#so let's bring it back 'round again shall we?

[heartateasee]

“Sunkissed”

boyfriend!harry x you

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), hair pulling, size kink and unprotected sex

Plot: You and Harry are spending the day at the Masters, but he can’t wait to get you back to your airBNB.

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Harry’s arm was tight around your waist as you smiled up at him underneath the Georgia sun. You had to tilt your head back a little further to see him under the brim of the hat of his that he insisted you wore to keep the sun off your head. 

“Can’t have you getting too hot,” he told you. “There’s going to be some shade, but we’ll be out there all day. I’d feel awful if the heat made you sick.”

So you wore his dark blue cap with the Augusta National Golf Club logo embroidered on the front over the top of your ponytail that you pulled through the hole in the back. You were grateful that it matched the blue of the flowy, pleated athletic skirt you chose for the day - a white halter top hugging to your torso with sunglasses perched on your nose.

“You seem to be having fun,” you told Harry, and he returned your smile - dipping his head down to plant a kiss against your lips.

“Of course I am. I’m with my favorite girl, watching one of my favorite sports on this beautiful day,” Harry tapped his nose gently against yours before standing up straight again.

You couldn’t get over how good he looked. His hair that was steadily growing out was styled perfectly, and you couldn’t stop running your fingers through the front where it had grown out a little more than the other areas. Black Gucci sunglasses were pushed perfectly onto his face, and a dark blue pullover covered up his lighter blue polo.

“Glad I convinced you to not only wear that hat, but also this little number,” Harry stated as he tugged at the white cardigan that he talked you into bringing along. “I told you that you would maybe get chilly once we were out here.”

And he had been right. There was a little bit of wind, and if you were underneath the trees in the shade, it was quite cold.

“And you were correct,” you told him with a nod. “About both.”

He reached his hand down to glide over one of the globes of your ass - causing you to sink your teeth down into your bottom lip.

“You look so good today, baby,” Harry lifted his other hand to slide his sunglasses down so you’d be able to see his eyes as they trailed over you.

“Yeah?” You smirked as you curled into his side a little more, and you pressed onto your tiptoes so you were speaking into his ear. “How good?”

It was as if you could almost feel Harry shudder as you spoke, and then you felt a small squeeze on your ass cheek. “So good that I’m willing to miss seeing the last few golfers finish their rounds in order to get you back to the airBNB.”

Now you were the one who shuddered - a tingle festering in your spine as you knew what he was alluding to. 

“Shall we have another cocktail and then go?”

“I think that’s a grand idea.”

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You and Harry stumbled over each other as he unlocked the front door to the airBNB, and he was immediately tugging the cardigan off your arms - tossing it to the side with your cap soon following. His lips were attacking yours. Your mouths were filled with absolute lust and hunger, and you only disconnected them so that you could tug his pullover up and over his head. It was quickly discarded with the clothing he had already pulled from your body, but your hands were gripping to his biceps again in an instant.

He started walking the two of you backwards and into the kitchen, and you let out a mix between a squeak and a gasp as you found yourself draped over the cold marbled countertop.

“Look at your skin,” Harry hummed as his lips grazed the back of your neck - his body hovering lowly over yours. “All sunkissed from being on my arm all day. You like me showing you off to all those men? All those older men who know they can’t have you. And they can’t have you because you’re mine, yeah?”

“All yours,” you nodded, eyes struggling to look back at him from the angle he had you in.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised you with a kiss right below your ear before the pressure of his body on yours dissipated.

You were practically holding your breath as you waited for his next move, and you smirked as you felt him flip the back of your skirt up. You were wearing the tiniest thong you owned, and you knew that’s what elicited the groan that left Harry’s mouth.

“This perky little ass,” Harry’s large hands began to knead the rounds of your bottom, and you couldn’t help but moan at how good it felt just to have his hands on you. 

But that’s how it always was. The slightest touch from him could have you wet in an instant.

And right now you were dripping.

Harry’s fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, and your breath caught in the back of your throat as you felt his lips trailing down one of your ass cheeks as he lowered himself to the ground. His lips continued their assault onto the back of your thigh - teeth nipping to the junction of your knee before you stepped out of the underwear.

Harry was silent for a moment, and just when you were about to ask what was wrong, his mouth was pressing an open mouthed kiss to your cunt.

“Oh,” you whined, nails scratching against the counter top as you moved your head to rest your forehead against the cool surface. “Harry, you should let me take a shower first if you want to do that.”

You were met with a three finger smack to your clit once his lips left you - causing you to buckle at the knees.

“You’re silly if you think I don’t love it when you’re like this,” Harry scolded before you felt his tongue dragging between your folds. If you listened closely, you were sure you heard him smacking his lips. “Better than any fucking cocktail I had today.”

After that, he dove in full force. Licking, sucking and teeth grazing your clit as hands cupped right underneath your ass - Harry using his thumbs to keep you spread open.

Your whimpers and mewls bounced off the walls and the high ceilings, and you couldn’t help but to bring a hand behind you to tug at his hair. You earned yourself another groan from Harry as you pulled at his soft locks while pressing yourself slightly onto the balls of your feet.

It was everything you could do not to rut your eager pussy back onto his face, but you liked when he determined the pace at which he feasted on you. He had it down to a science at this point - you were convinced.

Once you felt one of Harry’s thumbs slowly enter you, you knew that you’d be succumbing to an orgasm soon. Your pulse quickened as heart shaped lips sealed around your aching bud, and the tip of his digit dipped in and out of you.

“Harry,” you whined, only gaining you a low hum in response that vibrated in the best way possible. “I’m about to come.”

Harry’s worship of your body only became more precise at your confession, and you felt your thighs starting to jump - the familiar pulling in your lower stomach growing tenfold.

Your climax washed over you faster than you could actually process that you were approaching it. Trembling against the counter, Harry didn’t let up until he knew the grip on his scalp was now one to pull him away - not one encouraging him to keep going.

With your chest heaving up and down, you pressed both hands against the counter to lift yourself a bit so you could look at Harry over your shoulder as he pushed himself off his knees. 

His eyes held yours with his lips parted as he reached down to undo his belt. Once that was off, he quickly undid the button of his trousers, and pulled down the zipper. He pulled his leaking cock from above the waistband of his briefs, not even pushing his clothing down to his thighs so as not to waste anymore time.

“You ready for me, baby?” Harry breathed as he gave himself a couple of strokes. “‘M cock is begging to be inside you.”

“Please,” you laid back flat against the counter, and soon you felt Harry’s hand tugging at your ponytail before he wrapped it around his palm. 

A gasp left you once you felt the pressure of his tip against your needy cunt, and it quickly turned into a moan as he pushed inside of you. You bit down on your bottom lip with a hum as he rocked his hips back and forth - getting you accustomed to his hefty size.

“Feels good,” you babbled subconsciously, and you heard Harry let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah? Like me teasing you with just a little bit first?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, eyes slipping shut as you basked in the warmth of him - one that was warmer than the actual sun you found yourself under with him all day.

“You’re already squeezing me so tight, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to fit all the way.”

You knew he was just saying it to get a rise out of you. He liked it when you begged, and to be honest, you liked begging.

“No,” you pouted, eyes shooting open as you reached back to grab one of his wrists. “It will, I promise.”

“I don’t know,” Harry clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth as he shook his head, eyes flitting down to focus on where he was barely entering you. “Your pussy’s so tiny, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Squirming now, you had to keep yourself from stomping your foot on the ground.

“Harry, I don’t care if it hurts. I want it to,” you demanded, and his eyes met yours once again as you felt your own darken. “Make it fit.”

Harry’s lips curled into a smirk at that, and you knew you were going to get your way.

“Just remember,” Harry leaned forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss before letting them just hover. “You asked for it.”

With one full thrust forward, Harry’s hardened prick entered you completely. It pulled a garbled moan from you, and a lewd one from Harry as he stilled. Heavy breathing surrounded the two of you, and soon Harry began to massage his thumb into your lower back.

“You okay?” Even when in your deepest pits of lust, he always made it a point to check on you. It always made your heart soar no matter how blinded you could be with a hunger for him.

“Full,” you smiled as you made eye contact with him again. 

He sent you a crooked grin, moving his hand down from your hip to give one of your ass cheeks a couple soft pats. “That’s my girl.”

Harry took this as his ‘okay’ to start moving, and he pulled all the way out to his tip before pushing in fully once more. From there he started up a fluid pace, his eyes honed in on the jiggling of your ass every time it met his pelvis.

“God, I wish you could see what I get to see,” Harry’s hold on your ponytail tightened, and he began to pull it just the tiniest bit to have your torso barely meeting the marble underneath. “Taking me so fucking well, baby. Soaking my cock.”

The sounds of your arousal filled the kitchen, and with the way that Harry was hitting your spot just right, you knew your second orgasm was just a few thrusts away.

“Already gonna come again?” Your jaw went slack as Harry’s movements picked up, and you wondered if this was the deepest you had ever felt him. “About to push me out - you're squeezing me so hard.”

“Fucking me so good, Harry,” you moaned deliriously. “So big.”

Harry gave your ponytail another swift tug, and soon your back was meeting his chest. He bent his legs just a bit so he could fuck up into you at a better angle - his hand falling from your hair to reach down and play with your clit.

“I knew you could take it,” Harry sponged a kiss against the side of your neck. “Just wanted to have you beg a little bit.”

“I know,” you nodded before dropping your head back onto his shoulder. “I like begging.”

“You’re the most perfect girl, you know that? ‘M so fucking lucky to have you like this,” his other hand left your hip to caress one of your breasts through your top. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Harry,” you whimpered as you leaned your body back into him even more as you felt euphoria creeping up on you again. “Oh god.”

Your second orgasm took over completely, and Harry quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you steady and upright. His fingertips continued to circle your slick pearl until he knew he had worked you all the way through it.

You took his hand away from your mound, placing yours on top of his and loosely linking your fingers together as you pressed his palm against your lower stomach.

“Feel,” you told him breathlessly, and Harry choked out a moan as he felt his tip bulging out against his skin.

“That deep, yeah? I’m about to get you all nice and full with my come - tucking it all the way up in there for you.”

“I want it,” you nodded. “Please, Harry. Fill me up.”

That’s all it took for Harry’s jaw to drop, and you felt his prick pulsing inside of you as he started to do just that. You could feel his orgasm coating you from the inside - causing goosebumps to cover your skin.

“Fuck me,” Harry sighed as he rested his forehead against your temple. “That was so good.”

“It was,” you agreed, giving his hand a squeeze. “But you’ve tired me out. We’re going to have to have a lazy day tomorrow.”

Harry chuckled as he pulled his head back to properly look at you as your eyebrows narrowed with confusion. “Baby, today was just the first day,” he sent you a soft wink before pushing his hips forward, causing you to gasp as his tip brushed your delicious spot one more time.

“We’ve got three more days of this.”

[shunsuiken]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOU TESTING OUT YOUR LIPSTICK VIA KISSES

pairing(s). kaveh, arlecchino, ayato x gn!reader

genre. fluff + suggestive themes (can u blame me look at that prompt up there like i had to 🚶🏻‍♀️)

wc. 200-300 for each character

an. i need to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes between these three

kaveh

“kaveh come here!”

“yes my love, what was-”

your lips immediately come in contact with his and with a delighted hum, his body easily melts into yours. his free hand pulls you closer by the waist as he holds a blueprint in his other hand. he caresses the small of your back and it sends shivers down your spine.

you certainly weren’t expecting this kind of reaction from kaveh for a kiss and you weren’t complaining either! it only makes sense that such a compassionate and loving man would give you the most passionate and tender kisses.

you hum delightfully into the kiss as well, feeling a smile creep onto kaveh’s lips as he slowly pulls you both apart. his eyes immediately flicker to the tint on your lips.

“was there something you needed, my love?” his hand rubs your back comfortingly.

you hold his cheeks, keeping him in place as you stare at his lips animatedly. “was just testing out this new lipstick and…” you bring up the pocket mirror you’ve been holding in your hand and show kaveh the mess it’s made on his lips. “well… at least i know i can’t wear it so often.”

kaveh raises a brow as he looks at his lips in the mirror. “why not? lets everyone know who’s yours.”

your jaw drops at his sentence and you snatch your pocket mirror back to yourself again. “kaveh! have some public decency!” you scold him but kaveh knows your words are empty as you walk away from him with heated cheeks.

arlecchino

“arle, are you busy?” you knock on her office door, awaiting her response.

“come in, dearest.” a smile rises to your lips at her words, you open the door and close it behind you.

“hm.” you hear her hum and your heart can’t contain its excitement as you walk towards her.

as you round her desk, she raises her arm to take your hand and tugs you forward. “what is it?” you ask as she holds your fingers to her lips for a brief kiss on the back of your hand. a classic greeting of hers.

when her eyes meet yours, it’s only seconds before you avert your gaze somewhere else.

“you bought a new lipstick.”

your eyes meet hers again and if you weren’t so distracted by her intense gaze, you would’ve seen the faintest trace of a smile on her lips.

“i did—but if i may be so bold… i would like to try it out.”

arlecchino’s brows raise. “but haven’t you already done that?”

“no, i mean like this.”

when your lips find hers, she’s quick to maneuver you onto her lap, holding you still with an arm around your waist. her free hand busies itself with tucking your hair behind your ear.

“was it this that you wanted?” arlecchino breaks the kiss after a few beats to let you catch your breath. “or did you really need to test out the lipstick?”

the tone she uses with you is teasing and it makes you feel so small on top of her lap. your hands find purchase on her shoulders to distract you while you try to come up with words to say after such a kiss.

“i admit the kiss was lovely, arle.” your voice is quiet but your movements are loud as the pad of your thumb drags across her bottom lip. “but it seems that this lipstick is transferable.”

arlecchino stares at you, a sigh leaving her own maroon lips. she takes your hand in hers to plant a kiss on your inner wrist. “how observant of you.” she then shows you her lipstick stain on your wrist, a dark and mischievous glint in her eyes. “shall we see whose lipstick transfers the most?”

kamisato ayato

“is that a new lipstick?”

the corner of your lip curls at the sound of ayato’s voice. hm, he’s been getting distracted very easily these days.

“why yes it is,” you respond, pressing your lips together to distribute the tint better. you turn around with a cheeky smile. “so i’ll be testing it out now.”

“oh, would you like to borrow a mir—mmphf.” ayato should have seen this coming. of course his sweet partner would do something as brazen as this! (he doesn’t ever seem to complain about this particular behaviour of yours either).

it’s easy for ayato to loosen his stiff shoulders when you invite yourself onto his lap like this. your delicate hands slide up his torso to rest on his shoulders, keeping him close. only your lips provide him the satisfaction he’s been yearning for (the past forty-five minutes when you weren’t paying attention to him).

it’s after a few pats on ayato’s shoulders that he finally lets you pull away, chest heaving against yours as your hot breath tickles his lips. he huffs a soft chuckle, holding your hips to readjust you onto his lap more comfortably.

“so am i what you will test your lipsticks on?”

you nod your head, clearing your throat after how ayato fiercely collided his lips with yours. “i also noticed a decline in your productivity earlier—thought i would offer you a little incentive…” what you thought was an innocent explanation of your actions turnt out to sound more inviting instead…

you only realise this when a smirk curls on ayato’s lips.

