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9. breath of fresh air

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter nine of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3.3k chapter warnings: frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint-related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. an: this one is called jo kicked her feet mid-writing and editing.

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key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics

Baby, where are you?

I’m coming now just needed to get some plants.

If you’re the forest on wheels coming towards me line up somewhere else.

Wow, that's mean, Morales.

I am. But also, that’s a fuck load of plants.

It is and we’re going to have so much fun naming them.

Surrounded by unopened boxes, and paint tins that are due to be put on the wall, you both sit cross-legged on the floor of your soon-to-be office floor.

It's hard to stop it, the smile which spreads across your lips. The scent of fast food flows from your ripped-open bag and his neatly opened one, as you watch him turn his cap backwards and dig a hand into the paper bag as he pulls out a sauce pot.

Of course, he still finds a second to glare at the plant behind you.

“It’s up for debate, but french fries might be the way to my soul.”

Dipping his own into the sauce, he smirks. “What’s the other contender?”

You, you think.

It's there, threaded inside of you. Sewn in now. Stitched so deep into you that he’ll be remembered forever, no matter what.

Meeting his eyes mid-chew, the word you reverbing around your skull. Echoing. Practically marking itself against any surface space it can in there.

“Your mouth.”

Choking, his hand is quick to cover his mouth, eyes alarmed, quickly filling with tears as he continues to hack. Sliding his drink towards him, across the floor of the project that brought him here today.

“You can’t…” he begins, taking another mouthful, “Do that to me.”

Smirking, you grab another handful of fries. “From the gleam in your eyes, I say you like it.”

“I am not gleaming.”

“No? Damn, I’m disappointed.”

Rolling his eyes, he nudges you with his foot—your eyes glancing at the dinosaur-covered socks for the twelfth time since he’s been here.

“Luca has good taste in socks.”

“You’re telling me,” he replies, “I also have Batman ones, some cartoon ones and ones with flowers on.”

Smiling, you continue to chew. “Which ones are your favourite.”

Scrunching up the paper your food came in, you throw it into the bag. Watching him take a final bite of his own as you smirk.

“It’s the flower ones, isn’t it?”

“Definitely the flower ones.”

Laughing, tongue peeking between your teeth, you lean back on your hands, legs outstretched. “Saving them for a special occasion?”

Nodding, he takes another slurp of his drink, feeling his eyes drag up and down your legs. “Thought I could wear them for when I woo you later on this week.”

“Yeah? You want to model your socks for me, Morales.”

“Dinner and a show I heard is the perfect date night.”

Wiping his hands on his napkin, he stares at you—clean hand on your ankle, massaging it.

“You keep doing that, and we won’t be building furniture.”

Groaning, he sighs. All deep, layered with confliction—until he whispers it: after. It’s low, practically dragged through the gravel of his voice by the time it reaches your ear. Heat spreading through your stomach, not able to tear your eyes from him, just thankful that he does when he goes to stand.

A moment of reprieve, a chance to collect yourself.

That is, until he stretches out his hand, sliding yours into it as he pulls you up to stand. For a moment, just paused—staring at him, a tuft of curls poking through under the rim of his hat.

“I told you how handsome you are,” you say, arms sliding around his neck, leaning close—just enough, to press your mouth to his. “Cause you are.”

Biting the edge of his lip, he smirks. “I’ve got a utility knife in my pocket.”

“Oh?”

Brows lifting, grinning, Frankie pulls you closer. “You into that?”

“On you? Fuck yeah.”

Your lips glide over his, tasting the salt from his fries and the onion from his burger. Not caring, not as you hold him close, keeping him flush, deepening it until he clutches your jaw, walking you both back, kicking a box.

“Fuck.”

Almost laughing, you smirk. “We should…”

Tongue swiping over his lip, Frankie nods. Gaze unmoving even as you step back, bending to tidy the wrappers and bags as you glance back periodically.

“What?”

Shaking his head, he shrugs one shoulder, eyes widening as he smiles. “Nothing. Jus’… hurry back.”

It leaves your lips breathlessly, the word sure. It flows through the air to him, before you leave the room, before giddiness swallows and smothers you up. A grin not easily wiped by your knee connecting with the cabinet as you skid into the kitchen. Dousing your hands in cold water, hoping the temperature will touch your cheeks and cool them.

Thinking of him waiting near the checkout—broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his worn

You do. Almost skidding in your kitchen when you throw the trash away, pausing at the sink to wash your hands, before you’re casually walking back. Doing so, just in time to see him slide that knife along the flat-pack furniture, unboxing the drawers—staring at them all crouched wearing a furrowed expression with an IKEA pencil behind his ear.

And you’re glad he doesn’t look up at the doorway, because it gives you a minute, to lean, head resting as your heart skips a step, feeling all large and full and full of happiness. A feeling, one surging up inside of you—full of lightness and truth—swirling around your breath and trying to form into words.

But, then he looks at you. Lifts his chin, the biggest brown eyes smoothing out to look at you—and you’re sure the words are going to rip out of your throat. Forced to greet the air, and burn themselves into it.

I really like you, Frankie.

I really, really do.

Each letter swallowed back, sight dropping to the knife he holds back—an act you’re apparently quite into from the way you feel the heat in your stomach, a little ripple of want starting to stir as you slowly edge your way into the room. Listening, hanging onto his words as he offers suggestions of how the two of you can do this.

It’s why it makes sense, at first, when he asks if you’d begin building the drawers while he begins the carcass. His toolbox he’d brought in with him opening, pulling various tools you’re not sure were listed on the instructions.

It continues to make sense until you realise you began constructing the drawer, incorrectly. A disappointed voice ebbing, beginning to nip. It breeds in doubt as you study the paper again, and again. Mouth opening and promptly shutting as you try to make heads or tails of what should be a very easy thing.

But that means confessing you’re about as hopeless at building as you are at the rest of the DIY project.

Peering at the instructions again, you try not to sigh. Try not to let a heavier exhale escape through your nostrils, and possibly showcase your growing anxiety-brewed annoyance.

Because you hope he’s not having you build drawers because it’s easier. Because he views you as this hopeless thing that can’t be taught. Even if, in some ways, that assumption would be correct. You just hope that it isn’t pity or any other negative connotation that has begun popping into your mind and bursting behind your eyes in sorrowful falling dark-hued confetti.

An increasing need to prove yourself rising, flooding you as though it wishes to drown you. Making it hard to swallow, never mind breathe—eyes glancing down as they begin to burn with worry, with annoyance and a lot of other emotions you’re struggling to handle—

“Hey,” he says, soothing—hand cupping your cheek as you're tilted up from diagrams to his eyes.

The ones that soothe, that calm—that feel like a safe place.

“Hi.”

Slowly smiling, he strokes your skin. A thing you’re not sure you’ll ever tire from. Not ever. Not as long as his eyes remain as kind and full of warmth.

“I was calling out for you.”

“I’m so—“

“Wondered,” he continues, interrupting, burying your apology before it meets land and plants itself, “If you wanted a go at helping me build this bit.”

Swallowing, both the emotions that remain fizzing and the worries, you smile. “You sure? I’m not… this isn’t something I’m good at.”

“That’s why I’m helping. To teach you, right?”

Nodding, you grin when his lips find your forehead, helping you up before grabbing something from his toolbox. If newer, shinier than the one you’d seen him using—a colour as close to the one you’d said was your favourite.

“Did you buy me a tool, Butterscotch?”

Scratching the back of his head, he tries not to blush. A thing you can tell from the way he averts his eyes, and pink creeps up his neck. “Yeah, it was nothing. Just thought it be easier for you to have your own.”

“My own… prodding device?”

Shaking his head, his eyes land on you. “It’s an electric screwdriver.”

“Of course it is, I was testing you.”

Snorting, he grabs a piece of wood, bringing it between the two of you. “I almost believe you.”

You think Harry would hire me even if I know absolutely nothing about hardware or tools?

To annoy me, most probably. You doing okay?

Not really.

They want more tweaks?

Yeah. I don’t mind making the changes, but wish they’d been more clear from the beginning. So I don’t feel like a failure.

You want me to call in half an hour? Can try and make you smile.

You make me smile effortlessly. But no, it’s okay. I’m going to enjoy a shower and have an early night. Sleep off my bad mood and rest my muscles from building all that furniture the other day.

You goof.

A goof who has your toolbox and her own electric tightener.

That will sound so wrong to anyone else.

Especially if I tell them it goes with my bedside power tools.

Are they what I think they are?

Maybe.

Fuck. Put thoughts in my head now.

Do I look hot?

Always. Will you message me in the morning?

Of course, baby. Try not to dream of me.

Impossible, baby.

Just got out of the movies, was able to eat half the popcorn tub before a jump scare made it mysteriously land on the floor.

Do butter-caked fingers have anything to do with it?

No. I believe the leading cause was a mean friend picking a movie that they knew would scare me. The jury is still out on whether I could have saved the popcorn if properly notified of the jump scares.

You both have fun though?

Yes, a lot. Even if I won’t sleep for a week. I’m excited to see you tomorrow. I’ve missed you.

You’ve missed me?

Try not to grin too much, Morales.

Too late for that, Rainy. I've missed you too.

I've missed butter-SCOTCH fingers.

Can tell me how much later, if you want?

Do you want to phone sex with me, Morales? I think I'd rather make you wait till tomorrow when I see you.

Now who's mean.

It’s hard to avoid the smile on your face, even in the fogged-up mirror. Water dripping down your neck, collecting in the towel wrapped around your chest as Frankie presses his lips to your hairline.

“You feelin' clean, baby?”

“I don't think what we just did in your shower could constitute as cleaning, Butterscotch.”

Smirking, skin radiating heat, Frankie tips your chin up, mouth sliding back over yours like he had done when the two of you had stepped under the shower. The intention innocent, until hungry eyes raked over bare skin.

"Robe's on the back of my bedroom door, baby," he whispers, leaving you to finish drying in his bathroom.

As though it’s normal, routine.

Your toothbrush beside his—the products you’d packed in your overnight bag on the side of the counter.

It's a thing that makes your teeth bite down on your lip and your fingers retraced the path he drew against the suds on your skin. Thinking about how the water fell down along his jaw, ran down between your bodies as he hiked your leg up—

You jump when a clatter pulls you to the present. Heart fluttering, body resting against the side of the basin as your breath dances with the steam. Even if he's rooms away, you hear him singing.

It travelling, calling to you.

A soundtrack to you re-dressing as you hang the used towel on the hook, sliding some clean clothes on, before padding out to wrap the robe around you and grab his t-shirt from the bed.

With each step to the kitchen, you're aware of how your body smells of his body wash. A scent you wish your skin only ever smells like now, if it can’t be his aftershave. Just so you could have a piece of him, a thing to go with the texts, phone calls and video chats when the two of you find moments in between the busy.

There's no need for that tonight, not as he’s cooking for you.

Shoulder resting against the door, you find yourself not wanting to announce your arrival. Just take in his frame, how his back is to you, allowing you to watch how his muscles flex along his bare back as he grabs a knife from a drawer.

“You know, if you posted this kind of video on your Instagram, I think you'd beat that one where you're showing people how to paint wood."

Glancing over his shoulder, you hold the top up. His face shifts into gratitude as he drops what's in his hand and takes it from you. Simple, a very nothing thing that his face seems to show the opposite of.

He fidgets uncomfortably, the shyest smile trying to appear. “Shut up.”

“While you were very informative about preparing the wood before beginning in that video, I think I know how you got one hundred thousand views in a weekend.”

Smirking, he folds his arms. “Because you watched it on repeat while you missed me?”

“No,” you grin, watching him run his tongue over his teeth to stop himself from smirking. “You like to do a little thot-shot.”

“A what-what?”

Licking your lips, leaning against the wall, watching his fingers run up and down his bicep, arms still folded. “You wipe your face with the bottom of your t-shirt, Morales. Showing off your… physique.”

“Mierda.”

“You look very good. Had to watch it myself a few times, to be sure.”

His eyes dart away, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I mean it,” you add. “You look really good, Frankie.”

Stepping forward, you kiss his cheek. The heat from it warms your lips as you try to hide your grin. Instead, pulling out a stool from under his island and sliding onto it, elbow on the worktop, you rest your chin. Watching him turn, facing back to the ingredients and pans.

That's when you spot it. The loose curl that has fallen over his forehead as he leans forward. It just hanging there. Slowly beginning to sway as he resumes chopping and slicing.

“What're you making me?”

“Special asado tacos.”

It’s hard to suppress the whimper in the back of your throat as your stomach rumbles, his chin lifting—brow raising as you try to clear your throat.

“Sounds delicious… what makes them special? Is it the chef?”

Smirking, he shakes his head. “It’s a family recipe. So, I hope I don’t fuck it up.”

“I doubt you could, right? It’s in your bones.”

Shrugging, he stares down at some paper—his pinky flattening it, before he brushes the chopped peppers into a pan and grabs something else.

“I don’t make it often.”

“How many times have you?”

Pausing, he doesn’t look up. Just stops his knife over the skin of the vegetable.

“Frankie. Is this the first time you’ve made it?”

“No,” he answers. Quickly, red rising up his neck. “It’s just… the first time I’ve made it for someone.”

Licking your lips, you smile—fingers outstretching over his counter, it cool under your touch. “Oh, you like me, like me.”

Smirking, he continues to chop and dice, shooting glances at you. “Maybe.”

“I think you do.”

The precision he cuts with makes you almost forget your teasing—your own name, even. The quickness of it, the perfect way they’re all cut. It’s enough to make your thighs press, a new competency unlocked it seemed—as though you were both collecting and becoming aware of them all at once.

Distantly, you hear your name. Briefly aware as you flick your gaze up, of the concern etched there—the sudden silence damning.

“Hm?”

Grinning, shaking his head as he slides the chopped food away. “I said, what makes you say that?”

Sighing, all deep—almost soothing, you smile. “Well, you named all my new plants with you.”

“I did do that.”

Nodding, you roll your lips as he uses his little finger to trace down the recipe in front of him.

“And you didn’t judge me for the fact they all needed a name.”

Casting a glance your way, he both frowns and smiles simultaneously. “Baby… I’d… I’d never.”

“I know,” you say, encased in confidence, sitting up straighter, “Because you like me.”

Shrugging, he begins moving around, collecting ingredients—the back of his hand brushing over his forehead. “Maybe you’re on to something.”

Humming, you shift on your stool—watching. Finding it hard not to keep your eyes on him, not as he moves around confidently, capably, sprinkling things in and adding pinches of others.

It isn’t until he seems more content, that things are doing what they’re supposed to, do you slip from the stool. Moving towards him, sliding between him and the worktop as your fingers brush over his cheek—an act so similar to the shower, before his hand slid between your thighs and made you struggle to stand.

“I like you too,” you whisper.

His eyebrows raise at the suggestion, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Is that so?” he asks. “Well, guess if we both like one another, that means I am allowed to ask something…”

Sucking in air through your teeth, you scrunch your nose. “I don't know, do you think you're allowed?”

Pinching your side softly, he smiles. “I wanted to ask... what we are, what are we?”

Narrowing your eyes, you roll your lips, fingers continuing to twist his curls around your nails. “What do you want me to be?”

Shrugging, he smiles—eyes slowly crinkling, all slow in the way they eventually narrow, mouth parting, basking you in human-made sunshine.

“You want me to be yours?”

He groans, it vibrating through you, hips rolling against his as he presses you to the counter. Body somehow humming, even after earlier.

“Want to be mine, Francisco?”

His hand grasps your hip more intently. “More than anything.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Nodding, you tug him closer too, bodies flush, little space between the two of you. “All yours.”

His nose slides against your cheek, before his forehead rests on yours. His eyes almost blend into one large brown oasis—almost.

“Now I’m your girlfriend, do I get extra privileges?”

Frowning, he steps to the side, stirring the cooking food—one hand on your hip, as though not wanting you to move.

“You know, show me how to use your power tools?”

Snorting, he rolls his eyes. “You say mine like others are different.”

Smirking, looking at him with the most innocent eyes you can fake, taking his hand in yours. “They’re different from mine.” Frowning, he stares for a second, seemingly baffled. “Mine aren’t used to build things, rather… make legs shake and make me cry out your name.”

You hear his swallow, as well as see it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he lies, stirring again. “Jus... Y’just incredible.”

Picking up a piece of pepper, you smile—all wicked. “Oh, I know. And aren’t you lucky I’m yours?”

THEY'RE BACK, GOD I'VE MISSED THEM. next week, we enter a spicy chapter (muhaha) and a nice little announcement about them too.

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twola · 11 months

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I’m back! After a road trip and some time off, here’s another little smut piece for you. I am also still working on requests, if you have one in!

Cleanliness and Godliness

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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One can’t write Arthur smut without using the overdone bathtub trope.

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“Jesus Christ, Arthur.” You look at him with a pained expression - and he sheepishly stands in front of you in the alley - covered in mud, blood, and god knows what else.

The sweet smells and sights of Valentine after market day, of course. The sun had begun to set over the peaks of West Elizabeth in the distance.

“Ain’t me who started it.” The outlaw grumbles, taking his worn leather hat from his head and shaking flakes of drying mud off of it before slapping it back onto his head.

You cringe in disgust, seeing that he did not do a thorough job of cleaning the hat.

“C’mon. Let's get you a bath over at Saints.” You sigh, hitching up your skirts as you walk past him into the muddy street, stepping toward the one hotel in this cowtown the gang has stumbled into.

“Woman-”

“No. Don’t you woman me, Mister Morgan.” You turn around, dropping one side of your skirt and pointing at him with your finger, “You’re covered in horse shit. Take a damn bath. I don’t want you anywhere near me til you do.”

The man frowns, and you cross your arms over your chest with a loud humph. There’s even mud in his beard - his hair, everywhere.

“You go take a bath and I’ll get us a room tonight. How’s that for a proposition?” You say, tapping on the ground impatiently with your foot.

A smile starts to appear on his dirty face.

“A room, y’say?” He steps closer to you, at which you very quickly pedal backward before he can grab you.

“After,” you raise and lower your finger at his frame, “You go and clean yourself up. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You smile as you turn and gather your skirts from the muddy street and make your way to the hotel.

Arthur was a man of the outdoors. Riding and sleeping under the stars. Civilization be damned.

But he was not going to complain about how good this bath felt, water steaming hot, his muscles relaxing after a fight, his weary bones finally at rest.

He ran his bruised knuckles through the hot water, wincing slightly as the water burns a small spot of broken skin. Arthur was able to steal a glimpse of his face before stepping into the tub - his three-day-old beard was unable to hide the darkening bruise along his jaw.

The bastard got lucky with a swing, that was all.

The latch of the door slowly unlocks, and Arthur sits up in the bath, torn from his thoughts.

“Y’need some help in there?” A soft voice calls through the crack in the door.

He smiles, reclining again.

“Hmm, maybe.”

The door opens and a female figure slides in. You stand there with a playful smile on your face as Arthur greets you with one of his own.

“I don’t remember payin’ no wash girl.” Arthur drawls, turning his head toward you, a lazy, relaxed smile on his face as he leans back in the tub.

You close the door behind you quietly.

“On the house, Mister.” You smile at him as you start to unbutton your blouse, “Want me to give you the whole experience?”

Arthur raises his eyebrow, nodding dumbly as he sits up in the tub. You smile back at him, heart warmed, as you step closer to the tub.

Buttons thread through eyelets in the steamy room as your skin is bared to him, stripping your blouse and dropping it to the floor. Your chemise leaves little of your chest to the imagination, gauzy in the candlelight. The drapes on the windows are partially drawn, leaving the room in a dim hush.

“You sure are handsome, mister.” You laugh as you sit on the rim of the large iron tub, one of your hands landing on his shoulder and squeezing lightly. Your thumb works in a circle over his shoulder blade and he hums in appreciation.

“Then you must get some ugly fellers comin’ in here.”

You frown lightly before reaching down into the water and checking its temperature.

“Lemme get you cleaned up.”

You gather suds in your hand and stand up, leaning over the tub and him to reach his arm on the opposite side of you. Rubbing gently at his skin, you snicker to yourself as you notice where his gaze has settled: directly in front of him, where your chemise top hangs low and your breasts sway gently with your movements.

Arthur’s hand raises from the water, his fingers grasping at the lace trim of your chemise and slowly pulling it down as you lean over him, your breath stuttering slightly as the fabric brushes over your nipples before he frees one breast to the open air, only inches from his face.

You’ve stopped bathing him, your hand bracing yourself on the side of the tub as you lean over it, gooseflesh breaking out over your skin, even with the warmth of the steaming water beneath you.

Arthur looks up at you, for one moment, his fingers still on your chemise, wetness spreading out over the cotton and lace.

You’re throbbing between your thighs, wanting to lean further and press your sensitive nipple to his mouth - your breathing getting faster as he pulls at the neckline again, your other breast freed from the fabric.

He leans forward and blessedly takes one of your hardening, pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucks it with a gentle pull from his lips. His hand moves to the other breast, kneading it slowly alongside his slow suckles.

You cannot help but to whine aloud as you feel his tongue lave around your peaked skin, his rough and calloused fingers enclosing on the opposite one, gently squeezing to replicate the pressure of his mouth on your skin.

The water in the tub sloshes as he sits up further, pressing his face into your breasts even more as his other hand begins to work himself under the surface. You moan aloud as you steal a look over your shoulder, the soap-covered surface of the water breaking and you can see his hand stroking up and down his hardening length.

Your bloomers are damp as the fabric clings to your skin, the hand closest to you moving to press your fingers against yourself through layers of fabric, moaning needily aloud as Arthur sucks hard on your breast.

