#wish this kind of interaction between the two had happened a few more times

[ayosdesignz-blog]

I don't think I'll ever get over the absolute sass and snark 2 primarily robotic alien species had against each other in Doctor Who.

You know the scene...season 2 episode 13...

Honestly they should have given us more of that.

Why didn't they give us more of that???

[tieronecrush]

secret santa

dbf!joel miller x f!reader

summary: your parents throw a christmas party every year, and this is your first time in the “adult” secret santa exchange. the last few times home, you’ve found joel, your dad’s friend, staring a bit too long, flicking away when he’s caught. for the game, of course, you get joel’s name. and you’re going to make sure it’s the best gift he’s ever received.

rating: E

wc: 5.6k

warnings: daddy kink, age gap (sorry folks but i did want to try my hand at dbf!joel lol i pictured him around 50, reader around mid-late 20s), alcohol consumption, mentions of food, distant relationship with parents, party, christmas, gift giving, secret santa game, bit of deception on reader's part just to get joel alone, lingerie, body worship, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, restraints (using clothes/undergarments), daddy!joel, soft!dom joel, praise, a few instances of degradation, dirty talk (as always)

a/n: (images in moodboard do not convey what reader looks like, only the vibe! no descriptions of reader) my first dbf!joel…milestone moment lol <3 hope y’all enjoy my take on the dbf trope! and tysm to my babies for beta-ing @northernbluess and @kiwisbell love you both 😚

dividers by @saradika

Twenty years. This same godforsaken party has been happening every December for the last twenty years of your life, full of overserved middle aged parents, and never has it been less enjoyable than since you’ve been an “adult”. An adult still treated as a child, chastised, fawned over, always told to follow the golden rule. No, not treat others as they wish to be treated. Your family’s golden rule was speak only when spoken to.

And your father was the enforcer. Always required you home for the party, even away, out of state for college, away for the semester studying abroad halfway across the world. You were flown home and called upon to do the heavy lifting — groceries, liquor runs, cleaning the house, decorating to make it all feel magically festive.

At times, it felt like Cinderella had nothing on you. At least she had a prince.

The only time that this party has ever been remotely improved was when Joel Miller moved into the neighborhood. He’d snuck in under your radar due to the fact that it happened the few months you were living abroad, but coming back for the party and Christmas break, you were quickly introduced to him by your father. His new “best friend”. One among many. Each serving a unique purpose to get your dad ahead.

Upon meeting Joel, you were drawn to him immediately. Skeptical over the fact he found company with your dad, but much to your surprise, he was different. Maybe lonely and looking for a friend; you’d found he was living alone, his adult daughter, Sarah, in her final years at the University of Chicago — a choice that was hers but Joel admittedly feared, you learned. He only encouraged her, regardless of the fact he was anxious about losing his kiddo.

Not the same sentiments your dad had when dropping you off to school in the farthest, cheapest corner of the country you could find. He was nearly jumping up and kicking his feet together in glee to get you out of the house.

Joel, though, Joel was kind hearted and patient. He was curious and caring, asking you about school, work, your life every time he saw you over the years. Warmth radiated from him despite his more shy demeanor. Comfortable. You felt so comfortable with him.

Which is what made the smallest of lingering glances or the slightest of smiles turned smirks that much more exhilarating.

Maybe you were being naive or projecting your burning desire for him onto every interaction, but as you stitched yourself tighter into Joel’s life over the years, you haven’t been able to help but notice him checking you out at times or slipping a subtle flirty comment into conversations between the two of you. You would give it right back, and that would usually pump the breaks, bringing things back to surface level.

There was one time this past summer, after a neighborhood barbecue that your parents left early from, that you and Joel really had a moment. It was loud, music drowning out the back and forth you were having to the point where you couldn’t quite make out every word, and Joel must have felt the same because he made sure you heard his next words clearly — “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”

Agreeing immediately, he pressed his large hand into the midpoint of your back, guiding you out of the confines of the party and to the open air of the street. He led you to his place and around back, pulling two lounge chairs next to his pool closer to each other.

That night, thanks to the alcohol buzzing in your system, you confessed more about your home life and your feelings around it. Joel was surprised, given the picture-perfect image your father paints for everyone, but he was comforting as always. Even as far as offering you his spare room if you ever needed a break.

That’s when you knew you were done for. Never in your life had you wanted to just kiss someone that badly. Let alone all of the thoughts that came along with it.

Harboring this crush for your dad’s friend, fifty plus and a father himself, you attempted to keep things growing closer when you came back. Friendly, polite, reciprocating any amount of flirty banter he threw your way. Even initiating it yourself.

You were so incredibly into Joel Miller. And returning home this time, you decided it was high time you acted on those feelings.

The noise of the bustling party dies down enough for your dad to introduce the game, as if the attendees haven’t been participating for nearly as long as you’ve been alive. But your dad loves the attention on him, cracking jokes that make you roll your eyes while everyone else gives him a laugh. Always so focused on himself. How everyone else sees him. Image obsessed enough to forget to assign anyone as a Secret Santa to his own daughter but not forgetting to give her someone to gift to.

Granted, you weren’t that upset about who you’d drawn.

Watching from afar, you see Joel survey the empty space under the tree, only the deep cherry red skirt laid out on the hardwood. Nothing for him. Everyone opens their presents, laughter and excitement bubbling across the room as the point of the game begins. Partygoers start to guess their gifters, hoping to nail down their Secret Santa in one go. Conversations are struck up as people meet their pair, ‘thank you’s exchanged along with the gifts. Joel observes from his spot with a few of your neighbors, also friends with your dad, and the sight of him shifting his weight on his feet is enough to draw up the courage to approach him.

Crossing the room, flashes of him checking you out, lingering in conversations with you about work and your new apartment in the city, seeking you out each time you visit home flood your mind, reassuring your choices the closer you get to him. The closer you get to completely jumping into the deep end, the last few steps teetering you at the edge.

Slowing to a stop next to him, a finger of yours gingerly taps his strong shoulder a few times, pulling his attention away completely. Joel turns his body to face you, away from others to solely focus on you in front of him. The subtle sign of his attraction to you has your nerves tingling, clearing your throat when he speaks up in greeting.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Y’alright?” he asks, eyebrow raised. Always so goddamn sweet.

You sigh, a tinge dramatic but attempting to sell the dismay and toying with the flute glass in your hand. “Lame surprise, but I’m your Secret Santa and I stupidly left your gift upstairs. It’s a bit obnoxious to bring down so d’you mind coming up to open it and you can grab it at the end of the night?”

Joel agrees with a jolt of nervous excitement down his spine. Shuddering out the feeling subtly, he clears his throat and nods, awaiting your lead. He thinks he catches the slightest drag of your eyes up and down his body, lingering at the expanse of his shoulders and the sliver of his chest that is exposed from the two undone buttons of his red flannel.

When no one’s paying attention, you bring Joel upstairs into your old room that you’re staying in while you’re back in town for the holidays. He stands around a bit awkwardly, sticking out like a sore thumb with his broad shoulders stretching his red flannel, thick thighs straining deliciously against the perfectly worn material of his Levi’s. Stark against the frilly softness of your room, with its bright white furnishings, and feminine touches. He’s all man. Nothing like the guys your age who think they’re like him.

Joel glances about the room before he asks, “So, what was so difficult to get under the tree, sweetheart? You didn’t have to get me anything so major.”

“I wanted to. I mean, noticed you eyeing what I got you for a while so figured the least I could do was give it to you…” Joel’s face twists up in confusion, perplexed by the riddled clue before you’re standing in front of him, reaching to the side of your plaid skirt and dragging down the zipper. Joel stutters out nonsense at your actions, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Doll, I think—you don’t—” His mumblings die in his throat when you drop the material to your ankles, revealing red satin panties. When you turn around, a bow sits at the top of your ass, tying up the material to stay on your hips while elasticated bands run along the outline of your cheeks to connect to the crotch. Very little of your bum is covered, showing off the supple flesh to Joel. He’s rendered speechless, averting his gaze after a second too long of staring, the mumblings starting up again.

“S’not a good idea, shouldn’t be up here right now…” Joel looks around, looking over his shoulder toward the door. One of your hands reaches up to gingerly cup his chin, turning his flushed face to yours again. His pupils are blown wide, eyes darkened with desire. Your own gaze flicks down between the two of you, smirking at the bulge growing at the crotch of his jeans. So desperately trying to fight against what he really wants. Even when you’re serving it up in a pretty little package.

He makes no movement toward the door, which you take as a sign of letting go of at least some of his apprehension. Fingers grip the hem of your sweater, pulling it up and over your head, discarding it on your carpet along with your skirt.

Matching red satin material, the bra you’re wearing has a similar structure to your panties. Held up with straps and the usual clasps at the back, the front is a large gift bow, pulled tight when you tied it earlier this evening to push up the flesh of your breasts. One tug at the tail end of both the ribbons, the one at your chest and at your ass, would fully expose you to Joel. Something you’re desperate to propose to him.

“Aren’t you gonna unwrap your present, Joel?” Picking up each of his hands in yours, you guide one to your lower back and one to your chest, coaxing his fingers to wrap around the ends of the bows. “Or do you not like your gift? I thought you wanted this…”

“No, no, no. I like it. I really fucking like it, sweetheart, I just…Everybody’s downstairs and—”

“I can be quiet. I’m a good girl, Joel.”

That flips a switch in him, hearing those words from you. His eyes darken further, pink tongue poking out to wet his lips. A burning stare combs over you, head to toe, alighting flames in your gut that lick against your insides. Heat crawls across the back of your neck, pooling in your collarbone, and craving oozes between your ribs and between each of your vertebrae. Joel’s right hand lifts from his side, skating up the length of your left arm and leaving goosebumps rising in its wake. Fingertips ghost over the strap of your bra, down to the center of your collarbone, and sitting there. That lasts only a second before his long, thick fingers wrap around the base of your throat, raising his loose grip to settle underneath your jaw.

The silence is heavy, airy breaths the only sounds passed between the two of you. His hand at your neck coaxes your head to tip back, staring up at him looking down at you. A flicker to your lips. A low, curious hum. Arousal pools in between your thighs as you wait with bated breath for something, anything to happen.

“You’re dangerous, doll.” His whisper is coated in lust, his gaze greedy as it drinks you in once again.

“I’m a gift,” you correct sweetly, feigning innocence as a smirk grows on your face at his dark chuckle.

“A gift that keeps on giving?” he questions. His hand twists to allow his thumb to find your bottom lip, dragging across its glossy, cherry surface.

“I guess you’ll have to find out…” Your mouth stays open after speaking, tongue slipping out to lick the tip of Joel’s thumb. He presses his finger further, pushing between your lips as you welcome it, sucking gently. Joel sighs, shoulders relaxing while his eyes flash with need.

“Christ…” he hisses under his breath, shaking his head subtly before clearing his throat. Speaking sternly, unwavering, he says, “Can I unwrap my present, babydoll?”

His thumb leaves your mouth with a quiet pop, hand finding its place again at the slack of the bow at your chest, other arm wrapping around to find the bow at your ass. A gentle tug moves the satiny smooth material a few centimeters, not enough to pull it fully undone.

“All yours, Joel. Picked out ‘specially for you.” Joel smirks at your candied reply, eager to give him exactly what he’s been wishing for. What you’ve caught him staring at the last few times you’ve come back home. What you have been wanting for just as long, if not longer.

“Such a sweet girl. Beautiful girl.”

The words send a tingle down your spine, stoking the flames inside of you. Your eyes stay trained on Joel’s face while his fingers draw the bow at your chest undone, the lengths of material hanging at your sides and exposing your breasts. He licks his lips at the sight of your pebbled nipples, rolling out a stifled groan from his chest.

“Fuck, baby…S’pretty.”

Joel’s hands fan across your lower back, holding your hips against his, pressing his bulge into your covered mound. His broad frame folds forward, draping you backwards in his arms as his mouth attaches to your chest. Humid, open-mouthed kisses are littered across your skin, nips taken at the tender flesh of your breasts. Closing his lips around one of your nipples, he sucks strongly, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“Thought you could be quiet, doll?” he rasps, raising an eyebrow as he looks up at you from your sternum.

Nodding furiously, you pout your lower lip out, whispering back, “I can be, I will be. I promise.”

“You promise? Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby.” Joel stands up straight, pulling you with him to press against his torso. Catching your lips in a deep kiss, Joel breathes a sigh into your mouth, melting his tongue against yours and drinking in the taste of you.

Dripping with saccharine sugar. Coated with syrupy goodness, plump and succulent like a maraschino cherry. A toothache, or maybe even a heartache waiting to happen.

He’s fucking screwed, but damn if it doesn’t feel good as he nails himself to his own persecution from whoever may find out about this.

Handfuls of your undulating curves fill his palms as he kisses you, groaning into your mouth as he grabs at the swell of your ass. Silky satin brushes against his hand, reminding him of the other part of his present to unwrap. Pulling away from your mouth with one last lick of your candied taste, he has the mind to imagine what the rest of your flavors all across your body might be.

Joel turns you in his arms, back flush to his chest as he grinds his bulge against the lustrous fabric, smirking to himself as you whimper quietly, so hushed he can barely hear it over his heartbeat thudding in his ears. Lips coast over the shell of your ear, nibbling your lobe before pressing a kiss right below.

“Can I undo your other pretty bow, babygirl? Unwrap the rest of my present?” Joel nips again when you breathe out consent. He walks you closer to the bed, hitting your knees against the frame before he takes one step back, touch still lingering on your skin. From behind you, he sighs appreciatively as he drinks in your form, licking his lips as his eyes devour you.

Pinching the ribbon between his thick fingers, he flicks it against your skin, satisfied with the way you react with goosebumps raised. One gentle tug unravels it all, exposing your cheeks to him fully and with the drop of the material from between his fingertips, your panties fall to the floor. One hand wrapping around your thigh, Joel coaxes you to step out to the side with it, kicking the fabric from your ankle.

He kneels behind you, pressing his lips against the swell of your ass. Flooded with the scent of your skin, vanilla and cinnamon, the smell of Christmas. Nose smashed into the supple flesh, teeth sinking into the curve, a gentle bite stealing another taste of you. A curse is mumbled against you, a sweet kiss pressed on the tiny birthmark on your ass, tongue tracing into the fading bite mark.

“Joel…” you whine above him, hand reaching back and nimble fingers tangling into his messy, gray curls.

“I know, doll. Got lost there for a second. You’re so perfect…”

He sighs again, standing up with a quiet crack in his joints. A blatant reminder of the difference between you two. Young versus old. Sprightly versus verging on doddering. Even if he is eager, there’s no denying the difference.

There’s no doubt in your mind that Joel’s about to be more of a gift to you than you are to him. The way he’s touching you, delicate worship before he’s even gotten to what he truly wants, taking his time despite the pressure of the party downstairs. Serves as a reassurance that he wants this as much as you do, wants to take his sweet time if this is going to be his only chance.

You pray to god it isn’t. Even before you’ve even laid eyes on his cock, you just know. He’s going to fuck you senseless. Ruin every other man for you.

In a blur, he guides you to fall forward onto the mattress, hooking fingers to remove your panties from your other ankle while you scoot toward the center. He finds solace between your legs, propping your hips up into a kneeling position to give him easier leverage. 

“Think this might be my favorite present I’ve been given, doll. So fucking gorgeous. Looking delectable…Can I have a taste, darling? You as sweet as you seem?”

Your head is turned sideways, laying against the plush comforter, opening your mouth to whisper to him in the same moment he swipes his tongue through your folds, groaning into your inner thigh before he dives back in, working to devour you like a man starved, quenching his thirst on your arousal. Flicking his tongue against your pearl, coated in your translucence, suckling at it with pure need. Turning to press the front of your face into your bedding, it muffles your moans and whines, raising in pitch as he fucks your tight cunt with his strong tongue, lapping at you with the same fervor he’d lick the color from a candy cane.

“Fuck, Joel, fuck fuck fuck!” you shout in a scouring voice, scratching your vocal chords together with a strain. Curling your fingers into the softened, washed fabric, you gasp when one of his solid fingers slips into your walls. He groans, holding back his louder reaction to your gripping walls, hypnotized by the way you even stretch around his fingers when he adds another.

Head against your thigh, he studies the way you take his middle and ring fingers, the velvety slick of your pussy, and the spongy spot he finds, curling his digits to press into it and watch you squirm helplessly from the sensitive pleasure.

“Talkin’ all well mannered and pretty. So quiet and polite all the time. With your ‘yes’sir’s and ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s. You think about saying those to me while you’re under me like this?”

“Yes, yes’sir. All the fucking time. Every time I—I looked at you, felt myself…felt myself gettin’ so fucking wet. Was always dripping around you, waiting for something to happen. For you to take me so I can be a good girl for you, sir,” you confess, obedience and need sitting every word so prettily into his ears. “M’so—Fuck m’gonna come, Joel.”

He nods slowly, taking last looks at your cunt before he moves his fingers in and out quicker, dipping his chin down for his mouth to find your clit against, lapping at your dripping wetness and sucking hard. At the next press of his fingers against that spot inside of you, your vision grows blurred, white haze painting everything with a dreamlike filter. You bite into the linen fabric of your comforter, gagging yourself to keep quiet as you come, digging the balls of your feet to the mattress to push yourself away from Joel who continues to work you through it. He grabs at you, tugging you back to get his fill until you sob, overstimulation drawing tears up to the corners of your eyes.

“All kept and composed and ladylike. Been taught to behave, haven’t you? Bet you fucking love to be such a little slut. Anybody ever let you? Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, babydoll?” Joel’s voice sounds distanced at first, senses falling back into place in your body as you come down completely. His work-worn hands coast over your body, roughening against your soft skin like sandpaper moving with the grain. Little resistance but catching in places it favors.

“Just—Just for you, Daddy.” It slips out smoothly from your mouth, the weight of the title heavy against your tongue in the same way you imagine his cock would feel. Filling. Satisfying.

Joel rises slowly from where he’s bent behind you, letting one leg fall behind him as he stands, the other propped on the bed. His eyes narrow in on yours, lips parted and tongue darting out as he replays what you said.

Daddy.

First, you’re already on his mind and years younger, yet he couldn’t stop picturing you in this exact position. Next, you’re the one to make the first move, dragging him away from this Christmas party and presenting him with a Secret Santa gift that feels way out of the budget. You’re priceless. And now, you’re laid out for him, already nearly at the level of fucked out from him only using his mouth and fingers, and you’re fucking calling him Daddy.

Best Christmas of his goddamn life.

“Now, darlin’, were you saving that to be the cherry on top of the cake? ‘Cause that’s just about the sweetest thing. My pretty lil’ babydoll saying she’s Daddy’s dirty girl,” he scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head while his fingers work his button open on his jeans, dragging the zipper down against his throbbing bulge. “Gonna have to be quiet, yeah? Gotta keep your sweet mouth closed while Daddy fucks you, doll.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise. Please, Daddy.” Your pleas widen Joel’s smirk, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips once again. He pushes his denim down with his cotton boxers in their wake, sighing softly when his hard cock is fully freed. His tip is aching and red, leaking precum and leaving a wet spot on his underwear. With one hand, he starts to slowly stroke himself, holding in a moan enough that it leaves his lips as a soft exhale.

“Good girl…” he mumbles, studying your form. “Move back toward me, babygirl. Hands behind your back.”

Complying with his direction, you inch back until Joel places a hand on your lower back. At that, you lay forward again, the side of your face pressing against the duvet as Joel steps back from the bed and searches the floor. A dribble of drool drips from the corner of your lips as you watch him, one large hand around his cock, spreading his precum along his length. Part of you has the mind to beg for him in your mouth, to completely disregard the need pulsating your cunt at the moment, and to feel his warm spend coating your throat as he finishes fucking it.

But you’re fucking selfish. This is also a gift for you, so win-win.

Pressing your wrists together at your lower back, you observe as Joel locates what he is looking for, standing up with a devilish smirk. Your panties.

He towers over you again when he steps back to you, one hand coasting over the curve of your ass, a gentle smack delivered that makes a quiet yelp escape from your lips. The same hand skims back up your skin, easily grabbing both of your wrists in his long fingers and holding them closer while he slips the silky material behind. In a quick motion, he has your arms tied together with a bow, a content smile on his face as he makes eye contact with you.

“Wrapped all up again, babydoll. Such a pretty gift for me.”

“Well you’ve got a pretty package, Daddy,” you reply with a mischievous giggle, earning a breathy chuckle from Joel behind you. He grips the knot of your makeshift restraint, tugging taut to arch your back and pull your hips closer. His other hand wraps around the base of himself, dragging the head of him through your drenched folds, circling your clit, and chuckling again at the jump of your thighs.

“Please, Daddy, I need—” you start pleading, muffled into linen before you’re cut off by the stretch of Joel’s cock filling your tight hole, a gasp escaping your lungs with a punch. Your mouth is stuffed with the duvet from your bite down, nursing your tongue against the material as he slowly presses into you, inch by inch. There’s an ever-so-slight pain candy-coating the pleasure, melting away to get to the gooey, oozing center that spreads over your entire body.

Pausing when he reaches the hilt of himself, Joel sighs, rolling his head back as he internally thanks whatever Christmas magic must be out there for this moment.

“So fucking tight, baby.” 

Your dampened whine shoots a wave of intense need throughout him, growling low as he holds your restraint tighter, dragging his hips back before he starts a punishing pace. Control escapes him, desire taking over his actions as he starts to properly fuck you. His cock teaching you how to take every single inch of it.

Messes of his name and your moans are stifled and stuttered into the comforter gagging you, chest hovering over the mattress as Joel holds tight to the knot in your panties.

“Can’t hold back any longer, baby, jus’—fuck—jus’ gonna take Daddy’s cock like a good girl, aren’t ya?” The only precision remains in the soft cracks of skin on skin, not loud enough to draw any attention from the party downstairs. Poppy carols play faintly in the background, the only other soundtrack being the vulgar mumbles slipping from Joel’s lips.

