himself in the comfortableness. He doesn’t even hear the fighting in the background anymore- either Pat has walked away from there or the fight is taking place somewhere else now.

Pat is the first one to break the silence.

“Hey Pran.” He calls out- he sounds nervous and Pran takes notice of it. “Are you.. perhaps free tomorrow night?”

Pran’s eyes widened. He can’t be asking-

“If you’re free then would you like to have dinner with me? It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it. I know we’ve only been talking through the phone during your working hours so-“

Pran cuts him off. “Are you asking me out, like, like on a date? Is this a date?”

“Yes. Like a date.” He heard Pat exhales nervously. “I’m asking you out on a date with me tomorrow night. So…. would you like to?”

Pran really can’t believe this is happening to him. Holy shit.

“Yes! Of course, I would love to!” he answers too excitedly for his own liking but who cares! Pat is asking him out!

“Great!" Pat heaves a sigh of relief. "Just text me your address later- you already know my number, so I can pick you up tomorrow but I’ll use Paa’s car because well. You know me, I’m very unlucky today.”

“Sure Pat. I’ll do that later.” Pran lets out a laugh before telling Pat he actually can’t wait to meet the most unfortunate guy in the city.

“Are you sure I am THAT unfortunate?” Pat teases Pran. “Hmmmm because I’m feeling pretty lucky today that the sexy and attractive insurance agent Pran Parakul actually agreed to go out on a date with me tomorrow night.”

This guy-

“You’re so annoying you know that right?” Pran chuckles. “I’m ending the call now. The company will kill me if they find out I’m using the company’s phone to talk to you. It’s almost 45 minutes.”

“Well, tell them I’m one of the reasons your company is still relevant. Without me, who’s a very cursed person, the Guardian Insurance would be out of business by now.”

Pran can’t stop grinning from ear to ear as he bids his goodbye to Pat, promising him that he will text his address tonight.

As he packs his things, he thinks- he really has to send gifts to Dr. Banner and Thor by the way because without them destroying Pat’s car today, he would never experience this. Heck, he might even have to send gifts to the whole Avengers- he doesn’t know if he can send gifts to Asgard, but he swears he will find a way. For once, it’s a good day to live in this chaotic city. The Avengers really save the day today.