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bunnyreaper · 6 months

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merrier the more

pairing - john price x f!reader x john mactavish

wc - 3.2k

warnings - 18+/nsfw, double vaginal penetration, wife sharing, unprotected sex

notes - after a million years i've finally gotten this out of my brain and written out! underrated threesome imo, lets goooo!! proofread but definitely not enough ♥

Thursdays were date nights, almost every week without fail, unless John was on a mission. Even when paperwork keeps him tied to his desk into the dark of the night, you join him in his office with takeout and a good book, content to enjoy his company in silence.

It was one of the keys to your marriage being as successful as it is, and both you and John agreed—quality time was a must.

This Thursday was a break in routine—John's energy has been decidedly different since you stepped foot in his office. He's always a little on edge when you see him at work, his jaw and shoulders tight, but tonight there's a hint of determination in his eyes.

Captain Price is present, rather than your husband, John.

The second difference comes in the form of a knock on the door, usually, the two of you go undisturbed as your standing date is known among the 141, and none of the men dare interrupt and draw their captain's ire. On the rare occasion that a knock would come, words would be exchanged quickly before being dismissed.

Tonight, John invites the guest inside.

"Sit, Soap." John commands, his voice low and dripping with authority in a way that draws your attention.

The younger man complies, seemingly not on edge—his usual cocky confidence is still in full swing, in defiance of your expectations of the situation. Whatever Johnny is here for, he's not to be reprimanded or to report something grim.

Both men's eyes are firmly fixed on you, gazes roaming over the way you lounge in your pretty dress on John's shitty office couch, your legs exposed to both of them.

"C'mere love," John speaks, rolling back his office chair and patting his thigh temptingly. "Need your help with something."

You rise uncertainty, leaving your book behind as you make your way over to your husband, your eyes darting between him and his subordinate. Neither man says a word, just continuing to watch you as you move closer to them.

Your mind starts to race, thinking of just what John could possibly need your help with. Occasionally, he asks you to read one of his men's imperceptible handwriting or gets into a debate with you about whether his own reports make grammatical sense.

Something tells you neither is the case this time.

When you make your way around the desk, you fall into John's lap obediently, facing away from him and watching Johnny watch you.

The look in his eyes is not something you're blind to, not now, not ever. John MacTavish has always wanted you. John Price has never let you forget it—he's teased you multiple times about his soldier's crush, and made you admit while being fucked mindless to being attracted to the younger man too.

Your husband got off on knowing his power, knowing that you belong to him regardless of Johnny or any other man's wishes, and knowing that while your eyes can still appreciate other men, they'll never be enough compared to Price himself.

You sit patiently and wait, deferring to John and his air of authority as you wait for him to speak whenever he is good and ready. The silence is thick, John's paw trailing across your thigh, up to your waist where he holds you still, his grip insistent.

"Sergeant MacTavish here is about to become a Lieutenant." He begins again, graveled voice now right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "If Soap is getting a promotion, I need to know he can get the job done."

John snaps his fingers at the Sergeant, beckoning him around the desk as John spins you both to face where Johnny is now standing. His hands move back down your body to your thighs, parting your legs slightly by opening his own so that you sit spread.

You know exactly where this is headed. Johnny's azure eyes burn into you as they spectate every single one of John's slow, luxurious movements—touches that slowly begin to undo you. The air in the room thickens, and your skin burns under John's fingers.

Johnny's eyes flicker away, and you can tell the captain is holding his gaze.

"Need to know I can depend on him, and that he can do what he needs." He purrs, his tone filled with intent. "That he'll take what he wants, yeah?"

John pulls up the hem of your dress, exposing your now-soaked panties to his sergeant and delighting in the way you both shiver in response—you from being exposed, Johnny from finally getting to lay eyes on intimate parts he'd only dreamed of.

You stay obediently frozen as John teases you further—the whiskers of his beard tickling at your neck as he smirks, his fingers stroking so softly up your inner thighs.

When you look back and catch Johnny looking you right in the eye, you swear you can feel yourself gush—he looks like he wants to devour you whole.

"He's always wanted you, love. Isn't that right, sergeant?"

"Yes, sir." Johnny agrees so eagerly, but the look he sends your way is anything but submissive. His grin is almost predatory, his anticipation and arousal clear after years of lusting after you from afar.

Johnny finally comes closer, his hands settling on the arms of John's chair as his face stops inches away from your face—hot breath sweeping over your features. One hand moves to clutch at your jaw, demanding your attention as if it wasn't already entirely focused on him. "Tonight, you're mine."

He growls the words before diving in for a searing kiss, his actions rough and hungry, bordering on violently enthusiastic. His stubble is so different from John's softer brush, nipping at your sensitive skin.

"Only for tonight, MacTavish." Your husband growls from behind you, pulling your hips back into his hard cock as a reminder. He might be sharing you, but it's just this once. You'll always be his.

As Johnny kisses you fervently, his hands begin to wander too, groping at your tits as John continues to hold you steady as he works his erection into your ass. While the sergeant occupies your mouth, John sucks kisses into your neck, humming at the feel of you falling apart under both men's touches.

You gather just enough strength to surface for breath—panting and shaken under their joint attention. Neither of them shows signs of stopping. While your husband was offering you to another man, he wasn't going to sit back and watch either.

"Both of you?" You gasp, words unsteady and breathless. Handling John under normal circumstances was hard enough, throwing Johnny into the mix might just break you.

You shiver with need as the men share a laugh, and John's hand slips up to embrace the column of your neck. "Someone has to show him how to do it, love."

The two men dive back into making you fall apart, a flurry of lips and hands tearing you apart at the seams and driving you mindless with each touch.

"Fuuuck." Johnny practically whines, his hands falling to grope at your tits and pull them free out of the top of your dress.

His hands are calloused and warm in a familiar way, but his movements are quick and rough and make you squirm under his touch. The two sets of hands on you are almost too much already, as well as John's erection rubbing against your core.

A quick flicker of your gaze to the sergeant's jeans shows he's similarly affected, and the sight of his hard cock straining against the denim has you wanting.

It's hard to think straight with every sensation you feel, every thought consumed by the two men ravaging you—yet your mind flickers back to the conversation you and John had months ago now, the one where he mentioned sharing you.

You turn your head to the side, snuggling into your husband's cheek as you whisper to him. "I always thought it'd be—"

He interrupts you with a greedy kiss, before freeing you to continue speaking. "—Simon, if you ever actually went through with this..."

You sigh through your words, Johnny almost biting at you when he hears the other man's name fall from your lips.

The truth is, you had thought it'd be Simon that John invited into the bedroom first, as his trusted right hand and someone he knew would be discreet. Clearly, though, your husband had been paying more attention to your soft spot for the sergeant than you thought.