Drawing you closer and closer, the edge is tasted on your tongue, so close but barely in reach as the man behind you rocks his hips, the tip of his hard cock brushing that same spongy spot inside of you that he managed to reach with his fingers, bruising into your cervix with each snap.

At the next drag-out, Joel pulls away from you completely. When you whine with protest, he’s tugging you to stand up on your knees, whispering in your ear amid his quick movements, “Need to see your face when I make you come all over my cock…”

Before you can be left with any thoughts to a response, he’s flipping you onto your back, hands tied still, and tugging you near again. He steals a pillow from the top of your bed, shoving it under your hips to lift your pelvis, gifting himself the perfect angle to thrust into you again from the height he stands at.

The new angle punches out moans from your chest, Joel’s name littering the empty room as you try so hard to remain quiet.

“Shh, I know, doll, I know. Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Y’love bein’ Daddy’s little slut.” Nodding furiously, another louder moan leaves your mouth, brows knit together with worry as you hurtle closer and closer to the edge.

A large palm moves to cover your mouth, shaking his head slowly to remind you of your promise to be his good girl, his quiet girl. 

“Pleasepleaseplease, Daddy…” He feels the vibrations of your voice against his hand, the words muddled into slight nonsense from pleasure clouding your brain. Joel holds onto one of your legs, pulling it up to hook onto his shoulder and press forward to get deeper inside of you. The switch has you screaming into his palm, eyes squeezing shut as you squirm under him.

“Eyes on me, babygirl. Keep your eyes on Daddy.”

Joel’s hips pound into you, chasing his own climax. Your eyes snap open at his instruction, mouthing at his hand and moaning loudly behind it, nodding your head furiously. Your tight walls squeeze around his hard cock, his grunts held back to keep quiet despite the noise of the party downstairs growing in volume.

“Come on, doll. Come on my cock…Fuck, you gonna let Daddy fill up your pretty little cunt?” The quick, speechless nods answers his question, both of you toeing the edge.

There’s a moment when both of you seize up, muscles tense and eyes burning into each other’s. It only lasts a split second before it explodes with a pop, at the same second a champagne bottle pops downstairs. Joel breathes out your name, over and over, mingling with your whimpers of his name and Daddy switching back and forth in your mind. Interchangeable to you.

Pleasure fizzes over your bodies like bubbles in the flutes being filled, the bubbling aerations trickling up up up to your head, making you feel lighter than air as pure bliss overwhelms you. Tingles aftershock across your nerves, a shiver sent down your spine as Joel pulls out.

Quietly, he groans as he watches his excess spend drip out of you, mixing with your come and glistening against your folds. One thick finger swipes at the spot, pushing the swirl of you back inside of your walls.

A soft whimper slips from your lips and Joel’s eyes meet yours in a flash, a gentle smile stretching across your face. He coaxes you to sit up and unties your hands behind your back, slowly massaging your wrists with his thumbs and kissing where the skin rubbed against the fabric. The tender touches accompany the soothing, comfortable silence.

Redressing you, Joel attempts to tie the bows of your bra and panties, huffing softly in frustration. You giggle when he’s working on your bra, taking his chin gingerly between your fingers and turning his head to look at you. Leaning in, his lips catch yours in a sweet, sugary gumdrop kiss. 

It’s another moment before both of you are fully dressed again. You study yourself in the mirror above your dresser, smoothing your hair down. Joel steps up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder through the knit sweater. He turns you around to face him again, grinning shyly as his eyes comb over your face.

The two of you share another kiss, his calloused hand cradling your cheek when he pulls away.

“You gonna be under my tree again on Christmas day, doll?”

“Depends…Were you naughty or nice this year?” you counter, earning a quiet laugh from Joel as he shakes his head.

“Think what just happened has put me on the naughty list for a long time, babygirl. And you, too.” He shoots you a cheeky wink and you laugh, shaking your head as you lock your fingers together in front of you.

“I did actually get you something though…” you admit shyly, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet.

Joel grins, eyes flicking down to your anxious hands. His thumb brushes against the skin of your cheek, eyes meeting yours again as he replies, “You have another gift for me? Didn’t need to do that, doll.”

“I mean…Kinda needed a backup plan if this whole thing didn’t work out.” A chuckle is shared between both of you before you continue, “Sorry for spoiling the whole guessing game of Secret Santa.”

“Darlin’, you could spoil any games for me if it ends up with this kinda surprise.” Joel smirks before stealing another quick kiss, pulling away when you step back to fish out the small, meticulously wrapped giftbox from the top right drawer of your dresser.

Handing over the square package, Joel’s eyes glitter with boyish excitement. The corner of his mouth pulls up to one side while his thick fingers slip under the creases of the paper to rip the tape, undoing the festive wrapping to reveal the lidded giftbox that he opens quickly. Inside, Joel studies the contents. Small triangles with rounded corners made from thin nylon plastic. A deep emerald green, all sitting like precious gemstones. His initials are branded into one side with gold paint, the flip side emblemed with the silhouette of an owl.

“Sweetheart…Thank you. These are real nice…” he speaks softly while he picks one up between his index and thumb, turning it between the tips of his fingers. “They’re perfect. Gonna be sad if I end up losing one of these like all my other picks.”

You smile sweetly, stepping closer again and resting your hands on his biceps, “Guess you’ll have to take good care of ‘em.”

As he looks at you, he mirrors your smile, sharing one more gentle kiss before whispering against your lips, “Can think of another something I have to take good care of.”

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[radiance1]

The ghost king has not been summoned for millennia. No body but the beings of the Infinite Realms knew the exact reason why, but one day he just stopped answering all at once.

It was a sudden thing, a sudden thing that interrupted the plans of many cults who wished for the end of the world.

On that note, it was a recent thing, but the summoning worked, and no one knew why the ghost king left. The Justice League were quick to a stop to that information from being spread to the best of their ability.

But it was too late.

So instead, they stopped any summoning they could. But the JL, while large, is not omnipresent, a summoning happened in Gotham and, while most heroes aren't allowed in.

This was the exception, they needed fire power in case the Ghost King decided to burn the world down, instead of leaving like he did before.

They expected a few things.

Meeting Robin's younger half-brother and his father were not one of them.

Pariah Dark, the Ghost King that was said to have ruled the Infinite Realms with an iron fist and was a known tyrant, was the adopted father to Danny, Robin's younger brother that he hasn't contacted in a long time.

Robin, of course, had questions about this. Where were the two scientists that Danny was supposed to be keeping an eye on because of their meddling with ectoplasm (ectoplasm and Lazarus Water aren't the same thing here)? Why has he been adopted by a ghost powerful enough to be called upon to burn the world? Is Danny now Pariah Dark's heir?

The answers?

The scientists along with their daughter- Danny's sister, died (Nasty Burger explosion, didn't leave behind ghosts). He was adopted because he interested and impressed Pariah Dark enough that he claimed him to be his child, and yes, Danny can be called Pariah Dark's heir and the prince to the Infinite Realms.

Though he will never be king.

Robin is.... pleased, to say the least by the latter information. Though he won't show it, he's glad that his younger brother won't be killed off because now he has importance in the eyes of the League, though the scientists dying (as well as his sister and friends) wasn't something he found himself too pleased with.

He also was not pleased with the state his brother was in. Far too dark circles under his eyes, barely able to stand on his feet when he wasn't levitating, constantly rubbing his eyes. Robin didn't even ask as he grabbed his brother's arm and it felt... hm.

Yes, he didn't like the state his brother was in.

So he said so. More like he insulted his brother for letting himself, the younger of the demon twins and what would've been the heir had Damian not beaten him (again, Danny never held back and Damian was just better), fall to such a state.

Meanwhile, the heroes are both confused, concerned and still tense at this situation because of the Ghost King standing silently in the circle at the opposite end of the room. Watching them, assessing them, before intently watching the interaction between his son and Robin.

Meanwhile, Pariah is thinking is he should yoink this one too. He was not aware that his son had any other relatives of any kind, much less a half-brother, and he could tell that the boy was a fine warrior.

Both by human standards, and his own.

The way he carried himself, his expression, the look in his eyes, the weapons he could tell that were hidden around the boy's body and his armor- while unique, he could find himself being amused that this own at least had proper armor rather than some contraption of metal that-while very powerful, seemed more of a hindrance than a help in a drawn-out battle.

Well, Pariah Dark found himself wanting and, by the looks of things. His child seems very comfortable around his brother, so would he be opposed to having said comfort around all the time?

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

The Breaking Point

This is the second part of The F1 Princess

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: non

Summary: He bond between you and Toto Wolff deepens amidst playful teasing and growing rumors. An emotional outburst at a team dinner reveals your frustration.

One Shot Masterlist

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The summer break had arrived, and the F1 world was on pause. You decided to visit your hometown for a few weeks, catching up with old friends and spending time with your family. During this time, you found yourself thinking about Toto more than usual. The bond you shared was undeniable, and the drivers' teasing had started to make you question your feelings.

One evening, you and Alex sat in your childhood backyard, enjoying the warm night air. Alex had noticed your preoccupation and decided to bring it up.

"You know, (Y/N)," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I've been thinking about you and Toto."

You looked at him, curious. "Oh? What about us?"

Alex smiled gently. "It's clear to everyone that he cares about you a lot. More than just as a friend."

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. "I know, Alex. But what if things don't work out? What if we ruin our friendship?"

Alex leaned forward, his expression serious. "Toto is a good man, (Y/N). He's kind, supportive, and he makes you happy. I think you should give it a chance. Besides, you won't know unless you try."

You pondered his words, feeling a mix of fear and hope. "What if I'm not ready? What if I'm scared to commit?"

Alex reached out, taking your hand. "It's okay to be scared. But don't let that fear stop you from experiencing something beautiful. Just think about it."

The F1 season resumed, and you found yourself back in the paddock. As usual, you were with the Mercedes team, but there was a noticeable tension in the air. You caught Toto's eye several times throughout the weekend, each time feeling a flutter in your chest.

You decided to take a step back from your close interactions with Toto, hoping to quell the relentless rumors. You still attended races but made a conscious effort to keep a low profile, avoiding Toto whenever possible.

Toto, sensing something was wrong, tried to reach out to you multiple times, but you always found a reason to be elsewhere. The paddock quickly noticed the change, and even the fans began to speculate about what had happened between you two.

During the Italien Grand Prix, the tension reached its peak. You avoided the Mercedes garage entirely, spending most of your time with Alex at Red Bull.

After qualifying, the drivers gathered in the paddock club for a brief celebration. Despite the festive atmosphere, the air was thick with curiosity about your and Toto's sudden distance. The drivers, having witnessed your outburst at dinner, were more cautious with their comments but couldn't help but wonder what was happening.

Max approached Toto, his expression one of concern. "Toto, what's going on with you and (Y/N)? You two were inseparable, and now she's avoiding you."

Toto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wish I knew, Max. I've tried talking to her, but she's been avoiding me."

Charles nodded in agreement. "It's obvious she's upset. Maybe you should give her some space."

Lewis, always perceptive, added, "Or maybe you should be more persistent. She's probably just overwhelmed."

Toto took their advice to heart. After the event, he made his way to the Red Bull hospitality area, determined to find you. As he walked through the bustling area, he spotted you in a corner, talking quietly with Alex.

Gathering his courage, he approached. "(Y/N), can we talk?"

You looked up, surprise and a hint of fear in your eyes. "Toto, I..."

"Please," he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. "I need to understand what's going on."

Alex gave you an encouraging nod, and you reluctantly stood, following Toto to a quieter area.

Once alone, Toto turned to face you. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something to upset you?"

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. "It's not you, Toto. It's everything else. The rumors, the teasing... it's too much. I thought if I distanced myself, it would stop."

Toto's expression softened as he took your hands in his. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I never wanted you to feel this way. But running away won't solve anything. We need to face this together."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination there. "Toto, I'm scared."

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his voice a comforting whisper. “It’s going to be okay.”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Okay, Toto.”

On the evening before the race, there was a team dinner at a local restaurant. You found yourself seated next to Toto, the conversation flowing easily between you. At one point, the drivers started their usual teasing.

"So, Toto," Charles began with a grin, "any plans to make (Y/N) an official part of the Mercedes family?"

Toto smiled, trying to stay composed. "You all enjoy this too much, don't you?"

Max leaned in, his expression serious but kind. "We're just looking out for you, Toto. And for (Y/N)."

You tried to laugh it off, but the constant teasing was getting to you. "Can we please talk about something else?"

Lewis, sensing your frustration, tried to change the subject. "Alright, alright. Let's focus on the race tomorrow."

But George, not noticing your irritation, continued. "Come on, (Y/N), when are you going to admit you have a crush on our boss?"

You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. "It's really not like that."

Lando chuckled, nudging Max. "Yeah, right. We've all seen the way you two look at each other."

Pierre Gasly joined in, smirking. "So, Toto, does this mean (Y/N) gets special privileges? More than just ribbons in your hair?"

The drivers laughed, but you could feel your patience wearing thin. "Guys, seriously, can we drop it?"

Alex tried to step in, noticing your growing frustration. "Alright, enough. Let's give (Y/N) a break."

But the teasing continued, with Daniel Ricciardo grinning widely. "Come on, (Y/N), you have to admit, you and Toto would make a great couple."

That was the last straw. You stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. "You know what? I've had enough of this."

The entire table fell silent as you stormed out of the restaurant, the door slamming behind you. The drivers sat in stunned silence, not used to seeing you anything but cheerful.

Toto's face hardened, and he glared at the drivers. "Nice going, everyone," Toto said, his voice low and angry. "You just had to push her, didn't you?"

The drivers looked genuinely remorseful, but Toto didn't wait for their apologies. He stood up and followed you outside.

He found you sitting on a bench, staring out into the night. He approached quietly, sitting down next to you.

"(Y/N)," Toto began softly, "I'm sorry about them. They didn't mean to upset you."

You sighed, wiping away a tear. "It's not just tonight, Toto. It's all the time. The teasing, the rumors... it's too much."

Toto took a deep breath, his heart aching at seeing you so upset. "I know, and I should have stopped it sooner. But there's something I need to tell you."

You turned to look at him, your eyes searching his. "What is it, Toto?"

He reached out, gently taking your hand. "These past months have been incredible because of you. Our friendship means everything to me, but I can't deny my feelings any longer. I care about you, deeply. And I want to be more than just friends."

Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and fear. "Toto, I... I feel the same way. But I'm scared. What if things don't work out?"

Toto squeezed your hand, his gaze steady. "We'll take it one step at a time. Together. I don't want to miss out on what could be something amazing because of fear."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the honesty and hope there. "Okay, Toto. Let's give it a try."

The news of your budding relationship spread quickly through the paddock, and the reactions were mixed. The drivers were thrilled, often teasing Toto but in a supportive way.

"Lewis, don't you dare say a word," Toto warned with a grin as Lewis walked into the garage.

"Hey, I didn't say anything," Lewis laughed. "But we're all happy for you two."

George and Lando continued their playful ribbing. "Does this mean we can start asking (Y/N) for dating advice?" George quipped.

"Or maybe Toto can give us tips on how to win her over," Lando added, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Stefano Domenicali, on the other hand, approached you with a warm smile. "Congratulations, (Y/N). You and Toto make a great pair."

Christian Horner, ever the rival, couldn't resist a jab. "Toto, you've got a great strategist there. Make sure she doesn't outshine you on the pit wall."

But the most heartfelt reaction came from Alex. After a race weekend where you and Toto's relationship had become public, he pulled you aside.

"Are you happy?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, a genuine smile on your face. "I am, Alex. Thank you for pushing me to take the leap."

He hugged you tightly. "That's all I wanted to hear. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know Toto will do everything to make sure you have it."

One day, during a particularly tense race, Toto found himself stressed in the garage. You noticed and decided to lighten the mood. Walking over, you pulled out a familiar box of ribbons.

"Toto," you said, a playful glint in your eye, "how about some good luck charms?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Only for you, (Y/N)."

As you tied the ribbons into his hair, the drivers watched with amusement.

"Hey, Toto," Charles called out, "does this mean we can start a new trend?"

"Don't push your luck," Toto replied, but his smile was undeniable.

[miniwheat77]

Maybe One Day. (Ghost x Petite!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Size kink, Ghost being a little talkative, petite!reader, unprotected sex, some sad parts, mentions of death, blood, violence, (sorry if I missed any)

(Summary): Reader is in love with Ghost but is okay with the fact that it’ll never lead anywhere.

I got a petite!reader ask, you can find that here.

If she wasn’t on her phone, working, or buried in a book, she was thinking about him. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Y/N has worked alongside Ghost for quite some time now. A few years. From the very moment she’d laid eyes on him, she fell in love. As time went on, her feelings only seemed to grow for him. Up to this point, the fifth year working alongside him, she’d had very limited conversations with him. Anytime she made an attempt to deepen any kind of conversation, he shrugged her off. At first, she thought maybe if she talked to him enough. Close enough to him, maybe. Just maybe something would happen. But he ignored her, walked away from her, and always kept it short. So she gave up after about a year. From then on, the last four years after that, she kept it professional. Only talked to Ghost on missions when she absolutely had to. Didn’t interact with him on base aside from small waves, and kept to herself for the most part.

She made an attempt to hide the feelings she had for Ghost, but it didn’t always work. Most people caught on. The waves, the way she smiled and acted all giddy when he was around. Everything. She was nice to everyone but it was different when it came to Ghost. Nearly anybody could tell. Soap looked at her from the hallway. Ghost stood next to him. “Are you sure about this Ghost?” Soap asks. Ghost nods his head. You were currently folding up a table cloth. Soap sighs, spinning on his heels and entering the mess hall.

"Hey." He smiles. "Uh.. hi." You smile. "You scared me."

"Oh, my bad." He smiles. "I just heard you come out and thought I'd come talk to you."

“About what?”

"Simon."

"What about him?"

"I.. think you know."

You pause for a moment. Looking down at your feet.

"That obvious ah?" You smile. "Uhh.. maybe just a little bit." Soap laughs. "I just… I wouldn't want you getting hurt Y/N. He's kinda.. guarded. Yknow?"

"Oh I know Soap. There's no chance in hell we'd ever work out. Hell, it'd be a shot in the dark if he was even into me." Soap knows you're keeping it together but he can see the hurt in your eyes.

"What?"

"I'm.. not that interesting." You laugh. Simon waited right on the other side of the wall, listening in.

"I think he's just well guarded Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you."

You let out a small laugh, looking down at the ground. "Yeah. I know that nothing will ever come of it. It's just a dumb crush, nothing more."

Soap was only talking to you because Simon asked him to. He told Soap that there was no chance anything would ever work between the two of you and he needed you to know exactly what to expect. After finishing up the conversation with Soap, it had been made clear. Ghost had put Soap up to it. Which meant Ghost was getting tired of it or you’d been making him uncomfortable. You just wished Ghost had come to you about it personally rather than making it everyone else’s business and embarrassing you like that. After that day, you started ignoring Ghost. No more small waves when passing by. No more making conversation with him up on the roof when you took over watch, no more offering to take over his shifts or helping him with his chores. You drew back completely and passed by him with a cold shoulder. You were short when he needed to talk to you, just like he’d been with you. He noticed it immediately.

After a week or so, everyone noticed you hadn’t been active. Nobody had seen you in passing, nobody had talked to you or seen you during meals, and they noticed your captain was picking up your part of the chores. It was unusual. Eventually after they all pestered their Captain enough, he finally caved. “Alright fine. Meet in my office after Lunch and we’ll talk. But this stays between all of us.” He glares. They all nod their heads. After lunch, everyone met up. Ghost waited until a few minutes after, hiding in the hallway. “Alright. Y/N has been on rest in her room until we can get her home. She got a phone call about a week ago that her younger brother was killed in a car accident. She’s very upset, and you guys need to leave her be unless she comes to you for help. Am I clear?” He says. Everyone nods their heads. As everyone finishes up the conversation, Ghost notices a flash of black pass by the doorway to Captain Price’s office. He follows whatever it is, noticing you in the mess hall picking up the lukewarm pot of coffee. Once their conversation was done, Captain Price came in. When he sees you, he’s curious. “Hey, what’re you doing out of your room?” He asks. You raise the cup of coffee. John nods. You say nothing, making your way back to your room. It was odd for the both of them to see you in night clothes. Just shorts and a t-shirt. John looks at Ghost, getting a shrug back.

The following day, Ghost is eating breakfast with Soap in the mess hall. It’s only them and Captain Price inside so far. To their surprise, you walk inside. Broom in hand. You start sweeping up the mess hall. Something you did on a daily basis. It was a very small part of your chores. Not just that, you have your full uniform on. “Uh.. Y/N.” John looks up from his coffee. You pause, looking at him. Your eyes are bloodshot. You look like you haven’t slept in days. “You don’t have to do that, I got you covered. We’re trying to get you home.” You don’t stop sweeping. “They had his funeral already, I have no reason to go home. I’ll be just fine here, thanks anyways Captain.” You sweep everything into the dustpan, walking off. John sighs.

This goes on for a couple days. You’re on edge. Nobody sees you eat, you don’t sleep very well. You’re struggling and there’s nothing anybody can do. Everyone tells Ghost to check up on you. You like Ghost, maybe you’d open up to him. And he did try. Went out of his comfort zone to ask you how you’re doing. You gave him a short “I’m fine.” And shrugged him off after that.

To you, he didn’t care. Nobody cared. They were coworkers, nothing more. They didn’t care what you were going through, they only cared about what you were useful for.

You sat quietly on the chopper. Everyone else made small talk but you, you just stared ahead. You had a blank expression on your face. Like you were staring right through everything. Expressionless, emotionless. Like you weren’t there. Soap is the first to notice, but knows not to get involved. You’re struggling. The last thing you need is someone pestering you. “Alright. Don’t forget the plan. Y/N and Ghost are frontlines. Entering through vents on the rooftops. Gaz and I will be posting guard with rifles, Soap will be entering through the mines. It’s where the least amount of threats are.” Your Captain explains more details before the chopper lands, and when it lands it’s a go. You and Ghost quickly make your way inside, dropping tear gas through the vents and waiting for it to dissolve completely before jumping in.

