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Making wishes

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HAPPY (slightly belated) BIRTHDAY @cheollipop !!!!!! Nora I love you so so much, and when you asked me to do a lil birthday request for you I could not be more honoured. Thank you so much for existing, being the beautiful kind person that you are, thank you for sharing your art and your wonderful mind with all of us; I am wishing you happiness, love, health, luck, all the best and more <33 Smooches and huge hugs

🎂 pairing: bf!wooyoung x f!reader x best friend!seonghwa 🎂 genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship into a poly relationship 🎂 summary: making wishes on shooting stars, on burning candles, you wanted one thing to come true. seonghwa and wooyoung are more than willing to celebrate the birthday girl. 🎂 wordcount: 7.0k 🎂 warnings/tags: poly relationship formation, language, an interesting kind of birthday party, slight(?) woohwa - relationship is a product of FICTION and does not imply ANYTHING in reality, food/eating, birthday wishes, woo being a menace, stalling hwa, a lot of love and acceptance, questionably edited (in true bai fashion), first poly fic so... yes; lmk if anything else 🎂 a/n: wishing everyone love and kindness. happy birthday nora, ilysm and i hope you enjoy!

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🎂 nsfw tags: soft dom!hwa, switch!woo, sub leaning!reader, blowjobs (yes, in plural), the lightest bit of degradation (not towards reader), praise, petnames (love, sweet, pretty...), throatfucking, cum in mouth + swallow, eating out + fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), cum inside, threesome (why yes, two at the same time), soft aftercare, a lot of affection

“Hwa, do you know where-”

“Top cupboard on the far right. Behind the glass noodles packet. And no, not the blue packet. The one on the right. I told you it would be better to put it in a different cupboard.”

“... hey that’s… uh… okay… thanks.” you gave up quickly enough, fully aware that, no matter what retort you would make, Seonghwa was right. But he would never force you to change your habits and preferences even if he desperately wished so, because then who would ask him where the ingredients were in their own kitchen?

He knew you. Knew you better than you did. Seonghwa knew where you put things, knew what you truly meant when you spoke, knew how you felt depending on how you walked. Down to the tiniest tilt of your head or a raise of the eyebrow, he tried his best to read every nuance and learn every interpretation, and even after years of friendship, you were still his favourite story. If he could, he would never take his gaze off you, simply because in you he had found the tale that he always wanted to be part of.

As Seonghwa watched you reach for the bag of icing sugar - the product of you having forced your way into the preparations for your birthday after convincing him with your very best attempt at puppy eyes that you wanted to ‘share the burden’, he could not help but follow every movement. Biting his lower lip, Seonghwa desperately wished to lull his mind before it began to yell, though judging by the way his breath had gotten shallower as you lithely stretched towards the shelf, it was a bit too late for that, and instead he had to continue kicking himself. Over, and over, and over again. That he was stuck in the cliche scenario of being a lovesick best friend with no chance of ever even admitting his feelings.

It was easy to fall in love with you. So easy, in fact, that he had not noticed until it was far too late, and there was no room for you to hear his confessions. Frankly, had he been quicker on his internal uptake, Seonghwa had at least a year in his favour before the ‘official roadblock’ showed up. But no. Instead he had to be all blushes and smiles, trips to the Lego store and Star Wars movie marathons without any steps forward. Why? Because the last thing he wanted was to ever let you go. And to attempt to change things, even if Seonghwa desperately sought it, implied that the risk of you banishing him from your life would grow exponentially higher.

He could never see you as a stranger. As a daydream? Sure. As a fantasy? Undoubtedly. But as a passing face, a figure that would simply disappear from his heart and mind? After all that you had been through, the ups and downs, the trials and terrific successes, you were a permanent presence in his life. Perhaps even the epicentre of his musings, especially in the last few months. Because over this time, suddenly, he was not quite confident in his reasoning for your bashful smiles, the glimmer in your dazzling eyes, the lightness in your every step. Or at least, was not quite confident that it was ever him that caused you to act that way anymore. Seonghwa had grown too comfortable being around you but not with you, assuming that these two were the same thing. He had grown accustomed to kissing you on the cheek in greeting and in parting because that was ‘what friends did’, even though it was so far from the truth. Many times he had been questioned about your relationship, and he would simply brush it off. Apparently he did that too well. So well that you had been brushed away too and right into the arms of his own friend. Seonghwa, being the overly confident fool that he was, introduced you to Wooyoung, and watched as your acquaintanceship bloomed into friendship and soon enough into you calling that man your boyfriend. Your significant other. Any affectionate name or title that you would choose for him simply reminded Seonghwa that he had lost in the race to your heart. Nevertheless, his passions did not subside. He tried to extinguish them, tried to speak casually and behave cooly, but that only backfired when both you and Wooyoung only amplified your kindness, insisting that he needed to ‘be taken care of too’, and doting on him until all there was left for him to do was to admit to himself that he was deeply, unchangeably in love with you, and even the presence of a boyfriend could not deter him anymore. In fact, perhaps due to his close relationship with Wooyoung, he only felt that he would simply be a nice addition. Fit into your life like a puzzle piece, complementing both you and your boyfriend perfectly. He was perfectly aware that Wooyoung could satisfy you in ways that he couldn’t, but at the same time, Seonghwa knew you and Wooyoung, and thus could guess exactly how he could create the ideal harmony.

This was why he had jumped at the opportunity when you had messaged him with discussions for your birthday plans. You were never one to organise large gatherings, but even then the event turned into a family celebration to which Seonghwa was automatically invited. As such, when he heard that you wanted a more ‘intimate’ setting with just a couple of people and only your favourite things, his brain went into overdrive. A couple of people. As you had explicitly stated as soon as you invited him - you, him and Wooyoung: the most important people in your life, your past, present and future. The words had made his heart ache as he rapidly accepted the invitation and now found himself in the same kitchen as you and your boyfriend, feeling anything but like the odd one out, the third wheel.

It was in the lingering touches as you passed by him, the welcoming glances from Wooyoung as he would gingerly sidestep to get an item from another part of the kitchen, and some piece of information, a secret, strung tightly in the air right above his head and shooting between the two of you that resulted in what Seonghwa wanted to label as something reminiscent of smugness. Occasionally, you would look at Wooyoung and raise an eyebrow, as if you were waiting for some kind of instruction from him. This had led the latter to behave more freely, every bit a sly fox as he spoke in euphemisms, symbols and symphonies of comedic artistry that left Seonghwa baffled. Wooyoung’s attentiveness to the older man’s every reaction was astounding. From a light touch on the shoulder when they slumped as he was uneasy from a new mess made during cooking, or to a wink thrown in his direction as Wooyoung noticed him stiffen as you ambled past his form, hands on his waist to balance yourself as you squeezed between Seonghwa and the island counter.

A couple of hours later, in his peripherals unfolded the beginning of what he could only mark as a pivotal moment in his life. You called Wooyoung over casually, not giving a sign that there was anything particular that you wanted to ask, and how he embraced you, his chest pressed against your back only made Seonghwa want to sigh, wondering how it would be if he were to be able to do that limitlessly, instead of always worrying where his hands were, how long he should hold you, whether the action was making you uncomfortable. All he wanted was to be able to drift into a paradise with you in his arms, and feel your heart beating in unison with his. Voices dropped into a whisper, and inadvertently, Seonghwa caught himself half-closing the tap to reduce the cacophony it produced for even a little slip of a conversation to fly in his direction. To no avail - with barely any exchange between you, you and your boyfriend appeared to speak in codes, aside from one unexpectedly sultry gaze from you that sent Seonghwa’s mind reeling.

There was not much left for you to consider. It had been clear to you since a couple of years ago that you were not platonically indifferent towards Seonghwa. He was the subject of your desires, had appeared multiple times in your wildest dreams, and was both a source of comfort and agitation because, despite him always ‘being there’ for you, you wanted more. You needed more. He was like an unreachable star who you were inexplicably drawn to, and even though you had ample opportunity to be with him, and were close, it was not enough. The lightyears that separated you left you unsatiated with the relationship, because you wanted to give Seonghwa love. And more of it. With every moment that had past, you had found yourself flying deeper and deeper into outer space in the hopes of reaching this lonely star and share with it your own shine, so that together, you could be brighter than ever before. You prayed for shooting stars in the sky, so that you could make wish after wish, asking the same thing every time: that he would take the step and reveal the meaning behind his glimmer when you were around, that he would utter the words that you wanted to hear, that he would feel the same. But no such thing. You had been left in suspense - a grey zone from which neither of you dared to venture.

That was, until Wooyoung had entered your life, and set the ashes on fire. He was perceptive, a dreamer and a doer, not stopping at a set routine, always ready to find the optimum if it meant sharing happiness. To him, the situation was easy. As soon as he discovered that you were in love with Seonghwa, he took it upon himself to observe his friend, only to burst into a fit of laughter at just how oblivious both of you were, and how lucky he was to have both of you in his life along with the ability to let it all fall into place. The plan was easy enough. Without giving too much detail, Wooyoung proposed that Seonghwa needed to be shocked into a confession, and you agreed. After all, what harm could an attempt do when your feelings had reached a point of no return? You had naively believed that Wooyoung was going to approach this carefully, cautiously, likely because you had dared to believe that a flame could not be scalding, but no such luck. What you wished for, was a sacred plea to him, and he was not going to make the birthday girl wait for longer than she had already done. As soon as he moved away from you and pretended to return to his duties as chef, he lit the match and dropped it into the sea of sensual gasoline.

“You know that Y/N loves you, right?” Wooyoung shot through the silence, words sharper than a knife. Seonghwa turned his head to face the man beside him, only to see someone so nonchalant, almost bored, that he could not help but question the words. You were still, aside from the fingers that flittered across the counter, drumming as erratic as the one in your chest.

“Ha, very funny, yeah.” he responded with forced joviality, trying to refocus on washing the dishes even though he knew this was futile. The rhythmic chopping stopped and out of the corner of his eye Seonghwa could see your boyfriend put the knife down onto the cutting board.

Rapidly placing the dish he had been scrubbing onto the drying rack, he cleared the space for Wooyoung to wash his hands. This new quiet wave, accompanied only by the running tap was more deafening, oppressive, all-consuming as the phrase echoed around Seonghwa’s mind. ‘She loves you’. This had to be some kind of test; Wooyoung was known for his tricks and banter, so it was not beyond him to spit out the wild notion just to see how his friend would react. For that extra bit of knowledge. But he gave away nothing, so he looked at you, and was pierced by your gaze. The dazzling eyes, galaxies enveloping him, drawing him in as if to command him to accept the question as the truth.

Wooyoung took his time, fully aware of the attention that was on him, and the growing distress in which Seonghwa found himself. But that only fuelled his desire to say nothing. To keep the suspicions and hope floating in the air and in his control, and have Seonghwa right where he wanted him, or more specifically, where you wished Seonghwa would be. Wooyoung watched as the water trickled over his skin, and let his mind wander. You were stood behind him, frozen in one spot as you ogled Seonghwa, waiting for any more words from him or from your boyfriend. Clutching onto a towel, you were attempting to curb and ignore the butterflies that flew to your stomach as you witnessed the change in your best friend’s eyes which could only be described as a deepset, long-concealed affection that had finally been given the opportunity to breathe. Perhaps there was a chance for change, just as Wooyoung had told you before Seonghwa’s arrival into your home. You had been explicit in your feelings when Wooyoung had asked you out, and truth be told, he had expected it; it had been surprising enough to discover that you were, in fact, single, and not on the verge of celebrating a honeymoon, so to hear that you harboured less than platonic feelings for your friend felt only natural.

Even if you had not told this to Wooyoung specifically, it was obvious: you changed when you were with Seonghwa. The very image of serenity, you carried yourself with unparalleled grace when he was by your side. Though you did let your playful and carefree self through, it was always less for companionship but for comfort that Seonghwa readily provided. He was an anchor for you. Your beacon of light that you trusted with your life and more. He was more than important - he was essential. Your clarity. Maybe if Wooyoung was foolish enough, and you had not revealed the longing you had for the taller man, he could have passed it off to be simply an example of platonic soulmates, two people who had gone through so much together that it was not possible for either of them to exist without the other. Not because they were dependent, but because they were one another’s ‘home’. It was clear that platonic boundaries had been long forgotten between you and Seonghwa, only a large question mark remaining, and neither of you daring to turn it into a full-stop and call things what they were. Wooyoung could see the yearning burning within you, how you hoped for your friend to take that next step any time you called or spent time together. Even in Wooyoung’s presence, you were unabashedly drawn to the other man, and that, interestingly enough, made him fall even deeper for you. Your unparalleled ability to give love astounded him to no end, and ignited within him the desire to provide, the desire to show you that you were more than worthy of not only his love, but the love of the first man who had become a part of your universe. Seonghwa simply needed a gentle nudge in the right direction, Wooyoung had decided, and he was the one who was going to give it - a birthday present from him to you, and a belated one for his friend.

"Listen. She. Loves. You. Isn't that right, hm?" You could only nod, attached to the scene unfolding before you with predator-like focus. Your boyfriend’s words: so simple, and yet so hard-hitting that you almost laughed at the shocked expression on Seonghwa’s face, only just barely being able to contain yourself as it transformed into one that oozed trepidation.

Wooyoung promptly shook the majority of the water droplets clinging onto his hands as he closed the tap, and methodically dried them with the towel hanging from a hook attached to the sink cupboard. He discreetly observed Seonghwa’s rising nerves, barely able to stifle the smirk, threatening to break out across his lips due to the satisfaction brought on by the suspense that he had conjured. Anxious, confused, but above all, timidly delighted in the sly off-handed comment. Without a doubt Seonghwa was trying to guess what Wooyoung had planned, and the latter could hardly contain his excitement. Perhaps in some ways, he was being selfish by being the instigator of something he too had been wishing for since you had started dating, but the older male’s burning stares and lingering gazes that had commenced as soon as he walked through the door into the apartment served as enough motivation - all that remained was the final spark.

He walked up to Seonghwa until he was in a dizzying proximity, scrutinising him through half-lidded eyes. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he beckoned the man to turn his head and face him, and asked you to come near with a quick flick of the other hand. Scoffing at the unceremonious expression of power, you bit your inner cheek to suppress a snarky remark, aware that Wooyoung was only working in your favour. Never before had you seen your best friend this on edge, simultaneously disoriented and yearning for more, glances darting from Wooyoung to you and back. Bored from the lack of a progression, your boyfriend decided to cease stalling.

"Right. How is it that you, and you, two pretty best friends, spend years together, and not once get with one another?" you could see the bobbing of Seonghwa’s larynx as he swallowed some spit. His eyebrows furrowed, and he tilted his head as though to check if you agreed with what was being said. Upon seeing no easily readable reaction, he muttered:

"What?"

"I can hear the gears moving in your head Seonghwa, what's your answer?" Wooyoung was not letting up, the tension getting to him, leaving the world a climbing haze. Every single one of his senses appeared to be elevated, accentuating every sound, every smell, every twitch of his muscles against his clothes. It was impossible to contain his contentment as he took not of his friend readjusting how he was standing, as if there was a certain physical discomfort beginning to give way. Wooyoung knew well enough as to what it could be, and as such, cut off every single one of Seonghwa’s attempts to steer the conversation in a different, lighter direction.

"To-"

"Do you love her too?"

"But-"

"Seonghwa, do you trust me?" seeing as the taller man was not letting himself reveal his desire to simply lock you in his arms, the need contained in his burning orbs only, Wooyoung decided to slightly switch tactics bringing in their closeness as friends, as two people ready to blur the lines in search of that sensual perfection.

"Of course."

And you know that I trust you too, right?"

"Mhm…"

"So?"

"I…" Seonghwa picked at the sleeve of his light blue sweater, unable to face you. He felt he was too close to ruining the years of friendship that had been so carefully built up, all because of Wooyoung. The man was surely joking, he had to be. In no way were you-

Your hand grazed his upper arm, forcing him to look back up and meet you. Ever so tender, ever so caring, it was as though you were admiring the starry night sky when you revered him - it was not too far from the truth, considering that this wondrous man was indeed, who you saw as your universe. As a keeper of stars, someone who you desperately wished would envelop you and adore you and let you and Wooyoung adore him just like you had wished, year in, year out.

"Did you short-circuit?" Wooyoung asked, voice dropping into a whisper.

"A bit."

"Time for extreme measures."

Eyes impossibly wide and cheeks going red, Seonghwa could only stop and stare as Wooyoung pulled him towards himself and plant a fervent kiss on his lips. Before he could push away the man had already pulled back with a satisfied smirk, only to turn to you and wink before leaning into another kiss. You swore you could taste Seonghwa on his lips, sweeter than you could ever imagine. Melting into the sensuality, you could feel excitement rising in your chest. The intensity heightened, and you felt your boyfriend's hands snake around your waist all the while, upon peeking, you saw Seonghwa's blazing, darkened orbs studying you. His expression was unreadable, first clenched, lips slightly parted, and only one question on his mind: 'how dare he?'

"So, how does he taste? Sweet, right?" Wooyoung asked you, voice laden with mischief and anticipation for what would be a dizzying paradise.

"Better than I could have ever imagined."

"So this was your plan?" Seonghwa broke the momentary silence, a newfound hostility with notes of unbelievably strong craving. His tone dropped lower, until it was all that you could focus on. One hand travelled to his lips, fingers cautiously touching them, in disbelief at what had just unfolded. With a smirk the man reached for you, forcing your arms to fall from your boyfriend’s shoulders, where they had found themselves when you kissed, pulling you close until his hips were pressed against you, revealing the true effect of Wooyoung’s teases.

"Ye-"

"Because it fucking worked, alright. To answer the question, yes, I do love you. Longer than he did. And yet here he is, pulling rank, huh?" giving Wooyoung a side-eye, he muttered.

"Oh yes, of course Hwa."

"Well aren't you getting overly friendly..."

"Depending on what you are gonna do we're about to get even friendlier than that." Seonghwa took a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. Barely audible, you backtracked, feverishly trying to explain the thought process, the story behind this little ploy, a wave of fear inching closer to you as you felt your friend’s fingers dig into your side, breathing becoming more ragged, shallower.

"Wooyoung and I had talked about this for the first time when we started dating. I need you Hwa. He needs you too. And… well… yeah. That is… our side of the story, so… I'm sorry we should have just sat you down and talked or something-"

"Seems you didn't get a good enough taste since you are still talking."

"Oh?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, the switch in his friend's attitude catching him pleasantly off-guard.

"Tell me what's my limit." Seonghwa addressed you, his face barely an inch away from yours, hot breath against your skin, leaving you aching for more, for him to take the final step and let your history burn.

"None."

"Neither of you?" he looked at Wooyoung, who was observing with a wolfish grin, hand running through his hair.

“I think we have all waited long enough.”

In a matter of a single moment, a spark, Seonghwa’s lips were on yours, leading you into the paradise which you had been isolating exclusively to your musings. It was intoxicating, all-consuming, making you feel as though nothing else existed, and that you had been given the power to embrace the universe itself, the explosive pleasure of being in rhythmic bliss with the man you had longed for proving to be almost too much. And yet, you needed more, of him, of his touch, of his presence right against you. A soft moan escaped you as he deepened the kiss, which only led to him pressing himself into you, barely stopping you from stumbling back.

Wooyooung, satisfied with himself, and with the scene unfolding before him, reached out to push back a stray lock of black hair from Seonghwa’s face, suggesting that they take this to somewhere more comfortable. Breaking away, both of you looked at the shorter man, eyes clouded, lustful, and you took his hand, squeezing it in gratitude and let yourself be guided to your wildest dream that had previously been deemed unobtainable.

"Oh no no, tonight this pretty cunt is mine. You're going to prep her for me, Woo, while I see what she can do here..."

Seonghwa ran a finger over your jawline, his other hand at the base of his cock, pumping it a couple of times. Obediently, Wooyoung followed the instruction and moved so that he was right next to your pussy, admiring just how slick it already was by running two fingers between your lips, stopping at your clit to rub a few circles, highlighting its erectness. You whined at the feeling, trying to grind into his hand in the hopes of more contact, but Seonghwa prevented you from asking for any more by grasping your jaw and guiding you onto his dick, sighing as you took his length. Stopping midway as he felt your throat constrict, he asked you:

“You okay? Need a break? So gone already?” counting your breaths, you leaned back to whisper that you were more than fine, moaning when Wooyoung licked a stripe up your pussy and stopped to suck on your clit, to be silenced as Seonghwa’s member pressed against your lips, and slid into the warmth.

With every moan all but muted, you were a whimpering mess to which Seonghwa was already addicted. He was enthralled by how you responded to Wooyoung’s every touch, how you relaxed your throat to let him rock into you bit by bit. When his friend’s tongue curled into your heat, lapping at you to the point when a light tremble started in your legs, Seonghwa reached for your hand, squeezing it in reassurance and earning a loving glance from you. The contrast between the adorable shimmer in your eyes and the lewd act was more than enough to twist his world on its axis. As an orgasm ripped through you, with Wooyoung relentlessly pumping into you with his digits and flicking your aroused bud with his tongue, you moaned over Seonghwa’s member. He bit his lip, forcing himself to ease out, and let you regain some composure. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb in an attempt to remove a bit of the dribble, a smile dancing on his lips.

"You are so beautiful, my sweet. Thank you. Can you still take care of him?" voice ever so soft, he inquired, every decision still being left to you. You mumbled in approval of the action, and watched as Wooyoung rose to meet you.

Barely having recovered, you were eager to pay your boyfriend back, giving one last glance to Seonghwa’s member, coated in a layer of your spit mixed with pre-cum as he crawled on his knees away from you, to position himself at your entrance. While he teased your pulsing cunt, running his digits between your folds and letting his tip flick your sensitive bud, Wooyoung was in front of you, demonstratively licking his lips to show how he devoured every bit of your nectar, his cock stiff in his hands, begging for attention which you were more than ready to provide.

“Hwa-a… ah!” you mewled, nearly collapsing on your back as Seonghwa slowly entered you, his hips pressed against yours, giving you some time to adjust to his length. The feeling of another cock, aside from your boyfriend’s, filling you up so well and building you up regardless of having just come over Wooyoung’s mouth was stupefying, and it seemed that all you could recall in that moment was your best friend’s name.

Having had enough, Wooyoung guided your focus back to him, tapping you below your chin. A series of apologies fell from your lips, making the man chuckle as he reminded you that there was only one way to apologise in this case. Without needing any more elaboration, you ran your tongue over his leaking hole, lapping up the pre-release, and took him in, sighing at the feeling of being full of both Wooyoung and Seonghwa.

“What a good girl, devouring my cock like this- ah…” Wooyoung praised, brushing strands away, lazily observing you as you bobbed your head back and forth, interrupted only by Seonghwa hitting your g-spot, eliciting salacious moans.

