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sluttywoozi · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 17: Spectrophilia + Woozi

For @moonwalker-witchgrrrl and Me 💖

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.6k

Pairing: Jihoon x Reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, I make the rules so ghosts are corporeal during sex, the cowboy hat stays on during sex, f. masturbation, implied consent, big dick!jihoon, temperature difference, somnophilia mention, piv sex

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, a tease

There’s a fucking ghost in your apartment, you swear to god.

Either that or you’ve become so forgetful you don’t even realize you’re forgetting things. Things like turning off faucets and closing cabinet doors and not leaving the oven on when you go to sleep. The first two, you could excuse, but you know you’re not responsible for the last one, both because you’d never do that to your electric bill and because you don’t want to die a fiery death.

You only grow more sure when you start to notice a chill in the air too. Your thermostat says one thing but your apartment feels another, and as you sit on your bed pulling on a sweater and a pair of socks, you curse the ghost inhabiting your home.

“Fucking freezing, why can’t you just go somewhere else, ugh,” you mutter to yourself, rubbing your hands together and swearing again when you realize you didn’t bring your gloves in the move.

“I would if I could, sweetheart.”

Letting out a bloodcurdling scream, you swivel in place, searching for the source of the sardonic voice. Your eyes land on various parts of your bedroom, finding nothing out of place or out of the ordinary, until they reach your doorway.

There stands a man, shirtless but dressed in a black blazer and jeans, with a cowboy hat atop his messy black hair. He sends you a fake smile, tips his hat sarcastically, and disappears before you can even blink.

Huh.

The ghost is kinda… hot, if you’re being honest with yourself. He’s not incredibly tall but he’s broad as hell, with defined abs and big, long-fingered hands, and you’re not sure why he’s dressed like he was but it’s working for him.

You know you should be scared, should feel like running far, far away from here, but you sort of want to put on a little show instead. He’s probably gotten plenty if he’s been here since you moved in, but this time, it’ll be with your knowledge.

“Have you been watching me?” You ask, scooting back on the bed and laying yourself down before tugging the sweater and your shirt up to your collarbones to expose your breasts. Your nipples pebble in the cold air and you cover them with your hands, squeezing the soft flesh and sighing.

“Not much else to do. You don’t have a TV.”

You gasp, looking over to the corner of the room the voice came from and finding the same man leaning against the wall with half-lidded eyes and his thumbs hooked in his pockets.

“So you’ve seen all this before?” You trail your hands down your sternum and over your stomach, pushing at your leggings and underwear and jumping when he disappears and pops back up at the end of your bed.

“I’ve seen but I haven’t looked,” he responds, leaning down and bracing himself on your comforter to watch as you kick your way out of your leggings.

“Wanna look now?” You flirt, smiling sweetly and batting your eyelashes while you slowly spread your legs. His mouth flattens into a thin line, his eyes growing dark and desirous when they set on the space between your thighs.

“Why?”

“Because you’re cute and I’m lonely,” you answer honestly, not seeing any reason to lie to a ghost.

“Aren’t you scared of me?”

“Should I be? I mean, you’re wearing a cowboy hat and no shirt.”

Giggling softly, you drag your fingers from your entrance to your clit, smearing your wetness around to ease your movements. He contemplates for a moment, staring at you all the while, before nodding with finality and climbing on the bed, settling on his stomach between your legs.

He’s a bit too close for comfort but you suppose he should have a front row seat for the show you’re giving him, plus it’s not like you mind having all of his focus and attention on you.

“What’s your name?” You ask as you dip a finger inside, quickly adding another when you notice him biting his lip at the sight.

“Jihoon,” he says distractedly, his voice muted and short.

“Nice to meet you, Jihoon. Aren’t you going to ask my name?”

“I already know it, I read your mail.”

“Nosy Jihoon!” You tease, sucking in a breath as you curl your fingers and search for your g-spot.

“Like I said, you don’t have a TV,” he responds in what you think might be a joke, and you would laugh but you’re too busy moaning, two fingers of one hand prodding the rough patch inside of you and two fingers of the other rubbing circles into your throbbing clit.

“Want me to get one?” You offer once you catch your breath, watching as he pushes his hips into the bed and furrows his brows. You wonder if that feels good, if he can feel pleasure, and decide you’re going to find out one way or another.

“Don’t need one if I can watch you like this,” he smirks as he eyes you up and down, lingering on your heaving breasts and landing between your spread legs. His tongue traces his bottom lip as he stares, making you wish you could feel them, feel his lips and tongue savoring you, marking you, learning you.

Does Jihoon want that too? Does he wish he could touch you and taste you and feel you?

“Of course I do. How could I not? You’re too fucking tempting.”

You didn’t mean to speak out loud, but you’re glad you did. He almost sounds annoyed at the fact that he wants you, which makes you grin a satisfied little grin and fuck yourself harder, sliding a third finger inside and sighing at the stretch.

He swears under his breath, thoughtlessly pushing himself up with a hand on your thigh and not even noticing that he actually makes contact. You notice though, feel the icy pressure of him immediately, both of your hands flying away from your pussy as you reach for him.

You feel the silk of his suit jacket under your palms before your hands slide up to his neck, the softness of his freezing skin shocking. He realizes soon enough, his eyes growing wide and his mouth dropping open as he sinks his fingers into the meat of your thigh and takes hold of your wrist with his free hand.

Your fingers are still wet and he furrows his brows, tugs your hand away from his face, and sucks them into his mouth, immediately groaning at the taste of you.

This changes everything, and you both know it.

There’s no need for discussion. You move in unison, Jihoon sitting up on his knees and heaving you into his lap as you wrap your legs around his waist, his clothes vanishing into thin air though his cowboy hat remains. You’re still stretched open from your fingers and the head of his cock slips in easily, but he’s long and thick as hell so the rest of the way is almost a struggle.

You take it like you love it though, because you do, you love how he fills you up, how he spreads you out, how you can feel him in your throat as he roots himself deep inside. His dick is cold like the rest of him and it’s not a sensation you’re used to but it’s not one you dislike either. If anything, it makes you feel hotter, the stark difference between the wet warmth of your pussy and the icy hardness of his cock enough to steal your breath.

You’re wet enough that he glides as he starts to fuck you, his fat dick pushing through the tightness of your walls to reach the end of your fluttering cunt. He’s making the hottest little punched out noises every time he bottoms out, his big hands tight on your hips and his eyes hooded as he stares down at you.

You wonder how long it’s been for him, if he died recently or years ago. Either way, he’s taking you like it’s been an eternity, pumping deep inside and lingering when the head of his cock kisses your cervix as if he doesn’t want to leave.

You don’t want him to leave either, your legs tightening around his waist as he draws his hips back, a happy moan leaving you when he snaps them forward, stuffing you full of his dick again and again and again.

You’re not ready for this to end but you’re already nearing the edge, your heartbeat in your pussy as his cock drags in and out of your squeezing walls. Jihoon seems like he could go on forever, making you wonder if ghosts have a refractory period. If not, you plan to take full advantage as many times as Jihoon allows.

You want his cock every morning and every night, want him to fuck you more ways than you can count. You want him to take you in your sleep and in the shower and on all the surfaces in your apartment. You want to sit on his dick like it’s a chair, feel him filling you up as you eat your dinner and read your books and knit your sweaters.

You want to have him all the time, and by the proud, lustful smirk stretching his lips, he knows it.

Maybe you should be embarrassed, but you find you couldn’t care less.

You’re already fucking a ghost, you might as well commit to it.

AN: yesterday i was in the middle of writing something super angsty and sad for this when i realized i wouldn't be able to finish it in time so i wrote something fun and horny instead!! yall may still get the angsty version tho so be warned

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minki-moo · 8 months

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♡‧₊˚ 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ bang chan x f!reader tags ♡ bf!chan, dom!chan, sub!reader, corruption, fingering, (f.receiving), multiple orgasms rating ♡ e for explicit w/c ♡ 1.5k

a/n ♡ soooo the drabble turned into a full fic :) and yes i was projecting again who's surprised

you and chan haven't been together for too long, only celebrating your 6 month anniversary recently. because of your inexperience in relationships (and sex), you asked chan if you could take it slow, not wanting to rush things and potentially becoming overwhelmed and ruining your relationship.

chan, being the amazing and understanding person he is, was completely fine with it; he loves you and wants to make sure you feel comfortable with him.

however, things started to change as time went on. the less than subtle stares from chan whenever you borrow his hoodies (they reach to your knees so you never felt the need to wear pants under them), and how his hands tended to linger whenever he held you.

you also realized feelings inside you whenever chan did certain things, like when he only wore sweatpants and a tank top around you or when he stretched and you caught a glimpse at his abs.

you always brushed off these feelings, feeling too embarrassed to bring them up, even though you know you shouldn't; chan was experienced and he wouldn't feel weirded out that his girlfriend has these feelings for him.

one night, chan invited you over to his place for a little pizza and movie date. you (once again to his pleasure) wore one of chan's oversized sweaters and snuggled up to him on the couch, oblivious to how you were affecting him. you constantly shifting in his lap was getting him worked up. he wondered briefly if you were doing this on purpose; knowing you, you probably had no idea what you were doing to him.

while you were entranced by the film, you felt chan's arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to his chest, feeling his growing erection on your back.

"chan-", you whisper shyly.

"shh princess, focus on the movie."

you stiffen up a little as chan's hands find their way to your thighs, now slightly exposed. gently gripping them, chan pulls your legs apart, exposing your clothed pussy.

"do you want to feel good, princess? i can make you feel really good, ok?"

his sweet, innocent sounding whispers made you shiver. at that moment, you wanted chan to touch you, you wanted to feel good even if you didn't know what he would do to you.

you nod, giving chan your silent permission to keep going. he starts kissing your neck, occasionally sucking the soft, delicate skin. as your arousal builds up, you start desperately seeking any friction on your now wet pussy, but chan's large hands kept your thighs apart.

god, this was so embarrassing. the way chan had you like putty in his arms was almost laughable, but you couldn't help it. all the doubts you had about going further with him disappeared, only to be replaced with need.

"c-channie...."

"don't worry. i have you princess."

before you can say anything else, chan moves one of his hands closer to your pussy, moving so slowly you almost whimper in anticipation.

when his hand reaches its destination, his finger slowly rubs circles on your swollen clit, making you quietly moan and lean back into him.

chan bites your neck, forcing a yelp out of you. he had to stop himself from groaning at how cute you sounded, how helpless and needy his touch made you. it made him want to do more dirty things to you, things you never thought of doing. moving his fingers faster, he thought about how cute you would look on your knees, looking up at him with your innocent look as he guides his cock in your mouth. how fucking adorable you would look pinned down on his bed, begging to cum as he fucks your pussy, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

your grip on chan's thighs tightens as something starts to build up in your core, threatening to spill over at any time. the faster chan's fingers go, the more your legs start to shake. the only things coming out of your mouth are whines, soft moans, and the occasional "channie".

"gonna cum princess?". chan's voice sounds deep yet breathy. "let go for me ok? i promise you'll feel really good."

following chan's instructions, you relax fully into his touch, slowly coming undone. your body writhes in his arms, almost screaming as your orgasm hits you.

"that's my good girl, you did so well for me princess."

the praise makes you giddy in your post-orgasm haze, but you're not able to process it as chan picks you up and takes him to his bedroom.

he places you on his bed, and takes off his clothes one by one. his hungry gaze never leaves you, making you feel small and submissive.

"now baby", he crawls so he's on top of you, his hands situated beside your head, "that was just the beginning. we're going to do a lot more ok?"

you nod.

chan runs his hands on your body, your sweater riding up to expose your stomach and now soaked panties. he moves his way down to your thighs, taking his time to admire a part of you he's fantasized about for so long; the urge to put his head in between them and ravish your sweet, dripping cunt is high.

but he has other plans, lifting up your hips and pulling your panties down. the sight in front of him could make him cum right there on the spot: you spread out on his bed, in his clothes, and your pussy on full display. he's almost sad that he's the only one who can see you like this.

almost.

chan takes his finger and runs it through your folds, another whine leaving your mouth as he brushes over your sensitive bud. without warning, he slips his finger inside of you and starts slowly thrusting, making you gasp.

"it's ok baby. i need to stretch your pussy if you're going to take my cock." he chuckles as he feels you tighten and your eyes widen at his words.

"you like that, princess? you want to feel my cock inside you?" he slips another finger inside you. "you want me to tell you how good you are for taking my cock?"

his fingers pumping inside you and his words bring you closer to the edge. "channie, please. 'm gonna cum again."

chan removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you empty to your disappointment. but its not long after that you feel his cock head enter your aching hole.

"channie, 's too big. you won't fit."

"i will princess." he rubs his thumb over your clit, your hips unconsciously grinding into his touch. "i'll make it fit"

with one quick thrust, chan's cock is half way inside your wet cunt, the feeling making him let out a groan; it was so much better then he imagined.

the sudden stretch made your back arch, your mouth open in a silent scream. the feeling was so different, and the burn made it slightly uncomfortable. but the feeling of chan's hot cock inside you made it worth it.

"ch-channie-"

"god, you feel so good princess". he hides his head in your neck, grinding his hips and forcing more and more of his cock into you.

he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush with yours. the feeling was nothing like it was before. you can feel chan's whole cock inside you, warm and pulsing as the tip brushed against your sweet spot.

"channie, 'm so full, 's too much."

"you can take it, princess."

chan starts to move his hips, moving almost frantically as he thrusts inside you. the punched out moans you make only encourage him to move faster, your reactions making it hard to not cum.

but he refuses to. he will take his time with you. he needs to see you fall apart on his cock, until you've cum two, three, even four times.

the feeling from earlier starts to build up again, your orgasm approaching too quickly for you to handle.

"channiechanniechannie 'm gonna cum."

chan moves his hips faster, helping you chase your orgasm. "cum for me princess. show me how good you are and cum on my cock."

that was enough to make you literally explode. you see stars as your pussy clenches on chan's cock and a scream leaves your mouth, only muffled by chan's lips on yours.

"that's it, princess," he says in between kisses. "god, you did so well baby. you'll cum for me again, ok." his last statement was more of an order than a question.

still blissed out from your high, you notice chan is still very much hard inside you, slowly moving and making you gasp at the sensitivity.

"channie, please i can-"

he snaps his hips again, cries leaving your mouth as he picks up the pace again.

"c-channie please i c-can't anymo-"

"one more time, ok? you can do that for me, right princess? just until i fill you up with my cum."

a/n ♡ this is probably my fav so far i love it >-<

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xomakara · 3 months

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SUMMARY | You just want to have sex with Johnny but Doyoung keeps interferring so you and Johnny try to convince Doyoung into having a threesome. PAIRINGS | Johnny/Fem!Reader/Doyoung GENRE | non-idol au, smut with no plot, unprotected sex, oral sex, threesome RATING | Mature LENGTH | 3,445 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | I honestly don’t know how this turned out lol. I’ve written mentions of threesomes and group sex, but tbh, this is the first time i’ve written an actual threesome scene. Hope it turned out okay hahaha. Plus, i’ve ran out of ideas for titles…

"Babe, what are you staring at?"

You couldn't help but stare and bite your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend scratch his shoulder. Normally it wouldn't faze you but for some odd reason, Johnny decided to scratch his shoulder with his hands under his sweater, his bulging abs on display for all the world to see.

"Nothing," you stammered, "I was just... um... seeing if I could read anything."

He smiled at you and you blushed in embarrassment. It was no secret that Johnny loved showing off his body. He worked hard in the gym almost every day and after months of working out, he looked amazing. His perfect body turned heads wherever he went, and even girls were starting to pay attention to him. You weren't going to deny that it made you a tad bit jealous seeing all these girls ogle over him. But then again, who didn't get jealous watching their significant other be so sexy?

Johnny noticed you staring at his stomach and chuckled. "What? What is it babe?"

You stood up and slowly walked towards him, running your hands under his sweater. Your fingers ran along the smooth skin, which was turning hot from the friction. He leaned into you and nibbled on your earlobe before giving it a small bite.

"I don't know babe," you said, your voice husky from lust. "Why don't you show me exactly what I'm looking at?"

With that he stood up and grabbed you by the hand. In one swift motion he lifted you up onto the kitchen counter and positioned himself between your legs. He leaned his head down to kiss you and when you reached out to unbutton his jeans-

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" You heard a yell and broke the kiss. You turned to look at Doyoung, covering his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. "If ya'll are gonna fuck, then do it in your bedroom."

Johnny quickly buttoned his pants while you stared at Doyoung and let out an embarrassed laugh. "Ha, you caught us."

"You were home the whole time, Doyoung?" You muttered as you hopped off the counter.

"Yeah, I've been home for about an hour already." Doyoung rolled his eyes. "Now I know you two are always horny for each other but can't you two think about your poor roommate's eyes before you start fucking in our shared space?"

"Yeah yeah," Johnny sighed, leaning against the counter next to you. "We're sorry. Are you okay though?"

Doyoung nodded, rubbing at his temple. "Yeah, it's just been a long day at the office. My boss keeps giving me more work and I'm swamped. Luckily my team is pretty good but sometimes I feel like I'm drowning. So to make matters worse I came home to find you two about to screw each other in my face. Not cool."

You laughed and hugged Doyoung. "Well, we are sorry about that. I guess there isn't much we can do but apologize. So do you want something to eat or drink?"

"Ugh, can I just have water please?" Doyoung rubbed his temples again. "Also, give me a second to wash up and I will join you guys."

After Doyoung left the room, you and Johnny walked back into the living room. You sat down on the couch and he put a blanket around you, tucking it in around your shoulders.

"It's freezing in here," you groaned, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. "Why didn't you turn on the heater?"

"Hm, well..." He took a seat next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He rubbed your back gently, sending chills through your entire body. "...it's not quite cold enough for the heater yet."

You bit your lower lip as he leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

"Don't you ever stop teasing me," you whispered.

His hand moved up from your waist to caress your cheek. "Never."

As you turned your head to meet his lips, Doyoung walked into the room, shaking his head. "I fucking hate you two."

Johnny laughed. "You know you can always join us. I'm sure Y/N doesn't mind. Right, babe?"

You laughed and nudged him. "Yeah, Doyoung. I'm sure Johnny doesn't mind sharing me. Right?"

Johnny let out a loud roar of laughter.

"Wow," Doyoung said quietly, still shocked. "Are you two serious or just joking with me? Please tell me that you two aren't actually serious."

Johnny let out another booming laugh. "Well why would we joke about something like this?"

Doyoung groaned loudly and sat down on the floor. "I have a headache now."

You felt bad for Doyoung because he didn't deserve to deal with your crazy sex life. Ever since you started dating Johnny, you couldn't keep your hands off of him. Even when he had just woken up, you would touch his naked body, feeling his muscles ripple underneath your fingertips.

When he got dressed, you would watch him as he adjusted his clothes, checking his own body out. If you saw any signs of imperfection, you would immediately run your hands over them, making sure they were smooth and perfect. Then, when he finally arrived home from work, you two would make love for hours. Every time you woke up, you'd find yourself lying on top of Johnny, having no memory of how you got there. And every night, you would dream of being fucked by Johnny, only waking up in a puddle of sweat.

