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jerzwriter · 7 months

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High Seas (2/2)

And here is part two! Based on this ask from my bestie @icecoffee90 I hope you enjoy this, Z (and everyone else too!)

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Characters: Tobias Carrick, Ethan Ramsey

Category: Humorous fluff

Words: 2,500

Summary: Casey and Tobias have been looking forward to their vacation plans, a cruise on the high seas with some of his old friends from Hopkins. But when work got in the way, Casey convinced Ethan to join her husband instead. Now, out on the high seas, some confusion ensues. Will the friends turned frienemies now friends again survive?

A/N: There are author's notes at the end. Participating in @choicesflashfics Prompt 3 — “You like getting under my skin, don’t you?” and @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 2 - Stars.

Part One

My Masterlist

It was impossible to miss Ethan’s annoyance as he waited impatiently by the baggage carousel. If his tapping foot and the vein protruding from his temple weren’t proof enough, his exasperated sighs would have given him away. He has his bag in hand. Bag. He had the common sense to bring one carry-on. But not his prima donna companion was still waiting for his third.

“Jesus, Carrick! We’re gone for a week! How much did you pack?”

“Sorry,” Tobias snapped, lifting his final suitcase from the carousel. “But being fashionable matters to some of us; we’re not all Neanderthals.”

“You’ll be fashionable back in Boston when the ship sails without us!”

Tobias stopped dead in his tracks and shot Ethan an incredulous look. “It leaves in four freaking hours! Damn! I forgot how much of a pain in the ass you were to travel with.”

Ethan opened his mouth to launch an acerbic retort, but as his words formed, he couldn’t fight the smile tugging at his lips.

“In fairness, it’s been over a decade... and at your age, memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“I’m a year younger than you!” Tobias laughed as Ethan lagged behind. Throwing his last suitcase in the taxi’s trunk, he turned around with a smirk. “Try to keep up, old man. We don’t want to miss the boat.”

~~~~~

Somehow, Tobias managed to convince Ethan to carry one of his suitcases, and he hadn’t stopped complaining since. Having effectively tuned his friend out as they moved through the halls in search of their cabin, Tobias was relieved to see they were almost there.

“The suite is right down here,” he pointed.

“Suite?” Ethan asked. “I thought Casey said she changed it to a room?”

“She was going to, but I told her I’ll need my space if I’m stuck with you for a week. A separate sitting room and a balcony will come in handy when I can’t take listening to you anymore.”

“I love you too, Tobias. But weren’t you two getting a honeymoon suite?”

“It’s just a name, Ethan,” he laughed as they neared the door. “Casey told them there was a change in plans, so you have nothing to worry about. They promised to remove the sex swing from the room before our arrival.”

Ethan ran a hand down his face, and Tobias delighted in seeing his friend so irritated. After all, aggravating him was the man’s second favorite hobby.

“You really like getting under my skin, don’t you?” Ethan grumbled.

“Come on, sweetheart, you know that’s not true,” Tobias winked as he flung the door open. “Honey, we’re ho...”

Now, Tobias was flabbergasted, and Ethan couldn’t wait to get him back.

“What’s the matter, dear. Are the champagne and rose petals strewn across the bed distracting?”

“Casey told them to cancel all the extras! I was there when she called.”

Ethan lifted champagne from the bucket, nodding in approval. “Krug Grande Cuvee, not bad. If this is what we can expect, please leave the romance package in place.”

“Yeah, I’ll leave that in place,” Tobias mumbled while inspecting the bed. “And it looks like I’m leaving this in place, too. They told us the suite had two beds that could be combined into one, but this thing does not come apart.”

“Now that’s a problem.”

“Yeah, I’ll go talk to guest services. They must have something else available.”

Ethan patted his friend on the back. “You do that,” he grinned, happily popping the champagne open. “I’ll be here breaking in the chair on the balcony.”

Which was exactly where Tobias found him upon his return, ending Ethan’s brief tranquility.

“Problem,” he muttered, pouring a huge glass of bubbly. “The ship’s completely booked. All the suites with twin beds are taken.”

“Surely there must be someone in a standard room who would be happy to switch.”

“Perhaps,” Tobias sighed. “But then I’m back to being stuck in a room with you. No offense, buddy, I’m not sure I’d survive, and my daughter needs her dad.”

“Possibly,” Ethan deadpanned. “I could argue that she’d fare much better without your influence.”

“Very funny! They offered to bring a rollaway bed, but then we’ll fight over who gets the plush, comfy mattress and who gets to feel like they’re on a college bender.”

“So, I have to share a bed with you instead!”

Tobias raised an eyebrow. “You want the rollaway?”

Ethan’s expression gave him the answer he needed.

“It’s a king-size bed, Ethan. We practically have our own zip codes.”

Ethan shook his head as he downed the rest of his champagne.

“Casey did this on purpose. She’s probably back in Boston laughing as she imagines our misery.”

“It’s possible,” Tobias smirked. “My girl has a great sense of humor. We can Facetime her from bed tonight.”

Ethan shook his head as he stood up to return inside the suite. “You do as you wish, but I’ll be safe in my zip code.”

~~~~~

Hours later, the tuxedo-clad men entered the after-dinner mixer for Hopkins alumni. Tobias smirked with delight when several heads turn their way.

“You have to admit it,” he boasted. “I’ve still got it.”

“You?” Ethan spat. “What makes you think they’re not looking at me.”

“Common sense,” he smiled, tapping his friend’s shoulder. “What do you say we go mingle.”

“With whom? I don’t see anyone I recognize yet.”

“They’ll be here soon enough. We can get a drink while we wait.”

Nearby, an elegantly dressed woman glanced inconspicuously in their direction.

“Peggy,” she whispered to her wife. “Is that Tobias Carrick and Ethan Ramsey all chummy over there?”

Peggy adjusted her glasses to look. “You are correct, love. That’s them.”

“I didn’t realize they were on speaking terms again. After Vincenza-gate, I would have thought one of them landing in jail for the other’s murder would have been more likely than a reconciliation.”

“Yeah,” Peggy shrugged. “But that’s a long time ago now.”

“True, but when I ran into Tobias at that conference a few years back, he was still referring to Ethan by that pet name.”

“Which one was that?” Peggy laughed.

“Peckerhead, I believe.”

“Well,” Peggy smiled. “It looks like they resolved that.”

“Who resolved what?” A dark-haired man asked as the two women greeted him.

“Joshua! I wasn’t sure you were coming!” Leah grinned.

“What, miss this chance to network and gossip? No way!”

“Then you’re in the right place,” Peggy smiled. “We were just commenting on Carrick and Ramsey being friends again. Who would have thought it?”

“Uhm, they’re not friends.”

“Josh,” Leah said, motioning in their direction. “Look at them. It’s clear as day. And I, for one, am happy to know they buried the hatchet.”

“Then you’ll be even happier to hear this... they’re married.”

“They’re what?” The women replied in unison.

“Get out of here!” Peggy nudged Joshua’s shoulder.

“Well...” Leah stalled, “I did hear Tobias got married... that alone shocked me, but no one mentioned he married Ethan. Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent,” Joshua said, crossing his heart. “Mallory and I are in the suite next to them.”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “So they’re sharing a room... and you assume they’re married?”

“No. But the walls are thin, and we heard Ethan was going on and on about their romance package. Not to mention they were calling each other dear and sweetheart.”

“And Carrick is definitely a newlywed,” Peggy added.

“And it’s too soon for him to have something on the side. At least, I hope it is,” Leah chided. “Wow. Ethan and Tobias married. I didn’t have that on my bingo card.”

“Let’s stop ogling them and go and say hello,” Peggy insisted. “We’re going to look downright rude.”

The trio approached them, and after greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, Tobias went right into being...Tobias.

“You ladies look gorgeous as always! How is it that you’ve been aging backward,” he smiled.

“Ah, I see married life hasn’t made you any less of a flirt,” Leah tittered.

“Nah, that’s genetic. But now I’m all bark and no bite.”

“And it better stay that way,” Ethan jumped in.

“As if that’s even a question,” Tobias smiled. “You know darn well I know how good I have it.”

“I have to admit,” Peggy injected. “I was shocked that you two made up much less...” she motioned between them. “This.”

