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astermath · 1 year

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fucking finally

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

summary: the tension between you and chad finally comes to a conclusion after he takes you home from a party.

word count: 2K

warnings: cursing, porn w a bit of plot??, chad being a king and a charming mf, protected sex, oral (f receiving), MINORS DNI!!!

notes: first time writing for chad, I just found out his actor likes tattoos and anime?? what a dream man ahdshfd. anyways this was supposed to be abt something else but I got carried away, so I'll keep the other idea for another time lol. not proofread!!! lmk if you'd like to be on the tag list for further chad meeks-martin related content!

You and Chad had this strange "will they, won't they" tension going on ever since you met. You were kind of part of the friend group, sometimes tagging along to parties and hangouts, but not often enough for him to justify hanging out with you without it being a date.

And though Chad was well aware of his charm and charisma, and knew he could just ask you out, he enjoyed this thing you had going on. Though he wished it would lead to something, anything eventually.

And you felt the same. You weren't shy, you loved joking around with him, and you could tell there was something between you two. The tension had gotten to a point where his friends were practically starting to bet money on if you guys were going to hook up after each party or not.

And that night at the party was no different. The two of you jokingly (or not so jokingly) flirting back and forth, making Mindy practically lose it over your comments.

"Holy shit, can you two just like bang and get it over with already?" She sat on the couch next to Anika, an arm over her girlfriend's shoulder.

"I don't know," Chad said, his arm around you in the exact same way, "Can we?"

You rolled your eyes, legs flung over his as you sat on the couch across the other couple. "You fuckin' wish, big guy." You hid your smirk behind the plastic red cup you were sipping out of.

"Yeah," He looked at you and winked, before downing his drink, "kinda do."

The rest of the night was pretty eventful. You didn't drink that much, but you'd danced a lot, and even ran away from Chad who swore he was going to toss you into the frat house's pool.

Needless to say, you were spent. So Chad offered you a piggy back ride back to your dorm, and you happily obliged. Your cheek was squished against the back of his shoulder, eyes half closed as you gently rocked up and down along with the trudge of his steps.

"You fallin' asleep back there?" He turned his head slightly and you looked up.

"No, no... Wide awake, actually." You smiled sleepily.

"Great," He patted your thigh, "cause we've got some stairs to do."

You groaned loudly, knowing damn well he could easily do those stairs with you on his back. But you decided not to argue, hopping off his back. You wobbled for a moment, and he was ready to catch you, but you held your hand up in protest.

He walked behind you the entire way up the stairs. In case you fell, of course, not because he had a great view of your ass from that angle. Totally not. Although he had to admit the red lacy panties you wore under that skirt made an appearance in his line of sight every now and then.

You opened the door to your room and plopped face down onto your bed, groaning into the pillow. "Ugh... 'M so sore..."

He waited in the doorway for a second, grinning at how dramatic you were. "At least take your shoes off, that's just bad etiquette." He sat down on your bed and took off your shoes for you, setting them down gently.

"Yeah, well..." You turned around on the bed, an arm laid over your stomach as you looked at him. "I think threatening to throw your crush into the pool is bad etiquette too."

He smirked, scooting a little closer. "My crush huh? I didn't know we were confessing things to each other."

"Hey, I haven't confessed shit," implying you had yet to confess something to him, "but I don't see you denying anything."

He leaned in, holding himself up by his arm next to your body. You could smell him, just like when you were on his back before, and you were lying if you said it didn't turn you on at least a bit.

"I feel like it's kinda beyond denying now..." His hand gently settled onto the curve of your jaw, tilting your head slightly more towards him. You looked gorgeous underneath him like this, eyes full of curiosity and anticipation, body so receptive to every touch.

"Yeah," you smiled, "it is." You looped your arms around him, pulling him in for a sweet and passionate kiss. There was no one around you'd have to hide your desire from, no one to have to pretend for, you could just let go in front of him.

He melted into the softness of your lips, tongue slipping through to gently run across your bottom lip. Fuck he was good, of course he was, his reputation preceded him. "Well don't you just taste the sweetest..." He spoke softly, lips brushing over yours.

"Might still be from the alcohol..." You both chuckled, staying close. He took off his jacket, tossing it to the side, before going back in to your neck this time.

The taste of your perfume mixed with your natural body drove him nearly insane, pressing feverish kisses to your jaw and neck. His thigh rested in between your legs, and you were very aware of its position as you subtly your hips, grinding onto his leg.

"So impatient..." He mumbled against your neck, a hand sneaking under your top and playing with the lacy hem of your bra.

You scoffed, pushing him back a little so you could pull your top over your head, almost noticing his pupils dilate at the sight of your exposed skin. You reached your hands behind your back, ready to unhook your bra, doing so bit by bit, then slowly pulling each strap over your shoulder with a teasing smile.

He reached out to move your bra, throwing it to the side to join his jacket on the floor. He palmed at your chest, eliciting a soft moan from you against his lips, the kiss growing more heated by the second. He felt your smile and pulled back slightly. "Who's impatient now, huh?"

He grinned, leaning back to pull off his own shirt. "Shut up." He shuffled a little further down the bed and pressed kisses to the exposed skin of your thighs. Bless you and your love for skimpy skirts...

You bit your lip, a soft giggle escaping you when he dragged his tongue over your inner thigh. "Why don't you make me, huh?" You knew it was a stereotypical comeback, but you couldn't help yourself, your mind wasn't functioning properly at that moment.

"Nah," he said, hooking his fingers around the hem of your skirt and slowly pulling it down, along with your panties. "you sound way too pretty to keep your mouth shut." He pressed a soft kiss right above your pussy, and a shiver of anticipation went over your entire body.

You arched your back when he ran his tongue over your slicked, silky folds, hands gripping your thighs and pulling them to rest over his shoulders. Your hands reached back to grip the pillow your upper half was resting on, whimpering his name softly. You could practically feel his grin against your cunt from the reactions you were giving him, but fuck, it felt so good, you could care less about how desperate you were being.

His tongue found your clit and your thighs clamped down onto him. The sweet taste of you earned an honest groan from him, sending vibrations to the sweet sensitive bud he was nipping at. He looked up at you, tongue slowly running up your entire slit and you swore you wore going to cum right then and there.

But he had other plans.

"As much as I'd like to make you cum all over my face," he pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, "I feel like we've been keeping ourselves waiting for long enough." He sat up, hands on his belt. "Unless you don't want to--"

"No," you interrupted, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I mean... Yes. Please." You chuckled, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek, feeling just how hot your face felt. "I feel like I'm going to explode if we keep this tension up any longer."

"Agreed." He said, and unbuckled his belt, working on taking off his pants while you reached for a condom from your nightstand. You reached it out to him, and upon taking it, he gently took your hand and kissed the back of it. You giggled, catching your bottom lip under your teeth as you watched him roll the condom on.

"Turn around for me," He said, giving your thigh an encouraging tap. You obliged, getting on your hands and knees, dipping your upper body down into the mattress so your eyes was sticking up for him. "Christ..." He ran a hand over your right cheek, before coming down with a smack hard enough to leave a red imprint.

"F-Fuck!" You gripped the sheets beneath you, and he chuckled behind you.

"I know you like that." He lined himself up, rubbing his tip over your cunt to lube himself up. "You told me once... 'as a joke'."

All those "jokes" and teasing finally accumulated to end up here, beneath Chad, ass up and face down.

He groaned your name as he entered you, almost painfully slowly so, bodies having to adjust to each other for a moment as he stilled. "Shit, baby..." He gripped your hips, squeezing when you clenched around him. "So fuckin' tight for me... Just the way I imagined..."

"So... Full..." You moaned out, the sheer stretch he gave your cunt sending waves of tingling pleasure through you.

He grinned. "Not even fully inside yet sweetie."

You turned your head, giving him a daring smile before pushing your hips back until your ass was fully backed up into him, taking all of his length inside of you. The two of you took another moment to adjust, before he slowly started moving his hips back and forth.

His thrusts were slow at first, rhythmical, but that didn't last long, as you kept asking, almost begging him, to go faster.

"C-Chad, please... More, faster, fuck..." Your thighs trembled when he leaned over, his cock angled to rub against the spot that made your vision go blurry. He started grinding against you, quick, shallow thrusts as he put one hand on your shoulder, the other remaining on your hip.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, the bed squeaking and the delicious groans and whimpers from the both of you filled the room. The distinguishable scent of sex accompanied it, the atmosphere growing hotter by the second.

He removed the hand on your shoulder, looping it around your waist and reaching down to play with your clit, middle finger rubbing circles over the needy bud.

"Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna--"

He cut you off by kissing you, tongue slipping past your lips and stifling your obscene moans. He pulls back, a pussy drunk smile adorning his pretty face. "Gonna cum? Yeah, me too sweetie, me too... Fuck, this pussy is too damn good..." He started kissing at your shoulder. "Shit, I'm close baby, so close--"

"Me too, me too, oh my god don't stop, don't stop!" Your hands roughly gripped the sheets below you, crying out his name as you clenched down onto him, juices dripping down your thighs as your orgasm crashed through your body like a tidal wave.

The feeling of your walls clamping down on him sent him over the edge, thrusting into you one last time before filling the condom with his hot cum, grunting your name into the skin of your shoulder.

He collapsed onto you for a moment, cock settled nicely inside you. He wished he could stay like that forever, just snug inside you like that.

He moved his strong arms around your waist and turned the two of you on your sides, now spooning.

"Kinda... Don't wanna pull out..." He said, still panting a little.

"Don't..." You whined sleepily. "Let's just... Stay like this for a bit."

"Yeah..." He pressed a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. "I'd like that."

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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how about some period love-making with dom!sevika if you comfy..?? keep up your work, you are so good at it!!

'Cause You're A Dream To Me

Kinktober day 10: Period Sex

Sevika x Fem!Reader

''Ugh...'', Sevika's head perked up when she heard you groan in pain, getting up from her seat on the couch, where she was tinkering with her arm. She goes over to where you're lying on your shared bed, clutching a heating pack to your lower abdomen and your face pulled into a painful grimace. She lays a cautious hand on your shoulder, a worried look on her usually scowling face, ''Babygirl, what's wrong? You doing alright?'' You look over your shoulder at her before whimpering in pain and going back into the fetal position. ''It hurts, Sev...'', you mumble, a frustrated tear escaping your eyes.

Sevika, sits down on the bed next to you, her big hands lightly massaging your lower back. ''I'm sorry you're hurting, baby. Is there anything I can do to help? I know you've probably already taken some painkillers, but there is one more way in which can help you ease the pain.'' You perk up at the sound of that, already aware of what your girlfriend is implying. ''Won't it get messy, babe?'', you ask shyly, avoiding Sevika's inquisitive gaze. She gives you a reassuring smile, ''Don't worry about that, baby. We can put a towel under you and if anything happens, we can easily just wash the sheets.'' Feeling more confident with her words, you nod slowly before positioning yourself on your back as Sevika goes to retrieve a towel. In the meantime, you shimmy out of your underwear, before your girlfriend comes back and puts a towel under you.

''Just sit back and relax, babygirl. Let me make you feel good, okay? Pretty soon you'll forget about the pain, you needn't worry about a thing.'' Sevika says with a kind smile which she only shows to you before kissing a trail from your chest and down to your achy abdomen. She starts lightly massaging and caressing your folds with slow and gentle movements, making you sigh quietly at the relaxing feeling. Her other hand retrieves the heating pack and holds it back against your lower stomach, always keeping your comfort in mind.

Once she feels your body relaxing, she slowly eases a finger into your pussy, her eyes never leaving your face, ready to stop at any sign of discomfort. But you just give her a nod as a signal to continue and Sevika takes that as a cue to ease in a second finger and starts thrusting them gently in and out. Once your moans start to pick up, she starts licking around your hole, seemingly uncaring for the blood. To Sevika, nothing about you could ever be off-putting or gross and she'd do anything to make you feel good and help you get rid of the pain.

You grind your cunt against your girlfriend's face, tangling a gentle hand into her hair in order to angle her face to your preference. She lets you, only letting out a hum that reverberates through your body. Before long, you can feel yourself cumming all over her face, not even realizing that the pain has long since faded. Sevika pulls away triumphantly, looking at you with a wet and satisfied face. She brushes away some stray hairs from your face before lifting you up bridal style and making her way to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.

''How was that, baby? You feeling better now?'' She asks you once you're both lying back in bed. You nuzzle into her side, laying a kiss into the crook of her neck and mumbling sleepily; ''That was perfect, baby. I love you.'' You fall asleep before hearing her say it back but there isn't a doubt in your slumbering mind that she feels the same about you.

song i listened to while writing: dreams by the cranberries

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane kinktober #sevika x female reader

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the-boy-meets-evil · 1 year

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tell me how it got this way | chapter 3

pairing: jungkook x f.reader (also hoseok x f. reader elsewhere in the fic) genre: angst, fluff, smut (other chapters) | non-idol!au rating: 18+, minors DNI warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, reader is going through it with her found family, jimin is jimining, jungkook is actually super chill word count: 4.2k summary: jungkook runs into someone he wasn't expecting and yoongi is clear about how you should handle hoseok showing back up.

a/n: this fic has taken a bit of a turn from how i originally intended to write it. but hey, that's what happens sometimes. sometimes the characters are the ones to tell you where they want to go. with that in mind, the back half of the chapters are going to look different but i'm also way more motivated to finish them. thank you to @hot-soop & @ugh-yoongi for reminding me that characters can change. prev | masterlist | next

Jungkook likes when his jobs finish early so that he doesn’t have to hang around all day. He’s good at posing, not so much at sitting or standing still when the photographer can’t quite get the angle they’re looking for. It’s fine, though. Each job puts him one step closer to ditching all the odd jobs he picks up. The reality is that he’s usually too easily distracted to stick with one thing. But he likes modeling and they keep telling him he’s good at it, so he thinks this career choice might stick.

He’s waiting at the counter for both of his coffees to be ready when he feels a set of eyes on him. It feels like someone is trying to get his attention and he looks over to the other end of the counter. He recognizes the guy immediately. It’s the same guy that had made your body go all rigid and tense in a way he had never experienced before. Jungkook’s face gives nothing away as he smiles and looks back down at his phone. He’s waiting for a response from you confirming you’re not actually in the middle of something, which he realizes he should have checked before ordering the second coffee but, oh well. It’s much harder to say no when he comes bearing coffee. And in the time he’s known you, you’ve never said no to coffee.

“Hey,” the guy says and Jungkook looks up at the sudden closeness of the voice. Was his name Hoseok? Jungkook thinks that’s what you called him.

“Uh, hey,” Jungkook responds.

“I think we almost met the other night?” The guy is pushing and it makes Jungkook uncomfortable, not for himself, he doesn’t care, but for you.

“I don’t know, man, I meet a lot of people,” Jungkook says noncommittally. It wasn’t a lie, not really. He does meet a lot of people in his line of work.

“But how many do you rush away from at a gala?” The other man raises an eyebrow like he has Jungkook, who just shrugs.

“The gala was busy,” Jungkook says, still not really committing to anything.

“Would you stop acting like you don’t know exactly who I’m talking about?” the man asks. He looks annoyed but Jungkook doesn’t really care.

“I don’t remember rushing away from anyone. I remember my date and I were both tired and we decided it was time to leave,” Jungkook answers evenly.

“So you do remember me,” the man concludes and Jungkook just shrugs. “I’m Hoseok, by the way.”

The man says and extends his hand. Jungkook looks at it for a moment before deciding he can shake it without turning it into a big deal.

“Jungkook,” he responds.

“Listen, this is awkward, but since you’re clearly close to her, I wondered if she had mentioned me after you two left,” Hoseok asks and it’s clearly taking a lot for him to get the question out. Jungkook doesn’t say anything and Hoseok sighs. “Can you just get her to return my messages?”

Jungkook hesitates and surveys the other man. Truthfully, he’s a bit curious about this stranger that appears and causes that kind of reaction. Not that curious, though, that he wants to give him anything else. “I don’t know what to tell you. Whether or not she answers you is her business and I’m not about to try and tell her to do something for some random guy that cornered me in a coffee shop. And if you knew her like you said, you’d know she never does anything if she doesn’t want to.”

Hoseok opens his mouth to say something as a barista places two coffees in front of Jungkook. The sight of the two coffee cups momentarily stops the other man from saying anything. Jungkook takes advantage of this and raises one of the cups as if to say cheers and heads off without another word.

You haven’t been paying much attention to your phone, a habit that drives Namjoon up the wall when it’s during what he calls normal working hours. Truthfully, that’s partly why you do it. Sometimes he’s too tightly wound for his own good. He needs to get laid, and badly, but you know better than to suggest that again. One time was enough. Somewhere else in your apartment, the buzzer sounds, indicating that someone wants to come up. Since you haven’t ordered anything, you assume it’s probably someone you actually want to see and buzz them in without checking, unlocking your door on the way back to your desk.

