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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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rules of conduct: the checkout queue

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: in which Loki learns the ways of having to wait in line

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even think about it); vaginal fingering; exhibitionism-adjacent; 1 cuss word (not even remotely sorry, Rogers)

Things to be aware of: teammates to…y'know what even I'm not quite sure what they are by the end of this…partners in smut? 😂

"And after crossing out every item on this list, with a considerable amount of ancillaries…" You had to roll your eyes at Loki's comment about the boxes of Pop Tarts and grape sodas and Vanilla Cokes that took up more than half the space of your cart. "We can finally leave this market teeming with the mundanities of man?"

"Not so fast, Mischief," you called out to him, stopping him mid-stride as he made his way to the exit. "We have to pay first."

"You do not simply walk away with what you desire?" You shook your head at him, holding back your laughter as the concept visibly confused the god. "That was how merchants were to me and Thor back in Asgard."

"Well you're on Earth now. And I'm not royalty, they won't just give me all this for free unless I have an arsenal of coupons or they find me pretty enough to give me a 'friends & families discount' in exchange for flashing them my tits or giving them my number."

"But I am a prince—"

"Not here, you're not," you cut him off. "Some people barely even want to acknowledge that the Earth isn't flat, good luck getting them to accept that there's anything beyond the solar system. Let alone more intelligent and superior life forms." The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk at that last bit. "So here you're an alien. Not a prince. Not a god. Well…unless we find people who heavily subscribe to Norse mythology so I gotta make sure we keep you far away from that."

He took a look around the marketplace, two fingers hooked at the front of your cart and not so subtly dragging it, and you, along with him as he made his way through the aisles. You made the split second decision to place your feet on the bottom rack to give your feet a break from walking and letting the towering Asgardian do all the work instead.

"Wait. Loki where are you going?" You avoided the pointed glares of the people in line that he passed, the irritation quickly melting into unabashed leering stares as they took in the way his black jeans and dark emerald shirt clung to and perfectly accentuated his lean, godly form. He looked back at you, breaking out into an amused grin when he saw how you were standing on the rack of the cart, his other hand pointing toward the cashier as if to answer your question. "There's a line, Mischief. Gotta move to the back and wait our turn. You know, just like everyone else."

Loki let out an exaggerated huff before turning the cart around and walking to the back of the line, the sound morphing into a faint chuckle when he heard your muted 'wheeeeee', only dismounting from the rack when you two finally stood at the end of the five cart queue and causing the women to risk neck pain from looking back and shamelessly checking out your teammate.

Your breath hitched when you felt his large hands resting on your hips, the lustful glances of the women in front of you once more becoming scathing as they switched their focus from him to you, and just how closely he stood behind you, the tip of his nose tracing the shell of your ear. "Okay now what're you doing?"

"Simply waiting our turn, darling." You could feel him smirking against your skin as fingers played along the waistband of your jeans, briefly dipping under and stroking the skin underneath and making you grip the handle of the cart so hard your knuckles were turning white. "Do you not think this would be a much more…titillating way to pass the time?"

"You are going to get us into a scandal, Laufeyson," you hissed under your breath, struggling to keep your composure and subtly kick him so that he'd stop fucking around as deft fingers undid the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down at an agonizing pace. "If you wanna incur Pepper's wrath because you were horny during this stupid acclimation effort that Stark assigned me to, be my guest. But don't drag me in with you--"

"Did you truly think I would let any of these inferior prying eyes see what we were up to, little mortal?" he whispered, breath tickling the tiny hairs at the side of your head. "All these people are seeing is your ever affectionate lover, my arms wrapped around you, the two of us engrossed in our own conversation. Every now and then I would press a kiss to your face." As if to emphasize his point, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, humming against your skin as he did so. "Just like that."

"Cameras," you hissed. You couldn't find it in you to voice the rest of your sentiment. You are not my lover, and I'm not your darling.

Mostly because you wanted so desperately for his illusion to be your reality.

"Under the same illusion." He kissed a path down to the corner of your mouth. "Tell me to stop." He groaned as he pressed another kiss to your skin, his fingers slipping under your panties and slowly making their way down. "Tell me you don't want this, too, and I'll stop--"

"I can't," you blurted out, a whimper slipping from your mouth as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"Then you'll need to keep quiet for the remainder of the queue, darling." He captured your lips in another kiss, muffling the moan that escaped you when his fingers traveled further down and met your slick arousal, running up the length of your slit and rubbing tight circles against your clit. "Or else we shatter the illusion."

A/N: so…welcome to 'rules of conduct'! requests for this series/collection will forever be open, so if you have any scenarios you want to put these two blorbos into that fit the theme of the story, send them over and I'll see what I can do 😄 (also I don't have that many ideas on what exactly I'm gonna have them do next after this other than another shot at fitting room smut, maybe public library, and then that's about it)

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#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki smut #loki drabble #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #muddyorbs writes

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justkeeponsimming · 10 months

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Whilst her family have been hitting the ski slopes, Kana spends time away from the snow.

One of her werewolf quirks is a dislike of water. If she needs to clean herself, she’ll groom. Although she does love anything adventurous, she doesn’t want to fall in the snow and get soaked. Plus, being by herself gives her a break from Thorne and Hex causing mischief!

What other sports could she do without getting cold or wet? She sees a tour guide ahead helping sims climb a short rock face. That would be a cool skill to learn. She’s from Moonwood Mill and could climb the mountain in her hometown. She’ll take any opportunity to gain skills that set her apart from the packs in Moonwood Mill.

Kana joins the queue to start her climbing lesson. An attendant waves her towards one section of wall, giving her some brief climbing and safety tips. Kana tilts her head up, half listening as her keen eyes find perfect handholds. Once given clearance, she starts her climb.

Werewolf abilities kick in. Kana half shifts part of her body - letting her claws dig into the slippery stone for better grip. She looks up, rather than watching her feet as she scrambles up the rock face. Within seconds, she reaches the top, howling excitedly.

Kana loves to exercise, but she’s found a new, fun way to keep fit!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 #differences in the family tree #ditft #quick legacy gen 7 #reed quick #legacy challenge

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spinda-draws · 2 years

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The Borg of Both Worlds Ch. 9

Synopsis || After being defeated once and for all, Hacker decides the only thing for him to do is go to the real world and give the Earth brats a bit of grief. Jackie ends up being the main target for his new spree of mischief, but could there be more to the borg than meets the eye? (thank you @permanent-beta-bag-of-water for helping me edit all the parts so far)

The quaint little fairground paled in comparison to R-Fair City, though for Hacker it scarcely made a difference. He’d never cared much for places like this. Not unless there was perversity to be had.

Aaliyah and her offspring on the other hand, seemed thrilled by the spectacle of the twisting coaster rails and its shrieking passengers. Sunshine grabbed her mother’s hand almost as soon as they’d gotten out of the car, dragging her towards the ticket gate with girlish excitement.

Hacker pulled out his flier again, trying to see if there was any information on the back that would catch his interest. Surely it wouldn’t be impossible to find an appropriate spot for some alone time? He could taste a salty tang in the afternoon breeze. They were adjacent to the bay which was the first promising sign. Renting out a little yacht or even a canoe sounded ideal.

He hurried after the two to the gate, trying to get Aaliyah’s attention as she continued being dragged away by her daughter. He rubbed his hands as he noticed the Earth brat stopping to look over a map, allowing him to catch Aaliyah’s gaze at last.

“I should probably get on line for food. If we wait until she’s hungry, we’ll get a visit from the drama llama.”

“Excellent idea,” the borg declared with his usual grandiose gestures. “And while you’re at it, I’ll make sure she’s well supplied with tickets.”

“I’ll pay you back,” she said, briefly resting a hand on his arm before running off to squeeze herself onto the line.

Once Hacker made it to the front of the ticket queue, he didn’t hold back in shoving bills into the cashier’s hands. It was essential that the Earth brat remained good and occupied. Ideally until it was time for them to leave. If there was one talent she and her friends possessed, it was butting in at exactly the wrong time to ruin things for him.

But not today! Beaming at the thick roll of tickets in his hand, he walked back to where the child stood. She was busy making a numbered list prioritizing which attractions she wanted to visit. Before he could present her with the ticket roll, she’d absentmindedly slipped her hand into his.

“Mom, hurry. The line for the Sea Serpent isn’t that long. We can go on that first, and—” She slowly craned her head, seeming to realize his elegant, yet masculine fingers did not actually belong to her mother.

Hacker offered her a cheeky wave. “I’ll ride with you once if you insist, but don’t call me Mom.” He flashed a smarmy grin as she stared up at him, mouth agape and more than a little horrified.

She quickly yanked her hand away and attempted to look over his shoulder to track down her missing parent. After spotting her in the line for hot dogs, she tried to make a beeline in that direction, but was intercepted as Hacker side stepped between them.

“Why don’t you go find some other children to galavant around with?” he said, shoving the roll of tickets in her hands. “Give your mother a little break.”

“I know what you’re up to,” she said, folding her arms and refusing to take them.

“And what am I up to?”

“Bad stuff,” she muttered, eyes narrowed into slits. “Evil.”

“I’m hurt. Have all our misadventures this week meant nothing?”

“Can you at least try to tone down the flirting, Casanova?”

He practically shoved the ticket roll into her hands, his face flushing a deep red. “Do you want these or not?”

“Fine,” she sighed finally, snatching it from him. “But you better be on your best behavior.”

“I’ll be as exceptional as always.” He stuck out his pinky, causing a smile to spring to her face.

“I thought you said that was childish,” she laughed, hooking his pinky. They shook briefly before he slid his hands back into his jacket.

“Seeing who I’m dealing with, I thought it would be appropriate.”