How long had he been concocting this plan? Waiting for the opportunity to have you at Johnny's mercy too.

Said man's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and back to the smirk on his face and the sparkle in his eyes. "Don't tell me yer disappointed, bonnie."

You can tell from the way his voice drips with amusement that he knows you're anything but. The easy confidence has always been part of his charm, but as he toys with your breasts and stares down at you expectantly, knowing exactly what he's doing to you—that confidence feels like lightning down your spine.

"Far from it, Johnny." You whisper, finally taking an action of your own and pulling the man in for another kiss. It's sloppy and messy, more teeth and tongue than lips, but Johnny's mouth tastes so good, and his need is evident in every single brush of him against you.

His hands climb to cup your jaw, holding you exactly as he wants you as his tongue explores your mouth and dances with yours—it's dirty the way he kisses, the way he groans into your mouth as you thread your fingers into his mohawk, the way he swallows your own moans as John bucks up from below you.

Johnny pulls away, his chest heaving as he presses his forehead against yours and holds you in a tender moment. "Ye must have a thing for blue eyes, aye?" He smirks once more, and you wish you could protest, but the sparkling blues had been what captured your attention first about both men.

One set belonging to the man that you married, one set belonging to the man you'll now get to fuck.

The blue eyes before you flicker down, breaking the connection as his hands wander lower—down past your breasts, brushing past your husband's on their way to your thighs. He grasps greedily at your softness, kneading his touch into your skin as he parts your thighs, exposing your soaked panties to his burning gaze.

"'m gonna touch that little kitty of yours now." He purrs, his curled finger brushing across your sensitive inner thighs in a way that makes your legs squirm—even more so when he traces up the hem of your panties.

"Didn't say you could, MacTavish." Your husband all but growls, his usual authority bursting through him.

Johnny ignores his captain entirely, his fingers pushing your panties aside to plunge deep into your weeping cunt—he curls them against your walls, a wolfish smirk directed at you, watching you flail as he continues to disregard John's words in favour of driving you crazy.

"Don't remember asking, captain." He snarls in response, taking control.

The sound of your cunt getting ravished by Johnny's fingers fills the room, drawing sweet whines out of you. One hand works to find the best angle to scrape against your spongy walls, his other coming to replace John's as he holds your neck and stares you down.

You feel a shift, a moment where Johnny's attitude changes from cocky confidence to earned authority, him taking encouragement from the way you fall apart under his touch and writhe in the lap of your husband who isn't currently the cause of your pleasure. It has Johnny soaring, and you can tell he's falling into the new headspace with ease.

"He's a quick study, John." You whisper.

"Clothes off, yeah, lass?" Johnny tugs you to your feet, holding you steady in his arms for a moment before he eagerly strips you off your clothes.

Your dress comes off first, revealing your tits hanging out of the cups of your bra, and the way your panties settle on your hips, digging into your skin. Johnny's hands move to roam over each piece of your exposed body, kneading and admiring, his eyes ablaze like the hottest part of a flame.

Then he works to rip off your underwear, leaving you bare before both men. "Fuckin' hell don't know how you tear yerself away from her."

"Feels impossible some days." John purrs as he stands from his chair, paws falling to your waist once more.

Both men grope at you—Soap pulling you in for another kiss, John nibbling at your neck. Your legs almost give out from beneath you, and you know you'd be so unsteady were it not for being pinned between the two men's bodies.

It's overwhelming. John on his own is enough to bring you to your knees, but him and Johnny, with his blessing? Each touch, each kiss has you whining—high-pitched and almost brainless as your mind fizzles with pleasure.

Johnny holds you close, pressing his solid body against yours—rough fabric and a hard cock against soft skin. He watches your expression as his fingers dip back into your soaked folds, as your husband's fingers roam over your ass and into your hole. The two men work in tandem to reduce you to a quivering mess, vicious fingers making you drip down their hands and your own thighs.

Johnny flicks your clit absentmindedly as his other hand moves to work on freeing himself from his jeans, pushing his boxers aside to reveal a long, slender, leaking cock.

"Wow, bonnie girl. Yer that excited for me? Or dae ye just really like yer husband sharing ye?" He purrs as he strokes his length languidly, teasing you with the sight of his pre-cum leaking down the head, as well as the way he squeezes his member.

You laugh breathlessly, unable to summon a real response until the men's fingers still inside you. "We'll see... how you fuck first, sergeant. Don't let me down."

Both men share a chuckle, but Johnny is the first to act, with strong hands wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you into the air.

Johnny gives you a devilish smirk as he hovers you inches away from his cock. "I never back down from a challenge, lass."

He eases into you slowly, lowering you down and stretching you on his length, each delicious inch pushing its way inside in an almost torturous way. He’s not as thick as your husband, but he might just be longer, as he finally seats himself inside and the tip of his cock bullies your cervix.

"Fuck, fuck." The sigh that releases from you is beyond shaky, betraying the deep effect Johnny’s cock has on you. "So deep."

"He feel good, love?" John asks, stepping up behind you, his voice close to your ear and his hands guiding you up and down the other man’s cock.

"Y-yeah."

He clicks his tongue in approval, speaking again with honeyed words that make you keen. "Good girl, keep taking him for me."

John mostly watches, his hands remaining on you, yet passive, as Johnny starts to move. The younger man thrusts with fervour, bouncing you onto his dick over and over and over again, not satisfied until he has you crying out for more and babbling.

Johnny certainly knows how to move his hips, knows how to fuck—he eases off the second you show any discomfort, and is quick to learn the exact pace and motion that makes you moan the loudest. If you could think straight, you’d wonder if John had already given him strict instructions on exactly how to fuck you. Of course, he’d have planned this to a T.

Your nails scrape up Johnny’s muscled back, clinging to him desperately as he continues to shove his cock into your wet hole, as John’s hand snakes around your waist to toy with your clit. Both men are clearly intent on ruining you. Your insides twist, your head falling back into your husband's chest as you just feel.

Johnny’s hips abruptly stop, buried deep inside you in a way that blanks out all your thoughts. "Need your help, captain." He grumbles over your shoulder.

"What with?"

"Think she needs her husband's cock inside her too. Stuff tha' pretty cunt completely full, yeah, bonnie?" Johnny raises a brow at his captain, waiting for the man to make a move.

Each second drags as your husband considers the situation and you're left needy and waiting, Johnny's hips entirely still—John's hands on you inactive too.

The idea of being stretched by both of them at the same time sends you wild, two gorgeous cocks stuffing your hole full.

"Please, John." You start to babble, unable to control your own pleas. "Need you both, need you both, need—"

John's cock slides between your ass, nudging forward until he knocks against where Johnny is buried inside you. The sensation on its own has both you and Johnny bucking.