To say you were obsessed with your boyfriend wasn't even close to the truth. It was more like an addiction. Every single part of him called to you. From his luscious lips to his beautiful brown eyes. All you wanted was to spend your life with him. He was your world.

Doyoung sighed and rubbed at his forehead. "This conversation has officially gone too far. Just let me sleep. I need to clear my head."

"Of course, Doyoung-ah," you said softly, rubbing his arm. "You should go rest."

"Thank you," he replied, standing up. He stretched his arms over his head and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

After he left the room, you glanced over at Johnny. He gave you a seductive smile and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Sorry, babe. I can't help myself sometimes."

You laughed. "Me neither."

He laughed louder, throwing his head back. You giggled as you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his chest.

"Do you really mean that? About you sharing me?" You asked softly.

"Only if it's Doyoung." Johnny kissed you. "Any other guy, I would never share you."

You kissed him back, pulling away. "I love you."

"Love you too," he replied, kissing you again.

The following day, you spent most of your time reading books. Doyoung came home early and asked if you wanted to grab lunch. Of course, you said yes. After he ate his sandwich, he mentioned that you hadn't been eating very much lately and was concerned about your health. You assured him that you were fine but that you were taking vitamins to ensure your health.

The two of you talked for hours until he suggested that you take a walk around the neighborhood. Once you both finished eating, you headed out, bundled up against the chilly weather. The breeze whipped around you and covered you in goosebumps. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly happy. Maybe you needed to stop reading so many books and spend more time outside enjoying nature.

When you returned home, Johnny was sitting on the couch, watching TV. You walked over and plopped down next to him, snuggling up against his side.

"How was your walk?" He asked.

"It was nice," you answered, closing your eyes. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, babe."

"Thanks, Johnny," you said, resting your head on his chest. "You're the best."

A few moments later, Johnny began playing with your hair. You moaned softly as his fingers tickled the nape of your neck.

"Mmm, that feels nice," you said.

"Good," he responded, moving his hand down to cup your ass. "Your cute butt makes everything feel better."

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Oh, you know it does."

You closed your eyes as he continued to play with your hair, lightly stroking it. You could hear the TV behind you but ignored it as he began lightly kissing your jawline.

His hand slid down your stomach, coming to a halt at the top of your thigh. Slowly, he dragged his fingers up and down, causing you to shiver with anticipation. Before long, he pushed his hand under your shirt and slowly slid it under your bra, tracing circles over your nipple. You sucked in a breath as your nipple hardened and the pressure grew stronger, begging for release.

You pulled away from Johnny, breaking the kiss. "Doyoung is in hi-"

"Don't worry, baby," he cut you off, kissing your lips once more. "Even though he cusses us out, it's not like he hasn't seen a pair of tits before. Trust me, he won't mind."

You opened your mouth to respond but then stopped yourself. Was Doyoung going to come in and catch you two having sex? Would he call you out on it? Would he freak out and storm out of the apartment? Or maybe he wouldn't even care. That's what you had hoped for anyway.

Without thinking, you pressed your lips to Johnny's, forcing your tongue into his mouth. His moan made you grin wickedly and yank his shirt up, freeing his bare chest. Your hands ran over his toned abs, feeling his hard muscle ripple beneath your fingertips. With each pass, your arousal increased, pulsing within your panties. Finally, you pressed your fingers against his pants, slowly opening them.

Before long, you found yourself working your fingers under his boxers, ready to pull his stiff dick out. But before you could, you heard the door open and froze.

"What the hell are you doing, Johnny?" Doyoung shouted, startling you. "And you, you better not be pulling his dick out of his pants."

"Damn it, Doyoung!" You whined. "Why do you have to be such a cockblocker? Can't I fuck my boyfriend in the comfort of my own home? I have needs!"

"I have needs too," Doyoung retorted.

"Then why don't you just join us Doyoung?" Johnny asked. "Wouldn't you rather have some pussy than not have any? Can't you see how Y/N is practically dying for it?"

"Please, Doyoung?" You whined. "I'm so fucking horny that I don't even care whose dick I get anymore."

Doyoung sighed loudly and stepped towards the two of you. He stared down at you for a moment, his gaze intense. "Fine. Go ahead and do whatever you want."

You bit your bottom lip as you reached for Doyoung's belt buckle. As soon as your fingers touched his skin, he grabbed your wrist. "Wait, Y/N."

"I've waited too long, Doyoung-ah," you replied. "Let me have my fun. At least let me have a taste."

Doyoung looked at Johnny. "Are you sure you want to share your girlfriend with me? You'll probably end up regretting it later."

Johnny let out a chuckle. "If I wasn't fine with it then I wouldn't have suggested you join us in the first place. So please, sit down, shut the fuck up, and let Y/N suck your dick."

With that, Doyoung sat down on the couch, glaring at the two of you. You smiled at him, unable to contain your excitement as you crawled towards him, pushing his legs apart. When you reached his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his already hard dick. Your breath caught as you looked down at it, watching as it twitched slightly.

Doyoung placed his hand on your head and directed you to his throbbing member. As soon as you wrapped your lips around his shaft, he moaned. With one hand, he held your head, guiding you as you bobbed your head up and down, getting a feel for his size. His scent was intoxicating, sending a wave of desire through your body. Without thinking, you tightened your grip on his dick and began sucking harder.

Johnny watched as you sucked Doyoung off, unable to believe how sexy his girlfriend was. Every time she pulled her mouth off of his dick, her cheeks would puff out as if she was panting. The sight of her face covered in saliva was driving him wild, especially since he knew it would lead to something else.

When you started sucking him with more force, Johnny turned to Doyoung. "Does that feel good?" He whispered.

"Fuck yeah," Doyoung grunted, tightening his grip on the back of your head. "So damn hot."

You grinned and moved your head down his shaft, licking at his balls. They tasted salty but sweet at the same time. It was almost too much for him to handle. As his dick swelled further in your mouth, you took it as an opportunity to tease him. After taking his entire length into your mouth, you pulled your mouth off and began licking the tip, causing Doyoung to groan loudly.

"How do you like his dick, baby?" Johnny asked you, his voice deep and raspy.

"Tastes delicious," you answered, letting your tongue trace circles around his head.

"God, Y/N," Doyoung breathed, leaning back.

"Look at how fucking sexy you look sucking his dick. Are you gonna suck mine like this?" Johnny asked.

Before you could answer, you felt Johnny's hand wrap around your waist. He pushed down your shorts, exposing your soaked panties. You gasped and lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down.

"You didn't think I'd forget about this, did you?" He asked, gently running his finger across your clit.

"No, Johnny," you whispered, raising your hips higher as his finger brushed against your sensitive bud.

"Finish sucking Doyoung off, baby." Johnny muttered, pressing his finger harder against your pussy.

In response, you wrapped your lips around Doyoung's shaft again, making sure to lick his balls along the way. When you started sucking harder, Doyoung groaned, trying to fight back his orgasm. Suddenly, Johnny leaned forward and licked your inner thigh, causing you to jump. You looked at him questioningly but he just grinned at you, knowing exactly what he was doing. He trailed his tongue up your leg, finally reaching your wet center.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, raising your hips to meet his tongue. Within seconds, he was attacking your clit, sucking on it as he swirled his tongue around it. You felt as if you were going to burst right there. Even though Doyoung was being pleasured by your talented mouth, you couldn't stop thinking about how big and hard Johnny's cock must be.

"Whose dick do you want first, Y/N?" Johnny asked, still licking at your pussy. "Doyoung's? Mine's?"

Suddenly, you felt Doyoung lean back, freeing his cock from your mouth. When you looked up at him, you saw him gazing intently at you. His brown eyes glittered and he ran his thumb over his mouth. You weren't quite sure what he meant but decided to take matters into your own hands. Standing up, you straddled Doyoung's lap, sliding his hard cock inside of you.

You groaned as Doyoung rubbed your thighs, causing you to bounce up and down on his lap. With every thrust, his dick filled you up more and more. He wasn't quite as big as Johnny but it felt great nonetheless.

Doyoung pulled out momentarily before moving your body to face Johnny. He slid you back unto his cock, hands at your waist, your breasts bouncing up and down. Johnny licked his lips as he watched you ride Doyoung, his eyes glued to your pretty face. From the corner of your eye, you could see Doyoung smiling at the sight of you enjoying yourself.

After undressing himself, Johnny held out his dick to you. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that he wanted you to suck him while Doyoung was busy thrusting into you. "Come on, baby. I know you want to suck me off. Fuck, you look so hot riding his dick."

Without hesitating, you lowered your mouth to his erection, wrapping your lips around his shaft. Johnny groaned loudly as you sucked on his cock, relishing the sound of your lips sliding up and down his length. In response, he cupped your breasts, kneading your soft flesh.

As you felt his dick swell in your mouth, you became even more eager to please him. Soon enough, his member was swelling with blood, becoming harder than ever before. Johnny pushed your hair back and guided your head onto his dick, moaning softly as he slid deeper into your throat. His moans echoed in your ears, making you moan in response.

Doyoung was still thrusting into you, filling you with pleasure. But as he got closer to his climax, you became distracted by the cock in your mouth.

Johnny groaned, looking down at you. "This feels so fucking good. Just look at you sucking my dick."

At that moment, you decided to switch things up, sliding your hand between your legs. Within moments, you were cumming all over Doyoung's cock, squirting juice everywhere.

Doyoung suddenly let out a loud grunt as he came, filling your tight hole with his semen. A second later, Johnny began pumping his load into your mouth, giving you more to swallow than you thought possible.

Once they finished, Doyoung collapsed onto the couch, leaving you alone with Johnny. For a moment, you didn't know what to say or do, other than stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes. Slowly, your fingers trailed up his neck, tracing little circles against his jawline.

"Johnny, I need you now." You whispered, running your tongue over his earlobe.

He nodded, placing his hands on your ass, lifting you up onto his lap. His eyes were heavy with lust as he lined his dick up with your dripping wet pussy. "Doyoung wasn't enough? Do you want more?"

"More than anything," you replied. "You're the only one who can satisfy me right now."

Johnny smirked and slowly entered you, watching as you moaned. As his dick stretched you open, you instinctively reached down, grasping his ass. "Ahh, fuck yes," Johnny groaned. "You're so fucking tight."

You bit your lip, grinding your hips into his as he fucked you harder. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "Make me cum, Johnny," you begged, tilting your hips upwards.

"Oh fuck," Johnny grunted, slamming into you. "Baby, did you like it when Doyoung fucked you? Did you love feeling him bury his dick inside of you?"

"Yes," you panted. "Fuck, I loved it."

"And you loved being fucked by me, right?" Johnny asked, grabbing both of your breasts, squeezing them roughly. "Did you like feeling me fill you with my dick? Tell me, Y/N."

Your reply was cut short as Johnny pounded into you faster, speeding up until he was fucking you relentlessly.

The next thing you knew, you were cumming yet again. Not only had Johnny filled you with his seed, but Doyoung had filled you with his. It was such an incredible feeling. When your orgasm subsided, you relaxed your hold on Johnny, bringing your head up to kiss him passionately. He moaned as he pressed his forehead against yours, gasping for air.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Johnny staring at you with a soft expression. He placed his hand on your cheek and brushed away a strand of hair that fell in front of your face. You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered.

A smile crept across your face as you looked down at him. "I love you, too."

Johnny pulled you close, kissing your nose. You snuggled into his chest, letting the weight of him rest on top of you. As he caressed your bare back, you felt contentment wash over you. This was home.

After awhile, after cuddling in each other's arms, you heard Doyoung get up from the couch. "You know...this was fun. If you need me, I'll be upstairs. Sleep well, guys."

"Goodnight, Doyoung," Johnny said.

Once he left the room, Johnny brought your hands up to his lips, kissing each one. "Are you ready for bed, Y/N?"

"Definitely."

That night, when you closed your eyes, you dreamt of nothing but the man in your arms.

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rays-of-fire-and-ice · 1 month

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Hi! congrats on the anniversary 🫶

For the fanfic request: Ichihime + second date ( first kiss ) 🍓🍞

As the Rain Falls

Rating: K/General with mild themes

Setting: little over a month after We do Knot Always Love You

Synopsis: Ichigo and Orihime go on their second date, both anxious and excited about their new relationship, but Ichigo has things on his mind he can’t shake off.

AN: First up, a sincere apology for how late this is!!! >_< I must admit, I kept getting writer’s block with this one, but I still wanted to persevere with it and try to write for different characters and a different ship.

At the same time however, I'll admit I’m nervous about this. I've never written a fic where Ichigo and Orihime are the main characters, and I know that they'll be written out of character as a result. And it's me, so this is probably more angsty than you wanted ^^;

I tried, and hopefully it makes for an entertaining read.

Hope you enjoy this one!

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Ichigo tucks his hands into his jacket pockets and bounces his knee as he looks around AB Cookies.

Arisa, who is currently at the counter, told him Orihime was getting changed and should be out soon. It had been only two minutes since then, but why did it feel like longer?

He sits in the corner at one of the few indoor tables, mostly ignored by the customers coming and going from the store. All around him, the room is brightly coloured in pastel hues and styled in a way that makes it appear homely and cute. If not for Orihime, he wouldn’t normally come to a place like this.

When another minute passes, he thinks to pull out one of his textbooks and study while he waits. He only gets as far as frowning at his backpack. Why is he so nervous? It’s not like this was their first date – that’d happened just over four weeks ago – so where is this anxious, fluttery energy coming from?

He blinks at hearing Orihime’s voice drift from the back. He straightens when she emerges from the doorway behind the rows of breads. She’s dressed in a bright sweater and skirt, and her boots clack on tiles then the wooden floors when she lifts the counter top and steps out to his side. She smiles widely when she glances at him, and he can’t help but smile back in return – she’s one of the few people who has that affect on him.

She only gives him her full attention after she says goodbye to Arisa, who in turn thanks her for her work. He stands up, shouldering his backpack as she approaches.

“Kurosaki-kun,” she greets. “Sorry for you keeping you waiting.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t take that long,” he says. He tips his head towards the exit. “You wanna get going?”

They end up in the main street of Karakura Town, walking towards the shopping district. Cars rush by and people crowd the streets. Above them is a mostly blue sky, but clouds linger.

“How was your day?” Orihime asks.

Ichigo shrugs one shoulder. “Nothing much. Just went to lectures mostly.”

“Which ones were they for?”

“English studies. What about you? Anything happen today?”

“A lot, actually. I told Ari -- Oh, wait!” She comes to a stop and reaches into her bag. “Are you hungry?”

Before he can even respond, she pulls out a bread bun and breaks it into halves. “It’s got red bean paste and strawberry in it,” she says as she offers one half to him. “It’s spares from the batches I made this morning, and I thought, since you were up early…”

He smirks fondly as he takes it from her. It’s so typical of her to think of something like this. “Thanks, I think I need this.”

She practically glows, and he has to bite into the bun to not embarrass himself with a stupid grin and chuckle. He hates how this reminds him of the way his father acted around his mother. He hopes to never be like that with Orihime, but even so, there are those moments where she gets to him, where her happiness and excitement become almost infectious.

“Is it good?” she asks.

He nods, mouth full, and it only makes her beam wider. He bites harder into the bun the next time as heat rises up his neck.

“So, I made that new donut for Arisa-san and Ichinose-kun,” she says.

“Oh, the one with seaweed, strawberry, and cashews?” he asks, trying to keep the wariness out of his voice; these new recipes she comes up with always mean a lot to her, even if he can’t comprehend them.

“Yes! Although I had to change it. I think I brought them around to it after create one without the cashews, but I'm starting to wonder if maybe peanuts might work better.

"I-Is that so?"

"I just think it needs a salty or nutty element! It still tastes good with jut the seaweed and strawberry though. They’re thinking about putting it in the front.”

Despite his reservations, he can’t help but he proud of her and his smile returns. “That’s great, Inoue.”

Something must show in his expression, because a faint blush colours her cheeks. “A-Anyway, after that I was speaking with Arisa-san…”

They keep walking down the street as Orihime talks and occasionally nibbles on her half of the bun. He listens to her, and as she carries on about her work – about the small things like finding a gacha trinket on the ground on her way to work, and bigger things like a corporate event who requested catering from the bakery – they wonder from the streets to a nearby park.

For not the first time, he thinks about how peaceful its' become. He still fights Hollows, but isn't as often as it used to be. There’s no looming threat over them, nothing to stop them from being by each others’ side. It’s why, along with seeing how happy Renji and Rukia were, and the former’s encouragement, he finally decided to ask Orihime out.

Their first date had been clumsy in the first hour. He’d planned dinner and a movie, a typical date night according to Keigo and Tatsuki. After Ichigo arrived late and Orihime got flustered trying to reassure him it was fine, the air had been awkward around them. Just the week before he’d confessed to her, and she did the same, and now it’s apparent their feelings for each other were more than either of them thought. Gradually, after they'd finished their dinner and they left to go see the movie, things eased.

Perhaps that where these fluttery nerves came from, left over from their last date. He'd thought he'd be more relaxed consider today’s date was even simpler: a walk in the park, then find a restaurant for a late lunch. It’d been Orihime’s idea, claiming she didn’t need to do anything fancy or complicated with him. He can’t help but suspect she had him in mind though, knowing he’d be tired from his studies and late nights of fighting Hollows and performing konsos on a wondering Souls.

Yes, he thinks as he finishes off his half of the bun, he’s grateful for this peace.

However, like how Zangetsu’s voice had haunted him in the months after the Arrancar’s invaded Karakura Town, there’s a part of him that lingers in the back of his mind, skeptical. It makes him notice the crowds all around them. Parents watching their children run and play around the park. Couples occupying benches or walking past them in their own worlds. A group of teens in school uniforms hunched over a manga magazine, laughing at something they’ve read. Everyone here had been under threat just over three years ago, and they hadn’t even known it. He’d defeated Yhwach, and yet he’s still haunted by ‘what-ifs’. What if he hadn’t defeated him? What if another threat lurks right beneath them, one that hasn’t been seen yet?

“Kurosaki-kun?”

Ichigo blinks out of his reverie. “Ah, sorry.”

Orihime blinks up him in concern, and had brought them to a stop at the park’s fountain. “Is something wrong?”

He thinks to hold it back in, to do what he always did and bottle it up. He’d stew on it, but it would pass or continue to linger somewhere within him, as everything else had. But what had helped him get over it? Rukia had, and Chad, and Uryu, and Renji, and Orihime. He should be able to tell her anything, especially now that they’re going out.

He doesn’t want his mood to bring the date down, and he knows if he says it’s nothing, she’ll drop it, not wanting to pry further. Even so, he knows she’ll worry about whatever is bothering him. He can’t do that to her.

He’s not sure where to start, but he opens to his mouth to say something.

And then there’s a plop on his head.