“She really is perfect… Y/N, you’re just so perfect for my dick.”

“Oh look at her falling apart, Hwa. You are fucking her so well.”

“So well she can’t even help you out?” he taunted you, knowing full well that the comment could only lead to one thing and one thing only. Wooyoung smirked, taking a fistful of your hair, causing you to look up at him with watery orbs as he warmed his cock in your mouth. The sight nearly tipped him over the edge, a twitch threatening an oncoming wave of pleasure. But he could not come, at least not before he could show his friend just how much of him you could take.

“Let’s show him just how well this throat can take me, yeah?” and upon seeing a small nod, pushed his length deeper, tensing as your tongue and teeth lightly grazed every vein and his tip hit your uvula and the back of your throat.

It was challenging to restrain himself from thrusting into you when you looked so marvellous, nose pressed against him, relaxing yourself to take him whole, despite Seonghwa repeatedly sheathing inside you, bringing you closer and closer to your own ruin. It was the fact that you were still so attentive, so caring towards him, equally as loving and being so unbelievably good that made Wooyoung fall even more in love with you. How you let him guide you over his cock, trusting his movements and his sensations completely, caring for his pleasure. How the introduction of Seonghwa, your first and ongoing love, did nothing to stop your adoration for Wooyoung. You truly were one of a kind, his galaxy, the keeper of the flame. It was not long until his climax reached him, pleasure searing through as his hand kept you frozen so that you would not choke as his cum painted your mouth.

Swallowing the last of Wooyoung’s hot orgasm, you yelped over the softening member as Seonghwa picked up his pace, demanding your full attention. The vibration caused Wooyoung to let out a low groan and tightened his grip on your hair momentarily, another string of release shooting into the back of your throat, nearly making you sputter. Cooing at your state, he tugged you back ever so carefully, hissing as your tongue gave his cock a final swipe, and murmured:

“Hwa, let me support her, yeah? She likes it when you go deep into her pussy, don’t you?” giving you a light pat, almost mockingly, Wooyoung sat on the bed behind you, holding you in place so that Seonghwa did not need to worry about you slipping, and instead focus on the relentless rhythm. You could not respond as the knot in your core grew tighter and tighter with every thrust. Every one of Seonghwa’s low moans that reached you was a lascivious melody, so erotic that all you could hope for was for him to never even consider stopping.

Positioned between the two men, you were in a soothing mindlessness, having the ability and the trust to give yourself up to them, let them love you. Every touch on your skin was an intimate, sensual flame, unwinding you, prompting you to gift them your very soul. You felt Wooyoung’s member brushing against your ass as you were jolted back by Seonghwa’s movements, the sensation proving to be impossible to handle as your climax approached at a startling speed. Gripping Wooyoung’s arms which had positioned themselves on your waist, his veins etching a design into your palms and leaving you breathless, you felt the wave crashing over you, sinking you into an unprecedented euphoria. Your body shook violently as your orgasm drowned out any sound, and you swore you could count the stars in your eyes as Seonghwa continued his motions, mercilessly in love with how your soaked, clenching pussy felt around his throbbing length.

“Ah… fuck, love, I-”

“Hwa- please-”

Seonghwa continued pounding into you with reckless abandon, each thrust leaving you practically senseless as your orgasm had been long-surpassed, the overwhelming trembling of your every nerve, every muscle as your core was caught ablaze with the overstimulation completely wiping your ability to form a single coherent thought. Wooyoung groaned from the sight of Seonghwa’s downcast eyes, looking at nothing or looking within, ecstatic, and the wanton sounds of his cock pistoning into your wet pussy, hands moving to knead your breasts and pinch your erect nipples. You cried out from the added sensation, head falling back and over Wooyoung’s shoulder as Seonghwa slowed to a stuttered, faltering grind, his own climax imminent.

“Y/N, my lo- I’m-” you heard him over your own whines, and in a matter of seconds he bucked into you one final time, almost falling towards you as your still-pulsating walls milked his release. He let out a shaky breath as his cum filled your sex, the warmth and fullness driving you to the brink of consciousness. Tentatively moving his hips, he fucked the load into you, groaning as he felt it leak out, completing the lewd scene.

“So… so gorgeous, Y/N…” He mumbled, kissing you once, twice as the ripples of pleasure overtook him entirely… “Woo… thank- mfph- thank you…”

“It’s us three now, hm?” Wooyoung responded, amazed at just how much Seonghwa had been holding back, and how brilliant it was to uncover the tandem that was now you and your two loves.

Trailing kisses on your neck as Wooyoung continued to hold you, his chest flush against your back as you rode out your high, dazed and in an ethereal bliss. Slow circles on your hips as Seonghwa pressed his forehead against yours, soothing your light tremble as he pulled out of you, the last rivulets of cum dripping onto your pubic bone. Unable to sustain the position any longer, legs having grown weak as the adrenaline subsided he gave into Wooyoung’s guidance as the man slinked away from you, laying you down onto the bed, and motioned for Seonghwa to do the same. In the quietude, you three remained in one another’s arms, only the steadying breathing and bare skin covered in a glistening sheen of sweat reminding you that this was all a stunning reality.

As you detangled from one another, Wooyoung and Seonghwa gave you one last, gentle peck on the cheek each before whispering amongst themselves. As you lay on the bed sheets, surrounded by the aura of lovemaking, unfocused gaze peering at the dark ceiling, you felt a clean towel going over your body, only to see Seonghwa gingerly caressing each limb, planting one kiss, another. When he noticed that you were watching him, he threw you a big dopey grin, only to mumble out words of adoration. He kept you grounded with his presence, his feathery touches, while Wooyoung rushed through re-dressing and picking out something comfortable for you to wear. Once done, the two men changed places, with the latter now tending to you and helping you get dressed, barely suppressing a smile as he let a large hoodie fall over your body. When you gave him an endearing thumbs up, hands barely peeking from the sleeves, he playfully lunged to hug you and make you fall back onto the bed, giggling airily into your ear and trying to wrap you up even tighter. Seonghwa joined you not long after, and you were caught in between two heavens, safe, adored, the intricacies of the world around you finally making sense as both Wooyoung and Seonghwa illuminated them. The stars in the sky, the flames on the earth, they completed you just as you completed them, and this was something that you would never wish to give up. They were here for you. You were here for them. This was your wish, a wish that had finally come true. For you, for Wooyoung, for Seonghwa.

“So… shall we have that cake then… at least?” you whispered into the darkness, immediately hearing rustling to either side of you, and a soft sigh from Wooyoung, breath tickling your ear as he inched a little closer, only to tease:

“But didn’t we just have dessert-”

“Wooyoung!” the yelp only seemed to amuse your two loves as they chuckled, with Seonghwa moving to push a few strands of your hair back, and reveal his glimmering orbs that managed to catch the light from the window, curtains undrawn and letting the city lights inside, giving the impression that the universe truly was in his those two windows to the soul. Your breath hitched as you gazed at him, head resting on his palm, as he wondered whether he was dreaming, the mumble slipping out automatically:

“He’s right. You’re sweet, Y/N.”

“Oh my goodness-”

You turned your head, only to feel soft fingers cupping your chin and pulling you into a slow, gentle kiss. Eyes fluttering shut, you sank into Seonghwa once again, the idea of him loving you back and wanting to be with you, accepting your other love who had his hand lazily thrown around your waist and face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, it was all so surreal that you were afraid to even take a peek.

“But we do have a kitchen to clean though...” you groaned, shaking your head at the choice of comment. Wooyoung was quicker to react, snuggling more closely and muttering:

“Now that can wait-”

“...and a wish to make.” Seonghwa elaborated, cutting Wooyoung’s complaints short, and lying down to hug you, arm lying atop the other man’s, drawing circled on your skin where the top into which you had changed had ridden up, “Let’s celebrate our birthday girl.”

Our. The word rang in your ears and wriggled its way into your mind, a new star shining in your sky, enveloping you, revering you through the creation of a paradise to which you thought there were no gates nor glimpses. The simple word - a spark of a lighter, eradicating shadows of doubt and setting the soul ablaze with newfound passion and excitement, turning your birthday into a renaissance celebrating love.

Even if you had not even made your wish yet, it was obvious. You were yourself when you were with Wooyoung and Seonghwa, and you wanted nothing more but for this bond to grow into a loving intuition. You looked up from the cake, in the middle of which was a glowing candle, and admired the two men, illuminated by the warm flickering light. How they had huddled closer to one another, with Seonghwa attempting to discreetly point out to Wooyoung that he should adjust the angle at which he held his phone to capture the precious moment. How blissful, relaxed they appeared to be as they ceased their quiet arrangement, only to return your gaze. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you read nothing but adoration in their eyes, and you clenched the material of the hoodie into which the two had insisted you change, trying to steady your breathing.

Reading your actions, your best friend, turned lover, nodded in reassurance, leaning closer towards you by resting his head on a propped up hand, while Wooyoung gave you a bright smile and threw an arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders, nearly making him lose balance. The action did not seem to phase the older man in the slightest, as he simply pressed his tongue against the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes in mock vexation, only to break out into an equally heart-melting grin. Neither rushed you, appreciating your need to take in the change, entranced by your loving peace. This new dynamic had indeed been something of a dream, and you thought that it was going to remain that way until you would be forced to forget, or live in an illusion of loving less. But now you found yourself, for the first time in some years, thinking of new wishes, musing the steps ahead.

As you blew out the fire, and motioned for the two to not turn the lights on quite yet, you were at peace. Nothing felt more right than observing Seonghwa standing up to gingerly remove the candle and slice the cake, and receiving a peck on the cheek from Wooyoung, who was now hovering over your left shoulder, fingers playing with your hair. The puzzle pieces had fallen into place, and you, like three beautiful stars, had formed a stunning constellation. In a world so fast-paced and lonely, you were surrounded by a miraculous, unconditional love - two people who not only adored you, but adored your ability to love them both equally, and in turn, love the universe. With you, they felt as though they had found their home, and were more than willing to maintain the intricate balance.

With the pair moving their chairs around the table to sit on either side of you, the action, albeit carried out serenely, quietly, expressed a boyish excitement for the development, and the way in which they seeked even more closeness with you, be it by purposefully leaning to reach for a meaningless item across the table, or by resting an arm on the back of the chair, only confirmed their shared adoration. Under the full moon that greeted you from the outside with a silvery blue sheen, you found a comfortable stillness, and as the two men raised their heads to follow your gaze to the view outside, hoped that your new wish, one for three, for years to come, would come true too.

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pyeonghongrie · 2 months

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champagne problems

Summary: Sometimes you just don’t know the answer, until someone’s on their knees and asks you.

Characters/Pairing(s): San X Reader

Genre: Angst.

AUs/Trope info: Established relationship, marriage rejection, song fic

Word Count: 586

Warnings: Swearing, mental health mention, alcoholism mentions, sloppy POV changes

Rating: 16+

A/N: repost from my old blog @cryrieariver, I'm reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize. This is also reformatted and edited for ease of reading.

You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You're not sure which is worse

San was slumped over on the train seat, elbows on his spread thighs and nails scratching at the velvet flocked box sitting on his fingers. He looked pathetic, sitting alone and dejected in an empty train car, trying to hold his tears back. He hung his head low, biting his lip until it bled. Who knew this would happen?

He didn’t like the bustle of the city, everyone only cared about the place they wanted to go to, not bothering to check the man that was clearly hurting.

Because I dropped your hand while dancin' Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet Your heart was glass I dropped it Champagne problems

He replayed the moment in his mind, the way your grip on his hand faltered, the way you looked at him with glassy eyes when you told him you didn’t want to dance anymore. He should’ve known, should’ve taken it as a sign.

You told your family for a reason You couldn't keep it in Your sister splashed out on the bottle Now no one's celebrating

Dom Pérignon you brought it No crowd of friends applauded Your hometown skeptics called it Champagne problems.

He remembers telling his family about his plan to propose to you, he was so sure that you’ll be his future, his new chapter in life. His sister was just as excited as him, taking up all her savings just to get a bottle for the soon-to-be celebration.

When you rejected him, all his hometown skeptics told him it was never a good idea to marry a city girl. He thinks maybe he should’ve listened.

You had a speech, you're speechless Love slipped beyond your reaches And I couldn't give a reason Champagne problems

He remembers closing the box in silence, no cheers, no music, no words. He walked out of the restaurant with a blank face and a broken heart.

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush, and your flannel cure "This dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends? Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through

You knew you could trust him, he was the love of your life, he did everything for you, supported you through your episodes, and made you feel happy and loved. He was your shoulder to cry on and the sun to warm you. Nothing could replace him, but you let him go because you didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve someone like you- he deserved someone better.

One for the money Two for the show I never was ready So I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you "She would've made such a lovely bride What a shame she's fucked in the head"

They said, but you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred And hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing

With champagne problems Your mom's ring in your pocket Her picture in your wallet You won't remember all my champagne problems

You won't remember all my champagne problems.

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sundrop-writes · 18 days

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Announcing my new fic: Heaven's Gate

Heaven's Gate is a long oneshot starring Daryl Dixon and a gender neutral reader character, featuring angst, hurt and comfort, and some fluff.

In this fic, you and Daryl get separated when the prison is attacked by the Governor, and though you both believe the other person is dead, you two end up finding each other at the most unexpected time. This fic is about hope, the human connection, and how love is about more than romance - it's about how people take pieces of each other and grow with them, never truly able to forget each other.

This fic is going to be a longer oneshot that is currently about 15k long - and will likely be longer by the time it has gone through editing. It is 80% of the way done in my drafts (not including editing), and I hope to have it posted by April 30th - which is a tentative date that may change. If you want to know for certain when the fic is posted, you can follow me here and turn on notifcations or you can subscribe to me on AO3 to get an email notification when the fic is posted. I am really excited to share this fic with all of you 💖.

Below is a short preview of the fic - so if you wanna get a better sense for the upcoming fic you can read it. If you enjoy this preview and you're excited for what the fic holds, please let me know!

Also an important note: with my gender neutral reader fics, I don't use any references to gender whatsoever (this is not a 'GN afab' fic). And in this fic in particular, I didn't use any pronouns (other than you/yours) or gendered terms for the reader - and at points where the terms they/them were used, I made it purposefully vague so that the dialogue could be referring to the whole group as 'they' or just the reader. I want my gender neutral fics to be enjoyed by everyone - cis women, cis men, gender non conforming people, trans people - every kind of fanfiction reader.

I am making this post for two major reasons - one, I want to generate as much excitement for oneshots as there is for series. Especially for oneshots that are longer than 10k because those take a lot of time and effort. If a series is like a TV show, then long oneshots are like a feature film. And two - nobody seems to read my pinned post where I announce new upcoming fics anyway, so I might as well make posts like these so that people can know what to expect from me. And hopefully you guys will get excited about my upcoming fics this way. And when I tag these posts with the relevant tags, people interested in those topics can follow me to anticipate the fic if they want to read it.

Heaven's Gate (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader) - Preview

Preview Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: no pronouns used for the reader other than you/yours; there are major plot spoilers for The Walking Dead if you are watching the show for the first time - spoilers for Season 2 all the way up through Season 5; typical warnings for TWD - mentions of death, emotional despair; all of these themes and emotions are expanded upon in the full fic.

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“Daryl!”

You called out his name as you jogged up toward the stables, and he stopped in his tracks, waiting for you to catch up with him.

“Daryl, hey.” You greeted him with a small smile. “Rick told me you’d be up here.”

He grunted in reply. “Yeah. ‘m gonna take a horse out. Make better ground t’ look for the girl.”

Your stomach clenched at him mentioning her.

The group was supposed to be headed out towards Fort Bennet - supposed to be finding refuge at the hopefully safe military base. Instead, you were all setting up camp at the very reluctant Hershel Greene’s farm, not straying too far from where you had lost one of your own in the hopes of finding her.

But that was why you had come to talk to Daryl in the first place.

Sophia had become like a sister to you in the few short months that you had known her, and though it was unlikely, you were hopeful that she was alive - that she would be found. And you did believe that Daryl would be the one to find her.

“How’s the trail?” You asked. “Do you think you know which way she headed? You - you can be honest with me.”

You hesitated on the last part. But you did want his honesty more than anything. And you knew that he was never one to sugar-coat things. Even if you hadn’t told him that, he would have given you the truth anyway.

“Trail’s a little muddy.” He said, doling out that honesty. “‘m gon follow the river. It’s her biggest landmark out there, so she’ll probably be somewhere around it.”

You smiled at him. And then, you remembered -

“I brought you something.” You noted, reaching for the back pocket of your jeans.

Daryl watched with quiet curiosity as you pulled out a piece of paper - when you showed it to him, he quickly realized that it was a half-used set of stickers.

“These are some of the stickers that I got for Sophia,” You explained. “My mom always used to tell me that cardinals are good luck.”

You peeled off a sticker of a bright red bird - as much of a nature man as he was, Daryl was never one for bird watching. He didn’t care about identifying certain species of birds unless he could shoot and eat them. But he quickly reasoned that this must be the cardinal that you spoke of.

“Give me your bow.” You said, shoving the rest of the sticker sheet into your back pocket again and holding out your hand expectantly.

“I don’t need no luck.” He replied, voice full of snark.

“Just give it.” You replied - equally snarky, equally stubborn.

Daryl sighed and tugged his bow’s strap over his head, presenting it to you. You placed the sticker on the bow’s handle, in one of the places where it wasn’t as worn down from him holding it.

“There,” You said, giving it back to him with a smile. “Now you’re all set.”

It was more for you than it was for him - a token of good faith and protection. The idea that you could do something to bring Sophia home when you felt so powerless.

Daryl let out a harsh sound - somewhere between a laugh and a sarcastic snort as he walked away. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” You replied brightly, edging on sarcastic once again.

…

When the prison was attacked, Daryl got out with Beth.

He almost couldn’t stand her bright eyes, big eyes staring at him, waiting for answers - her chirpy little voice, prodding at him, demanding that they ‘follow the trail’ and go look for everyone else. Telling him that he was a tracker, that he could find them. As if it was his damn responsibility just because he had the skills to get it done.

It was all too reminiscent of you, telling him that he could find Sophia. That it wasn’t an ‘if’ - it was a ‘when’.

Perhaps that was what got him off his ass and doing what he did best - reading the dirt.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked, staring at the girl curiously as she went to one of the bushes and rushed to pick berries from branches. Had she not gotten enough to eat that morning?

“They’ll be hungry when we find them.” Beth told him confidently.

Of course. That undefeatable streak of optimism.

Daryl knew that blueberries weren’t your favorite - but he should have something to give you. He would be too busy tracking the footprints to properly hunt for squirrels or rabbits and clean them for you. So, he found himself pulling a large bandana from his back pocket and offering it to Beth - something to hold the berries in to keep them safe as an offering for you.

“Here.” He grunted at her.

Beth smiled at him.

It was one of the last smiles she gave him for a long time.

When they came across those bodies splayed out beside the tracks - any sense of hope was crushed inside of him. The picture you had gifted him was heavy inside his breast pocket, and he hated that tears threatened his eyes - even if he knew that none of those bodies belonged to you. There was no trace of you there.

The days started to blur into each other, and Daryl couldn’t get you off his mind.

One hazy evening, as they both stared into the fire with dead looks on their faces, he took the drawing out of his pocket and unfolded it.

For good luck.

He didn’t believe in luck - because it didn’t exist. The world was fucked. Nobody was lucky. You and your good luck were dead.

He tossed the drawing into the fire, and it was only a moment, when the corner of it had barely caught, when Beth snatched it out. She stomped on it with her boot, successfully saving it.

“Don’t do that.” She hissed at him.

Daryl snatched it from her, and crumbled it up, tossing it aside. He let out a grunt, but refused to look at her.

“That was from Y/N, wasn’t it?” She posed.

He could feel her imposing stare as she waited for an answer.

He didn’t give her one.

“You can’t burn them just because you think they’re dead.” Beth sighed. “You can’t burn up memories. We’re gonna find them. Y/N, and Maggie, and Michonne, and - and everyone.”

Daryl scoffed. “Yeah. Cause that’s gon’ happen.”

Beth rolled her eyes, but didn’t speak any further on the subject.

After she had fallen asleep - when the fire was dull, Daryl picked up the crumbled ball and smoothed it out again. The charred corner hadn’t even touched your bird. He felt like a fool doing it, just as much of a fool as he accused you of being, but he folded it neatly - well, as neatly as he could - and then put it back into his breast pocket again.

But that was the thing - Daryl wished that he could. He wished he could burn up those memories.

That you would stop haunting him. Then he wouldn’t have to feel like this anymore.

…

“Can I see it again?” Beth asked, suddenly changing the subject.

Again, this was a confusing little whip for Daryl - something that clearly only made sense to Beth in her own drunken mind.

“See what?” Daryl replied.

“The picture.” Beth answered. “The one you tried to burn.”

Daryl felt a pinch of guilt surge over him at the thought. Oddly enough, this was the one time he would be willing to admit that Beth was right - you can’t burn up memories.

“It was Y/N, wasn’t it? That drew it.” Beth added on, her words slurring slightly - she lifted the mason jar of booze to her lips again and Daryl was tempted to snatch it away from her.

Instead, he found his hand drifting to his breast pocket and reaching to take the picture out. He presented it to Beth, who put down her drink to unfold it - she stared at the picture fondly under the brightness of the moonlight, tracing a finger over the slightly faded details.

“You know… my daddy used to tell me that a cardinal is like an angel.” Beth said, recognizing the bird from her father’s teachings on the farm. “Someone - someone you loved who passed away, watching over you from heaven.”

“Y/N said they was good luck.” Daryl replied.

Beth shrugged. “Same thing.”

It was this thought that kept Daryl going for a long time. The idea that even if you were dead, you were watching over him somehow. He sure as hell didn’t believe that someone like Merle would be an angel - but you, you definitely were. And even if it was a waste of your eternal life, you would be determined to watch over Daryl - to make sure that he was safe, well-guided.

You would make sure that he was lucky.

That thought alone carried him through the long journey to D.C.

It was something that lingered in his mind as the group hunkered down in a random barn - as he spotted something carved into one of the wooden beams holding the place up. Even though it wasn’t colored, he could have sworn that the long tail and pointed head of the silhouette indicated that the carving was meant to be cardinal. Of course.

Who knows who had stayed in the barn before them - if it had been left there by a weary traveler, or even put there by someone who had used the barn before the turn. But Daryl could have sworn that you - your ghost, your angelic hand - had led him to this very spot.

It was a thought that gave him strength as he held the doors up - helped to keep them from caving in while the storm raged outside.

Your luck, and your damn bird - you would keep him safe.

When they reached Alexandria, and they were forced to give up their weapons - Daryl spotted your bird perched on the fence. Bright red, with its pointy head cocked sideways at him. All too knowing, staring at him like it wanted to say something. Just like it had been when he had fallen off the cliff out in the woods when he had been looking for Sophia.