Ghost notices immediately you’re more ruthless than before. Wearing no emotion on your face as you ambush people, stabbing them. Blood spatters over your face and you don’t even flinch as it does. It’s shocking to see someone so small being so violent. Successfully at that. When the buildings are clear, you’re leaning up against a pool table in the back room. Ghost is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. “You told Captain they had his Funeral already. They didn’t wait for you?” Ghost asks. “No.” You rolls your eyes. “Why?” He asks. Drawing a chuckle from your lips. You cross your arms, not turning your head to even look at him. “Deadbeat parents, they don’t give a fuck about me or how I feel.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He sighs. “Luck of the draw, how d’ya think I ended up in this shit show?”

The body in front of Ghost has one of your knives in his chest, you walk over to it. Pressing your foot down onto his shoulder and pulling the knife out of him. You wipe it off on your pants before returning back to where you were leaning at the pool table. Everyone else walks into the room, lowering their weapons when they see you and Ghost waiting patiently. They look like they had a hell of a fight. “We gave you guys the hardest task and you look untouched.” Captain Price laughs. “Just too good.” You shrug, walking passed them. Soap smiles, stepping in. “Successful mission.” He holds up a flash drive. The one you’d been looking for. “Fuck yeah.” You smile. You still had that same pain in your eyes. No matter how happy you seemed, it stayed there. You twirl the knife in your hand the entire way back to the chopper, and just like before. You’re staring off into space. Brain in an entire different dimension as you spin it around in your hand.

Overtime, Ghost notices you more and more. How much different you’ve become, how cold you’ve been acting. You’re still giving him the cold shoulder. Still not making much conversation with him.

He makes his way onto the watch post, seeing you sitting back in a chair with your feet kicked up, looking at the room full of cameras. He makes his way up to you, he’s a few minutes early. You stand up, picking up your items and going to walk away. “Leaving so soon?” He asks. You pause, body going rigid. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” You still have your back turned to him. “Just thought you’d want to make some small talk. Talk about what’s going on.” He shrugs. You turn around, a smile on your face. “Yeah, let’s be friends, we’ll exchange stories about our shitty lives. It’ll be a sleepover.” You smile. “So that’s a no.” He chuckles. You bite your lip for just a second, taking a step toward him. “What? You want to be friends now? The few times I tried making small talk with you, you had Soap tell me to leave you alone. So no, I don’t really feel like talking.” You roll your eyes, spinning to walk around. “I had him tell you to back off because I could tell you liked me. I knew you wanted to be more than friends.” You laugh, “See that’s where you’re mistaken Ghost, we’re not friends. Hell, we’re not even acquaintances. You and I? We’re just coworkers. Nothing more.” With that, you walk down the stairs. It stings Ghost a little bit that you’re so cold to him, but really he asked for this. “Hey!” He calls to you. “I’m your superior, when Captain Price isn’t around, you answer to me, Sergeant.” You turn around, smirk at your lips. You cross you arms, taking a couple steps up the stairs. “Yeah? What can I do for you, Lieutenant.” The venom in your voice is potent. “Go back inside the watch tower.” You roll your eyes. “Yes sir.” You throw your bag back down once you step inside. Ghost closes the door. “Sit down.” You hate that you have to listen to him. But you do anyways. Crossing your arms and leaning back. “Good. Now talk.” He looks at you. “About what?”

“What’s bothering you?” He asks. You narrow your eyes. “You already know what’s bothering me.”

He shakes his head. “Can we just be done here? Or am I going to have to fight my way out?” Ghost let’s out a deep chuckle. “Sweetheart, you can’t fight me. You won’t win.” A scoff leaves your lips. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” He laughs. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re tiny. I could pick you up with one hand.” He sits back in his chair, the tight shirt he has on tightens perfectly over his arms and shoulders. You swallow hard, but Ghost doesn’t miss it. “You’re hiding something else, something else was bothering you.” You raise your eyebrows, giving him a ‘are you fucking serious.’ Look. “You’re joking right?” You laugh. He looks confused. “You assumed that I like you, and instead of coming to me to tell me to back off, you told someone else to come to me and say it. Not only is that a concern that should have stayed between the both of us, but it’s pretty embarrassing that everyone knows now.” You roll your eyes. “Okay. That was a bad call on my part. I’m sorry.” He places his hands on his thighs. Your eyes glancing at them for a split second. “Are we done now?” You swallow hard. “I suppose.” He mumbles.

—

A few weeks later, Captain Price put you on leave for a week.

When you come back, you seem in worse shape than before. Ghost is the first to notice. You look like you haven’t been eating or sleeping. It’s late and he can hear weights crashing in the gym, pulling himself out his bed to go check on whoever it is, not surprised to see that it’s you. “Bad idea to do that without a spotter.” He mumbles. He rubs his eyes tiredly. His mask isn’t on straight, he just threw it on really quick. You say nothing in return. “Y/N, what’s going on?” You’re breathing hard from lifting the weight up. “Parents lied about my little brother dying, wanted me to send money for his funeral so that they could just have the money.” You breathe. Teeth gritted as you lift the weight. “They’ve brainwashed him, made him hate me. I got nobody left.” You’re panting hard, groaning as you lift the weight. Ghost takes it from your hands, lifting it up with one hand and laying it in the rack. “Talk to me.” He breathes. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by you. What you were just struggling to lift, he lifted with one hand.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. “I don’t have anybody either. That’s why I joined the military in the first place, but it’s not exactly worked out too well in my favor because 141 is like my family. Something I’ve never had.” He breathes. You laugh. “How sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. We look out for each other. Make sure everyone is okay all the time, why you think I’m here hm? Everyone worries about you.” You laugh. “That’s complete bullshit and you know it. I used to try to talk to you all of the time and you just shrugged me off like nothing. Nothing was different between then and now. You’re free to leave whenever you want, Ghost.” You roll your eyes. He takes a deep breath. He’s clearly getting frustrated with you. “Why do you care about em? Hm? They don’t give a fuck about you, never have. Why lose sleep over it? I don’t.” He shrugs. “Rough concept. Maybe you’re just mentally stronger than me. But that’s not exactly my point.” You roll your eyes. You stand up, walking away to another area to work out. “Look. It’s almost midnight and we have to be up at 6. I’m not too keen on losing this much sleep. Let’s go to bed, we’ll talk more tomorrow.” He mumbles. “Go ahead, I’m not making you stay here.”

“Goddamnit.” He mumbles. He makes his way near you as you reach for a bar, he lifts you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. “Simon! Put me down!”

“No. You’re going to bed.”

“I’ll just lay awake.”

“Than you’ll lay awake in my bed.”

Your body goes rigid and Ghost chuckles. He opens his door up and spins around to close and lock it behind him. He throws you down onto his bed and you bounce up, scrambling to prop yourself up onto your elbows. He grasps the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. “Um.. what the fuck is going on?” You ask. He straddles your hips, leaning down into you. You let yourself fall all of the way back, backing away from his face. He laughs. “This is what you wanted, right?” You shake your head. “No-no. I don’t want your weird pity s-“ he covers your throat with his hand, the small size of you has him smiling. He likes the control he has over you. “Mnot trying to fuck you out of pity. I know you like me, I know you want to fuck me. I wanna fuck you too.” He mumbles. This side of Simon is weird. You’re used to the guarded, quiet Simon. This was new. “I like you, have forever. S’just a bad idea to start something with someone when you could die any day. But you don’t mind right?” He smirks. He pulls his mask off, and you swallow hard, seeing him.

All of him.

Everyone on base but you had seen his face.

“You’re so tiny..” he mumbles. “So easy to..” he pins your hips down into his bed. Earning a gasp from your lips. “You want me to fuck you or not?” He bites his lip. You swallow hard, cheeks burning. You nod slowly. He smirks, tugging his sweatpants down his legs. You’re only wearing a tank top and shorts, since you were working out. He tugs them off of you quickly. He is massive, you swallow hard when you see the size of his cock. He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “Don’t worry, M’gonna make you feel real good. Just try to be quiet for me.” He lines himself up with your entrance and you breathe out. All of the pining you’d done. The sleep you lost over him, everything. And now? A deep breath leaves your lips when he prods at your opening. The tip of his fat cock disappearing between your folds. He’s stretching you already and he’s barely started. He groans out, holding onto your hips tightly. Holding you exactly where he wants you. He clamps a hand over your mouth when he thrusts all of the way inside of you, enjoying the way your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. He’s huge. When he starts fucking into you, it’s intense. You’re watching him disappear inside of you. He says something but you aren’t listening. “Don’t tell me you’re cock drunk already?” He chuckles. He pushes you back by your chest, shoving his thumb into your mouth. “Such a good girl.” Your mouth makes his cock twitch slightly. You’re tight around Simon and he moans out. “So. Fucking. Good.” He groans between thrusts. You’re surprised how vocal he is.

You feel a high approaching already and he notices how wet you’re getting on him. He bites his lip. Lowering his gaze so that he can watch his big cock disappear into your little hole. He’s gritting his teeth, keeping a steady pace and you tilt your head back. “Ah! S-Simon-“ you whimper. “S’alright. You can cum baby.” He mumbles, leaning down slightly and attaching his lips to yours for the first time. It sends you right into a su space, the softness of his lips has you disappearing. Your moans get muffled by him as he fucks you through your first high. It won’t be your last of the night. Your thighs shake as he overstimulates you. Not giving you anytime to adjust to him. “Fuck you get so tight on me when you cum.” He groans. He starts to rock his hips into yours a little faster than before. He’s eager, wanting his own high. “Why don’t you ride me, hm?” You nod your head. He slides out of you, moving so that you can sit up. When he lays down you straddle him, lowering yourself onto him. Hissing at the new angle, he’s going too deep. He chuckles. “It’s okay.” You rock your hips up, turning around to see how far you’re taking him down. “Try to take all of me.” He mumbles. “I-I can’t.” He chuckles. “You can. Just relax for me.” You nod your head, if you wanted to stop now, he’d let you obviously. He runs his hands up your thighs, resting on your hips. He licks his lips when he forces your hips down onto him, a gasp leaving your lips as he bottoms out again. Your legs weaken and you rest yourself onto him.

You give yourself a second to adjust and he doesn’t try to make you. Letting you rock your hips into him, getting used to it. Pretty soon, you’re bouncing on his cock, moaning out. He’s smiling a lazy smile at you, loving how dirty it is. You’re addicted to him, chasing your high on his cock. He’s getting close and he can tell you’re close too by the way you’re tightening around him and the intensity of your moans. He’s panting hard, thighs clenching and lower stomach knotting up. That sweet knot was going to unravel and against his better judgement, if you don’t stop. He’s going to fill your little pussy full of his cum. You’re rocking back and fourth in him, feeling so good. He loves seeing it, loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him. It’s just a bonus that he gets to watch it, and cum too. This is so much better than jerking off. It’s all he’s done to cum in the last few years. He wanted to make a move on you sooner but knew it was a bad idea. He grips your thighs, helping guide you onto him. “Got me fucking close baby.” He groans. “M-me too.” You pant. Your eyes are watering from being overwhelmed. He lifts his hips into yours, getting frustrated and holding you up so he can thrust up into you. “Oh fuck-“ his voice cracks and a whimper leaves his lips. “I’m gonna cum.” He pants. “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby-“ he cries. “Me too Simon-“ a gasp leaves your lips when you hit your second high, feeling his warmth spill into your depths. Filling you up. Your lips are parted and you’re resting your hands on his chest. Feeling him leak down out of you.

You climb off him, going to stand up but he stops you, pulling you back into him. “Relax.” He breathes. “Sleep here.” He mumbles. Pulling you into his front. “Simon-“ he stops you. “We can talk more about this tomorrow alright? But you need sleep, and I got you. I always got you. Just sleep for now.” He breathes. Feeling his warmth and the way his arms are wrapping around you is too much. You feel your eyes getting heavy.

@clove-shitposts

[nipuni]

Hello! Time for another blog post! I think my last one was two months ago and a lot has happened since 😊

We have been attending a ton of historical recreation events so I still have many photos to share, hope you don't hate those! It's been really fun! We are exhausted and all out of social battery however so we are taking it easy this month. Another thing that's been happening a lot is that even when we are not dressed in historical clothing we keep getting stopped by strangers on the street because of our everyday outfits, it's been like that for a couple of years now so we are no longer startled or nervous about it but it's happening more and more often now and it's so nice! we always end up chatting about the events we go to and our jobs and hobbies and exchanging contacts or they ask for photos and stuff! people are really kind and excited about it and I still find it so surprising in the best way. We grew up in a very hostile city and environment and that makes you paranoid and cynical so these interactions and response has been healing really. I know their words will stick with us for years to come 😭 Sadly the unbearable heat is starting though so that means our outings for the next three months will be limited to the crack of dawn and after sunset 😞 but at least the summer brings a lot of fruit with it so we can sit at home and eat pineapples and strawberries while we wait for autumn.

My family came to visit a few months ago too and we made them watch most of Doctor Who's season one to four and some of our favourite episodes from all the other seasons lmao. And much to our delight they really enjoyed it!! They both loved Ten the most and my step dad is now in love with Martha 🥰

We have also been watching the current season and it's been so fun keeping up with fandom theories in real time and talking about it and speculating with friends in person, it's the first time we get a chance to do it since we got into the series and we are enjoying it a lot!

We also watched season one of Jessica Jones and we loved David's performance as Kilgrave!! He stole the show for real. Kilgrave is such an incredible villain, one of the best I've seen and DT does such an amazing job portraying every aspect of him. He's detestable and volatile and frighteningly powerful and has such an intimidating terrifying presence in the narrative while also being pathetic and vulnerable and ridiculous and childish and so human with all it's worrying implications. It was just so gripping and I wish he had stayed for the rest of the show honestly!! Now we have to pick our next David Tennant series to watch! 😊

Also!! Dragon Age is back!! AHHH I wanted to thank everyone that commented on my last DA pieces, it has made my month to read the comments, I didn't expect so many people to remember my art or my character after so many years and it's so touching and flattering you have no idea 😭💘 I look forward to making more and sharing them with you all, I'm truly grateful for the kindness you've shown me both back then and now I hope you know.

I feel so spoiled lately with all these franchises that I love releasing new content!! I've never been in these many fandoms at once!! I have so many ideas to draw and keep jumping back and forth between drawings from different shows and games AAAAA it's a good and welcome change honestly, keeps me busy and inspired!

Anyway that's all for now I think! I hope you are doing well and this summer/winter is kind to you all ❤️

[coralinnii]

I love the villain scorned by the world feat: Azul genre: drama note: continuation of reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy AU Azul ver, not gender specific reader, no pronouns used, use of non-canon characters (Neveah), 1.4k word count

I know people wanted to see more of the female and male lead’s downfall but Azul’s story has so much potential for drama that I just can’t skip it. This is more of an interaction between villain/ess!reader and the female lead and things are getting interesting. There’s more to the story

Is it funny that the more I write Azul’s villain/ess!reader, the more they’re starting to be like how I think Jade would act…just sassier

You became the talk of the kingdom for quite some time and you weren’t surprised. You had your engagement annulled and disowned from your family but you managed to disgrace your former fiancé the prince and his lover with their affair. Instead of a fallen noble, you became a surviving noble who became a victim of unfaithful love. All according to your plan.

Free from your downfall, you find yourself living in comfort in your own house close to Azul. The royal family and your own parents have requested your attendance but you declined their letters, playing your victim card to the fullest.

“Oh no, how could I possibly return back to the palace where I had my heart broken?” “My family disowned me. The least I could do is respect their wishes” Good riddance to that stifling environment.

You did notice that you never once received a letter from the young prince, the male lead though you would scoff and burn it if he did anyway. You figured that he was too prideful to address the affair with you. He wasn’t regretful for his actions nor was he regretful he got caught. The original series seriously had a bad cast.

Though it could also be that since the disgraceful act the male lead was sentenced to house arrest to “reflect on his actions”. From your sources, he’s just been angry all this time, especially when he hasn’t been able to meet with his beloved.

Speaking of which, the female lead has been busy through all this fiasco. Crying and spinning the tale of how she was a helpless victim in this mess as well, saying how she was clueless throughout everything since being so new to the noble society.

Please, Jade has better acting skills than she does. You supposed you could commend her for her guts.

Like how she was gutsy enough to visit you in your own home.

“I’m so glad you’re willing to meet with me” Neveah smiled but you didn’t return the smile, choosing to sip your tea.

“You should be glad, considering I probably would have ignored you” you replied indifferently. “It just so happens that I wanted to ask you a few questions”

“Oh? What kind of questions?~” That exaggerated childlike tone of hers really rubbed you the wrong way.

Fighting through your irritation, you questioned her “I’ve heard that you’ve been attempting to meet with Azul for the past few days. Curious since you two aren’t even acquaintances”

“But, we are! Me and Azul are really close~”

“That’s not what Azul says, and you will address him as Count Ashengrotto” you rebuked her claim, a little snippier than you wished but your patience is not unlimited and the ditzy lady is truly testing you.

Azul mentioned his troubles to you when you asked about the visible stress on his face. Apparently he has unfortunately been bumping into the female lead at his businesses and she has been trying to interact with him, even offering to have tea with her…in his own restaurant.

“Tricking her would be akin to taking candy from a child, but even a child is more worthwhile than speaking with her” Azul sighed in aggravation with his brows furrowed. You kept a sympathetic expression but you felt a sense of joy over the silvernette’s words. There’s nothing wrong in secretly taking glee in your crush sharing your disdain over the same irritance, right?

“Perhaps you should take a short rest, Azul” you suggested, “This stress will do you no good and you can’t afford to make mistakes due to your clouded mind”

Azul sighed but nodded “you may have a point”

“Would you like to rest on my lap? I wouldn’t mind after all”

“You-!”

Refocusing your attention away from your memories, you sharpened your gaze at your uninvited guest. “Considering Azul is someone dear to me, I worry about your intentions in approaching him”

Then, the situation took an interesting turn.

The young lady in front of you, undeterred from your stare, smiled brightly which some could compare to something angelic…to some. But her words did not match her innocent appearance.

“Are you worried that I would approach Azul the way you did?”

You didn’t break your expression but you must admit you were close to. Is she insinuating…

“Isn’t it weird that the famously lovesick fiancé of the prince suddenly changed?” Neveah questioned, putting on a confused pout on her lips. “No explanations, like a whole new person. The story has changed”

Oh, how interesting.

“So you’re interested in me” you finally smiled back “What can I say, I realized one day this was not my love story so I decided to change my ways”

“Is that so?~”

“Yes. But back to the topic,” you took control back of the conversation “You haven’t explained your reason for approaching the count?”

Whatever calculating look you thought you saw in the female lead disappeared as she smiled even brighter than before, fully committing to her innocent appearance.

“I just felt so bad in interfering with your engagement that I’ve been avoiding the prince in respect for you, not even replying to his letters. Then maybe you can reinstate your engagement with your beloved”

My beloved? You truly had difficulty not outright laughing out loud over that idea. But it was an interesting tidbit the female lead gave, knowing that the prince has been sending her letters meant that those two are still in contact. Just because she said she doesn’t reply, she could still be reading them.

“I’ve been trying really hard to forget the prince so I’ve been visiting the Monstro Lounge to get away” she continued her story, managing a tear from her eyes. “And I’ve been seeing the count there so I thought we could be friends”

So this is how she’s been fooling the masses. You’re willing to admit that she’s definitely a better actress than you initially give her with her sweet words and unassuming “innocence”. But you knew the story she conveniently left out.

Breaking the engagement between the royal family and your (ex)family of duke status, the male lead has been in hot water ever since as his reputation has affected him to the point that his right to the throne is in jeopardy. Azul on the other hand has been making a name for himself and his value in the kingdom is very attractive to many pursuers.

“How shamelessly greedy of you, Ms. Protagonist” you smirked at the female lead who continues to put on a sweet facade, you commend her ambitions at least. She really wants her happy ending.

But you’re done with this conversation already. You got your answers and have no interest in keeping company with this eyesore for any longer.

“That’s all I need to hear, I believe it’s time for you to leave” With that, you waved to your guards who were standing by to escort the lady to the door.

“Wait, then will you take the prince back? And convince the families to restore the engagement” Neveah quickly asked you before she was ushered. Ah, so that’s why she came to see you. You never did bother to ask…or care.

“Firstly, I don’t have the habit of picking up trash I already tossed out” you calmly stood up from your seat, smoothing down your clothes of creases, and gave a smile towards the female lead before speaking again “Secondly, I’m simply respecting what you said to me. Do you remember? You couldn’t stop from loving who you want”

You watched Neveah stutter and stumble, trying to find the right words but you weren’t interested anymore so you proceeded to leave the room first with some parting words before your guards walk the female lead out of your home.

“I’m letting you love the prince like you said you wanted, and I’ll love who I want, and I intend to fight”

[daycourtofficial]

Everything is Not As it Seems - Part 4

Author’s note: this has taken me waaaay longer than anticipated, but there will be one last part after this one. :)

(Part one) (Part two) (Part three)

“Rhys, I have an idea.”

Working with Rhys and Feyre was the most painful experience of your life. After your talk with Azriel, you decided you needed to do something about your memories before anything can move forward with him. It doesn’t matter how much you want him - you need to make clear distinctions because the fake Azriel and the one that’s here.

Rhys and Feyre were helping you sort through the memories with Eris by changing the Azriel in your memories into the Eris that it actually was. It was a long and embarrassing process, the three of you sorting through a month of memories to alter Eris into his true appearance, but you did it.

Going through it made the two of them even more upset with Eris for his con. Going through the memories, he treated you incredibly kindly and fondly, much like the real Azriel does. They could never fault you for falling for the rouse, especially after seeing how closely Eris matches Azriel’s attitudes toward you.