"That kind of thinking'll take you far, sergeant," John whispers before his fingers crawl down your skin to where you and Johnny are connected, and he starts to guide the head of his cock into your hole. "Shhh, nice and slow, gotta stretch you out for both of us, love."

“Gonna be a tight squeeze, bonnie.” Johnny mutters, his voice showing signs of further strain as his captain’s cock rubs against him.

The stretch is painful, John’s girthy cock bullying its way inside and forcing you to accommodate him alongside the sergeant—you know you won’t be sitting right anytime soon, and you couldn’t be happier.

Your hole burns with each inch your husband slides in, pleasure only beginning to come when his head brushes against your g-spot—after that, he slips right in, your cunt reshaping itself in acceptance and swallowing his cock.

"Fuck.” You pant, barely able to catch your breath, and no one has even moved yet. You can’t think straight, can’t breathe right, can’t even really contemplate the way your body is being overwhelmed by the two men. All you can do is whine and moan and cry out. "It's too much!"

John holds your hips steady as he presses kisses to your shoulder, and Johnny runs a hand through your hair—both men cooing reassurances at you.

"Ye can take it, fer me and the captain. I know ya can."

“You can do the work, sergeant, make her feel good, yeah?”

Johnny nods once before springing into action, his cock gliding out of your pussy before forcing its way back in, squelching against John’s length as it goes and drawing groans from both men.

It doesn’t take long Johnny's pace to escalate, as he shoves in repeatedly and thrusts both his own and John’s cock deeper inside you. You feel your brain slip into a haze of pleasure, all thoughts becoming incoherent as moan after moan makes its way from your throat.

"There we go, love. Stuffed full of two cocks, how'd you like it?" Your husband asks before turning your head to face him, and then devouring your lips in a passionate, loving kiss.

"Love it, love it so much." You whisper against him. "Fuck me, John, Johnny, please."

The two men thrust together momentarily, forcing you to the limit of what you can take from both of them—smirks dance across their faces, both beyond pleased to have you pinned between them.

"Cannae wait until we're both filling ye with our cum." Johnny purrs as he buries himself deep.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you, gorgeous girl?"

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archangeldyke-all · 21 days

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can we get dealer!Sevika & hyper-feminine reader plssss 👁️👁️

reader has long ass nails so she sucks at rolling but thankfully since Sevika has a liking to her, she sells reader pre-rolls with a huge discount, and says it’s just a special deal for her only. & maybe one day she invites reader to smoke with her in her car and they just act all cute and high 😭

hhhghhhg... yeah. i'm a sucker for sevika. i'm a sucker for weed. let's fucking goooo

check out the nail inspo for the nails in this fic hehehe

men and minors dni

be outside in 5. the text on your phone reads. you grin, then look back up in the mirror, putting a fresh coat of lipgloss on and fixing your hair.

you suppose you could just buy in bulk. it would save sevika the two or three trips to your house a week. but she doesn't complain, and you've got a pretty good guess as to why.

a horn honks outside your home. you giggle, give your outfit one more look over in the mirror, spray a bit more perfume on, and run out of your house.

sevika's windows are tinted so dark it has to be illegal, and the presence of her car makes the whole block smell like weed. she rolls her window down as you come out of the house, turning down the music she was listening to, to grin and wolf whistle at you.

you giggle, spinning in a little circle in front of the driver's door, giving her a good view of your outfit. she chuckles. "c'mon, get in." she says, nodding to the passenger's side. you quickly run around her car and let yourself in, pressing a quick kiss to sevika's cheek as she pulls off.

she groans, scrubbing where your lipstick has stained her cheek-- a bright, glittery pink print left behind, now being smeared by her hand. she's driving the two of you to the abandonded lot you guys always sit in-- what used to be a strip mall is now cracked pavement and giant, overgrown trees. it's the perfect place to park, in the shade, and remain unbothered all day as you smoke and chat.

sevika's been your dealer since you met her at a party last year. your old dealer, a grimy old man, was... fine. he grew the weed himself and gave you real good prices... but he was also your history teacher in the sixth grade.

you gave up on him when you met sevika, gorgeous, charming, sevika. sevika who had woman sitting all around her at the house party you'd met in, but whose eyes only caught on yours. sevika who'd snatched her blunt that had been being passed around out of the nearest girls hands, and into hers as she rose from her seat and approached you.

sevika who you've been in love with ever since.

you guys have been spending a few evenings or afternoons a week together. sometimes here, in your spot, sometimes in a park, sometimes at sevika's place. sometimes she'll take you along to her deals, driving you to houses all around the city as you help her weigh bud and count cash.

it's fun. a lot of sevika's customers are old friends of yours, people you thought you'd never see again. you get to catch up and chat with them for a bit-- then spend the rest of your night gossiping about them with sevika once they leave.

she's your best friend.

you're just trying to make her make you her girlfriend.

you know she wants you. she doesn't even let you pay for weed anymore. and when she's high, her eyes all pink and her lips curled in a goofy little smile, her gaze wanders. and it catches on your lips, most frequently, but also your tits, your thighs, your stomach-- really, anything she can see.

but she doesn't act on it. because she's a gentleman.

and you don't act on it because... well... sevika's attractive. and she makes good money, and you know that you and sevika don't hang out on weekends because she goes to parties to sell on weekends.

and you wouldn't be surprised if you aren't the only girl riding in her passenger seat.

it's hard to know.

people leave shit in sevika's car all the time when she's doing house calls. they'll sit, chat for a bit, and leave behind their water bottles or hair ties or cigarette butts or press on nails when they get out.

and besides, if you confront sevika, who'll roll your joints for you? certainly not you. not with your nails.

speaking of...

"show me your nails." sevika demands as she pulls into your little spot, under a big willow tree. it's like your own little world here, under a green dome of leaves. sevika rolls all her windows down, and you wiggle your fingers over the middle console.

you told her you were getting a new set last time you smoked together. you asked for color recommendations-- she suggested purple, her favorite color.

so, of course, you got purple.

"fuck, they look sharp." sevika smiles, poking the pointed tip of your nails. you laugh.

"i forgot i got 'em so sharp 'n almost took my eye out this morning putting my lashes on." you admit. sevika giggles, still holding your fingertips in her hands and examining the way they shine in the light.

"so shiny. fuckin' pretty, baby."

you're pretty damn sure you're the only one she calls baby but... you happen to know that back in the day when sevika was scamming rich idiots by selling them baby powder and grass in exchange for hundreds of dollars, she had a lot of women riding along in the passenger seat of her car. and getting fucked in the back seat. which has yet to happen to you.

so you don't know. you just tell yourself you're here for the free weed.

"how's your day been?" you ask, snatching your hands away from sevika. you recline your seat, putting your feet up on the dash as she opens her center console.