Even though you know someone is coming upstairs, you return to your desktop (a sign that you’re stuck when it’s too much for just the laptop), and re-read the offensive paragraph for the hundredth time, trying to figure out why it bothers you as much as it does. Something about it feels wrong, off, just completely terrible work. Are the words repetitive in a bad way? Is there not enough variety in the sentences? All you know is you hate it. And you can’t scrap it like you originally wanted to because then you would have to write something else in its place, which is equally offensive. Your brain has picked this exact moment to lose any original thought you once had. So here you sit, staring at the paragraph as if willing it to re-write itself.

You hear the front door open and close and a second later, tattooed fingers are placing a cup of coffee down on the table next to you. The hand is instantly familiar and you crane your neck around to smile up at Jungkook. He’s giving you that bunny smile you love, the one that makes him look far more innocent than he is.

“I’m giving up writing,” you say as he moves to sit on the couch.

“Well the coffee shop was hiring, they had a sign up when I was just there,” Jungkook says, sitting down and sipping his coffee.

You turn fully around to glare at him, his smirk only further annoys you. “I’m serious, Jungkook, I’m quitting. It’s too much and I can’t do it.”

He answers the way he does because he’s heard you say this probably a few dozen times before and always for some variation of the same reason. You’ve got writer’s block or hate what’s on the page in front you or you’re stressed or nothing sounds right. And every time, what’s on the page is better than anything the majority of people in the world could write. He sighs and asks the question he already knows the answer to. “Can I read the part that’s convinced you that you need to quit?”

“No.” The answer is immediate, like always. He keeps asking anyway and you kind of like that about him.

“Come here,” he says and it’s not really a request. At least, it’s not really a request you can, or even want to, ignore.

So, you get up and walk over to settle down next to him. Your body sinks into the couch and he puts an arm around you. It’s easy to feel calm around him. Even though he’s all energy and a million projects, there’s also a sense of serenity that rolls off him. Not for the first time, you wonder if you like having him around so much because he’s never put pressure on you, never forces anything like a label or a conversation about what’s happening. You’re both content to just keep going the way you’re going.

It’s easy to just settle into him, something you’ve done countless times before. Jungkook seems to go into a sort of autopilot. He’s opening Netflix and flipping through your saved list for something, probably something that you started one of the other times he was over. And it’s nice to have someone else make the decisions. You spend your life making your decisions and making decisions for every character you write, which takes a lot. Since there’s this pressure to always make the right decisions for them.

As if sensing that he was losing you, Jungkook squeezes your shoulder and presses a kiss to the side of your head. It’s a gesture that’s sweet and affectionate, but also a way for him to pull your attention back to him. Hell, maybe all you need to get around this block is to let Jungkook distract you. There are much worse ways to lose yourself, honestly.

When you first met Yoongi, he wasn’t much for feelings and you weren’t even sure if he liked you. Honestly, sometimes you’re still not sure how he puts up with you the way he does. But you’ve long since picked up on his small ways of showing you that he cares. Min Yoongi isn’t one for words of affirmation and he’s not usually big on physical touch (unless he’s very drunk or your name is Park Jimin, then all bets are off). He does, however, really like to do small acts of service. Once you had mentioned while you were over that there was this one type of chip that you really loved and could almost never find. Somehow, the next time you were over, and every time since, a bag has been tucked away in the small pantry. It’s never out, never where you can see it, but it’s there.

Yoongi also really enjoys quality time, which usually doesn’t involve much talking. Most times, you sit in silence while he paints and you either work on something you’re writing or, more often, read something yourself. Or play games on your phone. The first few times, it felt weird. Like why were you sitting in silence? You quickly got used to it and it only came up again briefly when Jimin started coming around. He couldn’t understand the two of you at first. Now, he accepts it without question.

This is not one of those times. This time, Yoongi is thoughtful and introspective. The people closest to you now are all annoyingly observant. Maybe it’s come with age or maybe you’re actually getting better at letting people in. Best not to dwell too much on it, you think.

“I think you have to talk to him,” Yoongi says, not for the first time. Jimin hasn’t come home yet and you find it easier this way, without Jimin’s interjections, even if they are incredibly well-intentioned.

“I don’t owe him that,” you respond.

“No, you don’t,” Yoongi agrees easily and you feel hopeful. For all of a second. “But you owe yourself that.”

“What does that mean?” You set down your book, realizing that if Yoongi has things to say, reading is a lost cause.

“You can’t focus on anything else and you’re not going to be able to until you get whatever it is off your chest,” Yoongi says.

“I’m always like this when I’m speeding towards a deadline,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“You’re always looking for distractions, sure. Not like this, though,” Yoongi says.

“I think it’s just that passage I was talking to you about,” you say and frown.

“That passage definitely isn’t your best,” Yoongi says and you pick up the nearest pillow to throw at him.

“Rude,” you say.

“Would you let me finish?” Yoongi asks, easily dodging the pillow. “It isn’t your best, but we both know you’re not going to submit that. We also both know, if you’re honest with yourself, that is, that you can’t fix it until you clear your mind.”

“I’m scared,” you admit and Yoongi softens.

“That’s the first time you’ve admitted that since you told me he showed up at the Gala,” Yoongi says.

“I finally got my shit together, you know? I’ve got you and Jimin, things with Jungkook are easy, Namjoon has mellowed. Things are good. It’s taken me years to get here, but I’m finally here,” you say.

“And they still will be after you talk to him. You can still control the whole thing, get whatever you need to out of it. And then you can go back to writing in peace, mind clear,” Yoongi says.

“Maybe you’re right,” you admit, conceding just a bit.

But it’s more than enough for Yoongi. He knows you’re going to go through with it. “I’ll be here every step of the way, promise.”

And you know he means it. Yoongi is careful with his words, uses them like each one means something real. They carry weight and you appreciate how they gather around you. It’s something so small, but you know that you can do it with him. Somehow, despite all your instincts otherwise, you know that you can trust Yoongi to always pick you up when you need him to.

You’re about to say something else when Jimin bursts into the apartment and he’s not alone. He’s got a couple of bags in his hands and he’s beaming that smile that makes you nervous.

“I thought I’d pick up some dinner,” Jimin says and looks over at you with a smirk.

“And by dinner, did you mean Jungkook?”

You’re surprised to see him and also kind of relieved. If you’re going to have to build up the strength for a conversation that you don’t really want to have, at least your second most comforting person is there too.

��Jimin, we talked about bringing home strays,” Yoongi chides half-heartedly.

“Hey, I’m not a stray!” Jungkook protests. “Besides, I brought drinks.”

“And I thought since you were here already, we might as well have dinner and a couple of drinks,” Jimin says to you.

“Just a couple though, right, Jiminie? I have to actually be a human tomorrow,” you say.

“Of course, nothing crazy,” Jimin says dismissively while not meeting your eyes.

It is not a few drinks and honestly, that’s on you. In the over 2 years you’ve known Jimin, it’s never been just a few drinks when he’s been looking like that. It’s never been just a few drinks when he’s made a point of saying that nobody had to go into any sort of office or work setting early the next morning.

Maybe it would have been just a few drinks if Jungkook hadn’t let Hoseok’s name slip and if Jimin hadn’t then insisted on role-playing what you were going to say. Because he absolutely agreed with his incredibly smart boyfriend and wanted to be part of it. Which was how you ended up acting out the conversation with Jimin playing Hoseok, a disaster from the beginning. Not only had Jimin never actually met this man, but his response to everything was over-the-top. Again, you should’ve known better.

So you did what any rational, well-adjusted adult would do. You drank your feelings and used that as a way to push you forward. One more drink and it’s easier to think of what to say. One more drink and you find the courage to do what you need to do to clear your head. One more drink and you can take on anyone or anything. One more drink…

One more drink leads to your head feeling like it’s going to split open the next morning. You miss the days in college, where you could drink until the whole world was fuzzy, then get up the next morning for an 8 am class. Every part of your body hurts this morning and it’s a stark reminder that you’re getting older. As if the morning couldn’t get any worse, your phone starts emitting an ear-splitting ring that you’re convinced is different than normal. Maybe Jimin changed it. That’s absolutely something he would do. Demon.

You see that it’s Namjoon calling and you know that you should answer right away. But you’ve got a headache from drinking too much the night before and you know you’re actually ahead on something for once. You’re still deciding whether or not to answer it when it stops ringing and you’re thankful. Namjoon’s voice is not what you want to hear. Not that it’s unpleasant, just unwelcome in your current state. You’re not hungover, per se, you just don’t want to hear some rambling thoughts about something that he thinks is serious and actually doesn’t matter. Since you don’t have anything book related to talk about, you’re wondering if he’s called to talk about some sort of appearance or maybe the next project that you haven’t even started yet. Your phone beeps, indicating a voicemail and you audibly sigh, though there isn’t anyone else there to hear.

Namjoon’s voice comes through the second you hit play. “Hey, I hate to bother you but I really think this is important. It’s not work-related either. Just...call me back, okay?”

There’s something about his voice that’s almost worrying to you. He doesn’t usually sound so soft or careful. Sure, he’s great at managing you. A big part of that comes from the fact that he doesn’t baby you. So the fact that he’s using such a cautious voice is enough to get you sitting up and hitting the redial.

“That was fast,” Namjoon answers, still an almost undetectable hint of nerves in his voice.

“I was debating answering when it stopped ringing,” you say.

“Good to know you screen my calls even when you aren’t behind,” Namjoon says. He’s stalling.

“I wasn’t screening, I have a raging headache.” It’s true and this conversation is not doing anything to help it.

“I’m sorry about that.”

There’s an awkward pause and you wonder if you’re going to have to pull the information out of Namjoon when he seems so eager to share it. “What’s going on, Joon?”

“I’m not really sure how to say this...but I think your boyfriend is having an affair with my assistant.”

Silence. Confusion. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? You’d mentally agreed to at least hear Hoseok out and see if there was anything approaching friendship to even bother salvaging. Did Namjoon somehow think you were dating Hoseok? Like everyone had thought when you were in college?

You shook your head to clear the thoughts away. No, that was ridiculous. Namjoon doesn’t even know Hoseok. Why is your brain going there right away? And then, for some reason, your mind sticks to the fact that Namjoon said affair. Affair. How old is he?

“Affair?” you ask, repeating the word because it’s all you can focus on.

“Yes, I...well I’m sorry, but my assistant mentioned…” Namjoon trails off, seemingly unsure what to say.

“Joon, I don’t have a boyfriend. Who are you talking about?” you ask. This is how you should have started but you were you. Making fun of Namjoon over word choices is a favorite pastime.

“Well, I don’t want to pry, but you did insist on taking him to that gala with you. I don’t know all the labels and…” Namjoon is rambling and it’s only made worse when you start laughing at the realization. “Oh, I’m glad you think this is funny.”

“Jungkook and I aren’t in a relationship, not like that at least,” you said when you’ve controlled your giggles enough. “We’re friends, I guess? We, uh, hang out a lot.”

You had kind of slipped over the last sentence because as funny as it was that Namjoon thought you were dating Jungkook, you also did not want to be talking about your sex life with him.

“I guess I just figured. Because of the gala.”

“No, I just knew Yoongi would be worried about Jimin and didn’t want to be alone,” you say. It’s the truth. You do like hanging out with Jungkook and you definitely like fucking him, but a relationship? No.

“That’s...good then,” Namjoon says, somewhat awkwardly.

You can’t help yourself. “Isn’t your assistant that new guy with the boxy smile and the kind of messy, fluffy hair?”

“I hadn’t really noticed…”

“He’s hot, good for Jungkook if they did sleep together,” you say, before Namjoon can even finish awkwardly fumbling over a response.

“I know writers are unpredictable, but you take it to a new level,” he says after a moment and you can picture him pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

This is one of your favorite things about Namjoon. He whines and pretends that your antics are too much for him, pretends he’s annoyed when you miss a deadline by only a day or two, pretends working with you is exhausting. Well, that last one may be true. You can be a lot to handle. He definitely likes you, though, no matter what he says and you appreciate it.

You can’t resist, it’s too good. As soon as you hang up with Namjoon, you’re opening up a text conversation with Jungkook.

You: okay how hungover are you? Jungkook: not at all? Are you hungover?

Fuck Jungkook and his inability to get hangovers, honestly.

You: tabling that I hate you until later because Joon just said the funniest thing Jungkook: only taken him…how long have you been working together? 5 years? You: right? About fucking time You: so he calls me, I miss it because I *am* hungover, I call him back You: and do you know what he had to interrupt my day for? To tell me my boyfriend is having an affair with his assistant Jungkook: WHAT Jungkook: how fucking old is he? Affair? You: you’ve met him, he’s not that old Jungkook: wait, who’s your boyfriend? You: that’s the same thing I asked! He thinks you and me are in a relationship Jungkook: since he used the word affair that actually tracks Jungkook: who’s this assistant I’m sleeping with though? You: Kim Taehyung? About your height, shaggy dark hair, kind of dresses like a grandpa but make it *fashion* Jungkook: oh I know him, yeah he’s pretty hot. Not sleeping with him though Jungkook: I think I’ve talked to him all of 2 times You: I wouldn’t care if you were tbh I just thought it was so funny and had to share Jungkook: great start to the day You: thanks, I’m definitely feeling better Jungkook: want some breakfast for your hangover? Something greasy? You: I’ll leave the door unlocked It’s a struggle to get out of bed, honestly, and you have a moment of being mad at Jungkook all over again for not being hungover. Even though he’s bringing you greasy hangover food, which you know will be amazing, you still hope he might’ve been exaggerating about how he was feeling.

He’s not. Fuck Jungkook.

At least he has the decency to look apologetic as he’s making you a plate of food, all your favorites together asking for a heart attack and you don’t care. He makes himself a plate and comes to sit next to you on the couch. You already have a show playing in the background and start to feel more human with each bite.

You’re wondering if he’s going to bring up the text that started it in the first place. He doesn’t, just lets you eat mostly in peace and then cleans up the plates when you’re done. By the time he’s coming back, you’re already laid out on the couch. He just laughs and picks your legs up to settle underneath them. Softly, his fingers trace patterns you can’t identify into your calves. There’s something really relaxing about it. You don’t even realize it when you drift off back to sleep.

It’s a little disorienting when you wake up an hour later, not really sure why you’re sleeping on the couch or why the TV is on. You’re still half asleep when you register that your feet are on someone and you remember Jungkook bringing breakfast over.

“Sorry Jungkookie,” you say, sleep still coloring your voice. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“It’s fine,” he says and he’s smiling so he must mean it. “How do you feel now?”

You stretch to get the rest of the sleep out of your limbs, catching Jungook tracking the movement out of the corner of your eye. “Good actually. Breakfast was perfect.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he says and hesitates. “How are you feeling about everything last night?”

You frown. “I don’t know.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Jungkook picks up tracing patterns into your skin.

“Not really,” you sigh. “Not because I don’t wanna talk to you. You all just made good points and you’re all right. There’s not much else to say about it.”

“That’s fair,” Jungkook nods.

“How are you feeling?” You watch him for any sign that he’s uncomfortable.

He doesn’t seem bothered. His eyes are soft when they land on yours. “Should I feel any particular way?”

“No,” you say, almost a question.

“You had a whole life before me,” Jungkook says with a chuckle. “It’s easy to tell there have been some really difficult things there.”

“Easy for you,” you mumble, partly hoping he doesn’t hear you.

“Maybe,” Jungkook answers anyway. “It’s never bothered me though.”

“Thank you,” you say.

He only smiles. Doesn’t ask you for what or for you to explain things you’re not sure you can. There’s just acceptance of you being exactly the way you are.

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mrfelixfischoeder · 3 months

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22 with Tina and Jimmy Jr.?

22- Write about a member of your ship giving the other a special gift.

Tina slid down the booth, groaning loudly. She didn’t mean to make such a spectacle of herself, though it does tend to get results in terms of someone asking:

“What’s wrong, T?”

“It’s just,” Tina tried to talk, though her head was angled into her chest and it made it kind of hard. But she was dedicated to the slouch now, “I didn’t raise enough money for the Boyz 4 Now concert… The last wave of sales are this afternoon.”

“What – you didn’t – Gene, what’s in your pockets!” Louise shook her brother, feeling uncharacteristically panicked. She cleared her throat when she realised how worried she sounded, getting back to her seated position.

Gene turned his pockets inside out, “Lint, a chicken popper from lunch – MINE! – and two cents.”

“There – how much does that put you to now?!”

“Uhm, 25.02…” Tina covered her face, nails dragging down and messing up her glasses, “I got nothing! Ugh, and they’re starting their tour now so I won’t get another chance to see them live for at least a year.” Louise grumbled, head in her heads, only making a face when she realised Gene was eating said chicken popper.

