#i even have a prompt list or 2 reblogged if u don't know what to request ;)

[favoniuscodex]

prompt: "i'm cold, come back to bed" w/ kaeya. part of my 2 year blog anniversary event! pairing: kaeya x gn!reader warnings: saucy comments/jokes. u guys k*ss (ew cooties) a/n: replies & reblog comments always appreciated :) they make me feel like my writing is actually getting noticed hehe

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"kae," you grumble, elongating the single syllable nickname into a long, tired whine. "i'm cold. come back to bed."

winters in mondstadt were often mild, but record low temperatures left the poorly-insulated dorms of the knights of favonius filled with an incessant frosty chill. to your beloved, this drop in temperature had little effect on him. you, on the other hand, lacked a cryo vision, which meant you were constantly poking at the logs of the fireplace in an attempt to garner more heat and shivering under blankets.

most of your shivers were theatrics in attempt to lure your boyfriend away from work. despite his penchant for lazing around bars, once kaeya set his mind to finishing paperwork for the knights of favonius, there was little to stop him -- including you whining about the weather. sure, the temperature inside kaeya's captains quarters was warm due to the presence of a personal hearth, but you would use any feeble excuse to lure kaeya away from his work and back into bed, especially with it being this late at night. his desk, situated against the wall opposite of his bed, feels so far, and you watch as he sits with perfect posture and his back faced to you as he works.

"hmm," kaeya says distractedly, flipping to the next sheet in front of him, pen still in hand. "while the offer does sound quite inviting, i don't think someone of my stature will warm you up, sweetheart."

stupid cryo vision. stupid logic. stupid kaeya. you resist the urge to toss the pillow next to you at him, if only to watch the feather-filled object lightly bonk off his thick skull.

"i know a few ways we could warm up," you try, but fatigue plagues your voice and you sound the farthest thing from sultry. worse yet, kaeya has the audacity to softly chuckle at your utterly exhausted tone. it is a beautiful sound from the man you love most, but it is immensely aggravating, so you huff annoyedly and roll over in bed, facing the opposite direction of your lover's desk.

at the sound of your annoyed grumbling and the creaking of the mattress, kaeya turns to face you, but you've occupied yourself with dramatics once more, staring tiredly at the corner of the room. you can no longer see your lover, but you hear the shifting of his desk chair as he looks your way.

"ah," kaeya feigns indignation, and you can already see the self-pitying hand that he's placed over his heart in mock hurt. "how am i supposed to complete my work if my most adoring fan isn't watching me?"

"not your fan anymore," you grumble, half asleep. "gonna pick another captain to follow around."

"oh?" kaeya says, leaning forward to stare at the outline of you, laying on your side underneath a plethora of warm, cozy blankets. "who might my competition be?"

"jean. albedo. eula," you tiredly list off. "might even track down varka n' get him to cuddle with me instead."

kaeya laughs in the way he only laughs for you. it's one of your favorite sounds. it's your second-favorite indicator that you have him wrapped around your finger (the first being the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't looking, which is what you're certain he's doing now). you hear the shuffle of fabric behind you before it hits the floor. the faint clink of metal against the wooden floor indicates that kaeya has shed his jacket off his shoulders, but you don't dare to turn around and sneak a glance. instead, you huff annoyedly.

"my, my, losing my beloved starlight to the old man grand master? here i was, thinking i'd seen it all," kaeya croons as he stands up. socked feet pad softly against the wooden floors, closing the distance between the bed and kaeya. now, as he stands over the opposite side of the bed, you roll from your side and onto your stomach, burying your face into the pillow so kaeya can't see you.

"oh, so now you're here," you grumble, but the flutter of your heart quietly denies the indignation in your words.

"hmm," kaeya hums as you feel the opposite side of the mattress dip down. he kneels one leg on the mattress before navigating his way over to you, slipping under the covers beside you. "saying you're going to let everyone else steal you away, but here you are in my bed. rather contradictory, wouldn't you say?"

"don't you have work to do?" you mutter, and kaeya bursts out into laughter once more.

"i can leave and get back to work if you'd lik-" he begins, but you quickly cut him off.

"no. don't you dare." you hiss. face still buried in the pillow, you flop an arm outwards in search of his body, hastily making contact with his arm. kaeya snickers as he wraps an arm around your figure, answering your non-verbal plea, and pulls you closer to him. you feel his hand brush over your hair affectionately before setting near the small of your back, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns into the fabric of your sleep shirt.

"don't i get a reward for all my hard work?" kaeya teases, and you finally give in, looking over at him, half your face still smushed into the pillow. his head is perched up on the hand not currently touching you, both revealed eyes looking lovingly at your sleepy figure.

"hmm, maybe," you muse. despite all the times you've unabashedly stared at your lover like you are now, you have never quite gotten enough of his appearance, constantly desiring to drink in his beauty with your gaze.

"normally, you're hot when you're mad," kaeya says as he leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead. "but this time, you're just cute."

"just cute?" you ask, and kaeya grins widely.

"well, i could describe you in an infinite list of metaphors of beauty, but i'm afraid that'd disrupt your sleepiness," kaeya says. his teasing words lack a teasing tone, instead filled with such honesty that warmth floods your face at his confession of affection.

"how 'bout you just kiss me for now?" you whisper, quiet due to your tired state and the intimate environment kaeya has formed between the two of you. "that a good reward, kae?"

kaeya's gaze flickers to your lips as adoration consumes his expression.

"it's perfect," kaeya says. you roll onto your back and kaeya leans over you slightly, his indigo hair draping around the two of you. it forms a curtain that shelters the two of your faces from the rest of the world, leaving you with nothing to look at besides kaeya, the man who threatens to burst your heart with an overload of love each time he looks at you. you feel your heartbeat quicken as he supports his weight with one hand, bringing the other to gently cup your face.

kaeya's thumb glides softly over your cheek as he stares into your eyes for a few moments more, desperate to commit this moment to memory. despite his cold physical form due to his vision, you feel an overwhelming affectionate warmth rush through you as kaeya slots his lips against yours. you melt under his touch as you bring a hand up to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in blue strands as you kiss him back with equal, gentle passion as you wordlessly let the man above you know just how much he means to you.

when the two of you reluctantly part, kaeya stares down at you affectionately, before a mischievous smirk forms on his face.

"i should get back to work," he says, enamored with the scowl that forms on your face at his words.

"i'm going to kiss you until you forget about the stupid knights of favonius." you gently nudge him back down to you, until each of your mouths are only a breath away from each other.

"oh? then go ahead, darling. be my guest."

#genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact fluff #kaeya fluff #axia.writing #writing.kaeya

[karatekels]

Hi I love ur blog and would love to make a request! I saw the list of smut sentences that u reblogged and this one really caught my eye for ck Terry🤭

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

I love how u write obliviously innocent readers so that aspect but mixed with the fact that reader was maybe once employed by the LaRussos🫢 terrys obsession with ruining danny gets to have a new outlet in his obsession with our sweet little reader. (Maybe Daniel finds out🤔)

Please feel free to take this wherever u want! I adore ur writing and ur creativity🫶

I really had a good time with this prompt, so thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you all enjoy! Part 2 (the day of the auction) is where the smutty stuff will come in, and it's here!

Also, I’ll take yet another opportunity to recommend green_essential’s fic in progress, “En Pointe” on Ao3 – it definitely fits the bill for this prompt as well, and maybe if I send enough of you her way she’ll update it because I’M DYING.

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A Better Offer - Part 1

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Strolling into the Valley’s branch of the LaRusso Auto Group, Terry Silver surveys the interior of the business with a calculated expression. In one of his perfectly tailored suits, his hair out of its signature ponytail – he didn’t want to draw attention – he looks far too wealthy to be standing in this kitschy dealership, but then, that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

Knowing that Danny Boy was training his students at the dojo today, he had decided to take this opportunity to observe the man’s place of work. One’s job was often an excellent window into the person themselves, and Terry was looking for new ways to strike out at his rival. He briefly wonders what his profession says about him, before being brought out of his thoughts by the voice of a woman taking a group of men to task.

“I need you to take the 11 o’clock and 4 o’clock meetings today, Louie. I’m sorry if that ruins your plans, but take it up with the boss; maybe he’ll actuallylisten to you.”

The woman was quite short, not even coming up to the shoulders of most of the men surrounding her, even in her sensible heels, but she had a commanding presence, and the man called Louie mumbled an agreement, calling her “cuz” before leaving the group.

“Anoush, I need you to take care of the incoming shipments today; we’ve got a dozen open transport trucks coming over the next 48 hours. I’d do it myself, but someone needs to fill in for Daniel at his other meetings for today; I can’t ask Louie to do them all.” She dismisses him, turning to the two remaining men.

“And you two,” she begins, her hands on her hips as she glares at them. The men seem to shrink under her gaze, and Terry finds himself both amused and impressed. “Can I trust you to shuffle the lot around to make way for the new models? Quickly? Neatly?” The men nod sheepishly, keeping their eyes down, and scamper off out the door, leaving the woman alone with her clipboard, sighing heavily.

So you were the reason this place had been able to stay in the black. Terry had been wondering about that, seeing as LaRusso seemed to be popping up everywhere these days, clearly never at work. Interesting… And had that one man referred to you as a cousin? He knew the man, Louie, was related to Daniel from his research on his old rival after coming back to Cobra Kai, but hadn’t found anything about a woman like you. You looked to be in your early twenties, and you certainly didn’t look like a LaRusso, though you definitely had the same fire within you as Danny Boy. He wondered what would set you off, and what you knew, and decided to find out.

“Can I help you?” comes your voice, friendly yet firm, and he bites his tongue to keep from smiling.

“Oh, hello. I’m looking for Daniel LaRusso,” Terry says, his tone professional and radiating innocence. “My name is –”

“You’re Terry Silver,” you reply, and Terry finds himself momentarily taken aback. It wasn’t often that someone knew him better than he knew them. “I know who you are.”

Ooh, this may be harder than anticipated.

“Ah,” Terry sighs, trying his best to look wounded. “I see Daniel is still up to his…theatrics.”

You snort in response, and Terry’s mouth turns up in a smile, seeing that you were receptive to this line of criticism regarding your boss.

“You have no idea,” you mutter to yourself, before speaking up. “I’m sorry, but he’s not here. He’s far too busy plotting your downfall these days.” Terry laughs quietly, catching you smile in response and deciding that he quite likes how it lights up your face. Maybe this wouldn’t be as difficult as he’d thought…

“Yes, well, it’s a full-time job,” he says seriously, and you snicker. “But it seems like you’ve got things very well under control here. I have to admit, I’m quite impressed by you, Miss…” he pauses to look at your nametag, “L/N.” He takes a mental note of your full name, fully intending on having someone research your life’s history as soon as possible.

“Oh, well… thank you, Mr. Silver,” you say, seeming a bit flustered.

“You seem like you’re not used to compliments or even acknowledgements of your work. That’s a shame; most business owners would be over the moon with someone like you as their assistant.” Sure, he may be laying it on a bit thick here; he needed to get information out of you, after all. But the compliment was rooted in some degree of truth – he hadn’t seen someone so competent since Margaret.

“Really?” you ask, seeming skeptical.

“Indeed. You know, if you’re ever looking for a job that gives you a bit more credit, I’m always hosting some event or another. In fact, I’m looking for a coordinator for a charity auction for underprivileged children taking place in a couple of months, if you’d be interested…”

“The one for Eva Garcia’s charity?” you ask, excitement in your voice. Terry is surprised that you’ve even heard of Eva, wondering exactly who you are, and nods in response to your question, finding himself increasingly interested in you for more than just the intel you could provide about LaRusso.

“Yes, Eva is an old friend, and asked for a favour. I’m having trouble finding someone reliable to help me with the organization of the event; you seem like you would be more than capable of handling it, based on what I’ve seen of you this morning…”

“Wow…” you breathe, and he thinks he’s in for an easy victory, but then you bite your lip, your forehead creasing as you consider the ramifications of agreeing to work for him. LaRusso definitely seemed to be stressing everyone out with his vendetta against Cobra Kai. “I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Silver, but I’m not sure…”

“I understand your reluctance, Ms. L/N, I really do. I am the enemy, after all,” he jokes, giving you a cheeky grin. “If it allays your worries at all, this wouldn’t be a full time thing, or rather, it wouldn’t have to be. But I’d be happy to help you connect with other, less nefarious benefactors at the event so that you could wash your hands of me, if you’d wish to…”

You bite your lip again, this time to stave off a giggle, and he smiles down at you warmly. “Why don’t you talk to Daniel about it? It looks like he just walked in,” he suggests, sounding friendly.

You turn to look over your shoulder, and he follows suit, taking great glee in watching Danny Boy’s face as he takes in the two of you talking and laughing together. Smirking over your head, Terry winks at Daniel, smiling wolfishly and trying not to laugh; he can practically see the steam coming out of the other man’s ears. Terry puts a friendly hand on your shoulder, reclaiming your attention once more, and you smile sheepishly at him.

“Talk to him, and take some time if you need, alright? You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Better set himself apart from LaRusso as much as possible.