“Yeah, I don’t think most saw this coming,” Tobias agreed. “But it’s a good thing. We wasted too many years.”

“Years we’ll never get back,” Ethan agreed.

“You know, Mallory and I are in the suite next to you,” Josh informed. “Perhaps we can join you on the balcony for a few drinks tonight.”

“That works,” Tobias smiled. “Ethan and I will supply the drinks.”

“Yeah,” Ethan laughed. “We have the top-shelf stuff in our suite.”

“I know,” Josh smiled. “The romance package... we got it, too. We’ll see you later.”

~~~~~

Late that night, Ethan showered while Tobias Facetimed Casey and Sammy. As much as Tobias was enjoying himself, he missed his girls, and seeing them reminded him how much. Still, he did his best to stay positive.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he beamed at his babbling daughter. “That’s right!”

Then, a groan, loud enough for Tobias to hear through his AirPods, came from the bathroom.

“Babe,” Tobias interrupted Casey. “Wait just a second.” Removing an earbud, he walked to the bathroom door. “Ethan? Are you OK?”

“I’m fine. I just slipped, this space is just too damned tight.”

“Is it now?” Tobias chuckled at his friend taking his third shower of the day. “It wasn’t a problem this morning or during round two this afternoon.”

“Yeah, well, maybe it’s because I’m exhausted.”

“I told you three times was a bit much,” Tobias replied. “But, as long as you’re all right, I’m returning to what I was doing. So, where are we?” he said, slipping his earbud back in place. “Look at you smiling for Daddy! You are such a good girl....”

Outside the door, Mallory stopped Joshua from knocking. She looked at her husband as they heard bits and pieces of the conversation inside Ethan and Tobias’s cabin.

“You know, honey,” Mallory started. “They sound like they’re...busy...”

“They sure do. Three times today?”

“Well,” his wife shrugged, “they are newlyweds. Let’s allow them their privacy.”

“You’re right,” he said, wrapping his arm around her. “How about we go to the Lido Deck? The buffet will be open in fifteen minutes, and we can get a good seat.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Heh,” Josh chuckled with a shake of his head. “Ramsey and Carrick. Who would have ever thought?”

~~~~~

The following afternoon, Ethan and Tobias were poolside when Mallory, Joshua, Leah, and Peggy approached, floppy hats on their heads and towels under their arms.

“Hey,” Leah smiled, motioning to the empty deck chairs. “Are these seats taken?”

“Only by you,” Tobias smiled. He motioned for the waiter to order drinks for all. “And tell the bartender not to skim on the rum!” He hollered before turning to his old classmates. “So, how are you enjoying the cruise?”

“It’s been great!” Peggy enthused. “You know, work is so busy, it feels like Leah and I never get to see one another back home.”

“Yeah,” Tobias laughed. “We don’t have that problem, do we, Ethan?”

“Nope,” He said, leaving his dark Ray-Bans in place. “It feels like we’re together morning, noon, and night.”

“Aww, but that’s lovely!” Mallory grinned.

“Yeah,” Ethan chuckled. “That’s one word.”

“Hey,” Tobias tapped Joshua’s shoulder. “I thought you and Mallory were going to pass by last night.”

“Uh... we were,” Joshua started. “But we figured you could use your... privacy.”

“Honestly, I appreciate that. I was Facetiming my daughter. I knew I’d miss her, but I didn’t know how much.”

“Your daughter?” Leah gasped. “I knew you got married, but I had no idea you had a baby, too!”

“Oh yeah,” Tobias beamed, pulling out his phone to show off Sammy’s picture. “I waited long enough, so I figured, go big or go home!”

“She’s beautiful!” Peggy gushed. “The two of you must be so proud!”

“We are!” Tobias smiled. “I wish Casey could have made this trip. She would have loved meeting you.”

“Casey?” Leah asked. “Is that your nanny?”

“My nanny? No,” Tobias laughed, thumbing through his phone to show them a wedding photo. “Casey’s my wife.”

“Your wife?” Mallory asked. “But, but... aren’t you two...?”

Ethan sat up and finally removed his sunglasses. “Aren’t we what?”

“You’re not married?” Josh asked.

“Me?” Ethan spat. “And Tobias?”

“Yes,” Mallory started. “We thought...”

“US?” Ethan asked with disgust.

“Yeah,” Leah replied, looking a little miffed herself. “Clearly, we got it wrong... Josh!”

“Me and Ethan... married,” Tobias laughed. “Now, wouldn’t that be something?”

“No!” Ethan shot back. “It would not! It would not be something at all!”

“All right, Ethan,” Peggy said, sounding offended. “I understand we were wrong, but are you that insulted we assumed you were married to a man?”

“WHAT? No! Not at all. I’m insulted because you assumed I’d pick Carrick!”

“I love you, too, Ethan.”

“And see,” Ethan said. “That’s how rumors start.”

Tobias let out a weary sigh. “You seem a bit flustered. Should we go back to the room?”

“Again... how the rumors start.”

“Look,” Tobias laughed. “As adorable of a couple as we would make. It would never happen. I’m way out of Ramsey’s league.”

“You know I was saying that to Le...” Peggy said, stopping when Ethan glared her way. “I was saying you would be an adorable couple... that’s all.”

“Good save,” her wife whispered.