Oddly enough, it made him feel safe giving up his crossbow - perching it on top of the fully loaded cart of weapons before the awkward, bespeckled woman wheeled it away.

Rick was still weary of this new place after Terminus, and Daryl understood. He followed Rick’s lead. Especially because he couldn’t tell Rick that he had a good feeling about this place because he saw a damn bird.

But even if it was just in spirit, he felt you there. He knew that it was the home you had chosen for them.

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 2 months

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Here is the epilogue I promised! Don’t let the new header fool you where is absolutely no plot to this… I hope everyone who read enjoyed this series and as a little treat for all we went through to get here this is one last look at where we ended up

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner *slash

Tags and warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!, very NSFW, slight dom Danny, m/m sex, butt plug and facial… the babies being in love finally! very little editing

Word count: 2.6k

Jake had just finished lathering up his hair when he heard the door to the bathroom open. “I’m almost done” Jake spoke out into the openness of the shower, thinking Danny was probably wanting to get ready for bed soon.

It had been weeks since Danny returned from visiting Sam in LA and surprised Jake with a confession. What a relief it was to finally be able to tell Danny how he really felt now that he knew his feelings would be returned.

And returned they were, nearly tenfold. Danny being his boyfriend was more than he’d ever dreamed of. He was patient, caring, observant, though at the same time not too pushy or overbearing.

Honestly not much had changed between them other than their new bedtime ritual. They’d lay in bed together and both vent about their day, it was the way they decided to keep their work lives and personal lives separate, stay calm while at the restaurant and talk it out at home. No matter how riled up Jake would get about the supply truck messing up his order, or the cooks showing up late, by the end of his unload Danny would look Jake in the eyes and ask him “do you love me?”

Every night Danny would ask him the same thing and Jake would easily forget his worries. Instead he’d focus on coming up with a new way to tell Danny how much he loved him each time.

“I love you with all my soul”.

“I’ll always love you”.

“There isn’t a word to properly describe how much I’m in love with you”.

“My heart is yours forever”.

“My love for you knows no bounds”.

“All my love Danny”.

With every proclaiment of love Danny would smile and blush before giving Jake a kiss and they’d go to sleep together feeling absolutely content.

Jake looked forward to crawling into bed with Danny just like any other night, though when the shower curtain was drawn back and Danny stepped inside with him he realized he might be in for a little more.

“Don’t mind me, finish washing up” Danny smirked when Jake squinted through one eye as the shampoo washed from his hair.

“How am I supposed to do that when you’re standing naked right in front of me?”

“You prefer I join you in the shower clothed then?” Danny chuckled and reached forward to gently grab at Jake’s waist. “Here, turn around then”.

Danny used his grip on Jake to carefully turn him before grabbing his body wash and running his soapy hands across Jake’s shoulders and upper back, then lower until he slipped underneath his arms and started to wash his chest next. Jake closed his eyes and let his head fall slightly to the side, exposing a tiny piece of neck that Danny couldn’t resist leaning over to place his lips against.

Jake reveled in the the feeling of Danny’s hands and lips on him. Running a business proved to be exhausting, so neither of them had much time or energy to really fool around after hours. That didn’t mean Jake didn’t still think about it often though, and that showed in the way his body was already reacting to Danny’s touch.

“Jake” Danny spoke when his hands ran down his stomach and brushed against his hardened length.

“I know” Jake sighed in frustration and pent up needs, “just ignore it”.

“Jake” Danny spoke again, still rubbing his hands in slow circles across Jake’s lower abdomen, “I want to kiss you” he asked with his lips still connected to his neck. “Can I? Can I kiss you as much as I want?”

Jake turned back around and wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders, pulling him down closer to his level. “You can take my breath away if you wanted to” Jake replied before stretching upwards to connect their mouths in a passionate kiss.

Danny cradled the back of Jake’s head in one hand and let the other fall to the small of his back then took a step closer until their fronts were pressed together. Jake moaned slightly into his mouth at the contact, but Danny took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss. Jake’s knees went weak, but their hold on each other kept him upright as Danny continued to ardently kiss him.

Just when Jake thought things really would get heated Danny removed his hand from his back and reached behind them to turn the shower off. Without a word he disconnected from him and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he then turned to beckon Jake over before placing the towel over his head and beginning to dry his hair off.

Jake stood there while Danny worked the towel over him, obviously still worked up, and he would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t looked down and saw that Danny had gotten just as excited about their wet make out session as he had.

“Ready to get into bed?” Danny asked after taking the time to dry himself as well.

“I’m ready for bed, but not for sleep” Jake replied with a pout because Danny had ignited this fire within him but hadn’t shown any intention of putting it out yet.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you tonight” Danny attempted to ease him.

“Oh, is that so?” Jake’s pout turned into a smirk because now he got what Danny was doing. He was trying to pretend like he wasn’t dying for a good fuck like Jake was. “Then by all means, take me to bed handsome”.

Danny continued to keep his cool as Jake followed him down the hallway to their now shared bedroom. The thought that Jake had no idea what he was getting himself into with all that Danny had planned gave him the drive to stay as calm and put together as possible.

It’s been way too damn long, Jake thought as he crawled into the bed, excitement taking over and pushing all other thoughts of work or how tired he was out of his mind. Instead the only thing that was left was the throbbing between his legs and the way Danny looked as he joined him, hungry.

Danny immediately connected their lips again and grabbed Jake’s wrists to pin them above his head. “I want to show you just how much I love you tonight. Is that okay?”

Jake swallowed hard, tugging his arms slightly against Danny’s grip and seeing he wasn’t planning on letting go so easily. He remembered this domineering side of Danny from that night on the couch together and it excited him that he was coming out to play again, though he knew it could also mean some trouble. Either way the offer was really enticing and Jake being held underneath him like he was wasn’t in much of a position to make any requests of his own right now.

“Okay, show me” Jake gave in, letting himself settle on top of the pillows.

With Jake’s permission now, Danny’s eyes seemed to darken as he leaned back and took a good look at the body he had laid before him, ripe for the taking. There was so much he wanted to do, so many ways he knew he could reduce Jake to a crying whimpering mess, but he’d already made up his mind what he wanted to do before he’d even stepped into that shower with him.

“Keep your hands here” he demanded, loosening his grip on Jake’s wrists he still had pinned above his head and trailed his fingers down his arms, watching the reaction his fingertips brought to the skin along the way.

Danny sat up, wedging his knees between Jake’s thighs and parting his legs so that Jake was spread open in his lap. Now that he had him in the position he wanted, he slipped his hand underneath one of the pillows to retrieve the lube he’d gotten out earlier.

“So you prepared for this?” Jake taunted, watching in amusement as Danny popped open the cap and warmed up the slick liquid in his hands.

“Oh I'm very prepared” Danny replied, unconcerned with Jake’s snarky attempt at rattling his composure. He was in charge right now, and soon enough he’d have Jake fully aware of just how prepared he was.

One lubed up hand wrapped around Jake while the other slipped between his legs to start prodding at his entrance and within moments of beginning his steady strokes he was already slipping a finger inside. Jake relaxed quickly into the feeling of being partially filled, and Danny knew he could take another soon.

With a second finger already inside Jake was wiggling his hips, trying to get Danny to find that spot, but instead Danny only tightened his grip around his cock and started really stroking him.

“Danny…” Jake groaned, stilling his hips and furrowing his brows, “You can’t jerk me off like that or I’ll-”.

“It’s okay, go ahead and cum for me”.

“But Dan-” Jake was cut off by a choked sob as he tried desperately to keep himself contained while Danny vigorously worked him. He started to panic a little when he felt the coil in his stomach tightening knowing it was inevitable it would snap if Danny kept going, but he didn’t want it to end so quickly.

Danny knew where Jake’s thoughts were, knew he didn’t want this to be over, but what Jake didn’t know was that Danny was just getting started. “I know Jake, you’re going to be cumming more than once tonight. Go ahead and give me this one and I promise the next will be even better”.

Jake shot Danny a look, a slightly terrified and also excited all at the same time look, and then he reached his first breaking point. Unable to hold it any longer he came into Danny’s palm immediately feeling how badly he’d needed to get off. Maybe Danny was onto something. There was no way he would have been able to last long no matter what they’d done, so he went ahead and got that one out of the way.

“Are you good?” Danny asked when he felt Jake’s body loosen up again after his orgasm. Jake nodded, looking down at himself now soft and glistening with the remnants of his climax. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you hard again”.

With only a few moments to gather himself, Danny was pulling his fingers out and inching forward on the bed until he was pressing inside slowly, giving Jake the chance to adjust before he started a slow shallow thrust of his hips.

Jake groaned at the sensation. Being fucked was a different pleasure, but with it being so soon after he was still boardlining on overstimulation. Especially when Danny pushed in further and finally reached his spot.

“Fuuuuuck Danny right there!” He cried out, moving his hands only to rake his fingers through his hair as his back arched off the mattress.

“See what I said, look at you” Danny gleamed, proud of himself as Jake glanced back down and saw he was already starting to harden up again. Then Danny gripped Jake by the hips and pulled him further into his lap as he leaned backwards and started a harder faster pace, absolutely breaking Jake further apart with each pound into him and against that bundle of nerves.

The warmth in the pit of his stomach slowly returned as Jake moaned and writhed until Danny was suddenly slowing to a stop. Jake began to question why Danny was pulling out already, but he was silenced with another demand, “stay there”.

Moving from between Jake’s legs, Danny grabbed the bottle of lube again and Jake watched in confusion as he squeezed a few more drops into his hand then swung a leg over Jake’s waist.

“Danny wait are you... but you haven’t-” Jake became concerned when Danny reached behind him to lather Jake up again, though it only lasted a moment because then he felt Danny feeling around for something else. Danny let out a sigh, then leaned forward and revealed a small purple object, a plug.

While Jake was in the shower Danny had actually already taken the time to ready himself, then he’d put the plug in to stay stretched. With it removed now he sank down onto Jake in one fluid motion and they both moaned at the new connection.

Before Jake’s brain could even catch up to the stimulation he was feeling now Danny started bouncing up and down, tossing his head back and letting his jaw fall slack. Danny knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long either, not after all the work he’d already put in, so he started stroking himself until Jake decided to take over.

“Did I say you could move your hands?” Danny tried to maintain his dominance, though the way his thighs began to quiver and the tension in his lower stomach built he knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep it up for much longer anyways. So instead he gave in and let Jake touch him, planting his hands against Jake’s chest to get better control. “I’m so close” he cried, unable to stop his riding until his own orgasm began to wash over him.

“God Danny, don’t stop” Jake moaned, digging his heels into the bedding and taking over fucking Danny until he was shaking and collapsing over onto the bed next to him.

Jake used his cum coated hand to start working himself now that Danny had rolled off him. He’d been promised another orgasm and he was too far gone now to even care if Danny saw him finishing himself off.

“Jake come here” Danny begged, sitting up onto his elbows and pulling on Jake’s arm. Jake looked over at him through heavily lidded eyes, he was so close too he just needed a few more tugs… “Jake” Danny pleaded again, earning his full attention this time when he tugged on his arm again and opened his mouth.

Jake quickly got onto his knees and crawled over to where Danny laid waiting for him. “You want my cum?” He purred using his other hand to cup Danny’s cheek and slip his thumb inside his mouth.

Danny nodded and closed his lips around Jake’s thumb, giving it a suck and a swirl of his tongue before Jake grunted and pulled it out. He inched closer and Danny opened his mouth again, sticking his tongue out as well this time just before Jake painted his face.

Danny was right, he came harder this time than before, partially because it was the second time in one night, though mostly because he was so turned on by all of Danny's lewd acts.

“Since when did you get so kinky?” Jake panted as he fell back down onto the bed next to him, spent and chest heaving.

“Since I started dating the very sexy Jake Kiszka” Danny replied, turning onto his side and throwing an arm and a leg over his boyfriend. “Do you disapprove?”

“No no, absolutely not!” Jake hurriedly replied, taking Danny’s hand in his own and giving it a squeeze. “This was an unexpected treat, thank you”.

“Are you ready for sleep now then?” Danny settled next to him, knowing eventually they’d have to get up and clean off again before getting under the covers, but for now they were satisfied with just holding each other.

“Mhmm” Jake replied, his eyes already closed.

“Just one more thing” Danny continued, waiting until Jake peaked one eye open at him.

“Do you love me?”

#greta van fic #greta van smut #greta van fleet #danny wagner #jake kiszka #gvf #Janny gvf

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sunshinesdaydream · 6 months

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Please see this first post for the origins of this drabble series.

Middle of the Night Feeding with Hardcase (Breastfeeding Edition) Pairing: Hardcase x Reader Rating: SFW/ No Spice Warnings: Breastfed infant (if you prefer bottle fed because trigger reasons see the first post) Word Count: 260

See more Hardcase and other Dad! Clones here (also Uncle Clones) Mission : Buir Masterlist

Before the drabble I would like to say that breastfeeding is not for everyone. No one should feel "insufficient" or not as good of a parent if they can't or choose not to. It's hard, and a lot of the time you end up having to switch anyways. Please keep that in mind when you read this.

Hardcase wakes to the vague snuffling sounds that precedes the actual crying. Shifting you off of him, making sure you stayed asleep, he gets out of bed.

“Lil bit, I have you,” he murmurs to the infant as he lifts her out of the bassinet. “What’s wrong? Hmm? Ah, wet. That’s a problem I can fix,” he hums a pop tune while changing her diaper and putting a fresh sleeper on her.

As soon as he finishes the baby starts making what he calls her “hungry face”.

“Really?” He asks softly. “You know we gotta wake her up for that,”

He makes his way back to the bed and crawls up next to you, baby in one arm. He kisses your cheek and gently wakes you, “babe, sorry, but I can’t do this part,”

Sitting up you pull your shirt off instead of trying to keep it tucked aside. “You should have got me up” you say, noting the fresh sleeper.

“You do more than enough, ner cyare,” he says, as you take the baby. Hardcase shifts the pillows aside and slides behind you, wrapping you both in his arms. He cuddles up behind you, bare chest to your back keeping you warm. His chin on your shoulder watching both of you as the baby nurses. “Mesh’la” he sighs.

“I think we did a pretty good job,” you agree.

“Mmm, yeah, but I meant both of you,” he kisses your cheek. “My strong, beautiful family,” he sighs contentedly and continues watching both of you while drawing patterns on your arm.

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fallingstqrss · 1 year

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summary: after king viserys' death you and aemond argue over aegon's claim to the throne.

tags: aemond x targaryen reader

warnings/context: angst, arguments.

a/n: i wrote this quickly so i might edit it in future.

it was the morning when alicent had entered the chambers you and aemond shared to inform the two of you that the king was dead. you were saddened by the news. you had cared about your grandsire, he had always been kind to you. before she left, alicent said something to you that surprised you. she said the king declared aegon his heir as his final wish. you had a hard time believing this, in the past, king viserys had done nothing but support rhaenyras claim.

you remained silent as aemond spoke with his mother. as alicent left you turned towards the front of your room, crossing your arms across your chest.

"do you really believe the king wanted aegon to be king?" you questioned your husband, who appeared to be deep in thought.

"i don't know. but if that's what mother says," he spoke, you could tell he didn't know what to believe. aemond had always been extremely loyal to his mother, and you assumed it would be no different this time.

"you have to realize how this looks." you stated, aemond turned to look at you, his expression hard. "his grace always supported rhaenyras claim, why did he change his mind on his deathbed? and in front of alicent, aegons mother of all people? why didn't he tell anyone else of his plans?" you questioned, more to yourself than to aemond. though, he answered anyway.

"what does it matter? aegon is going to be king." he stated turning to look away from you, and instead towards the view outside your window.

"everyone know what aegon enjoys doing, what he does in his free time. aegon is not fit to be king." you spoke with a sigh, aemond took steps towards you, he suddenly appeared angry.

"you do not know what you are talking about." aemond spoke through a clenched jaw, his working eye not meeting yours, instead focusing on anything but your face.

"i do know aegon!" you exclaimed. aemond finally looked at you. though, the usually comforting gaze of your husband was instead an angry glare.

"you are just blinded by the fact that you want your mother on the throne!" he yelled. you were taken aback by his tone, physically taking a step away from him. you and your husband had been in arguments before, but he had never raised his voice with you before.

"aemond-" you started, but you were cut off by aemond coming closer to you, grabbing your wrist in his hand. you winced as he took hold of your wrist, his grip painfully tight.

"you don't understand any of this, you should not speak about such things," he spoke, he didn't yell this time, but his voice was just as frightening to you. you didn't recognize the aemond in front of you, nor did you like it. you could feel your eyes beginning to well with tears, you gritted your teeth as you struggled in his grasp.

"aemond, you're hurting me!" you cried, voice shaky as you struggled against his grasp on your wrist. at your words aemond immediately dropped your wrist. you looked up to face him, his face had softened and his guilt was evident across his face. you moved quickly to exit the room, eager to be anywhere but that room. you could hear aemond from behind you.

"y/n, wait-" he spoke, but you ignored his calls, only moving quicker as you hurried down the hall and away from the room.

you had not spoken to aemond the rest of the day. it wasn't hard to ignore him, considering he was gone for the majority of the day searching for aegon. you figured you were okay to go back to your chambers after dinner, considering aemond was still not back. part of you wished he would get held up in flea bottom, searching for aegon.

when aemond did arrive home from his search, he entered your chambers to find you sitting on the bed, small sniffles could be heard coming from you. he could feel his stomach drop, his heart breaking as he listened to your crying, it hurt him more to know he was the reason you were crying. he approached you slowly, careful not to frighten you.

"my love," he spoke quietly, taking small steps towards the bed. he was unsure of what to say, he didn't know how upset you were, as he hadn't seen you all day. when you heard his voice you jumped up from the bed. "i'm sorry." he spoke, you could tell his apology was genuine. you both stood in silence for a moment, both of you were unsure of what to say. finally, you spoke.

"i know that i don't understand some things, but i am not an imbecile aemond." you spoke quietly, eyes avoiding his as you looked at the ground.

"you do not need to explain that to me, you are one of the most brilliant women that i have ever met." he spoke with a soft smile as he took steps closer to you. when he was close enough he brought a hand to cradle one of your cheeks, "i should not have said what i did. i was worried about aemond, and i took out all of my stress and worry on you. you deserve better than that."

"it's okay," you assured him, a small smile coming across your face so that you could prove you weren't lying. you brought a hand up to the hand on your face, holding his hand in your own.

"it was not okay, and i will spend the rest of our lives together trying to make up for it. i swear." he spoke quickly, you smiled at his eagerness to make things right between you as you brought your hand to his cheeks, pulling his face down to yours so that you could kiss him.

#aemond imagine #imagine #oneshot #aemond oneshot #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd #aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x targaryen reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you

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yellow-faerie · 1 month

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Could you talk about one of those Doctor Who aus?

Hello! Thank you anon for the ask :) I have a few AUs that I'm currently rotating in my head but my favourite at the moment is the one I just call The Modern AU - it's official name is The Doctor Project but that's not what I call it. This took me a hot minute to write up because it is a lot.

(Also if you wanted to hear about any of my other AUs, I put some brief descriptions in the tags :D)

The basic premise is that the Doctors are all human and a team that worked together for their variety of expertise during the early 2000s to repel an alien invasion and the effect it has on each of them and their general lives. Also the Tardis is there as the only sensible one of the lot.

Some doctors do have more story fleshed out than others, mostly due to the fact that I'm still quite new to a lot of the eu stuff like Big Finish and the books and certain Doctors I would feel better about having engaged with some more of it before getting some proper stories fledged out (mostly because I hope it will give me some more inspiration lol)

I'll put some more general outline below the cut for anyone interested :)

[Warnings: mentions of abuse, discussions of war and the aftermath, complicated relationships to disability, implied torture ]

First Doctor

So the First Doctor is the oldest of the bunch, a retired surgeon and medical doctor (he used to work at Royal Hope Hospital) who was brought into the Doctor project for his research into medicine.

He spent most of the War in London due to his old age making it difficult to run around cities infested with alien invaders but he does get sent out periodically (mostly when one of the others gets too injured to be moved from their current location which happens a few times).

He had a daughter, Gillian, when he was quite young but he and his wife split up, and his daughter spent most of her time with her mother instead. However, he was the one to gain custody of his daughter's daughter (Susan) when Gillian died as his ex-wife had also died.

When the Doctor was conscripted, Susan was about 15 and stayed with their neighbour Steven over the course of the war, and Vicki and Dodo, two girls he fostered as well while their parents were off fighting.

Due to the secure nature of the work that the Doctor Project was doing, she and her grandfather only exchanged a few letters over the course of each year, and they were always heavily edited, and she found herself finding a lot of the emotional support she was lacking from her two teachers at Cole Hill, Barbara and Ian.

When she left Cole Hill Sixth Form, a year before the war ended, she moved back into her grandfather's house but kept in contact with Barbara and Ian who helped her with finding a job and advice on living alone, etc. This would break GDPR and a host of other protection laws these days but it's the middle of an alien invasion, let's pretend that doesn't exist. They didn't know the Doctor at all until after the war when he returns and it's a bit weird for everyone.

Especially since Ian is completely furious at him for leaving his granddaughter alone, mostly because people meet Susan and get the immediate urge to protect her; they do mostly get over that particular hurdle though as more comes out about how the war ended, although the Doctor doesn't help matters much by being his usual grouchy self.

His usual grouchy self made worse by the fact that everything has changed a lot since he had left home. Susan is in training to be a nurse and has these faux-parental figures she trusts so implicitly, and is decidedly more wary around him; he has also been fundamentally changed by living four years in various bunkers while working against an invisible clock to defeat a foe more technologically advanced that they are.

Eventually things do settle down: Ian and the Doctor apologise to each other, Susan and the Doctor have enough heart-to-hearts that it clears the air between them, that sort of thing.

There's not a whole lot of plot to any of the First Doctor's stuff but the vibes and the setting are pretty much in place.

Second Doctor

The second doctor is probably about forty when he's conscripted and he was a physics lecturer at St. Andrews university, specialising in sound and acoustics and waves, that sort of thing. He invented several new versions of sound systems which is what got him noticed for the Project.

St. Andrews is where he meets Jamie, actually, who was working as a guard; they bonded over a mutual love of music, Jamie in particular on the bagpipes, and then over other mutual interests.

I'm imagining they got married before the war (as this is an alternate history anyway, I'm making gay marriage legal earlier because no-one can stop me) when Jamie went on to fight in the army and the Doctor got conscripted into the project. Both of them being in different deployments so regularly meant letter writing was even more difficult.

After the war, the Doctor gives up the whole lecturing thing, as the project had left him with a bad taste in his mouth over the work he had been doing. Instead, he takes his knowledge of music and goes into conducting an orchestra, as well as giving music lessons on the side.