“I’ll leave you my card, alright? It’s got my personal number and address. If you decide you want to give this a try, just let me know. I’d love to work with you,” he enthuses, catching you fighting back a smile. “I’ll get out of your hair now, though – good luck with Daniel,” he says sincerely, his voice thick with implications.

Stepping around you, he makes to leave the dealership, waiting until you and Danny Boy were focused on each other before finding a place out of sight to sit, pretend to check his phone, and shamelessly eavesdrop. Time to watch the show.

--- Reader’s POV ---

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your confidence. You were a grown woman, you could ask your boss to have a civil conversation. Of course, most people weren’t employed by a close family friend; a family friend who was like a surrogate uncle to you, and who had become more than a little unhinged lately when it came to the whole karate thing.

Still, he owed you for practically running the damn dealership over these last few months. And he couldn’t exactly keep you from spending your own time how you wanted, right? Mr. Silver had presented you with an incredible offer, and you’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity, no matter what Daniel would have to say on the matter. And it looked like he would have a lot to say, you think to yourself as Daniel approaches you, a scowl on his face.

“Hey, Daniel!” you say, trying to start things off on a positive note. “I didn’t know you were coming in today!”

But Daniel wasn’t having any of your distractions. “Y/N, do you know who you were just talking to? Who that was? That’s Terry Silver, you have to stay away from that guy!”

“Oh, was it?” you ask, your face a mask of surprise. Better to play dumb, I guess.

“What did he want? What did you say to him?” You try not to get angry at the accusatory tone he’s using with you, like you’ve given out industry secrets or his social security number or something. You weren’t an idiot, and while you thought that Daniel was likely exaggerating more than a little bit about the lengths Terry Silver would go to when it came to his dojo, you didn’t plan on giving anything of importance away to the older man, no matter what opportunities he afforded you.

“We weren’t even talking about you, Daniel, calm down. He actually offered me a really amazing opportunity to help him put together a charity event, just as a side gig –” Daniel cuts you off with a snort.

“Yeah right. That’s not happening.” You feel your jaw drop. Sure, Daniel was very protective of you, but to outright forbid you from doing something was ridiculous.

“Excuse me?” you ask, insulted.

“You don’t honestly think I’d let you go work for that scumbag, do you?” he scoffs, and you start to see red. Family friend or no, boss or no, no one talked down to you like this.

“I’m not a child, Daniel, and more importantly, I’m not your responsibility,” you seethe, hardly able to believe he’s talking to you like this at all, let alone in the middle of work.

“I’ve worked damn hard for you to make sure that this place stays afloat, even after everything – do you know how many times I’ve had to cover for you? Sent someone else to deal with a client or dealt with them myself while you were off playing ‘kung fu warrior?’”

“ – Now, Y/N – ” he tries to interrupt, but he started this. The floodgates have been opened, and now you’re getting this off of your chest.

“And this whole time you’ve been acting like you’ve been doing me a favour, giving me this job! I don’t need your charity, Mr. LaRusso, and not nearly as much as you need me. Someone actually sees my value for once, and offers me the opportunity to move up in my career –”

“He’s just trying to take you away from me!”

“I’m not yours to be taken from! Do you really see the world like this, like the Sun and everything else revolves around you? Mr. Silver has done nothing to me but offer me a job – my dream job, working with people that I’ve always wanted to meet. Even if he was using me to hurt you, this is an opportunity to boost my career. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, or bruises your precious ego, but that’s only because you’re letting it! People don’t belong to you, Daniel. I don’t belong to you.”

“He’s going to hurt you –”

“How could he possibly hurt me more than you already have?” you ask, hating the shakiness your voice takes on. You were furious with Daniel, but you knew that he meant well and was just trying to protect you. Still, treating you like a child, like his child, was ridiculous, and to try to keep you from taking advantage of what Mr. Silver was offering you made your blood boil.

“The psychological torture alone –”

“I’m not some naïve kid he’s tricked with some flashy karate moves!” you scream at him, knowing that you were hitting a little below the belt, perhaps, but you couldn’t help it. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this angry.

“He’s approached me – as himself, no disguises – and asked me to do this. It’s one job, and it could open so many doors for me – you know that, with all the events you and Amanda go to. Even if he his somehow trying to use me to hurt you, the least you could do is let me use him and benefit from this too! And if you can’t understand or respect that; if you can’t get over yourself, I quit.”

Your stomp off, leaving him in the middle of the dealership, looking shaken. Quickly, you collect your belongings from your office and leave without looking back. You didn’t want to lose your resolve, and seeing your surrogate uncle’s puppy dog eyes would definitely gnaw at your conscience.

Hopping in your car, you turn the key in the ignition, whipping out your phone and a certain business card. Adding the number to your contacts, you send a quick text message, and receive one promptly in return:

It’s Y/N L/N. Today work for a meeting? I can be there in half an hour.

Absolutely. See you soon.

With that confirmation, you peel out of the dealership, heading to the nicer neighbourhoods of L.A. and hopefully, greener pastures.

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“Ah, Ms. L/N. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show,” Terry says, greeting you as one of his staff leads you into an office. The space was well lit, open, and as comfortable as it was luxurious, nothing like the dank dungeon Daniel had had you imagining as you drove over.

“Sorry, I got held up at my former place of employment,” you reply, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. It wouldn’t do to carry over your feelings of resentment to this new job, especially not on the first day. Terry surveys you, clearly having picked up on your emotional turmoil, and gives you a comforting yet concerned look.

“What happened? I was under the impression that you were rather close to the LaRussos.”

“Daniel seems to think we’re closer than we are. He tried to lecture me, keep me from coming here and taking this job. So, I quit. But let’s not dwell on it and get to work.” You flop into one of the comfortable chairs in the office, determined not to let Daniel ruin this opportunity for you.

You take out a clipboard, tearing out pages regarding scheduling for the dealership with a great deal of irritation, and grab a pen, starting to brainstorm some things to ask your new employer about what he was envisioning for the event, trying to ignore the fact that your hand is shaking as you write.

“Are you alright, Ms. L/N? We don’t need to rush into this, there’s still plenty of time before the auction.” Terry has moved from his seat behind the desk and approached you, looking down at you, and you appreciate that his eyes hold only kindness, not judgement or annoyance.

“No no, it’s fine. I’m sorry, this is so unprofessional of me. And please, just call me Y/N.”

“Would it help to talk about it? It seems that this is all because of me; the least I can do is listen, if it would help –”

“I don’t know, Mr. Silver –”

“Call me Terry, Y/N,” he corrects you. You smile slightly at him.

“Terry. It’s not your problem to solve.”