"meh. been lookin' forward to this all day." she says. then. "oh! look." she reaches between your seats into her back seat, grabbing a plastic bag and pulling it into the front of the car. "snacks!"

"you're the fuckin' best, sev." you moan as you tear into a bag of chips. she chuckles, and hands you a preroll.

"strawberry flavored wrapping paper, you'll like it." sevika promises. you chew on your chips, take a quick swig of your drink, and then put the joint between the lips. sevika lights the tip for you, her eyes locked on yours.

you tear your eyes away just in time to jerk back before the entire joint goes up in flames, and take a long drag. it's truly delicious, like candy flavored smoke, and you hum, happy. sevika grins.

"good?"

"very." you nod, leaning back against your seat and taking another puff. "oh, i'm sorry." you pout, like you do every time you smoke with her. "i got lipgloss on your joint."

sevika giggles, snatches the joint back, and takes her own puff. "fuck off. i like it. 's like extra flavoring." she shrugs. your stomach twists. she blows smoke out in your face, then takes another puff, her eyes dragging up and down your body.

you guys smoke in silence for a while, passing one joint, then a pack of chips, then another joint, then a bag of candy between one another. and now, the sun's setting and your little world under the willow tree's all golden-greeen, and sevika's rolling another joint.

you sigh, happy, and your eyes trail down sevika's exposed arms-- she's wearing her signature wifepleaser. you speak before you can help yourself. "you look delicious today." you mumble. sevika raises an eyebrow at you.

"'s that mean you got the munchies or is that your way of flirtin' with me?" she asks. you giggle, then shrug.

"whaddya think?"

"i think you stole my line." she says around her joint, smirking as she lights and takes the first puff of it. her eyes dart down to your outfit-- intentionally skimpy, showing a little more skin than necessary for this pleasant spring day.

she lets you take a puff. you feel like you've melted into the seat. all your inhibitions are lowered. the words come out before you can stop yourself... again. this is what you get for smoking so much fuckin' weed. "'m i the only person in your life?" you ask.

sevika blinks at you. "what?"

"like... the only person you flirt like that with." you clarify, cringing. sevika's confused smile grows wide.

"has that not been obvious this whole time?" she asks. you gulp.

"uh." you whisper. your heart's beating a mile a minute, and you suddenly sit up from your relaxed posture in her passenger's seat. "i don'--"

"yes. am i the only person you let dictate your nail color?"

"yes." you whisper. sevika grins.

"so..." sevika trails off. you gulp.

"y'know... it's really hard for me to roll my weed with my nails like this." you say. sevika takes a drag off the joint nodding along as you speak. "it'd be nice to have a girlfriend who could help with that." you say. she grins, blowing the smoke out the side of her mouth as she leans across the center console to speak, her lips an inch away from yours.

"i coul--"

"okay." you agree, grinning. sevika giggles, then leans forward to kiss you. you stop her with a finger to lips and she pouts. you chuckle, take the joint from her hands, and take a long drag. when you exhale, you speak again. "the nails also make it really hard to keep myself satisfied." you whisper, intentionally shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together.

sevika chokes, and she's not the one with the joint. you smile, then pull your finger away from her lips, letting her speak again.

she doesn't. instead. she reaches out, grabs the joint, and flicks it out the window, smirking at you. you bite your lip in anticipation (and trying to hold in your scold about wasting good weed.)

"only if you promise to scratch the shit outta my back with those claws, baby." she whispers, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. you shiver. "your place or mine?" she asks. you gulp.

"...the backseat? i've kinda been fantasizing about it since the first time we smoked in the car together..."

sevika doesn't answer. she just bursts into laughter, and launches forward to pull you in a kiss.

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solarwoniii · 6 months

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" ˋ꒰ what if !? ꒱ " - ft. choi yeonjun

[ nsfw post! minors please do not interact. there are many other posts on my and other’s blogs which are much more suitable for your consumption! ]

syn. if there's one thing you can't do, it's swim. so, when you almost drown at a business get-together, your parents decide its about time they got you into swimming lessons. little do they know, the polite young man who they hired to teach their sweet and innocent daughter had intentions, which would lead her to question 'what if?'

a/n. LOOK AT ME GOOOO FIRST FIC IN LIKE FOREVER?? if this flops i will literally cry omg pls excuse my writing i have only just started getting back into this recently ehe... pls give me reblogs and feedback it will give me the motivation i need to keep going okay ty enjoy

cw. pool sex, not rly public but risky stuff, tutor x tutee, mentions of drowning, somewhat of plot building here, rough/rushed, vvv affectionate stuff, secret relationship, very subby reader w/ dom yeonjun, pet names (princess, baby, ect.), heavy praise, i think that's all but please do let me know if i missed anything!

your head was spinning with ‘what ifs’. you whimpered at the painfully pleasureful feel of yeonjun putting his hands on your hips, his grip strong enough to leave reddening nail marks on your tender skin as he lifted you off of his length, only to let your entire body drop back down with a harsh slam. he smirked at the way you reacted to the feeling of the battering intrusion, a shuddering gasp escaping your partially parted lips at the way he stretched your core out with ministrations similar to that of an ever-racing train, spinning out of control as it runs head-first off of its tracks.

you had almost drowned six months ago at one of your parents' business celebrations, and probably would have died if the man before you hadn't dove into the water, pulled you out into the surface and resuscitated you.

since then, your parents had been worried sick for you and any other encounters with a body of water, they'd always known you couldn't swim, but they hadn't thought that it was that bad. so, of course, they had done what any worried caretaker would do, and exchanged information with the boy, once finding out that he was in fact a swim tutor himself. it would be much better than hiring a stranger, and this man seemed to be quite the well-rounded boy, considering he the son of their closest business partner. not only did he have outstanding grades, but he was respectful and he was around your age. so, what harm could he possibly do to their sweet daughter?

a lot.

and you knew that now, after six months of lessons and a few months of secretly dating the boy.

although, you had never really done anything so risky with him before.

“what if we get caught?” you whispered through the tears prickling your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, “we’d get into so much trouble, we’d be banned from ever speaking to each other again, we-“

yeonjun's large hand wrapped around the back of your head, making your face meet his in a kiss so sultry, yet so beckoning. he smirked against your mouth, “you worry too much, princess.”

you gulped at the boy underneath you, his gaze falling to yours through his wet eyelashes, his dampened brown locks falling messily over his eyes, his mouth stained with your strawberry lipgloss. although the room was dark, the way his smirk graced his lips made you clench around his girth, as you spoke ever so softly, “i-i’m only being cautious..!”

he rolled his eyes at you, “you’re fucking your swim tutor, baby. caution left way long ago.”

you closed your eyes and hid your face in your hands with guilt and shame as he reminded you of the graveness of the situation you had entangled yourself into, "ugh..! my parents sent me here to swim and i'm doing... this!"

yeonjun chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around your cold, barren, water-dripping body, his legs dipped into the swimming pool, "if you wanted to swim that badly, you could've said so."