“Not good enough,” Ethan groused.

~~~~~

Ethan sat on the balcony, appreciating the total darkness that made every star in the sky feel within his reach. He closed his eyes and took the salty air, the sound of the surf as the ship clipped through the ocean waters. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this at peace when the sliding door opened.

“Yeah, I know, baby,” Tobias chuckled. “As if he could do better.”

“Are we still on this?” Ethan moaned.

“You think I wasn’t going to tell Casey,” Tobias smiled before wrapping up their call.

He handed Ethan a cold beer and popped the cap off his own before falling into his chair with a smile.

“You know... this is nice.”

“It really is,” Ethan agreed. “I never thought I’d enjoy a cruise, but this is so... peaceful. I’m glad Casey convinced us to do this.”

“Oh, the cruise is great, but that wasn’t what I was referring to.”

“Oh?”

“If I had imagined a Hopkins reunion when we graduated... hell, if I had imagined one three years ago, we would be on opposite ends of the room... glaring daggers at each other.”

“I would have pretended you weren’t there,” Ethan half-smiled.

“Yeah, well... this is better.”

Ethan raised his bottle to Tobias’s. “Yeah, this is better.”

“Look at us,” Tobias beamed. “And Casey was sure one of us would end up overboard.”

“The week is still young, Tobias... the week is still young.”

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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When in Rome

Pairing: Frienemy! Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Fingering (f receiving), degrading, edging, marking, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 4466

Prompts: 21) "Make me."

25) "If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed."

82) "You’re on your worst behaviour."

Summary: You’re on a roadtrip with Ateez and due to not enough seats in the car you end up having to sit on Yunho’s lap, because of this you decide to have a little fun during the car ride, it’s all fun and games until you get to your hotel room.

Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee

It was an intense game of pulling straws, there were 9 of you going on a trip and 5 hotel rooms were booked so obviously everyone was fighting over who got a room to themselves, the only way to stop everyone fighting was to pull straws. With 2 green, 2 red, 2 blue, 2 yellow and 1 plain everyone was praying for the plain whether it be out loud or in their heads. “Okay guest goes first.” Hongjoong calls holding all the straws in one hand, you were not exactly happy about this, the odds not being in your favour. You took a small breath and pulled your straw. “Green! Unlucky y/n.” the rest of the group having a small grin on their faces knowing the single room was still up for grabs. The game continued and 2 straws were left, so far the room arrangements were San and Yeosang, Hongjoong and Wooyoung and you and Jongho needing roommates since Seonghwa secured the single room. A new game of rock paper scissors had broken out between Mingi and Yunho to determined who got to go first, after a few rounds Mingi came out the victor pulling a yellow straw causing Yunho’s face to slightly drop as he knew the only colour left was green, meaning you two were roommates. “Can we have a do over?” Yunho asked quietly, not really wanting to be the one to room with you, it’s not that he didn’t exactly like you but there was kind of a love hate situation between you, most of the time you got on well but there were days where you couldn’t stand the sight of each other and for the sake of the trip he didn’t want to take his chances. “We’re not going through all that again, it’s taken us long enough.” Wooyoung whined from the back, too eager to get the trip started. Yunho let out a defeated sigh as the rest of you went off to get your bags.

With the biggest majority of the bags squeezed into the boot of the car the ones left over had to take up a seat in the back, leaving 1 less seat. “Y/n, you’re going to have to sit on Yunho’s lap, I’m sorry.” Seonghwa sighs after throwing the last bag into the car. “What? Why me?” You ask a little offended. “Well, you’re the smallest one out of all of us and since you’re rooming with Yunho why not?” You look over to Yunho, who was too busy talking to Mingi to hear you both, you let out a small groan in displeasure but decided not to argue any further. Seonghwa went over to break the news to Yunho before everyone got into the car, earning the same groan in displeasure from him. You and Yunho got stuck with the back seats with all the bags while everyone else was able to stretch out a bit more. This was going to be the longest drive either of you have been a part of. Yunho got comfortable in the seat first before you climbed onto his lap wriggling around slightly to get yourself comfy. “Please stop moving already.” Yunho hisses under his breath. “I’m trying to get comfy.” You complain back to him seeing how he was starting to lose his patience.

You didn’t really talk to each other during the start of the drive, you mostly joined the others in conversation, the usual jokes and small roasts back and forth, laughter filling the car and the complaints of the one being made fun of following suit. The conversation soon shifts to Jongho who was describing this really funny video he’d seen earlier and just had to show you, you all try to lean in closer to him to see the video play on his phone, but you struggle to get a good look, you shuffle forward slightly and hear Yunho give out a low quiet groan from beneath you and his hand lightly grip the side of your leg as you did so, at first you thought you hurt him so you quickly turned around to apologise only to see his brows furrowed and his eyes shut. His reaction confused you slightly but you decided to shrug it off still apologising to him before turning your attention back to the video.

The group conversation slowly died down as everyone trailed off into separate conversations. You started getting a little restless now, you’d only been in the car for an hour but your ass was going dead from lack of movement, you couldn’t help but shuffle around a little in an attempt to get some feeling back. “Y/n...You’re doing it again.” Yunho says between gritted teeth, eyes not leaving his phone screen. “My ass is dead I can’t help it.” You bite back as you continue to shuffle around. Your movements are halted when his hands grip your hips sturdying them in place. “I said stop.” You could see his cheeks start to go a light shade of pink, he was starting to get flustered. It was safe to say you were slowly growing bored, everyone in their own conversations while you’re sat there in silence, so seeing how flustered Yunho was getting you decide this was your chance to have some fun trying to see how far you could push him. “Make me.” You whisper to him while you slowly wiggled your ass on his lap again, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Meanwhile, unknown to you, you and Yunho were the topic of Wooyoung and San’s conversation. “So how do you think the trip will end for Yunho and y/n?” San quietly asked nudging Wooyoung. “Oh, I think it’s going to be great, it will go one of two ways I’m telling you, either they’ll kill one another, or, they’ll end up doing another form of fighting if you get what I mean.” Wooyoung raised his eyebrows as he said the last bit trying to make it a little more clear to San what he meant but ultimately failing as San looked back in confusion. “What do you mean?” His head tilted slightly as he tried to quickly dart his eyes from Wooyoung to you. “Oh come on San can’t you see it?” Wooyoung tried his best to keep his voice down as San still sits there clueless, “See what?” Poor San really had no idea, it seemed only Wooyound was able to see what he saw between you and Yunho. “Bro, can’t you see there is clearly sexual tension between them?” San’s eyes widened at the statement, he’d never noticed this and he found it absurd. “Tsk, come on Woo, you can’t be serious, they hardly talk when they’re actually on good terms and when they’re not one of them is ready to set a building on fire while the other is locked in it, how does that scream sexual tension to you?” He could see the wheels turning in Wooyoung’s head as he thinks back through all the encounters you and Yunho shared. “Have you not seen the way they look at each other even when they argue, wait no, ESPECIALLY when they argue, they have that look in their eyes like they’re about to rip each other’s clothes off there and then. They get on each other’s nerves to get the other’s attention, they’re clearly into each other but they just don’t know it yet.” Wooyoung smirks to himself, proud over what he just said, San on the other hand, still doesn’t agree. “Woo, I think you’re looking into this a bit too much.” A small scoff comes from Wooyoung at this. “Do you wanna bet? I bet you by the end of this trip they’d have slept together.” Wooyoung crosses his arms as San looks at him with intrigue in his eyes. “You’re on, you think they’ll sleep together, I think they’ll get close to killing each other. Loser buys the other food for a month.” San holds his hand out to shake Wooyoung’s closing the deal between them.

All while the conversation between San and Wooyoung was happening you carried on riling Yunho up. You kept yourself pretty casual, staying on your phone scrolling endlessly through your social medias, every now and again you would slowly roll your hips, slow enough for you to go unnoticed by anyone but quick enough to elicit a reaction from Yunho. “Y/n, I will, I’ll kill you if you carry on.” You can’t help but smirk at his reactions, you loved getting on his last nerve and right now you seemed to be doing an amazing job, every time you rolled your hips his fingers would dig into your hips and his hands would press against you in an attempt to stop your movements. You carried on like this for a short while until you heard a low groan come from Yunho after yet another hip roll. Your eyes dart to him to see him with his eyes closed again but this time it was clear you didn’t hurt him as you felt him slowly harden beneath you. “Is someone getting a little flustered?” You whisper as you lean a little closer to him so no one could hear, you light breath on his ear sent a wave of goose bumps through his body and a small shiver escaped him. “No, now shut up.” His voice was slightly rougher and breathy as he tried to concentrate on anything other than the friction you were creating. You picked up your pace ever so slightly still trying to go unnoticed by the others. More low groans and growls left his mouth, he couldn’t hold them back, he loved the sensation the friction was giving him. You let out small giggles every time he reacted to your movements, you were enjoying yourself and as much as you would hate to admit it you found his noises rather attractive, you got slightly turned on yourself knowing you were the cause of his groans and frustration. “You enjoying yourself there.” You couldn’t help but make the comment, the sounds were music to your ears, so sweet. “You’re on your worst behaviour you know that.” His words now coming out in small sighs. You were going to make another comment before you were cut short by Hongjoong. “We’re here!” He announced as he pulled up to a rather nice hotel.