In like...any instrument; he's not even very good at playing a lot of them but he has the technical know-how to make someone else very good at playing them, if they can get past his eccentricities.

Zoe is the first violin in the orchestra who he gives personal tutoring too in a vague attempt to get her to put some feeling into her music. She's technically very brilliant and knows her way around most string instruments with almost military precision, but she was taught in a very wooden way and the Doctor is attempting to bring that out of her.

Victoria, on the other hand, takes piano lessons from him except she's around like four times a week and barely ever actually plays the piano and they always give her supper because her home life is...not the greatest. Her father's very absent and her mother's dead. It's all a bit iffy.

Eventually, Jamie probably calls Social Services who are overstretched in the aftermath of the war as it is, but she manages to find herself to a very nice foster family (the Harris') who make sure she keeps having her piano lessons. Although they continue not to really be piano lessons.

[I feel that I should put a note on Ben and Polly here; they are sort of known to both One and Two as Polly is Barbara's niece (and quite close to her aunt) and Ben is Two's half brother (but not that close all things considered) - they are the sort of people who come around for birthdays and Christmas and the one off weekend, and give you very thoughtful advice and presents, but that's sort of the limit of your relationship with them.]

Third Doctor

The Third Doctor studied chemistry at university, trying out multiple different branches, and had managed to get noticed for a variety of things such as creating a few new medications, discovering the compounds of some rarer chemicals, that sort of thing (I will admit, I don't know what makes a chemist famous).

Sarah Jane is his younger sister by about twenty years: when she was younger, she had a bit of a hero worship of him going on but nowadays she's much more sensible.

He worked at Cambridge with Liz before the war, and a lot of the breakthroughs they made together; they (and by they I mean the Doctor has while Liz is facepalming in the background) have a bitter rivalry with the Oxford researcher Emil Masters (the Delgado Master).

They are married but they keep that out of their professional rivalries.

After the war, however, the Doctor stays with UNIT. He's the only one of the doctors to do this and it's mostly because he doesn't trust that unit won't make terrible decisions with the research the Doctor Project produced, so he stays as a Scientific Advisor and pokes his nose into everyone's business to keep his conscience clean.

Jo is his assistant as per canon, only now she is being invited around for supper four times a week at his house and is probably inheriting everything that both the Master and the Doctor own when they eventually die.

They turn up to her wedding to Cliff when her parents don't.

Once again, this is incredibly vibes based rather than very much plot; there's probably going to be something to do with Jo falling out with her family, but that's about as far as I got with it. It's mostly fluff at this point lol.

[Also a note about the incarnations of the Master: while the doctors aren't actually related, the incarnations of the Master are because I find that entertaining, and also there are less of them]

Fourth Doctor

The Fourth Doctor is an environmental activist before the war! He got a PhD in ecology and then proceeded to throw away a promising career in academia (his parents' words) to gallivant around the planet doomsday prophesying.

What he's actually doing is blackmailing people into implementing climate saving machines, etc. so that he isn't Doomsday prophesying; he actually meets Sarah doing this because they both get thrown in prison for getting nosy around a nuclear power plant and thus is the start of a beautiful friendship/relationship, it's really unclear to everyone else.

He has two sisters; Winifred (although everyone calls her Fred) who is Romana I, and Romana who is Romana II. Romana turns 18 just before the war and Fred turns 25 around the same time, while the Doctor is 30ish.

Romana immediately joins MI6 (she had always wanted to be in the secret service) and the Doctor gets roped into the Doctor project, which means that when Fred dies during the war, neither of them get informed for months due to the lack of proper communication channels.

This is something they both feel very guilty about, especially considering the fact that they have two nephews who got immediately lost in the overworked system without any other relative around who could look after them.

Anyway, also during the war, the Doctor gets captured by the aliens, and held for a good few months; he barely ever acknowledges that this ever happened to anyone, even when he is literally hospitalised after rescue. He just...pretends that everything is fine and dandy actually.

His doctor is actually Harry who then gets roped into the whole Very Secret Doctor Project thing for like a month until the Doctor was determined to no longer need constant observation etc and then he's just sent back to his ship.

However, Harry has better communication with home than the Doctor, and also shore leave, so he's sent to basically tell Sarah Jane that the Doctor is alive and alright - they immediately hit it off and so after the war, Harry and she hang out a lot until he's also living in the house with her, the Doctor and their gaggle of foster children (their are a lot of orphans after the war and so the three of them foster).

The actual content of their relationship is debateable - they could be a throuple, it could be that two of them are a couple and the other is third wheeling like a boss, it could be that none of them are romantically involved at all - but they do care for each other a lot.

Also the children are Luke and Sky from SJA and Leela, who's probably about 16. They have a dog, too, called K9 because the Doctor has called every dog he has ever owned since he wasa child K9, and just added a MK on the end; currently they're on Mk IV.

After the war, they just sort of settle back into what they were doing before; Sarah Jane writes for her newspapers and magazines, Harry takes up a civilian doctor's position again at New Hope and the Doctor returns to blackmailing people into Doing Better, only none of them are all that alright after the war and hiding it affects how well they are with other people.

There are some arguments had, mostly with the Doctor and Sarah Jane as Harry is much more mild mannered - with each other, with various siblings, with annoying work colleagues - until they at least admit that something is wrong, and then they go from there.

Fifth Doctor

The Fifth Doctor is the computer guy. He studied computer science at university and as well as developing quite a lot of high level software, he also developed cheaper hardware storage stuff.

With a lack of people I wanted to make him related to, I made him a Cranleigh - I think this was so he could go to boarding school and hate literally everything about it apart from cricket. His notes say that he cuts most communication with his family after going to university so they're not that important to the story.

During the war, he gets caught under a collapsing building at one point which causes nerve damage to his spine which affects the communication between his legs and his brain, periodically causing the connection to short out and his legs to collapse; the collapsed building also means that he can get quite a lot of pain in his legs, and should really be using crutches (only he forgets to bring them with him a lot).

Before the war, he works for some sort of big tech company who fund a lot of his research but after the war he doesn't particularly want to do research any more - nor work for a big tech company - and goes on to lead the IT department at Royal Hope. Which consists of Turlough (who is there because he needs a job after school and he heard that IT jobs were really easy actually) and possibly a few other characters (I've heard of some that exist in audio format, so when I get there, I may edit this).

He also fosters two kids in the aftermath of the war: Adric, who's mother was Fred and who's older brother died in the time that they were lost in the foster system, and Nyssa, who's father Tremas Masters (the Ainley Master) got imprisoned for murdering both of his wives and very sweetly asked his old university roommate if he might very kindly look after her for him.

Tegan is Nyssa's girlfriend and is subsequently always around at their house, to the point that the Doctor just gave her a key and makes supper expecting that she'll be there.

As for Peri, she and the Doctor meet at the local garden centre, and now she comes around to help look after his garden because her apartment is too small for a proper one (she and Six keep saying that they're saving up for an actual house but that might be a commitment too far).

There are the inklings of an actual plot idea I had here? In my head, somehow the Master escapes prison and intends on escaping the country with his daughter, only the Doctor is like no??? You can't do that to Nyssa??? And someone gets hospitalised.

[A note about Royal Hope, and also Cole Hill, and other reoccurring places: occasionally, the characters coincidentally working at these places is an actual coincidence, but the rest of the time it's because the Tardis has a lot of sway with people and she is always pushing the doctors and their friends to work in similar places so that they actually talk to each other again.

Or something like that. Honestly it's just plot contrivance because I like putting them in the same working environment, it makes it easier for me]

Sixth Doctor

The Sixth Doctor studies law and philosophy, being a lawyer both before and after the war. He's a really good one too, just really obnoxious.

I don't have a lot for the Sixth Doctor yet because I know he has a few audios that I want to listen to for some ideas, but I am very fond of the two seasons we got of him so here's what I have:

Peri meets the Doctor because he represents her in court when she's fighting her stepfather over something; after the court case (which they win) they go out for a few dates, and even though he's obnoxious and incredibly big-headed, he's also weirdly sweet and gentlemanly and so they get together officially.

Then the war starts and the idle talk they had of getting married/getting a house gets pushed aside while the Doctor joins the project and Peri helps with farm work by using her botany to develop crop something or other.

The war really did affect the Doctor. When he was younger, he suffered from Bipolar Depression but got it under control with medication and therapy, but the war and it's aftermath dragged that out of the depths which definitely put an extra strain on his and Peri's relationship.

When it's really bad, he did try to strangle her (like in the show) which did cause her to leave; but she does come back eventually, after the Doctor calls to apologise, and he does get it back under control.

At some points, it's really not the healthiest relationship, but it doesn't stay like that forever; it's something I really want to get into with my writing and I have the outlines of a fic over the period that he and Peri spend sort of separated.

On a lighter note, some of the other characters of the era! The Master keeps appearing on his doorstep after escaping prison looking for help and the Doctor keeps refusing to give it because he did try to kill Five; he once is a prosecutor against the Rani for unethical experimentation and she straight up sends a hit out against him; the Valeyard is his coworker who hates the Doctor a lot more than the Doctor hates him; and Mel is straight up just his personal trainer at the gym who got WAY too invested in his life.

Seventh Doctor

The seventh doctor is a high level tactician for the MOD before the war, and is actually one of the ones to help collect the other doctors together. He actually continues to do his MOD job while doing the Doctor Project which means he's the only doctor to really have a good understanding of what's happening around the world in real time.

However, he doesn't really have anyone to write home about. He grew up in foster care and it took a lot of effort to get to where he was at the outbreak of war, and so he didn't exactly have that many friends about.

The exception to that is Mel who he grew up with in part and so he does send her the odd letter.

After the war, he gets made redundant by the MOD and goes on to become a PE teacher at Cole Hill; he always dresses like he might be lecturing on politics or history, and stands on the sidelines while watching the students. Or he actually lectures on history or politics; honestly the amount of PE that's done is reliant on the mood.

He also ends up living with Ace; officially, she's his foster daughter, but she's so fiercely independent that she insists that they're roommates and he was willing to accept that.

I wish I did have more for him but I'm hoping that as I get through the Audios and books and such like, I'll get a better understanding of his era and the characters around it to make something a bit more developed.

Eighth Doctor

I'm only eight or so audios into this doctor's travels with Charley, and I have yet to read the Eighth Doctor Adventures (although I am looking to) so this isn't at all a complete section.

The Doctor is an expert in psychiatry and neuroscience, specifically in memory, mostly due to his own issues with memory throughout his childhood.

I'm still debating what the actual cause of the memory issues are, but I'm thinking that it might be because he had epilepsy as a child that was believed to have gone as he grew into adolescence but returned due to one (or multiple) head injuries during the war. I know there are certain types of epilepsy that can really affect the memory.

Either way, the Doctor also seems to be a bit of a romantic and very easily swept up in someone else's life; I see him, before the war, having a disastrous marriage to Grace Holloway which breaks down over four years of not seeing each other and ends in divorce as Grace returns to the states.

After the war, I think that he rents out the rooms in his house which is how he meets Charley, but that's about as far as I can really go with other relationships in his life because I haven't seen anything else of his stuff.

Ninth Doctor

The Ninth Doctor is an expert in mechanical engineering and is the one who does the main body of creating the Moment (the thing that takes out the alien invader's mothership).

He is the son of the War Doctor who's the General who Seven went to with his idea of creating a project to end the war, and the one who officially leads them. He mostly raised the Doctor single-handedly but was not exactly the most caring man in the universe.

The Doctor has a lot of very complicated feelings about his father which don't really get resolved because he (the War Doctor) sacrifices himself to set off the Moment.

Anyway, the Doctor never really wanted to get into Academics and become some sort of fantastic mechanical engineer but his father really pushed it (especially when it became clear the Doctor would never join the army); so after the war, he becomes a sort of freelance mechanic and works with Mickey.

Which is where he meets Rose. Rose often comes to visit Mickey at the end of his shifts because they're friends and live close together, and so she and the Doctor meet regularly there until they are both like...want to go travelling?

Rose was 19 when the war started, and runs the Bad Wolf magazine which she basically created at the beginning as a sort fo morale booster and also because she didn't like how the newspapers were reporting and wanted to make something that wasn't filtered through a hundred government filters; Sarah Jane actually writes for it during the war and on occasion afterwards, and is quite a good friend of Rose's for all that they don't see each other face-to-face all that often.

Still, after the war, sales of Bad Wolf kinda drops off a bit but Rose really loves the magazine and so wants to try something different: she wants to travel so she can see the world, and show people how people are rebuilding and getting their lives back in the aftermath (and help out where she can). She tells the Doctor this and then he offers her his van, and they start travelling together.

They live out the back of his van for years and they're quite happy to do it; they get married in Paris, periodically come back to visit Jackie (who is naturally rather displeased about this life choice they've made - although it's fine because they paid for her to come to Paris for the wedding), and just generally having a good time. They're like van lifers except not obnoxious about it, and when they eventually have Mia, they move back to the UK somewhat permanently (they still travel on holidays) so that she is living somewhere steady and permanent in her upbringing.

We also can't forget about Jack - he was a pilot during the war who also wrote for Bad Wolf, usually entertaining and slightly flirty pieces, and after the war, Rose and the Doctor invited him to travel with them after a few years. When they settle down in London, he moves to Cardiff for a bit on a 'journey of self discovery' where he meets the various Torchwood team (I have to admit I haven't got around to watching Torchwood yet).

He is Mia's godfather (so is Mickey, and Shareen is her godmother) and he dotes on her like no-one's business.

Tenth Doctor

The Tenth Doctor is an expert in anthropology and archaeology. He's Donna's little brother although there isn't much of an age difference between the two of them.

Of all the doctors, he's probably the one I've had the hardest time with.

I know he has a wife who died during the war (I'm thinking that this might be Astrid, for lack of someone better), and that Donna's boyfriend Lee died during the war as well - a lot of people did, during bombings and attacks and that sort of thing - and that with his wife he had a daughter (Jenny) (although I'm also playing around with the idea that he also had a younger daughter, that being Sally - as in Sally from Blink).

In the aftermath of the war, then, he and Donna move in together to help each other out, and eventually their mother and grandfather join them as old age arrives.

Donna meets Shawn in the aftermath and they get on well, and have a very healthy relationship and marriage. On the other hand, we have the Doctor who has the worst situationship ever with Martha.

In the aftermath of his wife's death, he meets Martha who got her medical licence during the war and has been working at Royal Hope since then, and I know that they probably hook up a few times in what is absolutely not recommended.

This is where I get a bit stuck on how things develop from here. I've been getting fonder and fonder of Tenmartha as I think on it more (although Martha does not deserve him) but I do quite like the idea of the two of them coming out of trying to force a relationship and being like...oh we're much better and healthier as friends.

Also, although that epilogue for them came out of nowhere, I do think that Mickey and Martha have a lot of potential as a couple.

There's a lot more I would like to develop here but I shall see what happens as I start writing some more of this.

Eleventh Doctor

The Eleventh Doctor was chosen for his mathematical skill. He's also the youngest of all of them, having just finished his PhD at age 20 as the war broke out.

He's the adopted son of Brian, so Rory's younger brother by a few years, and used to follow him and Amy around like a duckling that had imprinted on the closest moving thing. He did end up going to university quite young (honestly like most of the rest of the doctors) and it's there that he met Strax, Vastra and Jenny who took him under their wing as they were older students.

The war happens before he can really start a job and after the war, he struggles for a bit to find his place, but eventually ends up working with his old university friends in the Paternoster Detective Agency.

Amy and Rory get married after the war - Rory is a nurse at Royal Hope, which he was training for before the war, and Amy is a painter. She always intended on being a model or something like a fashion reporter, but during the war she found painting brought her (and others) the joy that could sometimes be very lacking in such a desperate time.

Her favourite artist is Vincent van Gogh.

They have Melody, although her birth is rife with complications, and so they decide to settle very happily with just the one daughter. She is doted on so completely by everyone, especially her uncle; there's a period when she's like four or five when she is convinced that the Doctor is a secret agent of some sort and gets really into all the spy sort of things.

She makes him play dress up with her and she calls herself River Song because it sounds cool and secret-agenty and the Doctor is her quirky sidekick.

[I debated with putting River Song in as a separate character but I wasn't quite sure what I would do with her? There's potential there for an AU of sorts where she is there, but I unfortunately never quite vibed fully enough with River for her to be a major player in the Main AU]

He lives with the Ponds for a bit after the war, and then moves in with Craig, but when Craig moves out with Sophie, he mopes about it and moves back in with the Ponds.

It's around this time that he meets Clara; she's an English teacher at Cole Hill and her mother went missing nearly five years ago. After trying to get the police to do anything at all, and then saving up the money, she hires the Paternoster gang to find out what happened.

What actually happened is still a bit of a mystery, but she definitely isn't still alive, which the Doctor is the one to tell her the news.

I don't think I'm going to do anything romantic with them but I do think they're quite cute together, so I might dabble. But also I quite like the Doctor being aro and I can see him just living with the Ponds and never leaving.

Twelfth Doctor

The Twelfth Doctor is an astrophysicist. He's spent a lot of his life developing telescopes and astral bodies, but after the war, he mostly just lectures. He's such a longstanding part of St Luke's university that they probably couldn't fire him for anything short of murder.

He's married to Missy quite young, actually, although they never had children; she has spent like half of their marriage in prison though, and now spends most of her time hanging around the Doctor's office being annoying to all his students.

During the war, he did get blinded. It's something he has a complicated relationship with, and does not like it when people mention it around him. He uses a cane when he moves around and wears sunglasses because it hides that his eyes aren't necessarily looking at the person he's talking to.

Again, he has a complicated relationship with it.

Nardole is his teaching assistant, only he's massively overbearing about every aspect of the Doctor's life (only he just manages to be endearing enough that the Doctor doesn't just fire him on the spot).

Bill is, like in canon, someone the Doctor tutors, only now instead of getting to see the galaxy, she has he, Missy and Nardole giving her wildly different yet equally terrible dating advice, which somehow works to get her with Heather.

As for Clara, I genuinely don't know what to do with her; she's such a big part of the Twelfth Doctor's story that I do really want to have her be an important character, but I don't know how. If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them!

Thirteenth Doctor

The Thirteenth Doctor is an expert in microbiology. She's a government researcher into disease for the few years before the war, but after the war, she becomes an A&E nurse. She found that she preferred chaos and wanted something that was less science based but still within her interests.

She's fostered by Graham as a child, which is how she knows him, and subsequently how she comes to know Ryan and Grace, when Graham meets them. Her mother was Tecteun who she was taken away from when she was twelve due to the fact that Tecteun was a piece of shit (as in canon).

She wrote a lot to all of them during the war; out of all the Doctors, she probably spent the most writing letters (apart from maybe Six who wrote to Peri...so much, he spent so much time agonising over writing letters to her).

She knew Yaz from school and they both moved to London after the war - they met up again when they both returned from the war, and they decided that a change of scenery from the place they grew up might do them good.

London was one of the main targets during the war so there was a lot of practical work and training to do in both the police force and in nursing (which is what the Doctor wants to go into); they stay in shared accomodation and volunteer to help with the rebuilding effort in some of their free time.

When the rebuilding is mostly finished and everything has started to even out again, they stay in London; the Doctor has a job at Royal Hope and Yaz has found her footing in the local police force. They visit Sheffield a lot though, and invite Ryan to stay with them a lot, so he can get away from all the Old People.

Fourteenth Doctor

The Fourteenth Doctor technically doesn't exist. The Doylist reasoning for this is because there was far too little that separated the Fourteenth Doctor out to make him his own character in a modern AU; the Watsonian is because there was meant to be a Fourteenth member of the Doctor Project but he died in transit to the first meeting. Out of respect, the rest skip over the number that was meant to be his.

I've played around with the idea that the Fourteenth and the Tenth Doctor were siblings/related/possibly twins but I think this might be more of an AU sort of thing.

Fifteenth Doctor

Obviously we haven't had the Fifteenth Doctor's actual first season yet or much of anything for him (very excited for it though) so this is very much a work in progress - I'll make more decisions about his story after the season has come out and I've watched it; from vibes alone though, I think he'd be possibly an expert in sociology, and after the war he would own a club or something similar, where Ruby would get herself a job.

Notes and Stuff

Congratulations for getting this far lol! This AU is very precious to me and gets bigger every time I watch a new episode/listen to a new drama/rewatch/relisten/etc.

There are a few general things I'd probably note: all the Doctors have like...actual names (mostly John or a variation there of) but I refer to them all as the Doctor because that's what rolls off the tongue more easily.

Another thing is Idris/the Tardis - on one hand, the original idea was that she would die and her funeral would be the thing to get the Doctors back together so to say, but the more I think about it, the more I would like her to live.

I'm planning on writing some fic for this AU and posting it to AO3 - there's a Sixperi fic I really want to write, and I'm a sucker for some family fluff with various Doctors - and I might draw some stuff, so stick around if you're interested :)

I've only been really into Doctor who for four or five months, and with such an expansive EU (and frankly, such a lot of main content), there's a lot I don't know (although I very much intend to know it one day). If you got this far, I would honestly love to hear your general thoughts and ideas on the AU, a lot of the Eleventh Doctor stuff I worked out was developed from conversation I had with a friend!

Anyway, thank you for getting this far! And thank you for the ask to let me ramble, it took me a while to get all the rambling together but now I've finished, I'm really pleased I got here.

#Doctor Who #First Doctor #Second Doctor #Third Doctor #Fourth Doctor #Fifth Doctor #Sixth Doctor #Seventh Doctor #Eighth Doctor #Ninth Doctor #Tenth Doctor #Eleventh Doctor #Twelfth Doctor #Thirteenth Doctor #Fourteenth Doctor #Fifteenth Doctor #Doctor Who Modern AU #Time Petals #Sixperi #Thoschei #also if you are interested in hearing about any of my other AUs #I can elaborate on those too #I have a Bad Wolf sort of fic where Rose ends up travelling with each of the Doctors in turn #(because I'm a Rose girlie at heart)#I also had an idea for an Eleventh Doctor fic where he actually did come back when Amy was still seven #And another where Mel is a Time Anomaly (don't ask me where that idea came from lol)#Also one where Romana stays with the Doctor and the two of them spend the rest of eternity giving the Time Lords the middle finger #I am about to listen to the first season of the Gallifrey audios but I just think Romana should get to hang out in the TARDIS being iconic #for the rest of time #I also have another modern AU where the Doctor is multiple people

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hereforlou · 9 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

I was tagged by @dudeyuri to answer these BB related questions by @fiercynn Thank youuu <3 these are always fun but I often forget to do them u_u

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

I’m Maggie (Magui), from Argentina, in my 30s, just enjoying the creative burst this show (which I love very, very much) gave me until it petters out. I’ve been in a loOOooOOoot of fandoms under different usernames over the years and I tend to delete stuff from the internet without much warning, so save what you like (but don’t repost, please!)