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Orihime had imagined scenarios like this many times. Ichigo would grab her hand and they’d rush down the street, the rain falling over them as their feet splashed through puddles. Somehow, the clouds would be thin enough that the sun would peak through, making colours more vibrant beneath the glittering rain. At some point, in slow motion, Ichigo would look over his shoulder at her, hair somehow unaffected by the rain and haloed in a lighter shade of orange. smiling confidently, and saying something heroic or sweet.

And right now, Ichigo turns his head over his shoulder, cringing with his bangs plastered to his forehead, panting for air, and trying to blink the rain from his eyes. “You okay?”

She too has to get rid of the drop falling around her eyes to see him, wiping them and a strand hair stuck to the side of her face away with the heel of her palm. “Y-Yes! But where are we going?”

The rain comes down in torrents, drenching them in less than a minute. Around them, everyone is rushing out of the park and back to the shops that line the streets. She considers asking if they can head back to AB Cookie, but considering how soaked they are, she doesn’t want to cause any trouble for the staff in cleaning up after them; they’d probably make puddles in the middle of the store.

They run across a zebra crossing, and then next thing she knows, Ichigo brings her under the awning of a closed up shop. They almost hit the shutter door, stumbling under the shelter.

They take a moment to catch their breaths, with Ichigo hunched over and Orihime leaning against the shop’s garage door.

“This rain came out of nowhere!” she says. “The forecast was sunny. Guess I should’ve known better when I saw the clouds.”

Ichigo rises from his hunch. “You can’t predict the weather, Inoue.” He half teases and half reassures her, and she’s grateful for it.

“It’s still a shame we can’t go to the park now,” she says.

“We'll go another time. There's other stuff we can do. Unless you'd rather head home."

"Maybe we should wait until the rain stops...or there's less of it."

He only hums in acknowledgement.

It’s only then she realizes he still hasn’t let go of her hand, and she fears looking down at their joined hands and drawing attention to it will make him want to pull away. She discovered very quickly he got embarrassed by PDA – whether it was between them or with other couples. It’s oddly cute to her, and she herself still wasn’t sure if she likes it either. Holding hands like this, though, is something she’s always wanted.

The skin of his palm and fingers is rough from callouses, but the back side is softer than she expected. And it’s warm despite the rain.

Without meaning to, she squeezes his hand, and he looks down. Instead of pulling away, he tilts his head to the sky, almost shyly. She withholds a bewildered giggle. He can still surprise her, it seems.

It’s a minute later when the rain lessens.

“It’s not as bad now,” she says.

“Yeah…” He’s not fully there, his gaze turned up at the clouds. The rain affects him in a way she doesn’t fully understand yet. In the years since she first met him, whatever grips has gradually faded from what it used to be.

“We can probably head…” she starts, but trails off.

Now what? They can’t go to the park, and they can’t go out to lunch with their clothes so drenched. Maybe they should call it a day, and try again for next week sometime. But as Orihime eyes Ichigo, seeing the slight clench in his jaw and the way his eyes narrow at the sky, she knows she can’t leave him alone.

“Um…”

At her nervous fidgeting, he blinks, coming out of his daze, and looks to her. “What is it?”

“We can, um…w-we can head back to my place. It’s close by, so…”

Orihime tries and fails to push the heat rising to her face. Yes, Ichigo has been to her place many times before, but not since they started dating. Who knows what could happen? She tries to dismiss the sparkling fantasies that threaten to take over her mind.

“If you’re okay with that," he says, "just until the rain stops.”

“Of course!”

“Well, then, thanks.” He gentle pulls on her hand. “We should get going.”

He begins to lead her back out into the rain again.

“Actually…”

“Hm?”

At his raised brows, Orihime quickly bows her head. “Ah, yes, sorry! I uh, just…actually, nevermind!”

“Hey, come on. What is it?”

Orihime drops her rueful smile with a defeated chuckle. “It’s just that, after our date, I planned to go to the convenience store to pick up a few things. With this rain though, it’s probably better that we just head back.”

“We can still stop along the way. You’ll need help carrying things, right?”

She’d never point it out, but there were times she senses an eagerness from him, one he’d keep reserved under many layers. It’s another endearing quality she secretly loved about him. With a nod, she says, “Then, if it’s not too much trouble….”

He gives her a small smile. “It isn't, Inoue.”

She has to turn away as her heart skips a beat.

They make a quick dash to the convenience store that’s a few minutes from her home. She stops under the entrance’s awning and grabs the end of her skirt to wring some of the rain water out. She barely hears Ichigo’s quiet chuckle over the rain. “Don’t think it’ll make much of a difference.”

“Well, we might end up making puddles in there,” she reasons.

“It’ll be fine, we’re not staying long, right?”

As soon as they enter the convince store, Orihime bows apologetically to the cashier. Ichigo just sniffs, trying to cover up another chuckle. She’s quick to go the aisles for milk and despite the slight indignation rising in her, Orihime is glad to see faint amusement in Ichigo's expression.

She’d also imagined a scenario like this, albeit without them being wet and cold. Somehow, though, she liked how this was turning out instead. Maybe it’s knowing Ichigo is following her as she went down the aisles, his footsteps always behind her or at her side. Maybe it’s the fact that when she picks up a cup of noodles, he asks what she’ll make with it, and even as she lists off all the ingredients that sound odd to put with it, he offers weary encouragement. Maybe it’s discovering he likes a particular brand of rice crackers when she goes to pick up her usual one, and explaining to him why she prefers this one over the others. They’re small, mundane things, but every little part of it is something she can say she’s experienced with him now.

Everything comes to a halt when they get to the freezers. Orihime almost frowns when she has to crane her neck to see the milk she normally buys. “They must have moved everything around, these never used to be so high up.”

She opens the fridge door and stands on her tippy toes.

She stops when Ichigo steps up behind her and reaches his hand into the freezer. “I’ll get it.”

Her back is almost pressed against his chest, and as she turns to look at him, she’s struck once again by how tall he is. From this angle she can admire the strong line of his jaw, and watches a raindrop roll off it and hit the collar of the shirt beneath his jacket. Once he hands her the milk, she snaps out of it. “Ah, thank you!”

However, neither of them moves. Orihime stares up at him, and he stares back. Her heart flutters at the hint of softness in his gaze. It’s nothing like her fantasies, where there’s sparkles and flowers magically appearing around them. She swallows, unsure if she’s bold enough to do what she’d always wanted to ever since he confessed to her.

Before she can think any further, Ichigo clears his throat and abruptly turns away. “Sorry, I, uh…”

Orihime shakes her head and takes the bottle of milk from him. “Ah, i-it’s fine! I, um…hey, look, there’s my favourite icecream! I should grab a tub while I’m here!”

She quick to move away, and she’s certain the heat colouring her face will dry her scalp in no time.

Several minutes later, she pays for the milk, a tub of biscuit and tea flavored ice-cream, three cups of noodles, two ramen kits, and a packet of rice crackers.

When they step back out, he holds out his hand. “I can carry it.”

“There’s no need.” When his hand doesn’t drop, she takes out the milk. “If you’re sure.”

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Whenever Ichigo enters Orihime’s house, he’d find his gaze wondering over to Sora’s photo. It happens not long after he takes his shoes off and he steps into the main room, and today is no exception as he removed his jacket and hangs it on a free hook; it drips over his shoes. He only looks away when Orihime puts the shopping bag on the kitchen counter.

She puts away the ice-cream, and it prompts him to hand her the milk again. “This too.”

She comes over to him, takes the bottle, and as he makes to step into the main area, she holds up her hand.

“Hold on a second,” she says before turning and putting the milk in fridge.

He doesn’t move beyond the tiny foyer, waiting for her after she dashes off to the bathroom. She comes out with two towels and holds one out to him. “It’s not much, but maybe for your hair?”

“You didn’t have to,” he says. But the it occurs to him he’d probably drip all over her floorboards. “You sure you’re okay with me coming in?”

There’s a pause, and a faint blush rushes up in her face. “O-Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Think I’m going to make everything damp,” he says while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Oh, no, it’s fine! It’ll dry eventually.” She lifts the other towel. “If you’re worried, you can always put this over the cushion at the kotatsu.”

He normally wouldn’t care, but he takes both towels from her. “Yeah, sure.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” she offers. “I’ll just go get changed and then make some tea. Or would you like hot cocoa? I got some a few days ago, I haven’t tried it yet.”

“Tea is fine.”

She smiles with a nod before going to her bedroom.

He remains near his shoes, drying off his arms, face, and hair before going to kotatsu. After laying the second towel down over the cushion he sits. He continues patting down and drying his hair as he waits. He ignores the rain thrumming gently against the windows, and once again, his gaze wonders to Sora’s picture. A bowl of nashi pears lies on one side of the photo, and a recently lit incense stick on the other.

A part of him wishes he’d properly met her brother while he was still alive, so that Acidwire and the night he was brought to the Kurosaki Clinic weren’t the only memories he had of him. Compared to everything else, however, it feels like a distant memory, and it thankfully ended in a better outcome than others.

Orihime emerges from her room, now dressed in a new sweater and jeans, and a headband pushes her damp hair behind her shoulders. She hums while boiling the water and taking out the teapot. Watching her brings a sense of calm to him, and a relief that doesn’t surprise him as much as he thought.

It’s not the first time Ichigo wonders if everything they’ve been through has affected her. Does she still have bad dreams? How much had she told Tatsuki? Were there things she hadn’t told him yet? Would she ever tell him?

And perhaps that is what bothered him most. He, Orihime, and their friends had to live with those memories, and all of consequences that came with them as the world went on ignorant to what had almost happened.

He’d been almost ordinary once, going to school and getting into trouble with humans. At the time seeing the Souls always reminded him he was anything but normal, and since becoming a Shinigami, any chance of him being fully human had been dashed.

It had been his choice, one he didn’t truly regret despite everything that came after. He had been powerless to help others in need, to protect those he cared about, and Rukia had given him that chance on that fateful night.

But Orihime had been ordinary – or at least, more ordinary than him.

He didn’t know much about her parents, but of what little he did know, he knew they were the kind of people he would’ve kicked to the curb. And yet she had gone through that and was still able to smile, just as she had with everything that happened in Los Noches.

So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice her approach until she sets a mug down in front of him.

“Here,” she says. “It’s just black tea, I ran out of green. Didn’t think to get it while I was at the convenience store, silly me.”

He manages a faint smile. “It’s fine, thanks.”

She settles down to right, wrapping her hands around her own mug. After a moment, she says, “Before…there was something you were going to say. Do you still want to say it?”

He stares down at his dark reflection in the tea, considering. “It’s nothing major, and it’ll pass.”

She shuffles, and then her hand slides along the table and into his view, stopping centimeters from his. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” she reassures. “I don’t want to upset you.”

“You don’t,” he says, raising his gaze to her. “You never have.”

It’s a bold confession from him, and he’s saddened to see her withhold a wince. Perhaps there are still some things she holds from the past, misplaced guilt in her role of situations beyond her control.

“Inoue.” He gingerly takes hold of her fingers, and struggles to find the right words. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Maybe it is.” She brings her hand around his, her grip warm and firm. “Whatever we face, it’s together, right?”

For a second he’s brought back to facing Yhwach. He’d asked Orihime to be his shield, to fight at his side against a foe of unknowable strength, for a future that wasn’t guaranteed.

How could he have been so foolish right now?

He can’t help but smile ruefully to himself. “Yeah, of course.” Then, after swallowing thickly. “Are you happy?”

It’s a sudden question, one he hadn’t thought to ask but had come forth anyway. Sensing how loaded it is, Orihime looks out the window in thought for several heartbeats. Her lips form a slow, sweet grin. "I am."

He tries to ignore the skip of his heartbeat, and the uncomfortable way his throat constricts. Before he can say anything, she continues, and her smile wavers slightly. "What about you, Kurosaki-kun? Are you happy?"

He thought it would take him longer to answer, but it comes to him with a few memories. The first is returning to everyone after Yhwach’s defeat. Despite the mix of emotions -- the melancholoy of Yhwach’s final words and the pinch of fear for the unknown ahead of them -- it all dulled away to an intense relief at seeing his friends. Uryu stood far away, watching as everyone rejoiced at seeing one another. Ichigo knew a conversation would be had some point, but the fact he was there was enough hope for him for now.

The second was his high school graduation. He grumbled on the day it on the day, and despite how mundane it would seem to many compared to what he’d achieved in other worlds, he felt a small sense of pride at having finished it. Isshin of course was an embarrassment on the day, one minutes shouting his praises about Ichigo and the next weeping about how he's grown so much. He'd taken a picture of him and his friends together, one that Orihime had a copy of on the wall near her bedroom door.

The last was watching Renji and Rukia get married, seeing their friends and the Shinigami happy for them. It was only then the peace truly hit him, that maybe he can gather the courage to tell Orihime how he truly felt. And the excitement and anxiety that came when she said she was free three days from then.

The nerves from before hadn't just come from a change in their relationship, from friendship to something more, but from the thought it could be disrupted by a new threat. But he had chosen this dangerous life, and she had joined him and others in it. They all know the risks, but they didn't have to always be hyper-vigilant. They had to live.

“Yeah, I am.”

At her widened grin, he remembers for a short period of time after Yhwach’s defeat when Orihime had put on smiles, attempting to mask the sadness and pain she truly felt. According to Tatsuki, it had been while he was in his comatose state after Aizen’s defeat. In both cases, that gradually changed.

In the face of everything that had come before and because she had the courage to in the face over everything that tried to take it from her, she still smiles and laughs. She helps others and protects Karakura Town. He can see why otherwise would under-estimate her – he may have once himself – but in truth, she’s probably one of the strongest people he knows. He’d grown to love her for those reasons and more.

And he loves her for it. He gets strength from her because of it. He can go into this peace with her because of it.

It’s only then he realizes he’s gotten closer to her, so much so her face takes up most of his view. She stares at him wide eyed, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed as she tries to stammer out his name. It's just like before in the convenience store; she'd captivated him with just a look.

“Ah, sorry,” he chokes out, but he barely leans back. It’s as if he’s frozen in place, and the only way to come unstuck is to lean forward.

With one last gaze flickering to her lips, he leans in. She does the same before he closes his eyes. He’s be ashamed to admit he’d imagined this at more than once, but it’s not how he expected it to be. It’s soft and awkward, both of them frozen in place, afraid to move despite how misplaced their lips had locked. He pulls back a little and tries again. If Orihime’s quiet, pleased sigh and the way his heart beats faster is any indication, it’s better.

A warmth spreads through him, radiating from his chest and thrumming through his fingers. He’s light-headed as they pull apart, and when their eyes flutter open, his heart skips a beat at seeing the softness in her expression. He’s with her, holding her hand,

When the haze of whatever this is has worn off, he’ll elaborate further on what bothers him. And when he does, she’ll listen intently, holding his hand, and smile when he he’s done, and be glad he told her. More than that, however, she’ll be glad they can go together into this newfound peace.

Dealing with the memories of the darker and weaker moments had become easier him and the others as time went on. He, Orihime, and their friends kept walking forward in the face of it, and eventually alongside it, and one day, past it as they forge their futures.

#ichihime #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #bleach #fanfiction #blog anniversary requests

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Slips through cracks

A/N: Idk where this monstrosity TW of a beast came from but hope someone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW implied ab*se, past underage, incest, weird manipulation and childhood trauma, Aegon being Aegon, drug and alcohol abuse. Modern!au, Frottage, fucked ass up greens, Daeron’s twin reader, she’s of age in this, nepo baby Aegon with a coke problem, Daddy Criston hours, I attempted to use English terms👍🏻 xoxo your pathetic American, toxic relationships

Oh boy, the trip to Oldtown. The whole family has to go see Daeron play in the Westeros Cup of football. You included. Ripped from an Essosi holiday break to cohabitate with the most dysfunctional unit of all time for a weekend. Then you could fuck back off to your own pretentious private school, Helaena could go back to her cottagecore Etsy shit, Aemond to med school, and Aegon.

You clenched your teeth at the mere thought of him. Degenerate. Drunk. ‘Wild Prince’, Asshole. You could go on. He was videoing the plane, incessantly talking to his ‘followers’. There was no way he wasn’t coked the fuck up right now. Aemond sniffed and tucked his nose further into his book, eyes rolling at the eldest.

Alicent and Viserys had already made it to Otto’s place, sending Criston Cole to keep the ‘kids’ in check. Even though you and Daeron were legal adults now. Peering over your book you watched Helaena knit a sweater in the fine print of a spider’s web. She smiled softly and asked, “Do you think he’ll like it?” She was almost done and it did look damn good, Daeron would love it. Your twin was kind and definitely could find a way to insert the handmade item into his wardrobe.

“Yeah Hel, you know he’s going to find a way to wear it every chance possible,” you laughed.

“Darling Daeron,” she sighed under her breath, eyes dreamy. You watched her nimble fingers, tuning out Aegon’s wretched talking and Aemond’s pointed noises. Eventually your eyes slipped shut, book falling into your lap.

“It’s time to get up,” he teased in your ear, you bolting upright with a gasp. Aegon smiled down at you, grinning lecherously, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. You scoffed and stood up, shouldering him off in the process. Your big brother whined, “C’mon you’re still mad at me? I was drunkkkk.”

Being drunk does not constitute leaving your sister in your dorm for a night after promising a ‘real flea bottom party’ with his ‘famous friends’. You cried watching him being a dumbass on social media, plastered with girls and drugs. Idiot. You got an actual Uber back to the family estate, crying to Criston about your dick brother.

You ignored him further, wanting to rip that stupid earring out of his head. Aegon pouted, prodding further, even taking your bags for you. Which the dumbass never worked out so he was struggling. You couldn’t help but quirk your lips up as the eldest brother almost fell face first down the jet’s stairs.

Aemond snatched your duffel, easily hauling it over a broad shoulder. He snapped, “You being a pathetic clown isn’t going to magically fix everything.” You shared a look with Cole and snickered. Aegon grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Oh get the stick out of your arse Aem.”

Helaena drifted aside, eyes on the sky, gazing towards the tower your mother’s side of the family was named for. You followed her gaze, frowning. It was a gleaming beacon on the outside, a gloomy vault on the inside. You hated it there, unsure why they couldn’t just abdicate the site to national affairs like every other royal did. Too proud.

Cole ushered you all into the limo, giving Aegon an extra shove and low curse, the blonde rolling his eyes. You sat far away from your elder sibling, asking Aemond how school was going. He replied in that stiff way of his, “More tests and research, then hopefully I can get my first residency. I’d like to be in a high-profile area like King’s Landing or Lannisport. Get more expertise.”

You nodded along, giving your brother best wishes. He hummed, “And your studies? Last I heard you’d rather play tennis.” You rolled your eyes and snorted, “I’ve given up hope, I won’t be a professional like Daeron. Finding myself with a passion for Psychology and it’s social aspects.”

“So you can figure out what’s wrong with the Targaryen bloodline,” Aemond said.

The aggravating ringing of Aegon’s phone ruined one of your rare conversations with Aem. He apologized sheepishly but still held up a finger as he argued with someone over the phone. It was either about one of his girls, drugs, or both. You rolled your eyes and groaned, watching the city pass by as the limo bumped it’s way toward the Hightower.