Everyone clambered out of the car eager to stretch their legs. Before you got out yourself you gave Yunho’s flushed cheeks a few small pats and leaned in slightly to whisper, “So cute.” into his ear before hopping off his lap and out the car, that comment was the last straw for him, something in his mind snapped, part of him felt he was crazy but the other was so high with how much he enjoyed all of this. He took a moment to compose himself before joining everyone else in collecting the bags. With suitcases in hand you all made your way into the lobby to check in, Yunho keeping pretty far behind everyone. With room keys in hand you all make your way to your designated rooms. Luckily, your rooms were in a row, one by one telling everyone to have fun unpacking, pulling out the keys from your pocket, fighting to get into the room before Yunho to get the better bed, and get set up, to deal with the little space he'll have to have. Seconds later, you hear a sigh from behind you, as you fold your clothes and putting them in the side of the wardrobe that you dibbed in your head, trying your best to ignore Yunho who rolls his eyes, not saying much as he throws his suitcase on the bed, before sitting next to it. After putting all of your belongings away and getting settled into the room a message pops up in the group chat from Seonghwa inviting everyone down to the hotel bar for a drink to kick off the first night of vacation right. You simply glance over to Yunho to see what his response to the text is to which he simply got up from the bed and walked out, you took that as he was down for drinks and quite frankly so were you.

You’re reunited with the rest of the group at the bar and you feel a little weight get lifted off your shoulders, rooming with Yunho is going to be a lot more difficult than what you had originally expected, there was so much tension, what type of tension you don’t know but it was there and it was heavy. You were greeted first by Mingi who passed you your first drink of the night, you thanked him with a big smile and started talking, mostly about how nice the hotel is and discussing what the possible plans for the next day would be. Drinks with the Ateez boys went just how you’d expect it to go, Wooyoung, Jongho and Hongjoong are progressively getting louder while Seonghwa and Yeosang are loosening up a bit and coming out of their shells, it was all great fun. You all stay at the bar for a few hours you’re careful not to have too much to drink since you don't want to spend the first day of your vacation hungover, you decide to switch from the alcohol and go for a simple coke as you get up to go to the bar, not realising you’re being followed. You lean against the bar as you wait for your drink when you feel a presence behind you. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re playing at.” A familiar low voice said from behind you, you turn around eyes met with Yunho, his cheeks a little pink from the one drink he’s had. “What are you talking about?” You ask genuinely confused. “Don’t play dumb with me, that little stunt you pulled in the car and now giving me the eyes from across the table I know what you’re playing at and you might want to be careful.” His voice low so the others wouldn’t be able to hear him, his eyes looking you up and down as if he was contemplating something. You did admit to yourself, you knew what he was talking about and you were not sorry about any of it, you really wanted to see how much he could take before he snaps, if you had to room with someone who half the time you couldn’t stand you might as well have some fun with it. “And why would I do that?” You tone becoming cocky in an attempt to push even more of his buttons. “Because if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed, and that’s a promise.” His response had you taken aback slightly but you’d be lying of you said you didn’t like it. “Hey, when in Rome.” You say with a wink taking your drink from the bar and heading back. “We’re not in Rome.” You turn on your heels and flip him your middle finger before getting back to the group and continuing your antics.

The drinks session didn’t last too much longer since Jongho went a little wild and ended up passing out in his chair, as soon as this happened you all decided to call it a night. Mingi is the first to leave as he throws his passed out roommate over his shoulder and says his goodbyes, the rest of you are close to follow suit once you all finish your last drink and all head up as a group. You and Yunho say goodnight to everyone as they all go off into their rooms as you walk to yours at the end. The last goodnight was to Seonghwa was was next door to you and Yunho, you both give a small wave as he enters his room. As soon as Seonghwa’s door clicked shut you felt Yunho roughly grip you by the wrist throwing you to the wall and caging you in with his arms either side of your head. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” His eyes were dark and voice quiet still well aware you’re only a few feet away from Seonghwa’s room. “I don’t know what you mean.” You reply in an overly innocent voice clearly showing you knew. “I thought I warned you what would happen if you tried me, are you sure you can handle this?” His face inching closer and closer as he spoke until he was so close his breath was fanning your face. “Such bold words, I’d like to see you put them into action.” There was no hesitation from Yunho his hands gripping the sides of your face pulling you into a rough kiss. Neither of you broke the kiss as you backed your way to the door of your room, fumbling in your pockets for the key and only breaking away to unlock the door.

Once in the room Yunho moved his hands to your hair grabbing fistfuls as he guided you to one of the beds. The back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall back taking Yunho with you, his hands were everywhere on you, endlessly roaming until he got brave sliding one hand under your shirt, one hand cupping your breast while the other held you down by your hip. You let out a small gasp against his lips as you started to feel his slowly start to grind against you sending electricity up your spine. You could already feel yourself melting into every touch you received, lust clouding your mind, you couldn’t help but let out small whimpers every time you felt the friction between you needing more. “Y...Yunho.” You lightly pant to him hardly breaking the kiss, he bit your lip lightly in response. “Yunho...get on with it...I need more.” This earned you a smirk in return as he broke away from your face and stopping all movement. “You decided to be a fucking tease earlier, consider this a lesson.” You furrow your brows at him bucking your hips to get some sort of friction back. Seeing you like this under him set of a lightbulb in his head, he was going to give you exactly what you wanted, just not in the way you imagined it.

His hands found his way to your shorts, pulling them from you along with your underwear at a painfully slow speed, you couldn’t help but let out small cries, begging for him to speed up. Once your lower half was bare and he’d taken in the sight of you already soaked, he brought his face back to yours as his fingers glided through your folds so lightly he was barely touching you. You gave out another small gasp finally thinking you’re getting somewhere. “Please Yunho.” You’re voice now whiny and desperate. His finger found your clit and started running excruciatingly slow circles, he was being such a tease, he knew how badly you wanted him right now but he was still pissed at you from the car, this was his revenge, he was going to rile you up to the point you’re endlessly begging for him. Your eyes pleading for more, tears pricking at the corners threatening to escape. Giving into you a little more he dips two fingers into you curling them ever so slightly hitting your sweet spot making you see stars. “R...Right there.” Your speech broken and almost inaudible. Not yet done with his torture he still continues the slow pace he’s had since the start. At this point you’re crying out for him practically screaming at him. “Go on beg for it, you look so pathetic like this, beg for it like the teasing little bitch you are.” He growls into your ear before giving it a harsh bite. “P...please Yunho...I...I’m sorry...I’ll be good...I promise...Just please.” Your pleads drove him crazy, turning him on more than anything in his life, your pleads were enough on their own to make him cum if you carried on, so he gave in, no warning, mercilessly pumping into you, curling his fingers at just the right time and using his thumb to run circles around your clit adding the perfect amount of pressure. You could feel yourself starting to come undone, your eyes rolling back as you felt the knot in your stomach quickly building, you were almost there, then...nothing.

“What the fuck Yunho.” You snap out of breath. “You really thought I was going to let you cum that easily?” A smirk covering his face feeling rather pleased with himself seeing the state you were in because of him, a begging, crying mess, finally even with you. He backed away from you slightly removing his clothes letting himself spring free from all of his confines. After following suit, removing what was left of your own clothes your eyes widened at the sight as you sat up to touch him only to be met with a hard shove as you fell back to the bed to watch him slowly crawl his way up to you. You couldn’t hold anything back anymore, you grabbed handfuls of his hair pulling him into you your lips lightly brushing past his and dotting kisses from his jaw down to his neck. The small groans that came from him were bitter sweet, you couldn’t get enough, you bit down lightly on his neck earning a small hiss from him as his fingers dug into your waist. Your bites got harsher as you combined them with small sucks and kisses, you weren’t going to stop until you left your mark on him in the form of a dark purple bruise. “Shit.” He groans into your ear clearly enjoying the slight pain, the whole situation got to his head and before you both know it he’s completely inside you, his hips connecting with the top of your thighs. Your actions completely stop as you let out a moan that seemed to bounce off all four walls and before you could go back to your mark your head is pulled back hard by your hair making you look into his eyes. “Do you see what you do to me? You piss me off so much looking the way you do, every time I see you I just want to turn you into my fuck toy.” Your nails dig into his arms at his words, the way he talked down to you drove you insane, he was so hot when he was like this and you’re sorry you didn’t think of teasing him sooner.