"wait, what are you--" your questioning was abruptly cut off as your boyfriend suddenly held onto you, pulling you into the water along with him. your piercing squeal of surprise echoed through the halls of the empty pool as you found yourself splashing into the cold water, the smell of chlorine and fear only intensifying as your paddled around with your hands. yeonjun laughed at your struggle as you grabbed onto him for some stability.

"see? we're swimming now." he said matter-of-factly, before looking over to the clock. his eyes widened as he realised the time.

he circled his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, "i'm going to kill y-" you started, until yeonjun grabbed both of your cheeks, connecting his lips to yours messily.

"kill me later." his voice came out in a lazy mumble as he held you close, "your session's ending soon. let's finish off what we started."

your eyebrows furrowed at the way his playfulness seemed to nullify, his voice becoming much more mellow and low as his lips moulded against yours. your eyes fell heavy as he suddenly spun you around, pushing you up against the wall of the pool, pulling your ass out towards him in swift, forceful movements. his lips suctioned onto the back of your neck as yeonjun pushed himself into your tightening hole, his hips meeting yours in an angle where he could so easily fill you to the hilt, his pink and throbbing tip attacking your cervix. you cried in pleasure at his desperate and quick movements, sending you into a state of pleasure that you weren't even sure existed.

the pool water around you splashed and sloshed with every movement, his mouth beside your ear as he spoke to you, "feels good, baby?"

"f-feels s-so good, junnie-" you whimpered in response, the tears from earlier racing back as you screwed your eyes shut tight. his hand lifted one of your legs, effectively spreading you out impossibly more, as his middle and ring fingers rubbed at your clit in rough, sloppy circles.

"gonna tell your parents 'bout how much you've improved..." yeonjun said, tone dripping both with love and lust as his other hand snaked around your body, groping at your breasts, his lips fluttering soft kisses along your jawline, "my smart girl catches on so fast every time. always makin' me so proud."

a choked moan left the back of your throat, your wet hair falling into your eyes with each thrust, your voice shaky as you babbled mindlessly, "d-don't wanna go home.."

he smirked softly, pecking your temple, "i know, baby. but i'll see you next week, okay? and then we can catch up on the lost time all over again."

you sniffled, "o-okay." your hand quivering as it found his, gripping tightly onto his fingers as you clamped tightly around him, "s-so close, junnie."

"yeah? you're gonna cum for me?" he asked between heavy pants as each thrust he delivered came faster than the last one, the erotic nature of the sound of your skin slapping against his making your body quake.

you could only respond with the nod of your head at his question, much too dazed to even think straight anymore. you felt the crash coming as your climax built up in your stomach, your thighs shook and convulsed at the sensation as you let out a broken cry of pleasure, dropping your head as our release sent your mind spiralling into a web weaved with so many different emotions, you were sure that you would lose count if you tried.

the movement of his hips slowed to an eventual stop as his peak reached as well, leaving you filled with his pearlescent finish as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he laid gentle kisses along the side of your neck. the words he said only came out in a soft whisper with his lips against the shell of your ear, "let's get dried off.."

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Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby MC

Content/Warnings: Sexual humor, suggestive content, animal death, blood, slight angst, no Brian yay!, Winnie freaking out again, fluff,

Quick summary: Winnie gets Star out of the house after being cooped up since his arrival. Vampire hijinks ensue.

Chapter Two: Go Back

Chapter Three: Stay here.

Chapter Four: Lets fucking goooo!

Check out this silly recreation of the chapter in The Sims I did.

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Hiding a secret pet from your parents was stressful enough, but hiding a whole grown ass man in your room would likely be a thousand times as nerve wracking. Especially with a step douche who had a habit of barging into the room. Luckily for Winnie, her stepfather was never a quiet man, always stomping along the floor in thick combat boots. And her current stowaway was very perceptive. That still didn't cover all her issues. Winnie had searched all over Nexus Mods for that damn cheat mod she downloaded but could not find it again. It was as if the creator deleted it just after Astarion got out. To make matters worse the vampire was likely starting to get hungry. He'd been gazing at her more and more longingly each day since his escape from the computer. She'd need a way for feeding her guest which didn't involve anyone getting sucked flat like a caprisun. Of course she thought about offering him her own blood, but the idea honestly made her uneasy. In fantasy it was very appealing, having an extremely attractive and alluring man suck on your neck, what's not to like? There was the whole sharp teeth tearing into your flesh aspect, but in fantasy there was no pain, no need to worry about death. Just sweet sweet blissful fantasy. But that was not the case now. In reality if Astarion were to sink his fangs into her neck he wouldn't need to drink all her blood to kill her. She'd probably bleed out from her jugular being punctured alone.

Winnie stared over at him as he peeked out the window. Night had fallen and he didn't need to worry about the sun. At least not for a while.

Winnie sighed, “I have no idea how I'm going to feed you if I'm honest.”

“Since you're so keen on protecting our dear friend Brian I suppose that leaves me with having to go out and hunt for my next meal, well unless you'd be generous enough to offer me your lovely neck.”

“I don't think that's a good idea, but I guess my arm might be okay…” Winnie lifted up her arm to look at it.

“You love to take the fun out of things don’t you? But alright, I'm not about to turn down a willing meal.” Astarion's pupils practically dilated at the sight of the veins on Winnie’s arm. His mouth watering at the thought of her warm blood coating his throat and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

“Hold on! I didn't mean right this second!” Winnie hid her arm behind her back, her cheeks turning red at the hungry look he was giving her.

“Such a tease.” Astarion huffed and crossed his arms.

“I had some things planned for tonight and I can't do them if my head is spinning from blood loss.” Winnie said before searching through her closet.

She pulled out a large duffle bag and began to unzip it. Inside were some hoodies and other clothing. Grey and black T-shirts, some jeans and a pair of sneakers. “Here, these were my brother's, they’ll probably fit you.” Winnie said before tossing the bag onto the bed.

Astarion made a disgusted sound.

“These are so tasteless and drab!”

“We’ll get you something more suitable to your tastes later. For now you need to be able to blend in.” Winnie explained. Astarion muttered something under his breath before he started removing his purple doublet and exposing his pale muscular chest. He was so perfect, so flawless. Winnie’s brain honestly turned off for a moment as the elf then proceeded to slide down his pants. Her eyes nearly entranced by a certain large shape in his drawers, her face turning bright red.

“My eyes are up here, darling.~”Astarion purred, voice husky and soft.