“Okay, whatever, fuck you I have plenty of others!,” Aegon spat, cheeks red from annoyance. Criston reached over the limo and snatched the cell, stuffing it in a coat pocket. Your brother gaped like a dying fish before demanding, “Give that back! I was in the middle of a conversation!”

“You’re getting on everyone’s nerves. Obviously it’s not doing you any good so why don’t we take a break, eh?” His brown eyes remained stony, arms crossed authoritatively. Ser Criston was basically the surrogate dad of your group, Viserys preoccupied with his health and elder daughter, her brood.

Aegon begged but received nothing. Eventually the prince settled down when Criston said he’d return the phone after they got there. The idiot instead rolled his window down to the crowd outside and waved, cheering with the people. You could see the cameras flashing on his cheeks, Aegon just sucking it all in. Aemond slunk deep into his seat and Helaena put on her noise cancelling headphones.

Aegon’s violet eyes turned to you, breathlessly stating, “They love me you know.” You retorted, “They love how accessible you are.” Aegon’s cheery smile faltered for a second, eyes flitting down. It didn’t last long as he painted the grin back on and blew a kiss to a girl decked in Oldtown’s team colors.

Eventually the limo pulled into the high gates surrounding the tower. Attendants were already getting your bags and taking them to the assigned rooms. Your mother, Alicent, and grandpa Otto waited by one of the many grand doors. She hugged and kissed you, blessing the seven for your safe arrival. The same spiel happened except for Aegon who got a stiff kiss on the cheek. Otto and Helaena shared an embrace, your sister happily chattering to him about her sweater for Daeron.

You raised a brow and asked, “Where is Daeron anyways? With the team still?” You checked your phone to see if you missed a text. Alicent replied, “He’ll be here later, they’re finishing up practice currently.” You frowned. Daeron had better get here quick or you feared someone was going to get stuck with a knife.

Criston held out Aegon’s phone to the blonde, who snatched it up greedily. His ringed fingers and violet eyes soaked up whatever minutes he had missed. You asked, “Can I go to my room? I have a headache.” Otto put his hand at the small of your waist and said, “Yes, come on, I’ll get someone to bring you water and medicine.”

You must’ve been really tired, blinking open your groggy eyes to see that hours had passed. Stretching your body you let out a little squeak, happy to have some alone time. Then the door crashed open and a freshly showered Daeron cheered, “Sister!” You grinned and hopped out of the bed as fast as possible, tripping in the process but your sibling caught you easily.

You pulled the taller twin into a hug, gushing, “This is so exciting! Look at you, Mister Oldtown Football himself.” Daeron blushed and rolled his eyes, “Nothing but hard work, I swear,” he added lowly, “And beating off bloodsuckers.” You smirked and both of you simultaneously said, “Aegon!”

Daeron groaned, “Yes, I had to come find you so he’d stop getting me on his social media shite. He went out to party though, so we’re clear for dinner.” You laughed and replied, “Well, let’s go have some family bonding. You need to tell me all about your year.”

“No you, freezing away in the North like that.”

Bonding with Daeron was exactly what you needed. Even dinner was not unpleasant, Viserys in a jovial mood. No one spoke of the elephant in the room. Your twin did slide his phone over to you later in the sitting room, dramatically pantomiming a gag. The video was of Aegon draining a shot between some broad’s tits. You could see the coke on the table in the back, loads of it.

Aemond peered over and barked a laugh, “Oh he’s going to be a nightmare in the morning.”

You swallowed at the comment, a thought leaving as soon as it appeared.

You grumbled, “Hopefully Cole will leave him out there.” Daeron smirked, “Someone’s still mad about summer.” You batted Daeron’s shoulder, now clad in Hel’s sweater. You pouted, “Try getting left alone all night! It sucked.” Your twin gave you a look, murmuring, “I know he’s your favorite for some reason but you shouldn’t trust Aegon.” You leveled him with a glare.

Daeron dropped the subject and the rest of the evening went smoothly. You went to bed when your twin had to return to the team complex. You tossed around for a bit, wondering about your eldest brother. Eventually sleep graced you. Not for long.

You groggily beat at whoever was in your bed. You rasped, “There’s no ghosts here Daeron.” Then realization hit you. Daeron was across Oldtown. Bolting upright you flicked on the lamp to be greeted with a disheveled Aegon. His purple eyes were big and sad. Obviously he’d been crying. Your big brother was likely suffering from a coke crash into a sad drunk fit.

You cursed, “The fuck are you doing? How did you get here?”

Aegon’s plush lips wobbled as he sniffed, “Cole got me.”

“Why are you crying?”

Aegon sniveled some more, “Did you mean that earlier? Does anyone like me? Why do y-you hate me?”

You gawked at him, perplexed by the behavior. Throwing up your hands you demanded, “Aegon you’re twenty-four years old, why are you crying in my bed like we’re children? I don’t hate you, you’re just a selfish prick.”

The blonde threw himself on top of you with another cry, apologizing profusely. You sighed, “Thanks- I guess. It hurt my feelings when you left me alone all night. I thought I was more important than that, big brother.” If you were turning the screws on him, that was your business alone, but it worked like a charm.

He pulled back and shook his pale locks, blubbering, “No-no-no you are so important to me, I am a selfish prick! I’ll make it up to you when Daeron wins!” Aegon was embarrassingly pathetic. But here you were, rubbing his heaving back while he whimpered, “No one gets me like you do.” You idly wondered if he said this to other girls or just his sister, which had long been a strangeness never deeply thought about. It’s just something that was, is.

You sighed, “I love you big brother, of course I get you, now can you get the booze clothes off and we can go to bed? I have some leftover headache stuff you can take.” He snuffled into your neck, wetting your skin with more tears. Shoving the man off you gently ushered him along.

“Promise you love me? I love you more than anything little sister,” he whispered into the darkness once the light clicked off.

You replied, eyes unblinking up into the inky black of the room while he cuddled into you, “Love you more than anything big brother.” A tear slipped down your cheek but you arms were too busy wrapped around Aegon to wipe it.

You awoke again tucked into his frame like many a night from the past. He always came back to you. As soon as Daeron and you grew up enough to not be attached at the hip, that’s when Aegon sunk his talons in.

He pressed little sleepy kisses to your neck, humming in contentment. Aegon murmured, “Smell so sweet. My perfect sister.” You swallowed at the feeling of his cock swollen and nestled between your thighs, only separated by thin cotton. Wetness had already seeped out your cunt, probably started when you were still asleep.

You chided, “A-Aegon, what if mother walks in?”

He whined, “C’mon, please, missed my sister’s pussy, please baby.” You found your will crumbling at the sounds of his breathless grunts and hot cock rubbing against your swollen folds. Aegon moaned like a needy whore in your ear, rutting harder and whimpering like he couldn’t enough. His hands grabbed and groped at your tits desperately.

“Hnnn- oh fuck, you get me so horny, m’so fucking hot for you.”

You rolled your hips back easily, playing into this mood. It was like muscle memory now, start baby talking him when he got this desperate. You pitched up your moans, “Yeah? Big brother all hard n’ achy for me? Gonna mess your little sisters panties up before breakfast?”

“Fuck!,” he cried, mouthing at your shoulder with a shudder. Aegon mewled, “Yeah, yeah- mmmfuck yeah m’gonna bust, so hard for you.” You taunted, “Didn’t even get a nut off last night? My handsome big brother surrounded by all these pretty girls and- oh- has to come rut into the baby?”

The tip of his cock was dragging the soaked material of your panties across sensitive nerves. You cried Aegon’s name softly, pressing your tits into his greedy hands, squeezing around his prick. He stuttered and whined, long and loud at your ministrations. The prince whimpered out, voice strangled by desire, “I thought about you, how much mmh- better your pussy is, oh gods m’gonna cum!”

You turned around to seize his loose lips, colliding with wet smacks. Both of you drooled and whined into eachother’s mouth, fucking faster by the second. The bed was faintly squeaking by now. You gasped, “Brother! Aegon!” He rasped, “Love you oh my gods love you.”

The elder seized up, hot cum soaking and staining your underwear further. He whined through his nose, exhaling on a choppy breath. You came soon after, Aegon’s whining and tweaking at your tits sending you over the precipice with a tight squeeze and muffled wail.

Your legs trembled as he slumped against you, pressing another kiss before rolling onto his back with a sigh. He jerked you over to him while fumbling to the side for his phone. You laid quietly while he slid through the messages and videos, a frown on his lips. He asked, “Do you ever think about running off to Essos?”

You shrugged, “Sometimes. I don’t think it’ll be much different for you in Braavos or Astapor.”

He challenged, “It would be just me and you. I swear.” The phone was put away petulantly, his red rimmed eyes staring into your own. Footsteps passed outside, your eyes nervously flickering to the door. Peering back at Aegon you said, “Just say the word and I’ll go, big brother.”

He seemed satisfied at that, lips curling back up. Aegon sighed, “Good. I’ll get going then. Love you.” He pecked your lips again and darted out an old servant’s exit while you watched blankly. Holding back a retch you texted Daeron, “Good luck today!”

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oh-no-my-hand-slipped · 3 months

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Taking Care of the Underdog

A small, self-indulgent snzfic

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Subject: Glass Joe and Doc (Punch Out!)

Length: Ficlet

Genre: Caretaking, Emotional Whump

Rating: E for Everyone

CW/TW: Bruises, Tears

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Joe was no stranger to aches and pains.

In fact, it was almost his motif — the dark, bruise-like circle under his eyes, his crooked nose, the many bruises that covered his body like one of his favorite paintings at the the Louvre. If he was perfectly honest, Joe felt strange when some part of his body wasn’t swollen and pounding.

But today, it seemed every part of him hurt, not just his injuries from the night before. There was someone different in the ring, not Little Mac, who he still sparred with occasionally.

No, this was a newcomer — a short man with brilliant blonde hair and a mean right hook who seemed to take pleasure in beating Joe to a pulp. Not that there were many people who didn’t.

But this match, the referee had to almost pry the man off of him, as he tried to get his punches in long after the ending bell had rung. His nose was broken again, and, according to the medic on hand, he had an orbital fracture. Not to mention the countless bruises on his chest, arms, and, most painfully, his stomach.

Reporters had swarmed him as he left the building, asking the same questions, usually about his abysmal stats and constant visit to the medic’s office after matches. He brushed them off, as usual, and, without money for a bus or a taxi, began his long walk home.

As was just his luck, it began to rain. He could only move so fast as he tried to dodge the rain by ducking under awnings and doorways. It wasn’t long before his sweater was completely soaked through, and his hair drooped as the gel was washed out of it.

By the time Joe got to his apartment building, he was soaking wet, leaving dark spots on the carpet as he limped into the lobby. The desk manager didn’t look up from his solitaire as he walked by, but did a sideways glare at the wet footprints Joe left behind.

After a few flights of stairs — the elevator had been broken for months — Joe finally made it to his apartment. He had barely been able to strip off his dripping clothes before collapsing onto his mattress, passing out almost immediately.

Now, Joe had awoken to not just the tenderness of his bruises, but an aching pain all over his body. While a normal match might leave him a little sore, today it hurt to even turn his head. But, with a wince, he rolled himself to the edge of the mattress, one hand on the cold wooden floor and the other tangled in his blanket.

“Zut alors…” he muttered. His voice crackled, causing him to cough.

Joe felt a shooting pain in his ribs, the skin around them now splotched purple. He clutched his stomach with one arm, pushing himself up with the other. Though every joint aches and threatened to give out, Joe managed to hoist himself up using the nearby coffee table.

As he straightened, he felt a heaviness settle into his head, right behind his eyes. All of a sudden, he wanted nothing more than to fall back on his mattress. He would have, if not for his growling stomach.

He managed to stumble his way to the kitchen, getting a box of cereal from the cupboard. As he poured the milk, he stirred the flakes so it would be nice and soft for his sore jaw.

“Nhih-!”

Joe nostrils suddenly flared, and before he could set the carton down, he crumbled in on himself, splashing milk on the counter.

“ii’PTCHIEW! ii’TSHIEW! P’SHIEW!”

He let out sneeze after shuddering sneeze. He tried to stifle them, but that only made his abs and chest burn with pain.

Finally, though, his nose was relieved, and he leaned against the milk soaked counter, catching his breath. He got a rag from the oven handle and began wiping up the mess, occasionally having to sneeze into the same cloth to keep from making another one.

He took his bowl to the table, wincing as he sat down. But, before he could eat a single spoonful, a loud knock came from his apartment door. Joe jumped, then cringed from his muscles tensing so suddenly.

“Koff! Cobing…” he murmured.

He grabbed a scarf from his hat rack and tied it around his neck, both to warm himself up and cover any marks he might have had.

Much to his relief, instead of a reporter or one of his few fans, Joe opened the door to see Doc, forehead beaded with sweat and breathing heavily.

“Whew…Mac oughta - huff! - use these stairs for his training instead of a treadmill.”

Doc sighed as he caught his breath.

“I always wondered how you kept your legs so muscular. If you’re walkin’ up and down these every day, you don’t have to do much else.”

Joe smiled weakly. “Merci.”

Doc, finally catching his breath, squinted at the boxer.

“Woah, Joe…you don’t look so good. Well, worse than you usually look, I mean. Not that I’m surprised. That guy almost killed ya last night…he probably would’ve if the ref hadn’t pulled him off.”

He held up a first aid kit.

“I thought maybe you use a little more TLC than the medics gave ya. That alright?”

Joe nodded, letting him in.

“They gotta get better medics in the ring,” Doc continued, opening the first aid kit on the counter. “They got nothin’ but a box of bandaids and a prayer.”

He pulled out a roll of gauze and a small pair of scissors.

“You mind taking off your shirt?”

Joe obliged, taking both his sweater and his scarf off and laying them on the table. A cascade of bruises from the size of a penny to a baseball lined his stomach and ribcage. Where there wasn’t a bruise, there was a barely healed scrape or a boxing glove shaped welt.

“Christ almighty,” Doc said, shaking his head. “He really did beat you up, didn’t he? The newcomers always have somethin’ to prove.”

He laid his hand on Joe’s ribcage, and Joe quickly flinched away.

“Aw, hey, it’s okay. I’ll be gentle. I’ve seen my fair share of scrapes.”

Joe squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself. Doc felt around his chest and stomach, examining the bruises. Though he was indeed gentle, Joe still cringed.

“Huh.”

Doc put the back of his hand on Joe’s chest, then moved up to his neck, then to his forehead.

“You feelin’ alright, Joe? You’re burnin’ up-”

“iiii’PTSHHHH! PSHHH’iew!”

Joe managed to turn away in time to catch his sneezes, but not enough to support himself. A shooting, burning pain across his entire body made him cry out in pain. He leaned on the table, clutching his stomach.

“Oh, baby…” Doc said, clucking his tongue. “Here, why don’t you sit down…”

He pulled a folding chair closer behind Joe, who collapsed into it, still holding his stomach. Doc took a few instant cold packs from the first aid kit, squeezing them before applying them to Joe’s bruises.

“I thought you looked pale. Or, well, paler than you usually are.”

Doc took another cold pack and put it on Joe’s forehead.

“Bless your heart. I bet that hurt, sneezin’ like that. We’ll get you wrapped up, and then you can get back to bed, okay?”

Joe nodded and let out a trembling breath — both from the pain and the freezing ice packs.

Doc got to work, disinfecting Joe’s many wounds. The boxer cringed, but tried his best to stay still. With his entire body aching, it was difficult to stand even the small sting from the peroxide.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I know it hurts,” Doc murmured. “But I gotta get these cleaned out before you get real sick.”

When he was finally finished, Doc used a roll of orange gauze to wrap Joe’s injuries. With his quick, practiced movements, it was, blessedly, a much faster process.

“That oughta feel better, huh?” he said, taking out a small bottle of salve.

Joe just sniffled, afraid to move his jaw too much to reply.

“I can’t believe that they just sent you home like this,” Doc continued. “Especially with your history. Might as well have given you a peppermint and called your mama!”

He began to apply the salve to Joe’s rubber burns.

“And that ref had no business bein’ in the ring. They didn’t call any illegal moves, or even talk to the judges! It was like every man for himself in there! Headbutts, liver punches, back of the head-”

“Excuseh…heh-!”

Joe pulled away, his nostrils flaring. He felt his stomach and chest burn with every trembling hitch, but it was too late to stop himself.

He had no idea which would hurt more — stifling or letting himself sneeze. But neither would be pleasant.

Before he could decide, Doc had wrapped his arms around Joe’s shoulder and back, fully supporting his aching body. Joe buried his nose into the medic’s shoulder, too exhausted to think of etiquette.

“iiiii’PTCHHH! it’TSCHH! PTCHH’oo!”

Joe clung to Doc’s sleeves, letting out sneeze after painful sneeze. Doc pulled him closer, bracing him as much as he could.

“You’ve really gotta cold, don’t you?” he said, rubbing the back of Joe’s head. “Or maybe the flu, from the sound of it.”

Finally, Joe pulled back, sniffling. Doc pulled out a clean rag from his pocket.

“Here ya go. No use keeping that stuff in your nose.”

Joe nodded, taking the rag and blowing his nose with a thick honk. He shuddered. Doc put his arm around Joe’s shivering shoulders, helping him to his feet.

“C’mere, baby, let’s lay you down. You look like you’re about to drop any second - and you’ve already banged up your head enough.”

Doc led Joe to his mattress on the floor, bending down to help him slide between the covers.

“I’ll stay here for a while, just to make sure you’re feeling better. Here at the table, okay?”

Joe sniffled as Doc tucked the quilt under him.

“And if you wake up with a real bad headache,” he continued, “or a bruise that doesn’t look right, or any pain you weren’t feelin’ before, let me know so we can have somebody take a closer look at ya. If you feel the same, we’ll go ahead and get you some medicine.”

Doc pulled a small thermometer out of the first aid box.

“Let’s go ahead and check that fever. Say ‘ah’.”

Joe opened his mouth, letting Doc hold the thermometer under his tongue. After a minute or so, Doc held it to the light. His eyebrows furrowed.

“You better stay in bed, Joe, okay?” he said, reaching for another cold pack. “I’ll tell the ref you can’t make the match today.”

He set his jaw.

“Hope he chokes on his whistle.”

Joe began to cough, and Doc pulled the blanket further up the boxer’s shoulders.

“But, in the meantime, you’ve got a fight of your own right here. And you’re already winnin’.”

Doc smiled, and, despite himself, Joe felt his swollen lower lip quiver. There was always such warmth in the medic’s face, such compassion. And when most wanted to see how many bones you could break in one match, that meant the world.

“Monsieur…I…I’b sorry…”

Joe’s eyes began to fill with tears. Doc clucked his tongue, wiping a few of them with his thumb.

“Aw, baby, it’s alright. I’m just doin’ what the school nurses at the ring shoulda done.”

He stood with a grunt, then began putting away the cold packs and other supplies back into the first aid kid.

“Now you just rest. I’ve got a few calls to make…”

Joe hiccuped, settling into the covers. After all that had happened, he was feeling pretty tired. He finally let his heavy eyes close, and he quickly drifted off.