The next half an hour you were both moaning and grunting messes, taking in every inch of each other, no part left untouched as his harsh thrusts hit you in all the right places, the pull he had on your hair sending all new waves of pleasure through you and your nails clawing into his back as he ruined you he’d him mumbling curses into your ear followed by deep growls and breathy cries. The stars returning to your vision as you feel the knot once again build up in your stomach, his movements not faltering in the slightest bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. “Fuck...I’m..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your mind hazy as you were about to become undone. Yunho’s lips met yours once again. “Cum for me, I’m close too.” His low pants against your lips were enough to send you over the edge, your nails digging even harder into his back you were sure you left marks. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and the overstimulation quickly creeping up on you as he kept up his pace. “Y...Yunho...Too much.” You cried out now overly sensitive. “Just a while longer.” His hips finally losing their rhythm as his high washes over him. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he let out low growls riding out his own orgasm as you hold him close.

Once you had both slightly recovered he fell to the side of you, both of you panting and sweaty sticky messes, but neither of you cared, you were so fucked out all you could think about right now was sleep. Unexpected to you Yunho pulls you into him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “Yunho?” You started but was cut off by him shushing you. “Just shush, let me stay here.” You couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way to your face. Maybe Yunho wasn’t as bad as you thought.

The next morning you woke up still tangled in Yunho’s arms, for some reason it felt natural, like you’ve been waking up like this for years. You quickly check the time before rolling over to see him still asleep. You lightly tap his nose until he wakes up with a dazed look on his face. “Hmm? What?” His voice rough with sleep. “It’s time to get up.” You lightly sing to him still tapping his nose. “What time is it?” His eyes wander the room in search of the clock. “10am, we need to meet the guys downstairs in 45 minutes so come on.” You slowly get up and pat him on the side to follow.

Everyone was already in the lounge waiting for the two of you to appear, Jongho didn’t look too great, he was slumped in a chair, sunglasses on experiencing possibly the worst hangover he’ll ever have in his life. You and Yunho finally walk through the door and everyone quickly greets you while Hongjoong gets started on the plans for the day. While you’re listening to Hongjoong, Wooyoung is frantically slapping San’s arm. “What!?” San hisses quietly to Wooyoung. “Look!” Wooyoung’s eyes were wide as he pointed in Yunho’s direction, pointing out to San the dark purple hickey you’d left on Yunho’s neck the night before. San’s eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turns back to Wooyoung. “See I fucking told you, sexual tension, I mean I didn’t think they’d fuck on the first night but who cares I won the bet.” He couldn’t hold in his excitement over free food for a month, he was jumping and giggling like a child while San stood there groaning at the younger. Wooyoung’s sudden jumping caught your attention as you look over in his direction making eye contact with him. He shot you knowing eyes wiggling his eyebrows at you as he darts his eyes between you and Yunho. You’d completely forgotten about the mark but you shot Wooyoung a wink in response as he lost his shit entirely.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #yunho #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #yunho scenarios #jeong yunho scenarios #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #yunho hard hours #jeong yunho hard hours #hard hours #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop hard hours

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alectoperdita · 1 year

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Winner Takes All

rated: E tags: established relationship, married couple, anal fingering, anal sex, bottom Kaiba Seto

Written for @joukaiweek day 3 prompt: winner takes all

Turns out that sometimes what you need to do is throw out the two hours of location research you tried to do and just write the loving married smut you wanted to. Maybe I'll go back and write the proceeding horse racing bits before posting to AO3. Or maybe I won't. So feel free to use your imagination re: Kaiba and Pegasus's frienemies relationship.

I consider this to be in the same universe as The Best Laid Plan. Mood for this piece? Slice of life when you're married to a high-powered tech CEO.

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The journey to Las Vegas was long but uneventful. Seto dozed off in the passenger's seat about an hour in, and Katsuya left him alone. It was only fair when he had done the same this morning: slept through the first leg of their journey from San Francisco to LA while Seto drove. No doubt a day of interacting with Pegasus wore him out on top of that.

Katsuya made good time, though, letting his road trip playlist and the GPS guide him through long stretches of desert highway and finally the congested motorways snaking into the heart of the Strip. They even made their specified late check-in time with the hotel.

Seto was slow to rouse through the check-in process, requiring Katsuya to purposefully nudge him at several points because the arrangements were made under his name. Cute, even if it was a bit inconvenient. But through diligent study, Katsuya's English had improved tremendously over the last few years, which came in handy when he accompanied his husband on these trips. And he was able to lock down the details on both of their behalf.

He suspected the other man was already fully awake by the time they boarded the elevator to their top-floor suite. Instead of calling his husband on his ruse, though, he simply petted the head pillowed against him as they ascended. Clinging tighter to his waist, Seto made a faint but happy noise. With the elevator to themselves, Katsuya pressed a kiss to his husband's temple.

When the doors opened to their floor, Seto peeled away without prompting. Katsuya felt bereft, but he knew it'd only be for a brief moment. Until they traversed the hallway and were safely behind the closed door of their hotel room.

Seto waited for him to set their roller luggage aside, but not a second longer. His husband crowded him against a wall and seized him in a heated embrace and an even more fiery kiss. Katsuya slumped against the wall at his back, ceding control as Seto deepened the kiss into an open-mouthed one. There were no words to describe the joy and comfort of being crushed against his husband. To feel his strong hands and slender fingers explore his body and inflame his senses.

Seto broke the kiss first. "Finally, we're alone."

Katsuya chuckled and brushed a few bangs out of Seto's eyes. He couldn't resist pecking the tip of his husband's nose. Seto wrinkled it adorably, as Katsuya knew he would.

"Better enjoy it," he quipped. "Because in another two days—"

Seto's groan cut him off. "Yes, CES starts. I won't even have a moment to shit in peace then."

Laughter bubbled out of Katsuya. He never figured out if his own speech pattern had rubbed off on his husband or if Seto always possessed that crudeness, but hid it perfectly. He took Seto's hand, noting a light tremor before he stabilized, and led them to the couch. Seto didn't protest as he pulled him down, immediately winding his arms around Katsuya's neck and burying his face there. He further melted as Katsuya began rubbing that persistently troublesome spot at the top of his spine. There was, unsurprisingly, a knot there.

While he worked on the knot, he glanced around their suite. They were in the outer room meant for working or receiving visitors, furnished with sitting furniture and desks. The view outside the window was grandiose. It framed a large swath of the illuminated Strip. Through the open door on the other side of the room, he spotted the bedroom. It was likely only smaller than the current room by a small margin.

Everything was suitably high end. There was a certain quality of life expected of someone in Seto's position. Over the years, Katsuya had learned not to feel too guilty about it and to enjoy the ride when appropriate.

A flirty kiss against his throat tore him from his thoughts. He peered down and found his husband watching him with dark, half-lidded eyes.

"Thank you for coming with me. I know this isn't always the most riveting experience for you, but it means the world—"

Katsuya silenced him with a kiss in return. "I'm happy to go wherever, as long as it's with you."

Seto smirked. "Be careful what you say. I might test you against such a claim."

Katsuya swept his hand down the length of his husband's spine to brace his lower back. Next, he took hold of Seto's hip and pulled him entirely into his lap. Seto complied, but with a hint of a struggle because he could be a brat sometimes. Once he had him where he wanted, though, Katsuya burrowed his nose into his husband's hair and simply breathed.

"Nah, you could make spending time in even those horse paddocks fun."

A light slap landed across his shoulder. "Pervert."

"Hey hey now," Katsuya protested. "I didn't mean it like that. You're the one with his mind in the gutter."

Seto yanked his head back and arched a sardonic eyebrow at him. "Really? So you didn't have a single dirty thought at the track earlier?"

Katsuya flicked his eye toward the ceiling and noticed the chandelier overhead for the first time. "Well, I'm not gonna lie. There was that super swanky men's restroom with the mirror, and you always get so hot and bothered when we fuck in front of one."

"So romantic. Be still my beating heart," Seto deadpanned.

"Oh, as if you didn't want to jump me after my pick beat out Pegasus's on the track." He pinched his husband's flank for good measure. "You two are ridiculous, by the way. Twenty Gs and a five-year licensing deal. That was some rich bitch shenanigan. Jeez."