The girl hung her head in exasperation before looking back up at him with a little smirk. “Thanks, I guess.” She closed her fist around the tickets and pocketed them.

Hacker waited for her to vanish into the crowd before searching the line for Aaliyah. Although it looked like she’d barely moved from her spot, she was no longer at the back of the line. It was as if everyone else at the fair had gotten the idea to get hot dogs at the same time and the queue now twisted back and forth along the path several times.

“It looks like we’ll be waiting here a while,” she sighed once he joined her.

“What’s the rush?” He shrugged, without a care.

Aaliyah raised a brow at him, then seemed to stand on her toes to look over his shoulder. “Did Jackie run off on her own?”

“Children,” he continued with the same flippant smile. “I’m sure she’ll find us once she’s in need of refreshment.”

Despite his reassurances, she still seemed anxious, rubbing the skin just above her elbows as she stood beside him in silence. There was something on her mind she seemed reluctant to share. Something Hacker was oblivious to as he continued to rattle off on his own.

“Clear skies. Pleasant breeze. Perfect weather for sailing.”

“Hacker?”

“What do you say, I go down to the pier? See if I can persuade someone to lend us their boat for the day? I think I could do with a tan.”

“Hacker, listen,” she said again, her tone growing more forceful. This time the borg fell silent. “Before this goes any further, there’s something I have to tell you. I know I should have said something sooner, but… I don’t think I’m ready for another relationship right now. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

As she spoke, the carefree expression slowly fell from Hacker’s face. He opened his mouth awkwardly, but shut it again, slightly befuddled and at a loss for words. First the Earth brat and now her? Was the Hacker really so transparent?

His first instinct was to deny. Had he been flirting with her? Hardly. That was just him being friendly, putting his best foot forward as it were and it didn’t matter to him whether they became an item or not.

His second was to just smile and shrug it off, but his momentarily stunned stupor threw away any chance of that being bought. Luckily for him, the moment passed as she broke her own silence.

“But you’ve been a wonderful friend. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it.”

“Been a wonderful friend.” This time he recovered quickly and managed to retrieve the smile. Whatever emotion and just flashed by was masked now. There was no reason they couldn’t still enjoy the rest of their afternoon together.

At first Aaliyah seemed weary of the offhandedness of his response, but offered back a weak smile. Eventually they made it to the front of the line and she ordered for the three of them, getting a brown paper bag so she could store her daughter’s share in her purse for the time being.

They strolled through the fairground with their food, Hacker eyeing his corndog suspiciously. It was the type of fatty junk Buzz and Delete would normally drool over. The only reason he’d asked for one was because it was the only thing he could eat without hands. He’d never liked the idea of having to touch food he was about to eat, especially while outdoors.

He shot a side glance at Aaliyah who was biting into her own hot dog while taking in the passing attractions. “Have you ever been on the teacups?” she asked, pointing them out in the distance. Hacker shook his head, which prompted a huge grin from her. “Let’s go. And after that we can do the haunted house.”

“E-er, no.” He was staring down at her like he’d just discovered a bit of cat puke in his driveway.

“Don’t be scared. You just ride through on a cart. The animatronics don’t even touch you.”

“I’m scared of nothing,” he declared imperiously, turning his nose up. Aaliyah frowned, not looking entirely convinced.

“I’m terrified of bugs.”

This seemed to catch his attention though he didn’t meet her gaze. “Computer bugs, or insect bugs?”

“Both.”

“Good for you.”

Aaliyah smiled flatly at his aloof response. “Oh, come on. That’s supposed to make you open up.”

“Not a chance.”

“So there is something you’re scared of,” she cried, astutely.

“No.”

“Then you’re going into the haunted house.” She grabbed him by the shirt sleeve and dragged him to the back of the line.

Hacker desperately wanted to protest, but he couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make him look like a coward and weedy. He caught himself chewing at his lower lip, his heart pounding with every shuffle they made forward in the shockingly short line. After less than ten minutes, they’d arrived at the front.

“Y-you don’t think there’ll be ghosts, do you?”

“Probably,” she said, doing her best to fight a smile. Noticing the little smirk on her lips, he scrunched up his nose and put on the biggest frown his face had room for. “If you’re really scared, we don’t have to. There’s still time to get on the teacups.”

“Absurd,” he huffed adamantly as they were ushered into the next cart.

As the protective bar came down over them, Hacker’s expression took a sudden drop. He wiggled the bar in his lap, but it was firmly stuck in place. Before he could open his mouth and ask to be let off, the doors to the ride’s spooky mansion set piece flung open with a howl of the wind and the two were launched inside.

Five minutes and one haunted house tour later, he had been reduced to a quivering mess in her lap, still wearing a stubborn pout even as his arms practically had to be crowbarred from around her shoulders.

“Er, Hacker? It’s over.” Aaliyah said, nudging him gently as the bar came back up. “You can let go of me now.”

The borg looked around stunned, as if he’d forgotten where he was. It took him a moment to note his humiliating position and apologetically slide back to his half of the cart.

“Um, yes,” he mumbled, straightening himself up and trying to look as regal as possible. “Naturally, I was just trying to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Good, good.” He stared at her awkwardly for a moment before noticing the next riders were coming over to claim their cart.

He hopped off the ride and hurried towards the exit as if he hadn’t been holding onto her for dear life just moments before. Glancing to the side, he saw that she had joined him, a teasing smirk on her lips.

“You’re very brave,” she said, failing to hide the laughter on her lips.

“Zip it.”

They headed over toward a stone fountain at the center of the fair grounds. It was a giant, circular structure that had water spewing from the center and a rim just far away enough for people to sit comfortably without getting wet. Despite the hyperactive children that ran screaming past them occasionally, Hacker was happy for the relief from being dragged to further attractions.

“Guess what I brought?” Aaliyah said, reaching into her bag. The borg peeked over to see her pull out a sketchbook, followed by a set of oil pastels. “I thought I’d do a few preliminary sketches. Get the shape of your face down before I tried anything serious.”

As she flipped through the pages of the book, Hacker caught a glimpse of some of the previous sketches etched in it. “What do we have here?” She’d already turned to a fresh page at the point, and had started reaching for her oils when he peeled back to page to get a better look.

“Just some very, very old drawings,” she chuckled lightheartedly, resting her palm on the side of the sketchbook in a feeble attempt to cover it up.

“I think I saw a wedding dress. So you did remember where you kept them.” He gently pushed her fingers off the page and started flipping through.

There were dozens of uncolored sketches of dresses with different shapes and cuts. Many seemed to be themed around flowers as the motif appeared everywhere from the hem line to the collar across the different drawings.

“Marriage, spring, you know,” Aaliyah shrugged. “Pretty cliche right? I don’t think I could ever sell any of these, but doing them was a fun time waster.”

“If there’s one thing I know about business, it’s that it’s not about if someone will buy a product, it’s if you can sell it,” Hacker said. “If you can find your market, you can sell anything. Cliche? What I see is…” He paused to think for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Affordable designer.”

He continued flipping through the pages until the designs eventually transitioned to color. These he noticed didn’t appear to be dresses, but various costumes. And designed for a child no less.

“Oh these are more recent. A few Halloween costumes for Jackie. I think this one came together really well. She seemed to like it anyway.” Aaliyah pointed at a vaguely familiar looking red vest and puffy sleeved shirt. “But enough of memory lane. Do you want a portrait from me or not?”

“Yes, please.” Hacker reached across her lap for one of the waxy numb pastels. The set was out of order and several pieces were crumbling or broken, but they still looked somewhat usable. There was hardly anything left among the browns and oranges, maybe not surprising for a portrait artist, and the paper they were wrapped with was well weathered with age.

He made a dive once he spotted a green he judged to be comparable to his own. And better still, it seemed to be in relatively pristine condition. “I’ve always thought I looked best in a bright lime,” he declared, handing her the piece. “And if you wish to accentuate the form of my chin, that’ll be alright.” He held his open palm up in front of his reduced appendage, subtly suggesting the length he would have preferred.

She gave him a puzzled glance before gingerly taking the piece from his fingers. “I’m not used to doing caricatures, but I can try.”

Hacker beamed, striking the most megalomaniacal pose in his repertoire as he watched her start to sketch. When she glanced up at him again, he thought he detected a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Do you want a crown with that, your majesty?”

“Well, if it isn’t too much to ask, then, yes.”

His entire face seemed to glow as he looked at her though eyes that couldn’t help but be filled with adoration. It almost didn’t matter that she’d told him earlier she wasn’t looking for a relationship. He couldn’t imagine anything better than what they had at that moment.

Like everything else though, it didn’t last. The corners of his mouth peeled into a frown as he spotted the Earth brat in the distance. Despite his subtle attempt to shoo her away, she continued to approach them. He was just about to get up and shove her towards another ride when he felt a buzz from his pocket.

It took him a moment to realize the source was his phone. He reached for it, stupefied about who could have been calling him. He wouldn’t have even though intra-dimensional communication was even possible on his device.

Once he pulled it out, he realized it was a pre-scripted alert. He flipped the phone open and was met with the instrumental blast of royal trumpets followed by a computer generated voice. “Congratulations! You are now the uncontested and inimitable Ruler of all Cyberspace! Let’s check the instant rewind—” BOOM!

Oh, right. This was the pre-recorded message to himself he’d created in the event he did take over Cyberspace. Triggered to play if ever Motherboard was booted off the big screen. He remembered sitting in the Wreaker, editing the clip of the explosion going off in Motherboard’s room. He couldn’t help a little amused grin before his expression twisted into confusion.

“What was that?”

“What was that!?”

Mother and daughter had both spoken in unison, although one sounded far less amused. Hacker just blinked and looked down at his phone again, trying to put the pieces together himself. Before he had the chance to formulate thoughts, the siren of an Earth brat was once again screeching in his ear.