“nope! don’t even think about it—you tired me out last time already.” you rush to remove yourself from his lap but there’s not been a single time when you’ve successfully broken free from his arms (especially when he yearned for your attention).

you somehow end up on the floor after putting every bit of your strength into fighting back.

ayato runs the tip of his nose along the column of your neck. “oh darling, won’t you play with me just for a bit? please?”

it’s hard to say no when you’re in this position.

“you get five minutes.”

ayato brings his face up to give you a wet kiss on your cheek. “five minutes is all i need.”

[clavissionary-position]

(Translation) Emma Turns Into a Bunny Again [His POV Story]

Gilbert's new (120k🙃) bonus-story for the My Honey's a Bunny event. The actual title of the story is "How to Properly Keep a Baby Rabbit."

Contains some sexual content. MDNI.

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I was spending my days in contentment after bringing the little rabbit home from Rhodolite when this happened.

Gilbert: ......

(A rabbit...)

I'd fallen ill last night and decided to sleep in a separate room from Emma so she wouldn't notice.

But when I came to meet her this morning what I found instead was an actual rabbit.

The color of its hair and eyes were exactly the same as Emma's.

And the dress I'd gifted her earlier was now carelessly spread out on the floor.

Gilbert: [still shocked] Did you go and turn into a rabbit again?

When asked this, Emma began to nod repeatedly.

(Well this sure takes me back...)

Back when I'd been staying in Rhodolite, a rather unexpected event had occurred where Emma had turned into a rabbit.

I'd ultimately concluded it to be a dream at the time, and I was sure I was probably dreaming this time around, too.

However, dream or not, that didn't change the fact that Emma was now a rabbit.

Gilbert: Hehe, are you sure it's alright not to run from me this time?

(Even though you were so blatantly scared the last time.)

When I knelt down on the floor, Emma rushed over to me in a series of hops and began nuzzling my knee.

But then she suddenly froze-up for whatever reason and instead began repeatedly tapping me with her front paws.

(I can't really tell what you're trying to say, but... you're being so cute that it makes me want to immediately go get a cage ready for you.)

I picked up Emma the very literal little rabbit with my hands and raised her to my eye-level.

Her rabbit ears twitched as though she were trying to convey something to me.

Gilbert: Is there something you want to tell me?

With another series of nods, Emma took her short little paw and pointed to her own mouth.

(Oh, I see...)

[Flashback to his original event story]

Emma: H-hey, wait... I turned back...

Emma: ...Hold on, I'm naked!?

Gilbert: Completely naked.

[End flashback]

(If I recall correctly, it'd been a kiss that time that had returned her to her original form.)

Her cute, round eyes now were insisting I bring our faces closer.

Getting a request from such an adorable creature would make anyone want to do whatever it asked.

(However...)

Gilbert: I'm going prove to you that I still love you all the same even as a rabbit. Which is why... you understand, don't you?

(I won't let you kiss me that easily.)

Even though I understood what Emma was flying into a panic over trying to tell me, I hid that acknowledgement behind a smile.

(Wouldn't it be a waste to have you turn back right away when you're this cute?)

Gilbert: It's almost time, little rabbit.

Gilbert: I'm inviting some nobles from the region over today. I figure it's been a while since I've played the Conquering King.

After securing the little rabbit in my breast-pocket so she wouldn't fall, I began walking.

I felt like even the depressing stuff about to come could be enjoyable in itself with the little rabbit at my side.

I sat on the vile throne and gazed down upon the nobles bowing their heads.

Every time I assumed this position, I was reminded that I wasn't a man but a beast.

But I had the little rabbit sitting all small and quiet on my lap today, and so my mind was at peace.

(Looks like the nobles and soldiers alike are curious about Emma.)

Not that any of them would say a word about it.

Because they were quite aware that any imprudent remark here and now would only result in immediate beheading.

Gilbert: [grinning] Well, then, shall we start?

Gilbert: I've gathered you all here today for no other reason than to discuss the smuggling reports I've received.

The atmosphere grew tense at once.

I gently stroked the little rabbit with my palm when she, too, stiffened.

Gilbert: Those who have any idea about what I'm talking about should step forward now.

Gilbert: I'm in a good mood today. Which means as long as you don't lie, I might actually show a bit of mercy, you know?

Baron: My gravest apologies, Lord Gilbert.

One of the nobles bowing their heads rubbed his forehead against the floor.

Baron: It's true that we discovered a smuggling route within our territory. However, our house is not involved with it in any way whatsoever.

Baron: The matter is currently under investigation, and I have a progress report with me.

Baron: I'm truly sorry for not reporting it before you—

Gilbert: Oh, no, no, I wasn't talking about you.

Gilbert: My words were directed at the man groveling beside you.

Baron: Huh...

Earl: ...T-this is my first time learning about any smuggling—

Gilbert: Ohh, so that's what you're going with.

Gilbert: I was especially trying to show you mercy today, but what a shame.

(Even though I don't want to scare the little rabbit too much.)

When I turned my gaze to my lap I found the little rabbit looking up at me with worry.

(Are you worried about me or are you worried about the man? ...Because if it's the latter, I'll have no choice but to kill him.)

I gave her chin a little tickle as my way of saying things would be okay.

Gilbert: Earl, you used someone else's territory and then tried to pin the blame on them.

Gilbert: It's the deception that Obsidian so adores. But unfortunately, deception is also the very thing I despise most in this world.

Gilbert: I'll ask you one more time, though. Do you really not know anything about the smuggling?

Earl: ......

The man turned pale and held his tongue as I unleashed my murderous intent.

This was common behavior among liars.

Gilbert: ...I see. That's fine, then.

Gilbert: I don't want my adorable little rabbit to have to see any blood. And besides, it's not like there's really any clear evidence to begin with, right?

The earl's blatant show of relief was all-too-easy to understand.

Gilbert: But you know, it's your fault my precious little rabbit is so scared.

Gilbert: To be this frightened... Poor little thing.

(It's probably because of the murderous intent I'd unleashed... But he was the one who made me do so in the first place.)

Perhaps it was animal instinct that made her so sensitive to murderous intent that wasn't even directed at her.

The little rabbit trembled, but when I stroked my fingers between her ears, her tiny face nuzzled closer to me.

(Crap, I'm gonna smile.)

Gilbert: [managing to keep his cool] Well, at any rate, you're at fault for scaring my rabbit.

Earl: Lord Gilbert...?

Gilbert: Therefore, guilty. Of a grave crime on top of that. Put him in jail, Roderic.

Roderic: Yes, sir!

Earl: Wait a minute! No matter how you look at it, this is just—

Gilbert: Huh, what's that? You dare complain against me?

As I presented my usual smile, the room fell into silence at once.

(Let's see about detaining him on charges of intimidation of a rabbit until he comes clean.)

(...I'll handle whatever comes after when the little rabbit isn't looking... Hehe.)

Once the deceitful man was taken away, not one of the remaining nobles tried making eye-contact with me.

The only one who looked at me straight-on was the little rabbit.

(Another worried reaction.)

(...Is she telling me to show the man mercy? And yet that's not what I'm sensing.)

(What could it be, this unease...)

Baron: ...Lord Gilbert, we...

Gilbert: Oh, I'm finished with my business here, so feel free to retire. Thank you for your hard work.

Gilbert: But do keep this in mind.

Gilbert: —I will never tolerate corruption and deceit. Each and every one of you should give yourselves a good look if you wish to live a long life.

(You guys are my deception reserve group, after all.)

All the gathered nobles saluted in a panic and left the throne room with pale faces.

Gilbert: Come, little rabbit. I'm sorry for scaring you. I'll bathe you thoroughly as an apology.

Once the audience ended, I immediately put together a hot bath out of concern that I'd exposed her to a filthy atmosphere.

(Although half of it's just my mischievous spirit.)

Surprisingly, the little rabbit didn't show any restraint.

She obediently immersed herself in the hot water in the basin while firmly keeping her head raised.

(She still seems worried even though we left the throne room. ...Am I just imagining things?)

Gilbert: You hated this so much the last time, little rabbit. ...Aren't you embarrassed?

After I lathered my hands with plant-based soap and began stroking it along the little rabbit's fur, her eyes narrowed in relaxation.

(You have complete trust in me nowadays.)

After rinsing her with hot water, I wrapped her small body in a towel.

But just as I did, the little rabbit suddenly began flailing around violently.

Gilbert: Ahaha, are you only now getting embarrassed?

(I wonder if I accidentally touched some place funny.)

I gently held her close to my chest so I wouldn't drop her.

Taking that momentary advantage, the little rabbit nimbly hopped from my arms until the tip of her nose touched my lips.

(Oh...)

Emma: Whoa!

The rabbit turned into a person right before my eyes.

I obviously wasn't going to be surprised by this in the event it happened a second time.

But I couldn't help but stare fixedly when a wet, naked body appeared before me.

Emma: ....Please don't look at me like that.

Gilbert: [grins] I washed every inch of you, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about at this stage now, right?

Gilbert: But I definitely got careless there, didn't I.

(I never imagined I'd fall for such a basic trap.)

In normal cases I would have absolutely picked up on the little rabbit's ploy.

Gilbert: ...I'm disappointed in myself.

Emma: Hya—

A cute sound spilled from her lips when I bit her neck.

Whether she was a person or an animal, the little rabbit was utterly adorable.

Gilbert: I wonder if a rabbit will listen properly to whatever you say if you train it?

I slid my lips from her neck to her collarbone before descending to her breasts and gently biting the tip.

As I rolled her nipple with the tip of my tongue while taking in the soap's pleasant fragrance, Emma hurriedly tried to push my forehead away with her hand.

Gilbert: [smiling] What is it?

When I peered into her face I found her eyes wavering and trembling with worry, just like when she'd been an animal.

Emma: Gil...

Emma placed a hand on my forehead while looking like she might start crying at any moment.

Emma: I knew it... You have a fever!

Gilbert: [surprised] ......

Emma: Are you saying you didn't notice? Even though you're this hot to the touch?

(Ah... So that was the meaning behind the little rabbit's gaze.)

Gilbert: Hehe, or maybe I'm just aroused from seeing you naked?

Emma: That's ridiculous. Your hands are always cold when you undress me.

Emma: Let's head to bed at once!

Gilbert: When you put it like that—

Emma: I don't mean it in a pervy way, I genuinely just want you to rest!

Emma pulled my hand and forcefully dragged me to bed.

(...I'm okay, though...)

But just like that, I was laid against the sheets and put to bed.

Gilbert: [smiles] Little rabbit.

Emma: Do you need medicine?

Gilbert: ....Yes. That's right, I need medicine.

I swallowed what I was actually going to say and instead pulled Emma under the covers with me.

Gilbert: Hehe... I have an all-purpose medicine right here, so I imagine I'll get better in no time?

Emma: ...I pray that's what happens.

Emma nuzzled her face into my chest the same way she had when she'd been a rabbit.

She must have clearly noticed how fond the beast was of such an act.

(Baby rabbits are the weakest of creatures in this world.)

(Eaten up by beasts right away, and seeming like they'll die at the slightest thing...)

(Even so, you were the only one.)

(I met with loads of people today, but you were the only one who looked me in the eye and noticed something was wrong.)

(The brave and kind-hearted little rabbit...)

I hugged her hard. Tightly.

(Please let me feel that this isn't a dream.)

~fin

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If it really is a dream again this time around, then he's having this dream while sleeping, sick, in a separate room. And even though he chose to do so because he didn't want Emma to notice that he's sick, this dream shows that what he actually wants is the exact opposite. I mean, it's Gilbert. Of course that's what he wants. To be comforted. And to catch Emma naked.

I hope he wakes up in Emma's arms. And I hope he gets scolded for trying to hide how he was feeling.

Disclaimer: I just throw stuff into translators online, so accuracy is not guaranteed. References: こくこく 1 | わけでもない 1 | この俺 1 | ともなれば 1 2 | やましい 1

[theanimeroom]

I think shinichiro, wakasa and mikey (maybe baji) are fans of making a mess with their cum

let’s elaborate on this a little bit shall we 👁️🫦👁️

shinichiro definitely is our residential come dump. not only does he come a bare minimum of 2-3 times, there’s also so fucking much of it. if he’s not filling you up to the brim then he’s covering your stomach, chest, and face. yes, it covers the whole area. he doesn’t even bother cleaning it up before he’s shoving himself back in, another load already tight and ready in his balls. each time he comes he just smears it across your skin, the head of his cock and your lower tummy shiny with his release. as messy as it all is though he can’t stop the way his cock twitches, shaft already plumping back up for yet another round.

wakasa. wakasa wakasa wakasa. this man is a walking porno i swear. despite his height (i will NOT tolerate any slander about my short king 😤🫶🏽), he’s an ass man. he knows how much you love it when he comes in you, and he hates to break your heart, but the sight of your ass littered in his release does something to the man, what can he say. so what does he do? he pulls out the moment he feels the band in him snap. he quickly tugs on the shaft of his cock as he watches your skin get painted in white, the slight whine and shake of your hips only making his unrelenting cock even harder. he’s the type to massage his cum into your skin, kneading the globes with a sticky slap followed by a sadistic grin.

mikey wants to breed you, point blank period. if it’s not in you, he’s not coming. he thinks you look so cute wrapped around him, cunt pulsating as he made you come for the umpteenth time, so why wouldn’t he want to fill you with every drop of his come? the thought makes his balls tighten, slamming into your cunt with everything he’s got until your walls are painted in white yet again, a broken whimper falling from your lips. when he pulled out there was a glob of white following close behind, your hole clenching around air as it forced the release from inside of you. your pussy was slick and shiny with yours and his releases, mikey bringing two fingers down to spread your lips apart. the way it glistened in the bedroom light made him groan, watching as it spilled onto the sheets below, only adding to the list of things you’d need to clean after tonight.

and personally? i don’t know if it’s because i’m a whore for him or not, but baji is the messiest of them all. not only is he messy with his come, he’s messy with EVERYTHING. this man has immaculate stamina, so i imagine that he could easily crank out 3-4 orgasms in no time, but he never picks the same place to do it twice. once he’ll land on your ass, then the next your tits. he’ll fuck your face for a while before staining your pretty eyelashes with a little more, only to end off with him jerking his cock until he releases once more, this time on your cunt. it only mixed with the endless amounts of saliva he used as lubricant earlier while eating you out, even though you were more than wet enough to go without it. and don’t get me started on if you actually used lube, the man would turn it into a game of slip and slide before the night was over. at the end of it all you’d be sweaty and covered in come, body sticky and limbs weak as he leans over you, pressing at your bottom lip with his thumb to drop a little glob of spit in your mouth as a present <3

[choism]

Shameless | c.s

san solo, choi san

Genre: canon compliant, smut

Words: 1.8k

Summary: A month of sexual frustration and a pair of sweatpants can really bring out the animal in someone. In this case, that someone is San.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, pillow humping, implied sexual tension, implied mxm pining, inappropriate use of a plushie, plushophilia, poor mokoko..., san masturbates basically

A/N: This is a request done for my beloved @kitten4sannie, ily bestie. It is also HEAVILY inspired by my beloved @parmesannie's fic on ao3 called Bring Me To Ruin. I say heavily, it's mostly the plushie part but we ball. I hope you enjoy! Cross posted to ao3! Will probably have a second part from Wooyoung's POV and end up becoming a woosan fic, we shall see...

The sound of shoes squeaking, music blaring, and people panting fills the practice room late at night..