He’s panting underneath you, pulling away from your breast as his eyes trace your arm down to where you press against yourself fervently.

“Christ - get in here before I pull you in -” he rumbles out as he yanks your chemise up from your skirt, untucking it as you pull away and stand next to the tub. You quickly shuck it from your frame, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor as Arthur gazed upon your chest, your nipple damp and shiny with his saliva as you begin to untie your skirts.

You look up from untying your skirts to see Arthur laying back in the tub, languidly stroking his cock in the water, eyes trained on you, gaze unblinking. His mouth hangs open as he pants, and god, if he isn’t the most beautiful sight you’ve seen.

Finally, the knots are untied and you let the skirts pool at your feet, slipping your shoes off as your fingers dip into the waistband of your bloomers. You push them downwards, revealing to his hungry eyes the curve of your ilium, the starting of the dark thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs, until finally, those too pool at your feet.

He smiles up at you, the wonderful man, bruised cheek and all, and takes his hand from his cock to reach toward you, the warm bath water tracing down your skin as his thumb gently glides along your hip.

“C’mere, darlin’.”

You lean back over the tub to take his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss, before drawing back and lifting one of your legs to climb into the tub. His hands immediately clamp to your waist to pull you in, and with little further movement from you, you’re straddling him in the tub, lowering yourself into the warm water and settling astride his hips.

Both of your hands float southward, grasping his cock and he hisses in pleasure, his hips jutting upward in the tub against yours.

You raise up on your knees again, holding the base of his cock with one hand, while the other moves up his chest to his bruised cheek.

“You’re so handsome, even with half your face black and blue.” You whisper playfully into his lips before kissing him deeply.

He grunts back against you, “May wanna get your eyesight checked.”

You pout again for a moment, biting your tongue as the thought flees your mind. Arthur is slowly, gently pulling your hips down onto him. You take the hint and press your hips downward.

“Oh, oh-”, you whine as you lower yourself onto him, his cock carving out that space in you that you always long to have filled, “God, Arthur, you're so good.”

Your hands fly to the lip of the tub behind his head as he pulls you down all the way, the stretch of him always painfully sweet.

“You’re the o-only one I want.” You gasp as you bottom out, your rear landing on his thigh.

“Terrible judgment you’ve got there.” Arthur laves his tongue across your earlobe with his hands spread over your hips as you move yours to his shoulders.

“I love you.” You whine against his temple as you roll your hips once, and the groan of pleasure that escapes his lips is the only reply he can give for several moments.

The sound of water sloshing fills the room alongside heavy panting and barely concealed moans.

“Christ, woman-” Arthur juts his hips upward, turning his head inward to catch your earlobe again, “I love you so damn much.” He groans into your ear and you mewl, leaning backward to take more of him.

His lips return to your breast, sucking at your nipple as you roll your hips over his in the tub, both of his hands sure on your waist, aiding in your movement. You whine as you feel him start to buck his hips up in time, meeting you with thrusts that force him deeper, deeper into your tight cunt.

“Arthur-” You cry out, head falling back as you come, muscles seizing and cunt clenching hard around him. He grunts in response and continues thrusting up into you, his mouth hanging open as the water sloshes up the side of the tub.

You’re coming down from your high when you return to him, gasping like a fish out of water as he fucks up into you, your forehead pressing against his as your fingers curl around the lip of the tub again.

His teeth grit, trying to suppress a moan as his powerful arms move you, pulling your hips up and off of him as he closes his eyes and breathes out through his nose, and looking at the reddening of his chest and the noises he’s trying to stifle, you know he’s coming in the warm water.

He comes down from his high panting, cheeks and chest flushed from both exertion and the bath water. You press your forehead against his and smile, breathing heavily yourself.

Your hands move from the lip of the tub to cup his cheeks, and you lean down once again to press your lips to his, which he heartily accepts. Your tongues press against each other sweetly, his arms tight around your waist. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Unless…

“You need some help in there, mister?”

Normally, the girls have the sense to wait for a response, but for god knows what reason, this one simply unlatches the door and begins to step in.

“Oh!” The girl’s eyes widen as you move to cover your breasts, crying out as Arthur sits up and draws you into his embrace, one hand around your back and the other tucking you into his shoulder.

“No- no, ‘m fine.” Arthur grits out, trying to move to cover you decently.

After a moment of recovery, the bath girl groans and rolls her eyes, pulling the door shut as she grumbles under her breath.

“Ain’t they supposed to wait until you tell them to come in?” You grit into his shoulder, arms still wrapped around your chest, as you sit up, warily eyeing the door.

Arthur shrugs, one finger moving under your chin and pulling you back toward him.

“Well, we know she ain’t coming back anytime soon.”

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Physical therapy au part 7. (abuse cw)

Dream wakes to find his face still smushed against Hob’s chest, and freezes, expecting an instinctive rush of panic at being suddenly so close to another person.

But it doesn’t come. He still only feels… relaxed. Hob is warm against him, still asleep, his arm wrapped loosely around Dream’s shoulders. And it’s… good? It’s nice. To wake up and feel calm. To not feel as though he needs to remove himself from the situation as quickly as possible.

Hob stirs beside him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Surprise flashes across his face as he turns to look at Dream, but it quickly softens. “Hey, you.”

“Hello.”

Hob pets Dream’s hair, pushing it behind his ear, even though his own, longer hair is far more disheveled. “Sleep alright?”

“Yes.” He didn’t even dream. It was welcome, he needed the peace.

Hob kisses him lightly on the lips. “Good. You want coffee? Tea? Breakfast?”

Dream considers him blearily, then shakes his head in amusement. “Do you usually bound up out of bed with such immediate enthusiasm and zest for life?”

Hob bites his lower lip in thought. “Um. Sometimes?”

“Then you will have to forgive the fact that it takes me significantly longer to become alive again in the morning.”

Though Dream also has not had much reason to want to get out of bed, not until lately.

Hob laughs. “Alright. You sort yourself out. I’ll get something started.”

He gives Dream another light kiss, and ruffles his hair, then rolls out of bed and heads off with a truly unreasonable amount of vim. Dream just smiles to himself as he lays back in bed.

It will be good to have a few minutes to think. Or perhaps he’ll just go back to sleep for a while. He doesn’t think Hob will be upset. And what a relieving feeling that is.

—

Once Hob’s put coffee on and gotten out ingredients for breakfast, he finds himself turning to Dream’s painting, propped on top of the bookshelf. It’s so beautiful. So charming. Of course Hob wants to hang it on his wall. It might embarrass Dream a little bit, but he will know how much Hob appreciates this painting.

He’s not great at waiting, and he has time to kill while Dream's getting ready—hopefully a lot of time, the poor thing looks like he needs more beauty sleep—so he grabs his toolkit and goes about finding a spot on the wall to hang the painting. He's found a decently-placed stud behind the drywall and is about to start hammering a few nails in--he's not using some flimsy method and risking the painting falling--when the bedroom door opens. Not long after, he hears Dream come out into the hall.

"Hob?" he calls. "Do you have any--"

He freezes in the entryway.

Hob turns to face him properly. "Hm? Any what?"

But Dream is standing stock still, every muscle in his body frozen, staring at him.

Hob looks between him and the painting, which is now leaning against the wall at his feet. Is he that bothered by Hob hanging the painting? He doesn't actually have to put it up, he just thought--

But. No. Dream is staring at him.

"Something the matter?" Hob asks, walking over to him. Maybe he's regretting staying over, maybe he wasn't ready--

Dream goes, impossibly, more tense, freezing like he might be able to go invisible if he just doesn't move. Like a prey animal.

Hob's properly starting to panic now, and still doesn't know what he's done, but he raises his hands in surrender.

Dream finally unlocks, but not to explain or come towards him. No, his gaze darts from Hob's face to his hands and then he bolts, scrambles backwards and disappears into Hob's bedroom, door slamming shut behind him.

Heart pattering, still having no idea he's done, Hob lets his hands fall--

--and realizes he's still holding that hammer.

He drops it with a start. That-- that must have done it, mustn't it? It’s the only thing he can think of.

But... why?

He goes over to the bedroom door and knocks softly. "...Dream?"

No response.

He knocks again, louder. "Dream?"

No reply, but he can hear Dream’s shaky breathing, like he’s sitting with his back against the door.

Hob sits down on the floor, leaning his head against the door. His heart squeezes with guilt for upsetting Dream, even if logically he knows that he didn't do anything wrong, just caught him at a bad angle that he didn't know was there.

At least he stayed by the door. He could have run into the bathroom or gone as far away from Hob as possible but he didn’t. That’s something.

“Dream,” he calls, knocks lightly on the door to show he’s still there. “Just breathe, sweetheart, it’s alright, yeah?”

This isn’t his area, he’s a physical therapist, not a mental health one. But he’s trying his best.

“Not going to hurt you,” he goes on. He knows Dream knows that, but he clearly doesn’t remember it now. “I promise. You’re safe. It’s alright.”

He still doesn’t get a response, so he stays where he is. Speaks softly to him through the door. Maybe it’ll help. He wishes he just knew the right thing to say, but it’s not that easy. Maybe one day he will just know.

For now, he just keeps talking.

Dream runs. He runs and runs, tripping over himself. He-- he can't feel his hand-- no, that isn't right, he can feel it, but it's tingly and wrong and his fingers are all twisted and won't listen to him and each movement is a scream of pain pain pain all the way up his arm, and--

Why would he do that? Why would he--?

He's out on the street. When did he get here? He doesn't remember leaving, only the rush of adrenaline and panic that had propelled him-- his heart is still pounding-- the certainty that no matter how much his lover had argued and justified look I'm sorry, that was too far, but you get it don't you? you get why I had to? that Dream was about to get his head bashed in next-- he had dropped the hammer but Dream could no longer see his hands without it--

Dream, don't be stupid-- no, you can't leave-- hands on him-- no, he's free now, he's walking, he has his phone in his pocket but he can't reach it because his only usable hand is clutching his art portfolio, he doesn't want to look at the mangled wreck of the other one.

He has his art. Most of it. Some of it. Whatever had been stored in easy reach. He had recent pieces still drying he'd had to leave behind. He'd only had a moment to grab things and run, the briefest of moments when his once-lover had hesitated with regret over what he'd done.

He doesn't know where he's meant to go now.

"Dream, honey..."

Death's voice. Had he gone to her flat? He doesn't remember. But no, this is the hospital waiting room--he doesn't remember how he got here. Perhaps his sister brought him. His hand is agony, but it's not even bleeding. Shouldn't it be bleeding?

Wait. Where is his art portfolio?

He spins around in his chair, but he doesn't see it-- he can't-- this is the only thing he has-- "Death, where--?"

"Shh, relax, we left your things at my flat, remember?"

He doesn't. He doesn't remember. He doesn’t remember getting here. He only remembers the pain. The fear. The threat, the—

“Dream, love, can you hear me?”

Death’s voice again? But no, she’s gone, and he’s sitting on the floor, his back to the door, and that’s Hob talking on the other side.

Hob.

He looks at his hand, flexes his fingers, curls it into a fist. He’s fine. He’s fine. It’s been months. His hand is healed now. Partly thanks to Hob.

“Dream?” Hob calls again.

Finally, Dream finds his voice. "Please don't come in."

He needs— he needs to compose himself, he doesn’t want to be seen like this—

“Not coming in,” Hob promises.

Dream pauses. Is that what he wants? Or is it what he used to want?

He swipes the tears away, moves away from the door, and reaches up to open it.

Hob is sitting on the floor, also right by the door. He looks at Dream with wide eyes, then moves forward tentatively. When Dream doesn’t move away, Hob pulls him into a hug.

Dream sobs, pressing his face into Hob’s shoulder. The tears he’d tried to quell come flooding back.

“Shhh,” Hob soothes, stroking his hair. “It’s okay, love. I have you.”

“I am being ridiculous,” Dream whispers.

“Nah. You’re alright. Don’t worry about it.” He kisses the side of Dream’s head. “Promise you. It’s okay.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Dream says, still quiet. He’s not certain if he’s convincing himself, or if he’s trying to convince Hob that he isn’t afraid of him.

“I won’t,” Hob agrees.

“I know that,” Dream says.

“I know. I know. You're okay.” He squeezes Dream tight, rocks him lightly. “Do you want to get up? I don't know about you, but my ass is suffering sitting on the floor. And you haven’t even gotten to have breakfast or anything.”

Dream manages a small laugh. “No. And I'm sure whatever you made is delicious."

"Didn't finish it yet. Can still be fresh. Come on."

He helps Dream up, and Dream clings to his side, feeling wobbly. He stays stuck against Hob as he cooks, feeling excessively clingy, but unable to help himself. He watches Hob's hands, now blessedly hammer-free. He wonders if Hob would have taken the hammer to his ex-boyfriend's head had he been there in that moment. He doesn't know if that's a healthy fantasy to indulge in. But it tastes delicious.

He's still thinking about it when Hob sits him down and makes him eat some eggs and toast. It's only once he's finished that Hob asks, "What happened?"

Dream still has not told Hob the entire story of what happened, so of course Hob does not know what he inadvertently set off. It feels shameful to say. He should not be afraid of Hob. Isn't. Nor should he let himself be caught by old memories.

Nevertheless, he clears his throat, and relays in halting detail the story of that day. It still frightens him to think about. His home then had never exactly been a comforting or peaceful space but he had never been hurt. And then a switch had flipped and everything changed.

When he's finished, Hob looks ill. Runs his hand stressfully through his hair, looking over at where the painting is propped against the wall. "I figured it must have been the hammer but I didn't know why," he says--mostly to himself, Dream thinks.

Then he takes Dream's hands on the table. "That's one of the worst things I've ever heard, I'm so sorry."

Dream looks down at their joined hands. "It's in the past." It's not, though. Not really.

"Even so." He kisses Dream's hands, clasps them tight. Then pulls him to his feet. "Come on. We'll watch some TV or something, decompress. Unless you wanted to talk about it more right now?"

Dream is too tired for any more talking at the moment. Telling that wretched tale has taken everything out of him. "Not particularly."

So Hob just leads him over to the couch. On the way, he stops and sets the painting back on top of the shelf. Dream wouldn't be surprised if Hob waited until he was gone before trying to hang it up again. The thought puts a lump in his throat.

He lies down on the couch and lays his head in Hob's lap, and doesn't pay any attention to the movie Hob puts on as background noise. He's exhausted, and thinks he might go back to sleep--but after several minutes of Hob petting his hair, he finds himself tearing up again instead.

He hasn't cried much, since. It always felt like that would mean accepting the full reality of the situation. Now, he can't help it, but it feels... not good, quite, but perhaps... relieving. Perhaps he's allowed to be upset about it. For so long he had felt like it was all his fault, like he should have known something something terrible would happen, should have picked up on it. But perhaps he's allowed to feel hurt regardless of whether he could have done something better.

Hob doesn't say anything, just lets him cry, stroking his hair. This isn't particularly how Dream wanted this date to go. He was hoping it would be nice and normal. But he'd rather be sad with Hob than be alone.

As long as Hob just lets him stay here, then perhaps it will be alright.

Hob doesn't pay much attention to the film, he's too focused on Dream. He keeps methodically stroking his hair, thinking. He feels sick over everything Dream's told him. He's wishing he hit Dream's ex with a bat instead of just punching him. It probably wouldn't have been the smartest move, but it's tempting anyway.

When the movie's almost finished, and Dream seems to have calmed down, he finally manages to ask the question that's been stuck in his head since Dream told the story of fleeing his home.

“Dream?” he says. “How much of your things were you actually able to take with you when you left your old flat?”

Dream turns to look up at him. He's still lying across Hob's lap. “Not very much. The clothes I was wearing. My phone and wallet—fortunately, for replacing all of that would have been nightmarish. And I grabbed my art portfolio as well.”

“Nothing else?”

Dream shakes his head. “I still have my keys, assuming he has not changed the locks, but I have not been back. Most of it is replaceable, anyway.”

Most of it, Hob thinks. Except things like gifts, and sentimental items, and documents. And his art.

“Is some of your art still there?”

Hesitantly, Dream nods. “Works in progress. Larger pieces that I could not carry. And sketchbooks, and the like.” He pauses, then says more firmly, as if convincing himself. “It is not worth going back.”

It might not be worth going back for Dream. But Hob’s not afraid of his piece of shit ex.

He’s getting the fucking art.

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A long night // Moon knight ☾

Relationships: Steven grant x f!reader / marc spector x f!reader / jake lockley x f!reader

Summary: It wasn’t often that you saw all three of them in one night. (I’ve been desperate to write something like this all week)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, switch reader, sub!steven, soft dom!marc, hard dom!jake, rough sex, love making, choking, blow job, spanking, crying, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, handcuffs, oral sex, riding, pet names, after care, daddy/sir kink, squirting, intense orgasms, creampie

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The sun was setting across London, causing a beautiful golden gleam to shine across the top floor of the apartment building. You’d been waiting all day to be in this current position, nestled in tightly sat in Steven’s lap, his large hands softly cupping your cheeks as he looked at every inch of your face, “I’m so lucky to have you”, he whispered against your lips. Your skin warmed with love at his precious words, eyes flicking between his beautiful brown doe eyes, hands resting against his shoulders, playing with the collar of his shirt. Steven always pulled such pure emotions from you, having never had someone treat you the way that he did, like you were his goddess.

“Not as lucky as I am to have you, Steven” you breathed in response, not wasting another second before leaning in and kissing him softly, heart fluttering as he smiled against your lips. Your fingers moved to his top button as you both tilted your heads, lips moving slowly together, the faint brush of his barely-there stubble rough against your cheeks.

Your fingers moved nimbly to undo his buttons, exposing his beautifully sculptured chest, the feeling of his warm muscles beneath had your hips rolling against his crotch, causing you both to groan. Pulling away from the kiss, you lifted your own shirt up and over your head, discarding it across the room before leaning in again, lips moving softly against his.

Steven’s touches were delicate and timid, always worried about making the wrong move or hurting you in some way, it was something you always found endearing about him, it also gave you the opportunity to take the lead on occasions, something Steven greatly adored.

Standing up, you couldn’t help but smile at the half-lidded, lustful expression on Steven as he stared up at you, lips perked still from kissing. Holding out your hand, he took it almost immediately, following your lead as you tugged him to the bed, pausing only to start removing the remainder of your clothes, raising an eyebrow at him when he only watched you with an open mouth before shaking his head, cheeks warming as he finally got the hint and started to remove his own clothes, “Oh right, silly me” he joked.

It took you hardly any time at all to be naked, all the whilst Steven was still trying to rush and pull off his trousers, just managing to pull his second leg out before you had jumped into his arms, kissing his frantically, gently pushing him backwards until he collapsed onto the bed. “I don’t want to wait anymore Steven,” you said with a smile, following him quickly onto the bed, climbing up until you were straddling his lap.

Steven was staring at your beautiful body with a goofy smile, hands instantly on your hips as you relaxed over him, leaning down to pull him into a much more heated kiss, lips separating to swipe your tongue against his. He tasted of chocolate and something that was purely him and perfect.

His rough, warm hands moved up and down your naked spine, sending shivers across your body as you slowly lower your hips over his crotch, rubbing your bare, wet cunt against his boxers, feeling the outline of his very eager member that throbbed at the movements. Steven whimpered at the touch, hands flexing against your body as he wished for more.

Pushing against his chest, you sat up, taking a second to take him in as he did the same for you before you shifted your hips, lifting slightly off so you were able to reach into the pocket of his boxers, gently gripping his shaft and tugging it free.

It throbbed in your hand as you lined it up with your fluttering hole, Steven’s hands rested against your thighs, his chest rising and falling with quick excitement as he watched and felt as you sat down on his cock. The two of your moans filled the apartment, the feeling of his filling you up had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “god- you feel so good, love”.

Steven wasn’t often vocal during your intimate moments, using being too lost in the moment that he forgot how to speak but when he did whimper out about the way you made him feel, it only caused your heart and pussy to clench. Rolling your hips slowly, your hands found his as both of your fingers intertwined, the movement helping you to stay up as you both looked deeply into each other's eyes, mouths hanging open as a spiral of moans and gasps continued to tumble out.

A shimmering of sweat was starting to glisten across each of your bodies as you found a good pace, riding Steven’s cock as the pleasure quickly built up. Steven seemed to be close as well as he suddenly sat up, arms wrapping around your back, holding you close to him as his mouth attached to the side of your neck, kissing along gently, hitting all the right spots as his hips started to meet your movements. Your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging at the dark hair at the base, leaning your forehead against his as his breath fanned across your face.

“I’m - I’m gonna cum, love” he frantically muttered, his thrusts hitting deeper now and hearing how close he was, you could feel the coil tightening, tingling sensations running down your thighs as you held him closer.

“Cum for me Steven, please cum for me” you gasped out, just as your own orgasm rushed through your body, cunt clenching desperately around his cock, his name spilling from your lips. Hearing your words and seeing you cum was all he needed to join you in the euphoria, head falling back as he too shouted your name, his thrusts erratic as his seed spurted inside your warmth.

The two of you stayed locked together for a few minutes, trying to catch your breaths and gently caressing each other's naked bodies, leaving kisses along collar bones and necks as you revel in the calm and tranquillity.

It was Steven’s unnecessarily loud yawn that snapped you both out of the moment, particularly the embarrassed expression he wore after you looked at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting out in laughter, kissing him on his cheek before standing slowly and rushing to the bathroom, trying not to drip any mess on the way.