“What did you do?”

“Believe it or not, I’m not quite sure,” Hacker mumbled, puzzled but still sounding amused. “Would you believe me if I said nothing?”

“No!”

“Jackie!” Aaliyah cried, pulling her daughter towards her so she was looking her in the eye. “What’s going on?”

The girl bit her lip and to Hacker’s surprise began crying. Shaking her head and refusing to answer her mother.

“I think one of you better start explaining!” Aaliyah said with considerably more force. Hacker waited another moment for the girl to speak, before deciding to take the matter into his own hands.

“We’d always planned to explain this eventually but—” He gave a flippant wave of the hand as if expecting it to somehow finish his sentence for him. He seemed completely oblivious to the situation he was actually in and Aaliyah’s mounting horror with every syllable he uttered. “I lied. I’m not a math teacher. That was just a ruse I concocted so I could give our little Sunshine a bit of a scare.”

“Then who exactly are you!?” The woman looked like she was about to start frothing at the mouth any second.

“Mom, don’t be mad at him. He’s harmless. Just crazy.”

Hacker huffed indignantly, but held back his brewing protests. He seemed to be starting to sense he would not rise from this conversation as unscathed as he’d thought.

“I’m THE Hacker, and as you heard, I’m the rightful Ruler of Cyberspace. Prince of the Digital Realm. Despot to—”

“He’s an old jerk who thinks he’s a supervillain,” the girl yapped, merciless in her slander. “It’s really nothing, mom. And the only reason I didn’t tell you is because I didn’t want you to worry. I was with Matt and Inez the whole time and we were completely safe—”

“I’m not old…” Hacker mumbled, but was completely ignored by both parties.

“It’s just somewhere I go to meet my friends.”

“Jackie, you’re not making any sense. Are these people you’re meeting online? I-I haven’t noticed you going anywhere.”

“No, it’s— it’s so hard to explain because it’s so… impossible and crazy.” She reached for her bag and pulled out her squwak. Hacker peered over her shoulder, watching her pull up her contacts, only to see Motherboard’s was grayed out.

Hacker got up from the edge of the fountain, the reality of the situation starting to hit him. What was happening? Had someone… other than him, actually done it? He felt his human flesh flash hot. Who was it? Wicked? Warren? Some young punk he’d never heard of? He couldn’t decide what would be worse.

But how was that even possible? He’d cured the virus. At full power, nothing in Cyberspace could match the AI’s power. Nothing but him. At least that was how it was supposed to be.

“Hacker?” He felt the Earth brat walk up to him from behind and reach for his hand. “What’s happening?”

For once the borg didn’t have an answer.

#cyberchase #my writing

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musedriven-a · 4 years

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@13xwishes / @coralxonyx

“ it is more complicated than you think, Onyx... you don’t have to do this. you can make a choice for yourself here. you can choose to leave. you can choose to exist for yourself! “

#c; ( a single rose in a bed of thorns. PINK ROSE DIAMOND )#v; ( pink rose // a rule of dual nature. WAR )#13xwishes #;; away causing mischief. ( QUEUE )

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hajimine · 3 years

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➵ HQ BOYS + ‘PULLING THEM IN BY THEIR BELT AND KISSING THEM’ TIKTOK PRANK

characters: (timeskip) iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, ushijima wakatoshi, akaashi keiji

!! warnings: quite suggestive but nothing explicit, i tried to keep this as sfw as possible but uh... y’know :,)

a/n: tumble is testing my limit istg they posted my queue before their time twice in a row. but anyway, this was requested by anon, and i really liked writing it so i hope you guys like it as well <33

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME ➞ you approach him with a sneaky grin on your face and an ingenious plan on your mind. you hook a finger in his belt loop and pull him close. his eyes widen in surprise and from the close proximity, you can see the smattering of red across his cheeks. “h-hey, what are you doing?” he stutters, face heating up as you inch closer, closing the gap between your lips and his. his hands grip your waist tightly, your body flush against his. your boyfriend’s lips are warm and soft, the quiet growl coming from his throat sending pleasant shivers down your spine. iwa chuckles at your flustered expression, pulling you in for another kiss, tongue hot and teasing against your lips. he presses his body against yours, kneading the skin under the waistline of your pants, a low groan escaping his lips when you gasp in surprise. “don’t be a tease. you won’t know what’s coming for you after i get off from work tonight, angel.” he drawls, eyes dangerously dark, a charming scowl complementing his sharp features.

MIYA OSAMU ➞ osamu just got home from a long day at work when you decided to pull this prank on him. “baby i’m ho-” you didn’t let him finish his sentence before you pull him close, eyes twinkling with mischief. your action catches him off guard, his normally passive expression now gone. “whoa whoa, what’s goin’ on?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline. you flutter your eyelashes at him innocently, making him narrow his eyes, suspicious. you lace your fingers together behind his back, lightly grazing your lips against his. his hold on your hips tighten; almost bruising but not quite. “are ya sure you wanna do this right now, ‘cause two can play this game, gorgeous.” he takes a step closer, forcing you to stumble backwards, your back pressed against the counter. osamu traps you in between his arms, breath shallow as he captures your lips in his. the taut muscles of his torso presses firmly against your own, causing feverish heat to rise from your neck and up to your face.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI ➞ he was fresh out of the shower when you pulled this prank on him—he didn’t even get to grab a shirt yet. “love did you see my-” his question was cut short when you slid your finger into his belt loop and tug him closer to you. his eyes widen a fraction, but he quickly regained composure. there’s a questioning look on his face as his eyes meet yours, hands quickly finding their way onto your waist. “what are you doing?” “oh, nothing.” you give him a cheeky smile, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest, making him shiver. he raises an eyebrow at you, pulling you even closer, leaving no gap between your bodies. “is this another one of your pranks?” he asks, breath warm against your face. ushijima grips your chin between his fingers, getting you to look him in the eyes before his lips meets yours—fervent and demanding. he pulls away far too quickly, leaving you breathless and wanting more. “you better be ready for me when i get home from work, doll.”

AKAASHI KEIJI ➞ akaashi was making his third cup of coffee that day when you tried this prank on him. you tug him towards you by his belt, eliciting a surprised gasp from his lips. “babe, what do you think you’re doing?” his eyes were wide open, coffee long forgotten. you bite your lip to suppress a laugh but provided him with no explanation. his hands are on your hips, a confused look on his slightly pink-tinted face. your fingers make their way up his torso, tapping at his chest before taking a fistful of his shirt, pulling him impossibly close. without warning, you crash your lips onto his, and it takes him a second to break out of his reverie. he cups your cheek, sliding his tongue across your lips, slotting his body against yours. breaking apart for air, akaashi presses hot kisses on your neck, “so this is what you were planning, huh?” he whispers against the sensitive skin on your neck, smiling to himself when you shiver from the sound of his voice.

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THE FOUR COMMANDMENTS FOR BEING S*X FRIENDS (PART 3) (LEON S. KENNEDY X READER) NSFW

Author’s note: Part 3 is finally here! Sorry for keeping you waiting. next chapter will be the last.

Summary: After a tiring mission in Cuba, you are back in your sexy agent's arms (and bed) but the reunion soon becomes out of control. Can Commandment Number 2 resist the night?

Tagged: Friends with Benefits / Friends to Lovers / Slow Burn / Mutual Pining / Smut / Angst / Denial of Feelings etc.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (this one) / Part 4

PART 3: YOU SHALL NEVER EXPECT ANYTHING RELATIONSHIP-LIKE FROM YOUR SEX FRIEND.

Everyone gets dumped at some point in their life. Whether you are a freshly-graduated rookie cop waiting for his first job assignment or a young teenager hoping there’ll be French fries for lunch at the cafeteria today. The only difference is how you get dumped. Sometimes it’s a simple yet very clumsy and ill-timed sentence like “Sorry but I think we should break up. Bon appétit.” Not so bad except when an entire queue of starving students is watching. And sometimes, you just find your partner in bed with someone else and a dick between their lips is enough to get the message. Either way, the result is always pretty much the same: PAIN. And that’s certainly part of why Leon and you ended up in the kind of relationship you are now (though you can also add ‘messed up busy life’ to ‘painful love disasters’ if you really think about it). Pain after breakups just makes you say: No fucking more! And if some people call it a lie, you’d rather call it self-preservation. Plus, as a wise woman once said: Better offer your pussy than your heart. Cause while a pussy stays sore for a couple days, a heart stays sore for years. The name of that wise woman? … … Alright, fine! It was you. But it’s still a solid proverb. And here’s the perfect supporting evidence. Leon’s lovable lips and delicate tongue soothing your sore reddened entrance to wake you up slowly and wish you a heavenly good morning after one hell of a night.