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I watched it from episode 1 as it aired and could feel the brain rot spreading week after week but didn’t write fic until the day after the last episode came out, and I don’t think I posted any drawings until one or two months later? But I have the first couple of doodles I made on an old sketchbook after the first ep! (note I needed to write their names to remember what they were)

favorite ship(s)

PatPran and InkPa

favorite character(s)

I really can’t choose so I’ll say Nong Nao.

favorite episode(s)

I have a soft spot for ep 11 - running away together to a safe place, both trying to understand each other, the silly guy scene, Our Song, the imaginary montage at the end, the memory of watching it for the first time and being sucker punched by the ep 12 preview??? perfect all around x_x

favorite scene(s)

Off the top of my head (and in chronological order): the trashcan scene in ep 1, the bus stop role-play, rooftop kiss, the last scene/montage in ep 7, the simultaneous parent confrontation and rooftop meeting in ep 10, the silly guy convo at the beach, the last scene with the tin cans on ep 12 ;_;

one thing you would change about the show if you could

I think everyone answered the same thing but the whole Wai conflict and how they resolved it (including maybe Pat getting shot, though at this point would it really be BBS without Pat getting shot?)

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I'll stick to people instead of particular fanworks, and only those I know for sure are on Tumblr so I can tag them, I'm really sorry if I forget someone!!

@architectxengineer @kit-teung @kornswasianguyswag @miscellar @dimplesandfierceeyes @yourunwiththewolves @icouldhyperfixatehim @fiercynn @charthanry @isaksbestpillow @pransobrave @faillen @jemmo @snickerdoodlles @alexshenry @nanons @mantrisanu

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

Have I shown you the fridge magnets I made over a year ago? They’re pretty wonky but I think they're cute, considering I don’t know what I’m doing

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

youtube

I'll tag the same people I mentioned above, if you haven't done it and want to:

#bad buddy #an art tag #*

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Heavy Hearts Ch 3

Casey Novak x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut. fyi: Casey's taglist is now above 50ppl, so I will be editing as I add to this post/other stories. if you get taken off it's likely that your url was spelled wrong, tumblr won't link it, you changed url's or simply you're not engaging with the work anymore. if you still want to be tagged, dm me to sort things out!

While you were getting ready you were incredibly thankful for the couple of coolers you had stashed in your dorm room to help you relax and unwind before meeting up with Casey. You didn’t go out or party much it just never appealed to you, even in college when everyone was running off to keggers and sorority nights you had minimal to no interest in behaving like an idiot, making out with a random in front of the entire party and definitely no desire to be puking in the bushes. You were sure some of that was due to your conditioning of proper appearances while growing up, despite having been introduced to wine, champagne and high end liquor early in your teenage years thanks to the prestigious family upbringing. You wanted to focus on school and making a name for yourself, especially one that wasn’t associated with your family name.

So tonight your C.D player ran through some of your favourites as you got ready, trying on a multitude of outfits until you found something that was absolutely perfect. You spent far too long on your hair and makeup, but again, didn’t want to disappoint. You were either on a sort of date with Casey tonight or had to prove that you could hold your own amongst her friend group, and both were incredibly important. With a loud swear you checked your clock, you needed to be downstairs in five, so what you’d accomplished by now would have to do. Making sure you had your ID, cash and keys shoved in pockets or cleavage, you shoved on some shoes and scurried down to the parking lot. There was no mistaking the car waiting for you, a loud playlist bumping through the night air, a squeal from Casey as the backdoor swung open,

“Oh my god you look amazing! Come on!”

It was clear you hadn’t been the only one pre-gaming tonight as Casey drug you into the backseat, barely giving you enough time to buckle up before the car peeled off through the streets. You were very quickly introduced to the rest of the group, sharing bright greetings, smiles and laughs, thankful that at least there was still some sense to be had, the driver assuring you she was sober and would remain so.

Things were in full swing by the time you got to the club, and when you did so, you noticed how everyone simply disappeared into the crowd, hell bent on their own agendas for the evening. And honestly, you weren’t complaining about being left alone with Casey, who turned to you with a wicked grin on that adorable face that nearly made your heart race.

“Drinks?” She offered nodding toward the bar.

“Please!” You laughed back, your cheeks heating at the way she grabbed your hand to lead you through the thick crowd until you arrived at the bar.

“Two vodka sodas!” She yelled over to the bartender who made them with a quick grin.

“How about some shots girls?” He asked and you laughed, glancing toward Casey and she prompted you to take the lead.

“Tequila!”

“I like the way you think!” He teased back, pouring out the shots, placing limes over the top of the glasses.

Casey took care of the first round before you could even blink, you swatted at her arm and insisted that next time was on you. Instead of protesting she simply picked up the tequila shot in a prompt to clink the glass with yours and down the liquor, so you did so, trying not to grimace at the way it burned down your throat. With a little shake of your head you laughed, passing the empty shot glasses back to the bar as you picked up your drinks, quickly sucking back at the alcohol.

The club was loud, coloured lights swaying through the space, strobing over the dance floor, music blasting through the entire bar. You were thankful that Casey didn’t instantly drag you out on the dance floor, the two of you staying off to the side as you surveyed the scene, occasionally remarking a thing or two to each other as you finished your drinks. Another round of drinks and shots, this time with a second shot option that was given on the house and you were nearly ready for action, starting to groove with the music, letting loose as you held your spots against the bar. As the alcohol coursed through your veins, warming your entire body, you were quick to find Casey tucking into the crook of your neck while she spoke so you could actually hear her, similarity, you’d pull her back to you, popping up on your toes to laugh a joke back into her ear. Finally the bartender slid another round of shots across the bar to the two of you on the house and with a million thank you’s you clinked your glasses together along with his before shooting them back.

Casey laughed softly when you grimaced at the taste of the liquor, pinching at your chin gently, pulling a playful scowl from you, “can’t handle your booze Vanderbilt?”

“Too fucking sweet.” You called back and she laughed once again.

The two of you picked up your fresh drinks and moved away from the bar, perching at a high top to survey the crowd and the vibe going on through the club while you finished your drinks. You found a couple of the friends you’d come with, two on the dance floor while the others were scattered around the space, drinking at the other bar or no doubt flirting with whomever they were talking to currently.

“Let’s go dance!” Casey nearly shrieked the alcohol soothing through her veins now, her confidence coming out, knowing that she could drag you out there.

With a little giggle you accepted the way her fingers linked within your own and she tugged you onto the dance floor. At first it was friendly, dancing with each other with laughs on your cheeks, enjoying the music, letting loose to the feeling. You let the music take over, smiles on your faces as you moved to the beat, jumping to the music and screaming along with the lyrics. Casey couldn’t help the way her hands found their way to your hips, guiding their movement closer to hers, testing the waters in the darkness of the club. To her surprise when the song became sultrier, you turned back in her arms, one of yours looping up behind her neck as your hips began to grind back against hers. She felt her breath catch in her throat, but didn’t stop, rocking her hips into you, tugging you tighter to her as your dancing became less movement and more grinding. Your head fell back against her shoulder, your free hand bringing hers tighter around you, nearly guiding it up your torso, daring her to cup your chest. Instead she took her chance, her lips tenderly meeting the burning skin of your neck, even over the music she felt you shudder, the low moan you let out vibrating through you. She pressed another kiss to your skin, her lips beginning to trail down your neck and her lips curved into a smirk when she felt your fingers tug into her hair. Her hands settled on your hips, nudging at you gently to turn you in her arms and you instinctively looped your arms around her shoulders, continuing to rock with the beat of the music. One of her arms wrapped around you, pulling you right to her, lips practically hovering over your own as you continued to dance. You couldn’t help but smirk, teasing her lightly as you leant in to speak into her ear,

“You getting shy on me now Novak?”

“Oh please!” She chuckled, the sound bringing goosebumps to your skin as you joined in on the laughter.

One of her hands came up, running along your cheek until it was cupping the back of your head, guiding your lips to hers until they met. There was the tiniest moment of hesitancy as you both relaxed into each other before your lips began to move with grace. You could feel the sparks flying through your body and surging straight into hers, dancing their way down into her stomach, both blooming the butterflies and soothing them in the same moment. The kiss deepened, Casey cautiously stepping backwards until the two of you were up against the wall in the corner of the dance floor instead of in the middle of it. There was fire behind the kiss, yet it was still so incredibly tender, the way Casey cupped your face, her thumb stroking across your skin ever so lightly, you weren’t sure if you’d ever felt this way while you kissed someone before, especially not during a first kiss. It was like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss Casey without even realizing it and you were finally getting your one in a million chance.

Casey’s tongue delved into your mouth and you let out a sigh into the kiss, your tongue moving in rhythm with hers as she pulled you tighter to her. Her entire body was alight with a low burning fire, desire coursing through her veins as pleasure clouded her thoughts, the music invading her only sense left as she let herself get lost in you. She’d been wanting to kiss you for a while now, especially since she found out you were likely interested though she hadn’t been sure what her intentions were going to be. She figured there was nothing wrong with a college fling, friends with benefits while you focussed on classes and making it through the semesters. But the moment she met your lips she felt the surge within her, her heart suddenly racing and she knew that this was something so much more than that, that this kiss was beginning of many, many more. She’d heard so many stories about laying eyes on ‘the one’, about how the world would stop spinning the moment the first kiss happened but she’d never believed it was an actual thing until now.

You were at the point where you were so deep in the kiss you never wanted it to stop, but you knew that oxygen was also a very important part of life. Breathlessly you pulled an inch away, the lights strobing over the two of you in the club and you glanced up at her, both of you panting, lips parted, Casey’s eyes hooded as she gazed down at you, a small smile on both of your cheeks before you finally spoke.

“Any chance you wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Casey grinned wickedly, ducking in to steal another kiss before her hand linked in yours and the two of you darted from the club in a small fit of laughter, hailing a cab back to campus.

You’d never been happier that your roommate was never home and you wouldn’t have to deal with potential interruptions as you and Casey barged through the door. It barely managed to get locked before hands were back roaming skin, tickling under hemlines, teasing to go further, leaving shivers in their paths. You let out a gasp into the kiss as her fingers pinched at your tits through your shirt before they sunk lower, tugging it off you and you shivered as her hands trailed over your bare skin.

Hands groped at each other, exploring the other person’s body while clothes were slowly dropped to the floor, Casey’s hands unclipped your bra, tossing it to the ground before you dropped onto the bed behind you and she let out a happy sigh of a laugh, eyes dragging over you.

“God you’re beautiful.”

“Stop.” You laughed, a flush taking over your cheeks and she shot you a wicked grin, her hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her own bra, letting it all fall off before she caged you to the bed, lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss. This one was deeper than the last, tongue delving into your mouth as her hands roamed your body. You moaned against her, your own hands grabbing at her ass, grinding her hips down against you and she whimpered into the kiss.

Every touch was full of sensitive fire, the way your fingers roamed over each other’s bodies, not leaving a single inch unexplored, the room filling with breathy moans and gasps. Both of you truly invested in making the other feel absolute and total pleasure, not wanting to waste a single opportunity while you had them here with you now. Fingers were replaced with mouths, alternating between the two and on each other until you had pulled peak after peak from each other. There was nothing but passion, adoration, attraction and heat pulsating through the room between your breaths until you were collapsed in the bed together, bodies shivering in aftershocks as you began to come down from your highs. There was absolutely no doubt in the world, or to either of you that this was exactly where you belonged, that this night had meant to happen. It wasn’t just by chance you’d ended up at the club together, it was a moment in your lives that some higher power had deemed destiny. Neither of you had ever experienced anything like it, your hearts fluttering in your chests, little laughs escaping your lips as you started to catch your breath. It was the blooming of an entirely new sensation neither of you had ever felt before and you knew it.

Casey laid on her back, her arm winding around you, pulling you to rest on her chest, her hand coming to play with her hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. Your eyes fluttered, doing their best to not fall asleep right away as your breathing started to regulate, feeling Casey’s heartbeat beginning to slow under your ear.

“I’m really glad you invited me out tonight.” You murmured, pressing a kiss into her skin.

“So am I.” She replied, her lips curving up into a smile as her hands ghosted over your body, “you want me to stay or…?”

“Stay. Please.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled again, kissing the top of you head and holding your tighter to her, finally letting her eyes shut, knowing you were happy and safe in her arms and she would be able to get a very decent night’s rest.

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2af-afterdark · 10 months

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Lover For the Night

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me Relationships: OC/Mammon Characters: Mammon, Female demon OC Additional Tags: afab!oc, angst, prostitution, unrequited love, oc is not mc Summary: The customer is always right, she thinks. She’s supposed to help them fulfill their desires without worrying about their life outside of the bedroom. When she looks at this client, though, she can read the entire story about why he came to her on his face. A/N: Yes, this demon OC is an actual Obey Me OC I have and I love her. Her nickname is "Hatt". Word Count: 888

“You're pretty cute," she said as she began to strip off her dress (if it could even be called that).

He sat on the bed with a grimace on his face. "I ain't cute."

"Oh. Understood." Her clothing dropped in a bundle around her feet and she delicately stepped out of it. "Is this your first time ordering someone? You seem tense."

His eyes blew wide before his brows furrowed. "That ain't any of your business!"

Based on that reaction, it was most definitely his first time.

"I'm not judging. Everyone starts somewhere." Her tail flicked behind her as she sat beside him on the silken bedsheets. "Wanna grab a shower first? It helps with the nerves." It also gave her time to get into character.

He stood so quickly that she thought he'd run from the hotel room altogether. Instead, he made a beeline for the bathroom and practically slammed the door behind him. It wasn't until she heard the shower turn on that she summoned the contract he'd signed and looked over it once again to ensure she had all the details correct.

His name was Mammon, but she already knew that the second she saw him (it was hard to pretend she didn't know one of the seven rulers of the Devildom, after all). He'd specifically requested a demon that could shape shift and given a detailed description of what character she would be expected to play. It was so detailed that she doubted it was a completely independent thought. Poor guy probably had a crush, and, based on the description, she could guess who it was. It's not as if she cared. After all, he wouldn't be the first or last person to ask her to turn into someone who really existed rather than a fantasy.

Further down, she perused what kind scenario he'd requested and laughed internally when her eyes met the word virgin. It seemed he had expectations of his crush that she couldn’t live up to, but he had to know that a demon that sold sex wouldn't be a virgin (even if she could play the part of one).

She dismissed the contract back to the ether and waited on the bed in only her underwear until he was done with his shower. When he came out, he only had a towel wrapped around his hips. It framed his figure nicely and she could see firsthand that the magazines that always featured him had not needed to do a lot of editing.

"Did it help?" she asked.

"A bit."

"Good!" She stood from the bed. "It's my turn then. You get comfy and then we can start after I come out. Okay?"

He nodded but didn't say anything else as she walked into the bathroom.

The room was still steamy from the shower he'd just taken, there were small puddles of water on the floor following his footsteps, and the mirror was fogged over. She placed her hand against the mirror and wiped away the condensation so she could finally see her own face, although it wouldn't be hers for much longer. Mammon had given a clear description and all she had to do was match it. It helped that she would be copying someone with a claim to fame (even a minor one) because it meant photos of them sometimes circulated around and made it easier to mimic them.

She turned away from the mirror and stepped into the shower where she could let the water fall over her.

By the time she stepped out, she was a completely different person. Her tail had been put away, her hair and completion had changed, and her body structure had shifted. The only thing that remained the same were her small, knobby horns that she couldn’t change. Fortunately, they couldn't be seen unless she went completely bald. If it was just for one night, the fact they were still there wouldn’t be much of an issue. Most people didn’t notice that her horns were inaccurate once the scene began.

She wrapped the towel around a body that wasn’t her own and slowly opened the door.

“Mammon?” The voice was still her own since she couldn’t mimic a voice she’d never heard before, but the intonation and cadence was more in line with the description he’d given her. She slowly peered her head around the corner, trying to smile as coyly as possible. “How do I look?”

“I’m sure you’re-” his words went dead as he looked up at her. Like a man possessed, he rose to his feet and walked over to her. As soon as he was standing right in front of her, he placed his hand against her cheek.

She could tell that he’d seen a ghost; the ghost of a relationship he couldn’t grasp outside of this hotel room.

“Don’t stare so closely.” You turned your gaze away shyly, trying to mimic his expectations. “You’ll make me nervous.”

As she looked into his eyes, she felt pity for Mammon. Clearly, he was pining for someone that he couldn’t have (based on that fact he went to her). But her clientele’s personal life was irrelevant. He paid her to be a replacement for the night, and she would be just that until the time he paid for was up.

#2af writes #obey me smut #mammon smut #afab fic #cw angst #cw prostitution #it doesn't actually have sex in it but it's still mature so tagging as smut to keep it out of the general tag

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years

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Lovers Instead (Steve Harrington | Stranger Things)

Part Two | Part Three

Summary — The three times Steve almost ruined your friendship... and the time he finally did.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Friends to lovers; cursing; sexual tension; friendly teasing (mostly on the Reader’s part); mentions of alcohol; jealousy; a fist fight; an argument; mentions of blood and injuries; one small, lowkey reference to The Amazing Spider-Man; heavy make out session; a ton of fluff; Upside Down doesn’t exist here because these characters deserve to finally fucking win one!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 4,868, including lyrics. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ The song used in this is “Please Don’t Go” by KC and the Sunshine Band. ➳ This series has a visual edit!

God, Steve was such an idiot.

When he invited you and Robin over to his house for some time in the pool, he expected a day of relaxation and summer sun. Not sweaty palms and a racing heart.

You and Robin stood on the far side of the pool, filling up some water balloons. Robin had a frustrated look on her face, waving her arms about frantically, while you smirked at her from your spot on the tile. He knew she was probably going on and on about how 'outrageous’ it was that only her water balloons kept bursting when she couldn’t tie the closing knots properly.

But Robin’s tantrum wasn’t the main point of Steve’s focus. Instead, he raked a hand through his hair, marveling at how your swimsuit showed off all of your best features. He felt hot, and that wasn’t just because of the scorching heat of the sun.

He was totally cursed.

Every day, he’d wake up and tell himself that he didn’t like you. No way, no how. Absolutely not.

Then every night, he’d go to sleep with an urge to slap himself for thinking about your eyes... and your contagious laughter... and the way you tilted your head when you were confused... and how you’d gently shove his shoulder whenever he told you a joke... and how—

“Snap out of it, loser.”

Steve grunted in surprise when a bright yellow beach towel hit him directly in the face. He held the towel in his lap as you sat on the sun lounger next to his. He rolled his eyes at you with a smirk, though he was secretly happy you didn’t make fun of him anymore than simply calling him a name.

“Where’s Robin?” he asked, realizing she was no longer by your side.

“Bathroom,” you replied. “Do me a favor?”

Steve immediately straightened, and said, “Yeah, of course!”

He cringed at how eager he sounded. Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice since you were too busy digging through Robin’s tote bag. He watched as you pulled out a bottle of sunscreen, held it out to him, and asked, “Get my back?”

Steve struggled to speak for a moment, blinking rapidly as he stuttered. He scratched the back of his head as he took the sunscreen from your hands, and said, “Sure.”

He squirted some of the sunscreen into his palm. You stood and turned your back to him. He then tossed the bottle of sunscreen back into Robin’s bag and moved to stand behind you.

His breathing became uneven as soon as his palms landed between your shoulder blades. He spread the sunscreen evenly across your back, happy that Robin wasn’t outside to see this. She’d totally be giving him shit for it.

He examined every part of you as he smoothly ran his hands over your lower back before finally moving on to your shoulders. God, your shoulders.

Steve knew he had to be the reason for those stupid school dress codes that banned everyone from wearing tank tops.

His hands slowed. His breath shook. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in. He wanted to press his lips against your skin, to litter your shoulders in adoration.

You could feel the change in tension. You turned your head ever so slightly to the side. Steve was so close, and moving even closer, but you didn’t feel the need to stop him. Instead, you closed your eyes, ready to let your best friend do whatever he wanted.

His breath brushed against your skin. His hands drifted to your lower back once more before grazing gently over your waist. You could feel his bare chest against you as he—

“Okay! You have got to try this watermelon!” exclaimed Robin, coming out of Steve’s house with a plate of sliced watermelon. “It’s amazing!”

Your eyes shot open and you immediately leapt away from Steve, who fell back onto his sun lounger after tripping over his own feet. You turned to meet Robin’s wide eyes. She repeatedly glanced between you and Steve, so surprised that she hadn’t even finished devouring the piece of watermelon in her mouth.

Your eyes moved to Steve, only to find him already looking back at you. He was breathing heavily, reclined back on his forearm with the other lying across his stomach... and his pupils blown wide.

“I’ll take some,” you told Robin, finally returning your attention to her.

Robin continued staring at you as you snatched a slice of watermelon from the plate in her hands. You then swiftly turned away to avoid any questions, of which you were sure she had many. Darting past Steve, he watched as you descended the steps of his pool and waded through the cool water, shoving the watermelon slice into your mouth during the process.

Steve kept his eyes on you, but when he heard Robin’s footsteps slowly come to a stop next to him, they turned to her instead. Still clutching the plate tightly in her hands, she raised her eyebrows at him with a dumbfounded expression, clearly wanting an explanation for his... compromising position with you.

But instead of giving an answer, Steve glared at her, and muttered, “Shut the hell up, Robin.”

God, Steve was so touch starved.

It was almost two weeks later, and Robin still hadn’t stopped pestering him about ‘Poolmageddon,’ as she now called it. She was driving Steve to his absolute breaking point. And being trapped with her nearly every day for hours at a time in Scoops Ahoy wasn’t helping.

He never thought there would come a day when he’d be wishing for a line of customers in front of the counter, but here he was. Luck, however, didn’t seem to be in his favor. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Correction, a slow Wednesday afternoon.

And Robin was once again playing twenty questions with his personal life.

“I mean, I’ve seen you act weird around them,” she laughed, “but never that intense. It was like you were trying to fu—!”

“Okay!” exclaimed Steve, though he quickly felt himself shy away as a few customers glanced over at him.

“Damn, loser,” said a voice, “why are you so pissed off today?”

Steve watched as a shit-eating grin spread across Robin’s face. He rolled his eyes at her, still annoyed, before spinning around to face the front counter.

And there you stood.

It didn’t seem like you had been there to overhear any of Robin’s words. Thank God. He would’ve been infinitely more embarrassed if you had.

“Nothing,” he said, nodding his head in Robin’s direction, “just the dork in the back.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Robin.

You chuckled at your friends’ behavior, and then gestured to Steve’s uniform, “Nice hat.”