By the time you’d finished, Steven had prepared the apartment for bed, taping the front door, encircling the bed in sand and he was just finishing cuffing the ankle restraint to himself. For as long as you’d known Steven, you’d also known Marc and Jake, not that you could tell Steven about his alters, so even though he didn’t have to restrain himself every night, you simply smiled and helped where you could, making sure to comfort him as he was always embarrassed every single night that he had to restrain himself due to his ‘sleep walking’.

Pulling on Steven’s t-shirt that he had been wearing earlier, you leaned down to gently kiss his forehead before climbing into the middle of the bed, laying your head back against the soft pillows and waiting with your arms out wide. The jangle of the restraint being tugged informed you that he had finished fastening it and the next thing you knew, he was climbing into the bed and laying his head on your chest.

Instantly your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled the covers over the two of you, his body heat was enough to keep you warm however as you held him close, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he did the same to the centre of your chest, “I love you, Steven” you whispered.

“I love you too, love” he responded happily, tiredness evident in his voice as you both fell into a deep sleep.

You weren’t sure what time it was when those beautiful lips started to move across your throat. London was quiet outside of your open window so it had to be in the early hours of the morning. Smiling slightly, your hands moved slowly up to delve into his thick, luscious hair again, the remnants of sleep still evident in your lazy movements. Steven sometimes found it difficult to sleep and after trying all of his usual tricks - a Rubiks cube and audiotapes - he would cuddle up to your side and distract himself by loving your body, not that you minded at all, you loved it when he showed his appreciation to you.

Sighing happily, your hands rubbed gently over the nape of his neck, and the way his lips moved against your throat had you shivering in pleasure. Steven then started to move until he was on his knees over your body, his hands wandering up your sides, up to your arms and gently eased your hands away from his head, moving them until they were in one of his larger palms and over your head, leaving you pinned to the bed. This was definitely not Steven.

“You missed me, baby?” Your heartbeat thumped in your chest as your eyes opened and you looked up to the man who was now speaking with an American accent, Marc.

“Yes, so much, it’s been a week Marc, where have you been?” you responded, tugging on your wrists as all you wanted to do was pull him into a tight hug and not let go. You loved each of his alter’s equally, and even though you loved your time with Steven, it did mean that you missed seeing the other two.

The hand grasping yours didn’t falter however in his grip as he only smirked down at you, the fish tank being the only thing to illuminate his face. “I’ve been here honey, even if you don’t see me, I’m always here” he gruffly replied, his voice evident that he had been asleep at some point and only recently woken up. With his spare hand, he gently wrapped it around your neck, not squeezing but just holding it there so you were forced to look up into his intense stare. “All I could think about was having my head between these pretty legs of yours, daddy needs his snack”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, not trusting yourself to be able to speak, knowing you would just stutter as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, already feeling your cunt clenching in arousal. The hand around your throat moved steadily down your front, between your breasts that were still covered by Steven’s shirt, and down your abdomen until he was touching your thigh, gripping the left one and moving it until your knee was pressed against your chest.

Marc didn’t look away once, holding the eye contact as he moved his face lower, “are you going to keep your hands there for me, baby girl?”

“Yes sir,” you answered barely above a whisper, now gripping onto the pillow beneath your head to try and stop yourself from reaching down and caressing any part of him. Whereas Steven was the more submissive type, Marc was the opposite, loving to dominate you, but in a soft manner, making sure to worship your body whilst not expecting it in return, but still being the one in charge.

With his now free hand, Marc moved it to your other thigh, pushing it to join your left leg up against your chest, now leaving your completely bare centre to him and you silently thanked yourself for deciding not to wear any underwear, knowing Marc would have ripped them in a heartbeat. Leaning down, Marc was now only inches away from his goal, his lips forming a circle as he blew cold air onto your moistening cunt. Gasping at the sensations you couldn’t help but try to buck your hips, knuckles clenching harshly in an attempt to keep them above your head and the man between your legs noticed this instantly, his smirk growing even wider as he finally, stuck out his tongue.

He started slow, licking from your hole up to your clit, eyes rolling back and moaning audibly at the taste and the sound of your beautiful moans had his already hard cock, leaking onto the sheets beneath. Repeating this action a few more times, he pressed his tongue flat against your slit, before sealing around your clit, sucking on it fiercely before releasing it and moving the tip of his tongue in a circle. This man knew all of the right spots on your body to have you seeing stars as he continued to tease your bundle of nerves, feeling your cunt clenching against his chin, he had you right where he wanted you.

Your thighs were shaking in his hands, breath coming in sharp bursts as he pleasured you mercilessly, moving between stimulating your clit to stick his tongue as far as it could inside your hole, savouring every drop of juices that you produced, all the whilst still not breaking eye contact with you. Not that you were watching him anymore, your eyes closed and trying to arch your back as you were so very nearly close to feeling that beautiful euphoria.

He removed his lips from you to ask, “what do you want, honey?”

“I want to cum-” you sounded so desperate, voice croaky as you wanted him more than anything else at that moment.

“Yeah baby, you want to cum?”

“I want to cum on your cock, please, sir” you finally choked out, tempted just to say that you wanted to cum on his face but you craved the feeling of his cock, even though you had technically felt it a few hours earlier. Marc’s eyes darkened slightly at your words and before you could even process his movements, his lips were smashing into yours, his body hovering over you now as the taste of you swarmed through your senses as he dominated your lips.

Too distracted with his tongue that was now dancing with your own, you hadn’t noticed Marc pull down his boxers and free his hard cock until he was swiping it up and down your slit, coating you with his precum. His teeth nipped your bottom lip, snagging it back as he moved a few inches away, making sure to watch your expression as he finally pushed his tip-in. The deep groan that he produced had your knees quaking as your cunt squeezed him impossibly tight as he kept inching in until finally, he had bottomed out. “Fuck you feel so tight, baby”.

All you could do was moan in response as he started to pull out slowly, making sure to drag on every single one of your nerves before fucking hard back into you. As his thrusts became more consistent, his strokes hard and powerful, his hand wrapped around your wrists that were still above your head, holding your hands as his lips once again collided with yours.

Your lips were starting to feel bruised with the brutality of his kisses but it didn’t phase you in the slightest as his cock continued to fuck into you, each stroke hitting your g-spot to perfection and you were already feeling lightheaded from the impending orgasm that was quickly approaching. Marc could feel it too in the way your hole spasmed around him but he needed more time, liking it when you both came together, very much the same way as Steven.

One moment you could feel the beautiful tingling starting to form in your abdomen and the next they all disappeared as Marc eased himself out of you, ignoring your protests as he rolled you onto your side, so he was now spooning you. One arm he managed to rest under your head and the other he used to hold your leg up, giving his access to fuck up into you from behind.

This new angle felt more intimate as he held you close, his strong hands gripping your body firmly as his cock delved deep into your warm, wet pussy. His mouth attached to your shoulder, sucking lightly on it as he started to thrust faster, the sounds of your hips slapping together intensifying as pleasure was thoroughly rolling through you. “Please Marc, please, I need to cum” you cried out, legs once again shaking due to his actions and from the grunts, he was producing, once that was rumbling through his chest against your back, you knew he was close too.

“That’s it baby, cum for me, cum for daddy” he moaned, his hand releasing your leg to start rubbing back and forth against your throbbing clit. His rough fingertips had you spiralling and nothing could pull you back from this high as you squeezed your eyes closed, shouting his name as waves of pleasure pulsed through your cunt, at the same time as Marc doing the exact same, his cum spilling out deep into your abyss, your clenching helping to milk him dry.

It took you several minutes to stop spasming, your limbs feeling like they were made of jelly as Marc lay soft kisses against your shoulder blade and up to the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings as he moved, reminding you just how good you were for him and that you did so well.

Finally, as his cock softened, it slide out of your hole, his cum now dripping between the two of you so he eased himself away, the action causing it to feel cold as you mewled for him to come back. He returned only a second later, with a warm washcloth as he gently cleaned you and straightened up the shirt that had crinkled from all the movement before joining you back in bed, lying in the centre and easing you up until you were led on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. As you felt his lips against your temple, you tiredly whispered, “I love you, Marc”.

“I love you too, baby”.

You weren’t sure what it was that woke you next, whether it was the sun that began to rise and shine through your open window or the dull ache of your shoulders. Tiredness and confusion slipped through your mind as you tried to move your arms to relieve the ache, but - you couldn’t move your arms.

Frowning, you blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog as you looked above your head to see that you were staring at the front door, rather than the books that lined your headboard, but most importantly, that both of your hands were restrained together in Steven’s leg cuff. Your first thought was that Marc wasn’t finished fooling around with you and had turned you around on the bed so that he could tie you down but as you glanced around the apartment and didn’t spot anyone, fear started to creep into your emotions.

You felt so vulnerable in this position, now very aware of the fact that you were half-naked, and that your shirt had ridden halfway up your stomach so you kept your legs clamped closed as you silently tried to tug on the restraint, hoping that the buckle hadn’t been fully closed, but it had, it was securely down up.

Your breathing started to increase as anxiety lingered in the pit of your stomach, what if someone who was looking for the boys had found you and taken Marc away? What if they had left you like this so they could torture you in front of the boys? As your thoughts started to spiral, you heard the floorboards creak in the living room and you seemed to stop breathing at all, waiting to see who was there.

Footsteps could be heard, creeping their way towards you and finally, someone stepped out into your line of vision but from where they stood, it was directly in front of the sunlight, causing him to turn into a shadow with only his outline visible. In your fear, you didn’t recognise him, not until he had squatted down next to the bed, his hand lifting to stroke your cheek, something you initially flinched away from but as you saw the deep brown eyes and the hard stare of the man before you, immediately the nerves rushed away and turned into anticipation.

“...Jake?” you asked, knowing all too well that the tense stance that he held in his shoulders and the way in which he looked at you as if he would tear a man to shreds before he even looked at you, immediately you knew that it was the third alter. It wasn’t often that you saw all three of them in one night, not unless something had triggered them or danger was on the horizon so you still felt slightly on edge as to why all three had graced you with their presences

Jake was the one you saw the least but he was definitely the most passionate and unhinged. He was usually the first to come out if you were crying, demanding to know who hurt you before letting Marc or Steve take control and soothe you. He was also the most physical of the three, even though Marc liked to be dominant, Jake would have you pleading to cum for hours before allowing you, making sure to leave bite marks on your skin so the other two would have to question you on them. Even though he was the most intense, you loved him just as much, his passion was something you craved, and you felt just as protective over him as you did of Steven and Marc.

The man squatting before you tilted his head, eyes flicking over your trembling body and he knew for a brief moment that he might have gone too far, leaning down he placed a single, tender kiss on your temple, a sign you knew he didn’t mean to frighten you and instantly the tenseness left your shoulders. This was until the fingers that had been delicately stroking across your cheek moved to grip your face, squishing your mouth together.

Silently you cursed yourself, already knowing that you’d made a mistake by calling him Jake, knowing he only liked to be called one name during these intimate moments. “Papi?” His tilted head straightened as he released your cheeks, at the same time you released the breath you didn’t realise that you’d been holding onto.

Watching the man closely, he stood to his full height, and you had to try and not scream as he pulled on your bound arms until they were lying on the floor and your head was upside down off of the edge of the bed. From this position, you were now eye level with his crotch and you couldn’t help but your mouth to water when you realised that he was naked and his very hard, very aroused cock was now only a few inches from your face.

You were in so much of a trance with his cock that it took Jake gently slapping your cheeks for you to understand what he was wanting from you and immediately, you opened your mouth wide, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your head from the upside-down position. As soon as your mouth was open, Jake was sliding the tip of his cock past your lips, one hand holding the base and the other resting against your exposed throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. He was a very rough fucker and with any indications to the damp spot between your legs, you couldn’t wait for him to have his way with you.

As he reached the back of your throat, only half of his cock had disappeared into your mouth, did you choke and gag. The hand on your throat flexed and from all of the previous encounters with him, you knew he was trying to remind you to stay calm and relax so you did, relaxing your throat muscles as he pulled out, allowing you to suck in a deep breath before moving back in. This was the last time he was going to show you any more compassion.

Jake started to roughly fuck your throat, only pulling out to let you suck in a breath before fucking back in. Salvia was dripping down your cheeks, mixing in with the tears that were steadily starting to fall from the face fucking. Even though your throat and lungs burned, you loved it when he treated you like his own personal fuck toy.

With each thrust, he gruffly grunted and just as you felt like you were about to pass out, he pulled out, climbing onto the bed and sitting in the middle, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you harshly so you now lay more comfortably on the bed and your head wasn’t hanging off of the edge anymore. You were extremely lightheaded from the position change, eyes rolling slightly as he spread your legs, running his fingers up and down your slit, your juices now coating your thighs from all the arousal.

It was only as the world stopped spinning did Jake start to lightly spank against your clit, causing your legs to shut automatically and you to cry out at the sharp pain. Still, he knew you loved it really, especially as your legs immediately opened again for him to continue his actions. You’d never been into this rough play before but there was something about Jake that brought out this dark side, loving the degradation and perfect mix between pain and pleasure.

After a few more slaps, he reached down to grip your cheeks, leaning his upper body down as well until his breath was fanning across your face. Jake usually wasn’t one to do a lot of talking, instead of using his actions, preferring to listen to your sweet whimpers than his own voice. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you, you gasped as he started to lick the tears that were still running down your cheeks, making sure everyone was captured by his tongue before he was turning your whole body around so you were face down on the bed.

It was difficult to manoeuvre due to your arms still being tied up so this new position caused your arms to cross over. His rough warm hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling them up until he had you on your knees and your upper half still pressed down against the bed. It took him no time at all to be kneeling behind you, one hand holding your hip in a grip that was sure to bruise, and the other had a fistful of Steven’s shirt that somehow was still attached to your body.

Without a warning, Jake had lined up with your cunt and thrust in with one motion, hitting against your cervix causing you to jolt forward if it wasn’t for his harsh grip on you. His thrusts were hard and fast, not giving you a second to process the pleasure that he was pounding into you. The word ‘Papi’ spilt from your lips like a broken record, the only name that he liked to be called during these intimate moments.

As he continued to fuck you hard, the hand gripping your hip moved to start spanking your arse cheeks, with enough force that they started to burn soon after and you knew you’d be feeling the effects for a few days. His punishing pace had you seeing stars before long, knees struggling to keep you up as you desperately begged him to allow you to cum, “Please Papi, please can I cum?”

“No” was all he responded as he didn’t slow down his relentless pace, sparks of pleasure were blooming through your abdomen, every thrust hitting all of the right spots and even the pain from the spanking was helping you to get to the very edge. The place that you desperately didn't want to be in right now, trying to think about anything and everything that didn't relate to the cock pounding into your cunt, knowing that if you came without his permission, you wouldn't be able to sit for a week let alone a few days.

As your moans became grunting shouts, Jake pulled out of you, easily manhandling you back onto your back, your body instantly relaxing from not being in the twisted position but that soon didn't matter anymore as he pulled your legs up onto his shoulders, holding them up with one arm whilst the other held over your mouth, quietening your shouts as he fucked back into you.

With the grip on your legs, he was able to lift your arse slightly off of the bed, giving him the perfect position to fuck into your sweet spot within, relentlessly fucking into it over and over as you pulled desperately on your arm restraints, not even sure what you would do it you were free, just wanting to hold him, gripping his arms, just touch him in some way.

So distracted by the way he was holding you and fucking you that the sensation of orgasm once more crept up on you. Bucking your hips wildly, you tried to pull away, knowing that there was no stopping this one as you opened your eyes and looked up to Jake who was still staring just as intensely down, hair drooping on his forehead as sweat glistened across his skin. He didn’t need to look in your eyes to know just how desperate you were to cum, just by the way your cunt clenched helplessly around him did he know.

Looking you in the eyes, he nodded, and at the same time he released the grip on your mouth and move to hold one of your thighs against your chest, much like Marc had earlier. With his other now spare hand, he started to roughly swipe across oversensitive clit, whilst simultaneously fucking up into your cunt, pounding into your g-spot and he finally nodded his head and all hell broke loose.

The most intense orgasmic contractions pulsed through your cunt as sprays of squirt started splashed out onto his abs, the scream you released was probably one hell of a wake-up call for your neighbours but you didn’t care, more tears now streaming down your cheeks as your body convulsed at the sensations.

As the waves of pleasures subsided, Jake stopped his actions and you only then realised that he came as well, feeling his hot seed starting to leak out of you but you didn’t care. Small hiccups were coming from you as you tried to calm down from your high, body shaking from both the chill and orgasm.

Jake then started his clean up process, something he always liked to do with his tongue as he made due to drinking every drop of squirt that had coated the two of you, even eating his own cum straight from your cunt. The area was now puffy and over-sensitive so you twitched and cried out as he tried to gently drink everything down, moving steadily up your body, leaving soft kisses that were vast construct to the assault he had just laid into you.

Finally, as he reached your face, he kissed off the tears whilst also undoing the buckles around your wrist, rubbing on the tender flesh as he helped you ease them down to your side, even though you still tried to reach out for him, he simply held them down. The tiredness you felt was nearly overwhelming, your eyes burning as they struggled to stay open. You were only half aware when Jake helped you to sit the right way on the bed, head resting against the pillow, turning you on your side so you were now facing each other. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing the skin softly, being too tired to open your eyes, you puckered your lips, glad that he got the hint as he leaned down to very gently kiss your awaiting lips.

You smiled happily, content to just lie there forever with him. Just as sleep drifted over your senses, you just about managed to whisper, “I love you, Jake.”

“Te amo mi amor”.

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Soundwave & Shockwave ♡ Be More Expressive

Second X Reader one-shot to be dropped. And guess who's just been told that her wisdom teeth need to be extracted. Fuck. :D

[TL;DR] You have stickers and art supplies. And two lovely victims.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"There is nothing logical about what you are doing."

"Shush'up, Shocky- I'll have you know I'm great at drawing!" You sassily stated as you continued working on a little doodle on his shoulder pad. You drew it right in your science lover's field of view so he would also remember you were there. However, your body was in front of the drawing to make it a bit of a surprise. So for the last few minutes Shockwave was only able to stare at your butt. Not bad of a sight in his point of view (literally), but he was still curious.

"That's not what I was referring to."

"I know, I know... But then you'll have something that reminds you of our relationship! No worries, it's easy to wash off if you don't like the drawing in the end." The cyclops ex-vented, deeming your response as logical enough to please him.

"And... tadaaa! What do you think?" You moved aside so Shockwave could have a proper look at what you did to his shoulder pad.

You drew an adorable little piece of his and Soundwave's helms, as well as your head surrounded by a heart. Shockwave actually felt a little flattered by your artwork, and yet he decided to play off what he actually felt.

"It looks logical", he commented. You pouted at his response. Again, he found your human way of expressing yourself interesting.

"Be more expressive, damn'it!" Suddenly your gaze locked onto your little bag filled with your art supplies... including stickers and sticky notes. You had a grin on your face as you pulled out a package of stickers and took out a few. Once you had a few sticking to your hand, you turned to give your Conjunx a bright smile before leaning down and lightly slapping random colorful stickers all over his chassis. If Shockwave had a faceplate instead of one optic, he probably would've given you a confused pokerface mixed with internal screaming. But here he was, simply observing your actions out of curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

"Sticking sticky stickers, duh. Here," you started as you grabbed a sticky note and wrote something on it before aggressively sticking the note just above his optic. "You deserve a DUM sticker for that question, mister!" You pouted at him before slapping his frame with more stickers. You finally decided to stop when you emptied one whole sticker package, finishing by putting a little unicorn sticker on your own cheek for a little partner look. Leaning back to have a better overview of your newest masterpiece, you hummed in satisfaction. The scientist was covered in stickers that looked definitely odd on him, accompanied by a DUM sticker over his optic. Good thing the note was so much smaller than his optic because otherwise giving him a little kiss on it would've made it a bit harder. "I love you."

After giving him the little kiss as appreciation for his tolerance, a certain Intelligence Officer came into the lab, much to Shockwave's relief and your happiness. You frantically waved one arm around up high, leaning back against Shockwave's helm. "Hiya, Sounders!"

As he walked over to the two of you, his visor held the image of a smile until he was standing in front of you and the bigger mech. The ex-gladiator raised his servo up next to you and gently rubbed your cheek with a digit. A pixel heart appeared on his visor as he did so. You giggled at his affection, leaning into his digit's touch. "Aw, I love you too."

You glanced at Shockwave's sticker-covered frame and smirked mischivously, turning back to face your other Conjunx' visor. The heart instantly faded and got replace with a raised eyebrow emoticon. He didn't like that look on your face and decided to leave while he still could. So, he slowly pulled his digit away from you and took one step backwards.

"Hey Shocky," you started as you pulled out another package of stickers. "Wanna see me make Sounders suffer as well?" His ear fins perked up in delight. He was definitely amused by your suggestion.

"Equality only seems logical, sweetspark."

Shockwave approached the shorter mech, already armed with you in his servo. You were smirking, menacingly. The scientist held you out towards the TIC's chassis. And before said mech could escape by moving further back, there was already a unicorn sticker slapped onto him. Surprised by your swiftness, he looked down at his chassis. You caught him off-guard once more when he saw you had already drawn a little red heart on Laserbeak's left wing.

That's when he heard rather evil giggling coming from his right.

Oh scrap. You were now on his shoulder pad, doodling away with a line of stickers already trailing up from his chassis to the side of his helm.