“That’s right. Right there.” You whisper, still somewhat asleep. And he is doing amazing as usual, which makes you wonder if this useful oral skill of his (along with his ability to be a formidable switch of course) is natural or if it is just another talent that goes with being an enthusiastic good boy. “Keep going please. It feels so good.” “You want me to ruin you again, doll?” He smirks in between your thighs and his blue eyes glitter with mischief. He’s so proud of himself, so cocky and you just adore him like that. “Cause you can ruin more than I already am?” You exhale deeply, exhausted and yet satisfied like never before. “I bet I can.” Leon chuckles slightly before licking your clit with the tip of his warm tongue. “Fuck, I’m sure I won’t be able to walk for at least two days.” You declare. “Two creampies, was it?” “You only remember two? I’m hurt!” He jokes and he suddenly presses his lips against you inner thigh, a sweet yet impromptu gesture that makes you instantly shiver and fidget rather uncomfortably on his bed, torn apart between wellness and malaise. Did he really just kiss you? “And here I thought that night would be our most memorable reunion considering how … eventful it was.” You force a smile and he buries his face back in between your legs to lay soft kisses on your swollen clit and lips. And you watch him, eyes staring with fearful wonder at all the delicacy and sweetness he puts into this oral session that suddenly looks weirdly wrong. “I’m so glad to have you.” You feel a bizarre weight on your chest and you quickly stop breathing for a small moment. You’re terrified. “You’re okay?” Leon says as looks up at you. He is worried, you can tell. “I have to go.” You push him away, not hard but abrupt enough to befuddle him, and get up quickly. You know he’s giving you the look right now. The one that he has when he doesn’t understand what’s going on around him, the one that makes him frown and that wrinkles the corner of his beautiful blue eyes. But you can’t look at him. Nor can you explain. You just start looking for your clothes in your duffle bag with hasty and rather-trembling hands. “Have I done something wrong?” Of course he has to feel guilty. Damn it! “No. You were perfect, as usual.” You flash him a fake bright smile worthy of a toothpaste advertisement, hoping it doesn’t seem too forced even though you quite sure Leon can see your wisdom teeth right now. “But I have to go. Got to finish my report on the last mission. You know what it is.” Leon doesn’t seem convinced, with good reasons. Despite being an incredible agent, you never shortened a passionate moment with him to go back to work. Never in six months. Hell, once you even finished typing an entire report sitting on his face, your computer on his abs and your cunt over his devouring mouth because, I quote, “I can’t have enough of that amazing mouth of yours, Kennedy.” Shame? What shame? That was the best report writing of your whole career. “See you at work?” You ask as Leon powerlessly stares at you putting on your sneakers. “Sure.” You don’t even take the time to lace them that you’re already storming out of his room.

You slam the door to his apartment behind you, mumbling curses and thoughts at yourself while heading for the elevator. “Why did he have to do that? Couldn’t he just eat your pussy as usual? Seriously, how could he think it was okay to that? It goes against The Second Commandment!” You furiously push the button to open the elevator doors again and again until they finally open. Then, you rapidly get in and take a deep breath, the back of your head pressed against the mirror. “How the fuck do I always end up in messes like this one?” But before the doors can finally close, a foot blocks them and they slide open again. Leon. “You don’t remember last night, do you?” Holy fuck! What did you do again?

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The hall was crowded and the constant hubbub around you was getting on your nerves. You were coming back from an exhausting mission in a god-awful place somewhere lost in Cuba that had kept you busy and dirty (blood and mud, perfect combo!) for weeks and the last thing you wanted was to feel oppressed by hundreds of noisy people squealing with happiness and excitement. You hadn’t drunk enough rum on the plane to tolerate that, especially not this late. You difficultly crossed the crowd, impatient to get to a cab and asking people to apologize for standing on your way. “Excuse you.” You just wanted quiet and a bed and a shower (God! A shower!) and some well deserved comfort. Plus, sleep-deprived you can be very rude and bitchy (though not as much as your jealous-self. Ask Coffee Girl). And yet, somehow, all forms of grumpiness seemed to disappear when you caught a glimpse of a handsome agent with luscious hair waiting for you with a small sign with your name on it. Ridiculous, definitely cheesy but he is so hot he’ll get a pass.

“Afraid I would not recognize you?” You teased him with a smile and he chuckled. “More like afraid you might have forgotten me.” You shook your head, still very smiley and hugged him, genuinely happy to see him after such a long journey. He smelt very good, like peppermint, fresh cologne and leather … maybe whisky too … a comforting and addicting perfume you had assimilated to him and him only and loved to inhale and keep in your nostrils. “I’m sorry I didn’t text.” “That’s alright. I knew you had orders to cut all communications.” You let go of him but grabbed his black leather jacket to keep some sort of physical contact that you surprisingly craved as much as a shower right now. “I’m glad to see you look so well.” “Well? Have you seen my face?” You harrumphed. “Look at my hair and those dark circles! I look like Mount Rushmore Thomas Jefferson.” Leon laughed loudly, amused by the bizarre and inaccurate comparison and glad to have your humour back. “Well, then Mount Rushmore Thomas Jefferson is incredibly beautiful.” You blushed and looked away for a small second to remain somewhat composed. Leon always had a snack for leaving your cheeks (and other things wink wink) red. “You have some weird taste Kennedy.” You joked and he put his hands on your hips to drag you back in his embrace. The feeling of his pelvis against yours made you slightly shiver and he noticed. “I missed your touch too.” He seductively whispered, as he softly pressed your body even more against his. “Is that why you’re here?” You smirked and Leon took a long second before answering. “ Why else would I be here?”

You felt a tension in your lower area, like a knot or some bubble of burning liquid forming inside of you. You couldn’t be already wet for him, could you? Leon tugged a strand of your hair that had escaped your messy ponytail behind your ear and you lost yourself in his eyes for what seemed to be one hell of long time. Unconsciously, you welcomed his hand by pressing your cheek against his warm palm. His skin felt so good against yours, so reassuring, so … perfect. You briefly closed your eyes and he brushed your cheek with his thumb. The caress made you jolt and shiver at the same time. You were not used to this sort of affection coming from him but at the same time it strangely felt … right? You cleared your throat and stepped back a little. You shouldn’t be doing this. “ You’re okay?” “Yeah … I guess I’m just very touch-starved.” You confessed and Leon’s thumb went to touch your lips, parting them delicately in a way that left you dazed and confused at the same time. “Yeah?” He gave a proud and joyful smile that made you melt even more and you nodded. “Welcome to the club, doll. We’re open all night.” He declared softly with hungry eyes as he removed his hand, leaving almost a cold sensation on your face that made you instinctively cradle against him. “ Good.” You looked up at him, at his eyes, at his pink lips. “Your place?”

Needless to say, you both couldn’t wait to reach his place. And the second you got into his car, away from the sight of possible prying eyes, both your bodies stopped responding to reason (that seemed to always magically disappear when you were together) and you just straddled Leon’s laps. “Here? You’re sure?” He asked as he watched you struggling with the buttons of his jeans. “I’m sure.” You said as you clumsily slid down his jeans and boxers with frantic hands, already grinding furiously against him. “Brings back memory.” He had a small chuckle before a loud moan took him by surprise and escaped his lips. His head slammed against the headrest and he peeped down at your hand around his hot shaft. “Damn, Y/N. I missed you so much.” His sudden husky voice made you tremble against him and you brought yourself closer to him to graze your teeth against his perfect jaw. The perfume of his skin and the sensation of his stubble against your lips felt like heaven. “I missed you too, baby.” You whispered before licking his jaw line with the tip of your tongue. Leon’s eyes darted back at you, happy, hungry and yet confused and he knotted his fingers in your soft hair to pull your head back and look at your face. He didn’t say a word. Nothing. He just stared and you stared back and somehow that was enough to know what you wanted. Each other.

You never had such intimate sex in a car (or anywhere else to be honest), never welcomed anyone else’s touch like you welcomed Leon’s even when your head ridiculously bumped against the ceiling or when your back slammed hard against the honk (which almost alerted a family of five walking nearby btw). Was this weird hunger the consequence of an entire month without that agent’s wonderful cock? That’s what your silly brain tried to make you believe. After all, this reason was possibly less scary than the truth.

Your body pressed against the door to Leon’s apartment as he blindly tried to open it, his face buried in your décolletage, his lips trying to reach what was hidden underneath your bra. He was so hungry and yet so clumsy at the same time. And while this sort of reaction would have normally wearied you had it been someone else instead of Leon, it made you laugh. “ Leon.” You giggled his name and he pulled down your t-shirt along with your bra cup to reveal your breasts, definitely glad to find the precious things he was eagerly looking for. Two very hard nipples. “What’s gotten into you?” “ I need you. Again.” He confessed as he sucked on one of your rosy bud. “I fucking need you.” “ In the corridor?” You joked but he didn’t listen and continued his loving ministrations. “Hey!” You gently pushed him back and made him look at you. His eyes were strangely dark and were covered by his dishevelled hair that you tried to brush away. Damn he looked hot. “Let’s get inside, okay?” You nodded and so did he.

The door opened and you put your bag on the floor before turning back to stare at Leon. “Look, I know you can’t have enough of me and honestly I can’t blame you but do you mind if I have a quick shower? I feel dirty and … sticky.” You winked and he smirked. “I wonder why.” You bit your lips and were left somewhat surprised when he didn’t offer his company in the shower. “You know the way. I’ll open a bottle of wine. Do you want to order something? Lebanese food? Sushis?” “ Nevermind. For as long as I eat. I’m starving… though not as much as you.” You smirked and played with your eyebrows to accentuate what you truly meant. “ Don’t tempt me to come eat you up in that bathroom.” Leon threatened as he held your hand to keep you with him a little longer even though you were trying to escape him, for the sake of teasing him a little of course. “ Trust me Kennedy, I’m more eatable when I’m all clean and fresh. Unless you want to taste what you left down here.” You winked at him as you bit your lips again, your hand sliding towards your (cum filled ;-) ) pussy. “Fuck. Get away!” He almost shouted and laughed as he let go of you. You smiled brightly. You had exasperated him once again. But he loved it.