“A-Ah sorry! I should….” Winnie sputtered before scrambling off into the connecting bathroom. Astarion chuckled a bit, watching the flustered female dash out of the room. He couldn't help but find her rather adorable. Winnie stood in the bathroom for a few moments, heart pounding as she pressed her back against the door.

Oh God, why didn't I walk out sooner!?

“You can come out now, my dear.” Eventually Astarion's voice broke her from her thoughts. The human girl let out an exasperated sigh before opening the door and heading back in. The clothes were a little tight around his body, making his muscles quite visible through the light gray tee. Winnie quickly grabbed a black hoodie and handed it to him. “Here, put this on.” She said, watching him slide the jacket on. Winnie zipped it up for him before leaning up on her tiptoes and pulling the hood over his head.

“Hey! My hair!” He whined.

“I'll fix it for you later. Right now I don't want anyone gawking over your ears.”

“Why would anyone be doing that?”

“Ah, right. You see, in this world there are no elves, no magic, no vampires….Just humans really.” Winnie rubbed the back of her head.

“Really? Gods, how dull. Not that I mind being the only vampire around. That actually sounds rather delightful.” Astarion smirked a bit.

“Please don't get in any world domination ideas. Just because there aren't any vampires doesn't mean there aren't people who can tear you a new one.” Winnie sighed before peeking out the door into the hall. “Okay, they're asleep. Now come on.” Winnie said quietly.

“Where are we going?” Astarion whispered, slowly following Winnie as they tiptoed out of the house.

“We're heading out to town. It's probably a good idea for you to get acquainted with the area just in case something bad happens.” Winnie explained, “plus I feel bad about keeping you locked up in my room for days.” She then took out her cellphone and shook it, causing the flashlight to turn on.

“I thought you said, you didn't have magic here.”

“We don't. This my fanged friend is technology. It’s a machine mostly for talking to people far away, but also does a bunch of other stuff.” Winnie used her phone to navigate in the dark as they began walking down across her driveway. Winnie’s neighborhood was quiet, each of the houses were fairly spaced out with plenty of trees and brush littering the terrain. Parked in the yard near her family’s cars was a purple motorcycle.

“Oh, and this is my trusty steed! Or well it's basically my personal source of transportation. Think of it like a horse but made of metal. To make it even better this won't decide to turn around and bite you!” Winnie said with a smile.

“As wonderful as that sounds. I'm not quite sure about climbing onto some strange metal contraption.”

“Well…If you'd rather walk….” Winnie said in a sing-songy tone, putting her phone into her pocket.

“Nevermind! Let's go!”

Winnie climbed on the bike, her hands gripping the handles as she glanced over at Astarion. He looked the vehicle over curiously, nearly jumping up in the air when the girl turned on the engine.

“Come on!” Winnie said. Hesitantly he climbed on and immediately clung to Winnie, arms wrapped around her plush waist.

“Oh, this is rather intimate.~” Astarion took the opportunity to nuzzle his face into her neck, growing a bit more comfortable as he held onto her soft form. Winnie immediately turned bright red, a shiver going down her spine. She didn't really think this through did she?

Focus! Do not let the incredibly sexy vampire elf hugging your back cause you to have a crash!

We are not dying because of horniniess goddamnit!

Winnie mentally scolded herself as she drove off. Not that she disliked his attentions, mind you. She was just very easily flustered, never having been in any kind of romantic relationship, physical or otherwise. Astarion sighed into her neck, The smell of lavender and cherry blossoms mixed with the delectable scent of her blood was absolutely heavenly. It took all he had to resist the urge to sink his fangs into her neck and gorge himself on her blood.

Winnie kept her eyes on the road, the headlights of her motorcycle illuminated the street as they zoomed down it. There weren't too many cars on the road so Winnie could be thankful for that.

They rode away from the suburbs where Winnie’s home resided, eventually until coming towards a small shop just outside of the city. A large sign that read ‘CornerStore’ sat atop the building and illuminated the parking lot.

“This is where I work.” Winnie said as she turned into the parking lot. She parked up front in her usual spot before turning off the engine and hopping off.

“Well this seems like a cozy little shop.” Astarion said, getting off. “What exactly could you precure here?”

“Mostly snacks. Some hygiene products and other things. Just stuff you need around your home really.” Winnie said, leaning up on her toes to fix his hoodie before leading him inside.

Winnie looked around the shop, thinking about anything she could get which would be useful for her new guest to have in the future. She couldn't get too much however. She only had so much room in the little trunk she had on her motorcycle.

Bandages would be a good idea, shampoo…. Though he'd likely complain if it was some kind of cheap smelling stuff….

Astarion looked over Winnie as she scanned around the store. His tongue flicked over his fangs as he couldn't help but stare at her jugular. The gnawing pain in his stomach was crying out, demanding to be sated. He backed up as Winnie became engrossed in the products that decorated the shelves. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small creature outside the shop. Almost cat-like, but with a longer snout, a ringed tail and tiny black hands. The creature appeared to be picking around in the trash outside. Not his first choice, but it had to at least be better than a rat.

Winnie kept looking through some hygiene products, wondering what her fanged friend would need when suddenly she heard what sounded like an angry raccoon. She quickly whipped her head around, heart nearly stopping when she noticed Astarion was gone.

Quickly she rushed outside and glanced over to see a dead raccoon fall to the ground. Astarion stood over it, blood dripping down his chin.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Winnie whisper-shouted.

“I was hungry…” Astarion shrugged, looking at her with round innocent eyes, mouth still covered in blood. Winnie grimaced, kicking the dead raccoon off to the side and out of sight before grabbing hold of Astarion and dragging him off. She pulled him into the store before making a beeline for the bathroom. She dragged him inside and slammed the door.

The young woman pinched the bride of her nose, on the verge of tearing her hair out.

“Please…Just please….Can you not do any vampire shit out where people can see you!?” Winnie said.

“No one was even around to see me. Sweetie, you worry far too much.” Astarion said, making a sassy hand gesture. Winnie crossed her arms and huffed, her eyebrow twitching. She turned before grabbing some paper towels and wetting them.

“You have to understand.” Winnie said calmly, “if people find out you're a vampire they'll probably try to kill you or worse cut you open and try to find out what makes you tick. Just please be careful.” She wiped the blood off his face before crumbling up the towels and burying them in the bottom of the trashcan. Astarion crossed his arms and stepped closer to her.

“I am a master of stealth, my dear. And if you expect me to just wait about for my next meal while you flaunt around that delicious neck of yours, I might not be able to control myself for long.” He said, running a clawed finger over her jugular making her shiver. His voice was playful, a bit flirty even, but the warning was still very clear. If she kept him waiting for too long he might not even be able to think before taking a bite out of her.