You and Shockwave weren't exactly the sneakiest duo, so this greatly surprised him. Then again, he must've been in some form of trance in that moment. However, there wasn't much he could do to stop you now that you already marked him with your stickers and drawings. Well, more like he didn't have the spark to stop you. You have managed to basically capture him and he was being a good sport about it.

The scientist had already resumed working on the project you had interrupted earlier, calm relief visible in his posture. His sticker-covered frame turned to you one last time. "They are your artistic problem now, Soundwave. Do not bring them back until all their stickers and art supplies are gone from their possession." His right ear fin flicked upwards by a little, as if he was smirking at your other lover.

You laughed at his words while the masked mech showed a smiley on his visor as he nodded. Then he decided to walk out of the room with you still present on his shoulder, having your fun with your supplies.

Bonus:

Shockwave approached Megatron's location, ready to report his progress, when the warlord suddenly let out a chuckle. He couldn't even look the cyclops properly in the optic. The DUM sticker was too much of a funny distraction.

"I see. Soundwave wasn't the only victim affected by this... sticky situation."

His ear fins drooped at his master's discovery, unamused by the joke. That's when he looked behind the grey mech and noticed Soundwave completely covered in stickers and lovely drawings. He had more stickers on him than Shockwave, and yet still held a pixel heart on his visor as he used one digit to pat their shared organic Conjunx, who was still on his shoulder pad, on the head.

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holllandtrash · 1 year

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6 to 1 | lando norris (part 1)

paring: lando norris x leclerc!reader part 1 in the 6 to 1 series

being charles' little sister has its perks, such as traveling to the races, meeting a variety of people and becoming friends with the drivers. but when one driver is offended by your personal ranking, he makes it his mission to change your mind

word count: 5.7k tags: established friendships, minor social media au aspects, its just a soft start to a whirlwind series also poorly translated Italian and French, this whole series is a friends to lovers trope

Of course you had favourites.

Charles was number one, he was your brother.

Carlos next, obviously. You were a Ferrari fan through and through.

Daniel Ricciardo was still a favourite, reserve driver or not, you made your support for Daniel very clear and would post photos of yourself in his merch any chance you got.

And then Pierre. He was Charles' best friend, someone you had also known for years. He spent Christmases with you, countless birthdays, everything. You wanted to see him succeed.

“I’m fifth?” Lando couldn’t believe your ranking and how low he was. He hit his hand on the table, causing your glass of water to shake. “Fifth? You’re joking.”

You pondered it for a second before nodding your head. Lando took a sigh of relief, thinking he made it past number five in your standings.

“You’re right,” you said. “I am joking. You’re sixth. I’ve kind of been rooting for Lance recently. The Canadian’s wormed his way into my heart.”

Lando leaned back in his chair looking absolutely defeated. “Unbelievable,” he huffed out, crossing his arms across his chest. The pout that played on his lips made him look about four years younger and it only made you laugh as you reached across the table and ruffled his hair playfully.

“Relax, Norris, at least you’re in the top ten.”

“But six!” He exclaimed. “Danny’s not even driving.”

You shrugged and took another sip of your water, “Still love him.”

“Is that why you’re wearing DR3 merch instead of mine?”

You looked down. You were in fact wearing a t-shirt from Daniel’s newest collection that recently dropped. He even had the heart to sign the back for you before personally delivering it.

“I never wear your merch.”

“Because you hate me.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re dramatic.”

You jumped when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You barely had time to glance up before your sunglasses were pulled from your head and the perpetrator, your brother's teammate, slid into the chair next to Lando.

“Give them back,” you reached for the glasses but Carlos only dodged your hand and put the dark shades on his own face.

He turned to Lando, a cheesy grin plastered on his face, “How do I look?”

Lando, still grumpy, said, “Like someone who doesn’t consider me one of her favourite drivers.”

Carlos had a good laugh at that, “Really, Y/N? He’s not in the top three?”

“Not even in the top five!” Lando shouted, gesturing towards you as you innocently spun your straw around your glass. “Lance bloody Stroll booted me to sixth.”

“He is higher than you in the driver standings.”

“That’s it,” Lando grumbled, standing up from the chair so harsh that it would have fallen backwards if Carlos hadn't caught it. Lando furiously pointed a finger at you and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. “I will work my way up to being your favourite driver, mark my words.”

You shrugged again, “You can certainly try.”

Lando proceeded to muter a few choice words under his breath as he stalked off, leaving you and Carlos to burst out laughing.

“Why do you give him such a hard time?” Carlos asked.

“It’s entertaining for me.” You turned your head, just able to see a sliver of Lando before he disappeared into the Paddock crowd. The corner of your lips curled upwards, “And now I want to know what sort of plan he’s going to come up with.”

Your conversation with Lando had slipped from your mind by the end of the race weekend. In fact, you had been so caught up with Charles’ performance on Saturday and Sunday that you weren't thinking about the McLaren driver until he was right in front of you.

You walked behind Charles down the tarmac towards the private jet that would take you two and Arthur back to Monaco. Usually you claimed the seat on the right at the very back of the plane but when you walked in and saw it was taken by the British boy with curls atop his head, you were thrown for a loop.

“Morning,” Lando greeted. He wore a matching jumper and sweats set from his own Quadrant line. On the small table in front of him he pushed forward a small white box as you slowly approached. “For you.”

You shot a glance at Charles, one that basically asked what the hell was Lando doing here. Charles laughed as he searched for his headphones, “We’re all going to the same place.”

“He’s in my seat.”

“This is your seat?” Lando sounded apologetic. You looked back at him and watched as he rushed to collect his things, except for the white box, and he moved to the seat on the other side of the aisle.

You were confused, that’s for damn sure. Lando never just casually caught a ride with your family. But you were also tired and didn’t care too much about his presence as long as he left you alone for the duration of the flight.

You made yourself comfortable in the leather recliner, closing your eyes almost immediately. They would have stayed closed had you not heard Lando obnoxiously clear his throat.

“Lando, if you're trying to move up my driver ranking, this is not the way to do it.”

“Can you just look in the box, please,” Lando sighed. He was leaning over the armrest of his seat, practically falling into the aisle.

A defeated sigh escaped you and you reached for the box, flipping the lid open. If you were being honest with yourself, you had absolutely no idea what was going to be inside. Lando was an enigma. You would have been equally as shocked to see a live frog as you would to see a blade of grass.

But it was neither, thank god. It was a doughnut. And not just any doughnut. It was a filled pastry with a layer of chocolate and cookie crumbles on top, coated with a drizzle of white chocolate. Something that would undoubtedly give you a toothache, but it was mouthwatering nonetheless.

“Chocolate explosion cheesecake doughnut,” Lando explained.

You glanced up at him, eyebrows raised, wondering why he would have bought this for you before the flight this morning.

Lando sighed, as if he was offended you were confused, “You love cheesecake. And chocolate. And doughnuts.” He gestured to the treat, “This is the perfect combination of all three.”

He wasn’t wrong, you did love all three of those things. But how did he know that?

“Thanks,” you offered Lando a smile. “But you didn’t have to-”

“I know, I know, But I passed a bakery this morning after my jog,” Lando explained, waving his hand as if to brush off the gesture like it was nothing. “Just thought you’d like a treat during the flight is all.”

“You know, this isn’t going to make me like you more than Lance.”

Lando’s features fell. Just for a moment, but you caught it. He was hoping this one simple doughnut would push him up your standings and he was very wrong.

“Lance didn’t buy you a doughnut.”

“Lance also didn’t take my seat.”

“I gave it back!” He exclaimed loudly, causing Arthur and Charles to both turn their heads to see what was going on. Lando leaned further across the aisle, lowering his voice. “I gave it back.”

“He finished sixth this weekend.”

“I was struggling with tyre degradation.”

“Not my problem,” you shrugged. To be fair, Lando had a pretty decent weekend, but he still finished below Lance and you were going to hold onto that just because you knew it would get under Lando’s nerves.

“You talk to me more than you talk to Lance.”

“No, you talk to me.”

“I. Bought. You. A. Doughnut.” Lando went back to his strongest argument.

“It’ll take a little more than a pastry to move up the rankings.” You leaned into the aisle as well, catching Charle’s eyes. “Posso spingerlo giù dall'aereo?” Can I push him off the plane?

“No,” Charles chuckled, glancing at Lando who was trying to recall the very minimal Italian that he knew. “Sii gentile con lui” Be nice to him.

“Gentile?” Lando repeated, looking back and forth between you and your brother. It was the only word he could pick up on. “Nice? Did Charles just call me nice? Thank you Charles, I’m trying to do a polite thing for your sister and she’s not being respectful.”

You dropped your face to your hand, “Lo spingerò giù dall'aereo.” I’m going to push him off the plane.

“Y/N don’t do that. Lando, Mate I don’t think bribing Y/N with a doughnut is going to do you any favours,” Charles retorted, still laughing. At this point, the only person not laughing was Lando. “Now put your seatbelts on.”

You and Lando exchanged a similar look, a challenging one. Eyes slightly narrowed, a smirk playing on your lips. He was going to make it his mission to become your favourite driver and you were intent on not letting that happen.

Once you were in the air, Charles got up out of his seat to come and talk to you about plans for dinner this week with your mum. You brought one leg up to your chest as you spoke to your older brother, switching between French and Italian throughout the duration of the conversation. That was common for you two, but you noticed that Lando was watching intensely, probably trying to figure out if you two were talking about him.

Charles noticed too and dipped his head in an attempt to stifle his laughter, “Tu seras sa mort.” You’ll be the death of him.

“Possibly, but that’s what makes this fun,” You swiftly turned your head to face the British driver. “Right?”

Lando held his hands up defensively, “I’m not agreeing with anything you just said. I don’t even know what you said.”

“Then stop trying to eavesdrop,” You stretched your hand out to land a playful hit on his arm. One would have thought you just bruised his bone with the way he reacted, retracting his arm into his chest and inhaling a very dramatic breath. You rolled your eyes, “We weren’t talking about you, by the way. We were talking about plans for dinner.”

“For tonight?” Lando asked, face lighting up immediately. “Perfect. I’m in.”

Charles’ head fell back with laughter as he turned around, leaving you to deal with this conversation on your own.

“No, you idiot,” you stared at him in disbelief. “With our mother, later this week.”

“Oh,” he nodded, poking his tongue out to lick his lips before his eyebrows pinched together, “So what’s happening tonight?”

“Nothing’s happening tonight.”

“So you’re free for me to take you out on a date?”

Charles’ and Arthur’s laughter echoed through the plane and it took everything in you not to laugh as well, but you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. You were also very taken aback by his abruptness of the question, like this was casual, like you guys had hung out outside the paddock before, you hadn’t.

“Lando if this is about my driver ranking-”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” Lando shrugged, but his cheeky grin told you it was. He reached across the aisle and nudged your arm, “Come on, Y/N, let’s do something fun in Monaco.”

When it clicked for all of you that this wasn’t a joke, Charles stood up from his seat, eyes darting back and forth between you and Lando a few times before landing on him, “No, absolutely not. You’re not going on a date with my sister.”

“Don’t think that’s up for you to decide.” Lando looked at you expectantly. His hazel eyes bore into yours and with the way the early morning sunlight flooded through the small windows, he seemed to quite literally be glowing.

You almost said yes because of the way he was looking at you. A hopeful, boyish smile on his lips. Chin rested in his hand so innocently. Head tilted the slightest bit. How could you say no to that?

You had to.

“Lando, I’m not going on a date with you.”

To end the conversation, you found your airpods and pulled out your phone, making yourself look as busy as possible, even if you were just scrolling through different social media platforms. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Lando shift in his seat, trying to decide if he should interrupt you or not.

Eventually he decided not to. Probably figuring that asking you out on a date for a second time wouldn’t go over well with you, or with Charles for that matter.

But that didn’t mean he was done trying.

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When you stepped off the plane, Lando was quick to take your bags from you so you didn’t have to carry them to the car that was waiting for you. Charles lightly smacked him upside the head, muttering something under his breath about how Lando wasn’t allowed to hit on his sister.

Lando ignored it, like he ignored most signs and instructions. He waited until getting to the car, making sure to grab the door and hold it open for you.

“Being chivalrous isn’t going to do anything for my driver ranking.”

“I’m just being nice.”

“You have ulterior motives.”

“No,” Lando argued. Your eyebrows pinched together and he changed his answer. “Okay fine, yes I want you to like me more. Let me take you out, Y/N. It’ll be fun.”

It wasn’t like Charles controlled your life, but you did worry about what he would think if you and Lando did go out, even just for an innocent dinner. Lando could sense your hesitation as you glanced at your older brother a few feet away and he just nodded and drummed his fingers against the car window.

“I’ll see you around, then,” taking your silence as an answer. He gave you a gentle smile, one that matched the rest of his soft features before shutting the door.

You didn’t expect to hear from Lando until the next race and honestly, that would have been for the better. That plane ride with him was enough. And him asking you on a date? Where the hell did that come from? You understood that Lando just wanted to move up your personal driver rankings, but you were conflicted about that potentially leading to spending more time with him.

Lando was someone you’ve known for a few years now. You were always friendly in the paddock or any social events, you shared some entertaining banter, but never once did you spend time together in between races.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you did like Lando and his company, but similar to Carlos or Daniel, he was a friend. A friend you saw when you watched a grand prix and nothing more. It didn’t make sense to see him on a more regular basis.

Also Charles would kill you if you went on a date with a driver.

Luckily for you, the second you stepped into your flat, all thoughts of the McLaren driver left your mind. You had to unpack, you needed to do laundry, you needed to meal prep for the upcoming week. You’d been gone for four days so god did you need to clean. Basic chores kept you busy for the majority of the day until you found yourself needing to make dinner.

You had just placed a homemade pizza in the oven and licked some excess tomato sauce off your thumb when there was a knock on your door.

This didn’t alarm you. You ordered a lot of packages, you figured this was another one. Or maybe it was one of your friends because they knew you were back home. It wasn’t strange that someone was stopping by.

It was strange that the person on the other side of your door was Lando.

You had half a mind to shut the door in his face.

“I said no date.”

“This isn’t a date!” Lando defended himself, but the single daisy between his fingers told you otherwise. Lando noticed you eyeing it and he held it out towards you, “I passed a shrub of daisies, what was I supposed to do? Not grab you one?”

Reluctantly, you took the flower from him, spinning it between your forefinger and your thumb. Dozens of questions flooded through your mind, but instead of making him stand in your foyer as you pondered which one to ask, you nodded your head to invite him inside.

Lando smiled and shut the door behind him. He had changed out of his jumper from earlier, now in a pair of black joggers and, of course, a Quadrant t-shirt.

You had changed as well, now in a matching cotton pj set that was beige with little red hearts on it. You noticed that Lando’s eyes lingered on your bare legs for longer than he probably should have.

“How’d you know?” You asked.

Lando cleared his throat, “How’d I know what?”

“That I like daisies.”

He shifted onto the balls of his feet, “You have a daisy tattoo.”

Your eyebrows raised due to suspicion, “Not anywhere visible.”

The small flower was inked into your side on your ribcage, just below the curve of your breast. It wasn’t everyday you walked around topless, so you were certainly confused as to how Lando of all people had become aware of it.

Lando knew he had been caught out. He inhaled a sharp breath, quickly trying to figure out how to get out of this grave he had dug for himself.

“Word spreads,” he shrugged.

“Word spreads?” You repeated back to him. You knew exactly what that meant. You pushed on his chest and reached for the handle of the door, practically shoving him out. “Get out of my flat, Lando. And take your fucking daisy.”

You crumpled it between your fingers until the pedals turned to remnants of what it used to be before throwing it in his face. Lando didn’t let you shut the door though, he kept his palm against the surface and pushed it open. You were strong, but nowhere near as strong as a Formula 1 driver.

“Hey, come on,” Lando tried to reason with you. “I’m not the one who talks, Y/N. I didn’t tell anyone, I swear. It’s not my place.”

He leaned against the side of the door, refusing to break your stare until you believed he was telling the truth. You pressed your lips together tightly, telling yourself that Lando was only the middle man in this unfortunate turn of events. You were annoyed, definitely, but you didn’t need to take it out on him.

“I want to know what he said,” you decided, swinging the door open for the second time.

And that’s how you found yourself on the couch with Lando as he relayed to you everything that Pierre had told him.

It was a mistake, honestly. One that you didn’t think you regretted that much, but now you were thinking otherwise.

Last Christmas when Pierre came to visit the Leclerc family, the two of you ended up splitting a bottle of wine, or maybe two, and when the end of the night came, instead of going to his hotel, Pierre came with you back to your flat.

You had known Pierre for years through Charles, but that night there was a magnetic pull that had you craving him. It was probably the wine.

He kissed you, something that you shouldn't have let happen but you were giddy and drunk and it was the holidays so all logic slipped from mind. Pierre kissed you and for the rest of the night, nothing else seemed to matter.

But when you woke up in your bed the next morning, limbs tangled with his and the sheets, you both agreed that it could never happen again. You also agreed that you would never talk about it. The last thing you needed was Charles’ finding out about a one night stand between his best friend and his sister and neither of you wanted to start any gossip in the paddock.

That’s what you thought, at least. Because apparently Pierre had told Lando every stupid detail about that night, including the tattoo that he had noticed on your side.

“È uno stronzo," He’s an asshole. With your arm resting along the back of the couch, you dropped your face to rest in your hand. Lando knew just enough Italian that he didn't have to ask for a translation. “We agreed not to tell anyone. Who else knows?”

Lando shrugged and usually that was a cop out answer, but you believed that he truly didn’t know. “I don’t think he told Carlos. Danny might know. Yuki? I don’t know, Y/N, I’m sorry. Pierre loves to talk.”

“I just don’t want this to get back to Charles.”

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from, “If it helps, I haven’t told anyone.”

You couldn’t help but glare at him, “What do you want? An award for doing the bare fucking minimum? You could have told Pierre to not talk about me.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Lando cowered back into his corner of the couch. He felt bad about this situation, but you also sort of intimidated him. He didn’t know how to help. It just seemed like everything he said or did made it a little bit worse.

He was so tense that when the timer on your oven went off, he flinched in response.

You slid off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. When you put the pizza on a cooling rack, you glanced over your shoulder to catch a peak at Lando, only to find him watching you. You nodded your head towards the plate in your hand, “Did you want some?”

“Of what?”

He didn’t think sometimes. “Lando, what the hell does it smell like in here?”

“Piz- oh, yeah sure I’d love a slice,” his boyish grin returned and you grabbed a second plate out for him. You also grabbed a bottle of wine from the cart in the corner, but Lando’s voice stopped you from popping out the cork. “Oh I’m okay, I don’t actually drink wine.”

You had nothing against drinking alone, but for reasons you couldn’t really explain, it felt wrong to pour yourself a glass of wine and enjoy it in Lando’s presence.

So you opted for a few bottles of Perrier instead. You balanced the plates on one arm and carried the sparkling water in your hand. When you came back to the couch, Lando was quick to take the dishes from you so you could get comfortable in your spot.

He took a bite of the pizza and immediately sucked in a breath as if that would help cool it down. You wanted to roll your eyes at how daft he could be sometimes. It was a wonder how this man could memorise over twenty different track layouts and withstand up to 5G, but couldn’t remember to let his food cool down before eating.

Lando must have noticed you smiling to yourself and he took a sip of water before asking about it, “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” you were still smiling, “You’re just funny, is all.”

“I’m funny?” He repeated, mirroring your expression as he saw it as a compliment. The slightest bit of an ego boost did wonders for his mood. “Why thank you.”

You were starting to learn which battles to pick with Lando. Correcting him about your concerns regarding his mentality was not one of them.

“So you came over here for what reason?” You asked, eyeing the crumbled up flower near your front door.

“For a date,” Lando answered like it was the easiest question in the world. “I just assumed you had to say no earlier, for Charles’ sake.”

You scoffed, “I said no because I didn’t want to go on a date with you.”

“So what are we doing right now?”

He had you there.

You may not have gone out and done something ‘fun’ but you did invite him inside and now you were sharing a few slices of homemade pizza. You almost opened a bottle of wine.

“This isn’t a date,” it was a piss poor argument, but it was all you could come up with.

“Agree to disagree,” Lando looked pleased with himself. “And I don’t see Lance showing up at your door, with a flower, wanting to hang out with you.”

“Maybe because Lance lives in Montreal,” you retorted. “And he also has a girlfriend.”

“So why do you like him more than me?” Lando raised his voice but there was still a lingering playful understone.

“He’s a better driver,” you took another bite of pizza, ignoring the way Lando was staring at you like you offended the last five generations of his family. When you finally looked up, you rolled your eyes at his dumbstruck expression, covering your mouth with your hand as you finished chewing. “Lando, he’s literally sitting at ninth in the driver standings. Your tenth. Maybe get some points and I’ll like you more.”

“You’re harsh,” Lando shook his head at your words as he stood up from the couch. For a second you wondered where he was going but he just pointed at the kitchen, “Mind if I grab another slice?”

“Oh, you like my cooking?”

“I do, actually,” Lando chuckled. He put a few more slices on his plate. “You’ve got some good culinary skills. This crust?” He lifted his fingers to his lips, kissing the tip of them to express his appreciation for your homemade pizza. “You should open up a restaurant.”

Your head dipped backwards as you laughed, “You’ve tried one meal. I could be absolute shit at making everything else.”

“I don’t believe that,” Lando shook his head as he returned to the couch. This time when he sat down, you noticed he positioned himself more towards you than forwards.

“Why not?”