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runa-falls · 2 years

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Hi can I make a request for Steven grant? Where you and Steven are close friends, both have unsaid feelings. He’s now a tour guide and you join his tour one day with out him letting him know. he’s taught you so much about Egypt throughout your friendship, so you’re the most intrigued out of the group of patrons, asking lots of questions because you know how much Steven loves to inform. Cute fluff pining.

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thank you for the request @harrys-tittie (love the username btw)

pairing: steven grant x reader

rating: fluff, fluff, fluff :D

warnings: friends-to-lovers type pining, a little kissing, steven being a flustered little cutie pie 😩

word count: 1.9k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I loved this request cuz of soft!steven and how excited he gets ab egypt 🥺 this one is a bit longer than I meant for it to be--

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Steven has been a ball of nervous energy ever since he got his promotion. And you get it, going from a gift shoppist to a full on tour guide is a huge step, one he’s been anticipating since he started working at the museum.

But you have full faith that he’ll knock everyone’s socks off, knowing how in-the-zone he can get when it comes to the subject of Egyptology. You’ve seen the way his nervous demeanor can melt away when he recalls intricate stories of different Egyptian gods.

Apparently, he was caught vomiting information to a customer who was just trying to buy some scarab-shaped gummies. Instead of demanding him to shut up and get back to work like Donna would (and has several times), the suited man stuck around, intrigued by the vast knowledge Steven readily presented onto deaf ears.

It just so happened that he was the manager who looked over the tour guides at the museum. He was on his way to meet with Donna when his ears perked at Steven’s passionate lecture.

“Hey.” A gruff voice forces Steven to pause his rambling. He freezes up, eyes wide, finally noticing the stout man standing behind the customer. His arms are folded over his suited chest as he squints back, evaluating the curly headed cashier. “What’s your name?” Steven starts shifting uneasily, certain he was about to get chewed out.

“Uh, Steven?” It’s said more like a question, as if he were afraid he’d say the wrong answer. He swallows deeply, throat dry with anxiety. “With a ‘v’.” He mentally facepalms himself, wondering why he felt the need to add that bit of information.

“Ok, ‘Steven with a v’, how much do you know about Egyptian gods?”

“I-I suppose I know a lot more than a gift shoppist should…” He says sheepishly, mentally preparing himself to be yelled at. The man nods with consideration, thoughts visibly running through his balding head.

“Would you be interested in giving tours here?” Blinking dumbly, Steven wonders if he heard him correctly.

“Tours?” He almost coughs it out, surprise leaving him breathless.

“Yes, like educating people about Ancient Egypt.”

“Are you… serious?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

—

Immediately after, you received a very loud call full of excited babbling, nervous muttering, and gasps of disbelief, followed by a soft invitation to join him for a celebration dinner at his place.

You’ve never seen him so awake when he answered the door, ushering you into his delicious smelling flat. Lit candles are scattered around different tables, beautifully basking his apartment in a warm glow.

Your face beams at the romantic setting, ignoring the riskiness of having open flamed candles so close to his many stacks of books. You notice the elegantly set table near the ‘kitchen’, already donned with dinner.

“Wow, Steven, this is amazing.” Now you regret arriving in casual street clothes. Usually you and Steven have weekly dinners, talking about everything and nothing, or eating while binging tv shows. It was always a last minute deal, never on the same day two weeks in a row. You assumed this would be the same.

As you start to shrug off your worn sweater, you feel gentle fingers brush against the base of your neck, sending shivers up your body. Steven doesn’t notice as he innocently assists tugging it off of you before placing it on the coat rack next to his door.

“S’nothing really.” He rubs the back of his neck with a small smile, a nervous tick you’ve become familiar with. “Just wanted to share this big news with m’best mate, is all.” Your shoulders sag at that, reminded of your one-sided feelings once again.

“I’m so happy for you, Steven! You’re finally getting what you deserve.” He responds with a shy smile, eyes refusing to meet yours. You find his flustered demeanor so endearing. Loving how his face heats up when he catches you staring, or the way his words start to stutter as your thighs touch on the couch.

Poor, oblivious Steven has no idea how intentional those actions are.

Through dinner he raves about the script he has planned for his first set of tours, eagerly sharing the different sections he’ll be presenting. You mentally take a note when he mentions when he will be giving tours, wanting to see your best friend in action.

“...So now they want me there every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, alternating with another guide who specializes in Ancient Egypt, too.” You listen attentively, happily drinking in his excitement. “God. I can’t believe this is actually happening!”

“You’re gonna be great, Steven!” You take a hold of his hand across the table, giving him a reassuring squeeze, “I’ve never met anyone who knows about Egypt like you do, you’re brilliant.”

Unfortunately the cheery mood doesn’t last for long. The honeymoon phase ceases as a wave of concern crashes over him. “Oh god, but what if I say something stupid or trip into a priceless artifact while walking backwards to guide them? Maybe I haven’t thought this through all the way!”

“Steven- Please, calm down. We both know you’re at your best when speaking of something you’re passionate about, hm?” He nods, anxiously patting down his curls. “So just pretend like you’re guiding me through the museum, yeah?”

“Okay. Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

—

Your chest heaves with short breaths as you rush out of the bus and up the steps of the museum. You only have five minutes before the tour starts.

It’s Friday afternoon, the last day of Steven’s first week as a tour guide. You meant to show up earlier in the week, but work has been understaffed and unbelievably demanding. Luckily, your co-worker agreed to cover you for today. Of course, you only found this out an hour before you were supposed to catch the bus. .

You check your watch, hoping it would give you more time to cool down once you get inside. You spot a group of people congregating to the side of the enormous room, talking idly as they wait for their tour guide. Perfect, you’re right on time.

“Hello!” A familiar light voice acknowledges the group. You turn to see Steven in a crisp looking outfit, lanyard hanging around his neck. The conversations hush as people start to notice him, heads turning to consider the soft spoken man.

“Welcome to the National Art Gallery! I am Steven, with a v,” He points at his cute little name tag pinned onto his shirt, “and I’ll be showing you some Ancient Egyptian artifacts today.” The group obediently shuffles after him as he guides them to the first artifact.

We stop in front of a green eye-shaped artifact covered by a protective glass box. Everyone gathers around the ceramic amulet, amazed by its perfect condition. You stay back wanting to hear what Steven has to say about it.

“This is a 'wedjat' eye amulet. It represents the healed eye of Horus, the god of the sky. It is said that Horus’ eye was injured or taken by Seth, the god of disorder, then ultimately restored by Thoth, the god of knowledge. To the Egyptians, the wedjat eye symbolizes rebirth and embodies the power to heal.” He pauses, letting the information sit as people continue to silently gaze at the tiny artifact.

You raise your hand wanting him to continue. “I have a question.”

“Sure-” He turns at your voice, choking on his response when he sees you. You send him a sheepish smile, not meaning to fluster him. “I-uh, yes. What is your question?”

“Since these represent rebirth, are they buried with the dead?”

“Yes, actually, I’m glad you brought that up!” He winks at you, sending heat tingling at the tops of your cheeks. He turns back to speak to the whole crowd. “Since these amulets are believed to have healing and protective powers, curators have found them around tombs and even placed on the forehead of some mummies."

He gestures towards the delicate artifact, "This one in particular was found on the mummy of Nesmin’s forehead. He was an Egyptian priest and he was buried with 30 other amulets!” You hear some ‘wow’s and ‘damn’s scattered in the crowd. You can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips as you watch Steven in his natural element.

—

“Should’ve told me you were coming…I would’ve taken you on a personal tour!”

“Nonsense. I loved watching you work your magic, mesmerizing your audience.” You nudge your elbow at him teasingly, hands still shoved in your coat to defend against the cool air. You’re walking side-by-side as the sun lowers, looking for a nice hot meal on the way home.

He playfully rolls his eyes, bashfully taking your compliment. He walks in front of you before taking steps backwards like he’s still giving you a tour. “I mean, at least I didn’t fall when I walked backwards. I’m basically a pro at it now.” He shrugs, slowing to a stop and blocking you from going any further.

“Uh, and thank you for asking so many questions. I finally got to talk about things that weren’t in the script.”

“I was really curious about everything you showed us, and you didn’t even hesitate to answer every question I threw at you. You were amazing up there!”

“You’re amazing.” His quiet voice contradicts the way his dark eyes bore down into yours. You realize this is the first time he has held eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.

Your lips part like you’re about to say something, but you can’t utter a word as he takes a few steps closer, taking your hands out of your pockets before wrapping them in his.

“I-uh, I think you’re amazing–I mean–well I already said that.” His thumbs rub over your palms as he rambles on, mouth moving faster than his mind can keep up with. “You are very beautiful–not like that’s all you are, uhm, and smart and you are weirdly good at uno-?”

“I think you’re amazing too.” You stare up at him through your lashes, interrupting him with a shy smile. “I think you’re adorable, way too sweet for your own good,” comforting brown eyes search your face, praying to the gods that your words are true, “and you’re weirdly bad at uno.” You smirk as you finish, relishing in the warmth of how close he is to you.

“But in a like-like way, right?” You nod slowly, taking his face in your hands. Your eyes trail along each dip and bow of his lips.

“Yes Steven, in a like-like way.”

“O-okay, cool, ‘cos I feel the same. Like, I like you in a like-like-” You shut him up with a kiss, almost melting from the feel of his soft mouth eagerly pushing back. His body relaxes against yours, breathing you in as his hands pull you closer by your waist. You hum in approval as he hesitantly slides his tongue against yours.

He starts to become more confident as he continues, nipping at your bottom lip to earn himself a small whimper. Your lips separate for a breath, still holding on to each other in the middle of the sidewalk.

You feel heat run down your body as you meet his gaze, eyes unabashedly drinking in your mussed form. You’re not used to being the flustered one.

“I could give you a personalized tour of my flat, if you’d like?” He holds a breath, hoping he isn’t being too forward all of the sudden.

“I’d like that.”

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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Girl I just saw a tiktok and I need yaa and I know your busy but when you have time please consider this 😏

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFBatAQb/

Fratboy! Austin you know the hot bad boy of college x reader

Love your work can't wait to read more ❤️🌹

ludus

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how one fateful car wash has you wanting to fool around with a boy who you probably shouldn't. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 2091 warnings: faint tinge of asshole austin. talking shit on fraternities and sororities. implications of being a bad boy. faint enemy to lovers implications? there's not that much to warn for to be honest. author’s note: i did tell you i'd eventually get to this. so happy six month anniversary to this prompt! lord i'm so sorry you're a saint darling for waiting so long on this. i'm genuinely not a frat/sorority person especially since the ones at my college always rubbed me the wrong way. i hope you enjoy this and once again, i am so sorry this took so long i couldn't figure out how to start it for the longest time and then y'all know how it goes. also to anyone wanting to watch the tiktok? it's gone but i think i remembered most of it? but that's how long i took on this y'all. the tiktok got deleted. also i don't know if i'd be open to a part two to this. never say never but like i said this whole prompt was really tricky for me and i am loath to disappoint anyone. if you want to be on my taglist fill out the form here.

"What's the harm in enjoying a car wash done by hot guys?" Your best friend asks watching you from her perch on your bed, filing her nails as you struggle to find a pair of shoes in your closet.

"Nothing, actually. Except for the part where you told me that hey it's the frat boys doing the cleaning and you know I would rather die than see a frat boy getting all wet and showing off against my windows." Your answer is muffled in between a sweater you've got your face pressed against and the wall before you let out a triumphant squeal. "Ha! I found them!"

She waits until you come out of the closet holding the shoes in your hand with a grin on your face to say anything back to you. "For someone who doesn't want that you certainly have thought about it. I like them and even I didn't think about them rubbing their chests and abs all over the windows. It's free. Technically it's for charity so they're asking for donations but you don't have to donate."

You tilt your head and let out a soft laugh. "I don't have to donate. I can get a free car wash done by very annoying boys. Just have to drive there," you pause, "okay."

"Okay. Hold on. You- You literally were just saying you don't want to get it done. Like you've spent thirty minutes telling me how much you hate the idea and acting like I'm the devil for suggesting it. What even-"

As you hand your best friend the shoes, you use your free hand to shush her as you speaking. “It means you should have led with free if you wanted me to go do it. You know I avoid frat and sorority things like the plague.”

If anyone were to ask you why you avoided those things you'd like to argue that it was the principle of the matter. Yes, they had to pay dues and yes they had to do all those events and be busy all the time but they also got their own buildings near or on the campus. They got to throw their parties that everyone wanted to go to, including your best friend. They got to charm the administration and got to network and everything that was built into a system where if you were too broke you weren't getting to do it. Sure, some of the members weren't well off- you've met a few of them- but they have the best friends that cover their dues so it's fine for them. It's not that you had ever wanted to be in a sorority, not like that, but they rub you the wrong way.

It also certainly doesn't help that you know half the boys in the frats are trouble with a capital T and well, after one or two run ins with them in class you know to just avoid them lest you do something stupid or lest they do something stupid. The arrangement works out beautifully for everyone for the most part. But you can see how dirty your car looks and you see just how much he needs a wash so sacrifices have to be made in the name of a clean car for free.

The second you move your hand from in front of her mouth her lips curl into a grin. "You know that means I can just lie to you to get you to come to these things now, right? Just dangle free in front of you."

The eye roll you give her betrays just how comical you find the idea before you shrug. "Consider it me trusting you to not be the worst best friend on the planet. If you really are planning on it, though, you can give me back the shoes."

She doesn't give you back the shoes.

The thing about events like this is that everyone and their mother are here. Somehow alumnis hear about it, somehow the surrounding area hears about it and the entire campus knows about it already. It means that you have to block off an entire afternoon for this adventure. Thankfully it's just a Friday afternoon and you don't work until later on that night.

So while it might take a long while to be finished you'd at least not have to worry about being late. The boys had given you the option to wait outside but you felt more comfortable in your car than anywhere else. Besides it allowed you the ability to do an assignment you had been putting off for an embarrassing amount of time. Before you know it an hour has gone by and you find yourself being startled by a rap of fingers against your window.

"What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself more than anything else as you roll down the window and look up to see the one frat boy above all else you didn't want to see. "Butler? Seriously?"

"Haven't heard anyone call me that since Freshman year. Don't keep up with names do you? It's been AB for years." Austin laughs, before holding up a bucket. "Your turn. You going to donate or are you just here to watch me wash your car?"

The response that sits on the tip of your tongue feels too harsh. It feels like you're going to regret it the second it comes out so you let it sit as you shut your book and set in the seat next to you before turning to Austin with a sneer. "Are you that full of yourself that you think every girl wants to watch you get all wet washing their car before you ride off on your little motorcycle?"

That pause hadn't helped and you still said what was on the tip of your tongue. You almost wince at it before you realize that nothing could have prevented your vitriol from spewing at him. Yet, somehow his smile grows and actually seems genuine, not like the smarmy one you're used to seeing on his face in class or across the courtyard. It's almost endearing in a way. He leans against your car a little more, his head almost able to see into the messy front of your car and you don't stop him. "No, I don't. But I think you might. Most girls didn't go on about me being wet," he grabs at his tank top and shows you how remarkably dry it is, "I know that's what people go for with these things but kind of defeats the purpose of washing your car if I get my pecs streaking soap along it."

Your mouth dries at the thought of Austin shirtless against your will as you're quiet for just a moment. "At least you realize that. Look, I just want my car washed. We're all pretty broke here and I have a shift in a few hours. And I don't-"

"You don't want me to wash your car, do you?" He finishes off your thought with a frown and looks actually a little chagrined. "I'm not- Look I know I have a reputation and it's warranted but I'm not going to do anything to you. If I don't wash it you're gonna be stuck here for another hour because Luke and Kelvin are flirting with the car in front of you. Alton is showing off to the car before that and Tyler- I honestly don't know where Tyler ran off to but I'm gonna kick his ass later. You said it yourself. You've got a shift in a few hours. I've got one too. I wash your car, we both get to be done sooner rather than later?"

"Where do you work?" You ask, trying to ignore how Austin has a point.

He rubs at the back of his neck forgetting that he had gotten it a bit wet holding the bucket. "That restaurant over downtown. Not the one that's always busy-"

"The one that's calm except for the rushes before and after everyone goes to the bars." The words flow off your tongue because you work at the one that's always busy. Austin raises an eyebrow. "I work at the busy one, Butler."

There's a moment where you just look at Austin and look up to where you see his fellow frat boys are doing exactly what he said they were doing and you lean your head up against your headrest. "Fine. Just no funny business."

He nods and gives you a salute as you roll up the window, shaking your head as you open your book back up. Despite what Austin had said about not being messy and keeping himself dry as you sneak glances you see him getting his tank top wet. You see suds and water sliding down his chest and sweat sliding down his neck. It shouldn't be attractive and yet you almost think he's putting on a show for you. You know better, you know that Austin as sweet as he was during your conversation is a bad boy. The kind of guy who takes a girl for a good time and leaves her high and dry the next day. He's never been cruel but he could stand to maybe try and not lead girls on, you think.

You force yourself to focus on your book until you look up again and see his chest through his light colored tank top against your window and start to roll it down, watching as he comically wasn't prepared for it and nearly falls into your car, bashing his arm slightly as he does. "What are you doing?"

He grins, recovering from his almost fall. "Giving you the full package you wanted. Can't do the motorcycle but-"

"Ugh." You groan and shake your head. "I give you a chance and this is what you do. Oh my god, I knew better and yet here I am with you being- you. Just stop, Butler. Stop trying to be charming and finish up. Seriously, I- I didn't want to deal with this for a reason. Should have just waited."

Austin is silent for a moment and looks as if he's gonig to say something, maybe apologize before you roll up the window cutting off any attempt to. Rather than ask you to roll it down he does what you ask and you find yourself leaving the area no more than ten minutes later with a nice clean car.

Later on that night your shift's finally ended and it was a good one, a solid one that's going to allow you to easily pay for some things you've been needing to get for ages. The walk to your car is always a little terrifying and you're always a little on edge so when you hear a voice you almost don't recognize you jump.

"It's dark, what are you even- Fuck, Butler, what are you doing-" Your thoughts are a jumble as you try and calm your beating heart and watch as Austin steps closer to you, trying to calm you down.

"Sorry- I didn't think this through, I- I wanted to apologize about earlier. I'm not- You're not- Most girls sort of trip over themselves for me. Or to be with me for a night or something. You didn't."

Your eyes narrow as you tilt your head. "Yeah, because I'm not the sort of person who enjoys one night stands with bad frat boys with reputations. Or one night stands in general but that's not the point, I guess?"

Even in the dim light of the street lamps Austin looks a little innocent and a little boyish when he speaks next. "Are you the sort of person who would agree to a date with a frat boy who just got off his shift and has kind of been wanting to get to know you for ages?"

It occurs to you that your best friend had to have something to do with this because there's no way this is just a coincidence. Austin looks innocent enough and like he's being genuine in asking and so you let out a sigh. "There's that 24 hour diner nearby. They make pretty good pancakes. Early breakfast?"

"Only if I can show you how I'm sweeter than the pancakes." The words slip out of his mouth as you let out a laugh.