“Leon! Can you pass me my bag? I’ve forgotten it in the hall!” You shouted from the bathroom as you slightly opened the door but heard no answer. “Leon?” You called again, in vain. He was certainly watching TV judging by the noise coming from the living room. You stepped out of the room in a thick cloud of hot steam, naked, dripping and wrapped in a soft towel only to find Leon sitting on the couch, silent and visibly lost in his thoughts. “Hey, didn’t you hear me?” You tiptoed towards him (not because you wanted to look cartoonish but because the damn floor was cold as hell against the skin of your feet) in order to drag him out of his thoughts. But once near him you noticed the bottle of whisky on the coffee table. Half empty. Oh Leon. “Leon?” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. His body was tensed and burning up. You could feel it on your palm. Your touch barely surprised him. In fact it didn’t make him jump, just slightly tremble as if he knew you had been here all along waiting. Without saying a word, he grabbed your comforting hand to bring your body closer to him, close enough for him to bury his face in your belly and hold you tight against him. You stiffened, not understanding this sudden desperate embrace. The way he was clinging to you, like a scared little animal to his mother was not only confusing but also weirdly heart breaking. He was fine a few minutes ago. “ What’s happening?” You caressed his hair to encourage him to talk but he didn’t say a word and for a second you thought you heard a muffled sob.

You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what was wrong with him. You had never seen him like this, never seen him so broken and so vulnerable. Was it the alcohol? Was he one of those drinkers who turned sad after too many glasses? No, not even the strongest liquors could make you look so miserable. You waited patiently for him to talk, keeping him safe against you; your hand still weaved in his hair. The silence was heavy and it was killing you and behind you, the news channel was babbling something you started paying attention to only when you started feeling a certain discomfort (?) invading your whole body. “As we said earlier, Tom. Today’s mark the 23rd anniversary of the Raccoon City Incident that resulted in the death of more than 100,000 inhabitants on …” You glanced briefly at the screen behind you, horrified and angry at yourself, and then looked down at Leon again. How could you have forgotten about this? “Hey. You’re okay. You’re okay.” You bent to hug him, burying your nose in his soft hair. You felt him dig his nails hard into your skin and almost crush your ribs with his arms in a desperate embrace. “I’m sorry. I thought I could forget for one night. I thought—“ He mumbled and you forced him to look at you. He was not crying but you could read the pain on his face, the sorrow and the grief. He was on the verge of bursting. “I thought you could … make me forget for one night. You always do.” Despite being a tough agent, not casually letting sensitivity get the better of you, your heart broke at Leon’s honest confession. “I still can.” You whispered. “Just tell me how.”

Leon didn’t say a word. Instead he pushed himself back against the backrest of the couch to sit down comfortably and grabbed your hips to make you straddle his thighs. The blueness of his eyes was blurred, almost cloudy and frankly, he looked like a fucking mess. He clearly wasn’t his usual self. The result of alcohol and trauma, without a doubt. But you let him handle you like a doll, hoping that indulging his needs would make him feel a little better. You didn’t react when he removed your towel and threw it on the floor or when he gripped you hair and pushed your chest against his face. “Just make me forget.” He begged as he sighed between your breasts. Goodness, he really reeked of whisky. You pressed your forehead against his and started moving slowly along his muscular thighs. But this sensual undulation, normally very arousing for the both of you, left you frigid and stoic. It was because of Leon’s eyes. They were so broken, staring at you with endless sadness. And you couldn’t take it. You tried to look away, tried to focus on something else, on the friction against your womanhood, Leon’s hands caressing the wet soft skin of your back. But nothing worked. You didn’t want sex right now. You couldn’t want sex. You couldn’t want him, not like that. And so a few minutes later, when you finally faced the facts (that you definitely won’t be able to get aroused in such situation), you just grabbed the bottle of fancy whisky from the coffee table, defeated and desperate, and drank a few big mouthfuls of the strong amber liquid to help you relax. It tingled your tongue and your throat and left an unpleasant taste in your mouth that made you grimace. That was nothing like the sugary rum you had drunk on the plane and – judging by how exhausted you were - your head would definitely hurt in the morning (hello hangover my old friend!) but hopefully it would be worth it. It had to. You shifted on Leon’s laps to place the bottle back on the table but Leon carelessly took it from you to empty the rest of the whisky in one single go. You frowned, powerless and unsure of what to do and watched the bottle fall onto the floor, smash into pieces and scatter on the cold tiles like sharp confetti. “One down.” Leon said, sadly, before pushing you gently off his lap to get up. You observed him stagger in silence. You had never seen him that drunk before. It was … almost scary. “Where are you going?” You asked, worried. “Grab a new bottle.” He declared, trying to keep a certain balance as he difficultly walked towards the kitchen. Damn it! You jumped from the couch and ran to him, not caring about your nudity or the pieces of shattered glass on the floor, just caring about him. “No, you’re not.” You stopped him, placing your hands on his arms. “This is not what you need. We are … going to sleep, together, okay. And tomorrow all this will just be a painful memory and you’ll feel better.” “I’ll never feel better, Y/N.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply and you wondered for a second what awful things were simmering inside his head right now. “Believe me, I know. I’ve been trying to feel better for years and somehow I always end up feeling worse.” “I know it’s hard. But you’re a fighter, Leon. You’ll get through this. Tonight. Tomorrow night. I’ll help you.” You cupped his face between you hands. You wanted him to believe you. “I’ll be there for you. That’s what … friends are for.” “Friends.” He chuckled as if he wanted to mock you. Maybe that was his goal. “We’re not friends, Y/N. Since when do you fuck your friends?” The words hurt. Nothing more. Nothing less. For reasons you didn’t want to focus on right now. “This is what we agreed.” Sex friends. Sex and friendship. Wasn’t it the deal? Wasn’t it what you asked of him? Fuck! You couldn’t remember. Damn whisky already messing up with your tired head. “Well, it was either that or nothing.” “What do you mean?” “I mean

that I can’t stand your fucking rules anymore! They’re pointless!” He shouted but you stayed still, ready to let him vent and to accept the atrocities he might want to say to you. At least he wasn’t thinking about Raccoon City anymore. And that was a good thing, right? “We’ve already broken half of them and honestly we’ve already started breaking a new one. What is this night if not a fucking date?” “It’s not.” You shook your head. That was just one heated reunion going wrong. Though the prospect of having sex and Lebanese food on the couch had probably made everything sound like a damn date in the first place now that you were thinking about it. “It is. You’re just having the biggest denial.” You suddenly felt really vulnerable and being naked wasn’t helping. Leon was yelling at you like an angry teacher … or worse, a boyfriend and you didn’t know what to do with yourself except covering your most intimate areas as if you were ashamed. “You call me ‘baby’, Y/N. I touch you in ways your stupid rules say I should not touch you. And each time I’m that close to your lips, I want to kiss you. Fuck! Even when I’m not close to your lips I want to kiss you. I want to kiss all the time.” “Do it.” Your mouth moved faster than your brain and the words came out raw and honest. But did you regret them? Certainly not. This was what you wanted and what you never found the courage to ask despite your boldness. Fuck your rules! “What?” Leon’s tone suddenly calmed down to reflect his sudden bewilderment. And to be honest, you were sure you would have been as astonished as him if you hadn’t had those disgusting mouthfuls of whisky. “You heard me. Kiss me.” You stepped forward to get closer to him and gazed at him straight in his blue eyes, your self-confidence radiating in your look and in your demeanour. “Do it--” Your hand cupped his cheek, then his jaw to reach his burning neck to make him bend towards you. Leon lowered his head and you felt and smelled his hot breath on your lips. It smelled like whisky but you were too hypnotized to find it repulsive. “—Now.” You whispered.

His lips brushed yours, barely, softly, making you shivering and gasp against him. The sensation, so chaste and delicate yet tingling, was like no other. And when you thought it couldn’t be more overwhelming than it already was, Leon pressed his warm soft lips against yours to claim that long-awaited kiss and you felt all your limbs tremble hard. The tingle became electricity and you weaved your fingers in his hair the same way he firmly pressed your naked body against his. Desperate for more. When your lips finished discovering each other like two shy children, they became more adventurous. And what was chaste and delicate became passionate and hungry. They started dancing together. A burning tango where they took the lead in turns until both your tongues felt the need to join. And it was amazing. So burning, so hot you melted against Leon and soon felt your legs unable to carry you. “You have no idea how much I wanted this.” Leon said in a whisper. And you looked at him, suddenly very breathless and dizzy. Alcohol and thrill never were a good match but somehow you felt so well, so relaxed, like in a perfect little bubble of warmth or on cloud nine where no harm and no problem could come to you. And you didn’t want to leave either of them just yet. You caught Leon’s lips again, more eager than before and perhaps rougher than intended, as if not feeling them for a couple of seconds had somehow made you miss them. And when a guttural moan tried to escape his mouth, you nestled yourself even more against him and gripped his hair harder. This kiss was a perpetual and never-ending crescendo. And everything inside you seemed to only want one thing. More of Leon’s lips. More of his touch. More of him.

“Leon” You begged in a whisper and before you could even realise what was going on, you were pushed against the wall behind you, a leg around Leon’s waist, demanding what you craved so badly. More of Leon’s lips. More of his touch. More of him. You could feel the warmth of a hot breath, a wetness dripping between your legs and a tingle running down your skin but the sensations were a complete blur and despite your efforts, you weren’t able to know if they were coming from you or from Leon. “You drive me crazy.” Was that your voice or his? You tried to find an answer for a brief second and then you stopped caring. It did not matter. “Please, fuck me.” That was you. It was too crude to be Leon. You vaguely heard the jingling of a belt, Leon’s belt most certainly, since you were still very much naked and then, you sensed his hard warm cock brushing against your humid entrance. You guided it inside of you with a hand that was more instinctive than controlled and moaned loudly and you felt it bottom you out in a single smooth push. It was intense. But at the same time very confusing. Like nothing you had ever had before. You couldn’t seem to process your feelings as if your brain had paused on one sensation that felt too ethereal to be real. There was just you and Leon, together, in an intimate embrace. And deep down, you knew you couldn’t just blame the alcohol you had had … when exactly? “ I think I’m gonna cum, baby” “ Please not now, Leon. I want you more.”