Lando hesitated, taking a breath before answering, “I don’t think it's possible for you to be shit at anything. If you have the same determination as Charles, which I think you do, it’s probably safe to say that when you put your mind to something, you excel.”

It was a nice compliment, but you didn’t let his words affect you the way he would have hoped.

“You’re still sixth in my ranking.”

“For now.”

“Forever.”

Lando opened his mouth only for his jaw to immediately close. You straightened up and nudged his foot with yours.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Whatever you were about to say”

“I forgot,” Lando shrugged it off, but you knew he was lying. He had a horrible poker face. It also didn’t help that he quickly scarfed down the rest of his pizza and stood up, avoiding this conversation.

You watched as he walked to the kitchen and turned the tap on to start washing the single dish he used. You braced your arm over the back of the couch, “Just leave it, I can clean it later.”

His jaw dropped in fake astonishment, “Leave it? I was raised better than that. You fed me, I can clean. Equal trade.”

“Lando-

“Shut up Y/N, let me do the dishes.” He then moved to grab a few cutting boards and other utensils you used and left out.

You weren’t sure what was going through his mind as he cleaned up your mess. You just watched, trying to piece together the puzzle that was Lando.

This was his first time at your place, so it took a while for him to figure out where you kept your dish rags and soap, but it was entertaining watching as he navigated through your cupboards and drawers.

After a few minutes, he wiped his hands on his pants and made his way towards the back of the couch. You stared up at him, but instantly regretted that as he flicked his hand in front of your face. A few stray drops of water landed on your cheeks and you pushed on his abdomen.

“Oh you asshole,” you wiped your face as Lando only laughed and grabbed your now empty plate. You followed him to the kitchen this time though, nudging your hip against his so he would move out of the way for you to grab a towel.

“You could always hire me as a dishwasher if being a driver doesn’t work out for me,” Lando suggested.

"One, I'm not opening up a restaurant," you started, hearing a scoff from Lando. "Two, hiring you would mean I have to see you all the time."

"That's not so bad."

You didn't answer, relying on your judgmental eyeroll and pursed lips to get the message across. Lando snatched another towel from the drawer and rolled it up, snapping it against your bare forearm.

"Ouch," you hissed at him, grabbing the spot that had just been hit. Now it was Lando's turn to roll his eyes.

He pushed your hand out of the way and brushed his thumb against the faint red mark on your arm that would certainly disappear within the next ten minutes. You may have reacted dramatically.

Okay, you definitely did. You grew up with three older brothers. A little roughhousing was not going to be the end of you. Lando knew this.

"Oh you're fine," he assured you, his fingers lingering on your skin longer than they needed to before he turned back around.

You wiped down the counter and Lando grabbed a few dishes that had been sitting in the drying rack. As he turned around, he placed his hand on your waist to gently move you out of the way so he could put the plates in the cupboard. A much nicer gesture compared to you just pushing against his side earlier.

Even though this was the first time Lando was visiting your flat, you two managed to fall into a pretty good flow as you finished cleaning up your kitchen. What started as just picking up after dinner turned into tidying everything else up.

Conversation flowed as well. He didn’t bring up your driver ranking, he asked what your plans were this week. He asked about any upcoming modelling projects you had lined up. He wanted to know if you’d be at the next race and he seemed excited when your answer was yes.

Before you knew it, almost two hours had passed of the two of you just standing in your kitchen, talking. It was easy to talk to someone who made you laugh every five minutes and Lando just didn’t seem to have an excuse to leave, so he didn’t.

This was the most amount of time you had ever spent with the British driver.

And you didn’t hate it.

It wasn’t until a yawn slipped out as Lando was talking did you both realise what time it was. Lando pulled out his phone at the same time you did. Either you put it on silent and didn’t notice or you had just been too engrossed with Lando and your conversation to notice that Charles had texted you a number of times.

“Everything okay?” Lando asked, noticing your expression.

You briefly skimmed the messages, but then decided you didn’t want to deal with your brother right now, “Yeah just Charles. I’ll call him back in the morning.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to ignore-”

You raised a hand to stop him mid-apology, “Don’t apologise, really.” You glanced around your pristine kitchen before your eyes landed on his, momentarily asking yourself why you turned him down in the first place. “Tonight was…weirdly fun. Even though you showed up unannounced and I found out Pierre told half the grid that we hooked up.”

Lando clenched his jaw and inhaled a sharp breath, “Yeah, sorry about that. Not about showing up unannounced, I don’t regret that, but about the whole Pierre thing.”

Leave it to Lando to not feel any bit of remorse for crashing your do-nothing plans after you rejected a date with him.

You walked him to the front door and leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, watching to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He then looked down at the flower right next to his feet.

“Sorry,” you muttered. You could admit you overreacted.

“Don’t be,” Lando shook his head. “I’ll just get you a bouquet next time, it’s probably harder to destroy.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, “Next time?”

Lando tilted his head, that same cheeky grin making a reappearance, “Oh. Yeah. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m still on a mission.” He gestured towards your kitchen. “I can’t believe I cleaned for you and you still like Lance better than me.”

“I mean,” you inhaled a heavy breath. Were you really about to say this? You could already see Lando’s expression turn hopeful and you had to avert your gaze, looking up at the ceiling instead. “It’s probably safe to say that Pierre isn’t on that top five list anymore.”

“He’s bumped down?” Lando asked. You nodded and you could tell how ecstatic he was over this news. “So by default, I’m number 5?”

“Sure, by default you’ve made it into the top five.”

Lando actually fist pumped the air. You rolled your eyes, dragging your hand over your face before reaching for the door. You pulled it open and for the second time tonight, you were pushing him out of your flat.

“Goodnight, Lando.” you went to shut the door, but just like earlier, he stopped it.

He stepped closer, his line of sight trailing upwards, taking his time to really look at all of the details on your face. Like how no matter how hard you were trying to look annoyed, a sliver of a smile still poked through. There was an indent above your right eyebrow, he hadn’t noticed it before and he made a mental note to ask you about it the next time he saw you. He then landed on your eyes and he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his mouth becoming very dry.

“In all honesty, thanks for inviting me in,” Lando told you. His words sounded genuine. It almost made you forget about his ridiculous move-up-your-ranking operation.

“Yeah, just don’t make a habit of showing up uninvited,” you said.

“No promises.”

He shot you a wink before taking a few steps backwards and away from your flat. You watched for a few seconds, making sure he got into his car safely. Once he turned it on, you shut the door and released a breath you weren’t even aware you had been keeping in.

As you heard him drive away, you ignored an unfamiliar twisting feeling in the pit of your stomach. You also paid no attention to the fact that your flat just seemed so empty without him and almost eerily quiet after his laughter filled up the space for the last few hours. And of course, you refused to let yourself think about what would have happened if you did agree to the date.

But you did ask yourself one question.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Does Killer!Eddie ever “handle businesses” while his wife is around?

Hiii babes!! So I do honestly think Eddie wouldn’t ever “deal” with someone with you around unless he has absolutely no other option. I’ll give you an example of when he’d be left with no other choice but also he doesn’t finish the job!💖

TW: Eddie is a serial killer, minor violence

A/N: I don’t know why but I just think Killer!Eddie would be tatted up and just a reminder this is a Princess!Reader so she is used to protective Eddie!

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“Want another one baby?” Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks at your empty glass that’s on the table between the two of you. You just smile and nod as your foot taps to the beat of the music playing in the bar the two of you are at. Eddie returns your smile as he gets up and walks around the table to he’s standing next to you. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll try not to miss you too much.” You tease as you shoot him a playful wink before he turns and walks away leaving you alone at the table. Eddie usually doesn’t like to leave you alone in public places unless he has a clear line of sight on you but he knows this bar, the two of you have been coming here since your third date years ago so he feels comfortable leaving you alone for the few minutes it’ll take him to get you a drink.

“Hey Eddie,” Nicole the bartender smiles at him as he approaches the bar. “She ready for another one?” She asks as Eddie places a hand on the bar top, he briefly glances down at the gold band on his ring finger and smiles.

“Yeah but maybe more water and less vodka in this one?” Nicole just laughs as she nods and starts making the drink.

“Don’t want her getting too far gone huh?” Eddie just nods as he turns his head so he can get a look at you, he feels his hand ball into a fist when he sees someone standing next to you, he can tell by the way you’re giving this stranger a small smile that you don’t know him and the tenseness of your shoulders lets Eddie know you’re not comfortable.

“Yeah uh something like that.” Eddie mumbles as Nicole places the drink on the bar. “Put it on my tab.” He doesn’t mean to sound harsh but at the moment Eddie can’t be bothered with being polite because there’s a man getting too close to his wife for his liking.

“Oh please don’t-” Before you can finish your sentence Eddie has his free hand that’s not holding your drink wrapped around the man’s wrist. Eddie quickly gives it one hard twist bending it backwards causing the man to drop to his knees and let out a harsh squeal of pain.

“Try to touch her one more time and you’ll never be able to use this hand again.” Eddie’s tone is rough as he makes intense eye contact with the man whose wrist is still trapped in Eddie’s grip. “Understand?” The man just nods making Eddie let go of his wrist so he can turn and look at you to make sure you’re okay. “Sweetheart look at me.” Your eyes are wide as you slowly look away from the man who is now running off towards the exit and up at Eddie as he places your drink on the table so he can cup your face in his hands.

“What was that?” You mumble as you try to make sense of what just happened.

“I’m sorry you had to see that baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” Eddie explains as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.

“You didn’t scare me.” Your voice is reassuring as you place your hand over one of Eddie’s that’s on your face. “It just happened so fast that’s all.” Eddie just nods as he takes a look over his shoulder to see if anyone is staring and to his surprise his little burst of anger seemed to go unnoticed by everyone in the bar. “Thanks for always being there to save me.” Eddie just smiles as he looks back at you.

“It’s my pleasure Princess.” You just let out a soft laugh as Eddie leans down to place a quick kiss to your lips. He drops his hands from your face so he can grab your drink off the table and hand it to you.

“All that and you didn’t spill it?” Eddie rolls his eyes playfully as you take a sip. “I’m impressed.” You tease as Eddie moves his seat so instead of sitting across from you he’s now right next to you.

“Glad after all these years I’m still able to impress you.” He jokes as he places a hand on the top of your thigh and gives it a light squeeze making you smile as you take another sip of your drink.

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justtryingtobecreative · 10 months

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Neteyam x Human reader

Chapter 5.1

(Tw: Mentions of Smut.. next part will go 100%)

(Okay everyone here is half 1 of chapter 5! Monday the second part will drop! Let me know if you like it! Chapter 1 at the bottom!)

"Can someone murder me now?" You squeek,

Neteyam is fuming, his arm spread out to cover you. He turns his head toward you, before turning to the rest. "No Y/n no one can 'murder' you, and you four better sit down right fucking now." He growls at the young Na'vi's in front of him.

They seem more distraught than you at the moment and do as he asks instantly. Them settling down on the floor, just a little bit shorter than you as they sat down.... which was honestly quite insulting given the situation.

"We are so sorry!" Tsireya starts, the sweet nineteen year old obviously feeling the most guilty. "We just followed you when we saw you act so strange at the party!"

Neteyam holds up his hand signaling for her to stop talking, "Let's start here. Exactly how much have you all seen?" He asks bluntly, his face not betraying his emotions at all.

Aonung speaks up next, obviously pretending to be unaffected at the situation... but a noticable awkwardness in his voice. "We saw everything, and i must say it was quite suprising...what we saw."

You let out a mortified screech/groan, placing your head in your hands as you crouch down. The Na'vi giving you strange looks at the sound, not having heard it from you before.

Neteyam places a comforting hand on your head, you gathering yourself as you get back up. Your face still bright red, and your stance very awkward.

Lo'ak and Kiri seemed uncharistically quiet, which is probably to be expected when you see your elder Na'vi brother straight up demolishing your human childhood friend with his..

"Allright..well you obviously saw us.. uhm...have sex." Your big blue guy says, suddenly not meeting anyones gaze.

"That's what that was? It seemed more like an assasination attempt... i mean seriously." Aonung turned to you with an astonished gaze. "How are you even alive?"

They all turn to you, you electing to simply stare at the wall like it was the most interesting thing in existence, totally ignoring the Na'vi that were staring at you... honestly when you think about it it is quite impressive people are able to make these straw walls by hand.

Neteyam steps in front of you, hissing harshly at Aonung. "It is in your best interest to shut your mouth." He stands up straight, just taller than the other boy.

I mean, so intricate, so beautifull, this hut is so well crafted.

"If you wanted 'that' you should have gone somewhere private." Aonung remarks, still taking a step backwards when your big blue guy takes a step toward him.

"We did go somewhere private! You four just followed us like some little creeps!" Neteyam seemed very very angry.

You notice as your mate gets a bit too riled up, obviously winding himself up to take a swing as he starts clenching his fist. You swiftly lean forward to tap him on the hip, his attention turning to you instantly.

You shake your head.

Neteyam locked his intense gaze on yours, "I want to touch Y/n every second of every day, she is my mate." He remarks dryly, as he takes a step backwards, grabbing your hand.

A second of awkward silence. You want to die.. like seriously.

"How long has this been going on?" Kiri speaks up loudly from behind the others, seeming uncomfortable but also strangely intrigued.

Neteyam stares at his little sister with wide eyes, he obviously hadn't taken into account that some of his siblings were here as well. Not to mention the tall lanky form of Lo'ak still standing frozen to the side.

Kiri's question visibly registers in Neteyam as he suddenly smiles softly.

A proud look appears on your big blue guy's face. "About three weeks... but i have been in love with her for years." He responded, a faraway look on his face. "And now we are finally together."

You give his hand a squeeze as you share a smile.

Kiri relaxes at his words, smiling softly. "You realised you loved her when she got hit in the head at the sea battle." She says more than asks, her gaze settling on your conjoined hands as a small smile circles her lips.

You smile, "I...think we have always loved eachother."

Neteyam settles his oversized hand on your back, "Y/n and I are not ready to share our relationship with Mom, dad or the others." He gives his sister a meaningfull look "We are not sure if we are able to remain in the clan if they find out."

Lo'ak seems to startle awake at his brothers words, "What the fuck? You can't possibly be thinking of leaving!" He pushes past the other kids, slapping his hands on his thighs in anger.

You both knew that the young Na'vi had started to heavily lean on Neteyam after the war, mostly because the boy felt responsible that you had both been on that boat.

Neteyam steps forward placing a hand in his brothers hair, "I don't think we have a choice bro, if Mom and dad want to force us apart.." he shakes his head in distress, "I won't leave y/n... I can't." He let out a heavy sigh, a troubled expression slipping onto his face.

Lo'ak shakes his head in disbelief, "After those fucking poachers almost killed you two... i..." he let's out a sigh, him relaxing a bit as Tsireya places a hand on his shoulder. "I can't let you be bullied away by mom and dad. The clan needs you!" He frowns, a blush appearing on his cheeks when Tsireya gives him an encouraging smile.

Neteyam leans over to place a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. "If we have to leave, i will be heartbroken.. but not worried about the clan.. you would be a good future leader bro."

Lo'ak looks up at his brother with conflicted eyes, "I would rather you be here bro." He finally mutters softly.

"Guys.. we have all been away from the party too long." We should probably head back.." Kiri interupts as she walks forward placing a soft hand on Lo'ak's shoulder as she speaks to the rest.

"You're probably right.." Tsireya mumbles as she steers her brother and Lo'ak away.

Neteyam looks back at you with a soft look in his eyes, softly grabbing your hand.

Kiri looks at the movement with keen eyes, she shakes her head smiling. "You are whiiipped" she says in a singsong voice.

Neteyam just shrugs his shoulders, not even bothering to deny her words.

"Now come on brother.. it's my turn to dance with Y/n." Kiri grabs my hand from his, dragging me away.

"Whoah! We can't go out like this." You gesture toward the bruises and paint remains on your and Neteyam's skin.

Kiri rolls her eyes. "Aw come on guys! It's dark in there! No way anyone will see." She doesn't give you a second to breathe before she drags you away again.

Neteyam looks a bit put off, shaking his head. "Come on Kiri! This is irresponsible!"

Kiri shakes her head, turning toward her brother again. "Come on! Have some fun brother!"

"Jeez you guys are silly.." He murmurs finally, a smile circling his lips as he looks at his mate and his sister happily conversing.

We reach the party quickly, Neteyam going over to his friends to socialise when Kiri basically chases him away from you.

The moment Kiri sees he's out of earshot she walks me to the side of the dancefloor. "Y/n... i just saw you do it with my very very big Na'vi brother... Why in the world didn't i know about this?."

"Honestly... did you really want to know me and your brother have had tons of very kinky sex."

"Ew what? No!" Kiri sticks out her tongue in disgust.

I give her a dry look, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay fine.. that's fair... how did this even start?" Kiri seems way too interested in this..

"Well it was at that party a while back... you know when he got back from that fight?"

Kiri's eyes widened.. "No."

I nod sadly, "Yes."

"You had a weird sex fight with my brother?!" Kiri yelled loudly...

I jump up and place my hand onto her mouth.. "Shut up!" I grunt softly, thankfull no one had heard.

"Okay okay i'm sorry... but he was literally covered with red spots and fingerprints.." Kiri says sheepishly.

"Uhm... well.. i grabbed onto him quite tight when.... Nope not talking about this."

Kiri's eyes widen "No but now i wanna know! You two were so wild! I thought it was supposed to be soft and sweet when people mate! You have to tell me how it works!"

"Dude come on! I can't possibly tell you all the details.."

She gives me a look.

~~~

You folded and told her the basics..

We were currently sitting beneath a table in the far back of the temple. Effectively hidden out of view.

"Wow! Wait... so you put it in... and move? And that feels good?"

"Well.. i'm honestly not sure how it feels for you Na'vi.. but Neteyam really likes the way we do it.. and that is the human way so i think so?"

Kiri seemed intrigued, a bit disgusted, and was probably about to ask more questions anyway.

"Can we talk about anything else?" You ask curtly...

Kiri sighs, obviously not satisfied at your cut off conversation. "Allright fine! How about what happened with Spider?" She frowns.

Your heart skips a beat at her words.

"You know about that?" You say softly, knowing the girl was close with him.

She nods sadly, "He told me about it.."

"It's not his fault.." you mutter softly unable to meet the girls eyes.

"I think it was... but i think he knows that too." Kiri sighs shaking her head.

I place a soft hand on her shoulder.

"I.. i just.. i like spider!" Kiri blurts out, me choking in my saliva. You look at the now upset girl, the dark in the temple hiding most of her features.

I take a second to open up to the idea before finally responding.

"That's allright Kiri.. you can like whomever you want." Your thoughts secretly run wild at her revelation.. how would sex between them work? You shake your head, if they really like eachother they will figure it out. Just like you and Neteyam had.

But still.. how in the...

"Really?... Your not mad?" Kiri asks softly giving me a worried look.

"Huh why would i be mad at that?"

"Well... he hurt you? And i thought the two of you wanted to be together.

"Kiri. I have mated with Neteyam.. i have forgiven spider... If you want to be with him and he makes you happy. Then i want you to follow your heart." You give her a comforting smile.

Kiri smiles softly grabbing your small hand in her big one. "Thank you.. i think i needed to hear that." She blushes softly.

We give eachother a tight hug before getting out from under the table. Her going to find spider.

~~~

You look around the temple in search of your big blue guy. Huh... where was he? You get a strange feeling in your stomach, a bit unsettled that you can't find him.

As the sky gets darker and darker you get increasingly worried... Neteyam wasn't at the party anymore that was certain. And the other Sully weren't either.

He wouldn't have left without telling you..

You decide to take the long way home, taking a stroll through the Na'vi camp first. "Shit.." i murmur to myself as i hear yelling coming from the Sully tent.

You sneak up using a hunting technique Neteyam thought you. Peering through the straw walls you are suprised to see all the 'kids' sitting on the floor of the tent, Jake and Neytiri standing over them.

You strain to hear what they are saying,

"I cannot believe how irresponsibly you have behaved today Neteyam.." Jake shakes his head in dissapointment, his hands on his hips as he glares down at his oldest son.

Neteyam just glares down at the ground, his large shape looking silly as he sits on the floor. Your big blue guy is not backing down an inch though, his face seemingly set in stone.

"Neteyam.. what were you thinking?" Neytiri says sternly, crossing her arms. Her face pulled into a frown, "You have embarrassed your father tonight." She hisses, Jake placing a calming hand on her shoulder.

Neteyam remains silent, you noticing his fists clench and his jaw tick.. he was mad.. very mad.

Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk look at their brother with wide eyes, this behaviour still a bit new for them.

"Neteyam! You are an adult now, act like it!" Jake shouts loudly, his voice echoeing through the small hut causing the other kids to flinch. "You cannot just come back home looking like you just fought a damn bear whenever you feel like it!"

Neteyam doesn't move and doesn't do anything really...

"You cannot expect to find a proper mate if you act like this." Neytiri hisses again, slapping her son on the shoulder. Neteyam closes his eyes, taking a few heavy breaths.

"Neteyam stand up, others out." Jake growls out as he gestures for the others to leave.. they do.. the kids rushing outside on the other side of the tent.

Your big blue guy does as instructed standing straight in front of his parents. He was now slightly taller than his father, him now hovering over them both.

"You are going to be the next olo'eyktan soon.. how do you expect to step into my footsteps if you do things like this?" Jake paces left to right in front of the younger Na'vi.

"Neteyam.. please listen to your father, it is a great honor to become our clan leader. It is more important than anything or anyone except this family." Neytiri strokes her son's arm softly, them two closer than him and his father. Her oldest son pulls away from her this time,

"I allready have a family.. one of my own. And i don't care about being olo'eyktan.. i never have." Neteyam glares at them.