“I’m sorry Tina, honey.” Linda walked over, “Your pocket money would be more, but we gotta keep some money back to pay for the caterpillar tube.”

“Capillary tube, Linda.”

“What’d I say?”

The door opening distracted them all, and Tina peered over the booth – the only thing forcing her to actually sit up was the fact it was Jimmy. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey Tina, are you buschy?” he glanced at the whole Belcher family being there, though he supposed he could have picked a better time than the close. But if he didn’t do it now, he’d need to do it at school, and Gene and Louise would still be there. At any time, she had a Belcher glued to her – so Hell, might as well talk to her while everyone is here.

“Uhm, no.” she stood up, ignoring Bob’s warning ‘hmm’. “What’s up?”

“Okay, well, uhm,” he looked at Linda and Bob, who were both staring. When Jimmy looked, Linda suddenly looked up at the ceiling, and Bob looked back down at the grill as he cleaned. He cleared his throat, offering Tina an envelope, “I got a prethent for you.”

“Oh wow, isn’t it your birthday?” Tina took the envelope anyway, clinging to it - a gift from Jimmy was to be cherished, “This isn’t usually how it works. But I definitely have a present for you. But it’s uhm, upstairs, and not wrapped, so I can’t show you it until tomorrow. Or maybe Monday, ‘cause you know, I don’t really have the right wrapping paper-”

“Tina, Tina. Tina.” Jimmy interrupted, getting louder with every word. He ignored the fact it was obvious she hadn’t gotten him a birthday present (he didn’t actually care. His birthday was okay, but awkward. His dad didn’t really try, but somehow still got Jimmy on his birthday, meanwhile his mom had put out all the stops last weekend when he was over). Hanging out with her and Zeke would be good enough. “It’th not about my birthday. Well, it kinda ith. My mom uuh, got me ticketth…”

Tina’s eyebrows met, and she opened the envelope, staring at the shiny tickets for Boyz 4 Now. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!!! “Ha, ha, ha! Ha,” Tina tried to breathe, “You got me Boyz for Now tickets?! How! The sale started today – I mean, well, the last wave,”

“My mom got them ageth ago.” Jimmy smiled at her confused delight, scratching his cheek, “I didn’t really want anything, so I athked for ticketth.”

“How’d you know I wouldn’t be able to get any?” Tina wasn’t trying to find loopholes – but the hypothetical of Jimmy wasting his mom’s money in case she had gotten tickets stressed her out a little. Jimmy didn’t really reply, instead his face crumpled. How on Earth was Tina Belcher going to raise money for at least one ticket when all she did was rake leaves and the odd paper route.

“Mom look!” Tina walked over to the counter, showing Linda the tickets – who ‘oooh’ed appropriately, though she wasn’t too thrilled that it was Jimmy that did it. Though she had to admit, it was a very, very sweet gesture for her daughter. That won him some brownie points.

“Yeah, yippee, okay, good for you!” Louise couldn’t help her outburst, rubbing the menu a little harder than necessary, “If we don’t need to get more than say, one ticket, could we get any, mom? So that I can you know, chaperone these kids.” She thumbed at Jimmy and Tina.

“Still no, sorry honey.”

Jimmy took the envelope from Tina and then took out the tickets, “I got you one too, Louithe.” He spread them apart, showing indeed that there were three. Louise pursed her lips, unintentionally letting out a squeak, before pulling on the strings of her hat.

“Okay, cool.” She managed, “Now get outta here you scamps, why don’t you enjoy the rest of your night – and I can look after those, uh, tickets,” she began to crawl across the table, but Jimmy snatched them away, giving them back to Tina.

“Can we go get some ice cream, mom?” Tina looked over. Linda rolled her eyes, hands on her hips.

“Okay, sure, but if you don’t eat your dinner, I’m cutting those tickets up! Haha, oh, I’m kidding – geez look at your faces.”

“Boyz 4 Now is no joke.” Louise glowered, “For uh, Tina.”

“Thankth Mrth B!”

“Be back soon!” Tina walked out with almost a skip in her step, taking Jimmy’s hand as they head down the street.

“Good kid.” Bob murmured. Linda tutted, getting back to her work only after she couldn’t see the pair anymore.

#tina x jimmy jr #bobs burgers #tina belcher #jimmy jr #jimmy jr pesto #writing prompt #ty!!!!#this got way longer than expected considering i was lost with it #tinimmy

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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years

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Hey hun! I just found your blog! I love it, you're doing great, and I genuinely mean that. If it's not to much, I'd like to request Simeon x Fem angel MC x Barbatos. (Yes, I read your angle headcanons, it was great!) And I just really wanted to request a story! Like Simeon is basically fighting the demon butler to keep his lamb safe & PURE while Barbie is fighting to corrupt the innocent soul. Slight NSFW on both sides please. Thank you, and good luck! Bye!

I said more about this in the post but I just wanted to say that you my friend are a GOD for coming up with this cause this was *chef’s kiss* just ugh god yes. I just wish I had that juicy brain to write it lmao

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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Hi!!

Could I maybe ask for a fluffy reading of fate with Childe?

I love this event and all the options but there's a few I liked and I couldn't pick so I thought I'd ask you! I'm excited to see what you write!! (If you write this request anyway 😅)

Thank you!! :D

The Emperor (guidance), The Magician (transformation), The Lovers (soul mates) :: childe x GN reader | destined fate

Warning: injury (bone fracture - ankle (small fracture, not too serious, but ouchie)), bridal carry mention, Childe being snarky/cheeky, mentions of combat (reader against whopperflower)

“Put me down.”

“Nope.”

“Please, put me down?”

“Keep trying, it’s cute,” Childe smirked but you turned away at the sight of his dangerous eyes.

The world moved around you but not because you asked it too. Instead, you were being forced to trudge forward in the arms of the one person you’d wished hadn’t found you. Of course, secretly, you were glad to be in this situation but there was no way you’d admit that to him. “I don’t need to be babied,” you huffed, arms crossing, fingers accidently pushing against his chest before retreating back to the uncomfortable position they were in moments ago.

“Ha, and here I thought I was your knight in shining armor come to rescue you.”

“I didn’t need to be rescued. I had it under control.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really.” The scenery came to a sudden stop but before you had a chance to inquire why, Childe was placing you on the ground. “He-hey! What are you-?”

“Let’s head back.” Childe gestured with his head toward the long, long path while you wobbled unsteady on your legs. It was so irritating to watch him steps away, arms crossing while your hands pawed for his strength. The pressure on your ‘totally not, no way, laughably wrong,’ broken ankle caused you to wince. A quick hiss of air escaped your teeth as you took a step forward.

Frustrated, annoyed, desperate and in pain, you bit your lip and mumbled something at Childe. He didn’t move, instead, he leaned forward as if to tell you he hadn’t heard what you said. Sighing, you looked toward the sky but kept your head steady and with a clinched jaw you spoke, “I can’t walk …” Childe moved his hand in a circular motion - ‘please go on’ - “Ugh, can you, you know, help me?”

There was a long pause, a heavy aired pause as you stood unsteady waiting for him to answer you. When he did there was a flash in his eyes that made your stomach flip - ‘the feelings of love and hate are so, so similar,’ you’d one read.

“So,” Childe began, strong arms hoisting you back into position. The feeling of his fingers pushing against your skin, even over layers of clothes, made you run hot. It was so easy how much he affected you. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s not that big-of-a-deal.”

“Sure, sure, but tell me anyway. I’m curious.” He eyed you intensely, not caring about the path ahead of him. Sometimes it was like all he could see was you and somehow that thought made you swallow nervously.

“Um, well …”

How were you going to tell him that you’d gotten into a fight with a wopperflower only to be caught in it’s cryo trap. It wouldn’t have been that bad, even expert fighters made mistakes like that, but you knew how to get out of it. Still, it was like your brain turned off when it happened, and because of your lapse in judgment, a poor, stupid calculation of your ability, you’d maneuvered yourself into victory only to be rewarded with a fractured angle bone. Childe was still staring at you while you debated on telling him the truth or a lie; in the end, you told him the truth.

“ —do-don’t laugh at me,” you muttered, cheeks burning after finishing your story.

“Why would I laugh at you?”

“Because it was a rookie mistake,” you explained while you pinched your arm between your fingers. It was disappointing enough that you’d hurt yourself over something so small but it was even worse to explain how it happened to the person who trained you.

“‘I should have known better.’ That’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it?” You looked at him but all you saw was a considerate smile staring back at you. The smirk, the sass, the cocky expression you expected to see was gone. All you saw was his kindness. “Don’t worry about it too much. Bones heal.”

“Yeah but …”

“Will you make that mistake again?”

Confused, you squinted but when he asked you the question a second time you thought hard about how to answer. After the fact - you know, while you cursed at your self over your throbbing ankle - you’d learned where you’d went wrong. Trying to free yourself from the whopperflowers cryo trap shouldn’t have been your priority. Instead, you should have waited for it to approach and hit it with the final blow, then the ice would have faded and let you free. You’d let your panic take control which you wouldn’t let happen again. “No, next time I’ll know what to do.”

“Exactly. Every challenge has it’s lessons, you either face them and learn from it or you let it consume you.” Childe looked toward the path but you swore his head was lifted slightly higher than normal. “Now, I don’t recall you being the type to let a whoperflower win.”

“Of course not!”

“Haha! That’s what I thought.” He smiled but the action felt more powerful than it was. Thinking back on all the interaction you’d ever had with Childe, yes, of course they were sometimes irritating beyond belief, but never once were they lacking in support. You wondered why.

“Hey so —“

“Mmm?”

“How did you find me?” Childe’s smile faltered for a moment before taking on a practiced grin. You’d recognized the difference between his real smile and fake a long time ago; there was no mistaking the glisten in his eyes when he was truly happy. “Where you following me?”

“What’s that over there?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Emboldened, you pulled at his scarf to bring his attention back to you. “You followed me didn’t you,” you deduced you were right as the life in his eyes drifted away on the wind.

“I … might … have.”

“You promised you’d let me do this on my own!” you exclaimed and lifted yourself in his arms, face now a few inches away from his. He compensated accordingly by pressing his hand into your back but wasn’t sure how to slow the rising color in his cheeks.

“H-ha-ha, now hold on. I let you handle it … mostly.” Shocked, you shook your head before collapsing on his shoulder in defeat. Your exhausted hands dangled over his back, arms resting over his shoulders as your face became buried in him. You would have been more upset if you weren’t slowly becoming overwhelmed by his scent. If you weren’t slipping further into your feelings at the movement of his hand against your back or the secure strength that held you against him.

It was so unfair, you should be mad at him. It was so unfair, he was so unfair.

“You have to let me try on my own next time,” you mumbled into his scarf, half hoping he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating or how shaky your voice had become.

“I know, I know,” he replied as he adjusted you in his grip. He was about to make some light-hearted, halfcocked joke when the feeling of your fingers sliding across his back and the pressure of your arms closing in on him made him falter. “… I will,” he began, eyes narrowing and hand sliding to the back of your neck, “When I stop worrying about you … I will,” he whispered and turned his face to your hair.

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#hazelsevents #fate made #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact musing #genshin impact fiction #genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe #genshin childe #genshin impact childe #tw injury #tw broken bone #cw injury #cw broken bone

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melis-writes · 2 years

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This has been in my mind for a while; can you write a smut prompt where Sonny watching Michael and Victoria and they don’t know?? And later on he’s flustered after seeing what happened and nervous?

🥵🥵 A prompt requested is a prompt given!! Sonny's going to be a little surprised at what he sees... 😏👀

From the moment Sonny weakly blinks open his eyes, a groan filled with regrets and the aftermath of a long and dreadful hangover hit him all at once. “Ugh…”

Barely able to keep his eyes fully open for a moment, Sonny exhales deeply and touches around his surroundings.

Sonny’s hands come into contact with two bookshelves before he almost knocks over a half empty bottle of whiskey next to him. “What the…?”

Sonny blinks his eyes open, clutching his forehead throbbing with a pounding headache as he leans his back against the wall of the study.

There isn’t a doubt about his earlier day drinking with Deanna, along with letting himself rest into a much needed nap right in the middle of Michael’s private study.

“Shit,” Sonny mutters under his breath. He quickly scampers up to his feet, picking up the whiskey bottle as many books as he can carry in his hands.

‘If Mike knows I’m here…’ Sonny knows that’ll be the end of his sneaky day drinking thanks to Michael and Sandra’s lecturing alone, not to mention never been allowed back in if either of them knew he caused a mess with Michael’s books.

Sonny puts the books back on the bookshelf before him as neatly as he can before he stumbles outside of the study. He doesn’t bother to look for Deanna, knowing that while she can drink her and Sonny’s bodyweight in alcohol alone, she’ll rush off to avoid getting caught only for herself.

‘The more time I spend with any of my damn sisters-in-law, the more trouble I keep gettin’ in.’

Just as Sonny makes his way out of the study and into the kitchen, the realization hits him where it hadn’t just a few moments ago. ‘Fuck. I’m in Mike’s residence.’

‘Too hungover for this shit.’ Sonny quickly pulling open the refrigerator door and pushing the whiskey bottle towards the back so it’ll be concealed.

Before Sonny can even shut the refrigerator door, his muscles tense up at the sudden sound of faint giggling coming from the courtyard.

“Obsessed,” you giggle softly, running your hands through Michael’s dark hair.

“You can’t blame me,” Michael murmurs, pressing his lips over yours for a kiss.

Sonny slowly shuts the refrigerator door, beginning to move towards the open kitchen window that peeks out towards Michael and your private residence’s gazebo and courtyard.

“Mm,” you eagerly kiss Michael back, closing off any remaining space in-between you two as your hands clutch onto his shoulders.

Careful not to stand directly in front of the window, Sonny pulls back the chiffon curtains a little to take a peek from the side—getting a perfect view of you and Michael.

Out of sight from every other window and view of the manor, Sonny’s eyes widen in interest to spot you leaning your back against one of the garden sofas; fully naked with your thighs tightly wrapped around a shirtless Michael.

Sonny’s face flushes red at the sight of your bare breasts jiggling with each deep thrust from Michael; his leather belt dangling loosely off his hips and pulled down trousers.

“Harder, Michael. Mm, please.” You let out a shaky breath—a freshly fucked and flustered smile over your face as you cup both of Michael’s cheeks with your hands.

“Yeah, baby.” Michael grunts softly against your lips, angling his hips and burying every inch of his cock inside of you as he rocks your body gently against the sofa.

‘Shit…’ Sonny can neither look or move away, unbeknownst to the two of you that he’s watching you and Michael fucking out in the courtyard.

You cock your head back and let out a loud moan; the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the courtyard with Michael’s quickened thrusting picking up it’s pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Watch your language,” Michael tilts your chin roughly to face him before spitting in your mouth.

‘God,’ Sonny’s not sure if he’s shocked by the chemistry between the two of you through rough, heated intimacy, the way you’re taking it and enjoying it, or how his own brother’s fucking you in just the way he’s fantasized since Sonny kissed you in New York.

“Mm, yes, sir.” You swallow, letting some of Michael’s spit ooze down your chin as your ankles shake against his hips.

“I know you’re my brother’s, Victoria, and I’m not going to change that. But if you just let me…”

A tinge of jealousy surges through Sonny, mixing with his arousal. It’s only then that Sonny realizes the growing bulge in his trousers that snaps him back to reality; otherwise staring at you getting mindlessly fucked back and forth by Michael in a very passionate mood.

“It can just be between the two of us. Nobody else will have to know, and we can leave it here, that’s all.”

Flustered, Sonny forces himself to look away. He runs a hand through his curls and lets out a deep breath; already feeling himself grow hot at what he just saw but also nervous in a sense—remembering what happened in New York.

“I can’t. I can’t do that to Michael, Sonny.”

#Michael corleone x reader #Michael corleone x oc #Michael corleone fanfic #godfather au #Michael corleone smut #Michael corleone #the godfather x reader #godfather x reader #smut prompts

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dauntless-gothamite · 3 years

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Prove Them Wrong [5/?]

Fandom: Divergent Pairing: Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/N is a Dauntless transfer from Erudite, and she has a drive, an ambition that sets her apart--it always has, even back in Erudite. She brings her perseverance (and need to prove others wrong) to Dauntless when she transfers, and she uses her mind to make her way through the initiation process. Along the way, she makes friends and enemies, and she finds herself comfortable around the man most people in Dauntless avoid at all costs: Eric Coulter. A/N: I am so glad people are enjoying this so far! I am having a great time writing it, and I am excited about the chapters that are yet to come. I’d love if you let me know what you think of this new chapter, but no pressure, enjoy!!

The next morning, as all the other transfers ran laps, you made your way to the infirmary for physical therapy. When you got there, the doctor who had stitched you up the day before waved at you in greeting. “Hello, Y/N, how is the leg doing?”