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“I was drunk.” You spit as you glare at Leon to justify last night’s inappropriate intimacy. “So were you. We weren’t ourselves.” “I beg to disagree.” You grimace, exasperate before looking at the buttons of the elevator, tempted to push one. It’s perhaps your only escape from this conversation. “This is getting too far, Leon.” “What’s getting too far?” “Us. This.” You sigh deeply and he frowned, half confused, half angry (?). You can’t really tell. “This is not what we signed for.” Or maybe he’s just weary. Either way, you completely understand. You’re feeling the same thing about yourself too. “Can you stop talking as if our relationship is a contract for a second?” He demands with a tone that makes you think you’re right about the confused/ angry/ weary thing. You shiver at his words nevertheless. “Oh my god! There are so many wrong things in that sentence, Leon.” “ What? You don’t like the word ‘relationship’?” “No! Cause we are NOT in a relationship. We are sex friends. Friends who have sex. And yes this includes a contract. A contract made of rules you agreed to follow and that we have breached way too many times.” “ That contract is stupid.” He retorts. “ But we need it!” You harrumph, frustrated and, let’s say it, annoyed by the turning of this conversation right now. You have the impression that everything you have built those past few months is slowly crumpling and slipping between your fingers like sand, that you’re losing control. And you hate it. “ Why? Why do we need it?” He asks but no sound comes out of your mouth. “Or better question, why do we have to be sex friends when clearly it has never really worked for either of us.” “It worked at the beginning.” You reply, trying to make abstractions of all the times it hasn’t. “For you maybe. But not for me. I’ve never basked in that sex-friends shit, Y/N. I don’t even think I even considered myself your sex-friend even once.” “Leon.” How could he say things like that? How could he ruin everything like that? “And that’s not what I can be. Especially not after last night.” “So what? You want to be my boyfriend?” “Aren’t I already?” There’s a pregnant pause during which you just stare at each other. Leon full of maturity and ready to embrace a change in your relationship. And you, scared and ready to leave this place even if it means escape through the trap door of the elevator. “Alright! This needs to stop.” Your voice was fast and shaky, just like your heart beating hard inside your chest. And your words were far from being thoughtful. “ Yes, we need to stop this denial.” “ No!” You shake your head. “WE need to stop! Now! No more sex! No more friendship! No more anything! It’s over.”

Everyone gets dumped at some point in their life. Whether you are a hopeless-romantic agent with a foot blocking elevator doors or a young woman terrified by commitment. The only difference is how you get dumped. But can you talk about “getting dumped” when you say you were not in a relationship in the first place?

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #resident evil #resident evil fanfic #the four commandments for being s*x friends

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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What The Evans Are Like With Kids

This post pairs nicely with savanionie blanque Sauvignon Blanc, and even nicer with my existing post, What Would Evans Call Their Kids? It’s a very old post of mine so it’s short and not very detailed, but sweet nevertheless.

This wasn’t requested but I thought it’d be a cute idea, having baby fever recently :) This is my first time writing for Pietro so feel free to tell me if you hated it and I should never write for him again, still figuring things out!

Enjoy! <3

Tate Langdon

-A big kid himself

-Finds things in common with them

-Always answers the toy phone when given

-Whenever you go to the park or beach together, he loves looking at kids play

-Might even help a kid build a sandcastle

-But also would be upset if the kid build a better sandcastle than him

-The type of person to pull faces at a baby if they’re in front of you at a queue

His kids -Always cuddling and kissing them, kind of needy -Absolutely always wanting to hold his kids’ hand -Tells them he loves them on a daily -Loves taking care of his kids, giving them baths or feeding them -Will complain to them about how stinky they are if he changes a diaper -Loves laying with his face on/against your belly when you’re pregnant -Because he’s so insecure, he’d hate for his kids to be insecure too so he tells them any chance he gets that they are incredible, unique, and can achieve anything

Kit Walker

-Holds their hands and spins them around

-Picks them up and throws them all the time

-Ruffles the kids’ hair

-If you go over to a friend’s house who has kids, he doesn’t mind if the kid wants to follow him around

-Kids overall love Kit, because he’s a big kid himself

His kids -Overall, the best dad ever -Cuddles them every night before bed -On a regular, he gets them ready for bed in pyjamas with teeth brushed, and then holds them on his lap on the sofa until they fall asleep, before carrying them to their own bed -The kids come crawl in bed with you and Kit in the mornings -Loves dancing and singing and being active with his kids -The most loving and protective dad ever if the kids are sick -Will drive or walk in the storm hail and snow to get your kids medicine if they need it, or even McDonalds to cheer them up

Franken Kyle

-Doesn’t like sharing his things

-Isn’t particularly patient either

-Not that bad at playing with kids every so often, but can’t take care of them since he’s a kid himself

-Silently sits with the kid of your friend and plays trains with them, making little choo choos together

-However, if the kid just gets up and walks away, Kyle will stay and play by himself fine

His kids -If you were to have kids with Franken Kyle, you would have to accept that Kyle wouldn’t be much of a help -Kyle in himself is a big toddler who has to be taken care of -You were especially scared of Kyle being aggressive and flip out around the child or that he would accidentally hurt them -But when you were giving birth (in the academy, because you couldn’t make it to the hospital since Kyle can’t drive and you’re in labour), Kyle was actually helpful -He may have not completely understood what was happening or why you were screaming and crying, but he knew you were in pain and he didn’t like it -He held your hand and stroked your hair through the whole labour, whether you wanted it or not -You held the baby first and Kyle sat by your side and just looked at them, intrigued but slightly confused -Overtime he warmed up to the baby and helped you whenever he could, going downstairs to get a bottle for you, picking up toys after the baby, eventually learning how to change a diaper with you or bottle feed them -If you breast feed, Kyle definitely wants a sippy sip too -They’re his boobs, he cannot understand why he can’t get a sippy sip of your milk -Eventually you sat him down very carefully and calmly, and got him to hold the baby -Once he starts holding and carrying the baby, you’ll have to pry that cuddle buddy out of Kyle’s hands

Jimmy Darling

-When there’s kids at the circus, he asks them if they’re strong enough to pull his fingers apart

-Picks them up and throws them up in the air just to see their parents be scared

-Never wants to scare or intimidate children, so he’ll squat when talking to them

-Will avoid showing his hands if he can, to make sure they don’t get scared

-Loves to show kids magic tricks

-Probably has sweets in his pocket just in case a kid comes to the circus

His kids -When you’re pregnant, even if you sneeze, Jimmy is full alert -Nervous as hell when you’re giving birth -Scared for you, the baby, and the baby’s hands -Relieved if they have normal hands -Apologises to you if they don’t, so you have to console him and tell him how much you love his hands regardless -Incredibly protective of his kids, wouldn’t let anybody make them feel inferior for anything different about them -His kids would be athletic like he was when he was a child -Would cling onto his leg and he’d walk around with them, pretending he’s looking for them and doesn’t see them -Puts them on his shoulders and runs around so they feel tall -But holds them extra tight -Makes lots of dad jokes and laughs at them, making his kids groan

James March

-Doesn’t really have a ‘baby voice’

-Occasionally looks after Holden or Scarlett, so they play card games and do more mature things together

-Uncle James has definitely taken Scarlett and Holden out trick or treating

His kids -Mine and James’ daughter is called April -No I do not take constructive criticism -I think he’d only want one child so they can be his whole world -Their designated place is on his hip -That type of stereotypical dad who doesn’t let his little girl near any boys whatsoever -Kills the boy who takes his teen daughter’s virginity -Reads with his kids a lot -Has dinner with them and talks to them about all sorts of things -Wants them to be wise and inquisitive -Their birthday parties take up the whole hotel

Edward Mott

-Utterly disgusted at children

-Doesn’t want them

-Doesn’t want them in his house

-Doesn’t want them near him or his incredible and sophisticated art

Kai Anderson

-Treats them like small people, so he will not talk to any child in a baby voice, though he will alter his voice a little bit and use words they can understand

-Prefers 4+ year olds so you can have an actual conversation with them

-He’d never sit and talk about how cute a baby is, but does find them very cute

-Think about when he quoted Tolstoy and Oz thought he said Toy Story, he exhaled and clearly found it cute

His kids -Likes watching Disney films and then talking to his kid about it, curious to know which character they liked, what they should’ve done instead etc -Like being sporty with his kids -In a lot of ways, he would treat his girls similarly to the way he’d treat his sons, because he’d want his girls to be strong and manly in a way -All play football together -When playing games, Kai would never let his kids win on purpose -Definitely teaches his kids how to play chess -Incredibly strict -Lies to his kids a lot and makes sure they think that everything that Kai says is the holy grail -Makes up stories and reasons as to why they have to do what he says - “Daddy why do I have to go to bed alreadyyy?” “Because it’s 8pm” “Sooooo” “Didn’t you know? It’s illegal for people under 15 to stay up past 8pm, let’s get you in pyjamas before the police comes” -Might even call Samuels to make his point stronger -The kids always fall asleep before 8 -Kai’s Preganant S/O Headcannons

Pietro

-Similarly to Kit, he likes kids and kids like him

-Probably because they’re both big kids

-Teaches them swear words and helps them to cause mischief

-Fun uncle obviously

His kids -He was probably a little scared about having a baby, but got more and more excited over time -Talks to the baby all the time and has lots of little nicknames for them -Wants them to walk ASAP -Once they’re not a newborn anymore, takes them everywhere with him -Very specific but, whenever he’s walking down the street with them, holds their hand as they walk on a wall -They’re his new little best friend so he wants to do everything with them -They help pack their own lunch and he gives them twinkies and other things they shouldn’t eat