He nods slightly, seeming to accept this, and takes a seat in the chair across from yours, leaning forward towards you, his long legs closing the distance between you.

“You know, I went to therapy years ago; decades now, I suppose, to help me work things out. I had a lot of anger, a lot of pain. What I found helped me the most was just voicing it out loud – getting it out in the open rather than letting things bottle up. I’m not saying that you need to share things with me, but I will say I’m more than happy to listen, Y/N.”

You look over at him, taking in his words and the way he’s looking at you with his kind blue eyes. No one had ever offered to just sit and listen to you before, and now this man that you’d be told to fear and despise was encouraging you to prioritize yourself over anything else.

“I owe a lot to the LaRussos,” you begin quietly, and he smiles warmly as you agree to open up, looking pleased with you. “He, Daniel, is basically a surrogate uncle to me; I’ve known him since I was little. He was really good friends with my dad, and our families did everything together. Him and Amanda helped our family when my parents got laid off, and when I came back here after my family moved to Texas, they set me up with my job. Well, my old job now, I guess…” you trail off, thinking about everything the family had done for you. Had you made a big mistake?

“It’s just…frustrating…feeling like you’re indebted to someone all the time. I’m very grateful to Daniel, but sometimes he comes across like he’s a godsend to everyone in his circle of influence, and that we’re all meant to be loyal soldiers for whatever fight he feels like taking on. I was happy to take on more responsibilities at the dealership for him while he was off doing… whatever he was doing, but he never even acknowledged my work. He didn’t appreciate it, he didn’t care until I told him I was wanting to take on this job with you, and even then it was only because he thought it was all about him and you taking him from me. Like there was no other reason why you could possibly want me to work for you…”

Terry considers what you’ve told him, looking at you thoughtfully. You’re not sure why, but you’re awaiting his response with bated breath.

“You are right, you know. I didn’t decide to hire you because I wanted to take you from Daniel. I merely wanted to offer you an additional opportunity since I was so impressed with what I saw of your work there. But it does seem quite evident from what you’ve told me that you were the lynchpin in keeping his business afloat. I’d imagine that Danny Boy feels very overwhelmed right now with everything going on, and now losing the person that was helping him keep everything together… I think I can understand why he’s reacting like this.”

You blink. “You’re saying that you agree with Daniel? Why? You hate each other!” Terry frowns at your comment.

“Is that what he’s said about me?”

“He hasn’t said much, but we were able to glean that from the pieces we’ve picked up and put together.”

“What exactly is the story you know?” he asks, seeming genuinely curious. You quickly summarize what you know: lying to Daniel as a kid, putting him through aggressive training that left him angry and with bloody knuckles, baiting him into fights and being all-in-all manipulative. Terry whistles lowly when you’ve finished.

“And you still agreed to come work for me?”

“Well, I haven’t gotten any vibes that you were psychotic – not yet, anyway,” you say teasingly, and his lips quirk in response. “Plus, I’ve always believed that everyone should be evaluated on their own merit. You’ve been nothing but kind to me so far, and I have no reason to believe you’d be lying about the job – oh, jeez, the job! We haven’t even gotten started yet!” you exclaim, feeling horribly unprofessional.

“I consider laying the foundation of trust with the people I’m working with to be a very important part of work, Y/N,” Terry says, not seeming at all bothered by how your meeting has gone so far. “Still, if you’re worried about the time we’ve spent so far, perhaps we could talk about the auction over dinner?”

“D-Dinner?” you stammer, suddenly feeling nervous. Terry picks up on this, and works to reassure you immediately.

“Nothing untoward, Miss L/N, I assure you,” he says smoothly. “I merely thought we could save time and discuss things a bit longer together without working you into the ground. I’d prefer to work here, as this is where the event will be taking place and I want you to be familiar with it, but if you’d feel more comfortable at a different venue, we can of course go somewhere else.”

You think over his offer, a lot of other thoughts coming to mind as well. You felt you could trust Terry to keep things professional, though you do feel a slight hit to your ego at the thought that he didn’t see you as a romantic prospect. He was an incredibly attractive and charming man, and even though you also wanted your relationship to be a professional one, being dismissed as an option – even as kindly as Terry had just done – stung.

“Dinner here would be lovely, Terry, thank you.”

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In the weeks leading up to the auction, you visited Terry’s estate regularly, at least three times a week, and were in constant communication with him over the phone or emails. You had developed a good professional relationship and worked well together, putting together what looked to be a very successful event. During your time together, you had formed a friendship with the man as well; your dinners together were now largely about learning about one another rather than discussing the auction, and you found that despite the age difference (as well as all of the other differences) you had quite a lot in common. You had no close friends or family in the Valley at the moment, still on the outs with the LaRussos, and apart from the senseis involved with Cobra Kai, Terry didn’t seem to have anyone here either. You had both come to appreciate your time together, free of karate drama or anything else, and talking to him about anything and everything had quickly become your favourite pastime.

The auction was taking place the next day, and while you were excited for it, you were also dreading the thought of the event being over. You knew that you had developed quite the crush on Terry, and while you weren’t going to act on it – he had made the boundaries of your relationship very clear, that first day – the thought of not having a reason to talk with him everyday had your heart aching already. You know that Terry had said he’d be happy to work on projects with you in the future, nothing was guaranteed. All you could do was make sure that everything was perfect tomorrow, so that maybe Terry would want to keep you around as much as you wanted to be there.

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #sensei targaryen #hooray for requests

[x-dudes]

Can you do a Poe x reader where the reader is a sarcastic mechanic. She and Poe constantly argue like they hate each other but in reality it’s like they’re flirting unknowingly. While arguing, Poe interrupts her by kissing her? If that makes sense

Notes: Totally does!! I gotchu. Also, from the moment I started writing this Han and Leia parallels (without all the toxic tendencies in their relationship) just grabbed at me and I almost couldn’t resist. hope you like it!!! It’s kind of long so you can find it under the cut for convenience sake.

Published: December 28th, 2017

Warnings: Some spoilers for The Last Jedi? Nothing too major. I’d say it kind of spoils the opening scene but it was put under a read more link regardless.

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The sweltering heat of the main ship’s gas system almost overcame you, causing heavy beads of sweat to drip from the skin of your face, neck, and back as you worked vigorously on your repairs. A little BB unit sat propped up on your workbench, with it’s center panel opened as you examined the mainframe. Moments earlier he had gone through major electrical damage, evident still in the singed appearance of the orange paint and the heat the droid still radiated hours later, and you were assessing the damage from within, hoping silently it wouldn’t be anything that couldn’t be repaired with what you had available.