“I promise I'll figure out a way to feed you, just give me time…Please.”

“Oh alright, but only because you're so sweet.” He tapped her nose playfully. “And that little snack should keep me sated for now, ahaha.”

Winnie washed her hands before leaving the bathroom to continue looking around for some supplies. Astarion followed after her, red eyes inspecting the isles with interest. Some of the objects looked familiar, but somehow still foreign.

A couple of times he'd ask Winnie what something was, and she'd do her best to explain, but sometimes it was difficult. Especially with some technological items that Winnie herself wasn't even completely educated on.

She picked up a few things she deemed would be useful for hosting her guest, bandages, hygienic stuff and a burner phone. Winnie was about to go pay for the items when she froze, eyes widening in fear. Shit. Becca was working tonight.

“Darling, are you alright?” The vampire’s voice was gentle. Astarion noticed Winnie’s fear and placed a hand on her shoulder before looking over to what had her tense. At the cash register was a tall skinny woman with long red hair, round red glasses and a face full of freckles. There was a black visor around her neck with a name tag attached along with several different round pins, most notable ones being a colorful pin with a pattern of pink and blue with a purple line in between and a second pin with what looked like a mind flayer on it. She wore a casual blue dress and didn't look the least but intimidating so Astarion was rather puzzled as to what had Winnie's heart pounding so wildly.

Becca was probably the closest thing Winnie had to a friend these days, considering practically all her peers from high school had ran off to start their own lives (the fucking plebs) and the two were able to bond a bit over a common interest in video games. See where this is going? Becca was a gamer. A rather devoted gamer who was always quick to snatch up any of the hot new triple A releases. Winnie turned back to look at Astarion before quietly whispering, “when we go up to the counter do not say a word, okay?”

“Why?” Astarion asked.

“I'll explain it later, just stay quiet please.” She said before the two walked up to the register. Becca glanced up from the magazine she was looking over and smiled. Astarion held the small of Winnie’s back and stayed close to her. He was still not sure why Winnie was so frightened of this very simple looking woman. Though looks could be deceiving. She could be some kind of shapeshifter in disguise!

“Winnie! I didn't think you'd be stopping by tonight.” Becca said in a cheerful tone.

“Hey Becca!” Winnie greeted in a tone as perky as she could muster. “I…Just needed to pick up a few things I was running low on.” She said handing over the items. Becca’s blue eyes looked over Winnie’s face as she scanned the supplies.

She noticed her nervousness, but didn't seem too concerned. Winnie was known to get anxious quite easily. But then she noticed the male standing next to her and hummed. Becca noticed the white curls peeking out from under the hoodie he wore and took a long look at his very pretty face. He seemed very familiar, but she couldn't for the life of herself figure out why.

“Winnie,” She spoke up in a playful tone, “is this your boyfriend? He is cute.” Becca teased with a wink. Astarion couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

“A-Ah! N-No! We're just friends!” Winnie said, getting very embarrassed. Astarion suddenly snapped his head towards her, a bit shocked at her words.

WHAT?!

Winnie ignored him the questioning looks he was giving her. She leaned over towards Becca. “I'm just helping him out. He's really really shy….” Winnie muttered to her. Astarion stood there arms crossed as he glared at Winnie slightly, eyebrow twitching.

“Oh, okay.” Becca responded, scanning and bagging up Winnie’s things. “That'll be 29.50.”

Winnie paid for the supplies before walking out, Astarion stomping after her. She put the bags into the trunk of her motorcycle before she finally acknowledged his glaring.

“What?” She asked.

“Just friends? After everything we've been through, you and I are just friends?!” Astarion almost hissed out, but his tone sounded far more hurt than angry.

“We literally just met a few days ago.” Winnie said, a bit confused. She backed up a bit, flinching at his tone.

“I wasn't lying when I said I fell in love with you over and over! I..I…Did something happen? Do you not like me anymore?” His voice sounded a bit hoarse. Winnie’s heart shattered as she noticed he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Astarion…” She said softly before approaching him. “I do like you. I like you a lot, but you don't really know me ... .The person in the game, the brave strong beautiful adventurer. That's not me.”

Astarion huffed, trying to blink away the glassiness of his eyes.

“I fell in love with the sweet person who saved me, nothing else matters!” He took her hands in his. “Please…I want to be with you…”

“Honey, you don't even know my birthday.” Winnie said with a sad smile. “And I….I'm really not sure. I know everything was probably quite real for you, but to me it was like I was just a spectator. Someone enjoying a good story. Hell I've never even kissed anyone in real life so the idea of jumping into a serious relationship out of nowhere is honestly terrifying…” Winnie said and looked off to the side. The silver haired male took a moment to regain his composure, wiping one of his eyes.

Winnie thought for a moment before looking back at him and gently squeezed his hands.

“Look, I don't have a lot of experience in this, but maybe we could start over? I could court you, maybe?”

“Oh….Y-Yes…Yes that would make me very…happy…” The vampire blinked away his tears before mustering up a smile. Winnie released his hands, before hesitantly moving in closer. She thought about going in for a hug before she noticed him lean closer, lips puckered.

Quickly she stopped his mouth with her index finger.

“I'm…Not ready for that just yet…” She said with a sad smile as he pulled back.

“Of course, apologies…I misunderstood.” He said feeling a bit embarrassed. Winnie quickly decided to just pull close for a hug before anything else happened. Astarion relaxed a bit, taking comfort in her embrace, and quickly wrapping his arms around her. It was difficult. His relationship had now practically been set back to stage one.

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After Astarion had calmed down and the two of them left the Corner Store. Winnie decided to keep her word about beginning a courtship with her flamboyantly fanged friend. The night was still young and a date was the perfect excuse for Winnie to stop somewhere to look for something edible to sate her own hunger. Unfortunately there was little the pale elf could enjoy at such establishments, but Winnie did have one idea.

Astarion looked over Winnie’s shoulder, his eyes widened in awe at the bright lights of the city. It was rather beautiful, making the night much more pleasant and allowing him to see so much more color than he usually would at this time.

Winnie eventually stopped, bringing the motorcycle to a halt as they arrived at a large pleasant smelling building. The air was filled with the scent of meat and other savory dishes.

Winnie got off the bike before quickly adjusting the hood on Astarion's head, making sure his ears were not visible. Winnie then took her vampiric companion inside before ordering a table for the two. She sat across from him in a booth, looking down at her hands shyly.

“I know it might be hard to believe with my charms and devastatingly good looks, but I've actually never been on a date before, not a real one anyway.” Astarion chuckled a bit.

“What about before you were turned? Surely you'd have been on a date then?” Winnie frowned.