"Just for that. Sure, Butler, even if that was such a bad line. How do you pull any girls with that?"

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abedsweaters · 1 year

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Season 6 Episode 13: Emotional Consequences of Broadcast Television

Outfit 1: Burnt Orange Hoodie appearance #6: reviewed here

How appropriate that the show ends with abed wearing one of his most worn and one of my least liked outfits of his!

Outfit 2: Orange and Purple Flannel

Classification: Flannel

Rating: 4/5

EDIT: Idk why but I keep remembering that I fucked up in my LAST regular abed sweater post EVER because i didn’t include the shirt he wears in the ending montage. So finally I am rectifying this. Nothing else to say I’m sorry it’s not that interestinggggg

That’s a wrap folks! I hope you enjoyed the journey, especially if you’ve been here since 2020 when I started this as a dumb quarantine project. Thanks to everyone for following and reading my silly little opinions. I don’t expect to do any more Abed Madness or anything but I might finish off the project with a couple of fun recap posts if I find the time to, so don’t unfollow and block just yet :)

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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May we please have more weak m!hero and strong f!villain?

My brain has now dubbed it my favourite trope😳

Part 1

CW: ummm none I think, drunkness maybe? Panic attack a little bit?

Sidekick toed at a stray pebble in one of the sidewalk cracks, rocking it back and forth on one pointed end as he leaned against the garden box lining Villain's headquarters. Roses and chrysanthemums filled the crisp air with heady perfume and the moon shone silver in leftover rain puddles, almost like some higher power had banished all this morning’s bad weather until a later date. So perfect it was unsettling.

This was a bad idea.

It wasn't his elevated heart rate that alerted him. Or the underlying wrongness hanging in the air, heavy and uncomfortable as the intermingling humidity. No, Sidekick knew because in order to come tonight he'd had to lie to Hero. And when you only trusted one person in the world, that wasn't something you typically did.

"You'll be fine going out as yourself?" she'd asked this morning in response to Sidekick's garbage excuse about visiting friends. He hadn't mentioned anything from Tuesday's Villain incident, except for his failure to retrieve the blueprints, obviously, and luckily, she hadn't asked for details. Though maybe if she had, Sidekick would have realized sooner that this outing was going to require his civilian persona. It was the only way to avoid any of it from reaching Hero's ears or worse, the press.

"Y-yeah," he'd said. "It's already been a long time. And it's not like I can hide behind a mask forever."

"Guess not," she'd smiled, clapping his shoulder on her way out. Then she'd paused and briefly turned back. "I'm proud of you."

That was like a punch to the stomach. Not only was he not fine, getting her hopes up over nothing, but he was lying to her face and going out with her worst enemy.

"Cute shirt."

Sidekick's jolted out of his thoughts, gaze leaping from his scuffed toes to Villain's luminescent eyes, like the silver halos wrapped around the moon in a hazy sky. Then he looked down at his burgundy sweater, the leaves of his button-up collar peeking through the top.

"Oh! Um, thanks." He quickly glanced at her outfit, a black jumpsuit with ribbon straps tied in big bows across the shoulders. He did his absolute best not to linger too long on her bare biceps. At least this time there was relieving lack of abs. Showing that is. Of course, they were still there. Underneath. Ready to snap a man in two...

"You look nice!" he erupted suddenly, shoving those thoughts to a violent rest.

Villain smiled, stepping a little closer and smoothly tucking a piece of hair behind Sidekick's burning ear before taking half a step down the walk. "Should we go?"

Sidekick's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. Right. Go. They had to go walk around now. Face exposed. For everyone to see. For them to see. If they were around. But Villain was staring at them so expectantly…

With some effort, he got one leg forward, and then the other.

Satisfied, Villain continued on. "So I was thinking--"

"Why don't we go for a drink?"

It burst out before he had time to think, too loud and edged with desperation.

Idiot, Sidekick immediately chastised himself. He already knew he wasn’t good at drinking, it’s why he stuck to special occasions. But it was the only place he could think of that was dim enough to obscure his face and still public enough to protect him if anything went wrong.

Villain paused.

"Well, if that's what you want to do,” she said finally. voice as smooth and neutral as the unsweetened yogurt in his fridge. “Do you know a good place?"

“Oh. Well…well I…”

No. No he didn’t. It had been far too long since he went out anywhere, his vision of the city, past its rooftops and dark streets, was rusty. But Hero went out sometimes, with friends, with Vigilante, with all those people who weren’t too messed up to be themselves, and she mentioned the names of the establishments sometimes. At least, the really good ones. And the really bad ones. If he could just think back, and pick a name, any name…

“The Tilted Anchor!”

Villain raised one brow. “The one by the pier?”

How was Sidekick to know?

“Yes,” he lied confidently. “That’s the one.”

“It’s a little far...” Villain mused. “I don’t have my car tonight, so we’d have to take the metro.” She eyed the street ahead as if calculating the distance. “Are you sure that’s where you want to go?”

“Yes.”

No! Why couldn’t he think before he spoke? He easily could’ve asked her if she knew something closer, but it was too late now, right? What if she got mad? Said he was wishy washy, or that he should have planned ahead? And why didn’t he plan ahead? Why did he just jump into this? They’d only just met—met properly that is—and that was exactly what went wrong last time!

“Bug?” Villain’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. He jumped a little, tasting blood in his mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue found his lip ragged and worried from nervous chewing. He hadn’t even realized. “We can go if you like.”

Strangely, the steel in her eyes seemed softer. Even her smirk had lost its sharp edge, more of a wry lip curl now. He’d never seen her like this before. And that threw him. This was a date, but he wasn’t sure he’d actually expected Villain to treat it like one.

“Ok,” he said quietly, gratefully.

“Ok,” Villain repeated, lifting her hand, and with a little wave, they were off again.

***

The Tilted Anchor reeked of fish. And yes, the appetizer menu included fish, but should that salty sour smell really envelop the entire building? Not to mention that half the lights didn’t work, the bar was in need of a good wiping, and the floor creaked discomfortingly underfoot—not something you wanted in a building set on stilts.

Sidekicks slender shoulders slumped his first step through the door, and Villain immediately knew he’d never been here before. She might have known from his hesitation earlier, but then why had he been so insistent? Could this be some sort of trap? That didnt make a ton of sense since she’d basically been the one to ask him, but maybe that was Hero’s plan all along.

Vilain wasn’t actually sure why she’d encouraged this in the first place. Because a guy had finally validated her strength instead of getting weird? Because she wanted to know what scared heroes more than villains? Neither of those seemed good enough reasons. She wasn’t a teenager, she was a villain. A very good one at that.

“Over there?” Sidekick said, motioning to one of the darker tables, apparently still determined to see this through. His voice squeaked a little, and for not the first time Villain couldn’t help but find the little hero adorable. She dared hope, just a little, that this wasn’t a trap.

“Whatever you say, bug,” she responded. The nickname seemed to suit him more and more every time she said it, from his long, wobbly limbs, to his ever wide eyes, to the way his hair cow-licked in the front like a couple unruly antennae. Much of that had been previously obscured by his cowled mask, and as they slipped into the sticky seats, she determined to commit this rare view to memory. She drank him in until he started squirm and then looked a little longer.

She’d barely made up her mind on her next comment, something that that would really make him blush, when he suddenly burst to his feet.

“Drink?”

"Uhhh..."

Sidekick was already up and moving to the bar, head ducked so close to his chest, Villain wasn't even sure how he saw the path in front of him. He exchanged brief words with the bartender and returned several moments later with two tall reddish glasses.

“So, um, apparently they don't have a big menu. The lightest thing here is this spiced rum thing and--"

"Rum is not light at all," Villain interrupted. She tried to keep her voice teasing, pleasant, but what in the world was he doing? First, he brings her to this community food hazard, and then he doesn't even ask before getting her some random drink?

"Oh. Should I take it back...?"

And then he did that! How was she supposed to stay angry when he got all quiet and pulled cute, embarrassed faces like that one! She had half a mind to tell him to do it anyway and see just how flustered he became, but in the end she shook her head.

"It's fine."

She accepted the glass and took a tentative sip; it wasn't bad actually, the spices similar to something in a nice cider, except it burned in her chest and the back of her throat.

Sidekick's eyes watered through his first sip, but he swallowed a couple more gulps in rapid succession as if in a nervous attempt to prove his choice and get rid of the drink fast.

It wasn't long at all before he was blinking blurry-eyed around the room. Maybe it was best for Villain to stop here on her own drink if he was already being affected so fast.

"So," she said, leaning forward and guiding the hero’s glass back to the table and slightly out of his reach. "What brought you to our fine city? Not just the criminals I hope; I might get jealous."

Sidekick blinked slowly, "Er...no...Hero...Hero asked. So I came. Transfer."

"From where?"

Sidekick flinched, just slightly, barely perceptible, but still there. "Does it matter?"

"Suppose not."

Odd.

Sidekick blinked around the room a second time, squinting and wringing the ends of his fingers. What was he searching for? The press? Hero?

"Are you in some sort of trouble?"

Villain wasn't sure why that was the sentence that came out, perhaps because she'd seen looks like that before, from allies and victims alike.

"No!" he said too loudly, drawing a few eyes their direction, and then surged forward to snatch up his glass for another long drag. By the time he reached the drops at the bottom, he was practically tipping out of his seat.

"Ok," Villain repeated, reaching for the glass again. "That's enough."

"No!" Sidekick cried, lurching back. "What if I need it!"

Villain ignored the curious gazes from the few customers tolerating this dung hole.

"For what?"

"I forgot my knife. I might need it!"

"You carry a knife?"

"No!" Sidekick wailed, "I forgot it! I...I..what if they come? Did you see them? Did they come?"

Villain stood up to grab Sidekick by the shoulders. "No. They didn't come. Everything's fine."

Who knew what Sidekick was talking about, for all she knew, he always acted this way while drunk, but it was probably best to go along.

"So let's just put the glass down for now and--"

Sidekick toppled backwards out of his seat, scrambling up on wobbly legs and stumbling to the farside of the bar.

"I want to keep it! I think they're here! Somewhere. Right?" Tears burbled up in their eyes. "I don't want to go back. Please, I don't want to."

"Alright," Villain stood up and cautiously crossed the room. "I think it's time for you to go home."

Sidekick dodged her arms. "I don't want them to know where I live!"

What type of drunk was Sidekick? A psychotic one?

Villain seized for him again, this time catching the back of his sweater and reeling him in thrashing. With one strong wrench, she pulled the glass out of his hand and slammed it on the bar. Then she was swinging him over her shoulder like a writhing bag of snakes and marching out the door. Hopefully no one saw her flushed face in the dim light; she had an image to uphold.

Villain carried him that way for about a block before the stares became too much. People were going to think she was some sort of abductor, and maybe she was on occasion, but not tonight, and certainly not so plainly.

"Do you promise not to freak out if I carry you normally?"

By this point, Sidekick had gone limp, and his upset cries had dropped into a low, pathetic sniffle.

"We're going to try," Villain said despite the lack of an answer. "Don't freak out."

Villain carefully slid him off her shoulder, dropping one arm beneath his legs and repositioning him into a bridal carry.

"I...I don't want..." he trailed, blinking hard at her face. He stumbled over his words, getting nothing out but an incoherent jumble of sounds.

Villain sighed. So much for a nice date. Did he do this on purpose? Was it all an act? No. That was real fear. Real panic. Maybe there was something in the drink. Or maybe he just did really badly when drunk. He'd always seemed pretty put together on the job.

She glanced down at his blurry-eyed face, eyes drooping further and further with the lulling gait of her walk.

"Hey, don't fall asleep now, you need to tell me where you live."

Too late. His eyes closed completely and did not blink back open.

She jostled him a little. "Hey. Hey!"

No response, just a deep inhale of breath and a soft exhale.

"You little-- Ugh. Fine. You want to put yourself at my mercy? Go ahead. Be at my mercy. I'm kidnapping you for real. And when you leave in the morning, it's because I'm letting you. Got that?"

Sidekick snuggled against her arm.

Villain forced a glare at his peaceful, squished face. "Good. As long as we’ve got that settled. But you’re getting the couch.”

...

Uuuuugh. This was so hard. I planned more, but I think I'm just gonna call this part good and put the next bit in part three. I like these characters but they would not cooperate in this part. It's a little rough and not my best, but enjoy.

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Second Chances - 5

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 2583

Chapter Index

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The only thought on Anna’s mind was having sex with Kristoff. It had even made the fun bowling date he had planned a little hard to enjoy. There was only one thing on her mind when she watched his glorious back side as he lined up to bowl.

Then he took her back to his place like last time, and aside from the pleasure she was sure she was about to have, she enjoyed it because last time he’d asked her to stay and she had another amazing sleep beside the man she was falling hard and fast for. They had slept in their underwear and Anna was bound and determined that after she finally experienced him, that she would sleep beside him again only without a stitch of clothing.

They were in his living room, kissing each other passionately on the couch, when Anna advanced the direction and slid his t-shirt off. Once unburdened of it, she ran her hands all over his torso, starting with his defined abs and moving around his waist to his back and shoulders while they kissed.

Kristoff’s hands went under her sweater at her back, only he made no move to do anything else. Impatient, Anna broke the kiss and wrenched the shirt off of her and reached behind her back to undo her bra.

“Anna, we can still take this slow. There’s no need to-”

She ignored him and whipped the bra down her arms and off, flinging it across the room. Kristoff sat stark still, staring down at her chest. Then his eyes flicked back to hers and he launched at her, grabbing her and pulling her tight against his chest and kissed her again.

They were both moaning and caressing and just feeling every inch of exposed skin until Anna stood up and dragged him to his bedroom. The door was shut and Kristoff began kissing her again, sliding a hand up between them and gently grabbing one of her bare breasts.

Anna moaned and relished in it for a moment before she stepped back and hastily undid his jeans. She freed him of them quickly and pushed him back until is knees connected with the end of the bed and he sat down on it involuntarily. Watching her intently, she stripped completely naked and stood before him.

His eyes took her in and he let out a shaky breath that made her smile. She stepped up to him, pushed his shoulders back and crawled over him when he laid back on the bed.

They were kissing, touching each other all over when Anna felt it was time. “Kristoff, please. I need you.”

His body tensed so noticeably that Anna removed her lips from his neck and looked at him.

“Anna, listen-”

“Kristoff, I know you care and are making sure this is what I want. I need you to know I want this more than anything right now. More than anything I’ve wanted in a long, long time.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. But you have to let me take care of you first.”

Anna pouted. “I need you, Kristoff. I need you inside of me right now.”

He chuckled, only he looked a little worried. “I need you too, but I need you so much that I am pretty sure I am going to disappoint you if you don’t let me pleasure you first.”

Anna gave a silent ‘oh’ of understanding, then smiled down at him. She moved off of him so that they could slide under the sheets together, and as soon as Anna was on her back, Kristoff was on his side leaning over her and running his hand up her leg.

“I can use my tongue,” he offered.

Anna shook her head quickly. “No, I love your touch. Please, Kristoff.”

He laughed low, putting his lips to her ear. “Impatient one, aren’t you?”

Her body shuddered with desire, then he put his hands on where she wanted them the most and let out a desperate moan. Anna wanted him more than anything but fuck if this didn’t feel amazing too. He teased her, ramping her up, then moved to slowly stoke her opening, letting her know he was going to sink his finger into her.

Anna opened her eyes. “Can you just do what you were doing, Kristoff? I want to wait for you. I want to feel you stretch me.”

His pupils were so big that his eyes were almost black, even in the low light of the room. “Of course.” His head dipped down and he placed his lips on her neck just below her ear. “By the way, that was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever heard in my life.”

She giggled only it turned into a strangled moan when he began working his fingers back on her clit and started kissing her again. Anna was so keyed up it didn’t take long and she was at that edge, and despite her idea that she was going to stop him beforehand so that she could come on his cock, he pushed her past the point of no return and she came undone as he gripped her tight.

Breathing steadily, she basked in the feeling after the release while Kristoff gently ran his hand up and down her side in the softest, most loving caress she’d ever known.

He said, “I aim to have you do that again with me but please don’t be too disappointed if I can’t make that happen. Tonight, anyway. It’s, uh, been a while, and I don’t have a lot of faith in my abilities right now.”

Anna opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was looking at her in a way she hadn’t seen on him before; a way that she knew she’d looked at him often when they were first getting to know each other.

“You don’t have to have any worries, Kristoff, no matter what happens. You can trust me. With me you will always be safe.”

He gave her an appreciative smile and leaned down and began to kiss her again. Soon his apprehension disappeared and wild passion took over. Kristoff moved above her, holding himself up and settling his body between her legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Anna nodded enthusiastically. “More than I’ve ever been ready for anything.”

Slowly, he positioned himself and put the tip of his cock at her opening. They stared at each other, breathing in shallow gasps of anticipation as Kristoff slowly pushed and his cock into her. They both moaned, still looking intently into each others eyes, then he made his way in a little further and their moans intensified in tandem with their gaze.

“Oh, shit,” Anna whispered. “Oh God, I didn’t think that was going to feel this good.”

“Fuck, Anna…” Kristoff dipped his forehead down to her shoulder as he rocked further and further into her. He had no other words.

He didn’t think it was going to feel that good either. In fact, he was sure now that he was going to disappoint her, so he stopped and pulled out. “You should be on top,” he mumbled, moving off of her to the side.

Anna moved with him while he laid onto his back and quickly crawled over him, wasting no time and letting out a soft cry as she took him in again. His hands ran from her hips up her sides and onto her breasts as she made herself comfortable, finding that position that she liked the most. When she started rocking against him, Kristoff felt a little relieved that in this way he just might be able to make it.

Her eyes were screwed shut, her face twisted in pleasure as he looked up at her. Through the fog of lust, he pictured his future with her again, and knew it wasn’t going to be very long before he told her that he loved her.

“Kiss me, Anna,” he whispered.

She leaned down and did just that. It was the best kiss yet and it left his mind spinning with how good it everything was. How good it felt. So good, that it didn’t take very long before his end was barrelling towards him and realized he was going to disappoint her after all.

Then she pulled her lips a breath away from his and gasped. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” Kristoff whispered, and put forth all the mental concentration he could call upon to hold on for a moment longer. He grunted with the effort, getting so close that he gripped her hips and moved her more forcefully against him because he was coming and there was no stopping it anymore. Then her center convulsed tightly against his cock for a fraction of a second before it was lost to him as he spilled himself inside of her. They both cried out softly with pleasure.

Kristoff wrapped his arms around her as they came together, their bodies quaking with the intensity of it. It was incredible, and he was left shaking his head at this experience; something he had never achieved with his ex. Not once. He’d never met his climax at the same time with another person until Anna.

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Anna cried silently as Kristoff, unaware, slept holding her tight.

The tears were happy, mixed with sad regret. Regret that what she thought she had with her ex had been love. Regret that she’d wasted all those years. Regret that she’d let what he had said get to her for all those months. And happiness for all of it. For if she hadn’t gone through all that, she never would have met Kristoff and her life would have likely always remained empty.