San and Wooyoung had decided to do a last minute, late night practice session before their first comeback show for promotions. The choreo isn’t difficult by any means, but they felt like they had to show off more this comeback, hence why they are sweating their asses off at nearly eleven at night. The sound of their title track plays in the background as they move around fluidly, sweat dripping off their bodies and onto their shirts as they work hard to perfect every single move.

They finish up the chorus and Wooyoung moves to the computer to pause the music, “Wanna go again or take a small break, you look frustrated.” He says to San, jutting out his hip and putting all his weight onto that side, taking a swig from his water bottle as if he’s trying to seduce someone. San had been furrowing his eyebrows so hard Wooyoung thought they would fall off, or fly away.

“Yeah a break is fine, sorry.” San mutters and plops over to where his bag is, taking out his water and gulping it down furiously. San wipes the beads of water that dribble down his chin and Wooyoung’s eyes linger a bit too long until he snaps back into reality.

“What’s got your panties in a twist? Is it your part during the bridge? I think you look fine.” Wooyoung says trying to comfort his best friend even though he isn’t sure what’s bugging him. San lets out a huff and wriggles his hips a bit, probably just trying to adjust or get comfortable, Wooyoung assumes.

He takes another chug of his water before answering, “Nothing, I just think I’m tired all of a sudden and it’s getting to me, we can go another round.” Wooyoung quirks an eyebrow suspiciously but just mutters an ‘alright’ before restarting the part they had been working on. Both of them go and stand back in front of the wall mirror and wait for the counts to come so they can get their respective moves down.

San had only been slightly lying to Wooyoung about why he felt so frustrated. Yes, he is tired. They have been practicing non stop for this comeback and this final session is doing him in a bit, but it’s not the main reason. 

The main reason is that San is wearing sweatpants.

Soft, comfortable, loose gray sweatpants.

‘What’s so frustrating about sweatpants?’ You may be wondering. Well it’s not just the sweatpants, he isn’t wearing any underwear either, which means he can feel the delicate and soft material rub against his soft cock, slightly springing it to life with each tight pull of his pants when he moves his legs. San hates underwear, they are uncomfortable and restricting, but he also loves sweatpants, so comfortable and freeing.

And sometimes, when he combines wearing sweatpants, with no underwear, he forgets just how pleasurable it makes him feel. This feeling, plus having not been able to jerk off in so long is really getting to him, clearly. They have been so preoccupied with promotions for this comeback that he hasn’t been able to properly touch himself in about a month, which is keeping him incredibly horny and frustrated. Sure he could have had time to rub one out if he hadn’t told Wooyoung he would practice with him, but he couldn’t say no to Wooyoung. Maybe this was a bad idea.

With each move he can feel the material move and strain against his now semi hard cock, when he was sitting on the floor earlier he tried to get a bit of relief by wriggling around a bit, but it just made his situation worse, and also made Wooyoung shoot him a weird look. He just needs to get off so bad, he needs it and it’s now clouding his brain. Clouding his brain so much that Wooyoung has to restart their part over, and over, and over.

“Alright maybe we should head to bed, you clearly aren’t focusing very well and you need sleep.” Wooyoung saunters back over to the computer once again to stop the music and San takes a second to catch his breath before responding.

“I’m sorry Youngie, I’m sure we’ll do great tomorrow anyway.” Wooyoung agrees and pats his back, shooting him a million dollar smile that shows he cares for the other man and his health more than some silly practice session. San sends back a more pained smile, but a smile nonetheless, and they head back to the new dorms. 

***

San swears he’s never felt more relieved at having his own room before. As soon as they entered the apartment building San stormed off to his room, a disgruntled Jongho murmuring to Wooyoung, “What’s his deal?” And the other man shrugs in return.

The moment San is in his room he locks the door and looks into his full length mirror. His cock is very visibly hard against his sweats and there’s even a small stain of precum where his tip pushes against the soft material. “Fuck…” He whispers and hopes Wooyoung hadn’t noticed such an embarrassing thing. San immediately gets to work, rubbing his cock through his pants, the delicate material rubbing along the head of his dick making his belly swell with arousal. He sits on the ground and fucks up into his palm, trying to gain as much friction against the material as he can but it’s no longer enough, he wants, no, he needs more.

Hastily he clambers onto his bed and rids himself of his shirt, shoes and socks, his torso still sweaty from his practice session and his chest gleaming, nipples hardened. San takes a pillow from the head of his bed and places it underneath him. He finds an angle that works and lines himself onto it, shallowly thrusting onto the pillow to feel more friction. The front of his sweats are practically soaked, precum leaking all over them. He moans and grunts as he chases the feeling, the material of his sweats pulling forward along his cock with every grind onto the pillow, and the pillow adding a needed to pressure onto his longing cock.

It’s still not enough to get him anywhere, all it does is fill his belly with a small fire, but it doesn’t blaze to anything else. He needs more, he’s so desperate, he needs anything. Through his haze he looks around his bed to see if anything else will satisfy his needs until his eyes land on it, and he immediately has second thoughts.

His sweet, innocent mokoko plushie is right in his line of vision. It’s right there, beckoning him to use it. The small opening between where it’s holding a heart and it’s chest is perfect, a perfect spot to fuck into. Wait. No. He can’t fuck his plushies. He couldn’t dare soil his precious, special edition mokoko plushie….Could he? 

He could.

In record time he finally peels off his sweatpants, his angry, throbbing cock springing out and hitting his stomach with a small slap sound. He discards the pillow underneath him onto the floor, it needs to be washed anyway, and with one last regretful look he turns back to his mokoko plushie and grabs it. “I’m so sorry Mokoko, I’ll make it up to you later.” He whispers and switches positions. He flips onto his side and props himself up onto his remaining pillows with his arm, and lines the plushies opening with his leaking cock. He says one final prayer before sliding his cock into the opening and he lets out the most groundbreaking moan he's ever moaned. It feels perfect. Nothing has felt so good before. Well, that’s debatable, but at this moment, after not having jerked off in nearly a month, the feeling could only compare to heaven itself.

He nearly comes right then and there, but he takes a second to compose himself. The soft, velvety material of the plushie brushes along the shaft of his cock so well, and while humble, he knows he’s well endowed and is reminded when the tip of his cock pushes into where mokoko’s mouth is. It’s kind of fucked up, but that’s just how the cards fall he guesses.

After gathering his bearings, he slowly starts to fuck into the plush, his lips falling into an ‘O’ shape at the feeling. He cants his hips up, making sure to appreciate every single detail of the way his cock feels fucking into the tight space, moans slipping from his mouth everytime the head of his cock pushes into the plush. San’s cock twitches with pleasure as he picks up his pace and while closer than ever it’s still not enough. The material is great but now it’s starting to rub. He needs lube.

Briefly, he gets up to reach into his nightstand for his lube and generously squirts some into his hand, warming it up and slicking up his cock soon after. He feels so bad, he’s about to ruin one of his favorite plushies, but his horniness is overtaking his sense of logic. He can just wash it after…right?

Removing the thoughts from his head, he switches positions, now laying the plushie underneath his hips so he can fuck into the plushie from the top. He aligns his cock once again, and slides into the opening once more. He nearly moans unbelievably loud but stops himself when he hears someone walk past his room. Once he thinks they’ve left he continues, fucking into the plushie again and, fuck, does it feel better than ever. He lets out small grunts and groans as he fucks into the opening harshly, feeling his orgasm finally building, and boy is it building fast. San has been practically edging himself this entire time, so it’s no surprise that once he finally figured out what he needed, he comes quickly. Three more thrust and he bites down on his lip to suppress his moans as he cums all over the plush, disgustingly coating its face and god there’s so much cum. It’s literally seeping into the material once he’s finished, and the ropes went so far some even landed on his sheets above where the plushie was, he guesses he really, really needed this. 

After coming down from his high, he quickly realizes what he had just done. He ruined his favorite, one of a kind plushie. Jesus what has he done, how will he clean it, can he clean it? Should he throw it away? As he’s trying to come up with a solution to save his poor, poor mokoko he hears a knock at the door.

“Hey Sannie, can I come in?”

Fuck, It’s Wooyoung.

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

[starsomens]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 4 • 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮

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Note: HIGHLY recommend to listen to THIS SONG (here is the YouTube link as well) while reading this chapter!

Warnings: sexual content ahead! Language, sex descriptions, rough sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, creampie, marking, slight degradation, PIV (wrap it up kids!), multiple rounds/orgasms, consenting adults, experienced reader, 18+! A new soft Noah?

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"Oh welcome ba-oh my....I'll just be in here" Vilma whispers as she came to greet you both home only to find you pinned against the wall by Noah, locked in an intense kiss. She quietly excuses herself from the scene she walked in on.

Your clothes dripped on to the floor as your bodies squeezed together. Noah's lips exploring your cold skin, as his hands slide underneath your soaked shirt, his hands caress and massage at your skin. You couldn't help but shiver both from Noah's touch and the coolness of the house mixed with your wet clothes

"Are you cold flower?" he asked you

"j-just a little" you bite your lip as his gaze comes back to yours

"I guess I should warm you up then, shouldn't I" his hands shift to hold you princess style as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. Vilma made a note to turn the heat up just a bit, to save you from a cold. Instead of heading down your usual hallway, you went into the opposite direction, to what you assumed to be his bedroom. He opens the double doors and revealed a dimly lit room. It was simple, yet beautiful, dark but cozy. Noah sets you down on your feet

“Let’s get you out of those clothes shall we?”

“Y-yeah-“ you start to get your pants but Noah stops you

“Ah, not so fast” Noah Sebastian comes down to his knees in front of you and unbuttons your pants. The clothing falling almost instantly from the weight of the water it retained. Noah guides your feet out of the pants and toss them aside. His large hands caress your calves as his lips kiss from your knee, up your thigh and stopping at your hip. He stands back on his feet, brings his hands to slowly peel off your top and toss it with your pants.

“Can I..” you asked grabbing at the edge of his pants.

“Oh flower, with those eyes you can have anything you ask for” he smirks at you and brings your other hand to his belt as well as he starts to unbutton his shirt. You unbuckle his belt, undo his button and zipper, letting his slacks fall to the floor. He kicks them away as you roll off his shirt, moving on to the tank top. Revealing all the tattoos that covered his body. You had only seen the ones on his hands and neck, but you didn’t expect for him to be covered.

You hesitated to touch his chest at first, until his hand leaves yours to touch his damp skin. It was slowly starting to dry off still had corn from the rain. His hands held yours in place as one of the first and most intimate moments either of you have had together. Your eyes trace his tattoos up to his neck and fall into his eyes once again. His lips quickly captures your food and another kiss. He turns you around and lead you to the bed. He pushes you with enough force to make you fall on the bed. Your body bouncing on the plush mattress as a smirk grew on his face.

He kneels in front of you once again but this time starts at your feet. Kissing you feet climbing up to your ankle, up the inside of your left calf and stopping at your knee

“Are you ready pretty girl?” He asks in a deep voice. One you’ve only heard when he was speaking over the phone. It sent a delicious shiver up your spine and made your mouth water.

“Y-yes..” you answer swallowing hard as you feel his hands slithering their way of your body into your hips. Softly, caressing the skins that was there. His lips continue their journey of your inner thigh just inches away, where you had began to throb an ape. You could feel your breathing getting heavier. Your heart was racing, anticipating the moment that he finally makes contact.

He then lays a warm kiss over your clothed pussy. You wine and your core ooze without being directly touched yet. You can feel his grin against your pussy, pride, filled his chest, knowing that he was able to make you shutter with pleasure without touching you just yet. The tips of his fingers loop around the band of your panties and pulls them down your thighs, over your knees and lets them fall to the ground.

He suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed, you knees hung over his shoulders. His breath breezing over your exposed core. His fingertips ran over the goosebumps that were forming over your skin. His nails, slightly dragging over the skin, not hard enough to leap the scratch, but enough to elicit more excitement out of you.

Your back shoots up off of the bed when Noah takes the first lick. His tongue take a long slow lick up your pussy, Stopping at your clip to gently nip at it. He flattens his tongue and applies pressure to your clit as he shakes his heads 'no'. he moves down again as his nose bumps your clit, his tongue rounding and prodding at your entrance.

"oh...oh god..." you pant, you've had experiences before, but this was something else. He's barely eaten you out and you already feel ready for an orgasm. Your could feel the tips of his middle and ringer finger, as he slowly pumps in the tips, out, the next knuckle, out and fully in.

You let out a shudder at his actions, the coolness of his fingers contrasting with the heat of your core. He comes up and smiles at your form

"You like that, princess?" you pulse around his finger at the name "Oh you like being called princess?" you didn't answer and so he curls his fingers towards him, brushing past your g-spot

"ah!~" you moan

"Use your words princess," he smirks as he comes down and gives a kitten lick to your swelling bud

"Y-yes...fuck Noah yes...." you whimper out

"Good girl" as his slender digits pump in and out of you while his tongue laps at your folds, spreading your juices. Now Noah is a special case, he eats with desperation, like a starved man who has not had a meal in years. Hearing your moans, feeling you shutter and twitch against him made him harder and harder. He couldn't help himself from reaching into his tight boxers, and wrap his hand around his hard dick. He fucks into his hand as he eats you out, keeping his strokes slow and steady. Hearing your pants quicken, he curls his fingers as he sucks on your clit to push you past the edge

"noah I...I! Fuck!" your hand flies down to his head and you hold him against you. Noah groans against you, you pulse and cum around his fingers. He pulls them out of you and sucks the cum clean off. watching as your legs shake and shiver

"You feeling good princess?" he asked you as he crawls over your body, his arms holding him above your body.

"yeah...yeah...that was so...wow" you admit trying to catch your breath.

"Okay princess, come on" without effort he picks you up and tosses you up more on the bed. He crawls over to you, like a predator who had finally corned it's prey. You maintain eye contact as you unclasp your bra and free your breasts to him, your nipples harden at being exposed under his gaze. He takes his place in front of you, each one of your legs one either hip.

"Tell me Y/N," he starts as his hands glide up your thighs and rest just under your breasts. brushing this thumbs over your buds "Tell me....will you let me, make you mine?" he asked. His own way of asking permission, his hands leaving your breasts and coming up to intertwine his hands with yours

"...yes. Make me yours Noah," you squeeze his hand, confirming what you wanted. In an instant your hands where above your head as you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. He kisses you deeply as he pushes himself in, slowly but surely. You last orgasm letting his glide right, he stretched you and filled you in everyway you love.

"Oh fuck!" "Shit!" you both curse, you wrapped around him like a vice, so warm and wet for him. He rests there for a moment, letting you adjust.

"You feel...fucking amazing," his lips attack your neck as he starts to pump his hips into yours. Your body moving with each thrust, your head getting lighter, you pussy fluttering around him. Who would have thought that you would end up here, in Noah's bed, having the Best sex you had ever experienced. the way he rolled his hips against you, his lips dragging over your sweet spots, and the way his hand held your hips down on the mattress, and both your wrists over your head.

The sweat and warmth of your bodies together, the weight of his body on top of yours. The absolute dominance you can feel from him did something to your head, and your body. His hand brings one of your legs over his hip to get in deeper, The frame of the bed creeks with each thrust he takes. The rain muffled out in the background as it hit the glass window. You can hear Noah Huffing and groaning in your ear with each thrust he takes. His teeth grazing over the skin of your shoulder.