“Better than yesterday,” you replied with a small smile.

“Glad to hear it,” she replied. “You’ll be working with Andre today, he’s one of our physical therapists,” she said and pointed to Andre, who was standing a few feet away and waved.

“Alright, thanks,” you said and started walking towards Andre. “Nice to meet you,” you said and stuck out your hand.

“Likewise,” Andre said and shook your outstretched hand. “So the program I have designed for you focuses more on keeping your leg muscles engaged without running the risk of tearing your stitches open more than recovery because the injury is serious but ultimately, it is just a deep laceration.” You nodded in understanding, and he led you over to a stationary bike. “For the next half hour, you are going to ride this bike. I want you to work your leg muscles and cardio system, but do not put more strain on your legs than necessary, the last thing I want is to tear those stitches or for your leg to start bleeding. Here is a set of headphones that hook up to the bike’s electronic system; I know riding a stationary bike for half an hour can get boring, so feel free to listen to music while you work. I’ll come get you in half an hour, but you can call me over at any point.”

“Sounds good, thanks,” you said before getting on the bike and connecting the headphones to browse the music selection for a little while before settling on an upbeat song with a strong bass beat. Then you got to pedaling.

You were sweating--not as much as you did during regular training, but you were still getting a good workout in--when the thirty minutes ended. Andre walked over to you and helped you get off the bike, and it took you a second to adjust to the solid ground beneath your feet. “Good job,” Andre said. “It really seemed like you were pushing yourself while still respecting the boundaries set by the injury. That’s smart, if you keep this up, you’ll probably heal quickly. Most dauntless go all out and reinjure themselves, so it takes even longer to heal. But I see you have some brains, a good quality for future dauntless.”

“Thanks,” you beamed at him.

“Y/N,” someone said, waving you over from the entrance of the infirmary. You turned to see Four standing there, and you furrowed your brow; you were supposed to be at physical therapy for another half hour before going back to the training room.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you walked over to him, Andre right behind you.

“Eric changed the plan, we are working with crossbows today instead of fighting, and since you can participate in this, I came to get you while he explains what's going on to the other initiates,” he explained. “Although, perhaps leaving them alone with him wasn’t the best idea,” he said, half-joking, earning a smile from you.

“Alright, let’s go then. I’ll see you next time, Andre,” you said to the physical therapist as Four walked with you back to the training room. “So… what’s up,” you said to fill the awkward silence that settled between you and Four as you two walked. He looked at you, amused.

“Oh, you know. Training initiates.” You laughed at his bluntness.

“Right,” you chuckled. “So, why did Eric change the plan?” you asked cautiously.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Four shrugged. “Though I suspect it has to do with the fact that he’s particularly… grumpy today, and he probably wants to shoot arrows at someone.”

“Well, that does sound like a very real possibility,” you agreed, and the two of you reached the training room to see Eric walking up and down the line of initiates holding crossbows and aiming at targets, aggressively yanking them into the correct positions, yelling all the while.

“Finally,” he snapped as you picked up a bow and walked to the end of the line, lining yourself up with the target. You closed your eyes to prevent yourself from rolling them at his comment while he continued roughly moving arms and legs of different initiates, sometimes making them wince in shock, surprise at the force, pain, or all three. When he got to Tris, who was right next to you, he looked her up and down, moved her arms, and said “Back straight, initiate! With that posture, you’ll shoot yourself in the foot, assuming you even get the arrow out of the crossbow!” He waited for a second for her to move, but he quickly became frustrated and yelled to Four, “Four, you deal with this one, I’m going to catch Y/N up, since she has finally graced us with her presence,” he said sarcastically. Tris made eye contact with you, and you knew she was wishing you luck, making you smile a bit.

“Alright,” Eric said, turning to you. Turn sideways, aim down the line, legs shoulder distance apart. Don’t lock the knees, but stand straight. Non-dominant arm straight, other arm pulls the string back once the arrow is notched, pulling with the middle three fingers. Pull the string all the way back to your ear, look down the line, and shoot. Go,” he said, stepping back and watching with crossed arms. You took the stance Eric had described as well as possible, and Eric’s hands landed on your hips, turning them just the slightest bit. Then, as quickly as they had landed there, they were gone. “Same thing as with the punch, initiate. The angle of your hips matters; it’s where your legs and torso connect, so there’s a lot of power there. You can use your core to help your arm pull the string back further, allowing you to aim better and send a more forceful arrow.” You nodded, notching an arrow, pulling back, and looking down the arrow towards the target. Without hesitation, you released, and the arrow landed mere millimeters from the bull’s eye. “Good,” Eric nodded, walking away.

As you reached for the next arrow, Tris said, “What the hell just happened?”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Eric. He made us run fifty laps, then he changed up the plan and told us all to take an archery stance. Then, he walked up and down the line, pushing and pulling people into the right positions--I think he almost sprained Al’s shoulder! And then, just now, he just… what, turned your hips? No yanking or bending at unnatural angles or anything!”

“It’s probably just because I got injured yesterday and he doesn’t want to reopen the wound,” you shrugged.

“Maybe,” Tris said with a sigh. “But still, that was… weird.”

“As opposed to the way Four helped you?” you countered, and she blushed. If she thought you hadn’t noticed the way Four had helped her by taking a softer approach than Eric, she was in for a surprise.

“It’s better to try and get into a position you have a hard time with when you exhale,” she defended, knowing you’d heard Four’s suggestion of a quick breathing exercise.

“I know,” you smirked.

“Ugh, let’s just get back to shooting,” she said, and you laughed.

“You two, shut up and get shooting,” Eric’s voice called out, quieting your laughter and causing both Tris and yourself to fall silent. You both made eye contact though, took aim, and released your arrows at the same time, each sending a swift arrow into the center of your respective targets, pride for both yourself and your friend rising inside of you.

“Ten more minutes,” Four called out. “After that, you will retrieve your arrows, put your equipment away, and get to lunch. So give it your all!”

You took a deep breath, and each arrow you shot for the next ten minutes was aimed with extreme precision, resulting in a pretty crowded center of the target when Four called for everyone to stop. It also made the job of retrieving arrows easier since they were all in one area, which you were grateful for as you pulled each one out of the target.

As you and Tris walked over to the storage cabinets to put your bow and arrows away, Will and Christina jogged over to you guys, having already put their stuff away. “How was physical therapy this morning, Y/N,” Will asked as he came to a stop.

“It was good,” you replied, “I just rode a stationary bike so I could get a cardio workout and engage my leg muscles as well as my core in a more controlled setting.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded in approval. “I’m glad it went well. The rest of us had to run around here fifty times!”

“So I heard,” you said, still surprised at the number of laps your friends had run that morning. “And this one here,” he put an arm around Christina’s shoulders, “was one of the first people to finish!”

“Congratulations!” you said with a smile to Christina. She had set a goal for herself to improve her cardio, and it would seem she had reached it. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, blushing slightly at the contact with Will. “So, wanna get out of here and grab some lunch?”

“That sounds great to me,” you nodded, ready to go.

“Y/N,” Eric said loudly from across the room as he strode towards you and your friends.

“Yes?”

“Before you go, I want to take a look at your leg; there’s a first-aid kit in here and I want to see if it needs cleaning seeing as you sweat earlier. The last thing I need to deal with is an infection.”

“Alright,” you said and walked over to the bench, your friends following you. You rolled up the leg of your sweatpants, and thankfully, the wound didn’t look too irritated.

Nodding, Eric said, “It looks good, but make sure to clean it well later. Use soap and water, and halfway through the day or between workouts, I would recommend disinfecting it.”

“Is there anything I can use now? Just to be safe?” He nodded and grabbed the first aid kit from a shelf on the wall, opened it up, and grabbed a hydrogen peroxide wipe.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. “There is also some cream here which you’ll be glad to have once you feel the sting of that wipe,” he said, handing you some ointment.

“Thanks,” you said as you ripped open the hydrogen peroxide wipe and cleaned the wound.

You hissed as it stung, and Eric sounded further when he said, “Told you,” since he was putting the kit back. You grunted in acknowledgement, and after wiping the area down, you put some of the ointment on, which was a much nicer way of keeping the area clean. Then, you rolled down your pant leg, stood, and made to toss the ointment back to Eric, but before you could, he said “Keep it.”

“Thanks,” you said, surprised as you pocketed it. Eric simply nodded.

“Now get out of here,” he said, “go eat lunch.” And with that, you were swept out of the training room by your friends.

“So, we missed you at dinner last night,” Christina said as you and your friends sat down at a table in the dining hall. “Although I totally get that you had other things to worry about. You did get to eat though, right? We wanted to save you some food, but it was pasta night, and everyone had to fight just to get their fair share.”

“That’s sweet of you guys,” you said. “Four tried to do the same thing, but he was too late. “Luckily, Eric had a backup plan.”

“Oh my god, did you eat dinner with Eric?” Tris whisper-yelled, making eye contact with Christina, whose jaw was hanging open.

“Yeah, last night was a lot. I waited in his apartment while he got me some sweatpants, which are really comfy, and then he got back and made ‘low-carb enchiladas’ for dinner.”

“Of course they’d be low-carb, Will said, rolling his eyes.”

“Were they good?” Christina asked.

“They were so good,” you nodded.

“How was the company?” Tris asked.

“Honestly it was fine. I think that the fact that we didn’t talk because we were both tired prevented an argument from breaking out.”

“That’s good,” Christina said. “I’m glad he wasn’t completely horrible to you after you’d just gotten hurt. Although, I have to ask, why wasn’t he completely horrible to you today? I didn’t think he’d have that long of a ‘grace period’ after injuries.”

“He probably didn’t want to reopen the wound,” you said, repeating what you’d said to Tris earlier. “Why are you guys so interested in him?”

“Because he is the scariest person here, and he just gave you some ointment for your leg, which is the exact opposite of what it seems like he would do!” Will said.

“You do have a point,” you admitted. “Look, I don’t know, but it doesn’t really matter. Besides, we still have to talk about the way Four keeps eyeing Tris,” you said, smirking evilly as you turned the attention away from yourself, launching a new line of questioning, this time aimed at your friend.

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petri808 · 3 years

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If you're open for nalu requests, can you write a smut fic where nalu goes to a lingerie store because lucy wants to try on some lingerie and natsu ends up getting aroused? But if you can't it's fine just ignore this ask😊

Hi Nony, this is the last request I’ll do. Decided to save this for @thenaluarchive Sinfully Nalu event Mirror prompt. What did Lucy expect by dragging Natsu lingerie shopping?

“I’ve just got one more stop to make.” Lucy pointed towards the other side of the mall.

“Ugh…” Natsu’s shoulders dropped, “but we’ve been here for 2 hours already, Lucy, and I’m getting hungry.”

“I’ll spring for lunch. Anything you want.”

“I’m holding you to it,” he grumbled, but allowed her to pull him forward.

Natsu knew the mall well enough to know that the section they were heading towards were mostly women’s clothing stores— definitely not where he wanted to be. All these fancy clothes, and accessories, and… stuff that his girlfriend loved to wear. Sure, he didn’t complain cause it made her happy, he just didn’t wanna shop for it. Forever twenty something, Cache or Channel— whatever, “oh, uh-uh, no way,” he jerked them to a halt. “I ain’t going in there.”

“It’s just Victoria’s Secret.”

“Well Victoria can keep her secret. Lucy you’re crazy if you think I’m going in a women’s lingerie store!”

Lucy turned to face, then grabbed both of Natsu’s hands, holding them together close to her chest. “Please,” her eyes begged. “I need you to tell me what you think will be nice on me.”

Thinking about his girl, in lingerie, while standing in a mall was *not* the image Natsu wanted conjuring in his mind. But between the soft, puppy-dog expression, and her whimpering pleading— he was powerless to turn Lucy down. He sighed with a whine. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Yay!” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and took his hand again, entwining their fingers together. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Yeah, uh-huh, right… Painless.

As they walked down the rows and racks of lingerie, Natsu hummed in his head as a distraction. Bras, panties. Low cut, high cut, thongs, g-strings. Sets, individual pieces. Lace, satin, cotton. So many choices! He let the colors blend in his vision, the scents of brand-new clothing mixed with perfumes sold, or miscellaneous accessories. How do women pick anything when there’s so many options? Give him a t-shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

Every so many picks, Lucy would ask his opinion. ‘Yeah, that’s nice. No, that looks itchy. I like that color. Eww, it doesn’t match you.’ Finding her size in the styles she wanted wasn’t always easy, but after 30 minutes, Lucy had half a dozen or so items to try on. So, they head towards the fitting rooms.

Natsu stopped in front of the doors, and readied himself to stand around and wait—

“You’re coming in with me.” Lucy tugged on his hand. “I need your final opinion.”

Up until now, Natsu had managed to avoid thinking about anything even remotely related to sex, but now?! “Uh-uh, no way!”

“Please…” Lucy turned on the pouty lip-action and puppy-dog eyes again. “It’s not like you won’t see me in them later.”

Natsu gulped hard as the naughty images were unlocked. “Are you trying to kill me in public?”

“Pfft, no,” she giggled. “Stop exaggerating this.”

‘You have no idea, woman…’ “Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if anything happens in there.” Because if the twitch in his pants and slight bulge growing was any indication, it wouldn’t be what she’d be expecting.

“Tch.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine, Natsu, you’ll see.”

The dressing room was a lot more spacious than he was used to seeing. Men’s fitting rooms, at least the ones he’s been in are like closets with just one full length mirror, and maybe a small bench inside. This one could easily fit them both, with wrap around mirrors to catch every angle. It had a small, cushioned bench along one wall, and a couple of hooks on the inside of the door. But most noteworthy was the fact it was a fully enclosed room— not those partial-length doors at lower-quality stores. It was very, very private.

Natsu sat down on the bench and closed his eyes while Lucy fiddled with her options. He could hear the plastic and metal hangers going up on the hooks, as well as the sounds of his girlfriend shedding her clothing. His mouth suddenly felt dry… Lucy’s voluptuous body bared for him to see with only her regular panties left on— he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’

“Ready— Natsu, silly,” Lucy giggled. “How are you gonna tell me if it’s good or not if you can’t see?”

“No.”

Lucy threaded her fingers gingerly through his hair. “Just one peak…”

‘Fuck…’ he groaned as the tightening in his shorts grew uncomfortable. “One peak.”

Natsu opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again from the screaming bra and panties glued to her frame. A sheer red with solid fabric only over the nipples and a strip covering her crotch. So much flesh revealed in these outfits, was there even a point to wearing anything at all?

“Great!” His voice squeaked out. “Looks fine.”

Her giggles only added to his demise. The sounds of more fabric rustling, and the twitch in his shorts… Natsu shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. Lucy had grabbed about six of seven different pieces to try, and this was only the beginning. She was too damn sexy, and he swore, derived pleasure out of torturing him like this! Ugh, his cock was so hard right now…

“Okay, next piece,” Natsu heard her say. “I’m not sure about it, cause the color doesn’t seem to look good on me.”

Tch, it could be multi-colored polka dots and Lucy would still be a man’s wet dream. He cracked open one eye. It was a dark green, combo with frilled lace along the waistband. Natsu gulped hard as she did a turn around to reveal a thong and curvy swell of her backside.

“You do realize I’m biased, right?” Natsu blurted out. “Everything looks good on you to me.”

“Awww,” Lucy bent down and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I still think I’ll add this to the maybe pile,” she spoke as she started removing the pieces. “I think you’ll really like the next one I found; it has these cute flames on them.”

“You know what I’d prefer to see?” Natsu questioned, for he was done holding back.

Lucy stopped mid-way, bent slightly over with the thong down to her thighs. “What?”

Without answering her, Natsu got off the bench and started helping her take the thong off.

“Natsu, what are you—”

Once off, he moved onto her regular panties down.

“Nat— s-stop!” Lucy grabbed for his hands, but she couldn’t do much without twisting or tripping. “What are you do—”

“Keep your voice down.” He tugged those off too leaving her exposed from the waist down.

“Natsu this isn’t funny!” She seethed in an exasperated whisper.

“Neither is this,” he gestured at the bulge in his shorts. Guiding her against the mirrored wall as he spoke. “You said I could choose whatever I wanted for lunch, and I’ve decided to put you on the menu.”

Lucy whimpered when she felt the cold mirror against her bare skin. “But we’re in public.”

“I warned you didn’t I…” Natsu leaned in with a whisper, cheek to cheek. “Then I suggest you not make any noise,” his words wisp out, warm breath fanning down the barren skin as his lips burn a trail over her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his hair, holding on but not stopping him as he moved lower.

His stops were brief, lips ghosting burning marks along her chest, a mountainous journey over the pillowy bosoms, a few licks against the pert nipples, and lower… down … snaking over her torso to what he was truly after. “Breathe, baby,” Natsu teased at her halted, bated breathing. “Just look forward and watch.”