“How’s he looking?” A voice called, breaking you from your concentration. You flinched slightly, causing your hand to press against the heated metal of the droid’s outer shell and obtain an oblong burn across your forearm. Though recognizing the voice in question, you refused to let yourself appear anything less than snide and disdainful as you finally lifted your head up to lock eyes.

“Don’t talk to me.” You answered, turning your chair back to the little droid and placing your electric wedge between two magnetic plates along the damaged perimeter of his body.

“(Y/N),-”

“Poe, I’m working, and unlike your job, mine consists of serious concentration and deliberate thought.” You scorned, sending an electric shock through the metallic plates of the wedge and effectively rebooting the droid’s motion system.

“Woah, woah, woah, be careful with my droid.” He chuckled.

“His gyrosystem was in permanent motion lock. Y’know that thing that allows him to even move in the first place? Although, I think it might do him some good to do something other than follow you blindly. So did you want a frozen droid? ‘Cause I can always take out one of his chips if tha-

“I think I get it.”

“No, Poe, I don’t think you do get it.” You snapped. “BB-8 almost died out there- I don’t know if you believe that droids can die like that, I know it’s kind of a ‘controversial’ topic.” You placed air quotes around the word controversial. “But I do. I believe that there’s some other part to them that we can’t build or program. You see it in BB-8, don’t you? He sees it in himself. I know he does.- He’s in here kind of frequently you know?” Of course, it couldn’t be some sort of talk with (Y/N) without a snarky comment or sarcastic remark. “And he risked it all, knowing that this could mean everything, to help you be a careless idiot, because he trusts you. He did it because he loves you.” For once, Poe stood before you completely wordless. Any thoughts of what he could say all died down in his throat before they had the chance to surface. The thick silence was cut with the sounds of happy whirring and chirping as the familiar little droid powered back up. Poe only watched as (Y/N) screwed his plate back into place and gave everything a good shake to test for durability. BB let out a series of low whistles, causing you to laugh as you met the droid’s gaze.

“Sorry, sorry. Hey, Beebee, how ya’ feeling?” He whirred in response. “I can imagine…” You replied as you cleaned the sweat and oil from her palms. You stood up to stroke his side, and Poe watched carefully as the little droid leaned into your touch, hearing your words from just moments earlier play on loop in his head. “Well, I think you’re very brave.”

“Oh, but I’m careless?” Poe gloated, nudging your shoulder with his fingers as he pulled closer to your workbench.

“I think you’re certainly something.” You taunted.

“What kind of something?”

“Well, the last time I was as mean to you as I’d like to be, General Organa called me into her quarters to scold me.” You teased in return, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips just faint enough for BB-8 alone to notice. “…to say the least.”

“Wait, her quarters?”

“Yeah, and I was still really young and real new to the Resistance mech team, too, so I was convinced that I was going to walk out of there wearing my ass as a hat or something because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.” You chuckled.

“Oh, man, I don’t even remember what happened that day. What did you do?”

“I think that was one of many times I would threaten to beat you senseless if you didn’t start taking better care of BB-8.” You quipped. “Poor fella…”

“So what’d she do to you? You know, (Y/N), I think ass hats are going to be the next big fashion trend of the decade.” He taunted, scooting closer to your seat on the workbench. You replied with a tempting ‘hmm?’ which he couldn’t help but smirk at. “Yeah, because you are one.”

“Fuck off, Poe.” You replied, shoving him roughly from his seat with a visible smirk. “Getoutta here, your atrocious face and horrendous personality make my working conditions just about unbearable.”

“And we were getting along so well…” He mocked, wiping an imaginary tear as he lifted BB-8 from the table and placed him on the laminate flooring of the ship.

“Uh uh uh, what do you think you’re doing with h-”

“I’m taking him home? As he is mine and I think I have the right to do so?”

“And what makes you so sure he’s all fixed up? That one flight repair won’t turn him into scrap metal and spare parts?” You countered. He stood silent. “Yeah, thought so.” You crouched to speak one-on-one with BB, hearing him whir conflictedly. “Hey, I never said you couldn’t go. Just go easy on yourself, alright? And check up with me at least once every couple of days until I say otherwise, you got that?” The droid rolled his head to signal he understood. “That means no being reckless for you, either. Promise?” BB-8 extended one of his thin metal arms from his chest in a sort of pinky-promise. Your little finger wrapped around the arm with a grin as you stood up to face Poe once again. “If he ends up back in here, I’ll have you wearing your ass as a hat. Are we clear?”

“I’m sorry, princess.” He sneered, one eyebrow raised in his signature Poe Dameron fashion that you’ve grown to resent. “But I think I can handle him.”

“You fucking better…” You called, though he and the little droid were already stepping away.

BB-8 chirped his concerns through the speaker, trying to keep his voice low until they turned the corner. It came out as more of a question than anything else, though it still made Poe chuckle in disbelief.

“Like her?” He repeated. “Yeah, I guess she’s alright…”

“I told you, I told you if he found himself in there one more time, Poe, I wouldn’t fucki-”

“Yeah, I’m aware, princess, what did you expect me to do? I needed him. We can’t all sit along the edge of the battlefield doing-”

“Call me princess one more time see if I don’t smack you into next year.” You threatened, feeling him grow closer with each insult spewed at each other. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t report to the General that you’re unfit to hold a droid and that BB-8 should essentially be repossessed.” You prompted. He turned his head in serious thought, making you realize only now that you could feel his warm breath fan out against your cheeks.

“Shit- (Y/N), you can’t be seriou-”

“I’m absolutely serious. You and Organa are already kind of on thin ice here, Poe, and for good reason, too. It wouldn’t be very hard at all to report the instances in which-”

“Well then why haven’t ya’, (Y/N)?! Huh?!” Poe snapped slamming his fist on to your workbench with such force, and at such a close proximity that it was second nature to jump.

“Poe,” You began, evening your voice out so were no longer shouting. Fighting wasn’t your goal, you reminded yourself. 

“With such an active effort to call me out on every mistake I make with ‘im, why haven’t you just turned me in already?”