His husband rolled his eyes. "Pegasus wanted to agree. He just needed the pretense for his board. Can't be seen as a man who welches on his bets. It's bad for business."

"Rich bitch."

There was a growing predatory light in Seto's eyes. He slithered out of Katsuya's embrace and off his lap, ultimately landing on the floor at his feet. It always tilted Katsuya's world a little to see this gorgeous specimen of a man kneeling between his knees. His breathing hitched while his husband worked his belt and trousers open. Once freed, his cock swelled to fullness after a few expert strokes of his husband's hand.

Seto's voice dripped with seduction. "But I won't deny you were immensely helpful earlier. Would you like to collect your winnings now?"

He bucked against Seto's expert ministrations. Fuck, he loved this man. After licking his dry lips, he reached down and weaved his fingers into his husband's soft locks. "Yeah. And what would that be?" he asked breathlessly.

Seto's eyes glinted like gems. "The stakes were winner takes all. So you'll take me with your cock after I show you proper gratitude."

A groan tore out of Katsuya as Seto devoured him with his mouth. "Fuck, babe. Your mouth's to die for."

At his feet, his husband made a sound that seemed smug and felt like all bliss as it rumbled down his shaft. Despite gripping Seto's hair, the other man set the pace, leisurely suckling on his cock and rubbing the flat of his tongue against the underside. Seto struggled to take him into his throat, but Katsuya could hardly complain. His husband knew exactly what to do and how to work him to the edge.

"It's okay, babe." He reassured his husband with a soft tone and a gentler caress. "Don't force it. If you make me blow my load now, who's gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw? God, I can't wait to take your tight ass."

Seto's patience must already be frayed. His husband snaked a hand between his legs to fondle his own erection. His eyes had grown watery, wetness threatening to break their corners, but they were no less intense or hungry. After another minute of vigorous sucking and hollowed cheeks that brought Katsuya to the brink despite his warnings, Seto finally released him.

His voice was hoarse as he ordered, "Get the lube."

Katsuya didn't need to be told twice. With his erect dick swinging in the breeze, he scrambled to their luggage and located the lube they brought for the trip. Seto was nearly naked when he returned. His trousers and underwear were discarded in a crumpled pile on the floor, along with his sports jacket and tie. He was halfway to shrugging off his unbuttoned linen shirt when Katsuya stopped him.

"Nah. Keep that on. You're super sexy that way."

Katsuya didn't bother disrobing. He knew Seto wouldn't have the patience to wait. Instead, he took a seat on the sofa and pulled his husband down into his lap where he belonged. Their stiff cocks bumped and rubbed against each other. A moan of pure need ripped from Seto's throat as he unconsciously started humping against Katsuya. While his husband did that, Katsuya slicked multiple fingers with lube before smearing the wet tips against Seto's pucker.

"Hurry up," Seto growled impatiently.

"Thought this was supposed to be my prize to enjoy. You're even more eager for this than I am," he teased.

When Seto opened his mouth to retort, that was when Katsuya breached his entrance. He panted, his eyes rolling back in his head as he rocked against the intrusion.

Katsuya continued, raining kisses across his husband's flushed cheeks. "Think we should redefine who's the winner here if you're doing all—" He thrust his finger in and out of the quivering hole. "The taking here."

Seto could only cling to him, writhing and keening as Katsuya worked him open with more and more fingers.

"I love how soft and syrupy your insides get for me," he muttered affectionately. It took a few tries, but finally, he jabbed his crooked fingers into the right spot that made Seto tighten and spasm in turns. "I'd be happy to just do this all night. Feel you come apart again and again. Give you all the mind-blowing orgasms you could want. You can switch off your brain while I take care of you."

By now, a sheen of sweat coated his husband's body, soaking into his shirt. He was flushed pink from head to toe. But the teeth came out as Seto snarled, "If you don't put your cock in me within the next thirty seconds, you'll sleep on this couch for the rest of the stay. Thirty. Twenty-nine."

"Not fair!" he protested, even as he extracted his fingers. "You're counting way too fast."

Seto dropped the count, but only because he shoved Katsuya flat against the sofa back and maneuvered into position to line them up. He never hesitated as he sank onto Katsuya's cock in one slow but unrelenting glide. They both swore, still caught off-guard by the sensation of their bodies locking together to this day. Seto was so very tight and hot around his dick. He felt like heaven.

"God, you're incredible," he groaned and settled his hands on his husband's sharp, jutting hip bones.

After a biting kiss, Seto settled on a savage pace. Katsuya was content to sit back and let his husband fuck him into the cushions. Often, Seto either tired himself out or the burning flames quenched into something sweeter but no less needy. He rubbed his thumbs along the crest of Seto's hips, lauding him with generous praise and declarations of his own undying devotion. Sometimes, it felt as if he was taming a star when Seto molded to his tenderness. When their foreheads pressed against one another and they gazed into the depths of each other's souls.

"I love you," Katsuya said ardently. The truth of it pierced through his heart like a stake.

"And I you."

Seto smiled. A small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

That transition between fucking and making love was magical. But their desire to possess and own the other remained, a sweet bed of thorns cradled between their bodies, paradoxically blunted and sharpened by their love. They rocked against one another, giving and taking as they'd learned through multiple trials across the years. They'd come this far, and Katsuya couldn't wait to see what further place they would go.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Seto asked. "Our schedules are finally open."

An innocuous question, but one that felt as if it offered the world in this moment.

Katsuya hummed, unable to tear his gaze from his husband's lithe form as he rolled his hips and rode his cock. After a few seconds, he sat up, pulling Seto flush against his lap, impaling and immobilizing him. His husband shivered and gasped. His fingers dug deep into Katsuya's shoulder blades. Katsuya took the opportunity to kiss him deep and sensually until wanton sounds rumbled in the depths of his chest.

"I wanna sleep in with you tomorrow," he muttered against his husband's lips. "I wanna make sweet, aching love to you when you wake up. We can get brunch afterward. Walk around and check out the sights. Shizuka and the others will expect souvenirs. Come back here and press you against the window and take you apart while the sun sets over your gorgeous body. We can go out for dinner later, or get room service, whichever you want. And then we'll go to bed—"

"And have more sex." Seto laughed, lifting one hand from his shoulder to caress his cheek. "So your only plans are to fuck and eat. You are a cheap date."

Katsuya turned his head and pressed a firm kiss to his husband's palm. "Make love," he corrected gently.

"Ah, yes, my mistake." Seto rolled his eyes.

In retaliation, he forcefully lifted Seto by the waist before slamming him down again.

"Ah! Katsuya!"

"But if you rather I fuck you a little stupid, I can do that too. I'll do whatever you ask."

He grinned wolfishly at his husband before nibbling on his lips. Fucking, making love; they could do both at the same time. When he repeated the same motion, it wrung another sweet cry. Seto clenched around him, egging him without words. Before he knew it, he was bouncing him. His own hips chased his husband's tight heat, desperate to bury himself as deep in the other man as possible. Seto moved with him, jerking upward before throwing his entire body weight downward.

Then he arched his body in just the right way, puffing out his heaving chest and hanging low, entirely relying on Katsuya to keep him suspended. His body jerked as if electrocuted, freezing every muscle from head to toe as he clamped painfully hard around Katsuya's dick.

Katsuya had struck his husband's prostate to a heartbreakingly beautiful result. He leaned forward more, dipping Seto as he convulsed, eyes wide and mouth parted in a silent scream. He could do little more than grind against the other man, rutting against his hole and humping his stomach against his husband's pulsing cock until wetness exploded between their overheated bodies.

"That's right. Come for me," he groaned and held Seto close, breathing in the heady scent of sweat and sex.

"Katsuya. Katsuya." His name was a sweet rush of prayer and adoration.

"Seto, I love you so damn much."

"I love you too. I love you."

They collapsed back against the couch in one boneless heap. Katsuya had yet to come, but he didn't care as he cradled his husband to his chest and kissed him until they were both star-struck.

Elegant fingers danced across his brow and traced the slope of his cheekbones. Their eyes locked.

"We're not done yet," Seto reminded him with a cheeky squeeze of his ass.

Katsuya's hips twitched, bucking with renewed desperation. "Yeah? You want more?" That last question should really be a statement.

This time, when Seto smiled, it unfurled like a blossom toward the sun. "Always. Now take me to bed properly."

A corresponding grin spread across Katsuya's lips. "I love a good win-win situation."

#joukaiweek2023 #yugioh #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #my fanfiction #January is part of the Santa Anita Park's racing season #'perfect' pitstop between San Francisco and Las Vegas #CES included for me and my one homie who are way too enamored with the idea of Seto at the show #beware: this is fluffy and mushy and a very forced use of the prompt phrase #written in like five hours in hopes of shutting my brain up #very sparsely edited

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aircommndr · 1 year

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Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts @xxpeacethroughtyrannyxx asked : [ GATHER ] for sender to gather receiver’s (unconscious) body into their arms, in the style of no no no not them.