As hard as it was to show them a month of your life with Eris, they were incredibly kind about your experiences.

-

Azriel’s first instinct to you coming back was to be able to see you, see what had happened to you. The second thing on his list was to kill Eris. After your interaction where completely bared his soul to you, Azriel decided to take out his frustrations on a certain autumn heir.

You had given Azriel the all clear to seek vengeance on your behalf, never wanting to see Eris again. And vengeance he sought. It didn’t take Azriel long to capture the heir, letting him sit in the dungeons for a few days before properly dealing with him.

-

After Azriel’s declaration, you decided to write him a letter. You and Rhys had discussed going through and altering your memories, and you decided to reach out to Az. The first letter you wrote reads as:

Dear Az,

I’m sorry things turned out like this. I’m sorry I’m not ready. I wanted you to know that I am trying. Rhys and I are going to start altering my memories in a few days to make my memories more accurately reflect who was in them.

I don’t want to see you until the memories are fixed. I want to see you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. My brain needs to know that you are you and Eris is Eris.

I’m writing to ask you to wait for me. I don’t know how long this will take, if it will even work, or what the outcome will be, but I am asking you to wait. If you can’t, I understand.

Feel free to write back, seeing as how Eris and I didn’t exchange letters I don’t see this as an issue for communication.

Yours,

(Y/n)

You folded the letter, writing his name on the envelope, and slid it underneath his door the next time you passed his room.

-

You received his response by the end of the day. It was sitting directly on your bed, right in the middle, most likely placed by a shadow.

You opened the envelope, trying to still your nerves over the contents.

Dearest,

I understand your decision to stay away. It is one neither of us like, but I think for things to continue a distinction has to be made in your mind, so I understand.

Do not apologize for circumstances you did not create. If I could only have you as words on the page, I will devour them every night. I will wait as long as is necessary.

Are you okay with me leaving a few shadows with you? I want to know you’re safe, and selfishly I hope they’ll provide you some comfort in lieu of my presence.

I have to say, I practically melted when you signed your last letter as ‘yours’. I will gladly keep you as mine, for as long as you wish.

Yours, heart, mind, and soul,

Azriel

You had to read the letter several times, committing Azriel’s incredibly neat handwriting into your memory.

-

Between your back and forth letters with Azriel and your progress with Rhys and Feyre, you’ve begun venturing out of your room more and more.

Every morning Azriel has his letter delivered, along with a schedule for his day. It was an idea he mentioned in his third or fourth letter as a way to ensure you don’t run into him unexpectedly. He’s away in the Day Court, procuring something from Helion for Rhys, and he won’t be back until the end of the day.

The amount of letters you’ve exchanged has gone from a daily letter to at minimum three letters a day. Last Saturday when Azriel had a rare day off from work, he sent you no less than 7 letters, each incredibly well thought out.

You bounded down the steps, planning to spend the day with Feyre at her art studio. Every day you’ve spent an hour or two sorting through memories with Rhys and Feyre, taking Tuesdays off. You appreciate all their help immensely, but you need a day spent not living in the past.

Walking through the dining room you find Rhys enjoying a late breakfast.

“Ah,” he says, putting down his orange juice, “the reason I’m running out of parchment at a pace never before seen.”

He backpedals a bit at your blush, worrying he’s gone a bit far. You don’t want to admit it, but you are a bit more shy these days since returning from Autumn. You’ve slowly been spending less and less time in your room, but it’s still a bit of a safe haven for you.

“I only jest, I assure you. I’m actually quite happy you two have found some way to communicate. Mothers knows he was insufferable the days he had no access to you,” muttering that last part.

You pull out a chair next to him, interested to know more, “insufferable? Azriel?”

Rhys laughs, “believe it or not, yes. He wouldn’t stop bothering me for days. I had to put up mental shields to block out his thoughts.” He laughs, his growing somber as he looks at you.

“Truth be told, when you were gone, we were all a wreck, him especially. We only figured out where you were because Lucien had been to that cabin.” He reaches out, grabbing your hands in his, “I’m glad you’re back, not just because of what you mean to my brother. But because we all love you dearly.”

He pauses, smiling at you, “and maybe because Azriel hardly slept while you were gone, spending the whole time trying to figure out everything he could about the Autumn court. I’m pretty certain he actually snuck into the Forest House at one point.”

You gasp, surprised and amazed he was able to accomplish such a thing. “No way!”

Rhys laughs, “just know that you are a thing of great importance to him. Please, always remember that.”

You laugh, seeing right through your high lord. “Ah yes well thank you for the big brother ‘if you break his heart, there’ll be hell to pay’ speech, Rhys.” You pause, letting him laugh, “but he is also a thing of great importance to me, as evidenced by the events that have led us here.”

He gives you a sad smile. “I wish circumstances were different that brought you two together.”

“Me too,” you sigh, looking at the table. You start thinking about if things were different, how they used to be. How the two of yourself used to dance around your feelings. Now you two write what are practically love letters back and forth.

[draco-after-dark]

Feral JD!!! I love this kinda stuff, and you already got some awesome art for it! I’ve been appreciating John Dory more and more lately, so it’s cool to find all the AUs

Got any specific scenarios you’ve been thinking about for him? Love to hear anything about it.

I also wonder about when he discovered he couldn’t read anymore, was he nonplussed? Disappointed? Didn’t realize it happened? How’d his brother figure it out and would they go about teaching him again?

I appreciate you! ✨💜👍 have a good day!

OOOOOOOOH I HAVE SO MANY ACUALLY

I'm having so much fun building his world out

I actually have a few scenarios in the works now and some mini comic ideas too, Just gotta finish them :]

The reading thing is actually an interesting point. To be honest it wasn't something I initial thought to hard about but now that you brought it up. Here are some thoughts I had on it.

(Also sorry this kinda long I got a bit carried away woops)

not being able to read does come as a shock to JD when he first realizes, It takes him a bit to come to terms with it and when he does realize its a "Shit, I really am a failure." kind of mentality.

Since he was just out in the wilderness reading and writing wasn't something he need to do, it was all about survival for him so something so simple as that never crossed his mind as a skill he could lose.

Not being able to sing/talk just sort of sprouted from when he turned grey and fully integrated himself to being alone, Truly alone. Just being by himself he never had a reason to speak, so eventual the years added up and he just couldn't figure out how to speak.

So I always figured Clay would be the first one to figure out that JD can't read. For some context JD has been away from any type of society for several years if not a whole decade at this point. just by himself out in the wilderness wander around from place to place. So loneness has set in hard and he hasn't had a conversation with someone since being on his own.

JD tends to approach his brothers when their on there own or hanging out with each other. He tends to avoid large crowds and sticks to the outskirts of pop village unless there is immediate danger within the village. They had a spider incident a week ago but JD dealt with that real quick. The village still has pretty mixed options on allowing him to stay but considering the brothers haven't even been able to get JD to come inside branch's bunker yet. It's not something the they have really considered or cared about yet.

Also for Clay figuring out JD cant read it would probably go something like this...

Being in a book club Clay can often be found reading books around pop village. So when its a beautiful sunny day. He decides that it's the perfect time to catchup on his latest book. That quickly becomes wishful thinking however when he feels the brush of fur against his arm. He's surprised to see John Dory crouched next to him head tilted leaning into his personal space. Just sort of staring at his book with a curious look on his face. He's not interacted this close to JD yet on his own, usually he only makes an appearance if Floyd or Branch are around. So being on his own with John so close makes him pretty nervous. Especially since previous interacts between the two of them haven't been the best. John may or may not have tried to attack him and Bruce at their first interaction. It was quite a shock to all the brothers when they discovered that not only Floyd but also John Dory had been kidnapped by the pop star wannabes. If Clay's being honest he didn't believe Floyd when he first told them that John Dory was still trapped some where in the dressing rooms. It didn't make any sense to him. Why would they keep leave John backstage for their big performance. Unless they had already sucked him dry of his talent. What they actually discovered Clay could have never seen coming. Their brother, their oldest brother was practically unrecognizable, In both behavior and colour. He still thinks about when they found him in that room huddled in the corner. The terrify snarl that came from him when they tried to get close. Heck. he didn't even know a troll could make such a noise. So what was he doing here with him now?

"Uh . . . hi?" Clay asked curiously his voice wavering slightly.

He could see John's ear tilt towards him so he must have heard him and was at least listening. Hopefully.

"what uh . . . what brings you here today?"

A low deep rumbled sounded out from John's throat has he lifted his hand nearest to the book and brought it closer to himself. Eyes flickering across the page. To Clay it looked as if he was trying to read the pages so without a word he tilted the book more towards JD and waited. Just watching him. As seconds turned into minutes he could feel the frustration growing inside his brother, from the way his brows knitted together, to the way he kept getting closer to the book. Like if he looked harder, tried harder it would all make sense. That was when it clicked.

He cant read. Clay thought.

He can barely talk, if grumbling even counts as talking. Can't read and chances are he cant write anymore ether.

With a scoff John shoves the book away from himself slides down from the rock to sit on the grassy earth below.

Clay felt odd. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pity? Hurt? No that wasn't quite right. Emptiness? A sense of loss? A mix of everything he guessed.

He never really considered how John must be feel. That it must be . . . frustrating. Not just being alone for so long that he unconsciously forgot things that always seemed so, basic. Normal to everyone. That writing and singing songs came so natural to all of them. That the once self-proclaimed leader of Brozone couldn't even read his own lyrics anymore. He could never imagine not being able to read again. Being left unable to communicate even the simplest of things, but here John was. Going through all that. Practically alone. Clay frowned well he stared down at his once proud brother and then a flicker of hope flashed through his eyes.

". . ."

"Do you want to read again?"

His ear perked up at that and his head quickly flipped back to Clay. An unreadable look in his eyes.

"I could teach you, to read, write, to talk again?"

He see the thoughts swirling through his eyes, the hope, that became to spark but that quickly disappeared as he sank back down towards the grass. I look of sadness crossing over his face as he began to fiddle with his claws.

"Do you not want to learn how to read again?" Clay aske bewilders

John huffed and stared at him with an unamused face

"well why then?"

John glanced to the side and gestured in way "carry on" sort of way.

"I don't understand."

John gave him a deadpan stare and flung his head to the side letting out a deep sigh.

Clay was thoroughly confused. what was he missing, what wasn't ne understanding. This was his brother, his older, former bossy, arrogant, obsessed older brother. So Clay wanted to try something. Something he had done in years.

"What, are you still to cocky to let your little brother teach you a thing or two?"

He huffed again, but this time it sounded more like a light chuckle followed by a quick eyeroll and after a few seconds John stared at him, one eyebrow raised like he was saying "are you serious right now?"

"So your telling me you'd rather sit on grass and feel sorry for yourself rather then spend time with your younger brother?"

Oh ya, That hit a nerve. If there was one thing John cared about it was his family, Family was apart of him and it always had been. His greatness strength and weakness. Something Clay figured out real quick when they were younger trollings. John must have felt as offended as he looked because next thing clay new he had already stood up and hoped right back up on the rock beside him.

"Same old Dory"

To which John responded by giving his brothers shoulder a shove and jerked his head towards the book down in Clay's hands.

"okay okay, will start with the basics . . ."

Don't know how in character this is for Clay but I tried guys. So yeah that's my thoughts so hopefully this makes sense.

Also if any Fanfic people out there stumble across this and start thinking they want to give try at writing some stuff for the Feral boi please do I would LOVE to read it. Like tag me please so I can read it and draw it.

Anyway imma go to bed byeeeeeee

[moonlitstoriess]

The Shadows in the Sunlight- A Helion series

Summary: Helion, the High Lord of the Day Court, is known for his charm, power, and control over light. However, when a mysterious female from a forgotten, shadowy court—a court thought to be destroyed long ago—emerges, everything he thought he knew is challenged.

A/n: Well my cookies, we meet again! This time, I am here with a Helion series that I have been thinking of for a while. I think that he is such an interesting character of whom I would love to see more of and since there are barely any posts about him, I asked myself “why not?” And just went ahead with the idea. Anyways I won’t annoy you for any longer, I hope you enjoy the story and please do leave comments if you wish to let me know of your thoughts✨

Helion loved parties, gatherings, balls and whatever else that required him to dress up, dance, drink, flirt and make stupid jokes. Attending them as a guest or the host didn't matter as long as they were fun. But most of all, he loved them because they allowed him to be free of any burdens, worries or ugly thoughts just for a day. For a couple of hours.

"High Lord, which sash would you like? The golden one or the white one with gold details?"

Helion turned his head towards his servant and looked down to the two different colored sashes.

"Gold"

Today was The Unity Ball. It was actually Kallias' idea to create this tradition after the war against Hybern. Every year, one of the courts would host The Unity Ball, bringing together all the other courts and their people in hopes of strengthening ties and improving alliances. It has been three years since the end of the war and so far, three courts have hosted this ball. Winter was first, since it was Kallias' idea after all. Then it was Dawn and just last year, it was Autumn, which honestly was more like a celebration of Beron's death and Eris' ascent to High Lordship.

Now this year, is the Day Court's turn and Helion could only hope that nothing mad ends up happening tonight as it usually does with his parties. With a final few touches to his appearance, Helion took the golden crown and put it on his head, heading out the door with his second-in-command, Maximus, right behind him.

"Who is here so far?"

"All except Spring but that isn't anything new."

Helion chuckled as they went down the grand stairs, "It surely isn't. Tamlin hasn't attended any of our gatherings. Why did we even send an invitation to him?"

Maximus sighed. "Good appearance on our side?"

Helion put his arm on his friends shoulder and laughed as they finally entered the large room filled with all kinds of guests. The moment he entered the room, all eyes turned to Helion as he smiled and headed straight for his throne. Once he got on the dais, he smiled brightly at his guests, and the other high lords with their families, and said,

"This year, I have the honor of hosting The Unity Ball which is why I welcome you all to the Day Court! Where as our saying goes, "Light Everlasting, Truth Unyielding" I hope that tonight, our everlasting light brings you joy as we join one another in friendship and company. To my dear friends, the High Lords, I am very grateful for your attendance in my ball and thank you all for taking the time off your duties to come here. I wish you well and hope you all enjoy the rest of this evening!"

Everyone clapped as Helion gestured for the musicians to begin playing and the servants to begin serving. He sat down on his throne knowing full well that he would get up in two minutes because his patience with just sitting and watching wasn't the best. He needed to interact, dance, drink, and laugh.

See, this was the difference between such formal events and his own unusual parties. There he could go absolutely wild but here, he had to stay formal because...well because he is the high lord of course. And it's not like Helion hates all of these High Lord duties and is some kind of an incompetent ruler. Definitely not. In fact, that is far from the truths. He clearly knows how to rule better than his father ever did because his people are very happy and satisfied. He knows when to be serious and when to let go.

But for some reason, these past few weeks, his past has been getting to him more and more. The monsters that he buried deep somehow managed to slip away and come haunt him. He hasn't been slacking in his job at all, in fact, Helion had buried himself in his duties to distract himself while still keeping the image of a jokester, flirty, and overall a happy male. And at night when he would hold his parties, it was this mask that led to him waking up in a bed with another female or male....or both.

He needed to distract himself more and more. The need to run away from his monsters was getting to him. He had to constantly work, lead a whole nation, party, fuck and stay far away from being alone. If he wasn't alone and instead doing something, keeping his hands and mind at work, his brain would be too busy to overthink anything.

"Uh, Helion? You feeling well?"

Helion was dragged out of his trance by Maximus' voice as he turned his head sideways and looked at his friend, giving him a smile. "Of course I am, Max. Why wouldn't I be?"

His friend just shrugged while looking at him suspiciously. "You have been silently staring at the ground for the past....five minutes. Usually you'd be up and talking with guests in two."

Helion realized his mistake and quickly got up, rolling his shoulders before going down the steps of the dais, saying over his shoulder, "Stop saying nonsense, horseface and go socialize."

His silly words clearly had an affect on Max because he just rolled his eyes with a small smile before heading in the direction of a group of officials.

Helion began chatting, first with Kallias and Thesan, then with Tarquin and Eris, and finally, his favorite, Rhysand. When he approached the high lord, his mate and their court, Helion smiled warmly as he greeted them.

"Ah, my best friend and his beautiful wife."

Rhysand smiled slightly as Feyre giggled while Helion kissed her hand before lightly patting Rhys on the shoulder. "I don't remember us ever being that close, Helion."

Helion just shrugged him off as he greeted Cassian and Nesta, "Oh, we will one day, Rhysie."

Everyone laughed at that, causing Rhysand to shake his head with a sigh. Once he greeted Azriel too, Helion looked at the one guest he had hoped to see the most tonight.....Mor.

She seems to get more and more beautiful and attractive with each time he sees her and the red revealing dress she was wearing tonight clearly wasn't helping. He must have gone silent because Mor chuckled and told him, "Close your mouth or a fly might get in, Heli."

"I am just admiring my beloved."

Azriel scoffed at that as Nesta said, "You two never fail to disgust me when you get together."

Mor just rolled her eyes at the female before smirking. "Well, Helion the idiot is always the one to start so..."

Rhys intercepted before any of them could talk more. "As fun as it is to watch you two strip each other naked with your eyes, I think we should talk of other things, no?"

Helion turned to him, smirked and sling his arm over Rhysand's shoulder before leading him outside, followed by his family. "Of course we can, Rhysie. Didn't know you missed me that much."

Feyre laughed as she said. "You have no idea."

They sat down on one of the large, white seating areas with just as white, sheer curtains hanging above. Helion ordered his servants to bring appetizers and drinks before turning to look at the Inner Circle.

"Well, friends, anything new?"

Cassian laid back on the couch, causing Nesta also to lay back due to his hold on her waist. "If you call me and Nesta creating our own training academy something new then yes."

Nesta playfully hit him on the chest. "We were supposed to tell that together, you idiot."

Everyone chuckled as Helion smiled and clapped his hands. "Well that is some news! Very well done."

But then a thought reached his mind, Helion furrowed his brows and turned to Rhys. "Where is Amren? My tiny little firecraker?"

"You know, if she heard you say that, she would probably slit your throat right on the spot, Helion." Azriel muttered as he took his drink from the table.

Helion smirked. "I would love to see her try, I love feisty ones."

Feyre chuckled "Varian wouldn't be too happy about that either."

Helion's eyes widened in realization. "Is that why he isn't here either? I did think how strange it was that he wasn't stuck to Tarquin's side like he usually was. Wait- are they together? Is that why they both aren't here?"

"Someone had to stay back and guard Velaris. Since for the past three years Mor didn't have time to attend the balls but Amren did, this year she decided to stand back because Mor said she could make it to the ball. As for Varian...well he turned out to be more obsessed with her than he lets us in on. Wherever Amren is, Varian is there too. Right beside her." Feyre said as she leaned into her mates side, putting her head on his shoulder.

Helion nodded his head before looking at Mor beside him, "I see my charm is so irresistible that you just couldn't skip my ball huh?"

Mor rolled her eyes but her lips did twitch upwards as she teased. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Heli. I came here because I had nothing else to do."

Helion smirked. "Sure you didn't, sweetheart." Then he raised his hand with his drink and said, "Now let's drink for...well for me hosting this absolutely fantastic ball!"

He heard Rhys chuckle as they drank a few more times. "Can't believe I will have to see your face and stand your antics next year in my ball."

Helion smiled brightly as he looked at everyone. "Oh yes! Next year is your turn! Oh, high lord, you best believe I will be creating chaos!"

As the night progressed, Helion spent some more time with the Night Court before moving on to socialize with others, trying his best to give everyone attention. After a couple of hours, when the ball was still very much going on, he felt Mor come up beside him near one of the large and tall columns.

"How's it going, high lord?"

He sighed. "Why did no one tell me how hard it would be to have the entire faerie realms in your court? Minus Spring of course because Tamlin is acting like an insolent child."

Mor chuckled and took a sip of her drink as they both eyed the room. "Actually, last I heard, Tamlin was slowly regaining his court back. Apparently he is building better homes for his people and doing something else to bring his own court back. Whatever it is, it seems to be working."

Helion nodded. "Good. He is finally waking up. I should pay him a small visit at some point."

Mor put her hand on his arm, causing him to turn his head sideways to look at her. She smirked back at him saying, "Well, I don't know about the spring court but...we could pay a small visit to a bedroom."

Helion's smirk widened as his eyes hungrily took her in. "You know, I had been waiting to hear that from you all night."

Mor put her drink on a nearby table and grabbed his arm. "Lead the way, high lord."

As they both began weaving their way through the crowds, something caught Helion's eyes from the corner. A small, dark shadow.

It's probably Azriel's. His mind kept telling this to him but something wasn't right. Azriels' shadows were more of a dark black in color but this little thing....it was more of a purple-like. Atleast that's what he saw before it disappeared just as quickly.

As they began climbing up the stairs, Helion suddenly paused. No, his mind was too busy with overthinking that shadow to focus on Mor right now.

"What happened?" Her question made him turn back at her to see a confused face looking back at him.

Helion looked back down the stairs towards where the shadow was and then looked back at Mor. No, he had to know. What is going on? He was too intrigued now.

"I will be back." was all he said before he quickly went down the stairs without waiting for a reply, his mind too busy with finding that little shadow.

Ignoring the guests who tried coming towards him, Helion made his way through the crowds as he followed his inner voice and headed straight towards the garden at the other side of the palace.

The Day court's gardens were far more different than any other gardens. They are suspended on multiple levels, with each terrace floating gracefully in the clouds, connected by shimmering bridges made of sunlight and gold-veined crystal. The terraces themselves are made of pale, luminous stone that seems to glow softly in the daylight, reflecting the sun's rays.

The entire garden is bathed in a warm, golden light that filters through the clouds, casting everything in a soft, almost otherwordly glow. The flora are like any other. They are larger and more vibrant, with petals that shimmer like gold foil. The trees are tall and slender, their leaves a mixture of deep green and gold, sparkling as if dusted with stardust. There are waters within fountains that glow softly with their sheen light and statues made of crystal that captures the light and refracts it in dazzling patterns.