Now she felt full. Full in her heart, full in her mind, full when he… well, that was the best she’d ever had hands down. Whatever she’d been doing before, it wasn’t even in the ballpark of close to making love with Kristoff. Whatever her ex had offered her could barely even be called sex.

She was amazed that he’d lasted until she reached her second orgasm for how worried he was before that he was going to let her down in some way. Maybe the sexual part of his past relationship hadn’t been all that great either. It also dawned on her again how actually bad at sex her ex was. He was the one with the issue after all, not her. In her mind, it had been normal for intercourse to two to three minutes. Imagine her surprise as Kristoff took his time to pleasure her thoroughly beforehand and showed her that sex can last a whole hell of a lot longer than that. And in his mind that was quick!

Anna wiped the tears from her cheeks, taking a deep breath and calming herself. It gave her a sense of peace to understand that she was head over heels in love with Kristoff, and her future lay with him.

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After making love for the first time, they realized they were done with going out on dates. Now they just went to each other’s places for dinner, listened to music, played games, or watched television, before they found themselves tangled in the sheets.

The second time they made love, Kristoff used his mouth again to give her the first orgasm. Then she did fail to reach another climax before he met his when they were joined. He apologized and Anna reassured him with tender kisses, telling him that it was very flattering because he told her point blank that putting his mouth on her made him hotter than what he could respectfully handle. And of course he didn’t leave her disappointed, taking care of her renewed ache by using his wonderful fingers to get her there.

Then the third time, Anna had reached down under the sheets to touch herself watching Kristoff as he stripped naked beside the bed because she was impatient and he was so sexy it was criminal.

His face went blank and he blinked at her. “Oh my God. That… that turns me on in a way I did not expect.”

Anna, feeling flush from his gaze and horny as all hell, slowly tuned back the covers so that she lay bare before him. “You like this?” she asked, as her hand trailed back down her body.

His eyes followed it, and when she touched her clit, his cock twitched out helplessly in front of him. “Fuck, yes.”

She could not take her eyes off him watching her as she did what she’d only ever done in privacy before. The way he was taking it all in, clearly getting more aroused by the second, spurred her to move faster.

Kristoff reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it twice. “Shit, I can’t wait any longer, Anna. I need to feel you.”

She grinned and spread her legs to accommodate him when he crawled onto the bed. A second later she was getting stretched by him in that way that was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. Having gotten herself most of the way there, she was delighted again that when Kristoff was getting closer and closer, so was she, and like the first time, they reached their peak together.

The next time they made love, Anna experienced another first by making love somewhere other than a bed. They’d made themselves so horny from kissing, that they’d wiggled out of their clothes and had sex sitting upright on the couch. It was wonderful with Anna rocking against him and Kristoff caressing her everywhere she wanted to be touched, and that time her first climax was given to her solely from his manhood and nothing else. After that, Kristoff, still hard as a rock, had her turn around, straddle him again, and held her tightly against him, gripping her breasts as he hammed himself in and out of her and moaning with desperation before he pulsed inside of her.

His speed and the way he’d quickly kept hitting that spot inside of her brought her close enough again, that when he was finished convulsing, his hand trailed down and worked her clit until she came on his barely softening cock a moment later. It wasn’t until she no longer felt that any stiffness that he finally pulled them apart and began to kiss her tenderly.

The time they made love after that, Kristoff said something for the first time that she would never, ever, forget.

He was on top of her, Anna relishing in the weigh of his body and his incredible manhood giving her all sorts of pleasure, when he stopped, fully seated within her, and pulled his head up to look down into her eyes.

“I am in love with you, Anna. I love you.”

Her heart skittered in her chest. “Kristoff, I love you too.”

His smile was warm and full of promises before he dropped his lips to hers. Anna had never had an orgasm from missionary, but Kristoff grinding his hips against hers with every thrust, gave her just that. He followed her only a second later, moaning so sensually in her ear that a shiver ran up her spine.

They took a break, had another drink and a late snack since it was the weekend, and found themselves joined again a short time later, crying out each other’s names in euphoria.

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abitohoney · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 3 of 6 - Hand Me the Nutmeg AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 5.7k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Dragging Sevika to her boss's holiday party starts just as you expected. She's grumpy, uninterested, and simply all around no fun. Thankfully you find the perfect activity to turn that frown upside down. (Cum and get yer smut!)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

“We’re gonna be late!” you call out from the bathroom after you finish applying some bright red lipstick. When Sevika doesn’t reply, you poke your head out of the door into your bedroom.

Sevika stands in front of a mirror over a small dresser, struggling to adjust the holiday sweater you bought her. “This is so fucking stupid,” she grumbles when you step up behind her. Her stormy gray eyes are focused on the hem of the sweater as she attempts- and fails- to tug it down over the top of her pants. Too busy with that battle, she doesn’t notice the reflection of your smile, but she does notice your poorly stifled giggles. “Why is this so damn short?” she gripes.

“So I can see those gorgeous abs of yours, duh,” you reply as you graze over the skin of said abs with the tips of your fingers. Her stomach quakes, muscles flexing beneath your touch. It’s the only place she’s ticklish, and though she’d never let you really go at it, you still manage to sneak in the occasional light tease. “Besides, it's really no shorter than your typical top,” you point out and take your hands away before she can grab them.

“My typical top is not an ugly ass sweater.” Her narrowed eyes rise to your face reflected in the mirror as you move to stand beside her. The moment she catches your genuine smile, she releases an exaggerated sigh and her scowl fades into something softer. Though she may never say it in such words, she truly adores your smile.

“We look cute together,” you say, taking in the sight of your matching ugly sweaters. Hers is a garish bright green with a black outline of the Grinch and- appropriately- the words ‘The Grinch’. It fits snug, hugging her soft curves and hard muscles, making an otherwise ugly sweater look rather tempting. You had removed the sleeve of the left arm to allow her to slip it over her mech arm without risk of snagging. Your sweater is a bright red with a white outline of a Santa hat and the words ‘Mrs. Claus, but sleeping with the Grinch’. It's equally snug, but reaches the waist of your knee length, white, pleated skirt.

“ You look… cute ," she replies, left eye twitching as she forces out that last word. "Don’t use that term in reference to me.”

“Oh! Almost forgot. I have something else that will make us even cuter!” you exclaim, ignoring her demand entirely. Opening one of the dresser drawers, you pull out a Santa hat, reindeer antlers and a little red Rudolph nose. You put the Santa hat on your head, then turn your attention to Sevika as you grab the antlers.

“Babe, no,” Sevika sighs as you reach up to slip the antlers on her head, but she makes no motion to stop you.

Checking her appearance in the reflection, you can barely contain the utter glee the sight induces. “Oh. My. God. Sevika, you are adorable!” you squeal. Even as she scowls at you in the mirror, it doesn’t take away from just how cute she looks. If anything, it enhances it. She’s your big, cute, Grinch. “Here! Put the nose on!” You insist and hold it out for her. When all she does is narrow her eyes at your reflection, you push out your bottom lip and give her your sweetest doe eyes. “Please. Everyone else is going to be dressed up!”

"I agreed to wear this dumb sweater. Even let you put these ridiculous ears-"

"Antlers," you correct her with a smile.

"Whatever. Don't act like I'm not dressing up for you," she grumbles.

She really has allowed you to push her boundaries. More and more over time, really. She clearly is trying hard to please you, and you realize you need to be more appreciative of all the adjustments she's made just for you.

"Okay. You're right," you relent with a deflated sigh. "Thank you," you add with a soft smile. Stretching up on your tiptoes, you press a chaste kiss to her cheek, leaving a bright red imprint against her rich, brown skin. That earns you a sweet, crooked grin from her as she turns to face you.

Sevika slips her hands under the back of your sweater, pulling you against her warm, hard body as she bends down to press her plush lips to yours.

You slide your hands up between your bodies, palms smoothing over muscled abs and curved breasts until they rest against her shoulders. Clinging to her, you return the kiss in earnest.

She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue tracing along your lips. When you eagerly part them, she wastes no time delving in.

Your mouth fills with a heady burst of flavor- fine cigars and whiskey. It's something that even after all the time you've spent with her, will always leave you with a heady sensation. A mix of feeling high as a kite, warm to the core, and undeniably aroused.

Realizing the two of you are going to be late to Silco's party- not to mention how badly you need the oxygen she's unknowingly denied you- you finally pull away. Both of you gaze at one another through hooded eyes, longing to keep taking that kiss wherever it was headed.

"We need to go," you whisper breathlessly. "We're gonna be late."

She stares down at you- your lipstick smeared lips- for a moment longer before finally relenting. "Alright. Gotta clean the mess you made first."

"Hey, you made a mess too, you know," you reply with a playful smile. When she raises an inquisitive brow, you in turn raise yours. Certainly she can catch onto your little innuendo without you needing to explain. And that she does.

Her now red stained lips curl into a knowing smirk. "If you weren't so insistent on being there on time , I'd offer to clean that up for you," she purrs while slipping her flesh hand beneath your skirt to tease over your noticeably damp underwear.

You try to step back, away from her wandering fingers, but the metal hand at your back holds you firmly in place. "Please don't tempt me," you whine.

Again, she chews over your request, but ceases her teasing while she does. Taking in the sight of your pleading eyes, she relents once more. She wipes her damp finger along the waistband of your underwear and steps away, all while keeping that damn sexy smirk in place.

The two of you enter the bathroom. You clean away your smudged lipstick and reapply a fresh coat, while she removes the marks you left on her cheek and mouth.

By the time you and Sevika arrive outside Silco's apartment, you can barely contain your excitement. The box of cookies the two of you had baked and decorated bounces in your hands as you rock back and forth on your heels. You've met a couple of Sevika's coworkers, but never her boss.

Sevika gives you the side eye before pressing the buzzer.

The door opens, revealing a fairly tall- though not as tall as Sevika- and lanky man. Silco. You'd heard his eyes were something to behold, and boy was that the truth. His left eye, set within a wave of scars, is a fiery iris set within a black abyss. His right eye- still healthy and untouched by the scarring, is a pleasant teal color, but it's just as unnerving in its cool, calculating demeanor.

"Ah, Sevika. How nice of you…" his drawl trails off for a moment when he takes notice of her reindeer antlers. "... How nice of you to join us." He sounds terribly unamused and you're not sure if that's just part of his personality or if he has some issue with Sevika. His good eye drops to your face. "And I see you've brought a… friend ."

Not so sure you like the way he called you her ‘friend’, you ignore the warning jabs of Sevika's metal fingers against your back. "Girlfriend, actually," you tell him matter-of-factly.

His unscarred brow raises and you can hear Sevika's frustrated sigh beside you. "I see," he replies without an ounce of care in his tone. "Please, come in." He steps back and off to the side to allow you both to enter.

Sevika strides in while you follow close behind her. You flash Silco a friendly smile as you hand him the box of cookies. "Cookies. For the potluck," you explain, still smiling.

His otherwise straight lined lips twitch, which you assume is his attempt to return the friendly gesture.

No wonder Sevika is his right hand. Just a couple of crabby, emotionally constipated-

Your thoughts are interrupted as Sevika bends down to hiss against your ear. "I thought you said everyone would be dressed up!"

Scanning the room, you observe the two of you are- in fact- the only ones wearing silly festive attire. Everyone else is dressed in nice, fancy holiday clothing. Shrugging your shoulders, you whisper out of the side of your mouth, "But we're the cutest ones here."

"You owe me for this," she threatens.

"Yes, yes. You can punish me later," you reply. Before she can get another word in, you catch sight of Ran and Dustin- the only two guests you know- and immediately gravitate towards them.

"Hi Ran," you say cheerfully when you come to stand beside them at one of the tables lined with food and drinks.

Ran, midst listening to Dustin ramble about Janna knows what, turns to you. Ignoring him entirely, their dark lips slip into a sly smile. “Hey, pretty girl,” they greet you, voice low and smooth.

From your periphery you see Sevika step up beside you, just in time to hear Ran’s subtle flirting, but she says nothing. You’ve noticed that over your time being Sevika’s girl, that her protectiveness over you seemed to allow Ran as the only exception. The two of them would usually cast subtle, knowing glances at one another. A silent agreement, perhaps. It was as if they had some sort of history. Something beyond just coworkers or friends.

You smile coyly at Ran and your cheeks blush at the compliment. Ran is undeniably attractive. Dark, quiet, mysterious and alluring. Not that you’d ever act on that attraction. At least not without Sevika’s permission.

Ran nods in greeting to Sevika, who in turn does the same. Then Ran’s dark eyes roam over Sevika’s sweater and up to her antlers, their smile growing in unabashed amusement. They turn back to you, taking note of the matching sweater.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Sevika bites out, tone low and threatening.

Still admiring your outfit, Ran leans towards you to whisper, “Cute.”

Sevika scoffs, clearly having heard the comment, and turns to observe the room in an effort to ignore you two.

“Thanks!” you reply, all smiles and proud of yourself.

Silco strolls up at your other side to place your box of cookies down on the table before turning to answer the door when the buzzer sounds again.

Dustin, who seems to have preoccupied himself with something in his nose- gross- immediately reaches for one of the cookies. Apparently Sevika’s sanitary standards are higher than her coworkers’. And wouldn’t you know it, the first thing Dustin does is drag his nasty ass tongue over the entire length of the gingerbread man in his hand, but not without first locking eyes with you. He smiles, sickly- perversely- and it makes you grimace and turn away to face Sevika. Apparently her eating etiquette is also better than her coworkers’.

“I’m thirsty,” you tell her, “Let’s get something to drink.” She says nothing, but follows you as you turn to make your way down to the other end of the table. You flash Ran one last smile over your shoulder and they return it with their own playful smirk and wave of their metal fingers.

“What the hell is this?” Sevika asks, her face scrunching in disgust as you start to ladle out two servings of eggnog.

You hand her a cup and grin as she sniffs it suspiciously. “It’s called eggnog. It’s a typical Holiday drink. You’ve seriously never had any?” Taking a sip, you watch as she takes her own, very cautious, sip. The grimace she makes as she immediately pulls it away from her mouth has you giggling out loud.

“This is disgusting,” she grunts and sets the cup on the table.

“It’s an acquired taste,” you explain.

Sevika says nothing, instead reaching into the pouch at her side to remove a fairly large flask.

“What are you doing?” you ask, though it’s pretty obvious she’s spiking her own drink.

“There’s no way I’m making it through tonight without this,” she grumbles as she pours a rather hefty amount into her cup. “Want some?” she asks.

Honestly, you could use a drink yourself seeing as you’ll likely be subject to rather unsanitary acts most of the night. “Sure,” you reply and hold your cup out. You notice she only gives you about half as much as she poured herself. And it’s a good thing too, because as you take a drink, you nearly sputter at how strong it is. “Damn, what is this?”

“Rum. Top shelf,” she replies, lips curling up into a smirk at your inability to handle anything remotely strong. She takes a considerable gulp, her shoulders slumping almost immediately. Perhaps there’s still hope for her to enjoy herself tonight.

You spend most of the night hanging around Sevika in companionable silence. You had made several attempts to chat with Ran- or rather at Ran- as they mostly just listened. Unfortunately, Dustin was entirely too weird and gross for your liking, so those conversations were quite brief.

Sevika made zero attempt to talk with anyone besides an occasional short, private conversation with Silco. Probably talking shop. She did, however, let you go on an occasional rant to her about something. She would just watch you with that tiny smirk on her face, apparently amused by how passionate you got about some subjects. Unbeknownst to you, those rants became more and more nonsensical and long winded the more spiked eggnog you drank. Of course she remained cool, calm and unaffected despite drinking far more than you, at least if strictly referencing alcohol content. You had certainly drunk more than your fair share of eggnog.

“I need to use the restroom,” you whisper to Sevika when that feeling hits you without warning.

She merely grunts from where she leans against the wall, but her eyes remain protectively on you as you walk away.

After finishing your business and checking on your appearance, you step out of the bathroom a bit disoriented. Yeah, you definitely had a bit too much to drink. You glance through the crowd of people for Sevika. Considering how damn massive she is, it really shouldn’t be that hard to find her, but she’s not where you last left her. Sighing, you make your way through the mass of people as discreetly as you can until you see Sevika leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the room- basically as far away from people as possible.

As you step up to her, she’s just finishing a glass of eggnog, your glass you note by how she is holding an empty glass in her other hand.

“Thankss for holding my drink,” you state sarcastically, not realizing the slight slur your voice has taken on.

“Fucking need more than this to make it through this shit fest,” she grumbles, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her eyes flit to your flush face and silly, lopsided smile. “Looks like you’ve had enough anyway, sweetheart.”

Taking both empty glasses from her, you set them on a small table along the wall. Glancing up at her grumpy expression, you can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks with her face all scrunched up and pouty. Like a huge, gorgeous, petulant child… with an undersized sweater and reindeer antlers.

“It’s not that bad. I mean nobody is really bothering us and there’s plenty of alcohol,” you point out, this time concentrating on your speech and keeping that slur at bay. Or at least you think.

Her narrowed eyes flit to your face before dropping to her sweater.

“It is that bad. This hideous fucking sweater is hot and itchy as hell,” she gripes, scratching at her neck with her metal fingers. Your eyes travel over how snug the wool sweater fits to her sculpted body. Even with such a gaudy, ugly sweater that is clearly at least two sizes too small for her, she looks hot as hell. Her bulging bicep stretches the fabric so tight you can see traces of her beautiful dark skin poking through. And it’s no coincidence that it’s as short as it is, revealing that tantalizing strip of skin. You bought that sweater knowing damn well how it would look on her, and you regret nothing.

“You’re so cute in it though!!” you coo, giving her bicep a playful little poke. Something catches your eye just above her head and you tilt your head back to glance up.

“I told you; do NOT call me cu-”

“Sevika! Look!” you exclaim, cutting her off when you realize there are several sprigs of mistletoe just above your heads. “Mistletoe!”

Sevika glances up to the ceiling, grimacing at the plant before dropping her attention back to your beaming face. “So what?”

Brows furrowed in confusion, you can’t possibly believe she doesn’t know the significance. “Do you not know what that means?” you ask incredulously. Taking her less than amused expression as a no, you explain, “You have to kiss me. It’s bad luck to be caught under the mistletoe and refuse a kiss.” You smile up at her coyly, taking a step closer while she simply raises a brow.

“That’s complete bullshit.”

“Oh c’mon Sev,” you reply playfully, not about to let her get out of this. Slipping the palms of your hands up over her chest and shoulders, you stand up on your toes to bring your face closer to hers. “You’re not going to deny me a kiss are you?” Her eyes drop to your red painted lips as you slowly drag your tongue across them. Watching her scowl devolve into an amused little smirk, you step even closer, pressing one of your legs between her thighs and intentionally rubbing against her. That does the trick.

Sevika’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as she dips her head, cocking it to the side and capturing your lips with her own. The kiss starts innocently enough. It’s soft, gentle, sweet, simply pressing her lips to yours. However, as you grind against her, that quickly changes. She releases a low, rumbly sound akin to that of a growl. She catches your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs. When your mouth falls open to release a soft groan, she immediately takes the opportunity to release your lip and slip her tongue inside. Her teeth clack against yours with how fervently she kisses you.