“Poe, I-”

“No, I don’t want anymore bullshit from you, (Y/N)! I wan-”

“Because I didn’t report them, Poe! I DIDN’T REPORT ANY OF BB’S PREVIOUS DAMAGES BECAUSE I KNEW IT WOULD GET YOU INTO A LOAD OF SHIT YOU DIDN’T NEED TO BE IN, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS AGAINST VERY STRICT RESISTANCE CODE THAT I DID, ESPECIALLY WHEN SAID DROID HAS HELD INFORMATION CRITICAL TO THE ENTIRE WELLBEING OF THE RESISTANCE. ALL BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO KEEP YOU OFF THE BENCH AND AWAY FROM THE SHITTY SIDELINES AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, BECAUSE WITH HOW OFTEN BB-8 IS IN HERE I ACTUALLY KIND OF BEGAN TO BELIEVE IN YOU. A LONG TIME AGO, ACTUALLY. BEFORE FLEEING D’QAR, BEFORE THE BLACK SQUADRON, MAYBE EVEN BEFORE YOU BECAME ‘THE POE DAMERON’ POSTERCHILD PILOT OF THE RESISTANCE WHO EVERYONE BUT LEIA’S AFRAID TO CALL OUT, BECAUSE THEY THINK HE CAN DO NO WRONG.” You stopped to catch your breath in short pants, realizing you had moved yourself even closer as you screamed at him. You spoke again, voice now gravelly and soft from misuse, yet still just strong enough to speak your peace. “God, you’re such an idiot. Although I guess this is partially my fault, because I didn’t realize at the time that you were actually kind of a prick- stop that.”

“Stop what?” Poe replied, stepping closer with his signature eyebrow raised in a taunting look. Although this time it was different, and you couldn’t place why.

“Looking at me like that.” You answered.

“Looking at you like what, princess?”

“Stop calling me that.” You stated softly.

“What, Princess?” You nod bitterly. “Weren’t you a princess?” He recalls, thinking back briefly to a conversation he overheard between yourself and Leia.

“Not exactly. Though this is something you would know if you bothered to pay mind to anybody but yourself f-” Your snide remarks died on your lips as Poe feverishly closed the distance, pressing his own to yours. He pulled away, a smug look marking his features. “What? Do you think that just kissing a woman solves all of your problems? You questioned, sneering angrily, yet placing your hands over his chest and keeping him in place by the lapels of his jacket.

“Not exactly. But the years worth of backed up sexual and romantic tension? That’s another story.” You rolled your eyes in a dramatic display, pushing him away from you with a soft thud. He furrowed his brow, unsure of whether to follow as you walked away.

“My shift ends at seven.” You explained, turning back to meet his confused gaze a few feet behind you with a taunting smile. “You want to wait up for me? We can finish this afterwards.”

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Okay so I'm dumb here's a one shot

I know I said everything that's a story would be posted on AO3, but, I have dumbass energy and was inspired by the reblog I made earlier and it is 2 am on a school night so WOOO incoherency is at an ALL TIME HIGH

@infinimay whoop tagged u for what I'll call the Bus Duty AU

Perhaps I'll make this a series?? Something light, fluffy, nothing too heavy on the angst (okay I lied)

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The Wheels on the Bus (Spin the Tales of Love)

Chapter 1., Like Patton

Virgil and Damian woke up to get to school at precisely 7:30 am, and to be ready by 8:10 for when their bus arrived, every school day.

Their mother, which is now Virgil's stepmother, always said that a tight schedule and tighter patience is what wins people over. That must be how she got Virgil's idiot dad, who took nearly three years of coy smiles and teasing touches to even start dating. They had married this year, and while Virgil is certainly happy about it, he didn't realize that it came with having to deal with a new stepbrother.

That's why, instead of 7:30 and 8:10, Virgil rises at 7:15 and is waiting by 8:00. Their mother never notices, never needing to wake up this early for work, and their dad works night shift. They were by themselves, but they handled it for nine year olds. Virgil especially figured out how to handle it as soon as he figured out that despite all this change, he was still by himself.

"Vi! Vi!" Damian, or DeeDee as he liked to be called, shouted as he approached Virgil at the bottom of the street. "Why do you never wait for me?"

Virgil shrugged. "I don't know, you give me a weird feeling, like cooties, but nice? Like wriggling worms in my head. It's sticky."

There was silence between them as they waited for their bus.

"You give me wiggly feelings too. Truce?" Damian suddenly said after what seemed to be forever to their adorable little minds, and he outstretched a hand.

Virgil took it. "Pleasure doing business, Worm boy."

Damian pouted and pulled his hand back, but didn't need to wait much longer in cute anger as the bus pulled up to their street. Seemingly forgetting the nickname, he pulled Virgil along onto the bus.

"Hey, kiddos!" their favorite, and only bus driver greeted as they sat in the front row.

Virgil never liked the bus, despite how early he was this year. It was loud and cranky and he had to sit next to DeeDee and there were always the mean kids who flicked his head as if a ping-pong ball on the way to their seats. The one thing that made it bearable was the fact he got to sit close to Patton.

Patton had allowed them to use his first name from the get go, inspiring names like "Patting!" from the kindergarteners or "Shatting" from the mean sixth graders. Virgil never tainted the name for he saw no reason to change what was already his favorite part of the morning.

Patton gave them treats on their birthday, never forgetting a single one. Patton hugged them when they were sad and showed them that crying was okay. Patton never yelled or screamed when things got too loud; he knew better than to plague these children with learned behavior, scorn, and hatred. Instead he'd play games that involved the whole bus to busy everyone, or at the very least play music and encourage them to sing along or guess the song.

Patton made things better. But Virgil knew he was sad.

Today, even with Damian's unwavering questions at everything he saw and with the fake stories he kept saying to the kid in the seat next to them, even he could tell that their bus driver was tired.

The two observant fourth graders watched as their second father didn't smile as brightly as he usually did whenever he greeted the kids getting on. He sagged; sluggish and baggy. Virgil noticed he looked a lot like his cousin Remy before a test under his eyes.

However, despite how observant, Virgil never knew how to comfort the gentle man. It's why he and Damian are in the front row. The doctors said he has a "speech impediment" where he couldn't put the words in his head to the outside world quite right. They said his brain was wrong. He knew Damian had a streak of lying and throwing tantrums. It's why he didn't like his new brother; he only served to make him look stupider.

Still, that didn't stop Virgil from putting a hand to Patton's shoulder, at least not entirely. He didn't expect for him to gasp and jump, but Virgil didn't exactly know what to expect anyway. He just pulled his hand back and looked down at his ripped pants in shame the rest of the bus ride.

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They got there slower than Virgil had thought, but no, they were on time. Perhaps his brain was being weird again? He couldn't tell, but either way he walked begrudgingly by Damian into the school.

They passed by their school's office on the way into the gym, which is where you wait until school started. Virgil, again, ever the observant one, saw his school secretary in the window.

He was what was best described as professionally squabbled, or in Virgil's terms, cleanly messy. Mr. Nguyen had hair that was combed back just so and glasses that hid all his worries and fears. He had impeccable pressed ties that, on the occasion, got festive when a holiday came around. He had skilled hands and Virgil hadn't walked by a day where he wasn't working or presenting a board meeting or, if he wasn't doing that, wasn't there at all for the whole day.