Overall, this place is Helion's pride and joy as he was the one who designed it and brought in all the flora. This is the calmest location in the entire palace and possibly Helion's most favorite for that very reason.

But this time, he was not alone. A mysterious cloaked figure was standing near a fountain, their back turned to him. Helion didn't want to call the guards because he knew that whoever this was, he could deal with them himself. Even a tiny part of him was telling him that he shouldn't attack whoever this is.

As if sensing his presence, the cloaked figure shifted slightly but didn't turn around. Helion took slow steps towards them, keeping his eyes focused on the figure, making sure he or she doesn't pull any tricks on him.

Once he reached them, he tried looking into their face but the hood made it impossible for him to even see their side profile."Do I know you?"

No answer.

Helion warily looked between them and the water before asking, "Uhh, you do not seem like someone I have met-"

"Tell Azriel that they are all dead."

So this mysterious impostor was a she. Her cool, icy and yet smooth tone made Helion feel both drawn and slightly unnerved by her. But it was that sentence that made him pause.

"What? I don't understand. Who is dead? Who are you?"

That is when he saw that small shadow from earlier reappear once again as the female said while suddenly turning and walking away, "I have to find who was behind it. I have to stop it. I will kill them all."

Helion was completely dumbfounded now which is something that he never was. He was always a step ahead of everyone, always aware of everything, always having answers to anything and everything. But this...this was new.

He quickly followed after her as she went deeper into the gardens saying, "What are you talking about? What is happening? Do you need help? Who are you trying to stop?!"

"I don't need any help. I simply came here to lure you in so that you could deliver my message to Azriel."

"Why can't you tell him yourself? Why aren't you in the ball? Where are you even from-"

"You talk too much, high lord. I must go, just let Azriel know of the news."

"Go where?!" and then, as if his mouth moved of its own accord, Helion said the words he wasn't even planning on offering aloud, "I can help you! Whatever it is, do you need help?"

She stopped, her back still turned to him and Helion wanted nothing more than to just rip that dark cloak away so that he could see her face. He could only imagine what she looks like if her voice was this beautiful.

"I don't need any help."

Helion scoffed before taking her shoulder, intending to turn her around but once he did that, the cloak fell down, and there was no one but dark purple shadows under it. The shadows too, soon disappeared, leaving Helion in shock as to what just happened.

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"Helion! Where were you? It's not really a good look when you leave your own ball for a prolonged time. Couldn't you wait some more before fucking someone in some corner of the palace?!" Maximus hissed at him the second helion entered the large ballroom.

Helion ignored his friend, heading straight for the inner circle. "Not now, Max. We will talk later."

"What-" but Helion just passed by Max, not giving him the time to answer. The moment he saw Rhysand, he quickened his steps as he reached the sitting area where Rhys and his court were. Mor was there, and got up immediately when she saw him.

"Where were you? What happened? Did something go wrong?"

But Helion ignored her words and just glared at Azriel, his clearly serious expression evident on his face because Rhysand immediately got up, asking, "What is it?"

"I saw a shadow earlier."

Helion saw the clear confusion written over everyone's faces, causing him to sigh and cross his arms. "At first, I thought it was one of Azriel's but then something in me told me to follow that shadow. So I found it, in the gardens...and I also found who it belonged to. Shocking information but....it wasn't Azriel."

That caused the shadowsinger to furrow his brows as Feyre quickly asked, "What? Then who was it?"

Helion tore his gaze apart from the winged male and looked at everyone. "Well, I couldn't tell, really. The figure was completely clothed in a black cloak and it's hood was covering her face but she was a female. Could tell by the voice. Anyways, I asked her who is she, what is she doing here and all those things but she didn't answer them. Instead, guess what she said,"

Helion didn't give anyone the time to respond as his eyes collided with Azriel's while saying the words, "Tell Azriel that they are all dead."

For the first time in his life, Helion saw the shadow singers stony expression change as his eyes widened, shock overtaking his features.

"Wait, wait- what?!" Cassian's voice too, was full of disbelief as he got up from the couch, staring at Helion.

Mor quickly looked back at Azriel. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Azriel also got up as his expression turned calculating. "I have no idea. Who- what- I don't understand. Who is dead?!"

They all turned to look back at Helion but he just shrugged, saying, "Well, I don't know either. She said that and then began walking away, saying over and over again that she would find who did this, stop them or kill them. I tried asking more, even offered help but the second I even touched her, the cloak fell down and there was nothing but air under it. How does one even disappear like that?"

Cassian whistled, chuckling. "Now that, is impressive."

"So a shadowy, cloaked, female appears in your garden, tells you to tell Azriel that everyone is dead, then proceeds to mutter to herself about murder and whatever else and then disappears just as mysteriously? I would love to meet her for sure." Nesta said with a small smirk overtaking her face.

Rhysand looked back at Helion, "Do we know how to find her? Where she may be? Whoever she is, whatever she is doing, it seems quite...important. Is she connected to Azriel in some way?"

Azriel shook his head. "We need to go, now. We need to get to work and whoever this is, I need to know what she means."

Feyre voiced her agreement as Rhys nodded and then looked back at Helion. "Let's inform one another if there are any leads on the matter. Get your best researchers on the job."

Helion nodded as he watched them winnow away, wondering all about the mysterious figure.

Who was she? Where was she coming from? What did she even mean?

And most importantly, why did Helion feel so intrigued by her?

Well, it's not often (actually, never) that he gets this interested and intrigued by someone but now, he was definitely curious.

And Helion was for sure not about to let go of whoever she is anytime soon.

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART FIVE.FIVE

Ohmygosh thank you all for being so immensely kind and patient while waiting for this. I’ve struggled with it being a 5.5 vs 6 based on how much content I wanted at a time, and it’s been an insane few days trying to balance writing with real life. BUT it is here, and even though it’s a bit shorter than usual, 6 is already nearing completion as well so fingers crossed I won’t have another perfectionist attack and it take another week to post.

Anyways enjooyyy the solely smutty .5 parts that have become a fun little extra between story-building chapters. <3 as always thanks for all the love, it truly makes my life so amazing getting on and seeing all the interactions from everyone.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY PLEASEE / public sex / Ken is beginning to get a bit more self confidence but also not so / mild bondage / oral m! and f! Receiving / fingering / edging / p! In v! / mild anal play / A LOTTA FEELINGS surprisingly and I hope you love love it and yeah

You bit into your arm to keep from moaning.

Life with Ken was fun and you had realized you enjoyed testing your limits. You’d come to the mall with Amber for the day for some shopping for the two of you, but the main plan had been to actually shop for Ken. He was enthralled when you told him he was the focus of the outing, mostly because he really had nothing that was his own save for a few pairs of clothes, and you wanted him to add onto your living space as he pleased.

What ended up happening to get to the present moment was that you had had a moment where you got distracted by a dapper suit in the window of a store, and Amber caught on, linking her arm through Ken’s and leading him into the store to find his fit so he could try it on. He happily went in to the dressing room but called for you shortly after, and stepped out for a moment.

Welpp. You were gonna ask that he never dress any differently again.

He stood there, the suit pants hugging his muscular thighs beautifully, his white collared shirt partially sticking out as he had half-tucked it in but not bothered to button it, but had still decided to put on the jacket, which accentuated his broad shoulders and somehow brought more attention to his visible abs. He held a black tie in his hand, handing it towards you. Amber leaned into you and sighed dreamily.

“Lucky. Fucking. Duck.” She said, something she had begun quipping often whenever she hung out with you and Ken, and she winked at you as she walked away to look around while you went to help.

You smiled and walked up to him, reaching to button his shirt.

“I don’t know how to do this, actually,” he chuckled, looking a little embarrassed, motioning towards the tie.

“I got you,” you grinned as the buttons made the shirt fit snuggly against his abs and chest, and you felt yourself becoming hot. “You look so fuckable, Ken.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” He leaned back into the dressing room to see his reflection in the mirror, and smirked at the way you were looking at him. He turned back to you and cupped your elbow with his fingers. “Do I need to fuck you while wearing this?”

“I wish you would,” you breathed in a whisper, and before you knew it he had grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dressing room, closing the door and locking it.

“Ken!” You giggled, trying to keep your voice soft so no one would hear as he attacked your neck with his lips, wrapping his arms around you, and you breathed in the smell of the fresh fabric with his scent. He would most definitely be leaving the store with this today.

“MMmhmmm?” His voice sounded deep from within his chest as he turned you around to press you into the wall, his mouth pressed beside your ear. “I’m so glad you wore a skirt today,” he breathed. “It’s always so much easier to access you when I want to.”

Without warning he pulled your panties aside with one hand and dipped his fingers into you with the other, and you bit into your arm to keep quiet.

“My y/n lets me fuck her anywhere I want to now?” He smiled and buried his nose in your hair, feeling the way you tensed around his fingers, already wet and ready for him without him having to do any foreplay. “You’re always so good to me.”

You let out a moan when his fingers pressed into your g-spot and began pumping quickly, bucking your hips as his fingers sank deeper.

“So needy,” he moaned softly, his mouth wetly sucking on your neck. You turned your head just enough to see yourself being finger fucked by him in the mirror, and your mind snapped itself back into place just long enough to see his already-hard cock straining against the snug pants.

“Okay, Ken, that’s enough,” you breathed, realizing you needed to calm him down enough to where he wouldn’t be walking through the mall with an obvious boner in his pants, even though the jeans he had worn into the store hid it just the tiniest bit better.

“Why, my sweet?” He wrapped his arm around your throat and held you gently, something he had begun doing when pleasuring you from behind so he could softly hold your head where he wanted you. You looked so sexy with your forehead pressed against the wall but right now he wanted your head upright so he could kiss along your jawline.

“Because we’re not really supposed to be doing this.”

“No one will know if we are quiet.” He was smiling boyishly, obviously enjoying the newfound excitement of discovering sex in a public place.

“You know I can’t keep quiet with you,” you said, and his fingers slowed their pace a bit as he contemplated that, but then sped up to their previous pace again, and you tried to hold back your noises.

“I believe in you,” he challenged, and pressed two fingers from his free hand into your mouth when you opened it to protest. You fell forward into the wall again, holding yourself up with your hands as you bit down onto his fingers to keep as quiet as you could as his finger-fucking of you sped up more, rubbing hard against your favorite area *just* so.

“Cum for me and I’ll reward you later,” he coaxed, and you shook your head. He groaned, loving the push-back. “Why are you being so stubborn?”

He pulled his fingers out of you, both of them, and you gasped as you focused on calming your breathing so you could prepare to go back out into the store hopefully not looking like you had just been fucked.

You heard the zipper of Ken’s pants and your heart jumped but you didn’t have time to react before his hand wrapped tightly around your mouth, almost losing your balance as he spread your legs open with his thighs, and pressed his tip into your entrance.

Your eyes shut tightly as you screamed internally at yourself to not make any noise as he didn’t press in any further than that, just moving his tip in little circles right inside you, pressing against your muscles that began spasming at the gentle stretching and teasing.

“We finish this now with my fingers,” he groaned, his free hand crushing its fingers into your waist as he forced himself to maintain control and not let his own pleasure take over, “or, I do this to you until you get shaky, and then I fuck you on my lap, here, in public, and see how well you can handle being quiet during that.”

You tugged at his forearm so his hand removed itself from you mouth, keeping your little gasps as silent as possible. “Fine, fine,” you squeaked, and Ken smiled as he nipped your ear lobe.

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his cock out and replacing it with his fingers within seconds, the sensation from shallow teasing to being penetrated deeply again sending shivers down your body, and you found yourself raising up on your tiptoes, almost as if trying to get away from the intensity of the sensation. You could see the entire scene out of the corner of your eye in the mirror, and it looked like something from one of those trash romance novels you used to sneak when you were younger then giggled about later with your friends at school.

Ken wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him so you could only lean your forehead into the wall again as he finger fucked you briskly to your climax, and Ken’s entire body felt like it was throbbing in response to the little noises you made as your legs gave out while you came, squeezing the arm holding you up with your hands for something to hold onto.

Ken kept you upright, his strong arm always holding you so easily, as he pulled his fingers out and sucked them dry, humming. “Always so sweet,” he purred in your ear, and your head fell back onto his shoulder.

He let go once you could stand again a minute later, and you watched, dazed in your post-orgasm glow, as he shed the suit swiftly and donned the clothing he had been wearing originally. He took your hand and walked you out of the dressing room happily, and Amber was leaning against one of the clothing racks, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face.

Ken smiled back at her as if acknowledging this was just a normal thing to do, and you buried your face in your hand. Amber grinned and took the suit out of Ken’s hand.

“You know what? This is my treat for you today,” she said, carrying the suit towards the cashier. “You’re welcome,” she winked at you, and you kept your face down to hide how red you had become.

You had to have Amber barricade herself between Ken and the dressing room at the next store, as neither of you had bought bikinis for the summer yet, and one particular pink one that you tried on had made Ken’s pupils blow up within seconds, and you had locked yourself in the dressing room as fast as possible to prevent another public sex-episode from happening.

“I know, big boy,” you heard Amber say, thoroughly entertained. “I get it. But you need to save that one for home. Or,” she smiled at him, “for the beach.”

“Sex on the beach?” You heard Ken ask, and you unlocked the door then and stepped out, back in your clothes, and glanced at Amber, giving her a look.

She held her hands up in mock protest. “I didn’t suggest anything he wouldn’t have thought of himself!”

You got home later after introducing Ken to boba tea - something that became his new favorite thing in the world, after you, of course - and Amber’s lips pecked your cheek as he departed from the two of you, winking at Ken once more as she closed your front door behind her.

You turned. “What did that mean?”

Ken tried acting like he had no idea what you were talking about, which he was terrible at.

“The wink. What did she tell you?”

“You’ll find out later.”

“How much later?”

Ken’s energy changed then, and immediately he snapped back into ready to fuck you the moment you’d let him. “Whenever you are ready to find out.”

You weren’t particularly horny at the moment but you also were terrible with waiting for anything, something you realized you were really hypocritical of considering how you were always telling Ken he needed to learn to wait better.

“I’m ready now.”

You expected Ken to tease a moment but, nope. He took your hand and walked you into the bedroom, setting the bags down by the wall and taking you into his arms to kiss you, already fiddling with taking off your clothes. Usually he would be stripping himself just as quickly but today you wanted to help, pulling his shirt over his head and fiddling with the button on his jeans. Ken watched you in adoration, helping you with the button, then letting you pull the jeans down his legs along with his boxers, letting his member free itself.

You smiled up at him as you reached for his cock, opening your mouth, but he caught your arm and shook his head. “Soon.” He pulled you up to him and coaxed you backwards until you were by the bed.

“Sit down,” he breathed, apparently excited for something he had in his mind, and he lowered himself to the floor with you, kissing you until you were sitting, knees pressed against your chest with your feet on the floor. “Stay here.”

He went to the bags and pulled out two, three…four?

“Ken, are those ties?”

Ken looked at you, holding the four pieces of silky fabric in one hand, walking back to stand in front of you. You looked up at him as he towered over you, his blue eyes blazing into you, and you wished you could see whatever the hell he was fantasizing about right now, even though you knew whatever it was that you were about to experience it anyways.

“Hold your arms out for me.” His voice was softer than it usually was when he was turned on, and you were even more curious now because that meant he was really engrossed in what he was wanting to do to you. You held your hands up to him, and he took one, pulling it sideways so he could fasten it tightly to the bedpost to your right.

Oh.

He repeated the same to your left wrist so you were bound in a t-pose, and his breathing quickened a little bit as he looked down at you.

“Open your mouth.”

Ohhhh fuck.

He held your hair on the top of your head as he pushed himself into your mouth, your entire body pressed back into the bed, being held hostage by the restraints. He exhaled shakily and his whole body remained stiff as he fucked himself into your mouth, your moans surrounding his cock. The visual of you like this, willingly letting him do this to you made it difficult for him to control himself. He pictured fucking roughly into you like this, feeling his tip pressing into your throat, hearing the noises you’d made and the way your eyes would look up at him as he took his pleasure, but, no, no no Ken, gentle. Be gentle. Don’t hurt her, she loves you, don’t push it…maybe she’d think it was hot? Maybe just the tiniest bit further - no, NO, don’t…

The voices in his head began to melt into a puddle as he got lost in your eyes looking up at him now, beautiful and the tiniest bit teary from how big he was, despite how softly he was thrusting in and out of your mouth.

“You like me fucking your mouth, princess?” He breathed, and you made a high-pitched noise in your throat that made him throb even harder.

He pulled out for a moment and you exhaled loudly, letting you caught your breath before nudging back in again, pumping himself in and out a few more times, testing pushing into you just a little further than he had before until he heard you make a soft gag, and he pulled out completely, kneeing in front of you as you gasped.

He looked deeply at you, hands holding your face, and you let out a breathy chuckled.

“Fuck, Ken, that was so hot.”

He crashed his lips into yours, tongue darting into your mouth as he moaned loudly. He didn’t know how to tell you how you made him feel. It was always so warm, like the perfect cup of tea filling him internally, starting in his stomach and pouring itself impossibly upward into his chest, his throat, his head, until he felt a little dizzy, and an almost painful sense of giddiness would follow, that “almost-pain” so intense sometimes that he felt like he didn’t know what to do with it, how to deal with it. Literally just thinking about you made him feel this rushed mixture of emotions, and although it felt amazing, it always faded with a rush of fear, and that hurt most of all. Most of the time he couldn’t even place where the fear was coming from, only that it consumed him like it was trying to kill him, and then he felt angry and alone and scared…and needy…and…if you weren’t there right then, every single time, so he could at least look at you, touch you, if the universe was being kind and he could fuck you right then and there until that awful fucking fear was soothed enough so he felt like his chest wouldn’t explode from the inside…

“Ken…..” he heard you giggle, his name floating into his ears like he was waking up from a dream. He opened his eyes, realizing you were working to speak with his lips consuming yours. “Ken, hey, baby,” you laughed again, and he came back to reality, pulling his face back just enough so your mouths weren’t pressed together.

He hummed as he looked at you, and you asked a question in a tone that indicated he hadn’t heard it the first time.

“I said, are you going to cum or not?”

Ken reached for the ties immediately. “Yes, but not like this.”

Moments later you were lying on your stomach, your legs stretched wide, tied up to the two bed posts that your hands had been bound to earlier, and Ken’s burning hot body was pressed into yours, hand wrapped around your neck to keep your face up so he could see your face, his other hand caressing the side of your breast, your waist, your hip, your ass.

“Your skin is so sweet,” he breathed, and if you hadn’t known better, you would have sworn he was drunk, the way he barely was slurring everything he said to you. “So *kiss* soft *bite* mmm…so willing for me.” He sucked on the back of your neck hard, and you jerked the tiniest bit when his teeth bit in, knowing you’d have another area your concealer would be needed for tomorrow.

“My perfect girl.” He slowly began inching himself down you, kissing each vertebrae as he went. You moaned loudly, loving the way he was getting lost in you so tenderly, your body relaxing yet shivering at his gentle lovemaking.

He kneeled between your legs, stretched wide and straight, his large hands grasping your ass cheeks to spread you open for him. You mewled when you felt the cool air on your exposed skin.

“My perfect little doll,” he breathed, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, and he leaned down to kiss at the base of your spine. “Always letting me explore her however I want,” you felt some warm liquid puddle onto your asshole and knew Ken had spit his saliva onto you. You tensed the slightest bit, not uncomfortable, just not used to feeling this before. “Always letting me play with her,” you felt one of your cheeks being pulled apart a little more, “and discover her…”

You gasped when you felt his thumb press onto your hole with mild pressure, rubbing in circles. He waited in silence, waiting you, listening for how you responded, as you felt a new pleasure radiate up into your stomach and groin that you hadn’t *exactly* felt before. You moaned softly, closing your eyes to experience it.

“Do you like this?” Ken asked.

You nodded slowly. “Yes, but…I’m not sure how much I want yet.”

You moaned louder as Ken leaned back over you again to place a kiss between your shoulder blades, pressing his thumb ever-so-slightly firmer onto your hole. “Let me know if you ever want me to try it again.”

”Yes, Ken.”

Ken pulled your head back by your hair to kiss you deeply again, removing his thumb from you, before kneeling upright, taking your wrists in his hands and pulling you backwards off the mattress ever so slightly.

“Can I fuck you now?”

Him asking surprised you, but you nodded encouragingly. “Please, Ken. I love when you fuck me -“

You were cut off, your words turning into a loud cry as he bottomed out into you, not giving you a moment to get used to his size like he typically did, and began thrusting into you roughly.

“God, yes, moan for me,” Ken’s voice carried through your ears as you worked through seeing stars from the unexpected intensity. “Be fucking loud for me, y/n. Let me hear who you belong to.”

He didn’t need to coax because you were already mewling and groaning and making those little sobbing noises that drove him insane when he was pushing you into that edge of so-good-it-hurts where you would beg him to let you breath if you could manage to get yourself to speak, which you usually couldn’t.

“My perfect girl. You always take everything I give to you.” His hips snapped slightly more downward and his tip roughly pushed its way into your perfect spot before stabbing past it deeply into you, and hearing the way you screamed he kept up that angle, dropping your arms finally so you could attempt to grasp onto the covers underneath you.

Usually you would writhe a little at this amount of intensity as your body struggled to process how overwhelmed it was becoming, but as your legs were tied up tight and your arms were tired from being used to hold you up so Ken would rail himself into you, you started begging Ken to let up just a moment as best as you could, your own words sounding disjointed beyond recognition.

Ken knew exactly what you were saying, though, and he leaned his body back onto yours, his thrust keeping their pace. He knew this meant you were close to your climax, and lately he had learned how to pleasure you in such a way that almost every single time he fucked you, you had a moment where you felt like you couldn’t handle it. He had also learned that this was one of his new favorite parts of sex, because not only did he get to watch you fall apart for him every single time, but he got to coax you through it, which made his own orgasm even more intense when it would come right after yours.