Steve flushed. He glared at Robin again when she let out a bark of laughter. Turning back to you, he ripped his Scoops Ahoy hat from his head and threw it under the counter, out of sight and out of mind. But as you started snickering, he sighed, “What now?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you smiled. “It’s nothing.”

Steve tilted his head, giving you a blank stare, which he quickly regretted as he began getting lost in your eyes. Of course, you didn’t seem to notice. Oblivious as always, thought Steve.

“Did you wanna get some ice cream?” he finally asked, though his voice was far quieter than it had been before.

You leaned forward, using a forearm to balance on the countertop. Steve inhaled sharply as one of your hands reached out for him. He stared at you, dwelling in the feeling of your fingers softly running through his messy hair.

“Strawberry,” you said, a small smile gracing your lips. “Ya know, you really need to tame that mane of yours, Stevie.”

Fuck.

He felt his breath shake as butterflies fluttered deep in his stomach. It took everything he had to not lean into your touch. As your hand slowly retreated, he relished in the gentle tracing of your fingertips as they cascaded over his temple, tucked some of his hair behind his ear, and then softly caressed his jawline before finally finding a place on the countertop.

Meanwhile, Robin almost couldn’t believe the sight in front of her. Quietly scoffing at her friends’ stupidity with an exasperated expression, she closed the sliding window of the store’s prep room to shield herself from view, no longer wishing to bear witness to Steve’s pathetic pining.

Steve shuddered, struggling to regain himself, as he whispered, “Strawberry, okay.”

He blinked in surprise, once again feeling that need to slap himself. He grabbed one of the scoopers and filled a waffle cone with some strawberry ice cream like you had requested.

“Here,” he said, smiling as he held out the ice cream cone for you to take. “I’m buyin’, so don’t even think about getting your wallet out.”

You grinned, “You sure?”

“Positive,” he nodded, strands of hair falling over his forehead.

He hoped that you would push them back into place like you had only moments ago, but, sadly, it was not to be. You straightened your posture instead, removing yourself from the countertop, and reached out to take the ice cream cone.

And Steve nearly lost control of himself... again.

He took a deep breath when your hand touched his, looking into his eyes with that gorgeous smile of yours. Scoops Ahoy and its customers faded away as your fingertips ever so slowly traced the veins of his wrist. His eyes broke away from yours, deciding to zero in on your hand as it wrapped around the waffle cone before finally pulling away.

He almost didn’t let go. He wanted to hold on to that stupid, stupid ice cream cone forever if it meant your skin would remain against his.

But Steve didn’t do that.

He couldn’t do that.

Not with Robin in the back, desperate to torment him for being a lovesick wimp, and a small group of middle-aged moms laughing loudly in one of the booths, patiently waiting to be served. So he settled for watching you turn and walk away instead, praying internally that you’d change your mind and come back. Even if it was just for a second.

So, yeah... there was no way he had a crush on you.

God, Steve was so fucking jealous.

After ‘Poolmageddon,’ Robin had been on his case. But now that the ‘Scoops Apocalypse’ had occurred as well, she’d been irritating the ever living shit out of him. Steve had even told her that if she wasn’t his best friend—not to mention, a girl—then he’d probably be whaling on her by now. Robin, being Robin, had simply burst into laughter and continued pestering him.

“You could go over there,” she suggested, though her eyes were focused entirely on you.

Steve scoffed, “And do what?”

“Don’t know,” shrugged Robin, “but anything would be better than just watching them get schmoozed away from you, wouldn’t it?”

And even though Steve didn’t answer her question, he knew that Robin was probably right. He should go over there and somehow convince you to come hang out with him instead of that blockhead you were laughing with at the moment.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he continued nursing the drink in his hands, desperately trying not to scream out in frustration. Robin looked at him with a sad smile, but that honestly made him feel even worse.

Why couldn’t he just be brave for once in his life?

He continued staring at you, hoping that you’d notice him. It was late and you were bundled up in one of his sweatshirts, which he had immediately offered up after you’d complained about being cold earlier that evening.

He remembered watching you with a smile as you slipped the fabric over your head before asking him, “Well?”

“You look...”

He had trailed off, not having the courage to finish his sentence. Or maybe he had been unable to describe how stunning he thought you were. You had smiled back, and asked, “I look... what?”

Perfect.

But he didn’t say that. Instead, he settled for replying, “Like a total dork.”

You had laughed at his teasing, “Well, I guess that makes you a dork too since it’s your sweatshirt after all.”

But it had been nearly three hours since then. And so, here he was, sitting next to Robin, practically stewing in his own self-pity as he watched you laugh at another guy’s jokes.

All that time he had spent telling himself that no, he did not like you in any way that wasn’t just a friend, was apparently going to be his downfall. And he was really starting to wish that he hadn’t lied to himself for so long. He couldn’t slap himself out of his delusions anymore, no matter how hard he may have tried. He liked you. He wanted you.

Steve could feel his emotions beginning to bubble over. The buzz of alcohol overwhelming him as his brown eyes narrowed into harsh slits of anger. Finally, he roughly raked a hand through his hair, shoved his drink into Robin’s hands, and began crossing to the other side of the room with his eyes trained on you.

Despite hearing his coworker calling out for him, Steve ignored her. He could feel his jaw clenching and his teeth grinding as he got closer. All he could think about was you.

Your eyes...

Your contagious laughter...

The way you tilted your head when you were confused...

How you’d gently shove his shoulder whenever he told you a joke...

Your shoulders under the summer sun...

Your fingers drifting through his thick, messy hair...

Your skin against his...

And you in that stupid fucking sweatshirt, gasping as he landed the first punch...

Everyone at the party snapped their attention to Steve as he glared down at the man who had been talking to you. Steve knew who the guy was. Someone you had both gone to school with named Todd.

Todd groaned as he pulled his hand away from his nose, revealing blood and an already-forming bruise. He shoved himself off the floor and returned Steve’s hit. After that, the two were on the floor, fists flying and grunts echoing.

Steve could hear you and Robin shouting at him, but your voices quickly disappeared in a sea of cheers from the other partygoers. Eventually, Steve got the upper hand, flipping Todd over so his back was forcibly pressed against the floor. And as Steve sat on top of his new enemy, he started pounding his fist into Todd’s face... again... and again... and again... and—

“Steve, stop!”

He felt your arms wrap around his chest from behind, pulling with all your might until Steve had stumbled backwards onto the floor, knocking you down in the process. He could feel the ache in his knuckles as he sat in the space between your knees. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the fabric of his shirt, holding him against your body and refusing to let him move.

He could feel the shudder in your breath against his neck. You leaned forward, resting your head between his tense shoulder blades. One of Steve’s hands moved to clutch onto your thigh, gently rubbing his palm against your denim jeans. The other wrapped around your knee on the opposite side.

His nostrils flared in aggravation as a few other people went to check on a groaning Todd. The alcohol had faded away and Steve felt sober again. He felt your arms tighten around him, pulling him off the floor and forcing him to stand. They slid from his chest to his waist as he tried to take a step in Todd’s direction.

Instead, he felt you pulling him backwards, quietly demanding, “No, no. Steve, stop.”

His hands moved to wrap around your forearms, allowing you to tug him back and away from the crowd. Robin followed after making sure Todd would be okay with the other partygoers.

As Robin passed him by, she muttered, “I didn’t mean like that, you dingus.”

God, you were so... fucking... pissed.

After you and Robin had successfully gotten Steve into his car, the atmosphere between the three of you had shifted into one of varied emotions. Seeing as she didn’t have her license, Robin was in the back seat, thumbs twiddling in awkward silence.

Steve, on the other hand, was in the passenger seat. He had slid down in the seat, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he leaned his head against the window. He could feel a black eye forming and blood coming from his swollen lip, but he didn’t really give a shit.

Meanwhile, your hands hadn’t moved once, any veins in your arms making themselves known due to how tightly you were clutching onto the car’s steering wheel. You had been completely silent and hadn’t said a single word since the three of you had left the party.

As soon as you stopped the car in front of Robin’s driveway, she darted out of the vehicle, quietly muttering, “Thanks.”

You waited until she had disappeared into her house before pulling away, leaving you alone with nothing other than the primary source of your brewing anger, Steve. The car was painfully quiet as you navigated along the streets that would eventually lead you to Steve’s house.

Usually, you would’ve planned on spending the night since he was often your ride around town, but not this time. You were going to drop him off and be done with it. You could walk home.

You weren’t going to coddle him or nurse his wounds. He could do that by himself if he wanted to pull shit like that around you. Where his sudden need to break someone’s nose came from, well, you weren’t completely sure, but you definitely weren’t going to just let him—

You blinked at the sudden sound of quiet music playing in the car. Glancing over to the passenger seat, you found Steve reading the empty case of a cassette tape. Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Babe, I love you so... I want you to know That I’m gonna miss your love The minute you walk out that door...”

Steve looked up at you. Your hands were still holding onto the steering wheel. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you had an irritated expression on your face.

“What?” he asked.

“I said,” you gritted your teeth, “are you fucking serious?!”

Steve’s mouth dropped when you glared at him before returning your eyes to the road in front of you. Tossing the cassette case into the back seat, he turned his full attention to you, and then he scoffed, “What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem?!” you laughed incredulously. “What the hell is yours?! You can’t just beat people up, Steve!”

“Oh my—!” he exclaimed, so annoyed that he couldn’t even finish, instead deciding to mutter to himself, “You don’t even know why I did it, but you’re still pissed.”

Steve grunted as his seat belt suddenly kept him from hitting his head against the dashboard of his car. You had slammed on the brakes, shaking your head and biting your lip angrily. Steve’s car was now frozen in the middle of an empty street, headlights shining brightly in the dark.

“So why did you do it then?!” you demanded, narrowing your eyes at him. “Huh?! I’d probably feel a whole lot better if you told me why, Steve!”

He stared at you for a moment, but then he shook his head, “Just forget it.”

You hit the edge of the steering wheel with the palms of your hands, and shouted, “Damn it, Harrington! Why are you so fucking stubborn sometimes?! Was Todd a creep or something?! Has he done something that I don’t know about?! What?!”

Yes.

“No,” he conceded. “He didn’t do anything.”

When he didn’t continue his explanation, you sighed, pressing your back against your seat and momentarily covering your face with your hands. You could feel frustrated tears welling up, and said, “You’re so stupid. You’re so fucking stupid, Harrington.”

“I know.”

“I just wanna go home.”

“So please don’t go... Don’t go, don’t go away... Please don’t go... Don’t go, I’m begging you to stay...”

“I know.”

Steve was quiet. He felt a wrenching pain in his gut as he listened to your efforts in trying to silence your cries. When you leaned forward to rest your head against the steering wheel, he reached out to place his palm against your back. And despite how much you wanted to push him away, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

Steve gently caressed his thumb along your spine, doing his best to comfort you from the pain he had caused you. Finally, after a long moment of being alone with his thoughts, he whispered, “The sweatshirt.”

You straightened your posture, focused your attention on him, and asked, “What?”

“It was the sweatshirt,” he repeated, pulling his hand away, despite how much he wanted to feel you. “That’s what set me off.”

“God, Steve,” you whimpered, tears rising again. “If you wanted it back, you should’ve asked, not beat the shit out of someone.”

Steve almost laughed at your naivety. Almost.

“I didn’t want it back.”

“Steve,” you said, “why are you doing this to me? I don’t understand.”

“It’s nothing you did,” he said. “Not on purpose anyway.”

You wiped away a fallen tear, and shouted, “Then why?!”

“Christ!” he exclaimed. “Are you really that blind?!”

The car fell into silence. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in frustration.

“If you leave, at least in my lifetime I’ve had one dream come true... I was blessed to be loved By someone as wonderful as you...”

Finally, he said, “You’re too good for me.”

You shook your head at him, still not understanding what he was trying to tell you, “I still don’t...”

Steve stared at you, biting his already bloody lip. He could feel his eye swelling in pain as well. He ran his palms over his jeans, and repeated himself, “You’re too good for me.”

He fell quiet, listening to the soft sounds of the neighborhood around him. What the hell was he even doing?

“You’re just so fucking nice all the time,” he said, “even though you mess with me and call me a loser—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Steve shook his head. You really didn’t get it.

“You’ve always been there for me,” he whispered, feeling his own tears starting to make an appearance. “It didn’t matter if I was being a jerk or not. You didn’t care.”

You felt your lips quiver as more tears began to cascade along your cheeks.

Steve continued, “And you’re just, like, so smart. And you don’t care if I make dumb jokes. Hell, you even like them sometimes! You make me laugh all the time! And you’re just...”

Steve paused again. You blinked in surprise when he hit the dashboard with one of his hands. His gaze eventually returned to you as he continued with a rising voice, “You’re too good for me, all right?! You’re too good for me, too good for Hawkins, too good for anybody! And I don’t want you to end up with some stupid asshole of a boyfriend who doesn’t even know how fucking awesome you are!”

He fell quiet again, but didn’t turn away from you. Slowly, he reached out, pressing his hand against the left side of your face and using his thumb to wipe away one of your tears.

You lifted one of your own hands to meet his, holding it against you. Then, using your other hand, you wiped away the blood on his lip, cupping his chin as you gently traced over his features.

“Then who do you want me to be with?”

“So please don’t go... Don’t go, don’t go away... Please don’t go... Don’t go, I’m begging you to stay...”

Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, his thumb continued caressing your cheek as he looked into your eyes. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. And those butterflies were beginning to flutter inside him once more.

You took a deep, shuddering breath. Your voice was barely even a whisper as you repeated yourself, “Steve? Who do you want me to be with?”

He shook his head at you again. The heat of your skin beneath his palm was becoming too much for him, especially when you were looking at him like that, still wearing his sweatshirt.

“Ya know,” he whispered, “there’s been so many times where I’ve almost ruined our friendship...”

“Steve...”

And suddenly, he had unbuckled his seat belt. His hand remained where it had been touching you, skin to skin, making his heart bloom. He leaned nearly his entire body over the center console of his car, the only barrier left to cross. His shoes scuffed his seat as he used them to push himself closer. His other hand pressed against the glass of the driver’s side window, directly next to your head, to keep him balanced as he loomed over you.

You reacted just as quickly, placing your arms around him. Shoving one of your hands into his hair, the other landed between his shoulder blades. His chest pressed yours as you felt your back being pushed into the door.

Steve never imagined kissing you would feel so good. It was like the feeling of cool water on your skin after being burned.

“I need your love... I'm down on my knees... Begging, ‘Please, please, please...’”

The kiss was messy, but so full of passion and anger and yearning and hope and everything else in the universe that neither of you cared.

Steve took his hand away, only for a moment, to unlatch your own seat belt. His warm palm quickly returned, finding refuge once more against your skin. He quickly decided on a different course of action, wanting to be as close to you as possible, especially after waiting so fucking long for this to happen.

His hand moved from your cheek. His arm moved to wrap around your lower back, pulling you out of your seat. He groaned in irritation when your lips disconnected from the new angle. Feeling your deep breaths, he continued to press his lips against your cheek and neck as he shuffled to where you had been sitting in the driver’s seat.

His other hand no longer needed to keep him balanced, so he decided to slip it in the space under your arm, wrapping it around you tightly, fearful that you might slip away and disappear at any moment if he wasn’t careful enough.

In your new, much more comfortable position, you straddled Steve. Leaving one hand rooted in his hair, the other shifted to rest against his arm.

He was so close to you now. And you were pretty sure that the windows of his car were beginning to fog up. And you felt him push aside the fabric of your clothing, of his clothing since you were still wearing his sweatshirt. And his teeth gently bit into one of your shoulders.

“Steve—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted quietly, sliding one of his hands to the back of your neck and pulling your lips against his once more.

He leaned forward slightly, forcing your hand to move from his arm to his back again, in order to maintain your balance. You felt his tongue swipe over your bottom lip and you opened up to him.

His skin was on fire as one of his hands bypassed his sweatshirt, along with your shirt, to slip his fingertips beneath the fabric. His palm splayed across the bare skin of your back, nails practically digging into you as he continued trying to pull your body closer...

Closer...

Closer—

BEEP!

You gasped in surprise, quickly pulling away from Steve. You pushed him back against the car seat and leaned forward, far away from the car horn. You then pressed your face into his thick, messy hair, still breathing heavily. His hand was still underneath your clothing and his fingertips were still tracing over your skin. You smiled against him after feeling him shake with quiet laughter.

“That was your fault,” you muttered.

His body continued to rumble against you and his amused laugh was only growing louder by the second. The hand that was on the back of your neck slowly shifted to join the other one beneath your clothing, only so Steve could wrap you tightly in his arms.

He softly groaned at the feeling of your fingertips running through his hair, watching as you gently eased yourself onto his lap. He struggled to breathe, even more so than he already was, as you looked into his eyes.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re still an idiot.”

A grin spread across his face at your words. You chuckled as he leaned his head back against the seat, staring at you happily as he whispered, “I know.”

“Please don’t go... I want you to know That I love you so...”

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As promised, there are a few pre-holiday things that I wanted to discuss with you guys this week, just so you know what is expected activity-wise through the end of the year, and some little things about keeping things festive, fresh and fun around here.

As this post might be a little bit lengthy, I am going to pop it under a cut, but please take a few minutes to read through things! xx

Firstly, although I don't have the exact dates in mind, this is a warning that we will have two more activity checks before the end of the year. One will be at the end of November / beginning of December, and one will be at the mid-month point before the holidays. The next check will be a full sweep: meaning we will look for inactive accounts, those not meeting three replies, and those who are not replying to three writers per character, nor replying to new open starters.

The mid-December check will likely just be checking for straight-up activity (inactive for two weeks: removal, inactive for one week: warning). We will not be doing a check at the end of December, but will instead be doing an interest check after the new year to allow you to make changes you need, drop characters you don't want, etc. This means that we will be toughening up and clean slating activity in the middle of January, once everyone is where they need to be. Those first couple of weeks of January should be used to do what you need to do to be meeting our rules and get back on track.

Please remember that we do not offer semi-hiatuses! It's the holidays, it's okay if you're not active every day; as long as you are able to do three replies within a two week period at any point, you are not going to lose your role, even if you might get a reminder/warning on check. We promise. If you need a hiatus, we do grant those for up to two weeks. If you speak to us personally and privately (meaning not a public OOC post, talk tags, etc.) about activity issues, we will be lenient and understanding as long as you are trying. That's all that we ask of anyone during busy times, is just that a little effort is made to be here, follow the rules, and have fun!

Not to be a meanie, but if you decide that this group is not for you, whether it just not be the perfect fit, or you simply do not have the time, please ask us for an unfollow. We absolutely never hold it against anyone! But this allows us to remain lenient while opening spots for new writers. You are always welcome to return!

As for my role as admin: I plan on maintaining rolling, daily acceptances during the holidays, and am hoping to be on daily to help with what you need. Please note that I will be having a hard "mod logs out" time at night of 10:00PM EST, with very few exceptions. And remember, just because I am online doing replies does not mean I am in mod mode -- I want to write and enjoy the holiday season with you guys, too! Please send things you need changed/updated to the ask box here on main, versus a message. Extend the same understanding and patience towards me when it comes to the holiday season and availability, is all that I ask!

Alright, past that! Let's talk a little bit about holidays in Merrock, in terms of our favorite Merrockites! As you may have noticed, we have lots of holiday fun coming up -- I recommend bookmarking our holiday guide post to keep track of everything and make it easy to plot with others around town! There should be something for everyone to do -- even those who don't celebrate specific holidays -- but we are also open to editing the post for other business owners or people who would like to offer things around town! Or even if you have ideas / suggestions. Just let us know.

We've had people ask in the past about holiday gift giving, and yes, we do allow that here! But we ask you to be considerate of dash spam. For example, if you want to give gifts to 10 friends, tag them all in one post, versus rapid fire posting 10 posts at once on dash. (It's okay to separate out a husband, a best friend, a sibling, etc.) I also want to make it clear: gifts are not mandatory. You're also welcome to post a tray of cookies and tag friends, or give out little ornaments, or just not do anything at all. We also don't want people to put so much priority into gifts that they're not active. We promise that no one will be offended if you don't have huge, elaborate gifts, or choose to focus on activity.

December and January are pretty 'in the books' for me as an admin; all of the events are drafted, announcements have been posted, birthdays and mini events are queued, so I will be taking care of site maintenance and mostly enjoying the holidays with you guys and doing my best to keep things active. I've put a lot of work into the holiday season, so please: take advantage! Post lots of open starters, reach out to those you don't normally plot with, spread love and warmth during this holiday season. xx

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inciting-chaos-series · 1 year

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The Night Shift: Chapter One

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✦ ✦ Update: This chapter was edited slightly to include a few missed details :)

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✦ The Night Shift Masterpost ✦

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➢Summary:

You work the night shift at a local dog kennel for boarding and daycare. You love the peace and quiet of the shift, but just when you get comfortable- a few break-ins happen around town, and upper management decides to place your quiet, brooding, shift lead on the schedule with you.

☽✧ Chapter One: A Change Of Plans ✧☾

You hadn't ever been too keen on retail jobs. They paid the bills and were a good time filler, keeping you from sitting inside and letting your thoughts consume you, but it was hell to stand behind a register and get verbally abused all day. That was why you opted for this night shift at the local dog kennel instead. You had tried working the day shift- but you always ended up becoming the unpaid and unrecognized overachiever- begging everyone else to just do their jobs, and leaving you no time to do yours while you picked up their slack. The night shift was definitely more your speed, you could let your OCD run rampant, cleaning the lobby and kennels to your heart's content, plus you could work with the animals that were afraid of humans on a much more regular basis with a more controlled environment. And with all the extra down time, you were able to get some homework done- or even sharpen up your veterinary assistant skills even though you’d taken a step back from that position.

The job itself was pretty easy. Being a kennel tech again was a breath of fresh air after working in the attached clinic on the other side of the building. Assisting the vets was great- and you did love it, or at least you tried to convince yourself you did as you finished your pre-vet degree- because said degree was royally kicking your ass, but switching back to the boarding and daycare was much more your speed right now. It really gave you the time you needed for your studies, especially now, since you were transferred to the night shift.

The day shift for kennel techs had more duties obviously- with the customers coming in, phones ringing, and emails to answer- but the night was pretty quiet. Your shift started at 7 PM when the day shift was finished and went until 3 AM. Your only duties were to clean all the dog kennels, let the dogs out once or twice in the night, check on the very few cats you had in the cat room, do any laundry or dishes from the animals, and spot-clean the boarding/daycare side of the building. You typically finished most of the duties before 10 and just acted busy for the cameras, or sat at the desk and worked on homework while intermittently switching the lobby monitor between the cameras in the kennels and cat room to make sure everyone was doing okay.