"Ah fuck right there!~" you moan

"There? Right here pretty girl?" He punctuates his sentence with a thrust, making you jump against him. feeling his cock rub against your spot deliciously. "This pussy...this pussy is mine! No one can make you cum like this...moan like this. Goddamn" You weren't the only one feeling amazing at the moment. Noah cannot deny that he was definitely a ladies man and has had his fair shares of hookups in one night stands. But he also could not deny what was happening in this moment.

For one, he was having sex for the first time with his wife, But there was something more behind it now. There was a feeling in his chest, A sense of pride, possession, and protectiveness. Having sex with you only made those feelings stronger, he felt his role as a husband was now more important than it was at the start. You were gorgeous, intelligent, and you felt incredible around him.

He was just like any man wanting to. have his pleasure, However, he wanted to give you every ounce of pleasure possible. He wanted to hear you moan, and scream his name. He wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. He wanted you to come over and over and over again, as long as it was because of him. He lets your hands go as his other arm wraps around your torso and brings you closer to his body as he continues to rut into you. Your arms swing around his back in scratch at the skin feeling. A familiar coil start to tighten in your stomach once again.

“Noah…mmm Noah…” you moan “a-are you….mine?” You asked him. His lips trail from your shoulder up your neck, and kiss your earlobe as he whispers into your ear.

“ you own me flower. Anything you want, anywhere you want to go, wherever, and whenever you need me. I’m yours.” he breathes into your ear. “And I’m….gonna make you….mine!”

His hands now hold both sides of your hips as he thrust into you. He brought your hips to meet his thrust as he fucks into you harder and deeper than before. His pulsing cock abusing that spot inside of you. Your nails rake down his back short to leave some red scratches by morning.

“N-Noah…I’m gonna…gonna…” you throw your head back onto the pillow, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head as you begin to see stars behind your eyelids. You can strict around him tighter and tighter as he twitches inside of you, signaling his end. His teeth bite down on your shoulder with a few more messy thrust as he finally finishes inside of you. You too, were pushed over the edge in a body shattering orgasm. Your pussy milked him as he finishes off with just short thrust, riding out both of your orgasms.

The room was filled with panting as you both come down from your highs. His chest bumps against your as you start your breathing. He kisses the spot where he bit down on, apologizing for the temporary pain. Slowly he pulls out of you, watching as his come, oozes out of you. He looks back up at you, finding your flushed face and tired form just as beautiful. Healing down to give you a quick kiss.

“ how about a shower to clean up?” he offered.

“ Only if you scrub my back for me.” You negotiated a deal.

He chuckles “ even after two orgasms you’re still trying to negotiate deal with me?” This may have been the first time you ever seen a genuine smile out of Noah. “ You’re going to be the death of me, flower.” Pulling you up from the bed he wraps your legs around him once again, and carries you to a room connected to his bedroom.

He sets you down on the sink while he runs the water and waits for it to warm up. While you sat there, you can help but take a look at his body. He even has tattoos on his back, the largest piece in fact. Bite your bottom lip thinking about the next comment you were about to make.

“Hey Sebastian,” you call him, making him look over his shoulder “ has anyone told you have a nice ass?”

“ has anyone ever told you have a nice tits?” he fires back walking back to you. He kisses you again, takes a look in your eyes, and then kisses you, and again, and again, and again “ come on let’s get in” he takes your hand and leads you standing shower and closes the glass door. Grabbing the sponge and soap, he ladders it up and starts at your shoulders. Someone who did the type of work does, he sure was gentle with his hands when he came to a shower. Take notice of a second sponge and grab it, lathering it with soap as well as you start on his chest.

 after he finishes with your front, he turns you around and begins to scrub down your bed just as you had asked before. You left a warm water wash over your face and hair, feeling absolutely relaxed under the water and being scrubbed. However, while you were being washed, you felt something tap your ass. Behind you and out for what it was. You had us first expected Noah’s hands when instead you find his dick, hard once again.

“ you really are something else. It’s only been Five minutes.” Chuckled deciding to tease him a bit and push your ass back onto him

“ well it’s hard not to be when you’re in the shower, and with this ass in front of me” he bites his lip as he stinks, and grabs at your right ass cheek “who wouldn’t get hard again?” He lets the sponge drop, his free hand caressing the other cheek. He couldn’t help but grind against your ass, the supple and plush flesh, getting him riled up again.

Leaning forward you, you rest your hand on the shower wall and arch your back. The water cascaded down your back and over your curves beautifully. Noah felt as though he was looking a goddess. Being a lucky mortal who stumbled upon her sacred body.

“You ready for me again baby?” He asks lining himself up, he pushes himself inside once again. The force of him making you stumble forward just a bit. “Fuck…this ass is nice” he growls with a spank to the cheek.

“Might be better than yours…” your joke as you push back on to him, fucking yourself on to his cock “oh fuck….you’re so big..” the water running down your body dripping off your nipples and pussy only heightened your senses.

“Damn right…that’s right, fuck yourself…like a…good little slut” he growls as he thrusts in time with you “my slut. Sexy girl.” One of his hands finish your shoulder, giving him more leverage to pump into you at a better angle.

“Mm rub that clit for me, slut” he commands you, letting his eyes shut in Pleasure. Watching himself pumping in and out of you, your ass bouncing with each thrust, the erotic sounds of your moans and your pussy were straight from a fantasy. He stops his thrusts and just watches you pleasure yourself on his cock. Each time you came back all the way, your back would arch just a bit more. Your moan got just a bit more high bitched.

“Yeah that’s right…work for that creampie baby,” he chuckled “you want another one huh? Want to…fuck….to fill you up, have you dripping.”

“Yes Noah…please again…” you agree as you run your clit faster, feeling your legs shake beneath your weight

“Then cum for me princess, cum for me” rubbing your bud faster as he fucks you just as hard before, you squeal out a moan as your third orgasm shakes your form. Noah continues to fuck into your overstimulated cunt, your moans being fucked out of You uncontrollably.

“So fucking tight…just for…fucking…me!” He fucks your pussy with passion chasing his high again. Finally cumming inside once again. Your body felt warm and full in the best of ways. After tonight you were sure to sleep in tomorrow. Noah brings you back up from your position, to kiss your forehead. His thumbs running over your heated cheeks.

After cleaning up, again, he wraps a towel around you and hands you some of his clothes for you to sleep in. Climbing into his bed, you adjust the pillows to your comfort and slither under the covers. You lay on your side and watch Noah stride into the room, his boxers sat on his hips in a way that made his walk more attractive. He crawls in with you and lays on his side, facing you. His head being held up by his hand as his other came to pick a strand of hair out of your face.

“…are you feeling okay?” He asked you as He observed your features. The way your lips curved and dipped, the shape of your nose, your eyelashes, the heavy blink of your eyelids.

“Yeah…im feeling…good” you answer as a yawn took over your form

“Why don’t you close those pretty eyes little flower? Get some rest.” He offers with a soft smile, something you had never seen before. It made your stomach flip around to see it

“Noah…” you call out to him

“Yes Y/N?”

“…….who are you?” You asked ironically again

“well,” he thinks about his answer as he scoots closer and lays an arm over your waist “I’m…who you need me to be.” He answers

You yawn and let your head fall heavy on to the pillow. Slowly blinking, each one heavier than the last, feeling sleep take over your consciousness.

“Noah I’m….im…sorry” you hush, feeling yourself slip into sleep. He waits a few moments, waiting for your breath to even out. Deep, slow breaths, your mind drifting into your dream land. Reaching over your body he turns off the lamp. He kisses the top of your head and tucks your body into his chest.

“I’m sorry too.” He whispered

He hears his phone vibrate, a notification from his work. He began To reach for it, but stood and pulls his hand back. It could wait until morning, but for now he wanted to hold you. As he held you during the stormy night he stared out of the window and thought to himself.

Did she change me? What have I done? Was this what she wanted? Can I….am I capable of being a husband?…what about the contract…what about….

He shakes his head gently at the thoughts and simply breaths in your scent. You smelled like his soap, but your perfume still lingered slightly. He liked it….he liked you….

He…

He…….

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[cambion-companion]

bestie your aemond fics make my brain function but only for aemond like my brain will throw out different ideas and they’ll only be for aemond 💀

that being said, i’m picturing a very sweet, kind lady-in-waiting to helaena. insults don’t really get to her, she just says thank you and moves on. she appears dumb, but in reality, she’s actually very intelligent and calculated, she just doesn’t think she needs to waste air on people who have nothing better to do than insult her. she saves that for people who insult helaena or aemond, but she does it in such a way it seems almost like a compliment until the person really thinks on it. i personally think aemond would be the only one to see that though, since he’s so silent and observant. like imagine a lady of the court calls helaena an idiot when she isn’t near to defend herself or hear and this lady-in-waiting is so quick to helaena’s defense. so quick. like she just murmurs to herself “takes one to know one” and aemond just can’t help but chuckle as he overhears. like this lady is SO quick-witted. she probably gives aegon a hard time too especially when he treats helaena like shit.

aegon: *openly flirting with a servant in front of EVERYONE*

helaena’s lady: *murmuring under her breath* it would be a miracle if you could even get your cock hard enough after the thirteen goblets of wine you’ve had, your highness.

aemond: *choking on his wine*

helaena’s lady: *placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles and to hide her reddening cheeks bc she’s a little embarrassed aemond heard her*

"Checkmate!" Helaena giggled, sitting back in her cushioned armchair triumphantly.

"You really are terrible at this game." Aegon observed helpfully from over your shoulder. "Quite the critical thinker. It's not as though you've tough competition."

"I don't see you winning any matches." You snapped back. "Or doing much of anything useful, really."

"Lady Y/N makes a good point, brother." Aemond chimed in from where he reclined by the fireplace, book in hand.

"Let's face it." You continued. "Helaena is just too smart for all of us."

The princess beamed at you as Aemond chuckled softly. Aegon rolled his eyes, huffing before slumping into his own chair gracelessly. "Where's the wine?"

"You drank it all." You, Helaena and Aemond spoke at once, glancing at each other in amusement.

Helaena laughed again, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Another round, Y/N?"

"I might be the one in need of some wine if we are to continue, princess." You looked at her fondly.

"Excellent!" Aegon clapped for the servants. "Bring us more wine!"

"I'll fetch us a different game, Y/N" Helaena rose and hurried out of the room as several servants entered.

Full goblets were distributed to all of you sitting in the drawing room, Aemond took his glass not looking up from his book and Aegon eagerly tipped his own to his lips.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as the elder prince caught the wrist of one pretty serving maid. "Why don't you stay a while? Your lovely face pleases me."

"I'm surprised you can tell a man from a woman in your current state." You quipped, frowning in distaste at the inebriated prince.

Aegon ignored you, tugging the maid closer. "Come, sit on my lap. I have a little problem I could use some help with."

"Please." You sneered. "As if you could get your cock hard after all the goblets of wine you've had."

You heard a splutter as Aemond choked on the sip of wine he'd just taken. Your face warmed as he coughed, still laughing at your boldness. He turned in his seat to face his brother. "Leave her, Aegon."

"I don't answer to you, Aemond."

"Then I suppose I shall report to mother how you continue to harass the serving girls even after the last incident." Aemond's voice was cool and even, but you could hear the undercurrent of rising anger.

"Oh fine. The lot of you are no fun." Aegon released the girl, who looked at you with gratitude before hurrying out of the room just as Helaena returned.

The princess placed a complex looking board game on the table before you, smiling, oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

You felt Aemond's eye upon your face, tactfully avoiding his gaze as Aegon pouted in the corner. Helaena spread out the game, chattering animatedly as she explained the rules to you. Feeling the blush still upon your cheeks you turned your face, your eyes flitting to glance at Aemond. He was observing you, a small smile upon his lips. He gave you the slightest of nods before returning his attention back to the book in his lap.

You looked quickly away, Helaena trailing your line of sight with a knowing look. She leaned forward clasping your hands in her own. "The dragon's fire is not always to be feared." She lowered her voice so only you could hear her next words. "Not when the dragon falls in love."

[scremogirl]

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰

Yandere! Serial killer x reader pt 2

GN! Reader, Mentions of blood, Mentions of mutilation, Mentions of stalking. Part 1 is here part 3 is here. Read the note at the end plz, ty!

You’re joking.

Your Uber was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago! There’s no way you're taking the bus this late and staying here is already out of the question. You’re most definitely not spending another twenty dollars on another shammy lift either. As you contemplate your predicament, you can hear the aggressive typing of a phone's keyboard as Malika writes a strongly worded review.

“Dammit! What the hell’re we supposed to do now? There’s absolutely no way I’m staying here,” you’re all out of options, maybe the best thing is just to wait here until your school bus comes back.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not-“ you cut her off before she can finish. I mean, what else are you supposed to do? You guys aren’t willing to take any of the other options presented so, all you can do is sit and wait. Look on the bright side, you’ve waited almost a full year to be here; no guy should ruin it for you. She thinks long and hard about it before lighting up again.

“You know what, fine. But if we stay you’re entering that competition and you’re gonna win,”

So here you are now. Scrambling around like a headless chicken with a stray killer on the loose. Let’s take it back some shall we?

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our animal Freak do Sheek costume competition! Our contestants have worked all year round perfecting there costumes in order to win our $800 dollar cash prize. Here’s how it works, you’ll-,”

You tune out the announcer in favor of the sound of your beating heart. You’ve never been this nervous before! You’ve done this hundreds of times and always came up on top, so why? I’ll tell you why; that same egotistical show off of an axe murder is entering the competition too.

He stands there staring at you silent and unmoving. The only thing that’s different about him is that the paper mache mask from earlier had been replaced with the face of the person who bumped into you. Man, he really thought all of this out didn’t he? You’re brought back to earth by the opening of the curtain revealing you and the rest of the contestants. The crowd cheers in excitement and this alone reminds you as to why you’re here. Malika as well as the rest of your class sit in the audience cheering you on. Hm? Your teachers not here. Whatever, it’s probably the only night he could legally get drunk at school and not have to deal with the repercussions. After the modeling is over you all recoup on stage and watch as the audience places their votes in the ballot box. Squirming in anticipation and nervous sweat beading down your forehead, you anxiously await the answer.

“The results are in! The winner is, drum roll please…” your breath stops and you can’t contain your jitters.

“Mr Axe Murder!” of course! Malika and your classmates give you a sadden smile but you don’t return it. In fact, you give them the brightest one yet. All these years you’ve been waiting for someone to match your talent, sick and tired of always expecting the best and reaching it. You needed a challenge, a thrill; and he gave it to you. Standing next to him on the podium you smile up at him. Sure he was an asshole before, but he deserved it. Looking at the camera as the three first place winners are to take a picture, he swings his axe up, presumably in a posing manner. How wrong were you? Just after the flash he brings his weapon down and with one clean swipe, lops off the head of the rando in third place.

You freeze in shock. This has to be some kinda gag, a prank or something. Everyone else screams and flees as he turns over to the announcer and gives him the same fate as your fellow contestant. The others dash off the stage and he walks towards you, reaching out to grab you. Before he can, Malika jumps on stage and drags you away faster than ever. All you see from behind your shoulder is the struggle of the security guards to hold down his hulking frame.

“What in the absolute fuck was that!” How the hell are you supposed to know!? Next thing you know you just got back into the fun of the night when an undercover serial killer decapitates someone right in front of you.

“Wait… didn’t you say that you saw that same guy hacking into someone else?” …oh. my. god. How could you be so stupid? I mean all the signs were in front of you and you ignored it! He has their face on his for crying out loud! Wait a minute. Face? You turn to Malika and the realization hits you both. Just as you're about to speak, siren blairs throughout the festival.