"You have worked so hard my son, you are a great warrior now.. why do you not want this?" Neytiri seems confused by her sons words.

"I haven't become the warrior i am today for you or for the clan.. i have become a warrior to protect..."

"That is what a commander should do Neteyam!" Jake shouts again. "You were doing so well at becoming the perfect leader! The perfect soldier! What could you possibly have as rea.." He is interupted as his son speaks up again.

"Dad. I don't care about any of that!" Neteyam groans in frustration, he loses his composure at once starting to pace left to right.

"Why? Because all you care about is that stupid human?" Neytiri interupts.

My heart drops at her words..

Neteyam's reaction is instant as he turns to her with cold eyes. "You do not speak about her that way. You don't have the right." He shakes his head, sending a withering glare to his brother.

"I'm leaving." He grunts, stepping out of the tent.

"Neteyam! I have not dismissed you yet soldier." Jake yells loudly, his face confused and distraught again.

Neteyam steps outside, his gaze instantly landing on me. His eyes soften as they meet yours.. water starts to fall from the sky sticking his dark hair to his face.

Your big blue guy strolls over to you instantly placing his hands on your waist, his emotions clear on his face.. he whistles for his Ikran. "I am so glad to see you." He whispers into your hair, tears falling from his eyes.

"Are you allright my love?" I ask softly, giving him a small smile.

"Let's go home.." He just murmurs leading you to the Ikran, you noticing his proud gaze as it settles on yours.

"Home?" You just ask confusedly.. him smiling as he pulls you close to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. home.." Neteyam places you on the Ikran, the glowing plants lighting his now wet skin. It was magical.. the whole forest dark.

All of a sudden out from the darkness a little creature comes down from the tree's, its little white legs feeling strange as they tickle against your bare skin.. Neteyam's eyes widen...

The tree's above light up with purple light.. more of the little beings appearing as they float around you and your mate. You smile at him, pulling his face toward yours in a sweet kiss. You about the same height as him as you sit on the Ikran and he stands next to you.

His soft hand strokes your waist with tenderness. "I see you." He whispers, his braids tickling your shoulder as he takes a seat on the Ikran behind you his arm sliding around your body to keep you safe.

"I see you.." i whisper back. I feel him smile against the back of my bare shoulder as he bends down to place a kiss on it.

He makes a loud yip, the Ikran following his command as it sets off into the sky..