You’d always had some amount of social anxiety for as long as you could remember, you could get through whatever you needed to get through, hell- being an assistant here and in veterinary ER, you’d seen your fair share of crises. You had even been the lead customer service rep for a while before switching shifts, and not having to socialize and play nice with angry customers and managers all day was certainly another bonus. That was until, a few carjackings happened within the area, and the big boss decided she wanted two staff members on the night shift for staff safety.

You weren't too concerned about the issue, you'd always been pretty well prepared for anything -thanks paranoia and anxiety- but having someone there for emergencies probably wasn't the worst idea, you were just bummed to be losing your newfound you time.

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You showed up to your shift a few minutes early. Always leaving extra time in case the day shift had any important information to relay, like new dogs admitted for boarding, dogs that were sick, or dogs that didn't get along. You walked in just as they were packing up their things and getting ready to leave for the night, setting your drink on the front counter as you played on your phone while you waited.

“Oh hey y/n, I hear that Logan took on the night shift with you tonight.” Liz mused with a smirk as she collected her things from the reception desk. Logan was known as the quiet worker… besides you that is. You’d never really heard much of him aside from being told he was your shift lead. Back when you worked day shift and ran the dog playgroups, you’d have a shift with him every so often, but never really talked, nor was there really any reason to. You did remember that he’d always be the one making the wildest jokes that would have all the staff on the ground laughing, yourself included. Aside from the rare quips he had, he was the dark and brooding type. He was the kind of worker that just showed up- did his job- and left. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here for the paycheck and nothing more, and you respected that.

“Oh, nice...” You muttered, anxious at both the news and the look on Liz's face. Despite no one really seeing him as such- as well as never exactly exuding leadership or authority, Logan was technically still your boss. As nice as it was having someone easy going to talk to about work issues- the thought of working one-on-one with him bubbled up a bit of dread in your chest. He was a good worker, as far as you had seen, but what if he wasn't okay with how you ran the night shift? You were a hard worker that loved this job, and you always got everything done- and then some- but there really wasn’t much to fill the time with. Would he think you were lazy and micromanage you? Force you to find pointless tasks to do just to run out the clock?

“Is he already here?” You questioned, hoping maybe Liz was mistaken and he wouldn't show.

“Yeah, he's just hanging out in the breakroom.” She motioned behind her to the room directly behind the reception counter. You smiled and moved your things down to the lower section of the counter - a subconscious habit from the ‘rule’ whenever management was around.

“Oh my god you know he doesn't give a shit-” She laughed and rolled her eyes before walking over to the time clock and punching out.

“Habit I suppose.” You smiled again. “So, no news? Nothing I need to know?”

“Nah, everyone is pretty quiet today, no fights, no naggy owners or customers. Everything should be good.” You gave her a simple nod before wishing her a safe drive home and clocking into your shift. You quickly got started on cleaning for the night, hoping to avoid as much contact as possible with Logan as you could. You weren't really sure where this anxiety was bubbling up from exactly, but it just felt better doing your own thing for now.

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Cleaning duties went by rather quickly, not many of the boarding dogs here were messy, and the day shift had gotten a lot of the lobby cleaned before leaving. You eventually moved on to preparing the dinners for the overnight dogs when you heard the kitchen door creak open.

“Oy, I think I’m just gonna take the dogs out while you finish these up so we can be done sooner.” He popped his head in just a bit, his coat already on and a mass of dogs struggling to get through the doorway and his leg.

“Sounds good to me, there's a lot of dogs though, you sure you don’t want me to just come out with you? So you don't have to do shifts? I’m almost done here anyway.”

“Up to you.” He shrugged and let the door close as he ushered some dogs outside behind it. He was a man of many words for sure. Working with him wasn't going to be the most fun time you had ever had at work, though you were never one to complain about short and to-the-point conversations. It got things done, though thinking back to how much you and Liz would fuck around on day shifts, and how quickly and painlessly they would go by, made you nostalgic. You would spend most shifts making up ridiculous backstories for the dogs sometimes to pass time- saying what their lives would be like if they were humans. It didn’t seem like that kind of thing wouldn't go over well with Logan, he was funny- but you weren't sure how to really act with him. You’d never really had a “boss” be so close in age to you before. What was the level of professionalism he expected?

You finished the dinners and stacked them up according to the kennel numbering before grabbing your jacket and entering the kennels, letting the rest of the dogs outside. Logan was already scrubbing down the play equipment- a chore saved for warmer nights when things wouldn’t freeze over. You left him to it as you picked up after the animals and played with a few of your favorites. The naughty, antisocial dogs always had most of your affections, one trait you surprisingly did share with Logan. You both always fawned after one of the usual guests- Ryder. He was a rambunctious cattle dog and liked to show more aggressive, rough play behaviors- usually causing a small tousle with at least two or three other dogs. Nothing serious, but you and Logan would typically switch off playing with him, keeping his attention on you and not on other animals. It was rare that a man worked in the animal care industry, and even rarer that the dogs got along with him. You were the first to empathize with the distrust. Men were mean, abrasive- and in most of your experience, abusive… You never blamed the dogs for being aggressive toward your male coworkers, but watching Logan with them was different. He played rougher, sure, but only with dogs that enjoyed that… the others he was kind and gentle with. It was refreshing, to say the least.

“Sorry if I seem grumpy or quiet tonight. I stayed up too late drinking and I’m still pretty hungover.” He piped up after about 30 minutes outside.

“Oh.” You laughed, not expecting him to speak at all. This was him grumpy? Was he always hungover? “I get that, you’re okay…” you chuckled lightly, trying to make light of his quietness, “but isn't it almost 10:30? How hard did you party?”

“Well, if you call drinking alone in my room partying, then- I guess pretty hard.” He laughed, one of the few times you had actually heard it. He twisted around one of the rings he always wore, before pulling out his vape and taking a hit where the cameras couldn't see (a common vice for most in the industry). Both seemed to be nervous habits of his.

“God, it's like you're describing my plans for this weekend.” You smiled over at him before returning to the happy, nipping dog at your feet. “What was the poison?”

“Red wine… it was just what I had lying around... you know?” He laughed and rose back up from the dog he was petting in the camera’s blind spot. “Don’t fucking make fun of me… but-” He unzipped his jacket and revealed a wine stained tee-shirt.

“Oof bud- been there.” You laughed. “Did you think you were running late?”

“Yep, I woke up in a panic and didn't realize I was early until I was already here…” He chuckled.

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The rest of the night was pretty quiet. You took turns cleaning kennels with him, making it go pretty smoothly. Dinner time got the dogs settled in and finishing up cleaning in the rest of the building took hardly any time at all.

“If you don't care I might try to catch a few minutes of sleep in the breakroom.” He looked beat to hell, leaning against the doorframe for support. His midnight curls did nothing to conceal the dark circles under his eyes, making it obvious that he needed it. You were relieved to take note of his relaxed attitude about working, maybe shifts with him wouldn't be that terrible.

“Um, yeah no worries, I’ll keep an eye on cameras and laundry.” You smiled and waved him off in the direction of the breakroom.

“Thanks, I owe you one.” He lifted a lazy corner of his lip and gave a friendly wink before retreating for some much-needed REM.

It was odd having a boss that was so laid back. He literally never made use of his power unless it was schedule changes or letting dayshift -or himself- leave early. He was never lazy though, and he always made sure the work got done and the staff and animals were happy. He was honestly really good at his job. You’d seen him even stick his neck out for coworkers if they made a mistake and management was upset, or even stay late to pull the weight of someone that needed to leave early for whatever reason. He was just a good guy. So despite how nervous it made you to work with ‘the boss,’ it wasn't anywhere near as bad as it could be, and for that you were grateful.

...

There were still a few hours of your shift left and not much to do. You tried to keep clear of Logan snoozing in the breakroom, so you opted to take one of your other favorite dogs to the garage for some training.

He was a big malamute that would come in every now and again. Almost everyone hated working with him, even Logan. This dog hated everyone, but especially men, and because of his deeper-than-normal voice, Logan was usually the main target of this dog's hatred. You were the only one the dog ever tolerated. You tried to explain to everyone it was because you gave him a chance and worked with him to build trust- but they never seemed to care, writing it off as a strange “dog whisperer" talent.

With that kind of treatment, you couldn't blame the dog. It was clear he'd been abused by not just men but any previous owner he had. His current owners thankfully were kind, but you knew working with him one-on-one would only help his demeanor. You sat at the door leading back to the kennels with a handful of treats, knowing he'd want to go back to the safety of his kennel. Whenever he got close you rewarded him with soft kind praise and small treats. You’d eventually gotten him to lie right beside you to be hand-fed the treats when you felt your phone buzzing.

Logan (Work):

Didn't want to disturb all the progress you somehow made with Mr. Monster in there… but it's almost 3

You gonna clock out or do you want to stay late?

You:

He’s not a monster… he’s just a babyy

But yeah, thanks I’m heading up now

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“So… how’d you like the night shift?” You questioned as you made your way to the cars in the lot.

“Aside from this hangover trying to send me to an early grave- it wasn’t the worst…” He chuckled. “It always that easy?”

“I mean, most nights yeah- it just takes a while when you let dogs out in rotation by yourself.” You shrugged and tossed your bag into your car.

“Well, I’m glad I can help make it easier then… you get home safe, y/n.” His smile was kind but tired as he gave you a small wave and hopped in his car.

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babytarttdoodoo · 8 months

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First, absolutely love the fic of Jamie not saying he's hurt! Loved his conversation with Ted! And everyone jumping up in concern over him!

Second, I never want to offer unsolicited criticism because I know you worked hard on your fic. I only am in this case because unless someone points it out to you, you may not know it's offensive. I know I didn't.

While I am 100% sure Ted would say "pow wow" like that, unless and until someone told him he maybe shouldn't, indigenous Americans find the use of the term to be offensive when it's not specifically referring to an actual pow wow.

Would you be able to change that bit of dialogue?

No offense intended and none taken! I've updated the dialogue here and on Ao3 to read "heart-to-heart" instead.

I haven't written much for Ted and as I'm not American, nevermind a middle-aged white Midwestern man, I'm flying blind with a lot of his word choices and speech patterns. My apologies.

This is a good time to flag up that I don't do a lot of editing. I check spelling as I go and tweak things sometimes when I read it back to post it, but that's about it. (For example, I'd misspelled Isaac's name through the whole Tumblr version of 'act like you're torn apart'.) Mostly I just scan the formatting and send it out into the internet ether.

If anyone ever wants me to add tags, content warnings, or notices something like this, please do let me know! We're all here to have fun and I'd hate to spoil that for anyone.

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mickey-gomez · 2 years

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Magnetic

Chapter 7 of Fade Into You

Warnings/tags: Light dom/sub dynamics, smut, fluff, and maybe a hint of angst, language.

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Finally an update! Please forgive the numerous word crimes committed below. It’s a long one too sorry. I kinda get uncomfortable with writing smut (which is why this took so long) because I’ve never really written it before, so I hope what’s below is okay. I’ve been holding off on posting it because I wasn’t that happy with it, but I couldn’t keep editing and rewriting over and over anymore.

I feel like Rita would be into art and collecting, so I tried to include that and name artists that could have been well known during her time at college, and the time period this is set in. But I kinda know nothing about art so..

Also the changing of downtown Manhattan and the shift of people moving to Tribeca and Brooklyn. Ms Marvel herself said in an interview that she and her husband moved from The Village to Brooklyn in the early 2000′s because of the huge change the neighbourhoods were going through.

You had attuned to the warmness of it all, of seeing a different side to Rita, one that was hidden from everyone else, strictly reserved for you. She had surprised you with this adoring affection, that seemed almost delicate and gentle in nature. It wasn’t something you’d foreseen coming, because for as long as you’d known one another, you had never seen her bear herself like this.

Most mornings one of you would stop by the other’s with coffee, an excuse to steal kisses before your days began. Lunches spent together where you could, takeout containers covering the coffee table as you debated motions, forks and chopsticks waving around in hand as you argued. Afternoons were spent slipping into the back of courtrooms to watch one another, gleams in both your eyes as they met across the room, smirks adorning your faces.

Today was no different, your morning started when you found her leaning against the doorframe outside your office, two coffees in hand as she waited for you. Laughing as you nudged her out of the way to unlock the door. You had both settled on the couch, turned inwards to each other as you talked about the week, making plans together for Friday night. Soon enough your tongues were softly and slowly swirling together, small sighs and moans in your throats. There was no urgency, no incessant hunger, just passionate warmth, the feeling of exploring one another slowly and tenderly. You hummed softly, the vibrations rolling through you, when her palm came up to your cheek, her thumb gently running along your jaw.

She had been taking things slower than you desired, and while you enjoyed the lingering touches and lengthy kissing, you were growing tired of that being the only forms of physical affection she was willing to give you thus far.

You had thought about it earlier in the week, asking her point blank if she was doing this because of what you’d said to her last year, on Christmas Eve. The night when you’d fought in your parents kitchen, when you had hissed with anger that she only wanted to get you into bed, the same night you and Alex had broken up. You had hurt Rita with what you had said, and you knew that, and deep down you knew that this was most likely the reason she was going slow, trying to prove a point.

She had laughed when you had asked her, and answered your question with a question of her own, purposefully avoiding it, shying away from voicing her true feelings, masking them instead. That night you sat up in bed late, and thought about all of it, wondering if this was some kind of game she was playing with you, toying with you just because she could. You didn’t believe it to be true, you hoped it wasn’t, but you couldn’t help your mind as it went astray. Flashes of your past together at the forefront, vivid memories of longing and hunger in secret.

You were seeing one another again this Friday evening, that had to be the night, right? You’d been seeing one another for almost a month now, and you were struggling to keep your growing frustrations at bay. If you were this pent up after all this time, you could only imagine how she felt.

She eventually pulled away when the need for air became too much, breathing softly as her forehead laid against yours, kissing the tip of your nose. You let out a whine and she chuckled softly before pressing a gentle and chaste kiss to your lips. She smirked at you as she took a generous sip of her coffee, her lips parted and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Your eyes followed its path, your gaze heavy and breathing laboured, and just as she leaned in, moments away from kissing you again, your office door flew open loudly. You groaned as she jerked away from you, both of you turning around to the source of the intrusion.

“I’ve had this dream before, and let me tell you, it went a lot differently.” The sarcasm was dripping off your tongue as you shot an irritated look in Alex’s direction. Her eyes went wide and she let out a spluttered cough, clutching at her chest, as she looked at you in horror. Rita immediately looked down at her shoes, a blush of embarrassment creeping up her neck.

“Oh my god, I’m kidding! No need for either of you to get your panties in a twist.” You rolled your eyes dramatically at the two of them, sinking back further into the lounge, as you took a long sip of your now lukewarm coffee.

“You’ve been hanging out with Carmichael too much, she’s starting to rub off on you.” Alex shook her head, her face now flush with embarrassment much like Rita, unsure whether to laugh uncomfortably or retreat back to her own office.

“Well, one can only hope.” you mumbled, shooting daggers in Rita’s direction, swallowing another mouthful of your beverage.

“And that’s my cue to leave” Rita announced as she stood up and collected her bag. “Have a think about this Friday” she was being polite in front of Alex, not wanting to make reference to the two options she’d given you for your date. “Nice to see you again Alex” she smiled and gave a small wave as she walked through the doorway.

“You should maybe think about locking your door”

“We weren’t doing anything” you muttered, a scowl on your face as you looked towards her, “What do you want anyway?”

“I need the Cleary files, Liz said you had them.” and instead of answering you just raised your hand and pointed in the direction of your desk, and the mountain of case files that laid atop of it.

“What is going on with you?” she asked quietly as she dug through the folders and manilla envelopes until she found what she wanted.

“I don’t want to talk about it” you snapped

“How many dates has it been now? You’ve been seeing one another for a few weeks...” she trailed on but you weren’t listening to her, not really, not until she gasped. “Oh my god!” Alex suddenly exclaimed, eyes wide and mouth open. “You haven’t slept together yet!”

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it” you growled and she burst out laughing

“You’re like the energizer bunny - ” she laughed further and with every sound she made, you felt the thorn nestle itself further in your side, “- You must be about ready to explode!”

“That’s putting it very fucking mildly” you grit your teeth and dug your blunt fingernails into the skin above your knee, making sharp indents on the bare pigmentation.

“I have always thought she was a bit of a sadist, very on brand for her.” You picked up the closest thing you could find, a law journal on the coffee table in front of you, and hurled it at her. She laughed and jumped to the side as it hit the edge of your desk, sending the loose stationary on top of it scattering

“You need to sort all that out” she waved her hand in a circle, “‘Cause I can’t put up with you being this grumpy for another week”

“Are you offering to take care of it?” you cast your eyes up to her and she started choking on a breath, spluttering and wheezing as she clutched at her chest, you laughed wickedly to yourself “See, it’s not nice when someone teases you. Is it?”

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When Friday finally rolled around, you found yourself leaning against the cream cast iron facade of Soho’s Drawing Center. Rita had managed to arrange an invitation for both of you to attend the gallery show of David Hammons’ early print works. This particular curation was of his body works, where the artist had greased and then pressed his body against paper and other surfaces, manipulating strokes with only physical movement. Sprinkling on charcoal to give colour as the pigments dried, creating shapes against a collage of mixed media.

You had seen the early works in books and magazines, but never in person, and it was impossible to get in to see them, but of course Rita knew someone. So on Monday when she had given you two options for tonight, you barely had to think before deciding on this instead of the theatre option she’d given you.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how the art district was changing, the galleries and artist’s lofts were beginning to fade, replaced with boutiques and high-end retailers. Only traces of culture remained present on the building's facades, the ones that lined the cobblestoned streets. Shoppers and socialites now seemed to outnumber the artists, as was becoming so increasingly true for most of the downtown area. You had even begun to notice it in your Greenwich Village neighbourhood, which once felt like it’s own distinct and unique piece of Manhattan, now felt like it was turning into a runway. Models and social climbers were pushing out the original inhabitants, and you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were part of the problem too.

The wind picked up and you clutched your coat tighter around your frame, the gallery doors opened and as people entered in off the street, you could hear the echoes of endless chatter as they closed. You heard the telltale sounds of heels against the pavement and glanced up as Rita strolled up the stairs, you both broke out into a smile when you made eyes. You pulled her in by the lapels of her coat, kissing her deeply.

When you pulled away you noticed how her deep red lipstick had smudged, the edges and rich colours of it blurred, bleeding ever so slightly under her lower lip. Your tongue darted out to wet the tip of your thumb before you ran it along and underneath the crest, where red touched pristine porcelain. Her pupils dilated and a deep blush spread from her neck to her cheeks when you ran the same tip over your own lips, blending it until it dyed them.

You smirked and reached down for her hand, holding it as you walked in together, shucking your coats, she took both of them and your bags to check them while you strolled over to the bar, almost as if you were so in sync and attuned to the other. There was no need for idle small talk and questions, you moved together as if it was something you were both long accustomed to, it felt natural.

It continued when you handed her the glass of malbec and her hand rested on your lower back, as you both drifted through the gallery. The semblance of silence that settled between you was comforting, small reflections and observations on the works shared in murmurs here and there. You both made kindred remarks as you examined them, noting the narratives displayed, how the skin indexes and pigments on collage seemed to stir a space between the physical and spectral.

Her mouth came up to your ear, asking if you wanted another drink, and you shook your head. “Not here” you whispered, and if she hadn’t been so close, she might not have heard it. She pulled back and eyed you, the corners of her mouth raising into a hint of a smirk.

“How far are you from here?”

“Only a few blocks” she tipped her head up and your cheeks brushed against the others, your mouth close to her ear.

“Let’s go and have a drink there”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you?”

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“What do you want to drink?” she called out as she walked into the kitchen, turning on the overhead lights.

“Whatever you’re having” you sang out, and instead of joining her, you walked through the room, dropping your coat and bag over the lounge as you moved through the open space. She watched you from the kitchen island, as you cast your eyes over all of it, taking in the art works and photos hung on display. Her apartment was modern and polished, but still retained hints of something more informal, homely under the surface if you looked, while being soft and contemporary all at once.

You knew she had renovated it after having bought it early last year, clearly knocking down walls to create a more open feel, and while it was modern it also felt warm. She had created a contemporary space without it feeling airless and closed, as so many other apartments in the city felt.

You stopped as you took in a large framed charcoal portrait of a woman with her head thrown back, it hung above the dining table, in between the windows. You knew almost immediately it was a lithograph from Robert Longo’s Men in the Cities series, noting the subtle and moody tones of grayscale cast against the creamy white paper.

“A gift from Rafa for my thirtieth birthday” she murmured as she approached you, handing you a glass and you let out a quick and soft laugh when you realised it was an old fashioned, your favourite, the orange rind capturing your attention as it neatly rest against the edge of the glass.

Just as you had felt earlier, had felt for months, maybe years, you were so equated that it all felt so natural, magnetic even. Your head began to swim and your insides swirled as you thought over all of it, and when you turned to look at her, your eyes meeting, hunger simmering in them.

“So are you going to give me the grand tour?” you fought to calm yourself, taking a small sip from the crystal tumbler as your gaze roamed over her.

“Would you like a tour?” she hummed as she watched you, her eyes glassy and pupils dilated, you knew it wasn’t from the one glass of wine you’d both indulged in earlier. You felt a large sheet of ice forming over the two of you, almost as if you were both testing the other to see who would break first.

You bit down on your lip before taking another sip, feeling a drop of it leave you, and before you could dart your tongue out to chase it, her hand reached out, her thumb running along your lip as her fingers hovered over your cheek. She watched the small droplet leave your mouth, and instead of chasing it with her mouth, she ran the pad of her thumb along from the bottom of your chin and up to your lips, where the remnants stayed, trapping the stray fall of sap where it had stained. It met the middle of your lips and you sucked the digit in, letting your teeth lightly scrape against it before your tongue swirled around it, your eyes meeting.

Her lips parted and a quiet sigh left her, her tongue darted out and wet her lips, as if she was mirroring the actions of her thumb on yours, but that was all it took. You crashed together, rough and wild as your lips met, bites and soothing licks in their wake. You moaned when her tongue met yours, almost as if the two of you were performing a dance together.

She pulled away and a whine left your throat, she reached for your glass and put it down to join hers on the table, then turned back to you and brought her hands to the sides of your face. She rested them on your cheeks as she pulled you in, the tips of her fingers lingering in the nape of your hair, she thread them through and you let out a loud moan when she lightly tugged.

You both let out moans as you explored one another, the corner of the dining table pressed into your lower back, digging against the base of your spine and you flinched, crying out as the edge dug in. She pulled away, casting her eyes over your shoulder, and you both let out low laughs.

“Should we - ” She brought her hands back around to your face

“Yes” you cut her off quickly, your breath coming out in pants and your words in chaste tones, already knowing what she was asking, and your heart swelled that she had stopped to ask for consent before things progressed any further. You crashed back into her, your lips scarcely leaving the others’ as you stumbled down the hall.