“Are you sure you need a break, my love? You’re taking my cock so, so well.”

You sobbed into the covers and he wrapped his hand around your throat again so he could list up your face, your eyes glazed and your mouth twisting around the hottest little sounds.

“Feel how deep I am in you?”

You shuddered and tried to scream, your voice catching as he emphasized his last statement with the tiniest bit of a harsher thrust, but you both definitely felt it.

“Only my cock can pleasure you this deeply, this beautifully. Only I can make your body react this way.”

“Y,y,…es, Ken.”

“Show me how much you need me to fuck you like this, all the time. Show me. Squeeze your perfect tight pussy around my cock and cum for me.”

You wailed as your orgasm hit and Ken memorized every moment, every visual, every sound as you rode out your waves of pleasure. He forced himself not to cum until you were finished, wrapping his free arm around your waist like he loved to do, burying his face in between your shoulder blades as he called out your name and panted into your skin.

”I love you,” he panted, letting go of your throat as you regained enough energy to hold yourself up by your forearms, his body weight still resting on top of you. His forehead remained resting in between your shoulder blades, and he kissed you there while his breathing calmed down. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist as he remained there, cock still buried deep inside you, desperately begging his mind and body to let your words soothe him as that fucking awful fear came creeping back up into him again out of nowhere. It felt like a hurricane battling inside his body and he kept his eyes closed, focusing on your scent, how soft and warm you felt underneath him, how real you were, how you were trapped underneath him, wrapped up tightly by his body.

“I love you, Ken.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Ken.”

“I love you, Ken.”

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Downright Gorgeous || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Summary: Request - Hi! Can you write a request about ‘86 Maverick where they’re like at the club or something and some other pilot tries to flirt with the reader and that makes the reader feel anxious and nervous, so when Maverick sees this, he gets all mad at the other pilot and protective over the reader and he defends her. Just something angsty and fluffy:) I’d totally understand if you don’t want to write it

A/N: Who doesn't love a good Top Gun 1986 Mav! He's so precious.

Pairing: Young Pete "Maverick"Mitchell x Y/N

Word Count: 3,400+

You’d known Pete for almost as long as your brother, Nick, had. He’d only beaten you by a few days. You were a Naval nurse that always seemed to be stationed close to your brother. The first time you met Pete was when he got sucker punched in the face by a rather handsome man in Tom Kazansky. He went running to medical and you were his nurse. He was enamored with you quickly, especially learning that you were Goose’s sister, twin sister at that.

After years of playful flirting and happen chances you were moved to Miramar right after your brother and Pete were shipped off. Curious it was. You missed him, truly, so it was a little exciting to get the call. The two of you were literally attached at the hip growing up, being twins and all. This was the loneliest time in your life, you’d be amiss to say you were jealous he’d found a replacement for you so quickly after he left for flight school. Those couple years between school and deployments were your least favorite as the two of you barely saw each other.

You were captured in that Mitchell charm rather quickly that first time you met him. It took you a moment to piece together that he was your brothers new friend. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was handsome as hell, even if he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d normally go after.

You knew you could look but couldn’t touch. Not with Nick’s best friend. He’d skin your ass alive, and you knew that. That didn’t stop you from forming a massive crush on him as you got to know him more throughout the years though. The two of you shamelessly danced around what could be on a daily basis. Nick knew there was probably something more there. Even if he tried to deny the connection the two of you had. He’d only be able to stop it for so long. But he’d keep trying for his sake. He knew as soon as Pete committed to somebody the time he got with his best friend would dwindle quickly. But, if Pete was going to get with somebody he’d be thrilled for it to be you.

You’d just gotten into Miramar and settled in when your brother invited you out to The Hard Deck for some drinks. He promised it wouldn’t get too rowdy knowing you were much more of a homebody rather than a party goer these days. When Nick casually mentioned that Pete would be coming with him you quickly agreed. Nick wasn’t stupid. He knew all about your silly little crush on his best friend. He could get you to go almost anywhere if Pete would be going. He then turned around and convinced Pete to go by mentioning that you agreed if he’d be there. Little did Nick know he was playing mini matchmaker as the two of you got closer and closer with each little activity he’d planned.

When you walked through the front door of the Hard Deck, after putting some effort into the way you looked because… Pete, your attention was drawn to the bar where your brother and Pete were already sitting, “Well I’ll be damned. Y/N Bradshaw out at a bar. A sight rarely seen.” He stood offering his seat to you as the bar had already filled out earlier on in the night than you’d expect. You’d be lying if you said you thought far too much of the little interaction. He was just being kind. You were his best friends twin sister after all. Nothing more, no matter how much you wished it differently.

You rolled your eyes punching him in the shoulder, “Keep that up and I’ll high tail it right out of here Mitchell.”

He winked leaning on your barstool rather than Nick’s, “Love that mouth on you Bradshaw.”

“Jesus, I’m sitting right here.” Nick sighed rolling his eyes at the two of you. Seemingly realizing the two of you were closer than ever at actually going for it. He’d seen Pete lay it on thick before, but this was something else.

Pete flicked his eyes over to his friend, “Wish you weren’t.” That got a laugh out of you. He was so fucking smooth when he wanted to be. Nick simply flipped him off before muttering something, grabbing his beer, and heading to the other side of the bar.

“Can’t believe that worked.” You laughed while flagging down the bartender to order your drink.

Pete smiled at you, taking in your appearance. You hadn’t a clue the massive crush he too harbored on you. Nick didn’t know for sure, but he thought he knew it was deeper than he was making it out to be. Pete wasn’t shy about making comments. He was always careful not to cross a line. But lately things were changing for the two of you. He was utterly pulled to you. Wanting to be around you at nearly every turn. Like two magnets drawn to one another.

“You should know by now Goose does what I ask him to.” He raised his eyebrows studying your face for your reaction.

“Does he now?” You asked leaning back after thanking the bartender for your pale ale.

Pete nodded slowly grinning right at you.

“Won’t be the same case for me. But you know that.” Not having a clue where the outwardly confidence was coming from you took a sip of your own beer eyeing him curiously.

Laughing, he nodded his head in agreement, “Trust me pretty, I do.” Pete smirked seeing the inevitable blush that started forming on your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time he’d used that name on you, but damn did it make your heart race. You wanted nothing more than to have him think you were pretty.

You decided to push it tonight because why not? Pete always pushed it, maybe it was your turn, “Pretty?” You asked leaning forward towards him, utterly interested as to what he had to say to that.

Pete raked his eyes up and down you sitting frame slowly, so slowly, “Downright gorgeous if I’m honest.” He nodded agreeing with himself.

“I don’t think Nick would like you saying that.” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the way he smiled at you. Like nothing you’d ever seen before with him.

“Goose isn’t around. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He leaned forward staring right at your lips. He surely wasn’t afraid to hide his desires. Desires you wished the two of you could act upon.

Before anything further could go on Pete was pulled into another conversation to his side, literally. A hand grabbed him and pulled him. You heard the groan as he turned back to you, “Be right back pretty. Iceman here needs some help.” He winked at you before receiving a clap to the back of the head earning a snicker from you.

It wasn’t five seconds later another person tried and succeeded in sitting at Pete’s spot, “I’m sorry, that spots taken.” You spoke not looking over. Truth be told you hated confrontation more than anything.

“Well, I’d argue it’s not.” A male voice spoke. You rolled your eyes finally looking over at him. ‘Course he was a pilot in those pretty white Navy uniforms you loved so dearly. He would’ve been handsome had he not opened up that ugly mouth of his.

“My friend is just using the restroom. He’ll be right back.” You looked around for Pete after losing him in the crowd to his pilot buddies. Your brother was long lost to the crowd as well. You’d just have to deal with the pig on your own.

“I’ll hold his spot until he’s back then, beautiful.” That got you to look at the sleezy man once again. He just wasn’t getting your hint.

This right here was why you avoided places like these. You peaked around once more feeling defeated not spotting any familiar faces in the crowd, “I’d rather you not.”

He laughed, a gross sound compared to Pete’s casual one, “Playing hard to get is adorable hun.” He cooed, mocking you. Surely a man who rarely got rejected. Maybe you should just get up and give up the spot. It wasn’t worth it at this point. This douchebag was being relentless, and he wouldn’t stop, you knew that.

Your frustration was evident on your face, he clearly wasn’t picking that up, “Please, just go, my boyfriend will be right back.”

He laughed that nasty laugh, throwing his head back, “Oh he’s your boyfriend now? Was just your friend a moment ago.” He leaned forward placing a hand on your knee. You jerked it back quickly without much of a second thought while sending him a nasty glare.

“Don’t touch me.” It didn’t sound as menacing as you’d have hoped. A shaky sounding voice exited as you’d prayed somebody would come and save you. The dude clearly didn’t have any boundaries.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He cooed at you again with that stupid smile creeping up all over again.

Lucky for you Pete had seen the interaction as he was keeping an eye on you. The dude seemed harmless at first until he laid a hand on you. Disgust crossing your face let him know you weren’t comfortable in the slightest. He had to do something. You were his best friends sister.

Before you could respond Pete did for you, “Get the hell out of my seat. The fuck is wrong with you?” Pete nearly growled. A sight you had yet to see from the man. It made you feel weirdly attracted to him at that very moment, a protective nature unfolding before you.

The man smirked while getting up from the seat, “The friend boyfriend I presume.” Shooting you a wink he turned back to Pete.

Pete shook his head, “Fuck off Lieutenant.” You saw the man glance at Pete’s status on his uniform indicating his recent promotion to Captain. There was something. The man rolled his eyes this time before walking away leaving you with an enraged Pete.

He turned to you looking you over. His expression softened seeing your irritated gaze, “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked looking you over, afraid of what the answer could be.

“I’m fine.” You looked away from him quickly feeling almost embarrassed at how quickly the entire thing escalated.

He sat down looking at you skeptically, “Are you sure?”

You nodded finding his concern more than endearing, “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound like it Bradshaw. The woman I know is usually a lot more decisive.” He pressed wanting to make sure you actually were fine. As much as you tried to deny it or wanted to hide it Pete knew you. He knew what your ticks were and handsy men were certainly one of them.

Closing your eyes, sighing, then taking a sip of your beer you thought for a moment, “I’m okay. You got here just in time. I just…” You paused not sure where you were going with it, “Never mind.” You spoke softly in frustration with yourself. Why was being real and vulnerable with him seeming so impossible? He’d been nothing but patient and kind with you, why were you having a hard time returning the favor? Digging down into the next layer seemed so scary, you’d never let anybody do it before. Maybe, just maybe, you were terrified to take the next step with somebody. Let alone your fucking brothers best friend.

Pete shook his head terribly unsatisfied at that answer, “No say it pretty girl. Stop hiding from me. It’s just you and me here, nobody is listening in.” He could see your eyes nervously trailing the bar. Like you were planning your escape. God, he really did know you and your mind because that’s exactly what you were planning, the great escape.

You gulped down a few drinks of the cold beer trying to find the nerve before continuing, “I just wish men would listen. I told him no five times and he wouldn’t take the damn hint Pete. It’s not the first time either. Seems like every time I come to one of these stupid bars this type of shit happens.” You sighed setting the coaster you were playing with in your hands down, “That’s why I hate coming out. It happens more often than not.” You admitted to him. Slowly you looked over to him, afraid of the reaction you would get from him. So often you’d get dismissed, your concerns tossed aside. It’s truly why you just stayed home. It was easier to avoid the situation entirely rather than get victim blamed for whatever action the man of the day decided to do.

You watched him process your words though. Really listen. A brief flash of hope surged through your body as he seemed to be the first male, other than your brother, who actually listened to you, “I know it doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to worry about that. I’m sorry we are like that…” This time he paused looking away from you, trying to find his words. Because this wasn’t easy for him either. He was Pete, the playboy. The guy who flirted with anything that moved. The guy who could get whatever he wanted. But with you? You made him feel special. You filled a void he’d been searching for. He was convinced that was why he was the way he was. He was searching for that something that he could never seem to find. Then he found you. But you were off limits. So, he doubled down and tried to find something just like you, or better. But that was a pipe dream, he knew it. Nobody was like you. Nobody could compliment him as well as you did. Nobody seemed to come even remotely close to challenging him like you did. You were quick, witty, charismatic, everything he was looking for in a partner.

You nodded listening to him. Before you could respond though he continued, “I won’t lie to you Bradshaw, I was one of those guys. Been one of those guys. Thought it was charming or some shit like that. But you’ve opened my eyes to it. A lot of these guys think they know better, they’ll never listen. They’re asshole pilots.”

You laughed at that, feeling a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. Pete was digging with you, willing to get deeper than either of you had before, “Like you? An asshole pilot?” You joked with him, wanting to lift the mood just a bit.

He pushed your side lightly, loving the banter between the two of you. That’s how he knew you really were okay. Or that you’d be okay. He’d make sure of it, that was for damn sure, “Oh pretty.” He tossed back the last bit of beer from his glass, snickering after he gulped it down, “You’re sitting with the biggest asshole pilot out here.”

You laughed at that comment, “For some reason, I don’t have a doubt in my mind at all.”

He grinned enjoying seeing you with a smile on your face once more. He adored that smile of yours, “Only in the air though.”

You pushed his side in return, “Now I know you’re lying.” You shot him a wink loving the reactions you were able to stir out of him.

“You’re nothing but trouble Bradshaw.” His laugh was infectious. You couldn’t help but to join in giggling with him. There was something about him that just made you feel so utterly like yourself, perfectly content.

Feeling overly confident you answered him, “I don’t think you’d have it any other way. I get the feeling you like it.”

He nodded, a growing smile on his face, “I do. You know what else I like?” He looked you over again, letting you know just how pretty he thought you really were with that smirk washing over his face.

You cocked your head to the side wondering where he was going with this, “What’s that?”

He grinned loving every second of this, “You, I like you Y/N.”

You were sure your cheeks were as red as a damn tomato, sure of it. Your heart picked up to a rapid-fire speed as you processed what he said to you, “You… what?” Was all your brain could think to spit out at that comment.

His smile only grew seeing you work through it knowing he had completely thrown you off your game. He loved doing that to you. The overthinker you were surely didn’t account for this though, “I like you. Isn’t it obvious Bradshaw? I call you pretty, flirt with you all the time, annoy your brother to death about you.”

The blush on your cheeks surely darkened at that, “You do? He’s never said anything.”

Pete nodded, “Don’t think he’s actively trying to hook his best friend and sister up.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” You laughed realizing how ludicrous it really did sound. Was this actually happening? He actually liked you?

When you went silent for a moment and got that far off stare he knew he needed to speak up, “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours Y/N.” He took your hand in his, a bold move. One he’d been dying to do for quite some time. Between the alcohol and the confession and your obviously good reaction to it all had him feeling a little bit more daring with you than he’d normally would have been.

“You like me?” You turned to him with a look of confusion on your face.

He nodded quickly, “I thought I made it pretty obvious.”

“You probably did. I’m just clueless sometimes.” You smiled relishing in the feeling of Pete holding your hand in his much larger ones.

“You don’t say.” He gave your hand a squeeze letting you take your time. Not forcing you into any sort of confession.

But you wanted to give him one, because damn did he make you feel all sorts of things, “I like you too. You know that?”

This time it was his turn to have that shocked expression cross his face, “You do?”

“A lot.” You nodded your head at him, “More than I probably should.”

He leaned in a little closer now, closer than he’d been before, “I’d argue against that Bradshaw.” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face he took you in at a distance much closer than he’d normally seen you. Breathtakingly beautiful, that was his conclusion.

“At the bar? Really guys?” Your brothers annoying as hell voice broke the concentration the two of you had on one another. Pete rolled his eyes while you turned away in embarrassment.

Pete sighed before flipping his eyes to his RIO, "Goose! Really man?” Pete threw him a nasty look before pulling away from you.

“That’s my sister.” He shot him an equally as nasty look with his arms crossed over his chest. If your face wasn’t as red as a damn tomato from the confession it surely was from getting caught by your brother.

“Adult sister who can make her own decisions.” You coughed making sure to insert yourself between the bickering boys.

Nick only flipped you off. Pete gave you a high five loving how you could get under your brothers skin just as deep as he could. He was convinced the two of you were made for each other.

Nick scrunched his nose getting that defeated look across his face, “I don’t condone this.” He pointed at the both of you.

“But?” You interjected knowing he had more to say. Nick always had something more to say.

“I can’t stop it either.” He shook his head before looking right at Pete, “Maverick I swear to God if you hurt her in any way… I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

Pete smiled knowing that was a valid threat, “I wouldn’t expect anything less Goose. Trust me though, I think it’s her you have to worry about. She’s going to break my heart.” Pete shot you one last wink before grabbing your hand in his. Letting Nick know just how serious he was planning to take this one. You weren’t like his flings of the past. You were different. You were you. He was waiting on you and here you are. Ready to start this life with him, one step at a time.

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[jovialmoonprincess]

AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 6)

In Silence, We Crumble

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader 

First Part. / The Winter Ball / Champagne Problems / Frost and Thorns / The Storm Within / In Silence, We Crumble

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Warning(s): ANGST IM WARNING YOU ANGST

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Y/N was in the Snows' penthouse living room, acting as if she hadn't shared the best kiss of her life with her friend's cousin a week ago. It was already late when Tigris answered the door and faced a worried Mrs. Plinth. Coriolanus would arrive half an hour later, questioning the situation. His gaze quickly passed over Y/N, and a nod of the head was the most interaction between them that night.

The woman pleaded for Coryo to help rescue Sejanus, even though the boy hated the idea. There was a phone call, and the boy and Mrs. Plinth left hastily. Y/N followed Tigris to her room.

"It's late; I can't let you go alone," Tigris said anxiously, probably because Coryo had just left for the arena again.

"Okay, I'll stay here with you," Y/N replied. It wasn't the first time she had slept at her friend's house, so it didn't take much to convince her mother. Whether she liked it or not, it would be good to have company that night. Y/N had stopped worrying about Coryo's death before the Games. She was more concerned about those around him and what he might do. Every day, she hoped some situation would help the boy reflect on the future.

"You know, when I took care of Coryo, I never imagined he would turn out like this," Tigris said while painting her toenails.

"Authoritarian? Conceited? Arrogant?" Y/N thought.

"Like what?" Y/N asked, saving the insults for when she saw Coryo in person.

"He sometimes looks a lot like his father. And that's not a compliment."

"Maybe we all have something from our parents, right?"

"I wish he were a bit more like his mother."

"What was she like?" Y/N asked.

"She was beautiful, intelligent, kind, sweet... She looked like a princess," Tigris said, smiling nostalgically. "Maybe Lucy Gray could help bring out that part of him, huh?"

"Did I miss something?" Y/N was confused.

"Oh, the whole Capitol is talking about them, as if they were a couple's goal."

"Couple's goal?" Y/N couldn't help but give a sincere laugh. "As if she didn't have bigger things to worry about."

"Coryo said they kissed a few days ago."

THE KISS. THE VISION'S KISS. She saw the two kissing through a cell. If she knew it was going to happen, why did it make her so uncomfortable? Moreover, another vision had been confirmed. Wasn't she doing anything useful to change his fate?

"And what did he say about it?"

"He said it was good, it must have been his first kiss. If not the first, the one that makes the heart beat faster, you know?" Good? That bastard...

"I know," Y/N said without thinking.

"DO YOU KNOW? Have you ever kissed someone like that?" Tigris was excited.

"Oh no, I read a lot of romances..."

"I see... Y/N, you have a lot of secrets, and I will uncover them." Y/N threw a pillow at her friend, who quickly caught it.

The girls quickly fell asleep after gossiping about life in the Capitol. Tigris was very worried; she didn't want to sleep at all, but Y/N managed to convince her after a lot of effort. The two chatted quietly until eventually, one of them stopped responding. But a noise during the night would wake Y/N up.

She looked at the clock beside the bed; it was 02:15 AM. She looked at Tigris sleeping peacefully on the left side of the bed, which, by the way, was quite large. Y/N got up quietly not to disturb her friend. She arrived in the kitchen and didn't notice anything different. She decided to heat up the tea that Tigris had made earlier for Sejanus's mother.

She poured it slowly into the cup when she noticed a silhouette in the living room. She put her hand over her lips to avoid screaming too loud.

"Coryo! You scared me." she said quietly to a battered Coryo in front of her. He was wearing a coat that covered the clothes he had left with. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing. Sejanus is fine. I saved the day; I'm going to sleep," he replied as he moved away slowly.

"Oh no, I'm going to make tea, and you're going to tell me what happened." Coryo had a zero-friendly expression. But Y/N guided the boy to the living room sofa, as if she didn't care about his anger.

In a minute, she reappeared with a teacup and some cookies that Mrs. Plinth had brought. She sat next to him on the couch.

"Eat, they're very good. They taste like Christmas." The boy seemed too beaten down to resist.

"I killed a tribute."

Y/N didn't know what to say; her mind couldn't formulate any sentences.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't have a choice."

"I know, and it wasn't your fault. The Capitol, Dr. Gaul, they are the real culprits for all this. You're just a pawn on their chessboard." She wanted to ask about Sejanus, but she didn't want to start another fight over it.

"What was it like entering the arena?"

"Sejanus is an idiot. With that damn tradition of breadcrumbs. Pathetic. If anyone needs proof of the backwardness of the districts, this is a good one. Primitive people with primitive customs. How much bread has been wasted on that nonsense? Oh, no, he died of hunger! Bring bread! This 'friendship' with Sejanus is going to cause me a lot of problems." Coryo spoke lowly, mocking the pain Sejanus felt for Marcus. And it was at that moment that Y/N saw in Coriolanus what Tigris had mentioned earlier. The air of superiority, the resentment. Y/N felt a lump in her throat and involuntarily moved away from the boy. Something he didn't fail to notice.