Something tells you to look back at the Sully's hut.. your gaze catches the form of Neytiri stand where you had just done.. reaching up to softly touch one of those little creatures before you dissappear out of view.

~~~

We reach the human base quickly, my mind still quite occupied by the strangeness that was today. Neteyam silent ass well and no doubt

Neteyam grasps your hand softly pulling you with him as you enter the base together. "I'm sorry but.. i am not hiding us anymore." He mutters softly, seeming scared of a possible reaction.

I nod at him. "I understand.. don't worry about me.. you have enough to worry about." I squeeze his hand

Your big blue guy laughs softly, "I will always worry for you." He admits.

The scientists in the hall look confused as they see us, we ignore them.

"Oh hey Neteyam what are you doing here so late?" Norm asks confusedly.. until his gaze settles on our conjoined hands.

"I am staying the night in y/n's room." Neteyam says dryly placing an arm over my shoulders and pulling me into his chest.

Norm and the other avatars seem confused.. "Wait.. does Jake know about this?" He asks softly.

The young Na'vi just shrugs before pulling you along again.. leaving the confused man in your wake.

"Did you see all thiose marks on then.. it almost seemed like hickeys." You both heard Norm say to one of his helpers.

The two of you finally reach your room, him smiling broadly as he settles his hands on your waist. "I have never felt so amazing... just telling people that you are my mate.. i am so happy."

"I never expected you to be so impulsive Teyam. I can't say that i mind this new version of you.." i smile softly as i stare into his eyes.

I run my eyes down his chest.. noticing the bruises and hickeys again.

"I think we need to shower my love.. although.. if you are still in an adventurous mood.. we could shower in the larger one on the main floor.." I give him a teasing look, stroking my hand down his hard chest.

Lust fills his eyes. "Allright then my love.. maybe today is finally the day that we get caught by someone who doesn't keep their mouth shut.. i can't say i mind the thought of people recognising my claim on you my little mate.

His hands run up your body.

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stillnotyourmusebitch · 4 months

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Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

#jamie writes #my old fic #hellboy 2019 #hellboy imagine #hellboy x reader #reader insert #afab reader #b.p.r.d. imagine #b.p.r.d.#hellboy smut

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misc-obeyme · 11 months

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hi! can you make something uuhhh... kinda spicy..? the side characters reaction to getting catch making out/ kissing mc hard?😳

Hi there, anon!

This is by far the spiciest thing I've ever posted here (ETA: lol), but I would still say it's only slightly spicy. They ended up a little longer than I meant for them to, but you know when inspiration strikes, I tend to go with the flow and not question it. Anyway, I hope the spice level is okay and that they're not too cheesy, but either way I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the request!

side characters make out with GN!MC and react to getting caught

Warnings: making out, kissing, touching, etc, but everyone stays clothed lol

Diavolo

You had received a message from Diavolo earlier that evening asking you to come see him at the Demon Lord's Castle. Although he hadn't said what it was he wanted to talk to you about, you were pretty sure it was regarding an upcoming event that you were helping him plan. So you made your way over to the castle quickly.

He had been at his desk in his office, working away, when you arrived. He looked up at you as you entered the room, putting down his pen and actually standing up to greet you.

"Thank you for coming, MC!" he said, taking your hand and leading you to a seat in front of his desk.

You sat down as he passed several papers to you. A glance revealed that you were correct - they were about the event at RAD that you were planning. You had some ideas about it already and the two of you launched into a discussion about logistics and such things.

When your talk finally came to an end, you nodded firmly. "Okay," you said. "I'll have all this ready in the next couple of days."

"That would be wonderful, but don't overwork yourself, MC," Diavolo said.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," you said. You stood up from your seat and smiled at him. "Good night, Diavolo. I'll see you at RAD tomorrow."

You turned and walked toward the door. You were about to open it when you found that somehow Diavolo was already standing in your way. How did he get there so fast? But you didn't have time to wonder too much about that.

He frowned, but it was more like a pout and you could see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Must you leave so soon?"

You folded your arms and looked at him. "We both have a lot of work to do."

Diavolo couldn't keep the smile off his face. He moved closer to you, settling his hands on your waist. "I know, MC," he said. "But can't we take advantage of these few moments alone? I promise I'll be able to work twice as hard later."

You scoffed at this, but you also felt a smile creeping onto your face. You couldn't exactly refuse those sparkling gold eyes. "I guess I have a few minutes…"

Diavolo pulled you closer, kissing you as your hands rested on his chest. The heat from his soft lips spread throughout your entire body as you felt an electric thrill run through your stomach.

Diavolo began to move forward, causing you to move backward until you ran into his desk. You felt him lift you to sit on his desk and you let out a small sound of surprise, nearly breaking the kiss. Your concern quickly fled as he moved in further, one hand leaning against the desk beside you and one cupping your cheek.

You could feel the flush warming your face and neck as his hand moved from your cheek into your hair. Your own hands gripped the front of his uniform before sliding up to clasp behind his neck.

The hand in your hair slid down your spine slowly before stopping on your lower back. You couldn't help but arch into the touch. This broke the kiss, but Diavolo's lips were now on your neck. You bit your lip as he trailed kisses down your throat.

The door to the office opened with a slight creak.

You froze. Diavolo pulled away, hovering over you, but clearly not willing to completely let you go.

You looked over his shoulder at Lucifer, who stood in the doorway holding a stack of papers in one hand, his other hand still on the doorknob.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting," he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "I'll just leave these here." He put the papers on a nearby table before exiting immediately, shutting the door sharply with a snap.

You looked back at Diavolo, who was staring at you in surprise. Then he laughed, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair as he did so.

"I'm so sorry, MC," Diavolo said, a light blush across his cheeks. "I'm afraid I got carried away and forgot that Lucifer was coming by. Can you forgive me?"

You sighed. The pool of warmth that had settled in your stomach still lingered, fueled by Diavolo's cheerful response to having been caught like this. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

"Anything for you," he said.

You slipped off the desk, fixing your clothes and hair as you did so. Then you straightened his tie, which had gotten skewed. "Next time, invite me over when you aren't working so we can have the whole evening to ourselves."

"I promise," he said, smiling brightly.

Barbatos

It was a rainy day in the Devildom and for some reason you found yourself craving one of Barbatos's signature cakes. When you asked him about it, he offered to come over to the House of Lamentation to make one for you. That was how you found yourself in the kitchen, watching as he expertly mixed various ingredients to create cake, frosting, and filling. You helped where you could, but really it was best to just watch the master at work.

He had removed his gloves and RAD uniform jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his green shirt. It was really quite enjoyable to watch him as he made the batter or piped the frosting. Barbatos was always smiling and content while he was baking. He was in his element and you couldn't help but stare at him as he moved about the kitchen.

When the cake was finally ready, you waited in anticipation as Barbatos cut you a slice. He placed it on a little plate before using a fork to scoop up a bite. You watched curiously, thinking he was going to sample it himself before allowing you to eat some. Instead, he held the fork out to you.

You blushed instantly, but you held his gaze while you leaned forward and ate the cake off the fork. He waited, watching you.

"It's delicious, of course," you said. "You don't… you're not going to feed it all to me, are you?"

Barbatos smiled, placing the plate on the counter. "Did you think I hadn't noticed the way you were staring, MC? It was quite distracting."

"I couldn't help it," you said. "If you could see yourself, you wouldn't blame me."

Barbatos moved closer to you. He leaned in, not quite touching you. "I came here this afternoon to satisfy your craving," he said quietly in your ear. "But your keen attention has caused a different craving in me, I'm afraid. Won't you indulge me?"

You knew he was waiting for some kind of confirmation from you. He was so close, you couldn't quite focus because your heart was pounding too hard. You opened your mouth, as though you were going to say something, but found that no words came out. So instead you closed the remaining space between you, put your hands on his cheeks, and kissed him.

You felt Barbatos's arms wrap around you, pressing you to him. You kept one hand on his face, but let the other one fall to grip his arm, your fingers coming in contact with his rarely exposed skin. You gently nipped his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for you. Your whole body was warm, a giddy feeling bubbled up in your stomach, and the taste of him was so much sweeter than any dessert.

You felt his hands moving slowly but deliberately up and down your back. The sensation of heat was almost overwhelming you.

You tried to stop yourself, but it was no use. "Barbatos," you moaned his name into his lips and you felt his grip on you tighten.

Your knees were weak and just as you thought you might not be able to stay standing, there was a clatter at the other end of the kitchen.

"Ohhh MC! Barbatos! Why didn't you invite me to this make out party?"

You felt yourself blush intensely as you pulled away and saw Asmodeus walk into the room.

Barbatos smiled at you before letting you go and turning around. "Asmodeus," he said, perfectly composed. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo pouted. "Are you really going to try to pretend that you guys weren't just making out?"

"Asmodeus," Barbatos said again. He was smiling, but an aura of black and purple had sprung up around him. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo shuddered. "That cake looks divine, of course I'd love a piece!"

Barbatos began to cut another piece of the cake for Asmo while you picked up your own plate and took another bite. It was as amazing as it always was. Word spread quickly around the House of Lamentation that there was cake to be had. There were no leftovers, especially after Beel showed up. Barbatos was more than happy to make another cake so everyone was satisfied.

Later on, you stood by the front door as Barbatos prepared to return to the castle. He was back in his full uniform, white gloves and all. He paused in the front doorway, taking both of your hands in his.

"Should you wish to enjoy that cake again, I must insist that you come to the Demon Lord's Castle," he said with his usual smile. "Allow me to treat you to a full tea party as well."

You leaned in a little closer and kissed his cheek. "I would love to," you said. "Especially if it's a tea party just for two."

Simeon

You lingered outside the door of the home economics classroom, waiting for Simeon to come out. Many delicious aromas wafted out as the other students filed past you, chatting about the various things they had made during class.

You had just come from seductive speechcraft, where you had received a message from Simeon on your D.D.D. After working out a couple of the typos, you realized he was asking you to meet him here at the home economics classroom so you could have lunch together. He had made something tasty and wanted to share it with you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Simeon emerged from the classroom with a small box in his hands. He smiled when he saw you.

"I'm sorry if you were waiting long, MC," he said.

"It wasn't that long," you said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Simeon said, still smiling. "I was thinking we could eat outside. It's a nice afternoon."

"Sure," you said.

You and Simeon made your way through the halls, down the front steps, and through the grounds to a mostly secluded spot surrounded by trees. You both sat down at the base of one of the trees. Simeon carefully opened the box he'd been carrying to reveal a couple of his famous BLT devil sandwiches.

"I made a lot of these today," he said. "I gave most of them to Beelzebub during class, but I saved these for us to have for lunch."

You pulled two devil crush super spicy mango juices from your bag. "I brought drinks," you said.

"That's perfect," Simeon said. "Thank you, MC."

It didn't take the two of you long to eat your lunch, laughing and talking the whole time. When you were finished, there was still time left before you needed to go back to class.

You sighed and leaned back against the tree. "This is so nice," you said. "I wish I could just stay here with you forever instead of going back to class."

Simeon laughed and leaned toward you, taking one of your hands. "Forever? Are you sure you would want to stay with me that long, MC?"

The bright smile on his face and the way his blue eyes were shining caused you to lean closer and say, "Yes. Forever."

Simeon blushed and raised your hand to his lips, kissing it softly while looking up at you.

Your heart began to race. You turned your hand in his and cupped his cheek.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you simultaneously moved closer together, your lips meeting. Simeon shifted so he was on his knees before you, one hand on your thigh and the other still covering yours which remained on his cheek. You could feel his skin flushing beneath your touch.

You opened your mouth without thinking about it clearly, eager for more of him. He responded instantly, if tentatively. You ran a hand through his hair, letting the soft, smooth strands fall through your fingers.

You pulled away briefly for some air and found yourself looking at the soft brown skin of his throat, peeking above the high collar of his shirt. You kissed it and you couldn't resist continuing down to his exposed collarbone and one of his shoulders.

"M-MC-" Simeon's grip on your thigh tightened as he said your name.

There was a rustling in the tree above you and a loud thud nearby.

Simeon sat back and stood up in one fluid motion, clearly surprised. You looked up to see Belphie rubbing at his eyes. He seemed exasperated.

"Can't a demon take a nap in a tree without being disturbed around here?" he asked, giving you both a sleepy look. "You guys better stop making out and get back to class or you'll get detention for skipping."

Simeon sighed and held out a hand to help you up. You accepted the offered hand, letting him pull you to your feet. You saw that he was blushing only slightly less than you were.

You were ready to get on Belphie's case for sleeping in trees, but he was already on his way back to RAD. You turned to Simeon bashfully. "Thanks for lunch," you said.

Simeon laughed and shook his head. "You're welcome, MC. We should do this again. We'll just have to make sure the tree we choose to sit by doesn't have Belphegor napping in its branches."

You couldn't help but laugh, too. It was embarrassing to get caught, but Simeon still looked like he was happy just to be with you. He held your hand all the way back to RAD.

Solomon

You had been in the library at RAD with Solomon for the last couple of hours, reading through a stack of books. He was researching some minute details of a certain kind of spell involving a magic circle, but it was an old spell and there was limited information about it. So you had to look through many old books to see if you could find even a small mention of it.

You closed the book you were currently looking through as you reached the end and realized that you had no more books in your to-read stack.

The library was quiet at this hour of the day. Across the table from you, Solomon was engrossed in whatever book was in front of him. The look on his face was one of serious concentration.

You didn't want to disturb him, but he seemed to sense that you were watching him. He looked up at you, smiled and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head for a moment.

"Are you done already?" he asked.

"I've gone through all of these," you said.

Solomon nodded. "Come on, there are plenty of other books to look through. I'll help you get more from the shelves."

You got up from the table and followed Solomon. You frowned when he passed by the books you thought he was going to stop at.

You jogged a little to catch up to him. "Um, weren't the books back there?"

"There are more over here," he said. "I think we might be more successful with these."

He stopped in front of the back wall of books and indicated the top half of the shelves. "You can use this step stool to reach them," he said, pulling a little step stool from nearby. "If you want to hand them down to me, we can take back a stack of them."

You stepped up onto the first step and knew immediately that the stool wasn't balanced right. It tipped slightly and you stumbled, throwing out your hands in an attempt to catch yourself.

Fortunately for you, Solomon was there to catch you. However, you then found yourself with your back pressed against the shelf and his arms wrapped around you. You knew he saw the blush that you could feel suddenly spring to your cheeks.

Solomon seemed reluctant to let you go. "Are you all right, MC? I'm sorry I almost caused you to get hurt."

"I'm fine," you said. "It scared me a little, though."

Solomon reached up and brushed back some of your hair, which had fallen forward into your face when you fell. "Let me make it up to you," he said, leaning in closer and pausing, lips inches away from yours.

You took the invitation and kissed him, letting your arms wrap around him, your fingers clinging to the back of his RAD uniform. He responded by pressing into you, keeping a hand behind your back to prevent you from being pushed uncomfortably into the bookshelf. His kiss was hot and heavy, his touch needy.

You felt dizzy, ready to get lost in him and forget about the old books for a while. A twinge of butterflies fluttered through your insides as you felt yourself flushing in response. The heat around you increased, Solomon's body pressed up against yours, one of his hands tracing lightly down your arm.

You gasped as Solomon broke away long enough to move to your neck. You tangled a hand in his hair as he made his way down to your collarbone, biting gently at your skin.

And then someone cleared their throat loudly.

Solomon reluctantly pulled himself away from you, turning to look at whoever had interrupted while straightening his uniform.

Satan stood there, arms folded, looking like he was about to go into demon form on the both of you. "Solomon. MC. What are you doing? This is a library. And I need one of the books you're so blatantly making out on."

You blushed, covering your face with your hands. "Sorry," you mumbled into your palms.

Solomon laughed and took your hands away from your face. "Sorry about that, Satan," he said. "We were just leaving."

Solomon led you back to the table where the books from earlier remained stacked.

"I thought there were more…?" you said.

Solomon shook his head, still smiling. "I think we're done for the day, don't you? We can pick up again another time. Let me walk you home."

You nodded, then stopped when something dawned on you. "Solomon, couldn't you have just used magic to get those books down from the top shelves?"

Solomon laughed again. "I suppose I could have."

You laughed, too. Like he really needed to make up an excuse like that to kiss you. You let him walk you home and made sure he knew as much before you parted ways.

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Jaune Arc fell into ice. That's the last thing he remembered. Now he's in a strange grove with spirits watching him all the time.... He thinks they might be broken.

Team RWBY are faunas researchers who've found the discovery of the century. A human man still alive in ice. It's a contested theory that ancient humans eventually evolved into faunas and with a member of the previously thought extinct species they might just be able to prove it. Now how to get closer to him

(tldr stone age jaune dealing with modern day faunas RWBY being horny on main for him. The spirits must be crazy)

Last Man Standing

The last thing Jaune remembered that cold winter evening was sulking across the ice to get away from his cheating ex-girlfriend. What was supposed to be a romantic night of welcoming in the new year instead became the worst heartbreak of his life, made worse when she called him out as a spineless nobody that no woman would ever want. She also said his hair looked shaggy, which didn't hurt as much as the betrayal itself, but it still stung.

Then everything got fast. Then everything got cold. And then everything got dark.

When he awoke, he took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling a sweet scent of strawberries. His eyes still shut; he leaned forward to get closer to the smell. This earned him a yelp, a slap, and a scream. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a girl in a red hood running around the corner. Did she have dog ears?

"Where..." Jaune groaned as he leaned forward, noticing the hot air blowing over him. Though he was still partially frozen in ice, he managed to push his way through the, at best, hard slush of his cocoon. He looked down to see his clothes were soaked. "Ah, man..."

"I'm telling you, Weiss, I know what I saw!"

"Ruby Rose, the specimen has been frozen for at least a thousand years! Even if he did manage to thaw out, he wouldn't... be..."

The two young women stared at Jaune as he twisted his hoodie like a used dishrag, water spilling onto the floor. He turned and saw them, his eyes nearly as wide as theirs as they stared at one another.

For Jaune, he'd never seen anyone like them before! It was like something out of an anime. Two beautiful girls, one with pointed, dog-like ears, while the other had a long and bushy tail twitched back and forth. For them-

"CODE GRAY!" Screamed the tailed girl. She then rushed out of the room, dragging the other girl behind her. The dog-eared one glanced back with sort of sad eyes. None of it sounded good to Jaune, and considering the wailing sirens and flashing lights, he had to get out of wherever he is and fast!

Tossing on his still damp shirt, he made for the exit, accidentally knocking over a poor girl with rabbit ears. He gave a hasty apology as he continued to bolt down the hallway. Unfortunately, this caught more people's attention, and eventually a woman came barreling after him, hand on her beret to keep from flying off her small, round ears. He couldn't see much of her eyes past her designer shades, but what he could see spelled death.

"Incoming!" Jaune looked ahead, flipping backwards as his neck slammed into an extended arm. He gave a hoarse groan as he looked up to see three women towering over him. One was the same woman as before with round ears poking from her beret, the cute appearance contrasting with her snarling scowl. Another had gave a cheeky grin as she leaned forward a bit, showing off her cleavage to her catch, all the while a long, blonde tail swished about.

But the third and final woman gave no hint of any sort of emotion. Neither anger nor joy, but simple indifference. She reached behind her and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, tethered by a thick cable with glowing blue lights that ceased and revealed an opening with the click of a button. Her pointed, red dog-like ears made her look all the more intimidating.

"You're under arrest."

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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Your Games Suck

header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; jeon wonwoo x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, talk to punishment and reward in a manner of speaking, pet names, hand on the throat, lots of gaming talk, i think that is all

word count; 2.7k and some change

request; yes

a/n; while this was requested i also got some help and inspiration from my resident bratty wonwoo lover and best friend @wonwussy

part two

You sit in the chair with a loud huff when you almost fall backwards finding it leaned back so far. Wonwoo had a very specific way of sitting in his gaming chair and that was slouched and leaning so far back you now felt like if you tried you might be able to play a decent round of limbo. You quickly find the knobs and adjust the chair to your liking, smiling when you feel the lumbar support hitting your back just right, the height of the chair now perfect, something not made for a giant.

Your eyes move to the mouse and keyboard sitting in front of you as you purse your lips and decide to look around on Wonwoo’s pc while you wait for him to come back from his shower. You can hear the water from the adjacent room and you were already bored. With a few shifts of the mouse and clicks you were in his gaming library and scoffing at all the battle royales and first person shooters. “Lame, overplayed, boring…”

Sighing you lean on the arm of the chair that you had also adjusted to your liking as you scroll down still muttering about the shitty library, your legs crossing as you pull them up into the seat of the chair as you become distracted. You don’t notice the sound of the water cutting off, the click of the door as Wonwoo comes from the bathroom or the soft sound of the lock when he puts it in place for his bedroom.

Wonwoo first raises a brow to the sight of his chair. Clearly he would have to work on getting it back to where he liked it. It had taken many adjustments to get it perfectly balanced in that leaned back but not quite slouched so he couldn’t reach the keyboard position. Now here you were almost sitting all the way up and the lumbar support was actually pressing against your back. Shaking his head, Wonwoo runs his towel through his wet hair as he stands behind you watching you scroll through his games and listens to your comments on how shitty they are.

“Cute…” You jump at his soft but low toned voice when he finally speaks, making you push the mouse away from you as you turn your head to see Wonwoo smirking down at you. His chest bare, gym shorts hanging low on his hip bones. “Are all of them that shitty? I didn’t know you had so many opinions about my games.”

Scoffing slightly as you watch him toss his towel off into a laundry basket before returning your eyes to his torso first before his face. Wonwoo laughs as he rubs his lips with his thumb watching your eyes before they meet him and he waves at you. “I asked you a question babe. Didn’t find a single game worth your time?” You start to turn the chair by pressing your hand on the desk but Wonwoo turns your back towards the pc as he leans over your shoulder reaching for the mouse.

“I mean…I just find battle royale games to be overdone. You just seem to have a lot of the same types of games over and over. I’m sure they are fun, to you.” Wonwoo speaks next to your ear as he leans against your back, you can feel he is still slightly damp and very warm. “They are fun, but you still are avoiding my question, so I will rephrase it and make it a command. Pick a game Y/N.”

You furrow your brows at his audacity to call it a command before you glance at him as he leans so close to your face. Wonwoo smirks at you before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips. “At least with the chair sitting up like this I can reach you to kiss you better. Are you comfortable?” You can hear the teasing nature of his voice and you sigh as his lips press against yours very slightly again.

“Wonwoo…” He laughs, cutting off your words before he pulls away from you before reaching up to turn your chin towards the screen again. “Pick a game.” You sigh and reach for the mouse and scroll until you reach one of the many Call of Duty games he owns clicking it to start up the game.

Grinning against your hair, Wonwoo nods and pulls the chair out before slapping at your legs. “Get up.” You furrow your brows and look up at him as the music of the loading screen starts to play as you stand up confused. You watch as Wonwoo takes your spot only to groan in annoyance as he undoes the lumbar support and sinks the chair down and lets it lean back. It wasn’t exactly where he had it before but it would work.

Looking up at you, Wonwoo winks and pats his lap with both hands before rubbing them over his thighs. “Sit down, my little gamer.” You sigh and sit on his lap letting him pull you back against his chest as you reach for the mouse and keyboard as he simply sits under you, leaning to look around you at the screen as you start to go through the lobby options. “Pick the campaign mode, on normal.”

You furrow your brows and follow his instructions as his fingers slide over your thighs before he makes a sound when the game starts to load. “Ah before it gets started. Stand up again.” You sigh and look back at him slightly annoyed, making him laugh. “Do as you are told. You came into my space and messed with my stuff princess. If you don't want something, you know what to say.”

The last comment makes your chest rise and fall quickly as you realize this was going somewhere you hadn’t really expected. You swallow and move to your feet as Wonwoo smirks up at you leaning to press a kiss to your hip as he lifts your shirt slightly while his hands slide around to your front so he can undo your shorts. “There are some rules.” You lick your lips as his hands work to slide down your shorts with your panties letting you step out of them before he pulls you back down on his lap and you can feel that he has started to get hard.

Your eyes try to focus on the game in front of you as some soldier talks to your character while Wonwoo talks to you. One of his hands pushing your hair behind your ear as he watches the screen. The other hand sliding over your inner thigh before he grabs your leg and pulls it over his. “Put your other leg just like this one and keep them spread nice and wide.”

Whining softly you glance back at him and the hand in your hair moves your face back towards the screen. “Watch the game. You can’t be losing so quickly. That’d be embarrassing.” His fingers on your thigh move towards the center of your legs ghosting over your already wet folds making you whisper his name. “What baby? I’m still talking, so listen. You are going to play the game and every time you pass into a new area, I’ll get you closer to your orgasm. I’ll play with your clit, add a finger, stretch you out. I’ll get you ready for my dick.” You moan as he lifts his hips grinding his now fully hard cock hidden just by cotton shorts against you.

“However, every time you fail, that is just another step backwards. Now I’m a patient man so we can be here all night long. Since you have so many opinions about my games let’s see how well you stand up to that tough talk.” You lick your lips and furrow your brows just wanting to get into the game and get this started and over with. You were beyond horny now, you were leaking on to his shorts and you knew Wonwoo was feeling it.

His knuckles brush against your clit and you jerk on his lap making Wonwoo laugh quietly behind you as your character also jerks on screen as you make them follow along with their party. You try to focus on watching out for enemies, you are quick to shoot down a few making Wonwoo hum in appreciation as he leans to kiss the back of your arm as he circles your clit with his thumb. “Why don’t we ever play together?”

You sigh as he adds another level of distraction talking to you while he moves his middle finger towards your entrance circling it slowly. Wonwoo groans at how wet you are, yes he could feel it though his shorts against his leg but feeling it on his bare hand was a different thing. You lick your lips and shoot another enemy before dropping to the ground like the sergeant in the game instructs marking a new area.

Wonwoo’s finger slides into you making you moan his name as you start to answer him. “I didn’t think you’d want…want that. You always play with Cheol or Vernon. I just figured it was a boys thing for you.” Frowning slightly against your arm, Wonwoo nips at your skin and furrows his brows as you continue to play while he curls his finger into you, feeling your walls clenching him.

“You never told me you liked games. I know you liked to hang out and watch but you could have told me you liked to play them too. It makes me happy to know we can do this together.” He laughs as he hits you deep and you get shot in the head falling down the screen going red before your character is revived. Wonwoo’s finger slides out and circles your entrance again.

“Stay focused baby.” You take a breath to steady yourself as he continues to tease you while you try the section of the game again only this time you are ready for the place the enemy was hiding and you shoot him first. Wonwoo slips his finger back into you and you gasp his name when your pussy all but swallows it wanting him to fill you up. “I couldn’t do this all the time, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo laughs and leans his head back as he watches you clear another area as he slowly works a second finger into your tight hole making your legs clench around his thighs as your character slows down to a walk while the sergeant in the game yells for you to keep up. “They want you to run honey. You can’t walk through this part.” You whine and glance back at him giving him a dirty look before he turns your head back around.

“Besides I don’t mean this every single time. Though it is fun. I mean legit playing games together. No funny business. Watch that corner.” You whine clench his fingers hard when you turn the corner and you are surprised when there are four enemies waiting but his warning was quick enough and you are able to save yourself and to heal.

“Wonwoo…fuck. I need you.” He grins his sly cat-like smile as he curls his fingers and then scissors them into you as he watches you shakily move to take down the enemies one by one. “I know you do. You are doing so well. One more section and then you can have my cock.” Wonwoo bites his lip as you grind down on his fingers and back against his cock making him have to stifle a grunt.

“Mmm my needy little whore, you can wait. Don’t make me penalize you for breaking the rules. You know how games work. You are obviously good at them. So win for me.” You gasp for a breath and nod as you lean forward slightly only to have Wonwoo force you back as he buries his fingers deep into your pussy making you moan his name.

“I’m trying Wonwoo. You are very distracting and I’m so…I’m horny.” Wonwoo laughs softly but he nods, licking his lips as he tries not to grind against your ass. “The feeling is mutual. The roof, watch the fucking roof.” You groan and look at the roof in the game when you are able to just barely dodge a headshot that would have taken you back an entire level. Wonwoo groans relieved and rewards you with a kiss to the back and his thumb pressing against your clit as you clench the mouse in your hand.

“Last alleyway.” You nod as you feel the coil winding tighter and tighter inside of you as Wonwoo’s finger rakes at the spot inside of you. He was driving you crazy but you were so close and he was going to make you go through with this. The moment you make the final kill and the captain starts to talk to you in the game, sending it into a cutscene, Wonwoo's fingers are thrusting in and out of you at such a brutal pace you couldn’t stop your orgasm even if you wanted to try.

You cry out his name when you cum hard around his fingers before Wonwoo slides his hand out and over your sensitive folds before he helps you stand and does the same. You watch him push his shorts down, his hard cock at full attention for you as your mouth waters for him. Wonwoo sinks back into his gaming chair and pulls you back on to his lap as he holds his length and lines himself up with you letting you slide down over him with a matching moan.

His hands slide to your shirt quickly discarding it and your bra so that his fingers can find purchase of your breasts. His fingertips pinching and gently twisting at your nipples as his hips pistol up to meet the downward rolls of your hips. The game behind you is still going and long forgotten as Wonwoo groans your name as he watches your face for a long moment before reaching up to pull you down to meet his lips.

Wonwoo grunts into the kiss as his thrusts begin to get messy when his hand moves to find its way between your legs and to your clit once again as he sends you back over that edge once again. The way he knows your body when you begin to clench around him and the almost exact timing of when you touch you makes your head spin as you whine against his lips. Wonwoo gasps for a breath on your lips as your thighs tremble around him as you cum around his cock when he starts to lose himself muttering as much against your lips.