Your hands slip into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging hard as you try to match her fervor. The growl she releases against your mouth becomes a moan when you press your thigh against just the right spot between her legs.

She breaks the kiss and both of you are left panting. “Bathroom,” she grunts, digging her nails into your waist to drive home just how serious she is.

“Pantry,” you reply through heavy breaths.

Sevika arches a brow as your hands slide down to her pants. Hooking your fingers through the belt loops, you tug her along as you step backwards.

“Nobody will go in there,” you explain as you back into the small door adjacent to the kitchen. Her lips curl into a smirk, one hand leaving your waist to turn the door handle so the two of you can slip inside. She flips on the light switch. A dingy, low yellow light floods the rather small pantry. She kicks the door shut behind her before returning her hand to your waist.

The roles suddenly reverse and you’re no longer pulling her along. Instead, she’s quickly pushing you backwards as she captures your mouth again in another heated kiss.

Your backside slams into a series of shelves along the back wall, knocking over several cans that subsequently roll off and crash to the floor. Neither of you are bothered by it. You’re both too preoccupied with trying to shove your tongues down each other’s throats.

Her hands run wildly over your body, trying to touch every inch of skin she can reach. One hand slips up behind your head to grab a fistful of hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. She runs her mouth along your jaw, sucking, biting and marking your skin all the way down and over your neck.

Uncaring that someone could- at any moment- walk by and easily hear, you release a loud moan when she presses her thigh between yours. Your hands slip into her hair and pull her head closer as she ravishes your skin.

Her other hand snakes under the front of your sweater to grab a handful of one of your breasts. She pinches and rolls your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, pulling a gasp from your open mouth.

You’re feeling delightfully high with arousal, and the alcohol thrumming through your bloodstream is only serving to heighten it. Unfortunately it also seems to be raising the temperature in the room, as you both start to squirm in your wool sweaters.

“This fucking sweater,” Sevika curses under her breath and pulls away from you to rip said sweater off before discarding it somewhere over her shoulder. Her antlers are knocked off in the process, but neither of you take notice. “Get this off,” she grunts and grabs at the hem of your sweater. She hardly gives you a moment to push off the shelves before she’s practically tearing it off your body and tossing it to the side. Your Santa hat suffers the same fate as her antlers.

With both of you free of the uncomfortable clothing, neither of you waste any time getting your hands back on each other. You slide your hands up her toned abs, reveling in how they tighten beneath your touch. Traveling higher, you take each of her warm, heavy breasts into your hands and squeeze.

She doesn’t give you long to play with them though, as she quickly pulls one of the cups of your bra down and grabs your breast. Bending down, she wraps her lips around the supple flesh and sucks, leaving a trail of love bites. Her metal hand wraps around the other breast to knead it between her fingers.

You can feel her teeth graze down the curve of your breast before clamping down on the hardened peak. “Sevika!” you squeal and your hands grasp at her hair again. The deep, throaty chuckle she releases against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You pull her face closer as her wet tongue circles your areola before flicking your nipple, withdrawing another startled sound from your throat.

When she finally moves her mouth from your breast in favor of nibbling on one of your earlobes, you’re too distracted to notice the hand slipping beneath your skirt.

“I’m going to fuck you real good, babygirl. Think you can be quiet for me?” she rasps against your ear.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your body shudders. “I- oh- shit,” you moan out when you feel the fingers of her flesh hand drift up along the insides of your thighs.

“That’s not an answer,” she teases, her fingers stopping just below the apex of your thighs.

“Sev- please,” you whine, desperate for her touch. Even with your sweater discarded, the room feels unbearably hot and it’s only getting worse the more excited she gets you. “I- I’ll try. Just- please touch me,” you beg.

“That’s my good girl.”

If that praise wasn’t enough to makes your knees weak, her fingers sliding against your clothed heart sure as fuck was. The moan that slips past your parted lips is muffled when her mouth captures yours once again.

Sevika wastes no time slipping her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. She drags her middle finger between your wet folds, just barely pressing inside. Both of you groan in unison. You from the pleasure of finally feeling her where you need her, and she from the feeling of how wet you are for her. Slowly, almost tauntingly so, she slips her finger inside. She breaks the kiss, allowing you to release a shaky moan. Her finger bottoms out, buried to the last knuckle, and your legs ache with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Sevika,” you groan when you feel her slowly pull back out, only to add a second digit. You peer up at her through half-hooded eyes and Janna, she is a sight to behold. Pupils wide and filled with lust- with hunger. Both fingers- so thick and long- sink deep inside you, and it’s downright heavenly how perfectly they fit. And it would seem she’s thinking the same thing…

“Fuck, baby-” she groans, “I’ll never get used to how good your pussy feels wrapped around my fingers. So warm. Wet. Tight .”

God, can she possibly be any sexier?

“How do you want me to fuck you?” she purrs. “Fast and hard, or soft and slow?” Before your lust-clouded brain can even process the question, she’s curling her fingers and dragging them back out at a slow pace that is both agonizing and satisfying at the same time. As if that wasn’t enough to drive you mad with want, she runs the tip of her tongue over your upper lip at the same speed.

Your eyes flutter shut and you attempt to chase after her tongue- to steal a kiss. But, not only does she pull away, she releases a deep, mocking chuckle when you whine her name in protest. You open your glazed over eyes and peer up at her… insidious smile.

Apparently yes- yes she can be sexier.

Feeling completely overwhelmed with desire, you’re certain you couldn’t handle soft and slow. You watch her raise a brow, evil little smirk never faltering. “Fast- and hard. Please,” you breathe.

That must satiate her ego. She immediately reaches prosthetic hand down to grasp one of your thighs, lifting it up and out of the way as her human fingers plunge knuckle deep.

The motion knocks the air from your lungs, leaving your resulting moan as nothing more than an airy gasp- near silent. Your hands scramble to find purchase on something, anything, as she starts thrusting wildly inside your cunt. One hand wraps tightly around her bicep, the other clutches the metal plate that covers the shoulder joint of her prosthetic.

Both of you quickly find yourself breathing raggedly. She grunts and huffs with each powerful thrust of her fingers, and you can feel the flex of her bicep beneath your hand. Despite your effort to bite back your own sounds, the moment she uses the palm of her hand to rub against your clit, all hope of remaining quiet is lost. A mixture of broken moans, whimpers and her name seep from between your parted lips.

Feeling that familiar ache starting to form, you cling desperately to Sevika’s bicep, nails digging into her skin and threatening to break through. “Sevika,” you whimper, “I’m so close.” You’re not even sure she hears you over the sound of the shelves and their contents rattling behind you as her fingers rock your body with each pleasurable drive of her fingers.

Then, suddenly- and without warning- she pulls her palm away from your throbbing clit. Your eyes shoot up to hers, wild and desperate. “Sevika! Please don’t stop!” you cry out. Barely able to stand on the one leg you have planted on the floor, you use what little strength remains to attempt to grind into her hand. The deep, threatening growl that leaves her throat has you frozen though. She’s smiling down at you, with a sick, teasing grin.

“I’m not sure you deserve to cum, babygirl. Not after you put me in that stupid ass sweater and antlers. Lied and told me everyone else would be dressed that way,” she grunts.

Her fingers continue to thrust inside you, but it’s not enough. You need that friction.

“Sevika, please!” you beg her again. You can feel the familiar prickly sensation at the corners of your eyes when they start to water. You want- need - your release so bad. “I- I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice breaking as you struggle not to sob.

The moment Sevika catches that break in your voice- the single tear that slips down your cheek- her demeanor changes instantly. That evil smirk of hers devolves into worry. She brings her head beside yours and her mouth to your ear as she shushes you. “Shh. Babygirl, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” She pulls her head back again to gaze softly down at your face. Using her knee to keep your leg propped up and out of the way, she removes her metal hand to gently swipe away the tear from your cheek with the smooth back of a finger. Her lips press softly against yours as she brings the palm of her hand back to glide against your aching clit.

You’re not sure if it’s the return of that pleasurable stimulation, or the incredible tenderness Sevika is showing you, or maybe even both, but your climax strikes like lightning. It shocks every nerve- every muscle. You pull away from her mouth to gasp while she fucks you through your orgasm with determination. Time slows and stills for that brief, pleasurable moment and all you can do is cling onto her as if your life depends on it. As the last wave rocks your body, you can feel her fingers slow from a brutal pace to something more steady, gentle. Then, your body finally falls limp between her and the shelves behind you.

Sevika’s fingers still inside you and she rests her sweat slick forehead against yours. She gazes down at you with a proud little smirk as both of you struggle to catch your breath. Her chest heaves in unison with your own. Moving her knee away from your leg, she allows you to stand on both feet. However, when your knees buckle she quickly wraps her prosthetic arm around your waist to keep you upright. She chuckles deeply and runs her nose along the side of yours affectionately before peppering your cheek and neck with chaste kisses.

The door behind Sevika suddenly swings open. You’re too fucked out to even process the situation, but Sevika isn’t. She slowly turns to glance over her shoulder, fingers still knuckle deep in your cunt.

Silco stands frozen in the doorway. His good eye widens, for just a brief moment, taking in the sight before him. Sevika- his right hand woman- stands with her back to him. She’s shirtless, sweaty and covered in lipstick stains. You- his subordinate’s girlfriend - are pinned against the rows of shelves in his pantry. You too are shirtless and sweaty, but also staring blankly with eyes glazed over and mouth hanging slack. His face quickly returns to its normal I could care less expression and he turns his attention to Sevika. “Sevika, if you would be so kind as to hand me the nutmeg… seeing as you are currently blocking it,” he drawls.

Without a word, Sevika carefully removes her prosthetic from around your waist, pressing her body against yours to keep you from collapsing. Reaching up to a nearby shelf, she grabs the spice and hands it to Silco. He nods to her and turns to leave, but before he’s all the way through the doorway, he turns his head to say over his shoulder, “Glad to see you two are enjoying the… festivities .”

Once the door closes again, Sevika turns to you with a smirk. You’re just barely starting to come to, still not quite processing what just occurred. “You alright, sweetheart?” she asks quietly.

Define ‘alright’.

She definitely fucked away your tipsy feeling, but she left a new sort of high in it’s place. You nod, not trusting your ability to formulate coherent words. The moment she drags her fingers out from your overly sensitive cunt, you seem to find your voice again. “Careful!” you chastise her.

Sevika simply grins down at you as she wipes her slick coated fingers off against the inside of your thigh. “Think you can walk?” she asks, making no effort to hide the mirth in her tone.

“I-” your voice cracks, so you pause to clear your throat. “I’m not sure I can even stand,” you admit. That earns you a bigger- still haughty- smile from Sevika, and although it takes a tremendous amount of effort, you smile up at her too.

“Need me to carry you home?”

“Would you really do that?” you ask doubtfully.

“I wore a fucking ugly sweater and antlers for you. To a stupid party. What do you think?” She’s being snarky, but there’s not even the slightest hint of malice in her tone.

“Are you mad at me for that?” you ask, feeling somewhat guilty. You peer up at her through your lashes, trying to read her expression. It softens, and as she dips her head to bring her lips to yours, you know that’s her way of telling you ‘no’. You wrap your arms around her neck and return the tender kiss. If your bones didn’t already feel like liquid, you would have certainly melted against her.

You release a pleased sigh when she breaks the kiss. She rests her forehead on yours again and the two of you simply gaze at one another like idiots in love for several moments before Sevika finally speaks.

“You ready to go home?” she asks.

“For round two?” you reply with a sly smile.

Her dark lips curl into a suggestive smirk. “And three.”

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Good Ride

Synopsis: In which Yoongi wishes he could just let go of the steering wheel in his life every once in a while.

Pairing: race car driver Yoongi x reader

Genre/ au: smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1460

Warnings: smut

Smut warnings: dom reader, sub Yoongi, choking, making out, begging, cowboy, marking, nipple sucking, hair tugging, grinding, minor phrase kink, belly bulge, impreg kink, bondage, biting, aftercare

Coming home from a day of work, Yoongi closes the door behind him and sighs. It was a good day; he won a race and looks forward to celebrating it with just you. Removing his shirt, he dumps it in the laundry bin before going to the bedroom.

Finding you lying in bed, he watches as you glance away from the tv at him, a smile forming on your face.

“You did amazing today babe,” you say, still managing to look beautiful in an oversized sweater and underwear.

“It was nothing really,” Yoongi replies, trying to be nonchalant as he lies down next to you, feeling the tiredness set in. You roll over, sitting on his lap and look down at him, noting his long and beautiful hair he’s been growing.

“Really, I’m proud. You really deserve something special.”

“Really? What do you have in mind exactly?”

You smirk.

“I can top.”

He looks up at you, stunned.

“Really?! You’d do that?!”

“You seem awfully eager,” you say, gently grinding into him. Yoongi sharply sucks his breath.

“It’s just that… That’s one of my fantasies about us… That’s all.”

“Then let me fulfill your every desire.”

Yoongi eagerly nods and you grind into him again. As you grind, you feel his member grow against you, making you feel wet. Bending down, you suck at his neck, your chest pressing against his. He whimpers as you suck, your lips trailing down to his collarbone, his shoulders, his chest. Your lips mark him up as you grind as you admire his every inch. With one hand gripping your ass, Yoongi’s other hand trails to the back of your scalp, gently tugging at your hair while he mutters a few encouraging words.

Reaching his nipple, you plop your lips on it, sucking harshly. Yoongi whimpers as you suck, biting his lips. His pants feel tight but he can’t get enough as you lick across and nibble against him. Each time his cock grazes your core, you get increasingly wet and needy. You nibble into him, tongue grazing his skin before sucking harshly.

Popping your mouth off of his nipple, your lips trait back up his chest and neck. Reaching his lips, you passionately kiss him. As his lips move against yours, you pry your tongue against his lips, opening them up. Your body buzzes as your tongue traces his mouth and his yours. Once you’re out of breath, you pull away, panting.

“Y/N, please,” he softly begs, giving you irresistibly big eyes. “I want you.”

Sliding down, you undo his pants. Sliding it off, you take his boxers with his, revealing his erect cock. His size is impressive, making you eye him with anticipation. You quickly slide your hoodie and panties off, excited.

Climbing on top of Yoongi, you straddle yourself over his cock. Placing one hand on his toned abs, you grab his member, placing it at your entrance, slowly drop down. You guide it as Yoongi enters you. As you adjust to his girth, Yoongi watches and groans as he sees your pussy fill up with his cock. It is bulging and it is so attractive. Finally, he is fully inside you, his girth bulging out. You put your hand over it, feeling him inside you. You rub it, smiling.

“I want you to put your seed here,” you say. “Fill me up. I want to see my belly full with our fruit.”

The thought of you carrying his child makes Yoongi groan your name. He wants it too, placing his hand over yours. Though there is also something else he wants right now.

“Y/N,” he whimpers. “I want you… I want you to bind me.”

“Huh? How so?”

“M-my wrists… Above my head with the belt.”

You smile. How could you deny such a request? Grabbing his belt from off the drawer, you bind Yoongi’s wrists above him on the headrest. He looks up at you with big, hungry eyes, craving to be undone by you.

Placing your hands on his abs, you admire his toned build beneath your palms for a moment. But only for a moment. You lift up before gliding back down, thrusting at a slow and steady pace. Pleasure shoots through Yoongi, feeling your walls suck around him.

You groan as you gently thrust, slowly becoming needy for more. Picking up the pace, you begin to bounce on his cock. The bed creaks as his member prods your g-spot. You moan at this, pleasure shooting through you. Slamming your hips down, you ram him deep into you again and again.

Yoongi moans, watching as your hips snap up and down.

“Good girl,” Yoongi groans out. “Fuck.”

You smile, slowing your pace and grinding into his cock. You rock your hips back and forth, then swiftly do a circular motion. His cock prods different places, making you both moan. Bending down, you do a long stride up his chest, lips trailing all over once again.

Lifting your hips, you thrust down again. Picking up the thrusts, you bend and bite down his shoulder. You grunt as his cock rams into your g-spot, your teeth nearly breaking skin. But Yoongi likes the pain, groaning from it. Your tits bounce against his chest as you ram down on him, drawing Yoongi’s eyes. You don’t notice this at first, but as you sit up, you catch his eyes following them.

“You like them?” you ask, groping your breasts, feeling your climax nearing.

Without him having to voice his desires, you bend back down, hovering your chest over his face. Tongue technology coming into full swing, he licks at your chest, tongue striding alone towards your tit. Yoongi plops his mouth on it, sucking against your skin. His teeth nibble and twist, tongue following suit with a long lick. Yoongi repeats this process, suck, nibble, lick. Suck, nibble, lick.

Before you know it, you’re cumming all over him, moaning as you do. Sucking your tit harshly, Yoongi gently thrusts into you, riding you through it.

But you surely aren’t done yet. He still needs to cum.

“Remove your mouth,” you demand after regaining yourself.

He complies and you place your hand gently on Yoongi’s throat. Softly pressing, you slowly start to grind against him. You still feel sensitive, but you soon start to feel needy all over again, causing you to grind more aggressively against him.

In ecstasy, Yoongi makes the most lewd facial expressions, all the while your fingers are around his neck.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now,” you say. “You’re being so good, ah, fuck.”

You start thrusting, bed creaking at the force. Yoongi softly moans, wrists in slight pain from the bondage. Your hand feels so good on his neck, only bringing him closer to his own climax. You sense this, wanting to ride this out a bit longer.

Bending down against him, you remove your hand from his neck, sliding it under the back of his neck and through his luscious hair. Gently gripping his scalp, you pull his head back. You place your lips against his bare neck, hips bouncing on his cock. It hits your cervix as you suck against him, moaning as it does. You nibble against his skin before tugging his head back again, placing your lips above his Adam's apple and sucking harshly.

Feeling your second climax nearing and sensing Yoongi’s is coming soon, you pick up your thrusts, sucking harshly on Yoongi’s neck as you grip his hair. Yoongi’s moans start picking up and you thrust harder and faster, moaning against his neck as yours nears too.

“Fuck!” Yoongi exclaims, cumming into you. You ram down onto him, his cock going straight to your cervix as he cums.

You roughly grind against him and moments later you cum again. You remove your lips off his neck, panting as your orgasm passes. Reaching up, you undo the belt around his wrists, throwing it to the side once you're done.

Sitting up, you take his hand, placing it over your cum filled pussy, his cock still inside.

“God, that’s so hot,” Yoongi mutters. “You’re so damn beautiful, fuck.”

You let your hands remain there for a moment, hoping for a little bundle of joy to be there soon enough. Once you remove your hands, you slide off, plopping down next to Yoongi, feeling the cum dripping out of you.

Yoongi cuddles up next to you, eagerly placing his hand over your stomach.

“Fuck, I want this so much,” he says lowly.

You place yours over his, intertwining your fingers.

“Me too,” you reply, filled with joy and content. You glance over at him and he’s out cold, softly snoring. He must be exhausted. All you can do is smile.

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