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musedriven · 29 days

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pokemon personality quiz

stolen from ; @dnangelic

#;; hi my name is melpomene ( ooc )#;; satoshi // the one thing in this world that truly ever gave me joy. ( aes )#;; krad // your wish can never come true. ( aes )#.... my children. my poor sad isolated children #;; away causing mischief ( queue )

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frostbitfun · 4 years

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@fiiimbulvetr ❅

❅— “ your majesty, “ he greeted with a frost flourished bow. a playful laugh upon his lips as he came to sit upon the closest surface, keeping himself out from underfoot from any wanderer not as open to spirits such as himself. “ i’ve only met one royal before, so if I do something wrong you gotta tell me because the royal i know is... not as big on the whole ‘high society’ thing. she’s the best... “

#fiiimbulvetr #v; i'm a guardian! ( MAIN )#;; away causing mischief. ( QUEUE )#jack va; have you met toothiana i love her that's my girlfriend

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maximoff-pan · 3 years

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carnival fun | steve rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Steve, and Bucky hang out at an annual Brooklyn carnival and Steve tries to win you over with a token of his affections, but it doesn’t go exactly as planned (queue the teddy bear :)) - btw this is set in the 1940s so y’all get some 40s pre-serum steve

Word Count: 900+

Prompt: Winning a teddy for the other (flufftober day 1)

A/n: I feel like this is some of my worst writing and I know this should’ve been the first flufftober post based on the days listed, (I’m sorry haha) but for some reason, I had a really hard time writing this one. I’m just not as comfortable writing Steve’s character as I am writing many of the others I write for, and sometimes I feel like I just can’t get his characterization down. So that’s probably why it’s a little short, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

find the flufftober masterlist here

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Your eyes dart widely at all the attractions before you, your body gliding through the crowd of people. Moving swiftly, picking up the pace a little, you spot Bucky and Steve standing in the distance.

You watch as Steve catches a glance of you, his right arm shooting into the air to wave you over. Your smile only grows as you get closer, finally reaching your best friends.

Bucky is leaning against a food stand, cotton candy gripped tightly in his hand. He scowls as you swipe a piece of the glorified pink sugar and pop it into your mouth. “Nice of you to finally join us.” He jokes with a hint of annoyance…..but it’s a hint that Bucky would never admit is there.

“Of course!” Your face beams with mischief. “Couldn’t leave my two favourite people hanging, now could I?”

Steve’s lips turn up in amusement, watching as Bucky swats your hand away from going for more of his cotton candy. “Ah ah ah.” He chides. “Paws off doll.”

Groaning, you pout at him. “Come on Buck! It’s only a little.”

He shakes his head dismissively, but this time his face wears a smirk. “If you want some so badly, Steve here will buy it for you.”

“S’right,” the blonde chimes. “We can head over to the stand and pick some up!”

That’s the first time you’ve heard Steve speak today, and it causes your chest to flutter. He’s always been so considerate, albeit a little unable to discern Bucky’s sarcasm at times.

“We’re only kidding Stevie. You don’t have to do that. Besides, if anyone owes me, it’s Buck, what with me talking him up to all those cute birds he’s after.”

Bucky let’s out a cough and something that sounds along the lines of ‘yeah right,’ only furthering your amusement.

“But I want to.” He says with a gentle smile, instinctively reaching for your hand. And as soon as he’s done it, he pulls his hand back, ducking his head, feeling his cheeks warm.

He mumbles out a quiet apology and you send him a soft smile as your eyes meet, wordlessly telling him that it’s okay. You reach for his hand again, gently pulling him towards the cotton candy stand.

With you slightly in front, Steve gets to simply watch you. Your face is lit up by the vibrancy around you, the laughter of children echoing in his ears. Suddenly, Steve is very aware of the feeling of your hand grasping his, it sending sparks throughout him. He begins to let his mind wander, is this what it would be like to be yours? To be more than just best friends?

“That’ll be twenty five cents.” Steve’s thoughts are interrupted when you nudge his arm and point towards the man at the stand.

“Sorry.” He coughs, slipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve the money.

“S’alright.” The man responds, taking the coins from Steve. “Here you are young lady!”

“Thank you sir.” You nod your head with a bright smile. With your cotton candy in one hand, and Steve’s hand in the other, you tug him towards another stand.

“Here.” You pass him the treat as you make your way to the stand.

Steve doesn’t know whether to follow you or not, so he chooses to stand where he is, watching you from a slight distance. “What are you doing?” He calls.

You throw your head back to reply, “Wait there. You’ll see!”

But Steve quickly realizes that he can’t see, the bodies of several others blocking his eyeline. He stares at the cotton candy for a moment, taking a piece of it and letting it melt in his mouth.

He allows his thoughts to drift back to you, the sounds around him becoming like radio static. What could you possibly be doing? And why isn’t he allowed to see it?

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, and he almost doesn’t care to know. But within what feels like a few minutes, you come pushing through the crowd with something plush in your arms.

“A teddy bear?” Steve laughs.

“Mhm.” You hum. “I won it for you!”

“For me?” He questions in slight shock.

You send him a quizzical look, tilting your head to the right. “Yes you,” you pause for a moment, “who else would it be for?”

Steve ponders it for a second and shrugs when he can’t find a good enough answer. “Why me?”

“Because I love you.” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in your defence, it’s not like you don’t tell him and Bucky that almost everyday. “And as a thank you for the cotton candy.”

With less hesitance from before, now holding the stuffed bear in his left arm, he reaches for your hand, grasping it lightly. You turn your head up to smile at him and he smiles back, both your hearts racing with sheer delight.

“You know I love you too right?” Steve asks. “Even if I don’t say it as often as I should.”

You lean into him further. “I know.” You respond, your voice sweet and soft. “You may not tell me everyday, but you do show me.”

A silence falls between you as you keep walking hand in hand. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s a silence that feels like a warm blanket, it feels safe.

And as Bucky dances with a girl he’s already forgotten the name of, he spots his two best friends happily together. Smiling he thinks with a hint of jealousy, that’s what love looks like. But it’s a hint Bucky would never admit is there.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #gias flufftober

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grasshopperjay · 3 years

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lost in your current

evermore series | track 1: willow

wait for the signal and i’ll meet you after dark. show me the places where the others gave you scars.

pairing: jay halstead x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, little bit of angst, mentions of guns, mentions of violence, jay whump, bruises, little bit of steam

Six months ago you never would have thought yourself in this position.

You’re watching Jay walk out of Molly’s, mischief all over that grin of his. People try to pull him back, but he’s resisting, trying to say his farewells as quick as possible.

He’s getting strange glances as he finally makes it out the exit, and you can’t help but smile.

“What’s got him out of here so fast?” Kim questions, and you just shrug, pretending to be clueless, but really, you’re far from it. Your phone is clutched tightly in your hand, all you’re waiting for is his text so you can follow suit.

You fake a yawn and lie about how you’re starting to get tired, swirling the little bit of vodka cran you have left in your glass. Kim rolls her eyes but you just laugh, butterflies starting to erupt in your stomach in anticipation.

When you feel your phone vibrate you down what’s left of your drink and stand. Kim is first to protest and all you can do is laugh, shrugging while you grab your things. You’re wondering how no one has noticed, the two of you haven’t really been all that careful.

Kim puts up minimal fight, rolling her eyes and whacking your bum as you pass on the way out. You poke her hip in return, unable to keep your smile from growing as you step out of Molly’s.

You walk the block over and then finally Jay’s truck is in sight. He’s leaning against the passenger side door, grinning as you get closer.

“Hey stranger,” You say. Jay doesn’t even respond, he just latches on, hands grabbing onto your waist the second you’re in reach.

You chuckle lightly, your palms sliding up and around his neck to return his hug. He releases a content sigh in response and all you can do is laugh more as he squeezes you even tighter.

“You smell nice,” He whispers, and you try to lean back but he leans forward to close the space almost instinctively, like he’s starved for touch.

“What’s gotten into you?” You grin, and one of your hands comes up to rest at the nape of his neck, as if to hold him there so you can get a look at his face. Jay could insist nothing is wrong all he wanted, but you know, he knows, his face can’t hide anything from you. “Tough day?” You ask, concern overpowering the humor in your tone now.

His eyebrows furrow a little but he stills shakes his head, trying to deny it, and that’s the giveaway.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You murmur, and once again he shakes his head.

You wish he wasn’t so dismissive with his feelings sometimes, but you know you can’t fault him for it. It was taught, carved into him like a brand. That stoic nature, the instinct to push away every emotion, it’s a soldier thing.

You know you can’t push him though, as much as you want to. It’ll come out soon enough, so you just nod, trusting that he’ll work it out on his own.

“I just want you.” He whispers, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. His hands slide down to your hips, ghosting around to the back and you almost feel the smirk growing on his face.

“Detective...” You start, “I’m not sure this pat down is necessary. What are the grounds?”

He chokes back a laugh, giving your bum a squeeze before he kisses you.

He opens the back door of his truck, and you give him a look, which he returns with a wink. “You’re not even gonna take me home first, Halstead?”

“Round one here, cause I can’t wait,” He starts, lifting you into the backseat. “And round two, three, four and five at home.”

“Ambitious,” You return, pushing yourself further back into his truck. He follows, barely shutting the door before he’s pulling you onto his lap.

He kisses you hard, his grip on your waist tight as he tugs you further into his body, trying to get you as close and possible. Your hands wander down, pressing firmly against his torso to feel the ridges of his abs under your palm, but when he freezes, and sucks in a breath against your lips, you pull back immediately.

He winces, queueing a curious look from you. Jay gives you a look you’ve seen all too many times, one that says, ‘it’s nothing’, but you shake your head. Despite his reluctance to actually tell you, he lets you lift his shirt over his head.