She sucked in a gulp of air and stared forward at the mirrored image of Natsu going down on her. It was strange to literally watch every move he made like a voyeur living through another’s body. Lucy’s fingers tightened their grip on his hair in anticipation as he spread her legs a little wider…

“Mmm,” he mused in thought on how to get the best angle. “Hold to me,” Natsu suggested, and before she could reply, lifted Lucy’s left leg, and rested it on his shoulder. “Perfect…”

Natsu dove right in, latching his mouth onto the moist folds he knew so well, humming at the quick squeak his girl couldn’t catch in time. But he knew from the pull on his scalp exactly what she was experiencing. He kept one hand on her raised hip, while the fingers of his other toyed around the edge of her wet opening. His tongue pressed and circled around her clit, sucking, palpating, interspersed with soothing flicks and long strokes to lap up the growing sap gathering in the area. He closed his eyes as he relished in the warmth oozing over his face from her beautiful sex.

Heaven help her, Lucy couldn’t stop staring at that mirror… her gripped fingers to his hair and nails digging into his shoulder for dear life from the seasoned oral ministrations that slowly undid her sanity. Just his tongue alone… but the teasing fingers… Oh! Oh— Her thighs clenched to the sides of Natsu’s head as she felt one, then two fingers slipped through her walls. Lucy’s body arched slightly, and head tilted back as those fingers began swiftly pumping.

“Natsu…” Lucy moaned softly through sealed lips. She could feel his grin against her flesh, hear the squishing sounds, and smell the light scent of her extreme arousal. Damn him…

In a race against time, Natsu pumped fast and hard while his mouth and tongue devoured Lucy’s sex and sanity with an intensity to rival any known battle for supremacy. Each passing second, drawing the heated coil at her core closer to snapping. Her legs trembled, yet clenched and stiffened as his fingers pummeled, bumping the swollen sex being driven to his knuckles reach. He could feel Lucy start unraveling and held firmly to her hip bone as the jerky spasms rocked her body in orgasmic euphoria.

“Stop, stop, stop—” Lucy clawed at his back and neck as she whimpered from the immense pressure boiling in her body, and radiant moisture pooled in her eyes. “Please… enough, Natsu my legs are gonna give out.”

After giving her pussy a few more licks to clean up the excess juices, Natsu finally obliged and put down Lucy’s leg, then stood up while still supporting her as she caught her breath. He licked around his lips and cleaned off his fingers. “Best lunch in the world,” he grinned.

“Oof!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest with a short laugh. “Not what I’d meant. And now I don’t have time to try on the rest.”

“Why not?”

Lucy started putting on her regular clothes. “We’ve been in here for too long, it’ll be suspicious.”

“Tch, then just buy all of it if you like them, cause I’m telling you they’ll all look great on you.”

She glared at him. “Fine, but after pulling that stunt, now you owe me lunch!”

Natsu shrugged and grabbed all the hangers of clothing. “Okay, since you’ll need your strength later.”

“Later?”

The widest seedy grin bloomed on Natsu’s face. “You’ll see…”

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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#Scream For Me (m)

↳ PAIRING. sub!hyunjin x domme!reader

↳ SUMMARY. It’s his first time. You’re in charge. He lets loose.

↳ WORDS. 3k

warnings ⚠️ spit play, fingering, blindfolds, ribbon bondage, handjobs, casual domination, oral (f receives), slow dick riding, as you can tell by the title he’s very loud, sloppy sex, choking, aftercare

♡ NOTE ➝ surprise surprise, writing for stray kids today! vocal hyunjin is domme candy👌

“I’ll be very gentle,” you hook two fingers down the hem of his jeans. Hyunjin quickly nods: Both your attention lies on just how much his pants are bulging out already. As long as you stay focussed, surely this will be a calm first time for him— Well, we’ll see about that. In fact, if you already knew what is slumbering inside of him? You’d get fucking ready.

“Can I please touch you as well?”

He’s fumbling at your thighs, your dress, and you can feel his nervousness in the fingertips already.

“You can. But first— Mommy unwraps her present. You know how it goes.“

And it’s a big present, I’m telling you. So big, you have a hard time smoothly unzipping him in one go. And since his hips won’t hold still — God is he sensitive to touching, but hey, what’s not to like — undressing him takes some real maneuvering. It’s not easy to whip a 300 feet yacht out of some average harbor.

“Do you like it?”

“Uh-huh. Something I can work with right there.”

A bit of lube distributed in both hands, a deep breath, now you’re good to go. You give it a few pumps to accommodate Hyunjin to your touch. As expected: He’s not very stoic about it. Even though he’s fully reclined on your bed, and it couldn’t be any cozier, he bucks up.

“Ah!“

“Don’t worry. Just teasin’. Here,” you give him access to your dress by lifting it past your hip. His left hand finds its way past your underwear pretty fast. Guess who’s relieved by a distraction from his spike in arousal. Now that you think about it, he might like some casual handjobs in the daytime or while driving. During cuddles, maybe.

How not to touch him all day. He’s all big and girthy, he reacts well. Your fingers fits perfectly around him, too. Hyunjin’s nice as fuck to hold and stroke. Not to mention lightning fast when it comes to reciprocating. He’s shy about a lot of things, and that’s because of having few experience, but not about being mutual. Green flag.

“So wet...”

“Just for you. Go ahead, take a dip.“

Hyunjin definitely looks like he’s having the time of his life just fingering you. Freestyle, no rules, no strategies. He delights in just pleasing you at every angle. Fuck, his hands are so nice. At one point, you resort to ripping off your panties altogether. Easier access. He gets even harder in your palm.

“Is that good?”

“That’s good, babe. Keep on circling.”

Those lips probably make for an even more unruly type of stimulation between your legs. If they’re only half as lawless, Jesus you’ll be spiralling already. They’re so nice and plump. Big cock, big lips, is there some sort of correlation? Anyway. Hyunjin feels like the type to eat pussy obsessively, so. But you think you have to be careful introducing him to it. Knowing him, he’d straight up suffocate himself on first try. Hwang Hyunjin, death by pussy.

“Can I try it with my lips as well, please?“

Fate has its way of doing things, huh. And he knows you’ve been looking at his lips, doesn’t he.

“I’ll only let you kiss and suck until I count to thirty. Wait, let me get on my back.”

“Okay!”

Switching spots lets you feel the warmth where Hyunjin just led his back. He doesn’t waste much time. One blink and he props up his lips at your entrance, waiting for instructions. Well shit.

“Keep it shallow,” you get a fistful of his hair. “Kiss, kiss. Like that. Move it just an inch upward. Don’t touch your cock, I still wanna ride it later. Lay flat on the bed. Put your hands around my thighs. 29, 28...“

At that prospect, he becomes even more obedient. His tongue doesn’t do a bad job at all. Oh wonder, he breathes just fine. First time eating you out: You get the impression that this guy has some serious talent there.

“Tastes really good. It’s all bubbly,“ Hyunjin smiles bright from ear to ear. You’ve just stopped counting by now.

“Ugh, fuck it. Just eat, eat.”

That goes on for almost five minutes, in fact. He licks and services you perfectly. That his lips feel ten times more sensual than they already look has your breath going much shorter and your grip in his hair much tighter. So much about making assumptions. And it makes sense, not having his cock stimulated has Hyunjin cooling down a little. Suspiciously so.

When you were stroking him off, he’d go wild right along. Conclusion: Handjobs and Hyunjin are like pressing a red button. Eating pussy: Chill area. Noted. Complete slobbery wetness: Also noted. You wonder what that’s good for.

“Hyunjin, should we go for it now? I want you inside me. You’ll slip right in so nicely. I’ll take good care of you, you don’t have to be nervous.“

“Can we kiss while we do it?”

Nothing you’d love more. You lay Hyunjin just where he started out, get a soft black ribbon from the nightstand. As promised, you tie his arms above his head, not too tightly or anything. A simple bow tie keeps the whole thing together, making it easy to open. The loose ends dangle at the sides of his wrists, teasing his skin. Goosebumps. It all makes for a nice view of his arms, and his head is brought a little forward, it’s perfect to kiss. He’s practically on the verge of kissing without you moving your lips close to his.

Starting with a little peck on the forehead and nose, you make sure he feels well in his position and get a second black ribbon to tie his eyes. A bit tighter, just so it won’t come off when his head moves. The knot you place on the right side rather than the back of the head, it’d be uncomfortable against the pillow he’s rested on. Hyunjin gets more and more excited.

“I want you to just feel. Do you want me to start?”

“Yes—,” he says. “And, do it slowly. I don’t want you to hurt yourself also.“

He’s so sweet. And he knows his dick is kinda massive. Too many first times ruined because of that.

“Extra slow, Hyunjin. I’ll make this feel really great for us. Come, kiss me.”

Your tongues connect just when you get hold of him with your right hand. The touch has Hyunjin groaning into the kiss—

Pretty fucking strongly.

There he goes again. Your fingers, red button, the whole shebang. Little did you know he’d start whining even more the second you line him up between your pussy lips, and move his tip around a bit. Just to say hi to your clit, and to give yourself a good feel of what’s going in first. Hyunjin is literally falling apart below you already. He can barely keep it in.

And you can’t keep it out: Finally, you point his cock tip between your labia, and his saliva is just perfect to help you glide it past the entrance. Hyunjin’s kisses are getting hungry and desperate, and even louder, with heavy breaths along the way.

“Jesus Christ,” he’ll catch you mumbling, and you can feel his dick throbbing. “Let me hear you!”

“You’re squeezing me! Oh shit, shit!”

Looks like someone’s very passionate to say the least. It didn’t stop with the handjob, then. Any kind of contact with his dick is having Hyunjin’s voice do somersaults. Guess why he’s walking around so noisily all day when he’s just walking and his pants do their thing like, giving him a good rub even if it’s just lightly on the surface.

With reactions like that, Hyunjin’s dick is well inside of you without any further ado. Boyfriend moaning, pussy open. While you’re enjoying the feel of being completely full with him, and imagine how deep his spit is being thrust inside you — oh god, yes — Hyunjin seems to have his own imaginations. The blindfold was both a good and a bad idea. He can’t anticipate your next move, but he also seems to feel you sliding him in twice as much.

“Are you thinking I’m some kind of succubus, huh.”

You tease, wiggle your hips. Causing one loud fucking moan.

“It feels that way, ah!”

“Are you gonna scream your lungs out when I start moving, hm?“

“I can’t control it!”

“Let’s see then.”

You lean back into the kiss, bent forward just enough to change the way his dick is aligned inside of you all over again. A little bounce and the position is perfect.

“Wow, look. This is a good angle. It just goes right in.”

“Hn—!”

It’s amazing how he reacts at your mercy. Your kisses stifle the moans, but they also make him more on edge because he wants to let it out. Congrats, you’ve found the officially best way to torture him.

“So. How about doing this.”

You raise your hips. It takes quite some effort to pull him out that far because he’s so girthy. It’s literally pulling at your walls as if they don’t wanna let him go. You do it slowly, terribly slow, every millimeter has your pussy lips deliciously tracing another facet of him. Moving up means cleaning some more saliva off his shaft. It all goes inside you. God bless his runny mouth while he was eating you out.

Only Hyunjin’s tip remains inside of you. The air hitting what was previously buried inside you makes for a surefire way to make him break the kiss and bite his lips.

“My cock! My, ah, my!”

His hands are all wobbly above his head. As are his legs behind you.

“How are we taking it down there.”

“If you do that hip thing again, I can’t guarantee anything!“

So that’s what makes his heart beat faster.

“I’d be damn cruel making you cum so early, darling. Sooner or later I’ll milk all your semen anyway.“

Well, succubus indeed.

“I’ll just blow up, I can’t!“

“You’re lucky I won’t be riding you full-speed or something. You’re just too big for that. But what if I do the hip thing and you can’t cum?”

“Oh fuck!“

For good measure, you nuzzle him generously, and yes, do the thing. The agony in his expression is not even the full effect of what you’ve done. Hyunjin is screaming out loud.

“And that was with a warning. I’ll do it again and if you can stand it, you get some pussy in your face. Wanna get treated?”

“Please, please treat me!”

“But first...”

To add some extra spice, you push down to his base all over again. Hyunjin arches, his teeth are almost sewn shut from the pressure of his tight jaw. Once he’s balls deep, you flick your hip just a little. A loud moan simmers into a little mewl, the jaw unclenches, his tongue starts lapping out. You’ve truly shut off his brain right now.

“Very well done.”

Pulling out works faster now, but you notice how it’s not as slippery anymore. A lot of Hyunjin’s spit has gathered around the lower third of his dick. It’s a nice sight to have it drip on his terribly swollen balls that are probably going through a whole bunch of things right now.

“Good thing you get something to slurp on. We need more spit. Use your mouth!”

Hyunjin’s cock being untouched right now seems to take the edge off, but his mouth, holy shit. His mouth is on an eager spree to wet you up all over. On top of your own lubrication, Hyunjin provides another ridiculous amount of leakage all over your clit and folds. It’s running all over his face.

The blindfold gets soaked as does his nose. A frantically moaning Hyunjin doesn’t seem to stop slurping and pushing out spit, you swear he’s gonna fucking drown. That method. It’s completely chaotic just like his fingering. You weren’t wrong, then. He might die then, but at least you’re able to remove the blindfold, wearing that is too gross. Hyunjin is excitedly blinking at you through his own spit like the sun is blinding him but he doesn’t mind.

“Mnm—nh!”

“I love you. Amazing. Look at this. You’re so nasty. Come, let’s do this again. Hope that cock can push all that into me. It’s too good to waste.“

You get back to squatting on his dick, admittedly a little wobbly on the mattress now. Hyunjin’s satanic ritual tongue does not go without a notice. Nor does the way you slide back down on him, and back up.

“Oh woah!”

A clean thrust. Your pussy is dripping so much on him, a little stream glosses over the thread of veins on the underside. Before it reaches down and disappears between his thighs, you make sure to collect it with another thrust. Hyunjin stares just right at his cock disappearing in you, framed by your labia stretching out. His jaw is completely dropped.

“Yes, that’s how we’re looking like. You have a great cock. Listen to that sound.”

Smooth gliding and a wet little smack when you touch down.

“It’s, it’s amazing... It feels so warm and creamy.”

“Watch. I’ll be stirring your spit all inside me.“

Slowly, carefully, you ride him again, this time connecting several thrusts. Hyunjin looks adorable with his wide eyes and sweaty face.

“Yes! Oh yes, oh.... That feels so good.”

“Nothing wasted. You’re doing really well. You’re good at this.“

You lean in for a deep kiss. Only after you tongue him down do you realize just how much he’s ruined his mouth. It’s so sticky and wet, and his lips are so exhausted. They’ve been swelling up more than you thought they would, he’s really put them to the test like a champ. Well, they’ve lost their virginity, too. The kiss ends with two wet mouths parting by a thread.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes. I really love it. Thank you, Hyunjin. Can I finish off first? I wanna use my hands to make you cum.“

“You’re the best,“ he becomes flustered, and watches in awe just how you reposition yourself all over again, pointing his cock at his belly flat this time. It’s perfect to just grind right above it. A bit of fluid leaking from your pussy mixed with lube and spit makes for the best slippery help to get your clit some intense stimulation from gliding squarely across Hyunjin’s bit vein.

“Fucking hell, babe. That’s a wonder dick.”

How he throbs and pulsates is the last push it needs to get close. You loosen the tie of Hyunjin’s ribbon and his hands dart around you, hold you, and he winds his hips to give you more of the friction.

But this time, he’s moving faster, and your orgasm arrives quicker than you count from 30, not even that. You get messy on his balls and base, and Hyunjin almost loses it from having you grind on him. That he’s been holding it in until now is a miracle. His hair is nothing but sweaty streaks right now.

As soon as the waves of pleasure become smaller and you can think again, both your and his hand come wrapping around his shaft. No problem moving your palms around, he’s covered in all that honey. Plus there’s more space, he could fit three palms. It feels so intimate doing it together and being in sync. Hyunjin’s broken moans and whines are well accompanied by more hip bucks and a quicker pace. Your two hands squeezing up and down makes Hyunjin start to beg to you.

“Please use the other hand, please, please choke me through this!“

You go for a lighter grip, hell, he hasn’t done this before, but Hyunjin isn’t having it. The protest is all loud and clear.

“Squeeze my throat! Please, harder, do it hard, please!”

You press down at either side of his neck, and make sure to translate that onto his cock as well, still jerking him off. You don’t let go until he’s cumming.

A thick white spurt empties between the intertwine of your fingers. Hyunjin squeals out loud, catching air, almost crying. Another load has him all shaky, growling, and rubbing his own hand around yours to push out even the last bits of sperm. Surprise, there’s more cum leaking out.

“Oh, what to do with all that big dick.”