It was no secret that Starscream could be a bit— wreckless? careless? clumsy? Yes, for all three. And Unfortunately, he didn't quite drop those habits in BATTLE, either.

If you were to have asked him who or what had hit him during his most recent fight, he probably wouldn't even know what to say. He hadnt been paying very close attention to his surroundings, so perhaps thats his own fault (not that he would admit it) That said, he had a good number of enemies.. frienemies as well so it would have been hard to narrow down the list anyways. He's unconscious on the ground, injured bad. Hes lucky to only be unconscious..

"Hrrgh-.." he groans as he starts to come to. "...What-..." blinking a few times, he manages to get his eyes to focus on who it is carrying him. He's surprised, but yet, he couldn't really imagine anyone else doing this. "What are you doing–?"

#hope this is ok!#all hail starscream ; ic 💥#command and conquer ; answered asks 💥#xxpeacethroughtyrannyxx

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galaxofmuses · 13 days

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❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ For Rai and Hunter, for the lad being a lil brat lol

prompts for muses who are Little Shits™ // Accepting!

"....What am I gonna do about it?"

The hedgehog turns around with gripped fists with an irritated growl at the young boy. Sure they are grumpy when it comes to Wuya's dirty work. Getting magical artifacts, even messing around with the doctor and the so called magical girl savior of Gaia. But dealing with his partner, his frienemy, the brat who burned down his home. He hates working with him, even if he barely tolerates it.

Every. Single. Day.

"What if I tear something that is precious to ya? Maybe that can shut ya up?"

Oh he can tear this kid into two if it wasn't for Raimundo's tricks and wind abilities. He doesn't know how these abilities work and he has no time how to even learn. Hunter only knows how to thrive by surviving from his feral instincts. Survival mode is on every day and the only times it gets turned off by his shelter in the forest...well which is now gone.

"Just because we been working for months doesn't mean we're buddy buddy each other ya got that? I don't have a crutch anymore and I can still kick your ass anytime when the old bag ain't around."

#:: Inbox Response; Always Be Curious ::#:: Answers to the Cosmos; Muse Answers ::#:: Ver; Villain; Hunter; Annihilation Never Looked So Good ::#champiionic #:: Hunter and Rai; The fence is as strong now as it was the day we met ::#dark themes tw #dark content cw #threat tw #injury mention cw

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doll-days · 7 months

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Calling upon the masses (Tumblr) to make a choice, except I only give a vague plot description, since I don’t want it to be influenced by the fandoms.

Reblog for a larger sample size! (You do not have to, but it is appreciated.)

#i didn’t put an option to see the answers cuz it’s gonna affect the answers #soooo if you can’t make a decision either reblog or ignore #velvet asks the masses #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfics #fanfic writing #fanfiction writing #actual polls #polls #tumblr polls #fanfic poll #writing poll #blah blah blah other bullshit tags

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moreofabelle · 10 months

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My Backstory

Life was boring most days, or that is what Stephanie Stilinski would say. She is on the volleyball team but not very good because she is as uncoordinated as a baby deer. She is blissfully unaware of the supernatural world around her until she listens to one of her dad's phone calls, you see he's the local Sheriff, and half of a dead body was found! Stuff like that doesn't happen in Beacon Hills so she gets excited and drags her best friend out into the woods to look for it. Unfortunately, she gets caught by some of the deputies and Scott was smart enough to hide before they caught him too.

The next day at school Scott has a nasty bite on his side and he says a wolf bit him which isn't possible because there aren't any wolves in California. After that everything starts to change and she meets a mysterious man in the woods, Derek Hale, tall, dark, and completely sexy, but very sour attitude. Over the next two years, a lot of craziness happens like them nearly dying every week, and this uptick in trouble prompts her father to buy her a handgun and begin taking her to the gun range three times a week. He had of course taught her all her life about gun safety but now he was teaching her how to shoot. She and Sourwolf, that's what she calls Derek because he's a freaking werewolf, have developed this sort of frienemies relationship. He seems to hate her entire existence and derives happiness from her suffering, maybe she's a little dramatic, he seems to be the one always saving her life and surprisingly she has saved him several times. Including the time he was shot and she nearly had to cut his arm off and then the time she had to hold his heavy ass up in the pool so he didn't drown because he had gotten paralyzed while protecting her. He always seemed to be protecting her and then yelling at her for being in danger at all. He was very confusing and unfortunately for her, she had developed a massive crush on the one man that hates her guts. Or at least that is what she thought until she found him in her bedroom, she needs to stop leaving her window open, Scotts dumbass had told her dad that Derek tried to kill them because he thought Derek was the alpha. They had nearly died that night and they thought Derek was dead so color her surprised when she walks into her room the next day and drops her bag by her desk then suddenly there is a hand around her throat and she's being shoved into the bedroom door. At first, she's afraid, unknowingly emitting the smell of fear, until she sees who has her by the throat. A very angry-looking Derek Hale, fear turns to arousal because of her stupid crush. The man of her dreams, literally, is very close and he smells so good like the forest after it rains. He's just standing there hot hand against her throat and she can see the worry in his eyes, was he worried about her? Or just worried she would tell her father he was here? Then his eyes drop to her lips and in her head, she's shouting, 'YES! KISS ME YOU ASSHOLE!' but he doesn't kiss her he looks back up into her eyes before nodding and pulling back. That had been some sort of turning point for them because after that she and Derek went from Frenemies to friends and she discovered he spoke her language of sarcasm fluently. After Derek killed Peter and became the Alpha he changed and became more confident more bossy and so much hotter. She has been crushing on this man for two years now. The crush only deepens when he comes to her rescue in a non-life-threatening moment, a first for them, her beloved jeep has decided to break down yet again. She's stuck on the side of the road with her head thrown back in exasperation because she doesn't have the money to put it in the shop again. Then there's a knock at her window making her jump and let out a shout of surprise. Derek, the asshole, smiles in amusement and that is the first time she has seen him smile. It brightens up his face and oh my god he is so handsome, she wants to see him smile more no she wants to be the reason he smiles. "Car trouble?" He asks with that amused tone and she was definitely past crush and falling in love with him. She really needs to stop because he has made it obvious that they are only friends and barely that. "Yeah I don't know what is wrong this time and I'm just waiting on my dad." How embarrassing. She feels like a child saying she is waiting for her dad. Even though she turned eighteen a week ago when she's around him she feels like a child. He had texted her Happy Birthday but hadn't gotten her anything or even showed up at her party. Part of her had hoped her age was the only barrier keeping them as friends but his string of beautiful women that he slept with or dated told her he just didn't see her that way. Like a child, she always felt insecure around him, like she wasn't good enough, and yet she still wanted him to see her. She shakes herself and plasters on a smile for him of course now she knows that wolves can smell strong emotions and she hopes her current spiral down depression lane wasn't strong enough to smell. "Let me take a look pop the hood." He says to her so she does just that. After that day he was slightly nicer to her and he smiled at her sometimes when they were hanging out alone. She began to have hope that he actually did see her as more than a kid. She had just gotten her college acceptance letters in and she would be leaving for school in a few months. Stanford! On her way over to show Derek the acceptance letter and ask him on a date because she was feeling emboldened by the full-ride scholarship she thinks about what she is going to say to him. But as she gets to the door of his loft and she's about to knock she hears him growl and then a woman moaning. He was fucking some woman. Everything just crashes around her. The acceptance letter falls from her hand drifting to the floor as she turns and runs from the loft hallway. Back in her jeep, the tears begin to flow and her depression sets in, of course, he was fucking someone she was an idiot to ever think he saw her. Wiping furiously at her eyes she pulls out her phone and clicked delete on his contact information, the little message box asking if she was sure just made her cry even harder as she hit cancel. She tosses the device into her passenger seat and drives away from the loft and away from Derek forever. Over the next few days, she manages to secure early dorm housing ignoring the calls and text messages from Derek wishing he would just leave her alone because each time his name pops up on her phone it hurts all over again. She was leaving Beacon Hills and Derek Hale behind for good.

#Sterek #Female Stiles #Stiles #derek #hale #teen wolf #roleplay

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just-a-few-prompts · 3 years

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“Villain?” Hero asked incredulously. “You…. You saved me?”

Their nemesis tilted their head, blinking once, twice. “Of course,” they said simply. “You and I have a very special relationship, Hero. One that I could never have with anyone else.”

Villain walked up to Hero, holding their hand out to help them up. “So, naturally, to keep that special relationship alive,” they continued, “I’ll absolutely step in to ensure you don’t die.”

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scath001 · 3 years