Your hands move into his hair and along his neck as you start moving your hips harder over him meeting his messy thrusts telling him how much you want him and how much you want his cum. Wonwoo’s brows furrow at how much your words and actions turn him on and send him over the edge as he spills into you only slowly down when you have every last drop of him.

“Baby…” You smile at his words on your lips as his hand slides along your neck before wrapping around it loosely to pull you back from his as he leans back to look at you. The look in his eyes is still dark and lustful even as he lets go of your neck and simply runs his fingers along your jaw up to your cheek as you simply sit on him for a moment.

Wonwoo shakes his head and leans it back before blowing out a breath. “I need another shower and now you need one.” You laugh and lean in to press your forehead to his with a whine before slowly moving off his lap before moving to grab his discarded towel to start cleaning yourself up some before doing the same to him as he laughs and jerks to some slight overstimulation. “Careful.”

Grinning, Wonwoo reaches out for you when you come back towards him, taking your hand into his. You smile some as he presses a kiss to your palm before groaning as he sits up and glances to the screen. “Let’s take a shower and then actually play a game together.” You can’t help but laugh and roll your eyes as he looks at you excited. His smile is so genuine you can’t help but nod before pulling him out of the low sitting chair. “Fine, but I get to pick the game. Your library kinda sucks if I haven’t told you.”

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bluhourz · 1 year

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when he's worried

If anyone saw Yeonjun right now, they would immediately see this is a stressed-out guy. By now, his hair is standing up in various directions from constantly running his hands through. His eyes were darting from side to side, and he was mumbling under his breath. He has been pacing around the living room to the front door for the last 20 minutes.

Ultimately, it was because of you. When he woke up from his nap, he realised that you weren't in the house. Your phone was also left on the kitchen counter. Which meant he had no way to reach you. This wouldn't seem like a huge problem to most people. Maybe you just went out? However, you only recently moved to South Korea and didn't quite know your way around yet. Your Korean wasn't bad, but you still struggled to understand some things. This made Yeonjun go into an instant panic. What if you got lost and didn't know how to find your way back? What if someone saw you were struggling and then decided to take advantage of you? He was busy losing his mind.

You, on the other hand, were oblivious and quite happy. You had a giddy smile on your face as you looked at your shopping bag and drank your convenience store drink, basically skipping home. You decided to walk down to the convenience store close to your apartment to buy snacks. You being you forgot your phone at home. But you managed to easily talk to the cashier, understood everything, and paid him before leaving. You felt extremely proud of yourself for being able to have that interaction and knowing the way home again, all without any help. Thus, you did not expect the reaction from your boyfriend as soon as you walked through the door.

"Junnie! Guess wh-"

Before you even realised it he was in front of you and his body slammed into yours. You staggered backwards but his arms wrapped around you, keeping you upright. You felt his head drop into the crook of your neck and he pulled you even closer, if that was possible.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you said with a soft voice.

Sensing he needed it, you dropped the plastic bag next to you and wrapped your arms around his waist. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before you felt him release a shaky breath.

"You worried me so much, you know? Don't do that ever again," his voice was stern but you could hear a slight tremble.

You kept your arms around him and leaned back to take a look at his face. His hands found their way up to your neck and face as he held you carefully. His eyes quickly scanned over you as if to check if you were really okay.

"I won't. But can you tell me what it is that I can't do?" you said keeping your eyes on his and studied the frown on his face.

"Where did you go? You left your phone here. And when I woke up you were just gone. I was worried about you."

As you realised how he must have felt you started feeling bad. Trying to hide your guilty face you hugged him again and put your head on his chest. His arms automatically wrapped around your shoulders.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you. You don't have many opportunities for naps so I didn't want to bother you."

"Where did you go?" he asked again, this time with less anxiety in his voice.

"I went to the convenience store," you dared to look up at his face, "I was hungry."

At first Yeonjun looked at you in confusion. He was worried while you were out buying food? Realising he overreacted, he relaxed and let out a low laugh, "And you managed to find it without your phone?"

"And I talked to the cashier in Korean without making mistakes. Aren't you proud of me?" you had a cheeky smile on your face.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," he said, patting your head with a small smile on his face.

"Now, do you want to see what I got for us?"

Yeonjun nodded as he let you go. You picked up the bag and excitedly walked to the kitchen rambling away about why you chose each item. He could only laugh and shake his head at your antics. He loved you so much, but damn you made him stress out sometimes.

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Hello!!! Can i request the inverse of the loopy request? Instead of the reader being loopy it's the boys (and them having feelings for the reading)!! thank you!!!

I hear y'all loud and clear! Coming right up!

I completely miffed on the fact that you wanted it to be romantically inclined but I tried to keep it as platonic as piningly possible. Which means, there’s implications. but in some more than others. Enjoy. <3

Masterlist

Immediate Link, boys under the cut!

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Link wasn’t entirely sure what to think about when they were traveling some place new. He was sure that at this point he had seen nearly everything his world had to offer. Sure the others had some interesting stuff that his didn’t but that didn’t change the fact that Hyrule was still going to Hyrule no matter which way you looked at it.

This plant was new though.

Not even the hero of this era new what it was.

It was a strange flower, bright purple with yellow spots on the petals and blue leaves with stripes. No one new where it came from and no one else had seen anything like it.

Something told Link to investigate. It could have come from that shadow being that’s been running from them and chasing them all the same. But it could also be dangerous regardless of origin. He has to be careful.

He pokes it.

It explodes with golden powder that shoots right into his face.

Link stumbles back, coughing up a storm and tearing up from the exposure. He tries to swat it away as he recoils from the strange flower. That’s weird. He feels incredibly light headed all of a sudden. His fingers go a bit numb and it’s hard to stand straight.

He can hear his name being called from the distance. He needs to warn the others to not touch the plants.

“Are you ok?” It’s you.

Four

“Don’t.” Four scrambles backwards. “Don’t come closer. Bad plant. That’s a really really bad plant. Stay away.”

“Four?” You ask carefully. You stop as he asks, but mostly because he doesn’t seem to stable. He’s wobbling and unsteady on his feet. It seems he can no longer tell his left from his right.

Only when his eyes close and he tilts dangerously to one side that you run and catch him.

“Link?” You shake him slightly.

His head lulls back before he snaps it back to look at you. The action is so violent that you flinch and shift out of the way so that he doesn’t smack your face with his. His eyes go really wide and his jaw drops. “Woooaaahh...”

“What?” You’re hesitant to ask. It’s certainly clear now that the plant did something to Four to knock him off of his rocker.

Four continues to stare at your face. He falls to his knees and you’re forced to fall with him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. “You’re so perfect.”

Your react as if you were smacked. “Wha- what?”

“So pretty...” Four reaches out and brushes a bit of your hair away from your face.

It’s a bit off putting given that he’s probably seeing something beyond reality at the moment.

You sigh and try to get him back to his feet. “Let’s go.”

“Like one of the gods.” Four whispers to himself.

“Now I know you’ve gone delusional. No more bad plant for you.” You’ll have to apologize for it later if he remembers, but you manhandle him onto your back and begin to carry him piggy back style to where the others are. Hopefully someone there will be able to make an antidote or something. If not, then at least he won’t be unsupervised.

Four unexpectantly hugs you from behind hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He sighs happily. “You smell nice.”

You can feel the hints of his smile against your skin and try to keep yourself from blushing. “Thank you. I borrow some soap from Wild. He says he buys it at the Gerudo Market.”

“...Zelda would like some...” Four mutters as his hands come up to pay with your hair some more. “Get some.... soap...”

“Oh buddy that thingy messed you up big time.” You pat his hand and try to makes sure Four doesn’t lean backwards and throw himself of off you. “We’ll get you some help in the meantime ok?”

Four hums and taps a beat onto your head that you can’t decipher. It’s off beat with the melody coming from his mouth so maybe they’re not related at all.

You look up and try to see if Four is up to something but he seems too busy lost in his own head to even realize that he’s moving. Or rather, that you’re moving and he’s on your back. Something you’ve seen him yell at Twilight for, for reason you’re not entirely sure of but the fact that he’s letting you do the same no problem is not a gift horse you’re willing to look in the mouth.

The group starts to come into view and you can feel relief enter your bones. “Good. Thank god. Maybe we can get you all fixed up then buddy.”

“What if we were married?” He blurts.

You trip and land harshly on your knee. “Oh, I think I liked it better when you were quiet.”

“It could be in summer and it would be very nice and pretty.”

“Four please.”

“You can meet my dad and my grandpa.”

“I would love to meet them but please drop this.”

“...The group should be there too.”

You sigh and hang your head in defeat. If he keeps at it then it’s going to be a long day.

Wind

You ran up to Wind and began looking him over for injuries. “Wind? Pirate? Are you ok? What happened?”

Wind shakes his head, a horrible decision in hindsight and holds his head, groaning as the pain sets in. “Ouch.... That’s a bad plant.”

You pause and look at the plant he’s next to. It’s covered in the golden pollen and the ground around you two is dusted.

You gasps and step away from it, dragging Wind with you.

Wind begins to sway in place, even though you try your hardest to keep him standing straight. He says your name. Once... Twice...

“I want...” He whines. “I want them...”

You bite your lip, a sound of uncertainty leaving your mind. “I’m here. I’m here, Wind. It’s ok. Let’s go get you to the others. They can help, ok?”

Wind slumps forward for a moment. “Where’s Aryll?” He says in a daze. “...’n’ Grandma...”

“They’re back home, Link.” You say his name in hopes of getting through to him. “They’re safe and they’ll be ok.”

Wind nods for a moment before he falls into your arms. “Hug.”

You groan at the added weight. “Wind, please...You’ve gotten too big to do this. I’m not Twilight or Warrior....Or Time for that matter!”

“I want...” Wind says your name again and you try to not let tears well up in your eyes. Can’t he see that you’re right in front of him? Why does he keep asking for you?

You whine again and try to push him off and onto his own feet. “Then we’ll go get them, ok?”

You ignore the sting in your heart when you dismiss your identity. Wind isn’t in his right mind right now and if he think you’re going to comfort him then you’ll do it.

“This way.” You wrap his arm around your shoulders and begin to walk.

Wind can hardly hold his head up but he walks with you as you try to get back to camp. Maybe Hyrule can help him. Or Four. Sky is good with herbal remedies as well. If anything, Twilight and Warrior can keep a look out for him and someone would be able to help him.

“I had hiccups once.” Wind nods solemnly.

You give him a strange look. “Yeah? Then what happened? Did the world explode?”

“I had to be quiet.” Wind says. “And the hiccups were really loud. Even though the barrel could hide my face and body.. except my toes... I couldn’t stop my hiccups. Monsters would find me and then I had to run.”

“A...barrel?” You raises an eyebrow, passing Wild. You give the other a pleading look. “Get help? He’s being affected by a weird plant.”

Wild’s eyes widen and he takes off like a shot to talk to the others and get Wind the help he needs. You sigh in relief, letting the tension in your muscles fall for a little bit. Now you don’t have to do this alone.

Wind keeps talking, not even seeing the scarred boy. “A barrel! To hide in! It was bigger than me! and I had to walk around the monster hide out and sneak round! Be sneaky! When they turned, I sat down! No one saw me!”

“Wind I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You admit regretfully.

“I was suuuuuuper sneaky!” Wind yells and throws himself backwards, nearly taking you out with him. “But I had hiccups.”

“I’m sorry you had hiccups.” You say with gritted teeth as you force him back up.

“Oh my goodness....” Warrior sighs as he turns the corner. “I got him, hold on.”

He walks towards you and hauls Wind onto his back without breaking a sweat. “Let’s go.”

“CapTAIn!!” Wind hollers right next to his ear. “I don’t feel good.”

“I believe it, Pirate.” He shakes his head.

You follow quickly. Maybe when he’s put down again he’ll figure out that you would be right next to him until he gets better.

Hyrule

Hyrule takes a moment to study you as you approach him. Only for you to suddenly stop. You can see Hyrule make a face in confusion before he points to something behind your head.

“You.”

Your eyes widen and you look behind you. A shadow being flies over your shoulder as it always has and it flies past you to hover around Hyrule for a cycle. Hyrule doesn’t seem to notice.

You take a step forward. “Hyrule?... Traveler?”

You wave you hand in front of his face and he grins, waving back. “Hello!”

You gulp. “Oh Rulie- what happened to you?”

He sways in place. “...Rulie? That’s not my name, silly! My name is Link!”

The boy takes a step forward and before you can even think to hold him steady he falls flat on his face. The sound is mildly unsettling. you’re not sure if he broke his nose or if he just popped a joint in his neck or arms.

He pushes himself up without a care and sends you a smile. “It tastes!”

You wait for him to elaborate. He doesn’t and face plants into the dirt again.

You and the shadow share a look and look at Hyrule. He’s clearly more than content to face his face firmly on the ground and makes no other moves to remove himself from that position.

That’s when you realize something. “Hey! DON’T EAT THE DIRT!”

You dive down and forcibly roll Hyrule over, dragging by the back of his collar if need be to get him to have his face up. “Link, you’re killing me here. What is wrong with you?”

Link licks some of the dirt that collected around his lips and makes a sound of satisfaction.

You see the shadow shake it’s head and dip into the earth, only to drag Hyrule forward by his own shadow. It’s not the most dignifying experience seeing as you’ve had the shadow do the same to you when you’re being especially stubborn- but something tells you that Hyrule won’t mind it too much.

Hyrule gasps when he starts to move and looks up at the trees around you. “Giant apples!”

You look up to try and see what he’s seeing but there’s no apple trees in sight. Just pine trees actually. Only pine trees. You face palm. “The one guy who would probably be able to help this ... is you. So I guess we’re waiting this out.”

“...The pastry mushroom man...”

You bite back a whine and run your hands through your hair in frustration. “I’m going to need someone else to do this. Before I lose my mind.”

The shadow raises from the ground somewhat to pointed look at you- even though there’s no face on the creature. You stare back at it and sag your shoulders. “I know I have you! But the others can’t know you’re here so you have to go away again soon!...”

It doesn’t let up it’s stare, expecting a different reaction from you. You pout and try to sound as sincere as possible. “Thank you for taking him. I probably could have done it myself and now I don’t have to.”

The shadow ducks back down and contiue to carry Hyrule through the forest and back to the camp.

You shake your head, trying to block out Hyrule’s incoherent babbling. He’s taken to singing- purposefully doing so off key. At least you’d hope he is.

You hope the shadow can carry Hyrule fully into the camp. If you have to stop and pick the poor sap up and then have him in your ear...

Well you don’t think the others would take kindly to you duck taping his mouth shut. So you’re praying for small mercies.

Time

Time falls to his knees. “Stay back. You could be next.”

“Ok... That’s more ominous than I think you intended that to sound like.” You say in a nervous, if joking manner. “Are you ok Old Man?”

Time groans and places his hand on his head. “I didn’t think it would be this reactive. I’m not sure... I feel... Funny.”

You seen him fall over still barely able to keep himself from falling to his side. Concerned you rush to his side landing on your knee next to him.

He groans. “This is not going to be good.”

You bite your lip and try to rub the top if Time’s shoulders to help him feel better. It’s not the best place to do it but you doubt he would feel it through his armor regardless.

He lurches forward and forces his hand to his mouth.

“Time?” You move with him, concern written on al of your features.

“Be patient, My Flower.” He gulps it down with clear strain to his efforts. “I will be fine.”

You pause and feel your cheek blush lightly. “Flower?”

Time nods and tries to stand. He fails, falling down once more. ”Yes. A flower. Like the potency of a bloom which renders even the strongest men senseless, someone as gentle and alluring such as yourself can leave a lasting impression on ones mental prowess.”

“Time, what are you talking about?” You frown and move in front of him and cup his jaw with your hands. “You’re warm... And this fast...”

It’s concerning to say the least.

Time leans into your touch. “I would have never guessed...”

You furrow your eyebrows and lean forward. “What? Time, talk to me? How am I supposed to help you?”

Time groans in his throat and lulls his head to the side, putting most of its weight into your hand. “...Soft.”

“Ooohh dear...” You curse internally and go to stand up. “I’m going to go get Twilight and Hyrule, ok? We can get you back to camp and look you over and help you get better-”

Time catches your hand before you can leave. You look down at him in shock and freeze in place.

Time gives you the softest look and pulls you back toward him. You stumble, falling to your knees before you can crash against him completely. Your free hand lands on his shoulder and your right front of his nose. He takes a breath. “Stay?”

You breathe with him and put your hand on your heart. “Time... I can’t carry you. I need help... You can barely stand, let alone walk. I can’t do this alone.”

Time shakes his head and holds you closer, pulling you into his lap. “Please?”

Your voice stalls in your throat and all breath leaves you. For a moment his earlier words make sense. But you don’t think you would have compared Time to a flower. An awe inspiring wall would be better, but you’re in your right mind to not say it out loud.

You gulp and nod and Time smiles. His arms wrap around you and his buries his face in the crook of your neck. He takes a breath and snuggles you.

You hope that someone can help you not only get out of this but also Time some help. You’re mostly hoping that it’s Sky or Twilight to find you.

Neither of them would hold it over your heads.

Wild

Wild starts coughing up a storm and he frantically waves in the vague direction of the plant. “Don’t touch. It’s bad. Really bad.”

You rush him and put your hands on his shoulders. Wild grins your way and begin to giggle like a mad man. You wince. “Ooh-kay. I believe you now. Weird looking plant is bad. I won’t touch it. Please snap out of it now.”

Wild sways a little bit more, continuously giggling. “Hello beautiful. How are you today?”

You sag your shoulders. “I would be doing better if you would act like yourself.”

Wild shrugs. “I feel.... funny.”

He flops forward and you have to catch him before he plants his face into the dirt by his feet. He makes a move similar to a dry heave and thankfully only burps- but the action has you gagging as a result.

“Oh my goodness.” You gag again. “Ok, let’s get you to someone who actually knows what they’re doing and can deal with all of this.”

Wild whines and clutches his head. “Oh. Ow. Ow. Head hurts.”

You whine with him and try to get him to follow you. “Come on buddy. Let’s go get you some help, ok? And then you’ll feel all better again, I promise.”

Wild tries to follow you even if his steady are unsteady and unbalanced. You end up having to pull him in the right direction more often than not before you clench your teeth and throw him onto your back. The added weight is a bit much in the beginning and you nearly fall over, twice, before you find your own footing but all in all, you think you might able to make it back to others much faster this way.

“You smell nice.”

“Thank you, Wild.”

“Your hair is soft.”

“Thank you, Wild.”

“Can I hug you?”

You look behind you to stare at him with an incredulous look and sigh. “What do you call this then?”

“Saving me from Twilight.” He grumbles by your ear.

You snort before you start laughing out loud. “What? What does that even mean? How does this save you from Twilight?”

“He wouldn’t be so nice about it.” Wild pouts and you can hear it in the way he speaks. “He could do the same but he would lecture me the entire time without knowing what happened. That’s why I like you more. You’re fun and you go on adventures with me. We can talk and explore and share stories and you’re my best friend.”

You can feel your heart flutter a bit at his honest words. “I thought Zelda was your best friend.”

“I can have more than one best friend.” He mutters. “I like you and think you’re cool. You’re so cool.”

“Cooler than Time?”

“Everyone’s cooler than Time.”

You laugh again. “That’s not inherently true and you know it!”

“But you are and that’s what’s important.” Wild suddenly grins bright enough to rival the sun. “And you’re important. Important to me. And to us. And to our people. And to the world!”

“That might be stretching it a bit, buddy.” You smile softly. “But thank you. You’re important to me too.”

Wild heaves against your back and you have to stop in your tracks to not follow suit. “I really wish you don’t throw up on me though.”

“I’ll try not to.” Wild grunts.

You sigh. Time to get him to the group and get some antidote going. Before you have to throw out your favorite shirt.

Twilight

He looks up and beams. Oh, you’re so lovely. You care about him.

Twilight nods and grins as wide as he can. He stumbles a bit but manages to stay on his own two feet. He leans backwards at a precarious angle though and it worries you that he’s not himself.

“Are you hurt?” You ask again.

Twilight giggles and shakes his head. “Nope! A bit dizzy but I’m ok, Darlin’. no need to worry about lil’ ol’ me.”

He leans back forward in what you hope was to change his balance and rectify it but instead he just get closer to you than he would have on any other day. His hands come up to your cheeks and his fingertips just... ever so slightly brush against your skin.

“Why so glum, Pumpkin?” He whispers.

Your breath hitches and he leans closer. “I’m ok, honest.”

You can’t help but to laugh nervously. “No. No, you’re not. Let’s go get you some water and maybe a nap and see how you’re feeling after that, ok?”

Twilight hums. His head does feel funny still. But he makes no move to follow you.

You grab his hand and begin to pull him along. He sighs in what you can only describe as dreamy and eventually follows along with you. Twilight bumps your hip with his and gently moves so that his head is resting against yours, nuzzling as slowly as he can manage without making his strange head situation worse.

“Twilight.” You whisper, needing to compensate for the added weight. “You’re not making this any easier you know!”

“Sorry.” He says, not changing anything about the way he’s leaning against you. Twilight takes a breath in and you can feel him smile. “You smell nice.”

You try to not groan, even as a blush comes over your face. “Thank you.”

“And I like talking to you.” He keeps talking. “Did you know that?”

“Do you now?” You snort. “I like talking to you too.”

“I also like hugging you.” He nods, as if the statement was fact itself. “Very nice. Warm and soft. You’re soft. I like it. I like you.”

You swallow the spit in your mouth and try to keep a straight face. You didn’t think he was going to take this sort of direction at all when he first started talking.

You cough once, willing away the blossoming blush on your cheeks. “I like you too but I’m worried that plant might have done more damage than what meets the eye.”

Twilight moves his hands from yours, wrapping both of his arms around you instead. You’re able to keep walking forward thankfully but it certainly makes it a bit harder to keep moving.

“Don’t leave me, ok?” He says in a small, quiet voice. “I’d miss you terribly, Darlin’.”

“I can’t make that promise.” You whisper back. “But I don’t plan on leaving any time soon, ok?”

He hums and pulls you closer to him, stopping you both at last from making any progress back to the group. You can feel his muscles from beneath his tunic and his toned arms as they encase you, effectively trapping you where you stand.

You whine, worried more so now for your pride on the off chance that someone else finds you in this position. You can’t do much to move otherwise. You bring your hands up and wrap them around one of his arms. You can feel him smile by the shell of your ear.

“I’m very happy I met you.” He says and it tickles you. “I want to talk to you more.”

“You’re always free to talk to me, Link.” You take a chance and say his name. “You know that.”

He hums and leaves a butterflies touch on your temple. You think he kissed you. But it was so light that it could have been anything else. Maybe you’re just too much of a lost cause and read things deeper than they really are.

“You are very nice... and strong... and pretty.” Twilight says slowly swaying back and forth.

“Ho-kay!” You reach for him again and grab him by the collar. “We need the others. Pronto.”

Twilight growls in a very canine like fashion that it freezes you in your spot. “....I don’t want to.”

You look to him and the way you were going. “But we can go get..... food?”

Twilight pauses. He thinks about it. He’s still swaying. “...Food is good.”

“Food is good.” You agree and turn back to pulling him along. “But the food is that way.”

Twilight huffs and drops his head to your shoulder. “..’m tired.”

“Don’t sleep yet.” You pray to whoever will listen to you that you make it back safe and relatively still sane.

“ ‘m kay.”

Note to self. Stay away from the flower.

Warrior

Warrior can feel his easy smile sprout on his face. “Just fine, Sweetheart.”

You stop and look around him, noticing the pollen on his scarf and boots. You wince. “Oh that can’t be good.”

Warrior coughs a bit and sways on his feet. He looks at you dreamily and smiles a bit wider. “Are you ok?”

You hiss. “Just fine. Peachy keen, even.”

You rush to put your hands on Warrior’s shoulders to steady him. You hesitate when you come into close contact with the pollen because you don’t know what the full extant of the effects are but you don’t like how drunk Warrior seems to be right now.

“Good. Good.” Warrior nods, nearly throwing himself off of his feet again. He takes a deep breath and lets it go. “You’re really pretty.”

“Oh my go- thank you, Captain.” You bite your lip and throw caution to the wind. You sling his arm around your shoulders and begin to walk him back to the others.

Warrior leans into you and he’s heavier than you thought he would be. “But really pretty. And so smart. Smarter than me.”

“That’s easy.” You grin and shake your head, trying to keep the man on his feet. “I don’t exactly have a lot of competition in terms of common sense.”

Warrior giggles and it concerns you. He’s never this care free or jovial. What on earth did that plant do to him? And what would it take to get him this silly without intervention?

“You’re also reeeaaally strong.” Warrior sighs. “And one hell of a fighter.”

You laugh. “You bet I am! you have to help me out here though. I can’t carry all of you.”

“Sorry.” Warrior pushes himself only slightly. It helps a bit but you can see that he’s struggling to keep more of his balance the more time passes. Worst case scenario, you’ll have to leave him behind and go get one of the others. They’re not that far, right?

“Can I hug you?” Warrior says quietly. “I want to hug you.”

“You can get a hug after we meet up with the others ok?” You try to reason with him. You’re ignoring the idea that you’re technically already hugging but something tells you that it’s not what he means and frankly, you think you’re ok with that.

“I want.... to play with your hair.” Warrior says in the same quiet tone. It sounds like you’re losing him. He cannot fall asleep on you and it going to be the end of everything as it is. Where is camp again?

“You can.” You sigh. “Just ask. And don’t pull. Or hair playing privileges will be revoked, do you understand me?”

Warrior grins and you can feel it brush the shell of your ear. Hold on, when did he get that close? “Oh yay! It always looks so soft. I wanted to play with it by the fire, remember?”

You do not remember. But you don’t think pointed that out would help anything.

Warrior keeps talking. “You were so tired and hurt and I was hurting but you fell asleep on top of me and you were warm and soft. And your hair was soft but I didn’t want to be weird. Especially since you were asleep. You looked very pretty by firelight and I couldn’t sleep, only think. And I think...”

He nods off for a moment before you shake him back awake. “Easy. Easy. We’re almost there. What else? Tell me.”

Warrior jolts awake for a moment and shakes his head. He goes back to his somehow coherent rambles. “I wanted to kiss your forehead because it felt nice and you were nice and you save people and no one thanked you yet but you were sleeping and bleeding. It was very quiet and nice and I want to hold you again.”

“Maybe one day.” You look away, feeling yourself blush. You thank the heavens that you can hear Wind in the distance. You’re close.

Warrior kisses your cheek. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

“You’re wElcOme.” You cough and look away, holding him a little tighter as you cross into the perimeter of the camp.

Warrior promptly falls over the minute you spot the group.

Legend

Legend can feel himself start giggling uncontrollably. “Hi! Hello! Hi!”

You wince and point a finger his way. “Ohhhh... Nope. Don’t like that. Who are you and what have you done with Legend?”

Legend shrugs and tilts his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” More giggling. “I’m right here!”

You step closer cautiously. You poke his shoulder and he sways with the momentum. You go to poke his cheek but he snaps his head to try and bite your finger.

You yell, snatching your hand back as quick as you can and Legend only seems to grow more amused by the second. “Almost got you!~”

You nervously smile back. “So.... what made you like this?”

Legend points to the exploded flower. “It blew up in my face. If you get to close it makes you feel funny.”

You nod back and slowly step away from the offending plant. “Got it. No going near the purple flower. Understood.”

Legend laughs a bit more. “You’re funny.”

You frown. “And you need to be checked.”

Legend blows a raspberry and waves you off, going to take a step forward. “I don’t need to be looked at. I’m perfectly fin-”

He can’t carry his weight and falls face first into the dirt.

You snort and go to cover your smile before you move to help him back up. “Ok. I’ll help, idiot. Let’s go get to Rulie and see if he can magic this away. If not, then maybe Wild can make something crazy and we’ll flood this plant stuff out of you. How’s that sound?”

“Fun!”

“I bet it will be!” You lie.

“Can I kiss you?” Legend points, or rather pokes, his own cheek. “Please? I’ve been want to for a while.”

“Uhhhhh...” You keep walking. “Maybe later. What else have you been wanting to do for a while?”

“I want... to braid your hair. With flowers. Make it real pretty.”

“I don’t think that would work while we’re traveling.” You admit, letting the blush seep onto your features. “But I’d like that.”

“And I waaannnttt....to make you smile.. and laugh.... and happy... for a looong time.” Legend admits, letting his head sag and hit your shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

You cough, the will power to fight your blush completely gone. “Really? That’s really sweet of you Legend.”

Legend nods along, not reacting as if you’ve just spoken. “I want to also make sure you’re safe... and it’s hard to do that when you go and get lost and then we don’t where you are and then I get worried.”

You gulp, trying to keep your spirits light and unaffected. It’s not working. “Oh.. I’m sorry. I’ll try and be better.”

“The Captain makes fun of me for it.” Legend continues. “But it’s ok. Twilight gets to smack him on the head and it’s funny.”

You snort. “Tell me next time he makes fun of you and I’ll smack him too.”

“Good. He deserves it... In a good way.”

“I bet he does.”

Sky

“Oh.” Sky bursts into giggles and sway unsteadily on his feet. “Hello.”

“Uh-oh.” You run forward and put your hands on his shoulders, trying to keep him steady. “Sky. Buddy. Are you ok? What happened?”

Sky shrugs nonchalantly.

You deflate momentarily and whine in the back of your throat. “Not helpful.”

“Has anyone said you look pretty today?” Sky blurts, looking through you.

You blow a raspberry and shake your head. You have to get him help. He’s probably going to be saying a lot of crazy things in the meantime. “No. Link.”

“Well you look very pretty today.”

“Thank you Link.” You sigh, trying to keep your smile small. You don’t need to encourage this. But it’s Sky. Whatever would be mean by it.

“You looked pretty yesterday too.”

“Did I?”

“Mhm.” Sky nods, nearly sending himself face first into the dirt. You doubt he even notices that you’re helping him walk for the most part. “And the day before and the day before that and the day before that and the-”

“I think the point Chosen One.” You snort. “You’re very pretty too.”

Sky gasps and shoots up, tripping you both up and falling to the ground. He seems unbothered once more. “Do you mean it?”

“Oh my goodness.” You sigh and brush yourself off. You give Sky an unimpressed look and force yourself to stand up again. “Come on, Buddy. You need to help me out here. I can’t carry you like Twilight can.”

“You didn’t say it.” Sky pouts.

“Say what?”

“I asked you a question!”

“By the three-” You cut yourself off and reach out to try and help Sky up anyway. “You’re very pretty. Everyday. All the time. I promise I mean that. Now get up. Please.”

Sky moves to get up. He’s still swaying as if he was on a boat and hadn’t gotten his land legs yet and yet his carefree, blinding smile let’s you know he doesn’t notice it. “You mean it! Oh that makes me happy! Everyone says that The Captain is the prettiest but I always thought that you were better looking than him since the very beginning.”

That gets you to laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“And if you think I’m pretty too, then there has to be some truth to it.” Sky nods as if he’s solved the world biggest puzzle. “Then what about back home? Do they think you’re pretty too?”

“Uhhh..” You look up to think about it. “I doubt it. Maybe someone but it’s not like I’m going around and asking what they think about me, you know? That’s a terrifying thought.”

“Whhhaaattt??” Sky drags the word out and lumps his head onto your shoulder. “That can’t be true. You’re beautiful. Inside and out. I should know. I’m a good judge of character. You’re the best of us.”

You snort. “Yesterday I set the Vet’s toast on fire because he was making fun of Wild’s climbing outfit.”

“And he deserved it.” Sky says seriously.

You choke on your spit and try to breathe through your nose. “I can’t talk to you like this. There’s no way you would have told me this yesterday.”

“It was very funny.”

“Sky no.” You grin, only scandalized in voice. “You’re the good child. You can’t do this to Old Man Father Time.”

“He is very old.” Sky nods again.

“Sky please.”

“He might be a father soon too.”

“Sky!”

“..”

“I’m sleepy.”

“Don’t you dare...Sky, I mean it. I can’t haul you back to camp by myself. Don’t do it.”

“...”

“Don’t.”

“..”

“..DON’T YOU......dare...”

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