“It’s, it’s so much!“

“Come here with that milk.“

You lower your face on him and let the last clear bits come up against your puckered lips. They spread his cum all over the tip, kiss it, catch new threads, swirl them around while your hands are pumping the lower half, all the meaty girth. Never missing an opportunity for torture. Hyunjin is screaming and suffering all over again. His semen has been oozing all over your hands.

“Clean it, babe. We’ll lay down in a minute. That’s an amazing icing.”

Hyunjin’s tongue has a last job and it does it well. Your fingers are super clean and well-kissed, his lips are so glorious. You’re both dizzy, but you at least manage to towel down. Because his face is a mess, your lips are dripping, your pussy is a swimming pool of spit, and that ruined dick has seen some things today, oh yeah it did. What better way to leave its virginity inside of you all slicked up and sloppy.

Hyunjin starts freezing very fast by now, and you get a weighted blanket, with you on top of him, in a sweater, just because. Sharing heat is caring heat. You love cuddles after sex.

“Say something cute and nasty,” he pouts, and you think of a good way to summarize the evening.

“I mean look at you. You’re officially a slut now. My slut,” you pinch his nose. “If you want. Let’s have some fun like that tomorrow again. I can’t wait, you know. That’s a really loud boy I got myself.“

“Oh yes, tomorrow!”

“I might be blowing you for more of that icing. It was really nice and sugary.“

“I eat lots of fruit!”

Now that’s a keeper.

“And I gotta say, shit...“

“You came really hard on my dick, right.”

Hyunjin makes an innocent face saying that, but you know very well how he’s been taking you in, he’s learning.

“Yeah.“

“That was that sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He smiles a little, exhausted, but flustered.

“Lot more to come. That’s only the first time for you.”

“I’ve been thinking that as well. Say it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen until tomorrow.“

“Exactly right. That’s the idea,” you kiss his neck now, breathing in the afterglow. “And, by the way. Um. I hope I removed the ribbons at the right timing.“

“It was in the right moment!“

“Should we try more like that next time?”

“I like it.“

“Me too. You look perfect tied up.”

The blindfold did the trick, you know it. Hyunjin has hardly reacted to your touch like that when cuddling. Although, that’s hard to compare, is it.

“And... You really could have choked me a little harder by the way.“

Hyunjin knows just how to mimic you. Another nose pinch for you, young man.

“We didn’t plan it so I thought I’d go easy on you. But if you like it. You want it rougher, don’t ya. You just wanna fucking scream.“

“I’ll admit it,” he nuzzles his face into your sweater. “I’m just very loud...”

“We’ll see what kind of ideas I’ll come up with to get you even louder. Deal?”

“Favorite deal.“

FINAL NOTE. thank you for reading - caro 🐅

#hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #scream for me #skz #hwang hyunjin #sub!hyunjin #sub!skz #sub!stray kids #dom!reader #dom!reader x hyunjin

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marvelmymarvel · 4 years

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Sleepy Baby

Hisoka Morow x Reader

Synopsis: Even though Hisoka did all of the work for you two to get through the tower, it was exhausting. So you couldn't help the way your eyes closed when your head hit Hisokas chest.

A/n: sorry these are short! Writing on a phone is a lot harder than a computer 😅

The door opened and Hisoka drug you through it as the announcer told you both that you were the first ones out. Even in your haze, you didn't miss the time left until you were all set free. "Ugh seriously?!" Hisoka rolled his eyes at your complaining but pulled you to the wall anyway, you would feel better if you sat down.

Hisoka promised that you two would get through quickly, but you didn't expect it to be so tedious. While he did all of the killing, you had to do all of the keeping up. Not a hard task, but trying to keep up with a Spider in love with killing was hard. "Hisoka why did we have to go so fast" you moaned out as he pushed you slowly down the wall, your ass hit the floor and he soon followed your lead. "Because killing is the name of the game baby" his teasing tone and nickname would have turned you on any other time, but all you wanted right now was to sleep.

Hisoka cooed at your sleepy eyes as he pulled out his deck of cards. You slowly blinked at him, calculating where the most comfortable place to sleep would be. He turned away and began shuffling the cards, ignoring the way you eyed his shoulder and chest. Stupid cards, taking all of his attention away from you. A chill ran through your body, why was it so cold in here?! Licking your lips, the thought of his warm arms wrapped around you drove you closer to him. He would be so comfortable to sleep on, something you already knew. "What are you doing?" He purred out as your hip bumped against his. His gold eyes snapped down to you, trying to figure out exactly what you wanted from him while he was trying to build a house out of cards. The first row was done, but you didn't care about that right now.

Wrapping your arms around his bicep, you shoved your face into his shoulder before nuzzling into the exposed flesh. His head turned so he could look at you more, not overly upset with you being against him. Your eyes were closed and you were seconds away from passing out, making you look adorable pressed to his arm. Hisoka let out another coo at your cute demeanor, but it didn't last long as you swung a leg over his and kicked his house down. He pursed his lips in annoyance but didn't say anything as you tried to lift his arm. Lifting it for you, your body immediately fell into his side with your head pressed against his chest. Hisoka rolled his eyes as you continued to move more and more onto him.

"I'm not a body pillow" his grumble sounded angry, but you knew that deep down he was loving this. Realizing that he could no longer build his house with you halfway ontop of him, he instead wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in deeper. Leaning back, he scooted his butt down so you could lay at an angle. You had been good with keeping up, so you did deserve a treat. Resting his head back against the wall, he closed his eyes and relished in the way you nuzzled deeper into him. Hisoka could feel your muscles loosening up, signaling to him that you felt safe and relaxed in his arms.

"My sleepy baby" your soft snores filled his ears, causing him to relax more at the thought of you finally getting some sleep. The door opened, causing his eye to snap open and his body to go rigid once more. His hands gripped you tightly as Illumi walked in. The assassin in disguise turned his head and took you both in, but his eyes stayed glued on you. Bloodlust flowed from Hisoka as his lips formed a snarl, the assassin could look all he wanted, but if he even so much as laid a finger on you...

"I wont hurt her. Just curious" Illumi called out quietly before looking away and moving to the other side of the room. Hisoka's grip loosened only a bit, but he closed his eyes once more. While he wasn't a trained assassin like the other man in the room, he still knew how to sleep while being awake and aware of his surroundings. It would cost him precious sleep, but it meant that you'd be safe.

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mimiatmidnight · 3 years

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What’s your top 5 Harry and Meghan moments

EXCELLENT question.

Please note that I am notoriously terrible about picking my favorite ANYTHING (books, fashion, movies, colors, this will be a problem no matter WHAT you ask me) so I tried not to think too hard about these choices, but they could definitely change around in the future! Oh and also, I was VERY loose about interpreting the word “five” lmao. Anyways, please enjoy below the cut because I have no self control.

BEHOLD, MY MAGNUM OPUS:

5. I’m on a boat, motherfucker

His hand on her thigh is so unexpected and brazen and I just love how they look so casual, like “yeah this is how we just sit together at home, actually.” And anyways boats are just inherently romantic. If we are on a boat together and we both look out at the sea at the same time and our hands kind of rest near each other on the rails as we listen to the waves together, you are legally obligated to kiss me idc I don’t make the rules.

Bonus boat content: I’m sorry I couldn’t find a gif for this but Harry PULLING AN ENTIRE BOAT WITH ONE HAND so his little wife didn’t have to step too far to get back on the pier. HELLO?????

4. The couple that stunts together, stays together

I’m sorry if this is shallow but they are honestly just two very beautiful looking people and they can’t help it if the camera literally worships at their feet.

The colors in this one are gorgeous and she looks like a freaking goddess, but what takes the cake is when you look at it from this other angle and he looks like he’s so in love with her it’s actually about to make him cry.

Ayo, how the FUCK are they this hot? (This doorway photo is probably my second favorite photo of them of all time. Keep reading for #1)

MOUNTBATTEN. MUSIC. FESTICAL. JAW. ON. THE FLOOR.

This was also the night we got the sob-worthy hand squeezing as the Captain General of the Royal Marines and his matching Mrs. stood together to bask in the Royal Albert Hall’s standing ovation for the last time (a profound, earth-stilling moment that I could not find a gif of). The way they support and lean on each other . . . [Britney Spears “yeah 😭😭😭” gif]

And I mean, how could I not include this, the single most iconic photo of all time. I said it at the time and I’ll say it again, you CANNOT buy this kind of magnetism. This charisma. This star power. You are BORN with it. The weight of the metaphor of this photo ALONE is enough to write history books about, but the fact that they look so stunning and in love while doing it? I could not have engineered this moment better. No one could. That’s the point.

3. “You can’t tell Prince Harry nothing these days”

This man is so happy he literally bounces. He earned a win in his match, a kiss from his wife, and on his way home to go make a baby. Smh. May we all one day be as sheerly and deliriously happy as this dork.

Speaking of which, what 1950′s classic Hollywood romantic movie is this???

Bonus Bouncing Harry content: landing in Canada to reunite with his wife and baby and literally skipping off the plane. Like ok H how about leaving some ecstatic joy for the rest of us?

2. Harry, Holder of Hands

There are SO many cute moments of the various ways Harry can concoct to hold on to Meghan, particularly her hands. But nothing will ever beat this one for me. So gentle and soft and delicate and adoring and like . . . worshipful? Like he just handles her as if she is the most precious thing in the world and urrgghhhhhh that sound you hear is me melting into a puddle.

Bonus hand holding content: SPEAKING OF UNBEARABLE TENDERNESS

I love this one cause he’s like “hey, gimme :( ” and then she does and he just goes “ :) “ Like holding her hand is all it takes to make him do that big goofy grin. Ugh.

Double bonus: when one hand simply is not enough.

1. Harold, there are people watching

An extremely incomplete collection of WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE WANTS TO EAT HER

Ok maybe he didn’t know there were people watching for this one but still

In this SA one he literally looks like he’s thinking “aight man calm down, we’re in public”

And here we are, my absolute favorite photo of them of all time. The umbrella and the rain are so romantic, yes, but THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE???????? SHOULD BE ILLEGAL

Bonus edition: Harold, there are people your GRANDMOTHER is watching

What was I supposed to do with this information?

WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO??????

And also just because now I’m thinking about the wedding:

You got my favorite photo of them of all time, now get ready for my favorite video of them of all time. The way she peaks at him, he jumps to meet her gaze but she looks away in shyness, so he looks away with a smirk, and then finally they turn to each other at the same time and BAM. MAGIC.

∞. And finally, just because I had nowhere else to put it

The absolute sweetest prince and princess there ever was. They really make me wanna cry.

WHEW. So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did making it! It took me FOREVER because I was SCOURING every corner of the internet to make sure I didn’t leave anything important out, and then I had to make all of the gifs myself (because of Tumblr’s stupid fucking Inbox editor) which I have never done before 🥵 But it was entirely a labor of love (and a trip down memory lane)! I had butterflies in my stomach and was giggling with giddiness the entire time. Thank you again for this wonderful question and giving me an excuse to just bask in the breathtaking glory that is Harry and Meghan for a few hours.

💕

#meghan markle #prince harry #british royal family #royal fandom #harry and meghan #sussex sweethearts #heart eyes motherfucker #me: I'm not gonna think too hard about this #also me: FOUR AND A HALF HOURS LATER #panting #I HAVE I GOT IT ALL??#OH GOD WHAT IF I'M MISSING SOMETHING #l had to restrain myself from going further'#my poor anon lmao #and I may or may not have been ignoring my EXTREMELY PRESSING school work to make this post #100% worth it though #this was SO fun #finals schminals am I right??#h & m

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barbarianprncess · 3 years

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is there a reason you’re blushing like that !!!!

i actually loved writing this so thank you for the prompt!

forever house

read on ao3

“Mom, I’m home!” Percy calls distractedly into their apartment as he wrestles with his skateboard.

“Hi honey,” Sally answers from the couch, and he can hear the smile in her voice when she says “There's a surprise for you in your bedroom.” He furrows his brow and hurries upstairs. He opens his bedroom door expecting cookies and is instead greeted with familiar blonde hair and a bed overrun with papers far too complicated to be his own. He can’t help the smile that overtakes his face at the sight of his girlfriend, still in her Catholic school uniform.

“Hey!” He leans over his bedspread being very careful not to wrinkle her designs to plant a kiss on her cheek. “How’s my favorite genius?”

“Hey Percy.” Annabeth is currently scrambling to get her papers in order, which he finds odd because usually when he calls her a genius she’ll smile and kiss him extra gently. And then she only needs a little prodding and he can get her to explain what she's working on. She gets this crinkle in the corner of her eyes when she talks about her projects and gesticulates wildly to get him to understand. It’s awesome.

But right now, Annabeth is beet red, eyes manic, and piling papers with a vengeance. He’s not entirely sure what’s happening but Annabeths got this look in her eye- like one wrong move and she’s gonna bolt. “What’re you working on?”

“Nothing!” She says voice cracking in a way that clues him in on the fact that the subject of her stress but her work. Which Percy finds ridiculous because he may not understand the nuanced and complicated world of design, but Annabeth’s smarter than anyone, she’ll figure whatever it is out. Annabeth gets like this sometimes- ADHD fixation and her need for perfection is a combo that doesn’t mix well and in the months that they’ve been dating, there have been more than a few times when Percy had to loosen her fistes curled around her designs in frustration, and talk her down from a panic attack because Apollo didn’t love his statue. Percy hates that her work does that to her, but he likes taking care of her.

“Annabeth,” He says slowly, hands already positioned to relieve her of the designs that she managed to wrangle in her lap, but she bats them away.

“No, no it's not- I’m not.” She looks up at him and her eyes soften at his concern. “I’m fine, seriously I’m not stuck on anything.” Percy raises his eyebrows skeptically.

“Sooo… is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Annabeth's hands fly up to her neck as if she can stop the flush of her skin from the outside. Which is a mistake on her part because Percy immediately grabs the blueprint she was so desperately trying to hide. She lunges for it, causing the remaining papers to fall forgotten on the floor, but Percy's growth spurt, along with the angle she’s sitting on his bed, makes it so he’s able to keep her at bay.

“Percy!! Give it back, oh my gods, I’m gonna kill you!” He’s heard that before and he’s still breathing so, he takes his chances. He makes out the words “Forever House: Annabeth Chase”, and a vague sketch of what looks like a shoreline. He catches Montauk and something about support beams when Annabeth finally succeeds in snatching the paper from him. She’s flushing even harder now, and her hands are covering her face.

“Which of the gods are asking for a forever house?” He laughs until he notices Annabeth shaking her head and she lets out a muffled ‘none of ‘em’ from behind her hands.

“Hey, hey Annabeth.” He says softly poking at her sides and pinching at her cheeks (he gets mostly fingers because she’s still covering her face but, all the better to grab her hands with). She sighs and lets him take her hands and sit on the edge of the bed, still not meeting his eyes. He squeezes the fingers in his grasp, a silent promise not to make fun of her, and she takes a deep breath and forces out an explanation.

“Well, a couple weeks ago, while I was waiting for you to get out of school, me and your mom talked for a while and she mentioned some of your trips to Montauk and how much you loved them, and we were looking at pictures and she mentioned how you always said you wanted to live there, right on the beach when you got older, and inspiration kinda struck and I started sketching out your hypothetical beach house. And I guess subconsciously, your beach house became a version of…. the forever house.”

Now, Percy’s heard of the hypothetical ‘forever house’ before. Annabeth had told him once about her favorite theoretical place, created when she was little. Having lost every person and place she was told to call home, caused a deep distrust for anywhere she lived in the future. (He doesn’t blame her, he’s not sure he could ever trust anything if he went through what she went through before Luke turned to Kronos- let alone everything she went through after.) So to cope, in her head she’d design a house that she’d build when she was older- now known as the forever house. She told him she daydreamed about building it, how it’d be open and bright with huge windows so she’d never feel alone again. But, despite its openness, it’d be sturdy and rooted in place. The design and location changed over time but it always had big windows and it was always immobile. And no matter what happend, that house would be her ‘something permanent’. Her forever house.

As what she was saying registered, Percy’s smile grew impossibly wide. Annabeth must’ve assumed he was laughing at her and deflated. “I know, it’s stupid and creepy just forget it ok I didn’t mean-”

He let go of her hands as she rambled and cut her off with a kiss. He wasn’t sure how to articulate what he was feeling with words, so he let his body speak for him. His thumb swipes at her cheek (I’m sorry that you had to build a house in your head because the people that were supposed to love you didn’t, it wasn’t your fault, thank you for trusting me anyway), he runs fingers through her hair (It’s an honor to be a part of your future, I’m going to care about you, on purpose, for as long as you’ll let me), he tilts up her chin to deepen the kiss (I love you, all of you).