“Attention! The killer known as the “Mask Maker” has made his way into the festival and has incited a rampage. It is recommended that everyone stays calm and evacuate the premises immediately. I repeat, a killer is on the loose!”

Fuck! You should’ve taken the bus! There’s nothing you can do as you rush towards the exit of the building. Pushing your way past the hoards of people trying to escape this hell house. It’s too late though. The crazed lunatic has already scoped out the area and has started slashing anyone he can get to. He makes eye contact with you and suddenly stops his pursuit of the other patrons. Sprinting his way towards you. This time, it’s your turn to grab Malika and run as fast as you can, running into the first fun house you see.

Making your way inside, you duck and cover into the darkness as you hear the door shut and lock behind you. Venturing deeper into the funhouse into a mock corn field. Malika lets out a shriek as she turns your head and there you see it. There you find the mangled body of your teacher forced into the outfit of a discarded scarecrow, face missing. While surprising, she just alerted him to where your location was.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to but what the fuck is going on,” she cried out. You’re trapped, a killer is targeting you and you don’t know why and all of your colleagues are dead. How are you gonna escape this!?

Split up? Bait him out? Call for help?

“That’s all some white people shit,” in times of need you can always count on her abrasiveness to lighten the mood. You let out a slight giggle, maybe at her brashness or maybe out of anxiousness, you couldn’t tell the difference. Just then the door clicks open and the lights flicker on. You duck further down into the fake stocks of corn and stay as silent as possible. You watch as he makes his way into the next room, but as you sprint up in the opposite direction I hand grabs at Malika's hair. He attempts to slash at her arm but only manages to make a very minimal cut after you picked up a stray rake and bashed him over the head with it. You scoot past him and run out of the maze and back into Main Street, him right on you heels.

Just in the nick of time, you two are able to make it out of the festival when the gates closed. He banged and swung at the gates but you two weren’t sticking around to see if he’d break through. Running between the parking lots looking for anyone or anything you can use to get the hell out of here. Just then your phone dings with a notification. It says you Ubers right in front of you . You whip your head around in delight only for the smile on your face to drop. Your Uber arrived a while ago,you were the ones that were late. He’s hanging out of the crashed car, blood dripping everywhere and face gone. Also leaned up against the car is Gill and the harlot he decided to give your friend up for; or what’s left of them. In the corner of your eye you can see the tiniest grin spread across your friend's face. You decide not to question it as you have more important things to do. You two agreed that your best option was to make a mad dash to the bust stop where at least one person would notice you.

Making it there you both pull out your phones and with the remaining power they have left, call the police and notify them about where you abouts. The roads are empty and it looks like a ghost town. Overwhelmed with everything you break down in the middle of the ghost town. At this point you’ve accepted your fate and thought there was no point in fighting.

“Malika, I just wanted you to know that after whatever happens tonight, I love you,” you look up at her with tears in your eyes and a sad smile.

“Thank you for being my friend,” she stares at you, silent. Her own tears forming and sliding down her cheeks as she drops to her knees and hugs you close. You two lay there sobbing for a good while before she pulls away and shouts.

“I can’t do this anymore!” huh?

“I- I’m sorry, (Y/N) I don’t know what came over me! I’ve always been so jealous of you when I had no right to be. I wasn’t thinking straight. I'm so, so sorry! This is all my fault,” what? What is she talking about?

“Woah, woah; what’re you talking about?”

“All of this! I knew he was coming. I-… I knew he’d be after you,” you stare at her confused before giving a short giggle, but this isn’t time for jokes.

“It’s him (Y/N),” she can’t be serious right now.

“I am. I knew all along; that’s why I dragged you here. That’s why I wanted you to go to that school. That’s why I wanted- I wanted this to happen,”

………………………………………………………………………………….

“Hey! Do you mind if I sit here?” That’s how all of this started. By being nice. By being a decent human being. You don’t remember much about the school; you choose not to. You barely made it through the first semester there. All because of him. Keegan Krane. A man of the arts just like yourself, though, he focused his talents on something more traditional. Wherever he went there was at least a pencil and some acrylics tucked neatly in that tote bag he carried around. He was amazing at what he did! Best of his class, featured in shows all around the area, the whole nine yards. So, it’s reasonable for you to question why he decided to come here when he could be at the top.

“I don’t need to be at the top,” he’d tell you. Eyes locked on yours, his intense wavering in his intense gaze.

“Besides, if I would’ve never met you, I don’t know what I’d do,” ever the charmer he was. Until he wasn’t. You see, Keegan wasn’t who you thought he was. At first he was just some random guy who went to your school. Then he was some random guy who you shared almost all your classes with. Then he was the guy who sat next to you in most of them. He slowly turned into your acquaintance, then your friend, best friend, then your boyfriend. Or at least that’s what he thought.

You’ve always thought he was smart. He knew almost every painting by their name to the artist to what materials they used. He loved literature and poems and would often write them in his free time. He could cook better than anyone you’ve ever known and was exactly your type. He was perfect; maybe just a little too much.

You remember the exact day when the notes started showing up, right before college in senior year. You always wondered where and who they’d come from but anytime you’d ask, you’d never get a sufficient answer. Malika said to enjoy all the attention from your secret admirer but you couldn’t help to be creeped out. They knew what candies you liked, gave you little figurines from your favorite shows and even knew what route you took home.

Over time the notes became increasingly disturbing and the feeling of eyes on your back lingered throughout the day; no matter if you were in school or not. After the discovery of a mutilated carcass of what you assumed was a dead rat with a birds face, you went to the police. Fuck going the principal, all he would ever say was “we’ll check the cameras,” and “kids these days are always to shy to confess,”. Yea right, that was a confession enough, one of a future psychopath.

The notes turned into drawings, drawings turned into pictures, pictures turned into the mangled faces of unfortunate creatures, those turned into breaking and entering; stealing panties, used toothbrushes, the hair from your hairbrush, and that turned into a criminal case. Everything stopped after you went to the police, they most likely knew and were too afraid they’d get caught. Oh how wrong you were. Because that same person followed you to where you were now.

…………………………………………………………………....................

Just after, the man of the hour makes his way from out of the bushes, axe in hand and dragging the dead body of an officer.

“It’s him, (Y/N),” he removes his mask to reveal the face you seen in your darkest dreams.

“It’s Keegan,”

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the 2nd part of this. Ik the plot twist is a little confusing but it’ll all make sense in the third installment, trust. It may come out on Halloween it might not, I’m tryin 😭. I wasn’t confident in this but like I said it’ll all come together later. My Ao3 has been created and imma work on moving my posts there too. This was a little long so if you’re still here ty! Bye guys ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

-Love, Sosa ❤️

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bad Reveal AU Chapter 2 Part 2

As promised! Here's the compilation of every snippet I've written for the 1000 follower ask game. I added an additional 300 words to the end to round out the scene.

Story Summary: Danny loves the Waynes, loves living with them. After the GIW, after his parents, he never thought he'd be able to have this again. A family, a home.

Then he overhears a conversation.

The Waynes aren't just the Waynes. They're the Bats, part of the Justice League. And the Justice League works with the US Government. The same government that runs the Ghost Investigation Ward.

It was all a lie.

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Tumblr Links: Chapter 1, Previous

Word Count: 2.6k

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Three days later and they were all ready to tear their hair out. Barbara had found nothing new on the Fenton parents, even after Tim and Bruce joined her in the search. Apparently everything about the Fentons had been hidden behind the best digital security they had ever seen. Everything except the basics. And the firewalls were so good that they were almost invisible which is why no one had noticed them before.

Danny’s room lacked any sort of clue. They opened every drawer and went through everything they could find, only for nothing even slightly unusual to turn up. Definitely nothing like the bizarre energy weapon he’d used.

Jason had asked around as Red Hood to see if he could find any leads on the weapon. But every rumor lead to a dead end.

They could find nothing that might lead them to the people who wanted to hurt Danny. And Danny never came home.

Dick was currently in Danny’s room, again, trying to find anything. He was under the bed searching for hidden compartments in the frame or box spring when sharp footsteps sounded in the hall. A moment later, Alfred cleared his throat from the doorway.

“Master Dick! I believe you were instructed to leave the cave so you could rest.”

Dick pushed himself out from under the bed and sat so he was leaning against the bed frame. He flashed a dazzling smile. “Sorry, Alfred. I just had the idea to check the bed frame for any hidden messages or compartments. Wouldn’t have been able to sleep without doing it.”

Alfred sniffed. “We have already been over every inch of this room. You will not find anything new and you know this.”

Dick sighed, letting the smile drop away, and rubbed his face. He looked down at the carpet as he picked at it. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I just keep seeing his face. He was certain we were going to hurt him, Alfred. My own brother. How could I have failed him so badly?”

Alfred’s shoes came into view as he walked further into the room and sat next to Dick. “You haven’t failed him, Master Dick. And you know that. His fears were his own; based on experiences from before he ever joined this family. And we did not know there were problems to address. But we do now and I have full faith that you will solve this and bring Master Danny back home.”

“I wish I had your optimism, Alfred.”

“Then I shall just have to have enough for the both of us. Now, if you insist on being useful, Titus could use his afternoon walk. Normally Master Bruce or I take care of it…”

“But with B injured and the house full, you’ve got enough to handle. I’ll take care of it, Alfred.”

“Thank you, my boy. Now, help an old man up.”

Dick laughed; it wasn’t sincere, not truly, but he knew it’d make Alfred feel better. “Don’t even pretend you can’t get up on your own.” But he still did as requested and helped Alfred to his feet.

“When you’re my age, you will know what troubles I face.”

“Sure, Alfred. Now, where is Titus right now?”

Ten minutes later, Dick was outside in the late spring sun throwing a tennis ball for Titus. The dog was delighted with the game.

He rather felt like it should be raining or overcast or something. Not a balmy spring day with birds singing and bees buzzing in the clover. Danny was still missing; it shouldn’t be a nice day.

His next throw went much farther than he planned, and Titus bounded away.

Dick groaned and collapsed to the ground. He threw an arm over his eyes as he bit back his tears. Everyone was relying on him to hold it together. Damian was on a hair trigger and he was the only one who could keep him in line consistently; Tim was sunk deep into his research and barely surfacing for another energy drink every few hours; Jason and Bruce couldn’t be around each other for more than ten minutes without someone starting to yell. Duke was spending more and more time on patrol trying to find any information on the meta angle.

And all of them came to him to complain about the others. His family needed him. He couldn’t fall apart.

When a shadow fell over his face, he cracked open an eye expecting to see a cloud covering the sun. Instead he screamed and jumped to his feet as he came face-to-face with Clark.

“Warn a guy next time!”

Clark, the bastard, just laughed at him. “Hey, Dick. Didn’t expect to find you here.”

Before he could reply, Titus returned, ball clenched proudly in his mouth. “Good boy,” said Dick as he petted him. “Ready to go back inside?” To Clark, he said, “Most of us are staying at the manor right now. What brings you here?”

“We’re worried. Bruce called in saying he had an injury that would prevent field work for a few weeks. At the same time, Tim told Kon he’d be unavailable for Young Justice missions until further notice. And Damian canceled a sleepover with Jon with no explanation. So I made two of Ma’s pies and decided to come over for a visit. What’s going on?”

Dick sighed. “Danny’s gone. He discovered who we were.” He let out a hysterical laugh. “And apparently thinks that because we work with the US government it means we were just pretending to like him to gather information so we could turn him over to someone who would hold him against his will and torture him.”

Clark landed and pulled him into a hug. Dick clung on tightly. “Why does he think that?”

Dick shrugged and, reluctantly, pulled away. “Apparently his parents betrayed him once already. I think…” Dick closed his eyes and whistled sharply. “Come, Titus.” He held onto Titus’s collar and began walking away from Clark towards the manor. “We think he already has experience being held and tortured. And that it was his parents fault.”

Clark’s sharp inhale proved his horror at such a thought.

“Yeah. So now Danny’s gone and we have no idea how to search for him. Did B tell you he’s a meta? We knew he had some powers, but clearly we missed some because now we suspect invisibility, density shifting, and flight. So we’re trying to find the people who want to hurt him. But we keep hitting walls!” Titus whined when his grip tightened too much. Dick winced and let go immediately to pet the dog. “Sorry, Titus. You’re such a good boy.”

Clark draped an arm around his shoulders. “Well, why don’t you take me to the cave and you can go over everything you know. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes will help.”

Dick shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt. And maybe seeing you will remind Bruce he knows how to do more than grunt when people ask him a question.”

Clark winced. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse, if I’m honest. Danny shot him with an energy weapon before density shifting out of the cave. So now his newest kid is missing and he’s too injured to go out and search for him.”

Clark let out a low whistle. “Yep. That’ll do it.”

Dick pulled out his phone and opened the group chat. A quick text ensured everyone who was around would make their way to the cave. “I’ve told everyone to meet us in the cave. We’ll swing by the kitchen to get some plates and cutlery for the pie. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Clark ruffled his hair. “You know me, I’m too midwestern to show up anywhere unannounced without food.”

Dick gave a half smile, unable to muster up anything warmer.

Clark tried to keep up a stream of small talk as they swung by the kitchens to gather the plates. But Dick just couldn’t keep up with it. His mind was just too far away, on a young boy with blue eyes who loved hugs and had fit into the family so smoothly.

When they got to the cave, Tim didn’t even look up at the sound of the elevator doors opening. Dick followed his lead and ignored him, instead going straight to Bruce.

“You’ve got a visitor, B!”

Bruce only grunted and didn’t look up from his laptop.

Clark hid a smile. “I’m sure Alfred raised you better than that, Bruce.”

“Indeed I did,” declared Alfred with a sniff from where he was making notes in Bruce’s medical chart.

Bruce’s head whipped up at the sound of Clark’s voice and Dick bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Clark? What are you doing here?”

“Been worried about you and the kids, so I made some pie and decided to come on over. Kon and Jon are both waiting for updates as well.”

Apparently the appearance of Clark and Kon’s name was enough to finally drag Tim from the batcomputer for the first time in days. “Is Kon okay?”

Clark gave him a fond smile. “He’s fine, lad. It’s you—all of you—we’re worried about.”

Bruce looked away. “It’s Danny.”

Clark nodded and sat on the foot of the bed. “Dick’s told me a little. Let’s wait for the others to join us and you can all tell me everything.”

Dick checked his phone. “Babs said my text woke her up and don’t start discussions without her.”

Clark looked at him sharply. “Barbara is here, too? You really meant it when you said everyone’s been staying here, didn’t you?”

Dick shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s Danny.”

Tim laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, he’s the only one who all of us like pretty much all the time.”

Clark frowned as he looked around at the people gathered, but didn’t say anything.

Alfred bustled in with a chair. “If some of you would help me set up chairs for everyone? We might as well be comfortable as we talk and eat.”

“Of course, Alfred,” said Clark, seeming relieved. “Be happy to help.”

Honestly, with how many people were there, it only took a minute. Jason and Stephanie arrived just as they were finishing up.

“Duke messaged me,” said Jason. “He’s on his way back from patrol.”

“Damian?” asked Dick.

“I am here, Richard,” said the boy as he walked into the medbay. “I apologize for my tardiness. I was with Alfred the cat and didn’t notice your message immediately.”

Dick went to his side and ruffled his hair. He ignored Damian’s glare with years of practice. “Glad you could make it. Come on, let’s get you a slice of pie.”