Virgil never really disliked Mr. Nguyen. He had no reason to like him either. But right now, Virgil could see he looked exactly like Patton did; utterly miserable.

"Hey, DeeDee, y'see Mr. Nguyen? In the window?" Virgil whispered as he sat right at the entrance so he could get a good look at him.

Damian merely ignored him. "We always see him. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is," Virgil started, already frustrated with the words that wouldn't come out. "He like- he- he's Patton today."

Damian rose a brow, a suspicious trait he most likely picked up from his mother. "You mean he looks like Patton did today?"

Virgil could only nod in relief. "Yeah! He looks Patton today. Do you think the teachers look like that today?"

Damian scanned around the room. He saw nothing out of the ordinary on the teachers' face. However, he did spot a certain trashy boy that Damian all but felt puppy love for. He waved him over. "Rem! Rem!"

The boy, peeking from the corner around his preoccupied brother at his name being called, grinned a crooked and partially toothless grin and ran over to Damian. They merely embraced before Remus took out his backpack, no doubt to reveal some gross frog from his collection.

Virgil cared less and just kept staring at the office, seeing Patton and a few other drivers come in for their mandatory morning report before they head out to go back to whatever they do when not driving. Patton still looked like a walking corpse.

Virgil vowed to take that frown away.

However, the school bell had other plans.

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Virgil thinks that time really has slowed down, and maybe it isn't his stupid brain.

Every minute of class felt not as much a blur as it usually was. Usually, class was as easy as it got, and today he even got to skip out of gym for speech classes. He liked the speech teacher, Valerie. She allowed him to say her first name like Patton did. Virgil liked Valerie too.

But even his marvel at how fantastic his day had been so far didn't distract him from the fact his bus driver was unhappy.

Virgil sat with Damian and all the other broken kids at lunch. Remus was there too, and as much as he loved Damian off his back, the two talking about frogs and the fact the French eat frog legs was already starting to get on his nerves. He just focused on his sandwich and juice box, never saying a word.

It became time to throw out the food, and Virgil knew it was gametime. He looked to everyone at the table before rushing, the other two running to throw out their styrofoam plates the fastest.

Sadly, like always, Virgil's dreams of success were barred by Remus's long, nimble legs and long, skinny arms.

Virgil wanted to pout and tell them that Remus always wins, but Mr. Glover came in to clean and one look sent the three of them scrambling to recess.

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Today they had art time, and Virgil had never been more determined in his life.

He grabbed construction paper, glue, crayons, markers, tape, and a How-To: pop up book. They were supposed to be making Thanksgiving cards for one of the staff members, and technically he was following what he was supposed to do. It was just that Patton's name hadn't been listed on the board to write to for their fake post office.

No matter. He would make the best card ever to cheer up his favorite and only bus driver. Damian seemed more interested in watching Remus eat the glue stick and then calling for them to go to the nurse.

Virgil ignored the two's antics in favor of focusing on his masterpiece.

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Finally, at the end of the day, with high hopes and spirits and even better hope for Patton, Virgil all but ran to the bus he remembers so clearly beyond anything else. Damian followed close behind, sitting beside him in the seat they always sat.

Virgil heard Patton greet him, as always. Virgil could still hear how tired he was. He looked as pale as Virgil did.

Virgil, without prompting, took out his card and shoved it into Patton's hands before taking his seat and covering himself up with his hoodie as far in the seat as he could go.

Patton watched the young boy sat back down in a hurry before looking down at the card. The craftsmanship, of course, could be better, but honestly Patton could hardly care. He read the "I Think Your Cool" at the top and then a hand drawing of a turkey, covered in glitter and Patton's signature blue.

Patton almost cried, and then did cry when he saw the inside.

It held handwritten words with a picture of presumably Virgil fighting away the storm clouds over Patton; the bus with muscles and also beating up the stormcloud. The words wrote "I saw your sad face. I want to fix it. See! Fixed it!"

When Patton looked up, sniffling and holding the card dear to his heart, he saw Virgil peaking out from his jacket. That little boy held the softest smile and even Damian stopped for a moment to grin, gap tooth apparent but not even a hint of malice could fill Patton at this moment.

Last night had been so awful, but maybe today hadn't been so bad. No, today had been fantastic. Virgil fixed his heart for just a moment.

Edit: the card! Made by moi

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I see you hungry, I give you meat (DeacuryWeek2019)

A/N: Hi people!! Always late to the party, but here I’m. If u has read the fic that i wrote for day one, the bois were interrupted... But now they can satiate their hungry...

Prompts taken for Day 2 and 3: Dreams and Moaning.

Word count: 1.7k words.

Warning: SMUT! (this isn’t minor zone!) It’s my very first time writing something if this kind completely alone, sorry for the mistakes. Plus, English it’s my 2nd language, so sorry for the typos.

Tag list: @nightoftheland​​ (thank u for hosting this ship week <3) @binkyisonline​​ (one of the strongest Deacury fans that I ever knew :3 something “spicy” to u ) @warriorteam1924​​

Notes:

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! If u liked this fic, reblog this please.

In italic it’s a Fred’s flasback about his feelings before the successes of previous fic.

These dreams were increasingly recurring. Dreams in which he was the owner of his moans, of his pleasure.  Dreams where I could feel all that passion overflowing.  Where both satiated that hunger.  It seemed to be something that would remain there, in his unconscious and that he could only be satisfied on the dream plane, until he noticed some reciprocity.  It was even tender for him to see how John tried to hide his feelings. There were gestures, looks that spoke for itselves.

It was then that Friday, Fred saw him more withdrawn than usual and was encouraged to speak to him after that concert. Because it is well known, off the stage he’s a shy person.

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After the awkward moment they lived in the locker room, the four left the place, each by his side.  That includes the couple.

The bassist is driving to Fred's flat as he can and they arrive at the apartment. They were never in such a hurry to arrive and be at peace as at that time.

“Just in case, disconnect the phone. I don't want absolutely anyone to bother us" says John as they headed to the apartment. He wanted that moment to be just he and Fred, to be able to enjoy it as it deserves.

They arrived and when the singer had just finished closing the door that the youngest pounces on him, putting him against the door and his body.  He begins to kiss him passionately, putting his left hand on fred's waist and his right hand on the back of his friend's head, intertwining his long fingers in that dark hair.  The other, tried to get rid of his lover, but there was no case... Moments later, he succeeded and said "you said you wanted that I should to disconnect the phone... let me do it then."  He walks away and then goes to the phone to disconnect him from the line.  He leans toward the device, leaving his butt standing out.  When Fred disconnects it, still being in th he feels that two hands take his hips and also the touch of a bulge in the middle of his buttcheeks.  He laughs.