When they part he rests his forehead on hers and allows himself a minute to be in awe of her. He learned a long time ago that Annabeth was brave. But after learning so many of the intimate details of her past, he thinks that her ability to love at all is an act of bravery. Everytime she tells him a secret, or holds his hand, or lets him walk through one of her walls is an act of rebellion. To love Annabeth is to be in awe of her relentless courage.

“Thank you.” He whispers. He doesn’t clarify what for and she doesn’t ask. She just smiles something small and says, “You’re welcome.”

He kisses her forehead because he can and half-laughs out, “You made me a house.”

“Ugh.” She buries her head in his shoulder bites at his collarbone in annoyance. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t, you love me, you know how I know?”

“I’m begging you to shut up.”

“Because you made me a house!” He says gleefully into her hair.

Annabeth shoves him back on the bed and he pulls her down with him. She half on top of him, face buried in his chest when she retorts,

“I made us a house.”

He hopes she doesn’t mind when his arms tighten around her. It’s instinct. And a necessity. And when he whispers i love you into her hair, it's a silent promise. A promise to do anything and everything possible to get them to that house one day. From the way she smiles into his shirt, she’s gonna do the same.

#i cant write anything under 1k for some reason #i hope you like it! <3 #it was rlly fun #ive had the forever house headcanon for so long so im happens its come in use #percabeth #percabeth fic #annabeth chase #percy jackson #rbs appreciated #my writing #anon ask #prompts #fic rec

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amazingmsme · 3 years

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Well if You Really Don’t Like Him...

AN: Here’s that fic about Godot flirting with Phoenix just to get at Edgeworth. This was seriously SO much fun to write! Ugh I love all these dorky ass lawyers, I need more content. So here you go, have some jealous Edgeworth, flustered Wright, & a very flirty Godot, all served to you on a silver platter!

Godot sat in the prosecutions office, reading over some old case transcripts. Detective Gumshoe was mulling about the room, browsing some of the books on the shelf. Godot snickered to himself, drawing Dick's attention.

"Something funny Prosecutor?" he asked with a curious smile. It was rare that he heard the other man laugh, so it warmed his heart to hear the sound.

"Yeah, actually. I can't help but notice... Is something going on between Edgeworth and Trite?" he asked, holding a page closer as he inspected the words. "I mean, it's hard to pick up a person's tone just from text, but I can't imagine another way to interpret this," he mused.

"Who? Oh you mean Wright! Yeah, we've all been wondering the same thing. He and Prosecutor Edgeworth have more chemistry than a chemical reaction!"

Godot smiled and shook his head. "Your analogy is weaker than decaf, but your point still stands."

"Hey!" Gumshoe shouted defensively, pouting at the other man's words.

"So I'm not crazy? Do they actually like each other? Because I can't possibly find any other meaning behind, "Court is no place for such fanciful stories. But if you drop by my office, I'd be more than willing to... indulge you?" Did Miles actually say this shit?" he asked, barely containing his laughter. One hand pressed against his forehead, fingers curling in the white locks as his shoulders shook with his chuckles.

"Heh, yeah I remember that. Poor Nick blushed redder than a ripe tomato!" he exclaimed, smiling at the memory.

"Hm, so Trite embarrasses easily? That's interesting," he hummed.

Detective Gumshoe shrugged. "Yeah, but he seems to get flustered a lot more when Edgeworth's involved," he explained. He found the book he'd been searching for, and bid him ado with a nod and quick wave. Diego was left pondering the new information, a sly smirk forming on his face.

The next day he strode into Edgeworth's office with even more swagger than usual. He sat on the corner of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. He slurped his coffee loudly to gain the other's attention. Miles sighed and glanced up at him.

"May I help you?"

"Who me? Nah, I just came in here to chat," he said, but the grin on his face told of an underlying motive.

"Please, you of all people are the last to want to chat while working. What's really going on?" he asked, cutting to the chase. Godot shrugged.

"A little birdie told me you might have feelings for Trite."

Miles stiffened, but other than that showed no outward emotions. "His name is Wright, and that's preposterous. I merely admire his skill in court and respect him as a peer. You would be wise to do the same."

"Really? 'Cause Dick sure thinks there's something more to it," Diego said. Edgeworth snorted out a puff of air in lieu of a laugh.

"And you believed him? Gumshoe is a well intentioned man, but he can let his imagination get the better of him."

"Transcripts don't lie bud. And I can smell the truth like a fresh pot of coffee." Miles rolled his eyes.

"Of course you can," he said sarcastically. "Now if you're done reciting your little fairytales, I'd love to get back to work," he said, opening a thick binder and smacking Godot's leg with the front half as he opened it. He stood, getting the hint.

"You know, that reminds me of something you said to Trite in court," he spoke as he began to pace the room. He piqued his interest, so he continued. "Something about fanciful stories, and him stopping by your office to "indulge" you," he said using air quotes.

Miles abruptly stood, slamming his hand on the desk. "That's out of context!"

Godot shrugged, swirling the coffee in his cup. "Trust me, the context doesn't make it sound any better. I'm surprised the two of you ever manage to reach a verdict, what with all the flirting going on."

"It's not flirting! It's merely playful bickering between childhood friends, nothing more," he reasoned.

"Is that what you call it?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and stuffing his free hand in his pocket. Edgeworth practically growled at him, shooting a harsh glare his way.

"What exactly are getting at Godot?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you really don't like Trite?"

"For the last time, his name is Phoenix Wright. The fact that you don't refer to him as such is wildly immature and petty."

Godot smirked in triumph. "You sure are defensive of him."

"Of course I am; he's my friend and a talented attorney who, might I remind you, proved my innocence and convicted my father's true murderer. So I won't stand idly by while you blatantly disrespect him," he snapped. He turned his back to him, busying himself with straightening stacks of paperwork.

"You misinterpret my intentions," he said, holding up his hand placatingly. Edgeworth looked over his shoulder, watching as he sipped his coffee.

"Then enlighten me."

"I admit I've been giving him a hard time. But most guys do that when they have a crush," he bluffed. Miles whipped around to face him.

"Ha! You're lying through your teeth, I know how much you despise him," he said, seeing right through the lie.

"Do you? Or was that just a front I put up to hide my feelings?" Edgeworth paused, considering the possibility.

"I don't know what your angle is, but you should stop while you're ahead. If you're only doing this to get at me, then I'm telling you right now it will all be in vein. But please, don't bring Phoenix into this if it's only a farce. He's had his heart broken before, and I won't allow you to needlessly toy with his emotions."

"Aw, how noble. Truly a knight in shining armor. But if you aren't in love with him, why should you care?"

Edgeworth recoiled, a pink tint coloring his cheeks at the L-word. "B-because he's my friend!"

Godot smiled softly, staring at his reflection in the dark liquid inside his cup. "I wondered what had happened to the hard ass prosecutor I knew. What made you go soft. But then I met Mr. Wright," he said, complying with his wishes and using his actual name.

"Don't act like I was someone to admire. I had lost myself and forgot what justice really meant. He merely opened my eyes," he explained.

"Now that's sounds like a love confession if I've ever heard one. You two go together like coffee and cream: he sweetened the dark bitterness you're known for and made you more palatable."

Edgeworth straightened to his full height, hair falling in front of his face. "Excuse me? I refuse to be insulted in my own office!"

"Well that was hardly an insult."

"You just called me bitter an insinuated that I was intolerable," he deadpanned.

"Heh, I did, didn't I? Well I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Whatever. I request that you leave my office so that I may get back to work," he said, sitting back down at his desk.

Godot snorted in amusement. "That's the kindest way I've ever been told to get the hell out."

"Now."

"Alright, alright." He turned to leave, but paused at the door. Miles sighed deeply.

"What now?"

"If you really don't like him, then you shouldn't mind if I flirt with him, right?" he asked smugly. Edgeworth's head snapped up with a gasp. He made to stand, a protest already on the tip of his tongue, but Diego shut the door before he could say anything.

Miles was left in his office, seething with a quiet rage. He couldn't go after him, that would only prove his point. So he did the only thing he could think to do. He pulled out his phone and texted Franziska.

be mean to Godot

A few minutes later, his phone dinged with her reply.

lol ok. Why?

because we're mad at him >:(

what did that fool do now?

He thought about his answer carefully before sending it.

he's going to break Wright's heart

No, he couldn't send that.

he accused me of being in love with Wright

He shook his head, deleting the message and starting over.

nothing. Just let him know you're angry

haha got it. I'll whip his mask clean off his face! >:)

He chuckled softly at his sister's antics.

maybe not that mean

By the next day, Miles had mostly forgotten about his conversation with Godot. That was until he walked into the courthouse and was greeted by his stupid smug face.

"There you are Edgey boy!" he greeted enthusiastically, coffee sloshing in its mug.

"Don't call me that."

"Right, only Phoenix can call you that," he teased. Miles allowed a smirk to grace his features.

"Or Larry. He was the one who came up with the nickname after all." Godot hummed as he walked beside him. For a moment, the only sound was their shoes clacking in unison on the linoleum tiles. Then they spotted Phoenix and Maya come out of a debriefing room. Miles shot Godot a glare.

"Don't you dare," he threatened.

"Oh I dare," he said, trotting away and over to his target. Phoenix spotted him coming his way and quickly turned around, grabbing Maya's arm and speed walking away. He kept his head down and eyes focused on the ground. Maya let out a small "ope" sound as he dragged her along. She looked over her shoulder to see what made Nick turn so abruptly down the hall.

"Uuuh Nick? Godot's jogging right towards us," she whispered.

"I know," he said, keeping his voice down.

"Well what did you do?" she asked before plastering on a wide smile to hide her confusion when the man approached suddenly. "Heeeey!" she waved, coming off as overly friendly in an attempt to hide the fact they were just talking about him.

"Hey Trite, whatcha been up to?" he asked, sidling up next to him. He slung his arm around his shoulders and pressed into his side. Phoenix made a small noise of shock, body going rigid.

"Umm, I was in a briefing," he said, casting a glance towards Maya. She merely shrugged.

"That's nice. So what's this case about?" he asked, letting genuine curiosity seep into his voice. Edgeworth was grumbling to himself as he stormed after him. He needed to intervene somehow.

Phoenix was slightly taken aback by the question. "Oh! It's nothing too exciting, just an assault charge."

Godot clicked his tongue, tipping his mug in his direction. "That's a real shame, your best work is on murder cases."

Wright blinked in surprise. "Really?" he asked skeptically. "I thought you said that I was a sloppy rookie who didn't deserve to be where I am today," he sassed, crossing his arms and looking him up and down.

He winced slightly, hearing his own words said back to him. He needed to try to smooth this over to seem sincere.

"Oooooo," Maya said in typical childish fashion, like when another student is called to the principal's office. She shut herself up when Godot shot her a look. A small, guilty smile was still on her face however.

Edgeworth had been able to hear most of the conversation and was eager to hear the prosecutor dig himself out of that one.

"My opinion of you is starting to change amigo," he said smoothly, taking a sip. Phoenix's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm truly shocked to hear you admit that you've changed your mind," Miles spoke snidely. He purposefully stood closer to Phoenix, subtly separating the two. Godot noticed and smirked.

"What can I say? It's called growing as a person," he snarked back. Godot reached out and grabbed Edgeworth by the shoulder, then had the gall to shove him out of the way. He leaned into Wright's personal space, posture lax with one hand in his pocket. Phoenix had a nervous grin on his face, cheeks growing pink.

"Aaah I'm- glad for the personal development," he said, arching his back a bit to lean away. He gave a quick and confused glance towards Miles, as if to say "what the hell's going on?"

"Didn't anyone ever teach you about personal space? I'm sure he would prefer not to have to smell your coffee breath," he scolded, and this time it was Godot's turn to blush from embarrassment.

Maya snorted and giggled softly, and Phoenix had to plaster his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. His cheeks were puffed up with air as he struggled not to chuckle along. The sight was utterly adorable, and Miles felt pride in the fact that he made him laugh.

Godot's lip twitched in an angry sneer as he straightened his tie. "For your information, my breath is perfectly fine. I make sure to always have gum on me," he explained. Maya and Phoenix shared a look somewhere between amusement and annoyance at their exchange.

Godot looked over at Phoenix and flashed his most dazzling smile. "After all, you never know when you'll need fresh breath."

He let out a quiet gasp, eyes shifting down to his mouth for a split second. Godot pulled out his pack of gum, flicking it open with his thumb. "Care for a piece?"

"Oh! I-um- sure," he stuttered, reaching out and taking one.

"Sweet! Can I have some?" Maya asked, batting her eyes. Godot looked down at her, deflating slightly as he remembered she was there. "Oh, yeah I guess," his voice didn't have near the same tone as when he was addressing Phoenix. She either didn't notice or didn't care, snatching two pieces of gum. She offered one to Edgeworth, which he accepted with a soft smile.

"Thank you Maya. I think I'll save mine for later. Like you said, I never know when I'll need a fresh mouth," he said, looking at Phoenix as he finished the sentence.

He smiled and looked down at the floor as his cheeks got redder.

Maya didn't know what was going on exactly, but she could definitely sense the awkward tension between Edgeworth and Godot. And it was clear that Phoenix was caught in the middle of their exchange.

"Um, I'm just gonna pick Pearl up from the play room," she excused herself, heading to the courthouse's daycare.

"Oh good. Maybe Edgey would like to go with you," he volunteered the other to leave. Phoenix quirked a brow hearing the nickname leave Godot's mouth. "Since when did you start calling him that?" He only received a shrug and a crooked grin in return.

"No offense Maya but I would not. Wright and I have plans for lunch," he bluffed, making said plans up on the spot.

"We do?" Phoenix asked, brows furrowing. Then his eyes widened as he caught on. "Oh yeah we do!" He stood next to Edgeworth, his shoulders releasing visible tension as he did so.

"Oh really? Where are you eating?"

They responded in unison, but with different answers.

"Jack's Burger Shack."

"Sashimi Temple."

Godot smirked, catching them in their lie. "Well? Which is it?"

"We haven't decided," Wright said, looking at Miles for "confirmation."

"Right. I'm good with whatever you want," he said, smiling at Phoenix.

"How can you tell when he's agreeing with you and when he's just saying your name?" Godot teased. He couldn't help but giggle at the question.

"Heh, I don't know, I guess I've just learned how to tell the difference," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a half smile on his face and eyes squinted shut. Godot couldn't help but notice the strain on the fabric of his suit as he stretched his arm.

"Whoa, you been workin' out Trite?" he asked and before he could answer, he reached out and squeezed his bicep. His face flushed at the contact.

"Oh y-yeah, you noticed? Glad to see it's starting to pay off," he said, admiring his own arms. He flexed again, striking a new pose.

"Mind if I start calling you espresso? 'Cause you sure can pack a punch," Godot all but purred. Edgeworth couldn't believe that Phoenix was falling victim to his sleazy charm. Who was he kidding, if someone as attractive as Godot hit on him, he'd cave just as quickly. He had to refrain from sneering.

"Ha! If you want I guess you could. But don't start calling me short," he said pointedly, but with just enough playfulness to still be considered flirty. Miles's eyes were still transfixed on Wright's admittedly large biceps. Godot saw the opening and took the shot.

He snapped his fingers right in his face to gain his attention. H blinked and flinched, attention drawn to his smug face. "Earth to Edgeworth. You copy?" He scoffed and shoved the hand out of his face. Phoenix nudged him gently.

"If you wanted to feel them too you could've just said so," he teased.

"That's not-" but his denial died on his tongue when he was met with both of their knowing looks. He turned his head away but still reached out to feel his arm. There was no way he was passing up that opportunity.

"Hard as a rock, huh?" Phoenix asked and yes, he was totally fishing for compliments.

"I was going to say like sculpted marble," he said smoothly. Miles couldn't let Godot be the only one flirting with him. Said man only smirked wider, seeing as he was proven right. Regardless what Edgeworth said after this, it would be undeniable that he had feelings for the defense attorney.

"So, you got room for one more or are you dining at a table for two?" he questioned, subtly inviting himself. Edgeworth was ready to shoot down the request, but Wright beat him to it.

"Uh, sure you can join." Curse his kind nature.

"Sweet. Not as sweet as you, coffee creamer," he let his voice drop an octave, flashing another dazzling smile. Phoenix giggled and hid his face in one hand.

"Oho man, that was like, really stupid."

"Made you laugh, didn't I?" he teased, propping his elbow on his shoulder as they walked. Miles walked behind them and watched the prosecutor like a hawk, gritting his teeth all the while. He was relieved when they got to the parking lot.

"Wright, would you be a dear and ride with me? I'd like your opinion on this case I'm working on," he requested. He immediately perked up and walked over, leaving Diego's side.

"Sure, I'd love to! It'll be nice to give my legs a break from all the pedaling," he joked, walking over to his car and pulled the door handle. When it didn't open he frowned and tried again. And again. He kept pulling, making the annoying clicking noise each time it failed to open the door. "Miiiiiles," he whined.