“I’ll start slicing,” said Clark.

By the time the pie was sliced and everyone had a piece, Barbara had arrived.

“Where is Duke?” asked Bruce.

Tim pulled up the tracking information on his laptop. “Looks like he’s only twenty minutes out.”

“He’d’ve said something if he’d learned anything new,” said Jason. “I say we just start sharing now. He’ll be back before we get through it all.”

“Agreed,” said Bruce.

Clark nodded and looked around the room. Dick just knew he was cataloging how exhausted they all looked. “What can you tell me about what happened?”

“Daniel lost his mind and attacked Father,” said Damian.

“Listen here, Demon Brat,” argued Jason, “you know damn well that’s not what happened.”

And when Tim backed up Jason, it became a shouting match. Dick buried his face in his hands. A headache was forming and he knew if he tried to intervene, he’d just make it worse right now.

“Enough!” said Alfred when it became clear the others wouldn’t calm down on their own. “We will go over it one at a time. Master Richard, you may start.”

So Dick gave all the information he knew. When one of the others indicated they wanted to add more, he let them. Alfred made sure no one overstepped. Duke arrived partway through and described what he saw when Danny disappeared and used his powers.

When everyone was finally satisfied they’d shared everything they knew, Barbara pulled out a tablet to show Clark the footage of the confrontation in the cave.

“And you don’t know where he got that weapon?” asked Clark after he watched it twice.

“No clue,” said Tim. “We’ve searched his room a dozen times since then, but there’s nothing even remotely like it.”

Jason nodded. “And I’ve been asking around. No one I can find has ever heard of one like it.”

Alfred added, “Even I was unaware he was in possession of such an object.”

Clark hummed as he replayed the last few seconds of the video where Danny density shifted through the stone. “He brought it with him when he left.”

“You’ve thought of something,” said Bruce.

“Could he have hidden the weapon inside something? Like a wall or the floor?”

Bruce hummed as he thought. “Is that even possible?”

Dick shrugged. “We know very little about what he can and can’t do.”

“Want me to take a look at his room with my X-ray vision?” asked Clark.

Bruce nodded. “Please.” No one commented on the begging tone in his voice.

And for the first time in days, Dick felt hope rising in his chest.

“And do we have any idea what he meant by Jason being in trouble, too?”

Jason shrugged. “Probably has something to do with how I died. I’m apparently the only one who can sense Danny’s empathy, too. And I mean supernatural empathy, not the normal person kind.”

Bruce agreed. “I found the most information on Amity Park when I found my way to supernatural message boards. Zatana is looking into some things for me as well. But it always leads back to ghosts. Though why Jason alone is of interest when others in the family have also died is uncertain.”

“I see. Well, I suppose we’ll find out when you get him home. Who wants to show me Danny’s room? We might as well start there.”

Of course, no one was willing to sit this one out. The biggest argument arose when Bruce insisted on pushing himself to his feet. He refused the wheelchair Alfred tried to insist he use, but a raised eyebrow and pursed lips did get him to take the crutches.

Dick and Jason exchanged a smirk at the scene. Alfred always got his way.

So, the entire group made their way out of the cave and through the halls of Wayne Manor until Clark stopped in the doorway to Danny’s room.

He let out a low whistle. “Whatever his powers are, he can definitely hide things in other objects. He’s left a lot behind.”

“Can you tell what they are?” asked Bruce.

Clark shrugged. “Some of them. There’s another item that looks like that blaster he had. Some…rope? I think? A tool box in the floor. A case that’s probably lead-lined. And a lot of stuff that I just can’t identify. I mean, a random cylindrical object. Some rectangles, maybe external hard-drives?”

Damian stepped forward, gripping the handle of his katana. “Then we will smash the walls to see what he is hiding.”

Dick rushed forward to put an arm around Damian’s shoulders and stop him from doing anything.

“Indeed not, Master Damian.” Alfred gave the boy a level look. “We want Master Danny to have a home to return to. And what sort of welcome would he feel if he came back to a destroyed room? Master Bruce, Mr. Kent, I am aware you have other collegues who can density shift. Could one of them be prevailed upon to come and remove the items?”

Damian scowled and kicked at the floor. Dick bit back his smile. The kid really did care about their missing brother, whatever he said.

Clark nodded. “I’ll call J’onn, Alfred.”

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[dwailol]

Hot Shower 🚿❤️‍🔥

ComPOUND: Round 5 of your week alone with Bucky

Summary: [fem reader x Dom Bucky], established relationship. After your training session and office visit, you’re both ready for a nice shower ;)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

WARNINGS ⚠️: smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), p in v, c in v, praise kink

WC: 1.2k

We are both gleaming with sweat and riding the high of what just happened in the office. I know round three for the day is on its way. I am about to have some real fun of my own on this one.

One of my favorite things about the compound is my shower. It’s everything a girl can dream with a detachable head and a variety of settings. I also like that’s it’s got a nice ledge to sit on and enough room for two should you find yourself a buddy or… Bucky.

We walk to my bathroom. I strip off the only thing left I was wearing then throw it behind me for him to catch. He grips the shirt tight and examines it with a devilish grin. He catches up to me to grab me from behind. I come to a stop by his restricting movements. He squeezes my breasts then gives me a firmmmm smack on the ass.

“Angel, you better watch out or I’m gonna fuck you so hard in that shower you slip and damn near break something.”

“Hopefully the only thing you break is my back,” I tease. He gives me a surprised smirk - a bring it on kind of smirk.

“Ask and you shall receive. Now let’s go clean up that dirty little mouth of yours,” he parts my mouth wide open with his flesh thumb. I grab his hand to capture his thumb in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it looking for eyes of approval. His own jaw drops a bit.

“That’s a good girl.”

I release his hand, “Only for you.”

He grabs my face tight and smashes our mouthes together in an intense kiss.

“That’s right. Only mine.”

We continue walking to my shower. He turns the heat up high. Who would’ve thought the Winter Soldier likes hot showers. I look at him with a waiting smile as he turns back to me. He steps forward to push me against the wall.

“Gotta wait for it to heat up first,” he brings his hand to massage the inside of my thigh. I feel myself getting wet. I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips melt together in a steamy make out session.

His vibranium hand lifts up my leg so that my soaking cunt is exposed. He starts fingering me and the wet noises are as loud as the shower. I look up at him with eyes full of desire. When I feel myself pulse around his fingers, I bite down on my lip. My sharp breath fills with steam. I look over towards the shower and he stops.

“I think it’s ready,” I say hesitantly. I don’t want this to stop but I also want to see what he plans to do to me. He grips my thigh tightly.

“But are you ready? Cause I’m not,” he shoves me back harder into the wall. His fingers jam back inside me. He moves them back and forth quickly and firmly. His thumb moves in circles around my clit.

“Oh my god Bucky. Fuck! Bucky you’re about to make me-“ I gasp before I can finish my sentence. A rush of pleasure explodes inside me around his fingers. My face relaxes and my mouth softens into a big O.

“Made you cum Angel? Now do that thing again that earned you that.”

He takes his fingers and puts them in my mouth. I suck them and swirl my tongue around them like he likes. I take his hand out my mouth.

“Are we ready to shower now?” I ask meekly.

“You mean, am I ready to fuck you senseless and watch you choke on my cock and the steam? Hell yeah. Get your pretty ass in there and sit on the ledge.”

I do as he says. He shuts the glass door behind him.

“What a perfect little fuck seat you have in here. Let me guess,” he removes the shower head, “you use this to pleasure my pretty pussy when I’m not here.” He plays with the buttons to see the different settings. He finds my favorite jet speed and I can’t help but press my lips together in interest. He examines my reaction and cocks his head to the side.

“Open your legs.”

I give a satisfying “mmh” as the jet massages my clit.

��What do we say?”

“Thank you so much for letting me cum.”

“My girl minds her manners so well. Let’s put that mouth to use for other things.”

He puts the shower head back up. He grabs the sides of my head and puts his wet cock in my face. I grab onto his shaft and start to stroke and suck. He groans as his cock hits the back of my throat. I lick it up and down and stare at him wanting praise. He looks down and smiles. He pulls my hair a little.

“You’re being so good for me. It’s time to get fucked like the dirty girl you are.”

I part my head from his cock. He picks me up and twists me so I’m facing the side wall. I put my hands forward to grab the wall as he nearly slams me against it. He bends me over and pushes his cock inside me. He moves sloppy although he enters with such ease.

His vibranium hand stays clutching my hip and his flesh hand clasps at my breasts. I scream with pleasure at his beat. He’s going absolutely crazy with his pace. He grunts with pride. The steam of the water and the fresh sweat on our skin are indistinguishable.

“Fuck. You feel so good Angel,” I feel him slip a little. He brings his other hand back to my hip. I lose my balance a bit and bend over more. He brings his thumb over my clit again. He rubs harder than earlier knowing he’s overstimulating me. I’m not sure what number this is for me today at this point. I’m gasping for air and my face starts to blush.

“Please don’t stop. You have me so close again. Thank you. Please don’t stop!” He goes harder and faster. I shriek and shriek until I feel it happen again.

“Like I said, ask and you shall receive. Get ready to take my cum.” He fucks me. He fucks me. He’s fucking fucking me so good goddamnit.

“Please give me your cum! I want it so much!”

“Good because you’re about to get it!” He pulls my hands behind my back. I yell with surprise. He moves through me like a jackhammer, “That’s right you take this cock!”

With a deep breath and moan he cums inside me. As he pulls out he has more that he releases on my back. Showering me in more ways than one.

“Let’s get you actually cleaned up,” he lathers my loofah in soap. He rubs it up my back to clean himself off me. I stand back up sure to grind my ass on him. He muffles a laugh. The loofah glides up from my hips to my breasts as he massages the soap on my skin.

I return his service and we hop out. I wrap up in a towel and we get close on my bed.

“And after all that not a single bone broken. A damn miracle,” he says jokingly disappointed, “But my dirty girl is all clean now. Quick question, do you ever wash the wings?”

“They spray me down with a hose outside.”

“Haha… you’re so fucking funny.”

[itsmealaiah]

The Award Show (Tokio Hotel x y/n)

a/n: thank you to @mistyda1 for this request!

tags/ warnings: none!

The lights dimmed, and the audience quieted. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes as I stood before them. It was my first time hosting an awards show, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through me. I smoothed my hands over my dress, adjusting the microphone in my grasp, and forced a confident smile onto my face. As I scanned the crowd, a familiar face caught my eye: tokio hotel. They were sitting in the front row, looking as handsome as ever.

I cleared my throat, feeling the butterflies in my stomach flutter. "Good evening, everyone. Thank you so much for joining us tonight," I began, my voice steady despite the pounding in my ears. "I have to say, I am absolutely thrilled to be here, and I can't wait to see who takes home the awards. But first, let's get the show started with a performance from one of the nominees, shall we?"

I gestured toward the stage, where a group of dancers had already begun to take their places. The music started, and the crowd erupted into applause as the performers began to dance, their movements fluid and captivating. As I watched them, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the level of talent in the room. When the performance came to an end, the dancers took a bow, and I stepped back up to the microphone, eager to announce the next award.

"And now, for the award for Best New Artist, let's give a big round of applause to…" I paused dramatically, scanning the card in my hand. "Tokio Hotel!"

As the members of the band stood up, the crowd went wild, screaming and chanting their names. I couldn't help but smile as I made my way over to them, shaking each of their hands as they accepted their award. "Congratulations, guys," I said, grinning. "You deserve it."

Georg smiled back at me, his dimples appearing as he took the mic. "Thank you so much, y/n. This means the world to us. We couldn't have done it without our amazing fans," he said, gesturing to the crowd, who went wild once more. Bill, Tom, and Gustav nodded in agreement, beaming beside him. "And a special thank you to our families, who've supported us through thick and thin. We love you!"

The show went on for another two hours, rapturous applause filling the place. I eventually made my way down the staircase as everyone was leaving. I wanted to congratulate Tokio Hotel again, maybe get to know them better.

"Hey, y/n," Bill said as I approached them, a drink in hand. "You were fantastic up there."

"Oh, thank you, Bill. You were amazing out there too," I said with a grin, nodding towards the stage. "And the rest of the guys, of course."

"Thanks," Georg replied, flashing me a smile. "It's been a long night, but it was worth it. We had a blast."

I glanced at my watch, realizing it was getting rather late. "Well, I should probably be heading off," I said, a little reluctantly. "But it was so great meeting you all. Maybe we can hang out sometime?"

Gustav nodded. "Absolutely. We'd love that. Here, let us get your number." He pulled out his phone and scribbled something down before handing it over to me. "We'll be in touch."

I smiled, taking the phone. "Thanks, Gustav. It was a pleasure meeting all of you." I leaned in and gave them each a hug before heading out into the night, feeling a sense of exhilaration coursing through me.

As I made my way to my car, I glanced back at the venue, a warm glow spreading through my chest. The awards show had been a huge success, and I was proud to have been a part of it. And, of course, there was something special about sharing the stage with Tokio Hotel. They had an energy that was infectious, and their music had the power to bring people together in a way that few other things could.

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[goldenempyrean]

Alone Again

〚 Notes - Lets have some heartbreaking angst, shall we? Hopefully this isn't too sad for yall :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Wordcount - 500 〛

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“Y/N?” 

“Y/N, you need to wake up.” Came the distant voice that woke you from your restless sleep. 

“Natty?” You called out, your voice so weak it was barely audible, but she had still heard you. 

“Yeah baby, it’s me. Come on, you need to take some medicine.” She whispered, slowing coaxing your exhausted body to sit up, you weren’t sure why exactly but the familiar soft, loving touch of her made you tear a little. 

“Love, what’s wrong?”  

You sniffled, quickly wiping away your tears. “Nothing baby.”  

She nodded before helping you pull yourself up. Honestly felt like it had been the first time you’d gotten out of bed in weeks. Everything had hit you so hard and then getting sick too, that really was just the cherry on top. 

You tried you best to ignore the stacks of boxes and the plethora of cards littering your room as you slowly stumbled your way to the bathroom. God the place was a mess, not to mention the vase of wilted flowers still sitting on your dresser. The halls seemed to spin and swirl but you managed to make it there in one piece. 

Nat’s soft hand continued to rub your back as you searched through the numerous bottles of orange pills in your cabinet, you had just pulled out a small packet of flu medicine when you felt Natasha’s hand come to rest gently on your sweat-soaked forehead, “Take your temperature my love, this fever’s burning you up.” 

You nodded, feeling too weak to do anything else as you placed the thermometer under your tongue. Natasha continued to stroke your hair as you waited for the beep, and when it finally went off, she took it out and read it. 

“39.3 degrees.” She said with a frown, “You need to take some of that medicine and get back to bed.” 

You did what she said, swallowing the pills and washing them down with some water before allowing Natasha to guide you back to bed. You felt like a child again, helpless and vulnerable. 

“Do you want me to stay with you, my love?” She asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your fever flushed face 

You nodded; you couldn’t bear to be alone, not again. It was then that the tears began again, slow, sad tears flowing down your cheeks. 

“Oh love, again? What’s wrong baby?” Nat sighed and you felt your being pulled into her loving hold as you hugged you tight, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you eventually calmed down. 

You took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled yourself out of that empty hold, sniffling as you wept out, “I’m sorry, so, so sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I'm here for you baby.” Your wife whispered as you finally settled back into the sheets. You rolled over onto her side of the bed, the cold empty space bringing forth another round of unrestrained sobs. 