"Stand against the wall and quit your platforms" says the brunette between gasps. Meanwhile, he lets his right hand slide to the dark-haired's bulge and starts to caress it.

Between soft laughs, Fred says "Hehehehe, and think that to..." He's interrupted.

"Shhhhh," John said seriously.  "Do it". He loves being the dominant one, from his first time having sex. Today wasn't the exception.

His orders were obeyed.

Once this happened, he leans against the singer's back sliding his right hand back to that bulge and start to caress with more intensity. With his left hand aparted the hair and the shirt's neck and whispered in Fred's left ear "I can play to this too". He kissed that neck with passion, feeling the heartbeats increasing and the temperature raising. A deep sigh escaped.

He unzipped the pants with just one hands and just the underwear was between his hand and that. Left hand, unbuttoning slowly the shirt, caressing that chest and still kissing the neck, but now the right side. He ended to unbutton that shirt and start to quit it very slowly. Meanwhile, he gone from right shoulder, going to the right side of the neck, continuing his way to left side, alternating kisses with tiny licking and soft bites. When the shirt was off, he asked “how are you, my dear?”

“Please…” whispered Freddie.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me”

“Now say the complete phrase”

“w-why…?”

“It’s fun”

“Gosh, I woke a feral beast with just my kisses in your neck”

John smiled and he blushed a little. “Thank you…” That softness gone and he returned to speak in that seductive and playful way. “But. You shouldn’t say something?”

A deep sigh. “Darling, really, really i want that you fuck me please”.

He stopped to provoke him. 

With a naughty smile, he said in his right ear “Good boy” and spanked him softly in the left buttcheek with his left hand.  “Now we are going to the room… and dont quit nothing more! Lemme do it for you”.

Both were in the room. Wasn't too big but yeah so classy, and the bed seemed so comfy to lay.

When he locked the room, said to the another "lay upside down in the bed please." He lied in the middle of the bed, surrounded for some pillows. His head lies with the left side of his face over his two hands, with his brown eyes closed and smiling expecting what his lover will do. The brunette searched the bottle of lube in everyplace of that room… The dark haired laughed in a cute way and say "it's in the first drawer of that bedside table" pointing to the bedside of his left. "Howdy, it really seems like his first time with a guy… I just wanna to teach some things, but he don't…". His thoughts were interrupted for the presence of he, now without his shirt. He lied over his lover, feeling in his bare skin the sensation of the back of his lover. Both smiled in their inside. The brunette, having the bottle of lube in his left hand, said in the right ear of the another "I'll fuck u my dear… But not yet." A kiss in the neck. "I'll tease you a bit more".

"You really love foreplay", the another says smiling.

"Of course… I love see to my partner hungry for me, see their desesperation for pleasure, and see how they react when they finally have what they want" whispered in Fred's ear.

"I'm already hungry for you" confessed the another. "Please, I'm all yours. Do it."

"Hehe… not yet." said the bassist. "Relax and enjoy…"

Letting the bottle of lube near of his hand and now lying in his right side, very near to the singer,  he now it's slowly quitting the pants of the another. After this, the singer tried to reach the zipper of the pants of his partner with his right hand  "I wanna do it too". 

"No no", said smiling mischievously and spanking in the another's butt. 

Later, he start to quit that satin underwear. "Finally" he thought.

Sat in the border of the bed, with his body pointing to his partner, he open the bottle of lube and put some of the content in two of his fingers of the left hand. 

"Are you ready for me?" said looking to that dark eyes.

"Yeah, do it".

Slowly, started to insert the index finger. Always watching to him. "Tell me if hurts"

"Don't hurts. Indeed… I want another finger."

"Not yet."

He introduced a lot of the index already. He starts to move the finger intensely. 

He could listen a deep moan of his partner. "This is just the beginning" thought the bassist , biting his lower lip. 

"Another... finger... please…" said sighing deeply.

After a seconds, the brunette introduced the another finger, the middle one. He start to move both fingers at the same rhythm.

His lover start to moaning with more intensity. 

His fingers goes faster.

More moans.

"GOSH PLEASE FUCK ME. DONT TEASE ME MORE PLEASE."

The satisfaction in the bassist face watching to the another one with a lot of desire for his cock made him precum. "No gosh, I don't want to misfire", he tried to calm himself a bit.

He stand up of the bed and said to the singer then "I'll do. But I don't with this" pointing to his pants and shoes. "You w-"

"Yeah" said the singer incorporating. He goes to the border of the bed. Sitting there, he start to strip to his partner. First the shoes. After unzipping the pants. Quitted. When was turn of the underwear, he grabbed with his right hand that bulge "God, it's so big and hard… can I suck it a bit? Lemme do that…" said watching to the eyes to the bassist.

"Yeah, but just a… AAAAAAAAAH". He just quitted partially the boxers and grabbed the cock with his right hand and introduced it in his mouth. While he was sucking, he continued to quitting the boxers. His partner helped raising one leg at a time. When was finally gone, he grabbed the ass of the bassist and suck that dick like he knows to do it. The younger reclined his head, moaning deeply. Never had a better blowjob.

"Stop. STOP. I'll cum in your mouth if you continue… you don't wanted that I fuck you?".

Fred stopped. 

"Sorry" said a bit shyly.

"Nothing to sorry… gosh that was so good. But that wasn't the plan. Next time, I'll let you carry on" said John.

His partner then posed with his knees on the border of the bed, with his ass up. 

The bassist grabbed again the bottle of lube to lubricate his cock a bit more. Let the bottle in the next bedside table, grabbed that hips with his bare hands and insert his dick slowly. 

The another sighed deeply.

"Perhaps will be short", warned John.

"No problem darling, do it please"

And he start to moving his dick with passion, always grabbing the hips of his lover.

Both moaned.

He goes even faster.

"Gosh I'm so close"

"Me too"

Moments later, both cum.

He stopped to move. 

Trying to recover his breathing, quitted his dick and hugged to the another one. "I love you… I think". 

"Why I think?"

"I don't know… this is so new to me… I just want to rest now with you. I'll think about that later, hehe". 

He left to hug him and now lies in the centre of the bed,and the singer rest his head in the bare chest of John. Tight hugs. He kissing in the forehead of Fred. 

"I loved this." said John.

"Me too.. but next time I want to be top, darling." said Freddie caressing John's chest with his hand.

"Heheh… we will see. For now, that will be just in your dreams".

Both giggled. 

And bit a bit they fell asleep. In the arms of the another.

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At least, part of Fred's dreams come true. Will can be together, as a couple? Time will say that. For now, they had one of their best nights in years.

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