Y/N remained silent, she had nothing to say. In fact, her desire was to go back to her room and cry until she fell asleep.

The atmosphere in the room became tense, impregnated by Coriolanus's revelation about the tribute he had eliminated and his cynicism about the districts. Y/N, although initially speechless, felt a mixture of anger and hurt growing inside her. The silence was broken when she finally spoke, her voice loaded with restrained emotion.

"Do you really think all the districts are like that? Primitive and backward? That people deserve to die for a tradition, like leaving breadcrumbs on the ground?" Y/N gave Coriolanus a penetrating look, her own district origin pulsating in her expression.

Coryo stared at her for a moment, as if assessing her reaction. "I'm just telling the truth. There is no progress in the districts, just outdated customs that lead nowhere."

His response ignited a flame of indignation in Y/N. "And what makes you think you're better? That your vision of progress is the only correct one? Do you think all districts are made up of pathetic and hungry people?"

Coriolanus retorted with a disdainful look. "Of course, they're not all the same, but it's undeniable that there is a general delay. I'm just being realistic."

His answer was like an open wound to Y/N, who felt the words echoing in her mind. She knew she couldn't change the Capitol's perception, but hearing it from someone she considered close was like a punch in the stomach.

"So, do you also think I'm pathetic?" she asked, her voice trembling but firm.

Coriolanus hesitated for a moment, looking into Y/N's eyes. "It's not the same. You're different."

"Different? How? Because I also have a district origin" Y/N felt a mix of sadness and frustration.

"It's not that..." Coryo began, but Y/N interrupted him.

"You know I'm not different. In the eyes of the Capitol, I'm also an insignificant girl from any district. Don't be hypocritical."

He sighed, seeming to rethink his words. "Look, that's not what I meant."

"But that's what you said." Y/N's disappointment was palpable.

"You don't understand. It's different with you."

“No, it’s not,” Y/N insisted, distancing herself further from him. "You're just in denial because you still see me as a girl from the capital. Because I don't feel hungry anymore? Because my father built an empire during the war? Or because you just like me, and you lie to yourself."

The room fell silent for a moment, only the echo of the words spoken hanging in the air. Coriolanus seemed lost in thought, while Y/N felt the need to get away from his presence.

"I just..."

"I didn't want you to get hurt by all this," Coriolanus finally said, his tone softer.

"Do you think words don't hurt?" Y/N let out an ironic laugh. "Sorry, but you know nothing about what it's like to be from a district. What it's like to live in the shadow of the Capitol. Don't try to tell me it's different with me because it's not. Our childhoods were similar, but the war in the districts was by far worse."

Coriolanus looked at the ground, realizing the depth of Y/N's words. A persistent tension lingered between them, as if the broken trust had created an irreparable abyss.

"I didn't want..." Coriolanus began, but Y/N interrupted.

"I think it's better if I leave before I say something I regret."

Y/N stood up, casting a last glance at Coryo before leaving. 

"I hope Lucy Gray doesn't find out about your honest opinions on the districts. If you want to maintain a relationship with her."

The door closed behind her, leaving the boy alone in the room, engulfed in confusing emotions and growing pain. The night that began with gossip and laughter had now faded into confrontation and sadness.

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You may simply consider this a gush/confess if you wish.

There's something romantic to me in the complete trust involved in domination. Another person allowing themselves to become vulnerable and pliable for me.

I think its something Jushiro would enjoy. The trust involved I mean. Even in a non-sexual context. Just the intimate control involved in massaging someone (massage scenarios 👌👌👌).

Anyways, ramble done

-@dragon-anon

So anyway here you go! After a few months, I finally decided to come up with the massage scenarios/one shots for our beloved bleach captains! Our white haired angel Jūshirō being the first star of the show of course 🥰 Thanks a million for being so active here I appreciate it so much 😭🙏🏼, I hope you enjoy!👋🏽😋

🌸The Art of Touching You🌸

SS👀FLUFF💟MDI⚠️

-My take on massage one shot, story scenario thingies idk what you call them (from two different perspectives giving one, and receiving one) from 3 of our beloved bleach captains! Giving referring to reader x character and Receiving referring to character x reader

Lineup: Jūshirō Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, Byakua Kuchiki

Warnings: Some groping but we’re massaging so it’s kind of an occupational hazard, medium language, roaming hands, tongue kisses, moaning from pain relief(?), brat tamer byakuya! !Minors do not interact! Mostly sfw 😜

🌸Jūshirō Ukitake🌸

💠Giving: Jūshirō places the last box, scribbled in big black sharpie, “Living Room”, down on the fluffy carpet. Dusting his hands in a clapping motion, he sighs happily staring at the stacked boxes that laid waist to the living room. Some opened and some still securely taped from the move. Taking a lone lamp from the craziness, he places it next to the sofa and turns it on before shuffling to meet you in the kitchen for dinner ideas.

Opened Chinese containers, used chopsticks, and fortune cookie wrappers decorated the rough set up area you and Jūshirō called in for the night. “You’re so tense tonight Shiro,” you speak to him in gentle consideration, knowing just how hard he’s worked today to make this move happen.

Your thumbs press into a tough knot that had formed over Jūshirō’s left shoulder, “thank your for bringing all the boxes in today, my love.” You hum gently in praise for his good work. Jūshirō sits shirtless between your legs on the floor, his hair pulled into a messy man-bun as you took place on the sofa behind him.

A stupid reality TV show played as subtle background noise, your TV sitting upon the still-packed away TV stand. A disgruntled groan left Jūshirō’s lips now and then as you pushed on his tender muscles. “Not so rough now, babe.” He hisses through his teeth and forces his bottom lip in a soft pout. The pad of your thumb swipes in large circles over the knot repetitively. “I’m sorry Shiro, I just don’t want this thing getting any worse.” You swoon apologetically at him slowly working your hands up to the back of his neck.

You had figured to give the knot some rest before you accidentally bruise him there. Jūshirō hums contently at the feeling of your gentle hands squeezing the muscles where his neck meets his back, rubbing more gentle circles between his shoulder blades. You catch yourself smiling fondly when you see Jūshirō hang his head under your fingertips. Jūshirō closed his eyes, fighting off the sleep that hung over him with each rotation.

Massage work quickly became mindless with the passing time. Cackling loudly at the TV, you followed along with the episode. This show was straight ridiculous, with it’s over dramatized couples fighting for pathetic reasons. It gave you something to focus on as your hands gripped and groped your boyfriends strong arms —the same ones you couldn’t wait to be held in later. Jūshirō sat quietly with his arms hanging over your knees, holding onto your shins with his large hands.

Gentle moans leave his mouth as you hit a tense spot under his bicep. His soft noises turn your attention there forcing your movements into soft kneads, running the muscle up and down under your palm.

Jūshirō’s lanky body melted like putty as you molded and reworked all the spots once more. Rolling his head into your lap his eyes landed in yours. “I love it when you touch me,” his voice sounding soft and faint. He’s so pretty, you thought as your heart fluttered from the look on his sleepy face, it bloomed a blushing smile on your own. “Well, I love touching you,” you cooed sweetly at him, placing your hands on his face you leaned in to place a kiss on his soft lips.

Move in day had been a success, now your life together can truly start. Forever is out there somewhere but it started here, in this peaceful serenity first.

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💠Receiving: These late hours were surely going to be the death of you at some point, you thought rolling your neck around. Stretching your arms in front of you and locking your fingers together, you swivel around in your desk chair. “Time to finally leave,” you sang happily grabbing your purse and keys from besides your desk drawer.

The office was in desperate need of overtime workers, and making a little more cash sounded pretty good to you when the email was sent out. It originally was only planned over the holidays but it bled further into the advancing Spring Semester Quota. The money was good, but it was leaving your relationship stagnant and tense, and you solemnly missed your husband, his gentle embrace, his dazzling smile.

Spending more time at the office and less of it at home made for missing a lot of things. Birthdays, get-togethers, holidays, and dates all becoming stressors and ‘extras’, then being genuine memories you create with the ones you’re supposed to love.

Opening your door and stepping through the threshold, the entryway desk digital clock flashes 11:02 pm on its black LED surface. You quietly pushed the door shut behind you and took a deep breath of your home's comfortable air. The house was dim and quiet, Jūshirō was probably sleeping you thought sadly, but he had been nice enough to leave some lights on for you.

Hanging your purse on the wall rack you kicked your heels off on the rubber mat meant for household shoes. They perched against Jūshirō’s work shoes that lay so nicely side by side and up against the wall. You smile softly thinking of the beautiful life you’ve managed to create with the man you love.

“Are you just getting home?” Jūshirō’s smooth, quiet voice jolts you from your reminiscent thoughts and thwarted you back into reality. “I thought you’d be in bed by now,” you say in surprise to his sudden appearance on the stairway. “Couldn’t sleep,” he sighed leaning an elbow on the column to the railing. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you spoke, sounding rigid —this wasn’t like either of you but going weeks, months, probably, without one another has deeply rooted this uncomfortable tension. For you anyway.

You nervously bit your bottom lip and looked down at your toes as they wiggled on the cool, dark wood floor. “How was your day,” Jūshirō pushes, noticing the slight discomfort you presented in his presence. “Long. Exhausting, you know. The usual.” You sighed out, chuckling to yourself by your nervous reaction to your husband. It didn’t feel as if you had been married to him for 10 years, but you certainly had. Getting married in your early twenties, and starting adulthood early got you here, in your own beautiful home with Jūshirō.

Taking a the last step down to your level, Jūshirō prowls behind you like a tiger, eying you up and down in your sleek pencil skirt and frilly white blouse, admiring how fitted it was around your waist. “What are you doing?” You ask stilling in your spot as he stood at your back. “What I can’t hug my wife?” “Maybe, give her a much needed massage after a long day?” Jūshirō chides you jokingly.

He laughs heartily, draping his arms around you from behind, swaddling you up against his solid chest, trapping you there. “I just-,” you stop, feeling an ache in your chest. “You work a lot.” Jūshirō began, “but, that will never change how much I love you.” His patience and fiery warmth, left you with fuzzy feelings and a deep blush covering your face. Tears collected at your corners, threatening to fall down your cheeks as you had assumed Jūshirō was fed up with your schedule.

He gently released you with a kiss on your temple. His big hands landed on your slouching shoulders. With steady and continuous pressure, he squeezed and unsqueezed your exhausted body. Pressing and ringing out your built up, untamed stress. For weeks, it had felt like the world was taking residence upon your back. Getting heavier with each passing week of long days, and 35+ hours of overtime. Jūshirō provided you with the care you desired at the exact moment you truly needed it.

Jūshirō pressed both thumbs in between your shoulder blades and rubbed in deep circles there. He could feel your upper back crack under his thumb pads. You groaned deeply with his generously applied pressure in the sorest part of your body. Your slouching habit had developed and matured to an unhealthy amount of time spent that way. You swore to yourself to correct it eventually, and Jūshirō’s loving massage was helping wonders, you couldn’t possibly ruin it by slouching more tomorrow.

Moving his fingers up to your neck, Jūshirō pushes your head down to elongate your muscles and making his thumbs trek easier along them. Swiftly up and down, his long thumbs roamed, stretching out the taut skin. “Fuck..” you breathed through your nose, the pressure was hard to bare but so needed. You dared not to halt Jūshirō’s skilled fingers.

What had meant to be a quick, simple, and loving gesture turned into a long, deep tissue massage standing in your entryway. Jūshirō kept rubbing and squeezing because he noticed just how much you sank into his touch, relaxing as you stood under him. It was sweet, and the first time he’s got to see you so relieved in weeks. The comfortable silence, your soft breathing, and little groans flooded Jūshirō’s heart with such warming joy, he couldn’t resist the grin on his face.

All these years, good and bad, you have always been a hard worker and a dependable person to him. Even now, Jūshirō understood that everything you’ve done as of late, was for the sake of your peaceful life together. Even if you never noticed the hard work you put in, Jūshirō saw it and appreciated everything you had ever sacrificed for him and your happiness together.

Kissing the back of your head, Jūshirō pulls you back into his arms overflowing with adoration for you. “I love you my dear,” “thank you for everything that you do.” He speaks softly in your ears as the clock strikes midnight.

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🌸Shunsui Kyoraku🌸

💠Giving: The radiant sun beat down on Shunsui’s tanned, muscled back. Laying underneath and soaking up the UV rays on a lounge chair, Shunsui’s long brown hair gently swayed in the salty wind as it was collected at his shoulders and upper back. This vacation was the best idea you had come up with by far.

Getting tired of the rural, in the mountains, Japanese getaways you two usually plan, this one was different. This one, landed you in the tropics of the islands. Palm trees, salty sea spray, hot golden sand, a cozy balcony, and an impeccable view of the vast blue ocean from the presidential suite, spoke of luxury and deep relaxation for you both.

A couple bottles of Tequila and Rum lay empty on the ground around Shunsui’s napping body. His beloved sake being scarce around the island, he’s had to settle for something more attuned to the culture around here. Finding out that he’s terribly addicted to piña-coladas was shocking, even for him. The fruity drink had quickly become his favorite choice anywhere you two had settled for drinks and food.

Opening the balcony door, you sway onto the warm cobbled stone of the beautifully decorated area. A colada and a chic glass filled with a sex on the beach in your hands. Gaudy pink sunglasses cover your eyes, protecting them from the sun. You place the drinks on the glass end table between the lounge chairs and slowly crank the umbrella over the sitting area. Your sheer white sun cover twirled in the breeze, slinking across your smooth skin and down your shoulders as you sat across your sleeping, incredibly handsome fiancé.

“I had some drinks ordered for us babe,” you said with a cute smile on your lips. Kicking your bare feet out and crossing them, you lay relaxed on your palms as they sink into the plush cushions. Shunsui’s smoky eyes peered open at you and a lazy smile grows across his face. “Mah, look at you,” “looking all delectable and delicious underneath the blue sky,” “my lady, is smokin’,” “and I’m one lucky man,” His deep voice purred as he pushed out his lips out against the soft cloth in admiration.

Pushing himself from his position he reaches for his colada and falls back in place on his belly. Missing the straw a few times before catching it with his lips, he finally pulls a first sip, humming happily as the pineapple and coconut flavors exploded in his parched maw. Bringing his golden aviator styled glasses down over his face, Shunsui sprawls back out on the chair, resting his head on crossed arms.

Seeing him so relaxed and carefree was rare, you gazed lovingly over his slumped body. Recently his job has become his entire world. Even at home, he spends long hours in his study, reviewing purchase orders, numbers, and stocks. So studying him now, soaking in all the fruits of his labor was satisfying for you, to say the least.

Sipping down your drink and setting the empty glass down on the table, had made room for some playful thoughts to cross your mind. Without thinking, your body crawled over his back. Spreading your knees you sat down on the back of his thighs and ran your fingers up his smooth, hot back. So warm, and such a pretty color- you thought as his burning skin moved under your fingers. A warm groan leaves Shunsui as he feels you spread your hands over his back, pushing up his spine and back down again.

“Where’s all this coming from, petal?” Shunsui hums, sorely hiding his appreciation for your efforts within his question. “I honest to God, couldn’t give you an exact answer, my love.” “I just felt like touching you, and,” “you work very hard.” “For me, for you, for our life together, and for your company.”

Your pure honesty made Shunsui’s heart swell up with emotion in his chest. He smiles fondly from your genuine words from where he lay under you. “Now look at us, living it up in the tropics,” you say the sound of your laugh getting lost in your words. “Think of it, as my token of appreciation for you, baby.” You coo. Your smile never leaving your lips, as you leaned down to place supple kisses on his shoulders.

“This was all your idea, my love.” “The best idea, might I add,” Shunsui teases playfully, grinning now after hearing your happily given praise. Your hands continue their exploration over the expanse of his back. Your eyes scanning all his delicious muscle lines, remembering each little freckle and sun spot that decorated his broad shoulders and upper back.

You knead his lower back and up his sides, quieting a moan that bubbles up as you felt his muscles flex under your hands. He’s so fucking yummy —your mind fills with all the times he’s flexed during sex, and how it drove you wild every time. This time was no different. Shunsui’s physique alone, was enough to make you drool like a puppy waiting for a treat.

You simply couldn’t help yourself as you laid down over his body and started smooching his skin. Your swimsuit covered breast pushed against his back as you arched into him. Softly licking and nibbling at him with your plush lips. “Mm fuck, petal.” “Keep doing that and you’re gonna have a hard problem in your hands” Shunsui drawls out, tugging on his lower lip between his perfect teeth. “I just can’t help myself Shun,” “I can stop, if you want me to.” You pout with a sly grin on your face. Knowing him, it would be the last thing he’d want. “No, no, no.” “Please, continue.” He spit out quickly, making you giggle as you already knew.

Your playful teasing, flirtatious giggles, and roaming hands turned into heavy panting and shrill screams as Shunsui soared you to brand new heights, right there on that lounge chair. The evening panned perfectly, ending the day with shaking legs, soft kisses, and some damn good sleep in the cali king bed. Prepping you two for another day full of adventure as you sank deeper into your week long vacation, with the love of your life.

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💠Receiving: The sound of water hissing as it’s tossed on hot stones sizzled through the air. The thick, humid heat of the sauna stuck to your skin as you slouched against the wood paneling. Shunsui ladles another hefty dose of water over the rocks, filling the room with more steam. His built body glistened, slick with sweat and his chest hair clinging against his pecs. Leaning back on the wood Shunsui places his arms on the ledge behind you, breathing in deeply as his sore muscles relaxed with the soothing heat.

You lean into his body, your towel straining to hold up against your cleavage. Shunsui’s eyes glance down at your body as you move into him, your skin effortlessly slides against his and it’s kind of a turn on — he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. A gentle smile spreads on his lips from your close contact and the delightful view of your towel squished bosom. “Well aren’t you just adorable,” Shunsui coos at you, blush covering his cheeks as he peered into your owlish blinking eyes.

“I figured you’d be to hot to cuddle in here,” he says affectionately, bringing and arm down and around your shoulder. “It is but, it’s a good kind of heat,” you admit smiling as he presses you against his bare chest. “This is really helping,” you say quietly, making Shunsui look curiously down at you. “Are you sore?” He inquires with a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, a little,” you sigh deeply through your nose, the hot air stinging your nostrils. “I’m so sorry,” “I tried to be gentle this time, I swear!” Shunsui pouts squeezing your shoulder under his palm. “Not from that you pervert!” You screech, playfully smacking his chest over and over.

“If not from that,” “then why are you sore, my love?” Shunsui grins, chuckling at your reaction and embarrassedly blushed face. “I did something to my shoulder,” “I don’t know what, maybe lifting something,” “but it hurts anytime I move it.” You explain, gently rotating your shoulder. You wince with a grimace as it came around full circle. “I see, do you want me to rub it,” “maybe the heat and my skilled hands can help relieve some of that tension,” Shunsui flirts, playfully pursing his lips at you. “I would actually really enjoy a massage right now,” “but don’t get any ideas Kyoraku!” You hiss, hoping your tone will sate that sexual demon that dwells in the pits of Shunsui’s mind.

“On my life,” “I just want to help you feel better,” Shunsui says placing a large palm over his heart. “Okay, I believe you,” you say with a shrug swiveling around to face away from the man. Lifting his heavy body, he flows with your movement as he placed his fingers in your towel, tugging it gently. Swatting his hand away you peek behind your shoulder, “you just said you’d help, what do you think you’re doing?” You glare at him, Shunsui lifts his hands quickly away from you as if you burned him. His pitiful face gleamed back at you, “Nothing! I’m trying to move the towel so I can get more room for my hands,” “honest.” He swore still not bringing his hands down.

“You could’ve just said that, I am so sorry,” you laugh out loud feeling stupidly relieved. “Anywhere else I wouldn’t be so on edge, but this is a public sauna,” “anyone could walk in at any time.” You rambled on apologetically to Shunsui as he lowered his hands to his lap. “It’s okay,” “I understand my love, no worries,” he grinned, his handsome smile beaming back at you. His calm demeanor allowed you some room to relax as you took your place facing away from him. Shunsui tries again this time with notification about the removal of your towel, making you snort with laughter.

Gently pulling your towel down you went to hold the front of it over your chest, modestly trying to cover your soft mounds from any random eyes that may intervene. Shunsui’s large palms run up your back, pushing inward against your spine. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles and a squeal that roused from your mouth, it tickled. “Shun baby, you need to do more pressure,” you said through your fits, arching your back away from his hands. “I’m ticklish! you know that,” you pouted, groaning as your tummy hurt from your laughter.

Shunsui sat behind you silently losing himself in his own laughter fits, his shoulders shook as he clasped a hand over his mouth . “I’m sorry petal, let me try again,” he says forcing his fits away. His sudden serious demeanor change wasn’t helping the situation, as you two fell right back into a spree of fits together. “Okay seriously, help me!” You whined out, still laughing at the current humorous situation.

“Yes of course dear,” Shunsui said with a wide smile still on his face. Moments like these were so precious to him. When you two were goofy together, everything in the world felt possible. Calming himself Shunsui raises his hands once more, this time settling for your shoulders first. His strong rough hands squeezed hard, forcing a groan to leave your throat. Gently pressing his thumbs in time with his squeezing hands felt like pure heaven, the steamy air relaxed your muscles making them more pliable under Shunsui’s duress.

Strongly gripping your shoulders, Shunsui moved them in gentle circles, reveling in the sound of your moans. Knowing he could make you moan without the sex was incredibly satisfying for him. Learning to please you in other ways was beneficial information. Especially, if you two decided to keep this friends-with-benefits thing going. Shunsui loved you, deeply, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. Nervous that you would reject his offer and never speak to him again. That was his biggest fear, he simply couldn’t survive your rejection. One day though —he hoped and held faith that it would happen, that maybe you felt the same for him.