He shook his head with a fond smile, chuckling softly. He unlocked the car just as Phoenix tugged again. He wasn't expecting that and stumbled a few steps backwards. Godot, never one to miss an opportunity, purposefully knocked his foot out from under him, just so he could catch him in a dip.

Edgeworth gasped as he saw him fall, clenching his fist as he watched Godot swiftly catch him like some kind of techno prince charming. Phoenix let out a small yelp as he fell, gripping onto his vest as he was caught.

His mouth was slightly agape as he stared up at Godot. He wore a sly yet heart-melting grin. Phoenix stuttered out a quiet thank you.

"It was no problem. Be sure to watch your footing next time though," he said, clicking his tongue. The ace attorney felt his heartbeat quicken and butterflies fluttered inside his stomach. Edgeworth's eye twitched in anger and he cleared his throat.

"If my eyes serve me well, which they do, it was you who tripped him," Miles called him out. Godot shrugged guiltily and helped steady him on his feet.

"What can I say? It was just too tempting, just like how you look in that suit," he went on to compliment him. Phoenix's eyes widen, cheeks flushed. He ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"M-me?" Godot nodded.

"Mhmm. It really brings out your eyes. Not to mention how nicely tailored it is." He bit his lip, looking him up and down. "You're about as enticing as a hot steaming cub o' joe," he flirted, laying it on thick. Wright's face turned beat red and he looked at the ground, flattered giggles leaving his lips. He tugged on the collar of his shirt. Edgeworth was by his side in an instant, ushering him closer to the car.

"Where you off to in such a hurry?" he taunted.

"Jack's Burgers," he practically growled, walking around the front of his car. He plopped in the driver's seat as Phoenix closed his door, waving at Godot as they drove off.

Edgeworth's jaw was set and he gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Phoenix placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and he relaxed slightly.

"Miles what's wrong? You've been in a bad mood since I've seen you. Is it the case? Is that why you've been so grumpy?" he asked, concern clearly written on his face.

He sighed deeply. He should probably be honest with him- or rather halfway honest. He couldn't possibly tell him the whole truth.

"Actually I lied about that. I simply wanted to get away from him." Phoenix snorted in amusement.

"What's this? The great Miles Edgeworth lying? This must be serious," he chuckled, bumping their shoulders together.

He seemed to relax now that it was just the two of them. "He was really starting to get on my nerves."

"Yeah I noticed. He seemed to be in a lot better mood today, especially towards me. I don't know, but I can't help but think he's after something," he pondered aloud. Miles glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

"He's a top prosecutor, he's always after something."

"You're not," Phoenix said gently. Edgeworth took a breath to steady himself.

"How do you know we're not after the same thing?" They reached a red light and he turned to look at him.

"I'd ask what it is, but I have a feeling you won't tell me," he smirked.

"You're right, as usual."

"Well it is my name after all," he joked. Miles chuckled and shook his head.

"That was awful. Why did I laugh?"

"Because you love me," he teased. Oh if only he knew how accurate that statement was.

"Heh, I suppose I do somewhat."

"Nah you adore me. Admit it, I'm your favorite person," he goaded, leaning into his personal space. He even went as far as to lay his head on his shoulder.

"You're tied with Franziska," he admits.

"Wow, that's high praise." He hummed in agreement.

When they arrived at the diner, Godot was already waiting for them. Miles rolled his eyes as he spotted him leaning against the wall near the entrance. And where the hell did he find a toothpick? One leg was propped against the brick, arms folded across his chest and fuck he looked cool. If Edgeworth were a lesser man, he'd want to slap him.

"There you are! For a hot second there I thought you might've changed your mind and tried to ditch me," he taunted.

Miles wore a bored expression. "Don't tempt me."

"Hey, what happened to the Edgeworth that was in the car? All relaxed and smiley?" Phoenix asked, even poking his cheek to try and break the stern facade. He couldn't help but grin at the playful gesture.

"Ah, probably 'cause I'm here," Godot waved him off.

"Yes, that's precisely it," he answered with a rude smirk. Phoenix gasped.

"Miles!" he scolded.

"No no, it's completely my fault. I barged into his office and gave him a rude awakening of sorts. Please, allow me to make it up to you. Edgey."

He scoffed and Godot wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. "Lunch, my treat." When Miles turned to look at him, they were practically nose to nose. And Godot was so smug, it was infuriatingly amusing. He cracked a smile and shook his head.

"I'd be a fool to pass up a free lunch."

"Atta boy!" he cheered, pulling Phoenix closer in the same manner.

They were seated at a booth in a corner. Godot motioned with a bow for Phoenix to sit first. He chuckled and slid into the seat. Before Miles could make it to the seat next to him, Godot sat down in the empty spot in one fluid movement. He shot Edgeworth a victorious smirk.

Wright picked up on the tension, drumming a rhythm on the table and whistling quietly. He tried to make small talk.

"Sooo Godot. Saying you like coffee would be an understatement. I'm curious, if you could make your own coffee, what would you call it?"

He perked up at the question, scratching the stubble on his chin. "I couldn't just make one coffee, I'd have a whole brand. It would be an assortment of the darkest roasts and combination blends out there. I think our signature brew would be called Laser Beans. Ya get it? Like laser beams but it's coffee beans," he rambled on about his imaginary coffee business.

"Please, you do not have to explain the elementary concept of your pun," Miles quipped. Just for that, Godot scooted closer to Wright.

"Another popular blend: number 162, the Phoenix. Strong and sweet, with an unexpected fiery kick that rises from the grounds. Just what you need on those long, rough days." Phoenix gulped, staring at the red lines of his mask. Godot cocked his head, looking over at a furious Edgeworth.

"Wouldn't you agree Miles?"

"Yes- I mean no- I mean- I'm not much of a coffee person," he fumbled over his words. He jerked his head to the side, focusing on a crack in the wall.

"I think he's just too embarrassed to admit it," he whispered loudly, making eye contact with Miles as he said it.

"Heh, yeah you got him good with that one," Phoenix agreed.

"Ngh- who's side are you on anyways?" he asked defensively.

"My side," he said, clearly proud of himself. Miles softened at those words, unable to stay annoyed at him.

"Of course you are."

The waiter came and took their drink orders before leaving them be.

"I'm surprised you got water. I was expecting coffee," Phoenix mused.

"It's important to stay adequately hydrated," he explained, browsing through the menu.

"With how much you drink it, I would've thought you'd drop dead asleep without it," Edgeworth teased, looking at his own menu.

"Nah, I could drink eight cups and go to sleep right after. I'm used to the caffeine," he said casually.

"Wait, then what do you do when you need to stay up? Drink a whole pot?" Phoenix asked, bumping their shoulders together. He turned to him with his most charming smile.

"Well, instead of coffee keeping me awake, I could just have you," he said in a sultry voice. Phoenix flushed a dark crimson with an embarrassed, lopsided grin on his face as his eyes shifted between Godot and Miles. He was rendered speechless, the only sound he was able to make was a drawn out "uuh."

Godot grunted in pain when Edgeworth swiftly kicked his shin.

"Quite forward, aren't we?" he growled.

"You know I am," he said, snapping his fingers at him.

"And has your vulgar cockiness ever gotten you far?" he countered.

"Sure it does. I always make it to home base," he teased. Miles was relieved when the waiter came to set their drinks down, disrupting the conversation. They asked if they were ready to order yet, but Godot had spent so much time flirting with Phoenix, that he'd barely looked at the menu. And Miles was so busy keeping him in line that he didn't know what to order either. So they asked for a few extra minutes.

"You should really consider using your time wisely," Edgeworth advised. Godot snorted and mumbled something about him doing the same.

"I think I'm gonna have the Jack classic, what about you?" Phoenix asked, looking across the table at Miles.

"I think I'll have the same," he said, offering a warm smile.

Godot's smirk grew. "I'm leaning more towards the thhhick patty," he said, drawing out the word. Phoenix arched a brow and chuckled.

"You really put a lot of emphasis on the word thick there," he teased.

"What can I say? I like a lot of meat on my buns," he leaned closer, placing a hand on Wright's knee and squeezed gently. Phoenix giggled and scooted away in the seat.

"Hey, watch it. I'm ticklish," he admitted. Godot grinned like a shark.

"Oh Trite, don't you know that's not something you admit?" he teased, repeating the motion. Phoenix barked out a laugh, pushing the hand away playfully. Miles was glaring daggers at them and grit his teeth. He was the picture of jealousy.

When Wright moved his hand away, Godot purposefully interlocked their fingers so that they were holding hands. Edgeworth let out an angry huff and held the menu up to block his view. Or maybe to prevent them from seeing the sneer on his face. The world is cruel however, and Godot is even crueler. Which is exactly why he grabbed the top of the menu and pulled it down to meet his eyes directly.

"Thought you said you knew what to order. Why're you hiding from us?" he asked, elbows propped on the table as he leaned forward.

"I... I'm not! I simply thought I saw someone I don't particularly like and didn't want them to see me. But looking at them now I realize my mistake," he easily lied.

"Yeah, you and I have made a lot of enemies," Godot agreed. He looked between Wright and Edgeworth. "At first I thought you two were. But now that I've gotten to know you both a little more, I realize that couldn't be farther from the truth." As much as he loved riling Miles up, his ultimate goal was to make him admit his feelings for the other.

They both flushed a pale pink, looking away. After the waiter took their orders, Phoenix excused himself to the bathroom. Godot was smiling smugly as he watched him leave.

"It's times like these that I'm grateful for my visor. It would be a real shame if I wasn't able to watch that ass leave, wouldn't you agree?" he asked, looking at him with a shit eating grin. Miles slammed a fist on the table in anger.

He spoke low so as to not cause a scene, but his jaw was still clenched. "I order you to stop this at once."

"What, the flirting? You said you didn't like him, so why should it bother you?" he asked innocently.

"You speak out of your ass, you use crude and childish humor, you're completely insincere, your pick up lines are cheesy and all coffee related, and you're invading his personal space constantly!" he scolded quietly. Godot shrugged.

"He sure doesn't seem to mind. Maybe he likes the attention. People tend to enjoy my company," he bragged.

"You have no intentions other than making me angry," he pointed out.

"And it's working," he boasted. Miles's mouth gaped open as he thought of a response.

"So what if it is? I could just as easily be angry due to the fact that he's my friend, and you're nothing more than some- some playboy who's trying to prove a point!"

"Aww you think I'm a playboy? That's my new favorite compliment," he said, resting his chin on his hands.

Edgeworth raised an unamused brow. "It really shouldn't be. You're classier than that, Diego."

He snorted in amusement. "Even after all those things you said about me?" Miles rolled his eyes fondly.

"Yes, even after all that. So be the bigger man and put an end to this," he reasoned.

"Depends. You got a crush on Wright?"

"I still don't see how that's any of your business."

He shrugged, halfway triumphant. "Hey, that's better than the harsh no I got earlier. You'll admit it sooner or later."

"Not to you I won't," he growled. Edgeworth fiddled with his napkin and laid it across his lap neatly.

"To be honest, I don't care if you admit it to me."

He cocked his head, looking at him skeptically. "You don't?"

Godot shook his head. "No. I just want you to admit it to Trite."

Edgeworth's eyes widened and he recoiled slightly at those words. "Are you insane? I can't possibly tell him that!"

"Tell me what?" Phoenix asked as he walked up. Miles stuttered out an answer.

"Oh! Um, I-I'll tell you later. Now isn't... a good time."

Phoenix gave him a look as he sat down next to him. "You sure you're okay? You're acting, I don't know, weird."

Edgeworth was going to come up with something to say to that, but Godot beat him to it. He held his hands up in surrender. "You got us. There's no reason to lie to him any more Edgey. Truth is, he's planning you a surprise party."

Phoenix's brows shot up. "Wow really? But it's not for another two months or so."

"Yeah well, you know him. Always so organized, and he thinks three steps ahead. Sorry about ruining the surprise," Godot apologized for wrecking the fake party.

Wright rubbed the back of his neck and offered a shy smile. "Don't be! Knowing me, I'll probably forget about it by then. So-"

He was cut off by Godot's phone ringing. "Sorry, one sec." He checked the caller ID, brows furrowing. "That's weird, it's Gumshoe. Hope everything's okay." He answered the call with a flick of his wrist, holding the phone up to his ear. "Hey Dick, everything cool?"

"IT MOST CERTAINLY IS NOT COOL!" Gumshoe screamed into the speaker. Godot winced and held the phone away from his ear. Edgeworth and Wright shared a look of slight concern.

"Is everything okay?" Phoenix asked quietly. Godot nodded and waved a hand as if to say "all good."

"Hey keep your voice down will you? You're about to burst my eardrum," he said with a small chuckle.

"NO I WILL NOT! JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GETTING BETWEEN PHOENIX AND EDGEWORTH LIKE THAT?" Both men in question went stiff as a board, faces turning red.

Godot paled as he was chewed out. "Uuh hey this really isn't the time-"

"I DIDN'T TELL YOU THEY HAD THE HOTS FOR EACH OTHER JUST SO YOU COULD SWOOP IN AN' TRY TO STEAL WRIGHT AWAY LIKE THAT!"

Godot offered them an embarrassed grin. "Uh, can you excuse me?" They both refused to meet his gaze and just hummed in agreement. The prosecutor slid out of the booth, holding the phone up to his ear, speaking in a hushed yet firm tone.

"Listen Dick, you got it all wrong. I was just-"

"No you listen to me pal! Maya told me the whole thing!"

Godot walked into the bathroom of the restaurant to have a more private conversation. "Look, it's not like that. I'm not trying to hook up with Trite or whatever you think is going on."

"... You're not?" Gumshoe asked, sounding skeptical.

"No. In fact, I'm trying to get them together." Gumshoe snorted.

"You sure got a funny way of showing it."

"I'm making Edgeworth jealous so that he'll admit his feelings," he explained, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ooooh, that's smart!"

"Yeah, so don't go blabbering to Phoenix. I know you can't keep a secret."

"Hey I can totally keep secrets! I just don't want to very often!" he defended himself.

"Alright, are we done here? 'Cause we're out at lunch, and our food should be getting here soon."

"Okay yeah, sorry about the mix up. I'll let you get back to lunch," Dick said, hanging up. Godot heaved a sigh of relief, wiping a few beads of sweat from his forehead.

Meanwhile, Phoenix and Miles sat in an awkward silence as they watched Godot leave. Miles was sitting rigidly, staring at the napkin in his lap. Phoenix twirled the straw around in his glass.

"C-can you believe him? Heh, Gumshoe sure does have an active imagination," Wright said nervously, desperate to break the silence. Miles was quick to agree.

"Yes, he does," he allowed a soft smile to grace his features. "I suppose he's a romantic at heart," he reasoned.

"Uh, yeah. I guess he is," he agreed. The expression on his face was a mixture of nervousness, confusion, and a touch of sadness. Edgeworth took a deep breath. It was either now or never.

"But is he wrong?"

Phoenix whipped his head over to look at him. "What?" He tried to mask the hopefulness in his voice.

"While what he says may seem odd or far fetched at times, he's usually right." He spared a glance at Wright, trying to read him.

"Miles, a-are you saying-"

"I like you Phoenix. As a friend, yes, but... also more," he finally admitted.

Phoenix practically lit up. "Really? Wow that's- I mean- I've liked you since the third grade!" he blurted out, relieved to finally get this off his chest.

"I... also had a bit of a crush. And when we met in court that first time, all those feelings I thought I'd left behind came flooding back." Wright reached out, holding his hand. They stared at each other, warm smiles lighting up the room.

Miles started chuckling softly, and Phoenix cocked his head, an amused smirk on his face. "What's so funny?"

"Godot was doing all this to make me jealous, so that I'd admit my feelings. And it worked."

He nudged him with his elbow teasingly. "Well then, I guess a thank you's in order." Edgeworth groaned, though it was just for show.

"If I thank him then I'll never hear the end of it," he complained lightheartedly.

"Maybe that's not the worst thing. You're cute when you're annoyed and embarrassed," Phoenix cooed, propping his arm on the table to rest his chin in his hand. Miles blushed softly.

"S-stop it, that's supposed to be my line," he grumbled playfully, looking away. Phoenix smirked and pecked his cheek, relishing in the way his blush darkened considerably.

Godot was watching from around the corner of the hall, letting them have their moment. He wore a satisfied smirk as he walked up to their table. Both Wright and Edgeworth scooted away, acting as though nothing had happened.

"Don't play coy you two. I knew my plan would work. You're welcome by the way." They were both rendered flustered and speechless, even as the waiter set down their food.

#phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #godot #diego armando #godot ace attorney #phoenix wright ace attorney #ace attorney #ace attorney fic #i didn't really know how to end this #but i think it's sweet #flustered!phoenix is the cutest fucking thing ever ok #jealous!edgeworth #ok but writing godot's flirting & teasing flustered the hell out of me

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