When you finally see what he’s hiding, you lift a hand to your mouth to hide your gasp. His torso is basically one big bruise, leading to a dense purple spot right below his left pec.

You place a hand timidly over the area, eyes wide with shock and fear, although you can’t decide which is more prominent.

“Did you-,” You’re unable to finish your sentence, even the thought of what you’re pretty sure happened scaring you beyond words.

He was shot.

“It didn’t go through,” He reassures you. “It didn’t go through. I had my vest.” He takes your hand, raising it to his mouth where he places a kiss on your palm. “I’m okay.”

Lie.

“That’s so close to your heart. That could have killed you Jay.”

“But it didn’t.”

That doesn’t make you feel any better though.

“Neither did this one.” Now he places your palm over his left shoulder, where there’s a clear scar from where he was shot before.

You didn’t know him then, and thank god because you’re already this tousled over a shot to the vest, a real hit would be immeasurably painful for not just him. You had met Jay shortly after it happened, and it took maybe a half hour for you to fall head over heals for him. He was way too charming, and sweet, and he was pretty much everything you’d been looking for.

Or so you thought.

It was well into your secret relationship that you saw the effects of his tours, and even his job now. There was obviously some psychological damage, but he refused to talk about it, and you never felt like you were enough of a constant in his life to push.

You’ve kept everything a secret for so long, that even now in this moment you’re not sure if you have the right to push, but you don’t care. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” You demand. “You have to let it out, Jay.”

“I need to digest it first.” He argues, and you can see the pain behind his eyes, you’re pretty sure it mirrors your own. You’re being pushed away again. You start to try and move off of him, but he grabs your forearms, holding you still while he tries to meet your gaze. “But when I’m ready, you’re the only person I wanna talk to, okay?” You nod with a sigh, and he kisses your cheek. “I just need a day or two.”

You press your forehead to his, accepting his answer because it’s further than you’ve ever gotten before. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted but it’s progress.

Your eyes ghost over the scar on his shoulder, and you run your fingers over it, feeling the slight ridge in the skin. “Who did this to you?”

When he chuckles, you lift your head, no hint of a smile on your face. “I’m serious. I’ll hurt them.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” You respond, trying to sound tougher than you actually are, and Jay just grins, his hands rubbing up and down on your thighs. “Gotta protect my man,”

The smile that he gives you in return quite literally melts your insides. He pulls you in for another kiss, and your gravest suspicions are confirmed.

This is an open shut case.

You’re completely in love with Jay Halstead.

But you can tell him that later, right now you’re all in on the way his hands are ghosting up your sides, slowly taking your tank top with them. Your hands drift to his belt, and then you’re stopped in your tracks by 3 loud bangs on the window.

Adam is jumping all over the sidewalk, laughing hysterically as Kevin cups his hands over his eyes to get a good look in the truck. You can hear Kim howling as she says, “I knew it!”

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#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer imagine #jesse lee soffer x reader #jesse lee soffer #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine

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canonconspiracy · 3 years

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Fool (Xerxes Break x Fem!Reader)

Fandom: Pandora Hearts

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Xerxes Break x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A little angst/comfort, and this is another ooooooold one. I love Pandora Hearts, and have since I was about 13, but I don’t see myself making a full collection with this fandom, so this is simply a Tumblr Exclusive!

WC: 1371

"I suppose you enjoy being punished, eh, Break?" You questioned playfully as you sipped your tea thoughtfully, legs crossed as you sat merely a few feet away from the bleeding man. Once again, he had spoken wrongly, teased Lady Sharon, and wound up springing yet another leak of crimson. Your lips curled upwards into a smirk. It would have been a lie to say you had not enjoyed teasing the eccentric male.

"What ever would give you that impression, my lady?" Xerxes questioned, having woozy recovered, his body swaying the slightest bit as his lips still soured for a moment more. As if on queue, his lips curled back upwards, his crimson eye shifting to gaze upon you.

"Surely that you have yet to learn how to hold your tongue," you replied wryly, taking the last sip from your teacup before setting the empty cup upon the china plate.

"Shouldn't you be joining them?" Break jeered, plopping down upon the couch beside you as he rested his leg upon the arm of the chair, a rather peculiar way of sitting. His smirk had not faded as he continued on, his crimson gaze fixated upon you. "Surely you have some wisdom to share."

You rolled your eyes, your lips pursed as your gaze shifted to your lap, fingers now simply intertwined as they rested. "Why would I have wisdom with something so trivial as love, Break?" You questioned, your voice aloof as you brushed the man off. Though you could not stand the way your heart practically leapt in your chest, you buried the feeling deep inside of you, just as you always have. "I thought you knew me better than that, unless you've simply taken too many fans to the head."

"This candy says you're a liar," Break teased, taking a piece of candy from who knew where, dangling it in front of your face. He dangled the candy in front of you, though the mischief in his eyes made it clear no matter what way you responded, you would still have to watch the man eat the candy himself. "A pretty woman as yourself isn't dull to love."

"I'm also not dumb enough to fall for such a lure," you replied, before allowing a sigh to escape your lips. "Why do you care, anyhow? Wish to rid yourself of my taunting?"

"On the contrary, I happen to enjoy your company," he replied, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he leaned himself the slightest bit upon you. The candy lure that dangled in your face was quickly snatched, plastic torn away as he shoved the piece greedily into his mouth. "Suppose I've been curious. Do you fancy kelp head or something?"

You broke out into laughter at his musings, though you could not help the way you subconsciously leaned into the heat of the man lying upon you. "Kelp head, really?" You spoke through your laughter, a hand moving to your mouth as you did so. "I thought you were far more adept than that."

"You do fancy someone," he mused, nearly a sing-song tease as he giggled into his long, sloping sleeve. "Oh, my."

"Oh, you've found out my secret," you replied sarcastically. "What ever shall I do?"

"Simply impressed you have a heart is all," Break spoke wryly, taking another candy from his stash, before popping it into his mouth.

"You wound me," you replied, clearly sarcastically, though a little something flashed in your y/e/c eyes. Normally Xerxes's jests had never sunk into your heart, and yet, you found yourself having to force to keep a straight line upon your lips. After silence fell between the two of you, you pushed yourself to your feet, causing Xerxes to tumble back upon the couch. "I'm going to get some fresh air."

Xerxes watched you curiously, a frown making its way to his face as his crimson eye followed your frame to the balcony. For a moment, frowning lips pursed as he wondered over you, watching your figure intensely. With a sigh, he grabbed one of his candies, beginning to unroll the wrapper, before stopping.

The gentle breeze shifted through y/h/c locks, the vague scent of flowers filling your senses as you stood upon the balcony itself. Your arms folded over the chilled stone, y/e/c eyes shifting to the already starred sky. In your moment of silence, you bit your lip, though you would not allow your melancholic feelings to spill over y/e/c eyes.

You brought a hand up to your face, sliding it downwards in exasperation. This action hadn't been anything other than trying to psych yourself back into reality. As a contract owner, you knew Xerxes hadn't had a great deal of time left. Even so, you hated to admit that even if he had a day, a week, a month, you would do just about anything to spend it with him.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned upon your heel, nearly thirty minutes worth of musings passing by before you decided it was time to head back inside. As you turned about heel, though, you nearly walked right into Xerxes, his crimson gaze eyeing you curiously. Slender fingers rested upon your hips as you stumbled, catching you.

"I hadn't meant to startle you," he spoke with an amused chuckle, though there had been something nearly melancholic about his tone. "I came out here to check on you, Y/N/N. You're normally so thick skinned, and yet, I think I poked too hard."

Y/e/c eyes fell as you refused to meet his gaze, your heart tight in your chest. "You didn't do anything wrong, Break, don't worry about it," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You were painfully aware of the gentle touch upon your waist, something that swirled your mind further.

His lips dipped to a frown, something you had rarely seen since he had been taught to smile from Sharon's mother. Voice painfully serious, he quickly spat, "Don't lie to me. This isn't like you at all."

You sighed, before pursing your lips. His tone rattled you to your core, and you found yourself perplexed on what you should even do. "I suppose you're right," you replied finally, pushing yourself to meet his gaze. Your lips hadn't curled upwards, though you could feel your emotions pooling into your y/e/c eyes. "It's hard to reflect that our time is ticking away, and yet I'm too much of a fool to admit that I've fancied you since we met."

His crimson eye widened as he gazed upon you, his entire expression reflecting his dazed emotions. For a moment, the eccentric man was speechless, the grip from your waist falling as he stared. Without so much as a witty comeback slipping past his lips, the silence of the night engulfed the two of you.

Quickly taking the silence as rejection, you maneuvered past the snow white haired male, the built up pain pooling more into y/e/c eyes. As you strode past the man, you could feel your heart tighten further, biting your lip to attempt to quell yourself. Your strides came to a quick halt as you felt slender fingers grip at your wrist. Y/e/c eyes shifted back to the man, a few stray tears slipping past.

He took the opportunity of your stunned form to capture your lips with his own, the lingering taste of candy against them. His other arm moved around your waist, making haste to engulf your body in his own. Surprisingly trained lips moved against your own, as if he were attempting to call you upon a bluff.

After you registered what had been happening, you made haste to kiss back, melting into the man's arms. You melded lips with his, relishing in the sensation of electricity you could feel spark through your heart. Dizzied and hazed from sheer shock, you rested your head upon his chest as the two of you separated, both of your arms moving to wrap around him.

"You're been quite the fool, my love," he replied wryly, a chuckle escaping his lips. "But then again, so have I."

#xerxes break #xerxes break x reader #xerxes break oneshot #pandora hearts oneshot #xerxes x reader #break x reader #angst and comfort #hurt comfort

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