Running his grip down your arms and roaming them back up and over your shoulders had you in pure bliss. You swayed freely with his hands as they took care of you. “I’m gonna touch your back,” Shunsui warns as his fingers rest on your shoulders. “Thanks for the heads up, chief,” you acknowledge with a thumbs up, bracing yourself for his touch. Pressing his fingers in your shoulders, Shunsui drags them down to the tips of your shoulder blades. “You okay?” He hums before continuing, being very cautious now about your ticklish nature. “Yeah..” you respond weakly, feeling the excitement bubble and roll in your belly.

Laying his hands flat on your back, his thumbs swipe up and down the blade. Shunsui digs his thumbs and palms into your back and slowly moves them around. You could feel the excitement leaving as you surrendered your vulnerable back to his hands. The gentle rotation lulling the tensed muscle that was causing your shoulder pain. “You really are skilled with your hands,” you groan out feeling the pinched muscles release. “I’m happy to hear that from you y/n-chan,” Shunsui smiles gratefully, happy to make you feel good.

Not long after starting the rejuvenating massage, someone else crashed the party as they took place on the empty side of the sauna. Helping you tie your towel back in place, Shunsui apologetically shrugged at you. Shunsui was upset himself to, as he started to enjoy the feeling of your weight sinking into his hands. Figuring it was about time to head back to your room, Shunsui takes your hand and holds it the entire way back. Silently hoping you would let him continue his handiwork, and maybe a little more.

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🌸Byakua Kuchiki🌸

💠Giving: The front door swung shut, closing gently with a click as it met the threshold. Byakuya takes a hefty swig of his water bottle before hanging his mesh gym bag on the coat rack. “How was your work out?” You ask from your pile of blankets and bowl of chips on the sofa. It was about 3pm in the afternoon, and you had decided today was the day you did absolutely nothing. It was your last day off out of the week, work and being productive were the last things on your mind.

Puffing on your peach mango vape, you mindlessly watched criminal history and murder mysteries on YouTube. “It was good,” Byakuya says as he strolled to you in the living room, where you sat perched in the corner of the sofa.

The lives you lived together were entirely different from one another. Byakuya was up early, 7am on the dot. Creating his to-do lists and making a healthy breakfast before he headed to work or the gym. While you on the other hand, woke up late often, worked, came home, barely ate unless reminded, smoked your weed, and played your video games when you had the free time. Separated, but perfect when meshed together.

Instead of sitting on the couch with you, Byakuya grabs one of the decorative, large sitting pillows and sits on the ground, in front of you. Laying his head back he can feel your shins crossed underneath his neck. “Is this all you’ve done today babe,” Byakuya teases you with a smile. “Yeah? What of it?” You furrow your brows, the sarcasm in your voice poorly hidden as you stared ahead at your video, hitting your vape again. “Just curious,” Byakuya chides, his smile widening as he lowered his head to what you were watching.

Grabbing the sides of his head you leaned down to him, “What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” You joke as your smooch his head over and over. Byakuya blindly reaches around with his hands until he found your head, “Don’t test me little girl,” “you’ll be sorry,” he says playfully before leaning his head back once more. Your lips holding a crafty smile hovered above his, “Oh, is that what you think?” “You don’t scare me, you big teddy bear.” Your smile grows bigger as you ended the teasing match. Kissing him softly for tax, you lean back and break free from his clutches.

As Byakuya lowered his head he twists it with his fingers forcing a few loud cracks and pops, as his neck released. “Whew, that was a good one,” you acknowledged with a small golf clap. Chuckling at you he grips the back of his neck and rubs it softly. “My neck has been giving me hell the last few days,” Byakuya sighs as he heavily drops his hand into his lap. “Hey..” he paused hoping you were paying attention, “you wanna rub me down?” He asks. With a mouth full of chips and a wave of your hand you respond, “later, this video is finally getting good.” “I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Byakuya says a blush covering his cheekbones.

“A massage babe,” he says bringing his hands together in front of him. “But babe, it’s my last day off,” you whined with pouty lips, still dedicated to your long list of doing nothing today. “Please babe,” Byakuya says with his eyes clenched shut and a whine equally as loud as yours. “I’ll love you forever,” He says rolling his head into your lap, his hands still clasped together in prayer. You groan loudly with an eye-roll, “Okay fine, just stop your whining you big lug.” You say with slight irritation as you pause your video and resort to some music to fill the quiet instead.

“C’mon, Take off your shirt,” You shrug with a sigh, curling your fingers in an upward motion. “You don’t gotta sound so excited to see me shirtless, babe.” Byakuya says laughing as he hoists his soft grey shirt over his head. His long raven black hair fell down his shoulders, and over his chest as he crumpled his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“I’ve heard just about enough out of you,” you snark at him as you gather his hair and push it all to one shoulder. “Lean forward so I can see what I’m working with,” you say as your hands gently push on his shoulders. “Yes mamas,” “anything for you,” Byakuya schmoozes with pursed lips, feeling all to giddy about your hands touching him.

Leaning forward and settling there, you smack your hands harshly down on his shoulders, and lazily flail your hands across his upper back. “Hey, Hey!” Byakuya barks raising his arms to break up your goofy movements. “Behave,” he said with a grin laughing with you. Your giggle fit subsided into a smile as you start squeezing on his sculpted shoulders. You begin his massage by pressing your thumbs into his muscles, slowly scrunching your hands from the sides of his shoulders to his neck.

Byakuya sighs gently, hanging his head to give you more space for your fingers. Rowing your thumb pads under his neck, you start pushing your thumbs along the bone in an upward motion. “Shit…” Byakuya breathes his hair hiding his clenched jaw as you had already found the exact spot that was hurting him. “Right there babe,” he says as his head fell further. “Do you need more pressure?” “Or is this okay?” You ask him hoping you weren’t being to rough. “It’s perfect,” he hums a smile spreading across his face.

Soft music lulled over your nice sound system, as rain began to tap and drip down the living room windows. Byakuya rested his elbows on his knees as you continued your slow presses into his neck. “Fuck that feels good,” Byakuya groans, “thank you babe, seriously.” He continued, moaning as your thumbs find a good rhythm and pressure along his neckline.

“You owe me later,” “hope you’re aware of that,” you say with a few swipes of your thumbs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” Byakuya waves you off, enjoying his massage to his fullest capabilities. “Whatever I want, you say?” A big grin sprawls over your face as possibilities started swarming your head. “Oh boy.” Byakuya says almost regretfully, as he knew you would come up with the most obscene thing for him to do later.

After a moment of your silence, worry quickly exuded from Byakuya. “Okay out with it woman,” “What do you want in exchange?” He inquired carefully, bracing himself for something silly like a strip tease, or walking around the apartment bare-ass naked for the night. “Hmmm let me think about it,” you say softly, taking some consideration and deliberately thinking over your options. “I think I would like,” you drawl out with a hum. “I think I would like a bouquet of roses,” “a nice dinner on the boardwalk,” “and a pint of Ben n’ Jerry’s ice cream.” “Yeah that sounds nice,” you squint, nodding your head in approval.

A loud sigh of relief leaves Byakuya’s lips. “Oh thank god,” he says breathily, placing a palm over his chest. “I was preparing for something way worse,” he says chuckling, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he truly believed you’d make him embarrass himself. “What like a strip tease?” You ask curiously, “that was one of them yeah,” Byakuya’s laugh suddenly switching to nervousness.

“Fuck man! that would’ve been such a great idea,” you sway backwards with howling laughter, “can I change my idea?” You say with a wide grin and your hands clasped together. “Absolutely not!” Byakuya said shaking his head quickly and waving his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Oh c’mon, no fair!” You whine again, sorely wishing you had said the strip tease instead.

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💠Receiving: Byakuya settled into the steaming bathtub, extending his hand towards you he helps you in. Taking his slender fingers in your own you gently step in, the water feeling hotter than usual.

“Something the matter?” Byakuya stated, peeking at you through his free falling bangs hanging out from his put up hair. “No, not at all,” you wave your free hand, trying not to provoke him in any way. “Why are you still standing then y/n?” “Get in.” His voice sounded demanding when he spoke, spooking you just a bit. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” You submit quickly biting your lip, hearing his voice like that always riled you up.

“You’re sure nothing is wrong?” Byakuya pressed, his gentler side coming out to play. “No sir, the water was just a little warm,” you say settling between his long, muscular legs. “I’ll be sure to mention that to them,” he said smoothly, his arms laying on the rim of the pristinely white tub. ‘Them’ referring to the house servant’s that were directly employed under Byakuya.

Being a big time CEO and multimillionaire came with its perks, and dating one was a new experience for you. You had never seen yourself in a big fancy, modern loft that overlooked the bustling city. Yet here you were, sipping on bubbly champagne in the same tub you and Byakua bathed together in during the week.

The steam filled bathroom smelled faintly of Byakuya’s expensive cologne, and plenty of jasmine and sage. That being the choice of bath oil he had picked for the night. Falling back gently you laid your naked body down on Byakuya’s solid chest. Your head swept to its natural position on his left shoulder.

His muscles felt good against your back, you hummed in contentment at the feel of him there. This being, the only real intimate time you got during Byakua’s busy schedule. It was always the thing you looked forward to since he always cleared that schedule, just for you.

Your arms snaked around your stomach as you got comfy on your boyfriends body, the hot water lapping just above your chest. Byakuya was silent, his eyes were hooded as he breathed your essence in. Your close proximity, and the view of your naked body underneath him made his palms itch to touch you.

Bringing a hand from the side of the tub, he gently touches your shoulder. Dragging his finger up your neck he watched as your head fell further, exposing the whole side of your neck. studying your beauty in all its glory. He swiped your loose hair behind your neck, watching as it made contact with the water, the strands soaking it up against his collarbones.

“How was your day, beautiful?” His smooth voice reverberated in the quiet room. “It was okay.” You breathed out, playfully swishing the water with your fingers. Nothing of extreme importance had happened today, you thought. You just patiently waited all day for work to be over with, so you could be swindled up in your bath time with Bya.

“Just okay?” Byakuya asks curiously his lips curling up in a crafty smile. Still gently running his finger up and down your neck, he slowly moves his hands down in the water. “Yeah, I’ve actually been waiting for this all day,” you giggle from his light touches, goosebumps popping up on your skin that lay uncovered by the bath water. The sound of your laugh exploded in the room, as Byakuya’s sneaky free hand gripped your side under his fingers. His surprise attacks were always so cute, it was like he had a sonar for knowing the right exact time for any and everything.

Pushing you up with his body he runs his hand along your belly holding you steady against him. Your squeals and happy giggles made what was usually a cold heart, warm and full. He grinned against your soft skin, slowly smooching your exposed neck. “Oh, you’ve been waiting?” He growls against your neck, lightly biting your sensitive skin. “Ah! Yes sir!” You squeak out from the feeling of his canines digging into your neck.

“Me too, baby.” He agreed honestly and kissed the bite mark gently in truce. “I love bath time with you Bya,” you replied cutely placing your hands on his knees that sat above the water. “I love it too,” Byakuya replied softly as he held you gently from behind, his head being sported on your shoulder.

Kissing the space behind your ear, Byakuya scoots back just enough to put some space between his body and you. His hands sat at your waist, his thumbs resting against your lower back. Bath time usually consisted of you two chatting, drinking, relaxing, and massaging one another.

That’s why it was your favorite, all of Byakuya’s time, affection, attention, and hands were implied for your care and only that. Gently pressing into your back with his thumb pads, he rocked his thumbs back and forth working on your tense muscle there.

Byakuya never talked about your job or what you did for a living. He simply didn’t have the time, or the interest to delve into your personal life that way. He could take care of you for the rest of your life with the money he had, but you needed your independence — which he throughly understood. But your body was always so tense and stressed. It would be wrong for him, not to be concerned about what the hell you were doing at work all day.

It truly didn’t matter what you did, where you went, who you were with. As long as you always returned to him that’s all he needed from you. So that he could care for you and make sure somebody does something about your stressed body, because you surely didn’t —brat. Byakuya smirks as his mind ran with thoughts of you.

With open hands he runs his pressed thumbs up to your middle spine, holding onto your sides gently. His fingertips skimmed the sides of your breast forcing a breathy moan to leave your parted lips.

Byakuya watched intently as he worked your muscles under his thumbs. His eyes devoured your smooth skin and the way it glistened under the warm light, little water droplets decorating the expanse of your shoulder blades. The fragrant, expensive bath oil did wonders with your tired skin while also making it easier for Byakuya’s fingers and thumbs to work it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he purred in adoration, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, as always sir.” You say quietly, your body relaxing deeply from his pressurized movements. Straightening out your back, Byakuyas skilled hands move to your neck.

Gently placing his hands at the apex, his fingers wrap softly around your throat. Teasingly squeezing you there, Byakuya audibly groaned when the sound of your dramatic, over-the-top moan filled his ears. He cursed you for sounding so sexy and for testing him every single fucking day.

Stirring under the water he forcibly calms his mind. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t about to give into the temptation of taking you right here, in the bath tub. He pushed his filthy thoughts to the side and got back to molding his hands all over your neck and shoulders. The feeling of his gentle hands and even gentler squeezes, you found yourself yawning at the relaxation that slowly took over your body.

Byakuya noticed how slumped your shoulders had become since he started rubbing them, he smiled softly to himself knowing you could feel safe with him. “What do ya say…” “We move this party to the bedroom?” Byakuya spoke to you softly giving you the option to choose. “Am I getting a full body massage tonight?” You inquired, raising your eyebrow and pursing your lips at the idea. “If that’s what you want,” Byakuya replied with a nonchalant shrugging motion.

“Yes!” You say in selfish victory, it wasn’t often for him to give you exactly what you wanted when money wasn’t involved. So any opportunity you had to exploit free time with Bya, you ran with it. Byakuya also had to be in the mood to do something before doing it, especially when it came to his precious free time from the company he ran. ~And he calls me the brat.~

Stepping from the tub, Byakuya pulls you up and hands you a towel. Just as you finished drying you suddenly feel your feet leaving the ground. A scream leaves you as your thrown over Byakuya’s strong shoulder. Giving your bare ass a harsh smack, he carries you into the bedroom against your will.

“If I’m spending the time, I’m gonna do what I want.” He fronts to you as you whine loudly, screeching for him to put you down as your flail your legs. “Bya put me down! You fucker!” You yell, smacking and gripping the skin of his back under your palms. “Fighting me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he snarks as he tosses you onto his huge bed.

Smiling wolfishly down at your surprised face, Byakuya placed his hands on your knees and climbed in front of you. Leaning over you, his long fingers cup your chin and force your stare to his. Kissing you deeply, he slides his tongue into your mouth to toy with yours. A sigh leaves his nose as you willingly accepted his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his face. Placing his weight on a palm next to your head, his fingers slide up to the side of your cheek as he continued with his fervent kisses.

Pulling away from you, he lays his forehead on yours feeling himself stiffen with your soft rousing moans. “I promised you a full body massage right?” He asked hoping you would just let him continue with his needs for you. “You absolutely did sir!” “And acting all sexy won’t get you out of it,” you smile devilishly like the brat you are right to his face.

Putting a finger on his chin you push him away softly, and reluctantly Byakuya falls away sitting back on his heels. “Alright,” he huffs. Regaining his composure and straightening his posture, his brown eyes look down at your splayed out body before him. With a giddy shake of your hips you peer up at him, your hand covering your shit-eating grin. “Turn over.” He demands that cold, forceful voice returning as it seeped down into your eardrums. He’s so serious right now, better be nice — you admonished yourself with a sly smile on your face, putting your brat tendencies on hold, for now.

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Part One: Author Interview

Q: When did you first start writing? What keeps you going today?

A: I’ve been doing this a long time. Got into reading and writing fanfic after one of the X-men movies, and I felt  a huge rush when I posted my first fic – and realized I don’t have to keep pestering my real life friends to read them! As for motivation, that is a strength for me and it just seems to come from within.

Q: Have you had a chance to interact with the SAB cast? Tell us about your experience(s).

A: I was very, very lucky to get to go to Into the Fold in March of this year! I could spend 3,000 words on a recap, but I’ll just try to give the highlights. I loved that on the first day, all the attendees were sitting at round tables in a large hotel room. Then the cast comes in. They rotate each member of the cast to each table. It was so well-organized and I felt like we got a decent amount of time with everybody. I also loved some of the tidbits we got later on in the conference, such as Jack telling us about the deleted Wesper scene and how there was more to it. Wylan had made tea, and Jesper commented that it’s great to have a chemist make your tea. And I love that Jack said how good of a scene partner Kit was, and the way he made him comfortable during the scene where Jack is actually driving a real carriage.

Q: Tell us about something in your fics that you’re proud of and wish would get more notice.

A: I love that many of my fics have plots. Nothing wrong with a fic that is more about ‘all the feels’ and I have written my share of fics that contain mostly smut. But I love creating storylines and thinking of a few twists.

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Part Two: Selected Works

How to Train Your Gladiator

Explicit | 72.8K | Wesper, Kanej, Helnik Historical Fiction (Ancient Rome), Romance

This is my highest kudo-ed Crows fic so I am starting with this one. We have a world of gladiators and arena battles, and each Crow must find a way to survive and to love. I had a blast thinking up storylines and how each ship would ultimately get together, stay together, and triumph.

A Feral Yearning

Teen | 3.4K | Wesper Oneshot, Modern AU, Vampire AU

From my highest to my lowest kudo-ed Wesper fic. It didn’t get much traction but I loved wrapping up this vampire AU in a one-shot. I liked that it kind of kept you guessing, and writing Vampire Jesper was a blast!

I Am He That Aches With Love

Explicit | 15K | Wesper Canon compliant, Revealing Your Truth, Light Smut

Things are getting serious between Wylan and Jesper. They’ve just taken part in Kaz’s successful revenge scheme against Pekka Rollins and are ready to relax – perhaps going together to Poppy’s show. Or perhaps something more intimate, just the two of them. But before anything more intimate can happen, Wylan has something important that he has to tell Jesper – and he’s scared to do so.

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Part Three: Author's Recs

To Live In Color by @sixofcrowdaydreams

Explicit | 39K+ (WIP) | Wesper Cinderella AU, Child Abuse, Wylan-centric, Angst w/ Happy Ending

Perfect mix of plot and writing and all the Wesper feels! I could go on and on. Eagerly awaiting the next chapter.

What's truth but what we with say it is? by @hotpinkmurex

Explicit | 93.8K | Wesper Modern AU, Romance, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort

The Pretty Woman Wesper AU you’ve always needed

Hot and Heavy by @magicandpizza

Explicit | 3,400 (Complete) | Wesper PWP, Shameless Smut, Sassy Wylan, Bottom!Wylan, Top!Jesper

Really, really good smut. It's hot, Jesper is a tease and Wylan is horny. That's it, that's the plot. (And what more do we need?)

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I was ready to move on, I had made my last statement and I haven't looked at anything regarding my past for a full week. I didn't look at anything regarding legal documents or anything regarding my situation since I moved back to Doki. I wanted to be hopeful for the future and never interact with that side again. So to see it all come back and reopen a wound that I was ready to heal from and to have to talk to my lawyer again on how to respond.

The document mentioned was at first made to document my thoughts and history with evidence so that my lawyer can see the general picture of what was going on, and if there were issues that should be addressed. It was first made during my darkest time mentally and I wrote everything on my mind little by little at that time. I made the document thinking that it was never going to be public to anyone but to my lawyer. Although it was a document filled with my personal information as well privacy information that should not be public, there were no other addresses or specific locations mentioned. Regarding a recording, this was not intended to be anything other than a distribution test for planning of a collaborative event between two people, which happened to be left over from one test recording, and I never recorded any other conversations with anyone. The recording was never shown anywhere even in a legal setting and there are no other records. However, I regret that it was mentioned and I am sorry to all parties affected for the misunderstanding in this.

I requested that I just wanted to move on. Sometimes I didn't hear anything for days from the lawyers on the other side and felt like I'd be alone and isolated for a long time. It made it so hard for me mentally. On Feb 5th, my lawyer discussed and said it will be best to show the document I wrote to the other lawyers as we have not heard from them for a week or any negotiation talks or given a meeting to discuss after my request to part. It was never intended to be used for anything else, I've asked my lawyer to convey that and have communication that the document as it was written wasn't going to be released anywhere, and my lawyer did so when sending the document. Less than two hours after my lawyer sent the document, the termination notice came out. I was very shocked, but thought that was the last time I will hear or think about the document and that this, personally and my own opinion, was the end of the lawyers and legal involvement.

All of the communication was done between lawyers in Japanese. Things are not black and white and everything gets more complicated and muddled when lawyers are involved in a different country. When things are conveyed to multiple parties through different degrees of communication, everything turns into different narratives and different translations. I thought it was over and I've accepted what happened and ready to move on. Everything I post to the public about the situation was a response. If it was a month ago, it will have been different as I was angry but I was also very alone in my head. But it's not a month ago and I've accepted it. I wanted it to be neutral and private but now the whole world is involved and the public is watching every step that happens.

I am not perfect and I have faults. I had to watch my dad cry and break down in front of me for the first time in my life last night. Despite everything that has happened, please show kindness to all parties involved, there are real people behind the monitors. One of the reasons why I wanted this to be private is that the internet can be a cruel place and I knew this would happen the moment this type of notice drops. What I didn't reveal to anyone and only my parents and therapist knew was that it was not one attempt but two, which happened a few weeks after the first. My parents found me in time after searching for me for hours before anything happened. I was in a really dark place and I do not wish this to anyone. No one should go through what I went through. I reveal this now not for pity but to state that no life, no matter what, should be risked for ego or winning anything. There are no winners in this. Please don't make it like high school. Treat everyone like adults and with some empathy and kindness.

For those who wish to see receipts or documents or anything else, hoping I will reveal them, I'm sorry but these are the things that should be private and if needed, between lawyers. Revealing private documents and talking about the details within will only just make things worse and more complicated as outside parties get involved and will just hurt everyone. No one deserves to be pushed over the edge. So many people have got hurt and involved even if they were innocent bystanders. In the end, I will always be here to respond and that is the only thing I will do in public. I hope this will be the last statement I have to make.