“But you’re not though, are you?” You choked out, tears spilling out uncontrollably now, “because you’re still down there.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“A soul for a soul.” 

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Aaliyah finds Harry in his office after his solicitors leave. He’s got his head pressed against the dark wood of his desk, papers scattered everywhere. She peeks at them when she rounds the table. They’re all contracts.

She gently places a hand on the back of his neck and massages. A groan comes from Harry’s throat, and he raises his head, all but sweeping Aaliyah in his lap. His curly hair is long again, due for a cut. It flops over his brow, concealing his eye until he tucks it back behind his ear. 

Aaliyah frowns at him, using her fingertips to undo his cravat. “You need to stop overworking yourself, mo leannan. It’s not a good look on you.”

He smiles tiredly, each of his dimples dramatically making an appearance. He takes her hand, kisses her fingers, and then rests it over his chest, above his heart. “I’m okay, darling.”

“You barely had lunch.”

“Had a big breakfast.”

She squints her eyes and leans in. “You did not. You had a bit of soup and then you ran off.”

He wraps his arms around her and tugs her close, bending down to softly kiss her. “You care so much about me?”

Aaliyah is still frowning when she pushes back at him, her hands escaping his, now deep in his hair. “I’m going to bring you dinner and we’ll eat together, yes? Lottie’s in a foul mood too and it’s because she hasna seen her father in a few hours.”

Harry turns his head to see if his baby is anywhere around. “Let’s go see her then, hm? Where's my little monster anyways? She's usually pounding on my door by now.”

“I just put her down for a nap.”

“Well then we shall wake her up.”

“And you’ll be responsible for putting her down again.”

Harry smiles and presses Aaliyah’s cheeks together fondly. “I’m a lot better at that anyways, wouldn’t you say so?”

[justabigassnerd]

Treat You Better

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 4,256

Warnings - swearing, alcohol, mentions of cheating

Song - Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

Summary - your boyfriend is a dick, and Bradley knows he'd be ten times the boyfriend he was

A/N - I legit came up with this on the walk home from the bus stop and honestly we love my brain sometimes bc I have this and then (shock horror) a Hangman fic planned which I'm super excited to write bc it features something I've loved since I was like 11/12 so that's fun! Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!!

Entering the Hard Deck after a long day of training was one of your favourite things to do, especially when all of your friends from Dagger Squad were there too. This time, however, it was just you and your boyfriend Mike, better known by his callsign ‘Checkmate’ going to the bar for some drinks. You and Mike settle down on the stools just in front of the bar and you tuck your phone firmly into your pocket, not wanting Penny to ring the bell on you.

“Can I get you anything?” Penny asks, wiping down the bar as she smiles at you.

“Just one beer.” Mike says quickly, not even giving you a chance to say anything. You liked Mike, you’d only been dating a month and the relationship was running somewhat smoothly but you couldn’t help but have your doubts about some parts. You wouldn’t bring them up to Mike, knowing he’d get defensive and make you seem like the bad guy for bringing it up in the first place.

“Anything for you, y/n?” Penny asks, noticing that you got spoken over.

“A beer would be nice Penny. Thank you.” You say with a smile as Penny nods, grabbing two beers and placing them on the bar.

“Speak over her like that again Checkmate and that bell is ringing.” Penny warns as Mike rolls his eyes once her back is turned, taking the orders of other patrons.

“Just because she’s an Admiral’s daughter she thinks she can talk to me like that?” He scoffs, making you bite your tongue to stop yourself from snapping at him.

“Let’s just move if she’s bugging you so much.” You say, gesturing to the open tables you can sit at. Just as Mike goes to respond, his gaze wanders to be behind you.

“Didn’t know they were coming tonight.” He mutters, making you look over your shoulder to see Dagger Squad chattering amongst each other as they entered the bar, heading to their usual spot by the pool table.

“Pegasus! Checkmate!” You hear Fanboy call, and you look over at him, smiling as he waves madly, making you wave back as Payback and Coyote gesture for you to come and join them.

“Shall we?” You say, looking back at Mike who shrugs.

“Sure, I’ve been meaning to catch up with Hangman since he got back from his mission.” He replies, both of you grabbing your beers and crossing to your friends. Mike immediately approaches Hangman, striking a conversation as Phoenix greets you.

“Hey, Phoenix!” You greet her happily as you sit down; she hadn’t been at training today, so you missed out on seeing her, so you were happy she came to the Hard Deck. As you converse, Bob gets a round for those who had just entered the bar before joining yours and Phoenix’s conversation.

“No Rooster then?” You ask, glancing around for your friend who was the only member of your friend group that hadn’t shown up.

“He said he’d be coming. He’s probably just running late.” Bob says, glancing briefly at the door before turning back to you.

“’Late’ and ‘Rooster’ can’t be in the same sentence. I swear he’s never been late for anything a day in his life. He might not be up for coming and I wouldn’t blame him. Training was tough today.” You say, looking at the piano that Rooster often sat behind, playing songs for you all to sing loudly along to. You felt a pang of sadness in your heart at the realisation that Rooster most likely wasn’t coming to the bar. You and Rooster had been friends since forever and you hadn’t seen much of him since you told him you were dating Mike. You still saw him but not as much as you wished you could. You take a sip from your beer and as you place the bottle down on the table you hear Coyote dramatically call out to someone.

“Rooster, how nice of you to join us!” He says as Rooster crosses to the group, taking his aviators off and grinning at his friends.

“Hey, Roo!” You exclaim happily, leaping up from your seat and pulling him into a hug he wastes no time in returning. You couldn’t deny that you had some feelings towards Rooster, but you accepted he didn’t have the same feelings for you, so you started going on dates to try and move on from hopeless pining. That’s what led you to Mike.

“Hey, Pegasus.” He says as he hugs you tight, glancing around the room and locking eyes with Checkmate who scowls at the way Rooster is hugging you. When you begin to pull away, Rooster lets you much to his displeasure. He was harbouring feelings for you and the day you told him Checkmate asked you to be his girlfriend was the day he was going to confess how he felt to you. He knew that he’d be ten times the boyfriend Checkmate was, but he loved you too much to meddle in your relationship despite how clear it was that Checkmate didn’t give two shits about you.

“How’d you find training today?” You ask, pulling him over to sit with you, Phoenix, and Bob, unaware of Mike’s angered glare in your direction. As you discuss how Rooster found training, Mike comes over and plants himself in the seat next to you.

“Hey Pegasus, come talk to Hangman with me, his latest mission sounds like something I’d nail.” He boasts proudly, pulling you out of your seat and over to Hangman who greets you with a friendly smile.

“God he’s such an asshole.” Phoenix groans, rubbing at her face.

“I don’t understand how y/n chose him.” Rooster mutters, staring over at you as you chat with Hangman, smiling as he recounts his mission’s success. As Rooster stares at you, Phoenix and Bob exchange a glance. All of Dagger Squad had figured out Rooster’s crush on you and they had been rooting for the two of you to get together ever since.

“You know, even Hangman hates Checkmate. He thinks Pegasus could do so much better than that douchebag.” Payback says as he sits himself in the seat you were previously occupying. The group watches as Hangman laughs at whatever Checkmate had just said, although it was more of a light scoff than a laugh.

“With how much Checkmate is like Hangman I’m surprised he hates him.” Bob says, glancing over at his friends rather than staring obnoxiously at the three by the pool table.

“Give Hangman some credit. He’s not the same guy who waltzed in when we first got called back. Pegasus is one of his best friends he just wants her to be happy.” Coyote says, defending his friend quickly before taking a swig of his beer. Everyone in the group turns to chat amongst each other, seemingly done with staring at you and Checkmate while Rooster continues to watch you as Checkmate downs his beer and excuses himself to head over to the bar to seemingly get himself another drink. You continue to chat with Hangman while he’s gone and when Checkmate returns, he has two beers in hand, giving one to Hangman before taking a sip from the other. Not even a second passes and Checkmate excuses himself again, moving to talk to Fritz with Hangman coming over to join the group while Rooster crosses to you.

“Did Checkmate just buy Hangman a drink and didn’t even offer to get his girlfriend one? What a gentleman.” Rooster states sarcastically, leaning against the pool table with his arms folded.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t planning on drinking much anyway.” You mumble, clearly a little upset that Checkmate didn’t even think to offer to get you a drink.

“I’ll get you something, what do you fancy?” Rooster asks, making you shake your head and let out a breathy laugh.

“You don’t need to buy me anything Roo, I’ll get something myself in a bit.” You say, attempting to push Rooster away from walking to the bar but he simply took your hands off his shoulders, held them in his and spun the two of you around, so you’re now stood where Rooster was previously, and he was now stood where you were.

“I insist, it’s my treat.” He says, releasing your hands and slowly backing away in the direction of the bar as you fold your arms and shake your head jokingly, knowing there’s no way to convince him otherwise at this point. You felt your face flushing slightly at the contact and you glanced around to see if anyone was paying you any mind, thanking whoever was looking out for you that no one was looking your way. You watch as Rooster walks to the bar, talking to Penny before returning with two beers in hand, giving one to you with a soft smile as you take it and thank him quietly.

“So Bradshaw. How come you didn’t arrive at the same time as everyone else? You’re usually the most punctual out of all of us.” You muse after you’ve taken a sip of your beer.

“Well I, unlike everyone else, hate coming to the bar in my uniform, so I had to make a pitstop. And I may have forgotten to ask them to wait so we could all arrive together.” He admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as you let out a small laugh. You took a second to look at Rooster’s usual choice of casual clothes, a trusty Hawaiian shirt on top of a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans and his aviators. He certainly had a unique fashion sense, but it was one of the things you loved that made him Rooster.

“Well, it’s always good to see you. Can we expect any performances tonight?” You ask, glancing at the piano as Rooster smiles.

“Maybe. We’ll see how I feel. And how much Hangman annoys me with his song choices.” He teases, both of you laughing as you remember how much Hangman can irritate Rooster by playing the same three songs on repeat on the jukebox the bar has. The two of you continue to chat until you finish your drinks. You excuse yourself to go to the toilet and as you wash your hands, you hear the familiar opening chords to ‘Great Balls of Fire’ and a knowing smile covers your face, making you dry your hands and exit the bathroom so you can join in with the other patrons of the bar as they sing loudly along to the song as Rooster plays the piano. You stand alongside Payback and Fanboy, laughing and singing with your teammates, all of you cheering loudly after you sing the final words. As you glance around the bar after the cheering has died down, you notice that Mike is nowhere to be seen.

“Fanboy, have you seen Mike?” You ask, continuing to look around.

“I saw him leaving not long before you came back from the bathroom. I thought you knew. I also didn’t know you were in the bathroom, so I figured you were heading home with him.” Fanboy says sympathetically when he notices your demeanour shift. You nod silently and start to head towards the doors of the Hard Deck. As you cross the bar, Rooster notices your dejected expression and he leaps up from where he was sat at the piano and following you outside.

“y/n, are you okay?” He asks cautiously as soon as you’re both outside. You stop in your tracks and take a deep breath before turning to face him, unshed tears shining in your eyes that break Rooster’s heart.

“Mike went home without letting me know so I’m just gonna head back to mine. I was supposed to spend the night at his but clearly, that’s not the plan anymore and since he was my ride, I guess I’m walking home. Finding out that he left from Fanboy kind of hurt so I’m not in the mood to hang around anymore. Tell the others I’ll see them in the morning.” You say, shrugging and turning back around to start the walk back to your house.

“I don’t think so.” Rooster mutters to himself before jogging to catch up with you, walking alongside you with a gentle smile. In this moment he’d never been happier to have not taken the Bronco to the bar so he could keep you company on your walk home.

“Bradley, you don’t need to miss out just because I’m leaving.” You say when you notice that Rooster is walking alongside you. Despite saying he didn’t need to walk with you, you were hoping he’d ignore you and continue to walk by your side. His presence was always comforting.

“You think I care about missing out on Hangman and Coyote’s millionth darts match? I’m not missing out on anything. I’d rather be making sure you’re okay because I’d be a shitty friend if I noticed that you were upset and still let you walk home alone.” Saying the word ‘friend’ out loud always stabbed at Rooster’s heart, knowing that your relationship would never transcend friendship hurt him but he’d still rather live with you as his friend than living a life without you in it. At Rooster’s affirmation that he’d stay by your side and walk you home, you felt a smile cross your face as you quickly rubbed at your eyes to rid yourself of the unshed tears. The walk home was filled with the two of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time. By the time you reach your front door, you don’t want Rooster to leave but you knew it wouldn’t be worth holding him up when he had training early in the morning.

“You going to be okay?” Rooster asks softly as you unlock your front door.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Mike probably just forgot about our plans. Thanks for walking me home Roo.” You reply with a smile as you wrap your arms around Rooster for a hug he returns happily.

“You take care. I’ll see you in the morning.” Rooster bids you goodnight as he releases you from the hug before turning and walking away, not before throwing one last smile over his shoulder before you close your front door, the smile not leaving your face even as you get ready for bed and bury yourself under your covers.

The next couple of weeks of training were tough, Mike had been constantly pulling away from you and spending less time with you. At first, when you first noticed it, you figured it was because of stress so you went around to his house one evening to surprise him. You were shocked, however, when Mike answered the door, a woman sticking her head over his shoulder as the door opened.

“Mike… who is this?” The girl asks, glancing from him to you when no one speaks.

“Just someone from work.” Mike says dismissively, making your jaw clench at how he discarded you so quickly.

“I wanted to see how you were doing after training, but I can see I’ve interrupted something. I’ll leave you two in peace.” You force out, fighting back your hurt tone and struggling to keep a neutral expression on your face as you take in their flushed faces and slightly swollen lips. You nod stoically with a small smile and bid the two goodbye before turning and walking away. Only when your back was turned, and you heard the door slam behind you did you allow your tears to fall. Your vision was blurred as your feet took you to the one place you knew you could be comforted.

“y/n?” Rooster is shocked when he opens his door to see you sobbing on his doorstep.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” You whisper through your tears, your arms wrapped around your middle as you look up at Rooster.

“No, you’re okay. Come in.” Rooster says quickly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside and leading you to his sofa where he wraps you in a hug and allows you to sob into his chest. Rooster held you securely and felt his heart breaking further and further with each sob that fell from your lips.

“I got you, y/n/n. It’s okay.” Rooster whispered as he ran a hand up and down your back, continuing to whisper reassurance until you begin to calm down, pulling away when you’ve regained your breath and your tears have stopped.

“I’m so sorry Rooster. I promise I wasn’t planning on showing up sobbing.” You say, your voice hoarse as you clear your throat and wipe at your eyes, embarrassed at the state Rooster saw you in.

“Hey, I said it was okay. I don’t care. You’re upset I’d be a shitty guy to just slam the door in your face. My mum raised me better than that.” Rooster says with a cheeky smile as you let out a soft laugh.