You turned around when you entered her bedroom, your back presented to her as her fingers slowly unzipped your dress until you stepped out of it. You kicked off your heels, leaving you in the lace set you’d put on earlier, the one you’d bought that morning, only for her eyes, hoping that you’d end up here.

She pushed you down onto the bed and stopped to stand in front of you, her eyes running over you. You smirked as you took in her reaction, feeling pleased with yourself as it evoked the reaction you had hoped it would. Her hand went out, wanting to trace her fingers across the lace, but stopping right before it reached you. You laughed and brought her hand the inch forward, resting it on your chest.

“You like it?” You hummed and her eyes came up to yours as she nodded. You had never seen her like this, she was normally so confident, so brazen, and you had managed to render her near silent, only the sounds of heavy breaths and your laughter filled the room.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you were speechless” you murmured, a Cheshire grin gracing your lips as you laid back. That seemed to spark something in her, fire building behind her eyes as she ripped off her own dress and pounced on you, covering your body with hers. Mouths and lips roughly meshing together.

“So fucking beautiful” she whispered, and your hand left hers as she pinched through lace, a moan leaving you as the sting set in. “Better than I imagined” You longed to tell her that you’d imagined this too, but your breath hitched in your throat and the words you so yearned to express failed to leave you. Your eyes rolling back as she caressed and stroked you, moans travelling out of your throat as her hands travelled further.

Her lips met your neck, leaving soft bites as you stretched and exposed it further, she bit harder and you moaned as she soothed over the mark with her tongue. Her mouth came up next to your ear, hushed tones as she spoke. “As much as I love this on you, I want to rip it off”

“It’s La Perla don’t you dare” you breathed out. She smirked as she started kissing her way down your body, pausing only momentarily to tap at your side for you to turn over. She undid the clasp and you rolled back over as she pulled the bra off, sliding it down your shoulders.

She smiled at the sight of your hardened peaks, bringing her mouth to enclose around one of them. Softly biting and licking there, your hands thread through her hair, bringing her back up to kiss you once more.

Her lips met yours in another bruising kiss as she pushed you further back onto the bed, your head hitting the pillows as she climbed on top of you. You wrapped your legs around her hips and pulled her in, you ground against each other, letting out twin moans as the kiss deepened.

She grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head and you moaned loudly, and she made a mental note of it, storing it away for later as she enveloped you. Her thighs settled by your hips as you both began grinding together.

She broke away and shifted down, moving her attention with it as she lathered your skin with kisses as she moved down, your hands thread through her hair once more, making it messy and tangled now as you moved your fingers through it.

A loud noise startled both of you as you realised the phone beside her bed was ringing, and you both started cursing under your breath. She lifted her head and shifted, as if she was going to reach for it, and you groaned loudly, tugging on her hair to regain her attention.

“Don’t you dare stop. Not now.”. It came out almost like a growl, your eyes wide and wild as they bored into hers.

She smirked and then bit the inside of your thigh, soothing over the mark with her tongue, marking you as hers, claiming you. You moaned loudly, crying out, and tightened your fingers in her hair. Her fingers came up to the suspenders of your garter, flicking them open with ease, reaching to tug at the waist of the strip of underwear that laid there. Her fingertips tickled at the skin beneath, her lips soon joining them, placing soft kisses in their wake.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, everywhere she touched was burning and you couldn’t wait for her to finally take you, after all these years, all of the lingering touches, the intense gazes, the longing for each other. She pressed a sloppy open mouthed kiss on your pelvis, running her tongue along your skin, as she finally began to peel the lace off, her mouth hovering over your sex, her breath hot and fragged as it touched you. Her tongue out as she leaned closer to run it through the length of you, you could almost feel it, you reached down and wrapped your fingers into her hair once more, pulling her closer.

The phone rang once more, the shrill piercing through the bubble you’d built together. She sighed and stopped her movements, raising her head and shifting to investigate the noise.

“No no no please.” You cried out, “This cannot be happening.”. Frustration and exasperation seeping from you, your head thrashing against the pillows.

“It’ll be work, I have to answer it.”. She pulled your underwear back up and over your hips, kissing your stomach before she stood up. You laid there, your chest heaving, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure that had built up.

You could hear her as she spoke quietly on the receiver, unmistakably irritated as she sat on the edge of the bed and ran her free hand through her hair. She argued back and forth before slamming the phone down, and you both turned to face one another at the same time.

“I have to go negotiate a deal” she huffed and rolled her eyes, and you remembered her saying a few weeks ago that this was part of the reason she was leaving, tired and fed up with having to take these sort of calls in the middle of the night, to babysit and hand hold the juniors all to appease the higher ups. “I’ll be two hours at the most. Please stay” she leaned in and kissed you again, you whined loudly and she giggled, a sound you’d never heard her make before. “Make yourself at home”, she breathed out as she pulled away. You shook your head at her, emitting a whine, and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her body down on top of yours as you kissed her deeply.

You started rutting against her as her front collided with yours, and your tongues swirled. You moaned and she quickly pulled away, resting on her forearms. “I have to go” she whispered next to your ear, her mouth on your neck, “The sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll be back.” she hummed as she removed herself and pressed one last chaste kiss to your lips, walking into her wardrobe to get changed.

You ran your palms over your face and groaned, “Two hours starts now, that’s it. If you’re so much as a minute over, I’m starting without you” you called out in annoyance dropping your head back down against the pillows. A robe was hastily thrown across the room in your direction, landing on top of you as you heard her rifle through her drawers and scramble to get dressed.

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You had looked at her as she was leaving, running your eyes over her suit, groaning once more as you heard the front door click shut. You had laid there for a few moments longer after she left, clenching your thighs together in rapid succession, attempting to calm the rising and falling of your breaths.

Eventually you rose, stripping the remainder of your garments off and wrapping the silk robe around your frame. As you walked out into the hall from the bedroom you saw that the wall was covered with photos, in varying sizes and frames. In your haze earlier you had missed the finer details of her home, now sobered you took note.

It was a glimpse into her life, a gallery of memories that she had carefully curated. You recognised photos of a younger version of her, in one her long unruly hair was flowing in the wind, the Harvard square in the background, Rafael was next to her, his arm loosely hung around her shoulders. There was another of the two of them sitting on deck chairs by a pool, thick manes of hair and oversized shirts on both of them, the sun beating down on them as they smiled.

You took note of a few others on the wall, there was one of her and your father on the supreme court house steps in Washington, another of her bar admittance, and her law school graduation. Side by side were two photos of her with her family, one was stoic in nature, a formal portrait of all of them, and you surmised that she couldn’t have been older than five or six in it. The other she was laughing as her own father swung her through the air, both of her front teeth missing as she smiled wide. You laughed quietly to yourself as you took in the photo, her hair and dress running with the winds, she looked happy, and it was the brightest you’d ever seen her.

As you turned your head and stepped further down, you noticed sprinklings of whimsical and eclectic pieces in her home. By the doors to the patio there was an old wooden cabinet, a record player and an antique crystal bowl laid atop. The bowl was filled with old matchbooks from bars and restaurants, some local and some foreign, a collection of her nights and travels.

Your fingers hesitated and hovered at the cabinet doors before you finally slid it open slowly, finding a vast and varied collection of old records. You perched on the floor in front of it as you ran your fingers over them, carefully plucking out albums here and there. Some of it surprised you, but what didn’t was that it was organised by genre first, then in alphabeticals.

You weren’t shocked by finding an array of classical composers and jazz musicians, or the decades worth of rock and folk, some of which you disagreed with holding onto. But you turned your head in surprise at finding a large handful of early R&B and a meticulously organised soul section in her varied collection.

“Hello” you said aloud to yourself as you pulled out an Al Green album, putting it on spin as you continued exploring. You felt so privileged to get to know her in this way, in being able to explore the parts of herself that she shut off from the outside world. For as long as you’d known her she had portrayed this cold and hard exterior, one that seemed impossible to crack, but you knew deep down, under the surface of all of that, was a woman so full of kindness and empathy.

She had shown you glimpses of it in the past month and the bygone years, underneath that whole pretence and facade was someone different, someone warm, but so adamant on keeping that closed off to the outside world. You wondered if she had always been this way, or if what had happened to her along the way had made her like this, forcing her to shut away the true parts of herself, in a desperate attempt to protect herself.

You thought about all of it as you viewed the print above the dining table once more, the same one you’d noted when you’d first entered. The woman’s head was thrown back in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as her heels scraped across the paper. It felt fitting to her, encompassing her in the ways in which you’d observed her, in the glimpses she’d shown you; entirely captivating and yet, carefully guarded.

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When she returned almost two hours later, she found you curled up on the couch, glass of scotch in one hand, a novel you’d plucked from her expansive bookshelves in the other. You looked up at her and smiled as she walked through, your heart swelling at the sight.

She sat down next to you and reached forward, grabbing the glass out of your hand and up to her lips. Draining the amber liquid before leaning forward, placing the tumbler on the table, and in one foul swoop, pulling you into her lap. You shrieked as her hands gripped at your hips, giggling when you landed on top of her.

“Hi” you spoke breathily, sweeping your hair over and off your face. “Took you long enough” you teased as her lips chased yours and her hands settled delicately on your rib cage, the silk robe you were encased in hovering underneath the palms of her hands.

“Eighteen minutes to spare” she uttered, you moaned into her mouth when it finally met yours, her tongue plunged in, the kiss was rough and passionate, and fulfilled a carnal need for both of you.

“Sixteen, but who’s counting?” You joked as you pulled back, poking at her rib cage.

“You have fun snooping?” she ran her hands up your sides, stroking and kneading as she raised a brow in your direction.

“I did not snoop! Thank you very much” your mouth opened in faux agape at the accusation. “But I will say…” you stretched your hand out and cleared your throat before breaking out into song “All I want for christmas is my two front teeth -” teasing her over the photos from her childhood

“You little…” her hands tickled at your sides, fingers digging into skin, you burst out laughing before screaming for mercy. Her hand slid down and lightly spanked you and you moaned loudly, you rocked forward, and tipped your head back, exposing the column of your neck. She lathered it in bites and soft kisses, storing away your previous moan as something to explore later.

You moved until her thigh was between yours, slowly rocking yourself on it, dragging yourself across as she bit and sucked her way across your neck. She reached the skin just below your ear, and arched her neck up to bite on your earlobe, you moaned once more and felt the fanning of her breath over your neck as she let out a low chuckle, arrogant like, as if she was ever so pleased with herself.

She tested the waters further, bringing her hand up from your hip and threading it through your hair as she directed your lips back to hers, she bunched her fingers into a fist and tugged lightly on the tresses, you moaned and rocked yourself harder on her thigh.

“Please” you were begging without realising it, the word spilling from your lips, your eyes widened as you heard yourself, the breathy moans and utterance bouncing off the walls.

“Please what?” one hand stayed entangled in your hair while the other moved around from your hip and down, snaking over to untie the knot in your robe.

You bit your bottom lip, harshly, holding back the words threatening to spill. Racing thoughts swirling as you felt heat spread over you with every second that passed by. Her fingers undid the knot, and your robe fell open as she looked back up at you, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes were wild

“Say it” she husked, bringing her free hand to rest on your stomach, as the one that was still wrapped in your hair tugged harder this time.

“Fuck me” you husked and she looked back up at you, waiting for you to say something else along with it, she clicked her tongue against her teeth “Please. Fuck me please”. You breathed out, in rapid succession. Your chest flushed red and it spread up past your neck and onto your cheeks.

“Good girl” she ran her tongue along her bottom lip before biting down and smiling up at you. You moaned again, this time at the praise, and she made another mental note of it, grinning as she picked you up. A gasp of surprise left you as you marvelled at her strength, you wrapped your legs tighter around her as she carried you through the hall.

She dropped you down onto the bed and covered your body with hers once more, repeating her previous ministrations she had started before you had been interrupted those few hours ago.

She slid down until her knees hit the carpet, hooking her arms under your thighs to pull you forward, your hips resting on the edge of her bed. You quickly ripped off the robe off your shoulders and threw it to the floor as she ran her tongue through the length of you. Crying out you arched up and reached forward to grip your fingers into her hair, threading them through her loose locks. She moaned as you scratched at her head, and you felt the drumming of it travel through you, up through your stomach and into your lungs.

“Oh god” you threw your head back, your breath hitching tightly in your throat, as the back of your head involuntarily hit the sheets and mattress underneath. She glanced up and laughed softly at your reaction, and you felt the vibrations roll through you again. A gutteral sound left you at the feeling, and your grip in her hair tightened. With anyone else you might have felt embarrassed at the sound of their laughter, but you knew with her it was out of smugness, not out of spite or shame.

She wound her left hand up to your chest, pinching at your exposed nipple, while her other hand snaked over your legs, her index finger lightly tracing at your opening, rubbing circles in sync with her mouth on your clit.

She pulled her mouth away only momentarily, bringing her head up to look at you, “Can I?” she tapped her fingers lightly against you.

“Yes” you groaned in answer to her question, and she pressed a delicate kiss to the inside of your thighs, almost as if she was thanking you. Before you could think for a moment longer, she slowly pushed one finger inside you, a satisfied hum leaving her at the feeling. She added a second digit, pushing in deeper, and then pulling them, curving and rubbing them against that spot inside of you.

She wrapped her lips around your clit and flattened out her tongue, and you wrapped your hand over your mouth, stifling your moans as she thrust into you. Huffs of air and sounds left through the gaps in between your fingers and she glanced up. “I want to hear you” she softly nipped at your thigh, gaining your attention.

A string of swears, breaths, and moans flew from your lungs as you lost yourself in the feeling of her, of the feeling of being almighty consumed by her. She kept up a perfect rhythm as her mouth returned to your clit, the movements of it in sync with her fingers that seemed to have memorised the most intricate and intimate parts of you.

You could feel yourself on the edge, ready to dive off it at a moment’s notice, so high strung from the evening, and the weeks of moments with her that had been leading up to this moment here and now. Your hips began rocking as you met her thrusts and she ran her tongue in a figure eight pattern over your pulsating clit.

You shut your eyes tightly as heat began to spread through your body, building and expanding. Your body tensed and your grip tightened, tugging harshly at the roots of her hair. You let out a loud moan as your breath hitched and you clenched around her, your orgasm washing over you, a cry escaping you as she fucked you through it, your release coating her fingers.

She kissed your inner thigh again, and waited a moment before easing her fingers out of you, chuckling as you let out a whine at the feeling. She pushed herself up from the floor, sitting next to you by the edge of the bed.

You slowly opened your eyes, a lazy smile on your face as you came back down to reality. She looked at you, meeting your gaze as she raised her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean, and you couldn’t help the moan that left you at the sight.

“You’re still dressed” you hummed and she smirked, letting out a small huff of laughter. She stood and untucked her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons on it, exposing her toned stomach. She reached to undo her belt and you immediately sat up, smacking her hand away as you shook your head. “Nuh uh” your fingers gripped the leather, pulling at it as you unfastened the buckle and tugged it through the loops of her pants, the leather snapping against the fabric as you ripped it away, the sound of it sent a shiver through you.

You leaned in, pressing open mouthed kisses to her exposed midriff, leaving soft bites on her hips. She stepped out of her pants and underwear, you raised yourself up on your knees, peeling her shirt off her. When you reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, she leaned down, sweeping her lips to meet yours in an impassioned kiss. You moaned when your tongues duelled, the taste of yourself still lingering on her. The world was still turning, while the two of you were locked into this moment, stilled, and yet climbing higher.

When you pulled back she peeled her bra off her shoulders, and you took a moment to appreciate the beauty she possessed. The perfect curve from her neck to her shoulders, the littering of small freckles along her chest, how her darkened nipples rose and hardened under your gaze, and how goosebumps spread across the expanse of skin.

You leaned in once more, exploring her chest, kissing and softly biting your way across the expanse. Your lips enveloped one of her hardened peaks and she moaned loudly above you, grasping onto your head, fingers threading through your hair. You bit down lightly and she gasped and swore at the feeling, using the hand in your hair to throw you back until you hit the bed.

“Too much?” You sat up, concern evident as you swallowed back the angst and fear. You thought you had a good read on her, following her lead all night, thinking that you were so very compatible.

“Not enough” She climbed on top of your splayed out thighs, hands gripping your face as she leaned in to kiss you again.

Of course she had to be on top, so hell bent on not relinquishing even the smallest amount of control, even for a moment. The only control lost would be when she finally gave in and let go, allowing you to pull her orgasm from her, and even then that would be in her own terms, her in complete control.

You reached down, running your fingers through her, “You’re so wet” you whispered, part in awe, her getting you off had given her this much pleasure, and you thought you might melt as your fingers traced through slick heat.

“What do you need?” You hummed as you resumed kissing across her skin, you didn’t want to overstep or make assumptions. Instead of answering you, she brought her hand down to meet yours, manipulating two of your fingers just below her opening, showing you what she wanted instead.

You thrust into her, pumping your fingers in and out, curling sporadically until you found a rhythm that left her breathless. Your free hand rubbed intently over her clit and she began to shake, she brushed the hair off your face and leaned in, kissing you, your tongues meeting as you swallowed her moans.

She pulled away, throwing her head back as opened her mouth, going to say something before she stopped herself. Her face twisted, a huff of breath and air leaving her instead of the words she wanted to say.

“I know.” you kissed her throat “It’s okay, just let go.” you whispered, and that was all it took. She tensed, and the coiled spring within her rapidly unwound, crying out from above you. Her dull and short nails dug into the skin of your shoulders as she shook, her orgasm rushing over her. You kissed over the expanse of her chest and neck as you slowly withdrew your fingers and she slumped forward. Collapsing breathless on top of you as you laid back, her body instinctively following yours.

Her lethargy only lasted mere minutes, your hands tracing up her spine rousing her. She pressed a quick kiss to your lips, and you chased after it as she pushed herself up from bed, strolling into her closet. You could hear the sounds of drawers being opened and shut, before she returned into your eyeline. She leant against the door frame, dangling a strap off her fingers. She arched a brow, shooting you a look, a silent question, and you nodded vigorously. A smug smile graced her features, and she pushed herself off the frame, coming to stand at the edge of the bed frame.

“Turn over for me”

You flipped over onto your stomach, running your fingers through your hair, as you glanced over your shoulder at her. She smirked at you as it settled over her hips and she tightened the straps. She settled in behind you, running the tip through your folds. Grinning as you moaned loudly.

She brought her mouth to your ear, nibbling at the lobe, “Up” she breathed into it, tapping at your hips at the same time. You raised up onto your knees and she ran her hands over your ass, squeezing the flesh under her palms. She brought her hand down, spanking you, reading your previous cues from earlier in the evening, and a loud moan left you. “Is that alright?”

“God yes” you cried out, rocking back into her, and you knew she was smirking once more without even having to look over your shoulder at her. She pushed into you, slowly at first, letting the dildo fill you, allowing you to adjust to it.

You both groaned when it was fully settled inside of you, then she pulled out, torturously slow, the ridges of the silicone dragging against your walls. She waited until you were groaning, almost begging, before plunging back into you, filling you completely. She brought her hand back down, harder this time, and your moans grew louder with every lick of her palm, and every thrust as she found a rhythm, your hands gripping tightly at the sheets underneath your fingers.

She pulled you up until your back was flush with her chest. You could feel her nipples pressing into your back and it only incensed you further. She reached both hands down, one pressed against your lower belly, her flat palm pressing lightly, while the other rubbed intently at your clit. You could feel her chasing her peak with yours, her hips snapping with every thrust, every movement. You tipped your head back and her lips found yours.

“Rita! Fuck -” you gasped as she pinched your clit between her fingers, your mouth ripping away from hers.

“Stop trying to force it” she bit your earlobe, her words coming out in breaths and pants “Relax. Let it wash over you”

“Oh fuck” She thrust back up into you once more, and you listened to her, instead of focusing on it and tensing, instead of forcing your orgasm, you relaxed and let it wash over you. She slapped your clit and you jerked up, crying out as you found your release. It spread through you, starting in your toes as it travelled up your legs and through your belly and your spine. You came hard, shaking as she clutched you tighter to her, and you felt her reach her second peak not far behind you, both of you riding through it together. Your clit twitched and with every spasm your body rocked, and you whined. She went to pull out and you grabbed her wrist, shaking your head.

“A minute -” you mumbled and she kissed over your shoulder and up to your neck, your hand grasped tightly in hers. You squeezed it and then laid forward, she pulled out and you groaned at the loss. You felt the bed dip and turned on your side, curling up, your breath coming out in hot and frantic pants. Your thighs were trembling as you pressed them closed, and your heart was hammering so hard in your chest that you could hear the thrumming of it in your ears.

You felt when she joined you again, and you trembled when she slowly brought her hand down, resting it on your arm. “You did so well” she ran her hand softly and slowly up and down your arm, her fingertips lingering on your skin.

“So intense” you groaned out

“What do you need? Water?”

“Mhm” it was all you could muster, a mumble in response.

“I’ll be right back”

She returned a few moments later with two glasses of water, placing yours in your hand as you lifted yourself up, sipping generously from the glass.

“Can you stand?” and you just groaned, you could feel her smirk without even having to look at her. You heard her leave again and then felt her tapping at your thighs. You opened them slowly and jumped slightly when you felt a warm washcloth running along. You hissed when she ran it over you and the cotton rubbed against your clit.

“Mm thank you”

She flitted around the room, cracking open the window, collecting the clothes strewn across the floor. Until she pulled the covers back and stroked at your arm, indicating for you to get underneath them.

She got under and just kept lightly running her hand over your arm, not wanting to overstimulate you. Once your breathing had calmed and your heart rate had lowered, you turned and shifted, curling into her side and resting your head on her chest. She ran her fingers through your hair, scratching at the base of your neck and you let out a low moan.

“Holy shit”

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” she had a shit eating grin on her face, full of pride and smugness.

“There’s good sex… and then there’s that...” you both giggled as you spoke.

“Oh sweetheart, if you think that was great, you’re in for a shock later on.”

You could hear the soft thrum of her heartbeat lulling you to sleep, her hands running through your hair. The first spark had been rough and passionate, you had both been starved, ravaging each other, mouths, teeth and fingers marking your skins. But this was different and yet so familiar, this was intimate and soft, what she had given you for the past month, and you both settled around one another in sheer bliss.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if we stay like this” you slurred, already fighting with your eyes to stay open, slowly blinking.

“Good. Let’s stay like this then” she pulled the duvet further up and then reached over to turn off the lamp by the bedside. Returning to pull you further into her embrace, your head resting on her chest. Her fingertips traced lightly up your spine, drawing patterns and leaving warmth in their wake. You felt safe. “Roll over” You turned slowly and she moved with you, shifting down on her pillow and wrapping her arm around you, scooting closer until you were pressed together, her knees pressing into the back of yours, slotting together.

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