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Writing Prompt 039

"How do you plead?"

"Not guilty," Villain shrugged as a sheepish grin grew on their bruising face.

"Not guilty!" Hero hissed, a few pitches higher as their face shifted through a myriad of emotions before settling into disbelief and a hint of betrayal. (Not that they would ever admit to ever harbor any faith for their nemesis.)

It was like a stubborn thorn stuck to their thumb, bearable but sore and mildly infuriating- a frame just tilted by a few degrees from being perfectly straight. Hero swore they could feel their blood pressure rising the more they evaluated their situation.

"I don't see what's the issue," Villain sighed, still seemingly oblivious by the mess- in which at some point, Hero laid eight to five that Villain simply didn't care for it, in fact, they would soon find out with much disappointment that they were right along those lines. "I caught your thief as requested, " they stated, vaguely gesturing to the unconscious lump before them.

"Yes, well," Hero begrudgingly acknowledged, "And also recklessly crashed into their car-"

"It worked. They got out-"

"And proceed to chase them down the street-"

"Not my fault the rat was running-"

"Shut up Villain. You ignored my orders and proceeded to fight said rat who was armed by the way, may I remind you."

Villain's eyes squinted then for a moment, feeling a subtle hint of guilt settling in their chest. They stood up, bringing the cold compress away from their cheekbone. "Hero, do you," they trailed, taking a step closer to their sworn enemy.

Neither of them spoke for a while, staring into each other's eyes; Villain with an intense curiosity whilst Hero with defiance. It wasn't until Hero cooled down a little, did they finally took notice of how close they both were, did they promptly averted their eyes, coughing as they felt a growing blush on their cheeks.

Villain had considered teasing them for it only to decide against it, opting to apologize instead for their reckless behavior. Perhaps there was hope after all, they mused, allowing themselves for once to indulge in their fantasy for a friend.

"Dinner?" Their voice was uncharacteristically warm.

A soft smile grew on Hero's face. "I would like that, yes."

#whump prompt #villain #villain x hero #hero #villain prompt #hero prompt #frienemies #bickering #implied injury #bruises #car accident #aftermath #some comfort #angst

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penguinblackoutdrabbles · 2 years

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Hello! I don’t know if your requests are still open, so if they’re not, I’m sorry to bother you.

So, I was wondering if you had any ideas to spare of prompt #69 “I’d rather die” for the Ace and Herbert during Blackout?

I hope you have an amazing day!

heyo! I'm combining your request with @ur-typical-nerd because you two both requested the same prompt! Theirs was about an agent getting captured by Herbert. So here's a prompt where Ace almost gets captured.

"I'd Rather Die."

Drabble length: 1,297 words

The agent is at the end of their wits, and all their friends are gone- frozen for as long as the Illustrious Leader deems necessary. At least, that's what they assumed.

[Ace] has been working tirelessly, burning the candle at both ends to find some kind of weakness in his defenses. Because how in the world did he find the Director? There's no way they just gave up on the agency. Ace wouldn't be surprised though, hope was dwindling away like the sunlight on the island, slowly becoming consumed by the ever-present darkness and dread. He must have hacked their secondary defenses, or listened to their secure broadcasts, or- he was able to get away with this somehow.

Staring at the many monitors against the wall, Ace began to organize their final plan to fully infiltrate Herbert's base and shut down the Solar Laser draining the sun. Every screen held security footage of a specific area on the island. Around the screens were sticky notes, newspapers, and photos. All the information gathered through the Operation and the detailed map of Herbert's base were collaborated on by every agent who attempted this same plan to stop him. Now, everything relyed on Ace.

The inside of the agency was silent- the only sounds were the agent's clicking and typing on the EPF mainframe's computer. The sounds of the cold winds outside seemed to seep into the building and the agent shivered in response. The fire was put out a while ago, it didn't take a long time for the island to get together to help. The agents just- didn't feel like working here once Herbert blasted it. Why Ace returned here to do their investigation, they didn't know. But not only did the stress of losing the Director confuse them, but something about returning here felt safe, comfortable, and less "confusing." They're surprised no one else tried to access this computer so far, as it was still intact somehow.

Safety, however, was a mere illusion- as a sound in the distance became more clear. The background noise the agent thought was merely just their typing happened to sound like snapping- no clicking. The crabs- they were nearby.

Jumping away from the computer and shooting their head towards the direction of the sound, they caught sight of red claws out in the snow. Ace frantically shut down the mainframe computer as the clicking and clacking got louder.

Did they find me? The agent thought.

It was nearly midnight when Ace left their igloo to get here. No one was out at this hour, it was far below freezing and almost dangerous for penguins to trek out that far. There was no way they were seen. Still, the agent looked for a place to hide in this mess. There were so many holes and debris filling the room, that they were bound to be caught eventually. The footsteps followed, also growing louder. It felt like the ground was quivering.

Too many thoughts filled the agent's head in a short time. When they finally caught sight of a large piece of rubble against the wall, they sprinted toward it. However, the large coat they wore to shield themselves from the strong winds got snagged against something, and turning around, a little crab held on tightly.

"Augh!"

Eyes wide in fear, Ace tried to shake off the crab, like a pest.

"Get off! Shoo! Go back with the others!" Even though it was small, the crab held its ground, and the agent couldn't get it to let go.

"I'm trying not to get caught! Come on!" The agent reached to touch the crab, but in defense, the crab pinched Ace's flipper. While shouting in pain, Ace holds their flipper back and doesn't notice another crab sneak up from behind and snag their coat also.

The crabs seem to disperse from the darkness as they quickly manage to overwhelm the agent, grabbing on to any and every piece of clothing Ace wore. As they tried continuously to shake them off, slowly the crabs' combined weight began to hold the agent down, almost like being consumed by a massive wave. The rushing movements of the crabs began to slow down, and once the agent was able to see more clearly past the massive crab wave, Herbert stood smiling over the trapped agent.

"I did not expect to see you hiding here, agent. When one of my crabs saw you waddling around the island, I didn't believe them."

"The Director's agent isn't that stupid!"

He burst out in laughter, and the crabs clicked in response. Coming here wasn't a good idea, what was Ace thinking? This place had no security at all, no one to stand guard, no one to have their back if they got cornered. How could Ace ever think of-

"Hello!? AGENT!" Ace was snapped out of their own thoughts to Herbert's yelling.

"I asked you a question, why are you here?"

Since the agent's plan of defeating Herbert didn't seem to be working, they were dumbfounded and didn't respond.

"Were you looking for something?" He turned towards the monitors. While looking over the papers on the wall, he noticed his base's map.

"You were trying to find a way into my base, weren't you agent?" The agent looked down.

Instead of laughing, Herbert seemed to ponder over something.

"How about this... You're the last one in my way, and you know that. You know there's no way you could get into my base alone. There are too many crabs, too many variables, too many risks. I could offer you something else, instead."

To Ace's surprise, Herbert was letting them go.

"I could capture you and freeze you until the Blackout is over. Or," He held out his hand.

"I could offer you a position as my loyal subject. No one would be in your way, not even me, and you could win."

That proposal- it held so much defiance, arrogance- it was so prideful, it made the agent sick. After everything they had done to try to protect this island and after every friend they knew was gone, Herbert expected them to abandon it all to be by his side.

Something was boiling inside of Ace, an anger that was too blind to fear or rationalize. And so they spoke up.

"I'd rather die."

"You'd rather, what?" Herbert stood back, shocked.

After looking at Ace in disgust, he regained his composure.

"Save your sob story for later, agent." He turned his back against them.

"It looks like I'm going to have to freeze you then. I can't believe you denied my offers. Well, it's like they always say..." A crab shuffled from beneath them and put a metal circle on Ace's coat. The agent was confused at first until they remembered that they saw this before, and knew what would happen next.

"You can't always get what you want."

Panic set in. They had to find a way to stop this. The circle was blinking. They only had a few seconds. What could they do to stop this?!

Then they remembered. They were one of the only agents to still carry their PSA phone, in case of an emergency. You couldn't use the phone to call anymore, but the teleport feature worked. Struggling with all their might, they pulled one arm free from the crabs and held the phone in their pocket.

Herbert's laughter filled the room completely, and the agent spun the dial. This might not even work, but this was the only option.

The metal button blinked rapidly, and the crabs started to let go. Instantaneously, they moved out of the way, and the agent disappeared.

Herbert continued laughing at his greatest victory.

And Ace...

Stood breathless in the Forest.

#writing #drabble #club penguin #operation blackout #short story #prompt #I'd Rather Die #herbert p bear #ace #agent #peste-bubonica #OHH this was fun #I always imagined the crabs capturing agents like that #herbert is like 'you cant be depressed today'#man the depth this implies #lets GOO herbert vs agent dynamic #frienemy dynamic #I did it woot #peste bubonica

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