“I went to Mike’s house. We hadn’t seen each other outside of training for a while so I figured I’d go to his place. When he opened the door, he was there with another woman. I don’t know why I wasn’t good enough for him. Did I do something wrong?” You explain after you fall into silence. You felt like you owed Rooster an explanation as to why you showed up sobbing at his house. A fresh wave of tears emerging at your explanation and Rooster pulls you back into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“That dickhead. You listen to me, and you listen to me carefully. He’s not worth all these tears, okay? You did nothing wrong. He’s the one who fucked up. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You deserve better than him. There’s someone out there who’s perfect for you and when you find them this asshole will be a distant memory who won’t be worth thinking about.” Rooster says softly yet firmly, his chin gently digging into the top of your head with each word spoken. You don’t reply, just sniffling slightly and curling further into his side. Accepting your silence as an answer, Rooster reached for the tv remote and put the tv on, putting a random tv show on as background noise. You continued to cling to Rooster, not that he minded, relishing in his warmth and how safe you felt in his arms. Before you knew it, you felt yourself drifting off as exhaustion sets in. Rooster hadn’t noticed that you had fallen asleep until he noticed the time on his watch.

“y/n/n, you want to crash here for the night?” He asks and when he only receives a soft snore in response, he smiles.

“Guess you’re crashing here then.” He whispers, gently scooping you up in his arms and carrying you upstairs. He laid you down in his bed and covers you up with the duvet after taking your shoes off.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.” He mutters before grabbing a blanket and heading back downstairs to sleep on the sofa. He wanted nothing more than to storm over to Checkmate’s house and give him a piece of his mind, but he knew he wasn’t worth his time. Besides, once the rest of the team found out, Checkmate would be running for the hills.

When you woke up the next morning, you were confused when you realised you were in a bed since the last thing you remembered was sobbing in Rooster’s arms as he reassured you that what transpired last night was not your fault. As you sat up the smell of pancakes hit your nostrils and you couldn’t stop yourself from climbing out of bed and heading downstairs where you’re greeted by Rooster humming lightly to himself as he cooks breakfast.

“You know you could’ve just woken me up and sent me home?” You say teasingly, laughing as Rooster jumps and turns to face you.

“Like I said last night, my mum raised me better than that.” He replies with a shrug, plating up the pancakes and placing the two plates down on the table with cutlery as he gestures for you to sit down. You sit down opposite him and start to dig into your pancakes.

“Thanks for breakfast. And thanks for being there for me last night.” You say quietly after a mouthful of pancakes.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” Rooster assures softly, a smile gracing both of your faces as the affirmation.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” You whisper after a brief silence falls over the two of you. Rooster lifts his gaze from his plate over to you and his expression softens.

“Of course I did. Checkmate is an asshole, and you deserve so much better than him. I never liked him, even before you started dating.” Rooster says, looking down at the table at the admission that he never liked Checkmate.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You were the first person I told when he first asked me to be his girlfriend.” You question, head tilting innocently as you ask him. When Rooster stays quiet, you start to put things together in your head.

“You wanted to…” You mutter, watching as he lifts his gaze to meet yours, nodding hesitantly.

“I wanted nothing more than to tell you to say no. But you seemed happy, I couldn’t do that to you.” He admits, watching as you process the information.

“I wish you had told me to say no.” You say quietly, regretting the words the second they slipped past your lips, fearful of what Rooster’s reaction could be.

“You… what?” He whispers, his heart pounding loudly at what you said.

“I wish you had told me to say no to Mike. I would’ve if you had asked me to.” You repeat, watching as Rooster stands up, picking his chair up and moving it to sit alongside you, your knee brushing up against his as your heart pounds at the contact.

“I wish I did too. This way you wouldn’t have gone through all that.” He says, finding the courage to reach across and take your hand in his.

“I knew me, and Mike wasn’t going to last if I’m being honest. I just…” You start, struggling to find the words.

“You just…?” He prompts gently, his gentle brown eyes searching yours.

“I just thought I never had a chance with you, so I went on dates to find someone. Mike was the only guy who looked my way but when I told you he asked me out I was hoping you’d tell me I’d be stupid to say yes.” You say, dropping your head and staring at your intertwined hands instead of looking up at Rooster as you worry about what he could say. You were mentally preparing to get up and leave Rooster’s house when his grip on your hand tightened as he pulled your hand closer to him.

“God, I’m so stupid.” You hear him mutter, making you look at him with a confused expression.

“Bradley, if anyone’s stupid in this whole scenario, it’s me.” You say.

“No. I’m the stupid one. I came to your house the day you told me Checkmate asked you to be his girlfriend because I was going to tell you how I was hopelessly head over heels for you and when I had the chance to tell you how I felt I backed off. I’m the biggest idiot.” Rooster scoffs lightly as he admits what he’s been holding in for a month and a half. Your expression softens at his words, and you lift your free hand and cup his cheek gently, smiling as he ever so slightly leans into the touch.

“I wouldn’t say you’re the biggest idiot. You’re at the very least half an idiot.” You say, both of you letting a soft laugh escape your lips.

“Does that make you the other half an idiot? I need another half to be a whole idiot.” Rooster replies, pressing a quick kiss to your palm.

“Yeah, I’m definitely the other half an idiot.” You confirm, shaking your head with a laugh as you move away slightly, slipping your hand out of his and moving your hand from his cheek.

“Let me take you on a date. Let me show you I can be ten times the boyfriend Checkmate was.” Rooster says as you take your hand off his cheek, much to his disappointment. He relished the warm sensation your hand left on his cheek. You already knew Rooster would be a thousand times the boyfriend Mike was. Just being your friend he was the best person you had in your life so having him as a boyfriend would be even better.

“I guess I could give you a shot…” You muse jokingly as Rooster shoots to his feet, pulling you up with him and pulling you into his arms with a large grin. You laugh at his excitement as he buries his face in your shoulder. You remain in the embrace, almost melting at how tightly he held you. Being in Rooster’s arms felt like coming home after a long day. Rooster made you feel safe.

“I’ll treat you better than Checkmate ever could.” He says, his voice muffled by your shirt as he speaks.

You didn’t doubt his words for a second.

[ladychota]

Come Home (part 2)

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Warnings - Angst, Y/n going missing/running away, crying, violence, minor injuries (let me know if there's anything you want added)

Summary - Y/n left Loki to keep him safe and prevent him from getting hurt, but her actions had the opposite effect

Word Count - 1k

Come Home - Part 1

A/N - Hello :D I'm sorry for my recent inactivity! Life has just got in the way and I've had literally no free time. I've done a part 2 for this because I just really wanted to do a happy ending lol. I'm hoping it's alright - I'm not sure if I like it but I think it's a good thing for me to get back into writing. Anyway, I'm hoping to be posting more frequently now! Thank you for reading :)

Masterlist

Loki stares at the letter in his shaking hands, the ink slightly smudged in places from his tears - and what looks to be dried tears from someone else. You.

It makes sense now; why you disappeared, why you cut all contact with him. And yet, simultaneously, it makes no sense at all.

There are too many blank spaces in the story, each word sounding too devoid of emotion in his head. Whether that's because of his feelings intertwining with the message or because you're not yourself, he's unsure.

He wants to scream; let every emotion out. But his body won't let him. It feels as if he's caged; trapped behind bars of broken love.

It's then that Loki finally snaps, anger and determination flooding his veins. He's been looking for you for months, but now he's going to find you. He couldn't care less about being 'safe'; he just wishes to be with you. Hel, he would happily walk through the middle of a battlefield if it meant you'd be on the other side. Arrows would pierce through his skin, blades would slice open wounds, blood would run down his body in waterfalls; but he'd get to you. 

All he wants is you. The one person who lifted him out of the dark and showed him the light.

Now it seems he must return the favour.

He runs from the house, your slightly crumpled letter shoved in his pocket. His emotions cause his magic to be stronger than ever - it's easy to cast out an unnoticeable green wave to search for his love.

And it seems to work.

Before, he'd been so out of it he could hardly use his magic to keep the dust away from the surfaces. But just seeing a glimpse of you has made him so frustrated, yet so hopelessly love sick.

He pushes past people, his eyes on a little green shape in the distance. It glows slightly, drawing his attention to his one speckle of hope.

His pace quickens, rushing until the green blur becomes a faint outline, the outline becoming a clear, moving shape. Shouts, scuffles, yelps of pain and the sound of bodies hitting something solid fills the air. Loki's heart fills with dread as he rounds the corner and looks into a wide alleyway.

~★~

They've found you.

You stayed in one place for too long and now your paying for it. It's a four against one fight; one lies in semiconsciousness on the floor, one is attempting to regain their senses after a nasty blow to the head and the other two are pinning you against the wall, a knife against your neck as a metallic tang spreads through your mouth.

They decide to slam you against the wall once more for good measure, causing your head to loll as a wave of dizziness momentarily hits your senses. You feel something warm trickle from your mouth.

"You've been running for too long, Y/n," One of them spits, glaring you down with narrowed eyes. "But we've got you now. Boss'll be happy."

"Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure I won't run again?" You're pushing the limits, grappling for more time as your mind works overtime to find an escape route. You find nothing.

The men laugh. "With what the boss has planned for you, I don't think you'd stand a chance at running away again," A single note of fear strikes your heart. "Now, let's get this over with, shall we?"

A malicious grin seeps onto his face as he raises a large fist, intending to bring it down onto your head to knock you out. You brace yourself for the blow, sucking in a breath and watching as...

He's knocked to the floor. Green sparks of magic fly around the alleyway, your heart somehow simultaneously sinking and swelling at the same time. You'd know that colour anywhere. The men end up bound outside the alleyway, your knight in shining armour stood nearby, black locks flowing gently in the breeze.

You take a moment to catch your breath, processing what just happened as crimson droplets splatter onto the floor.

"What are you doing here?" You say, fear etching into your tone. "You can't be here! How did you even find me?"

"Y/n-" Your name slips from his tongue like honey, tempting you closer - somehow, you resist.

"No, no, no. Get away from here! You still have a chance to escape before they-"

"Y/n, stop," Loki interrupts, his voice harsh yet somewhat broken. You stop, eyes beginning to burn with tears as he timidly approaches you. "I don't care," He laughs as a single droplet slips down his cheek. "I don't care about being safe. I really don't."

He takes a few more steps until he's a mere breath away, his eyes scanning your face. In the dim lighting of the bedroom, he wouldn't of seen the slowly fading bruises, the new scars from healed cuts; but now he takes note of every single one, including the new gashes.

"I just want to be with you," He murmurs. "I just want to be with you..."

You feel your lip quivering. Loki's hand moves slowly to cup your face, his thumb rubbing gently over a yellowing bruise. You allow it, relaxing into his touch and feeling a weight lift from your shoulders.

Loki leans down and presses his forehead gently to yours, being careful not to hurt your injuries.

"Let me come with you. Please,"

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as the tears begin to cascade. "But you just got your freedom back... I can't take it away from you. And what if you get hurt? I can't... I-"

Loki hushes you. "I don't feel free without you. And where's the fun if we don't get a little injured?" His lips curve up into a smile; something you've been longing to see since you left. "Let me come with you, my love."

The corners of your mouth quirk up slightly as you shrug, finally giving in to your heart. "Fine. You can come,"

"Thank you," He wipes off the blood that has settled below your mouth and on your chin. Then, releasing a sigh, he wraps you into his arms, squeezing you tightly.

"I'm sorry," You mumble into his chest.

"Don't be. We're together now,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too, my darling."

Tag list - @mischief2sarawr

[chanshoesunite]

Imagine playing the Pepero game with Chan

“You know what we should definitely play tonight? The Pepero game”, Chan announces to the room, his eyes slyly drifting to YN. Everyone groans good-naturedly.

“Oh, come on, boys, we haven’t played it in forever! Are you scared I will beat you all again with my epic skills?”, Chan boasts, pokes Jisung in the chest and takes Changbin in a headlock. “You tell ‘em, love”, YN encourages her boyfriend indulgently. “You are so transparent, hyung”, Jeongin smirks, “we all know you just want to make out with YN!” ”Whaaaat”, Chan’s voice pitches up with incredulity, draping his arms around YN, “I could just do that whenever I want!”

“Yeah, but you are sadist that wants to make us all suffer through your PDA”, Minho deadpans. YN laughs, and Chan darts his looks from Minho to her: “I resent that accusation. Why are you laughing, baby!” “It’s funny cus it’s true”, she says wisely, stroking down Chan’s arms in a calming gesture.

Chan’s face scrunches up adorably. He taps YN on the nose: “No, it must be because Minho is jealous”, he slowly untangles himself from her and takes an innocent step towards his friend, “if you are jealous, you could just ask for your own kisses – but you barely allow me my hugs!”

That last bit he shouts while chasing Minho around the table. “Just let me love you!”, Chan coos. Minho swears, the others laugh and YN grins at these dorks. After two rounds of running, Minho stops and puts his hands out, bracing against the onslaught of brawn and affection.

“Stop! Fine! We shall play the Pepero game! Just get away from me.” Chan immediately stops making grabby hands at Minho. “I knew you’d come around!” “What’s the prize for the winners?”, interjects Felix. “How about the losers have to buy them dinner?”, says Changbin.

“Great plan, Chan and YN always find the best restaurants anyway”, quips Han. “Hey, hey, what? Why should the losers automatically be me and YN?” “Oh yeah, hyung, sure you will focus on winning, suuuure you will!” “You just watch us!” “I’d really rather stare at my washing machine for an hour than watch you two smooch.”

“Alright, alright, focus”, Seungmin says before Chan can start whining more. YN squeezes him tightly and Chan dutifully snaps his mouth shut. “I’m getting the Pepero and I’ll watch the time. You decide on teams.”

Seungmin leaves the room, and the others start playing gawi-bawi-bo to figure out the pairs. Chan stands aside, his hand on YN’s hip, grinning like the cat who got the cream. He gently strokes her as she leans into him. They watch the boys shouting at each other. Then Seungmin brings back a pack of Pepero. Shaking it, he says: “Teams are decided? Ah”, he looks at the pair of Changbin and Hyunjin, “Well, I know who I am putting my money on. OK, get on with it, sit opposite each other.”

YN is sitting in front of Chan, a Pepero between her teeth. Her eyes glitter with amusement as Chan gets ready, holding her lightly by her shoulders. His warm hands feel good on her. The boys around her are shouting rambunctiously, deciding on strategies, but she concentrates on Chan’s mischievous face.

“OK, ready? 3 – 2 – 1 – start!”

More shouting goes up around them, but YN is entirely focused on the gentle way Chan tilts her head to get the best access to her Pepero. He keeps biting off pieces, far too slow to win, but the excitement she senses is worth it. His eyes are half-closed and his enjoyment is crystal-clear. YN is captivated by the sight, content in the grasp he has on her.

When she can tell his lips are nearly touching hers, she flips the Pepero into her mouth and leans into him. Their lips touch in a sweet kiss and she can feel Chan’s chuckle vibrating through his strong chest. He pulls YN closer, one hand splayed along her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. With a soft sigh, she opens her lips, allowing their tongues to dance.

“Oh my god, I told you he would do this! Awful!” “Hyung setting a new record in holding his breath.” “Hajimaaa, you guys!”, Jisung has dropped to the floor, dramatically pounding on the ground.

Ignoring the teasing voices of the boys, Chan lifts YN into his lap, giving her one last, delicious kiss. YN’s hands are on his shoulder and neck, enjoying the solidity of his muscles. Chan squeezes her bum tightly, their upper bodies flush against each other. She tilts her head back, her face an invitation for one last caress that he cannot resist. He leans in again, giving her a few pecks down her throat. Finally, he relents to the screaming around him.

“Did we lose?”, he asks innocently. “Duh, obviously, you fools!” “You don’t even have a Pepero to show for all the time you wasted!”

With a cheeky smile, YN says: “I think I can safely say, no matter what happened, we are the real winners here.”