“Perhaps, but I can't exactly remember much from before. It might as well not have happened.” He sighed, looking off as a waitress walked towards the table. She was rather beautiful, long blonde hair, blue eyes, a waspy waist and thick curves in all the right places.

“What can I get you both?” She asked.

“Oh, something full bodied and red.” Astarion said and looked back at Winnie.

“Red wine and a pinjacolada please.” Winnie said as she glanced up at the waitress, eyes staring enviously at her nearly perfect bodice.

“Ah and some fried chicken fingers, and um….Can you get maybe get us an extremely rare steak?” Winnie asked feeling a bit clumsy and embarrassed about how her last line was worded.

“An extremely rare steak?” The waiter looked at Winnie like she had grown a second head.

“I don't know if we're allowed to-”

“Be a dear, and fetch me something as bloody as possible won't you beautiful?” Astarion turned towards the waitress, his tone dripping with charm, his ruby red eyes almost hypnotic as he gave her a flirtatious wink.

The waitress’s face turned bright red.

“Y-Yes! Yes of course!” She sputtered, a giddy grin spreading across her face. Winnie felt a twinge a jealousy shoot through her. She understood why he did that, but it didn't make it feel any better. The pudgy female took out her cellphone as Astarion began to ramble on about something. Something about how dull all of the people here seemed, and how abhorrent their attires were.

Winnie began looking on Tumblr, noticing a notification about TheRespectfulBard posting a new BG3 fanfiction. Though something else caught Winnie's eye as she skimmed through the Bard’s blog. Apparently the bard was also looking for a mod that had been recently removed from the Nexus Mod page. However the modification they were looking for happened to be a mod that added a few new overpowered attacks to the game. Winnie quickly looked through the comments and reblogs to find someone saying the mod was made by a user named ShadowMommy69.

Oh God…….It was made by a simp…..

“Winnie? Winnie? Are you even listening to me!?” Astarion spoke up, sounding a bit annoyed.

“Ah! Sorry…I got a bit distracted….” Winnie hearted TheRespectfulBard’s post before putting her phone in her pocket.

“Honestly darling if you can't pay attention I might have to find a way to punish you.~” He teased, his hand reaching over to hold hers from across the table.

“Oh shut up.” Winnie rolled her eyes with a grin, her cheeks burning up. Astarion was just eating up all of Winnie’s overly flustered reactions. They were honestly all too cute. He looked at her with soft round eyes, wanting nothing more to plant kisses all over her pudgy little face.

“I've got your order!” The waitress from before brought in their food and drinks. Her hips swayed as she strutted over and set them down on the table. Blue eyes roamed over Astarion’s face and body, though he didn't seem particularly interested. The smell of blood from the meat hit him like a truck, making his mouth water. Winnie immediately began to nibble on her chicken, but her eyes were glued on that woman.

“I hope you both enjoy…. Especially you.~” The blonde said, seductively running a finger over Astarion's chest, making him stiffen.

“Um lady he doesn't like to be touch-” Winnie tried to object, though her mouse like voice was completely ignored.

“I'm getting off at ten just so you know.” She winked at him before wandering off. Winnie glared at her strutting form.

“Creepy bitch…” She muttered under her breath. That skank was so not getting a tip. Astarion cleared his throat before dusting off the front of his jacket, acting as if the waitress had got him dirty.

“Well, now that that's over. I think I have something to attend to.” His looked down at the streak which was practically dripping with blood.

Winnie bit her lip. She wouldn't lie. This was a bit gross.

Winnie grabbed her drink, slowly sucking it down as she attempted to ignore the vampire in front of her, cutting up the steak and sucking the blood off. She couldn't imagine what was probably going through the head of any on lookers.

“Oh my God he is so fucking hot.” Winnie’s ears perked up at the waitress’s voice as she gossiped with her friends.

“Who's girl with him? Think they're together?”

“Fuck no! Have you seen her? Probably his sister or something.”

Winnie rolled her eyes and glanced back at her food. She didn't really feel very hungry anymore. She looked down at her stomach. The round, plumpness of it made her feel so disgusting. It wouldn't be long before Astarion realized he had more options. Better looking options.

“Are you alright my sweet?” Astarion's concerned voice brought her gaze back up.

“I'm fine I guess…A bit tired if I'm honest…” She said tapping her fingernails to the table.

“Well then, perhaps we should get you home so you can get your beauty rest hm? Not that you need it of course! You're already the most beautiful person here.” The elf said sweetly.

“Yeah, let's go.” Winnie nodded, the two left their table and Winnie payed for the food at the register. She side eyes the waitress from before who was still gossiping with her friends. Winnie turned ready to head out the doors before she was suddenly snatched up by Astarion.

“I just want you to know once we get home. I am going to make you scream my name.” He said, his husky voice purposely raised loud enough for everyone to hear. Winnie immediately buried her embarrassed face into his neck. Despite being ready to faint she also couldn't help but let out a series of giggles at his bluntness.

The waitress from before looked over with a shocked and frankly pissed expression. The vampire smirked slightly before tugging Winnie outside.

It was around eleven o'clock when they arrived back home. Winnie got off her bike with a yawn before looking over at Astarion who's hood had once again fallen off due to the motorcycle ride.

Since they were home though, she saw no point in fixing it again.

“I think that was an absolutely delightful first date, my love.” Astarion said as the two walked over towards the front door. “Don't you agree?”

“Shit.” Winnie stopped in her tracks.

“Oh come on! It wasn't that bad! Actually I don't think it was bad at all!” Astarion crossed his arms with a scoff.

“No! Shit!” She pointed at the front door which was cracked open about two feet.

“Oh, oh dear.” The vampire exclaimed before his companion rushed inside. He quickly followed after her as she zoomed into her bedroom.

“Maddie!? Maddie!” She called looking under the bed and in her closet before checking the bathoom. Astarion went into the bedroom and inhaled, trying to pinpoint the scent of the sweet little kitten’s blood. Was it nearby? However, his red orbs suddenly shot open at the echo of barking coming from outside.

“Maddie!” Winnie cried in fear.

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Note from The ChaoticDruid: Been so hyped to get this chapter out! We have a lead on who caused Astarion to suddenly become sentient and it looks like a Shadowheart lover lol. A Shadowheart simp if you will! Also I know a lot of people would probably think Winnie's crazy for not wanting to jump right into a serious romance with Astarion, but I just feel like there are some things we'd love to fantasize about, but might not be too sure about in real life. Besides the girl is very romantically awkward. If anyone has any ideas on how to hide Astarion's ears better I'm open to suggestions, oh and PLEASE tell me what you think of the chapter! I love hearing all the comments about stuff, really makes my day.

Also fuck, Maddie's in danger! Somebody do something!

Taglist: @astarioffsimpmain , @iamsexytrash , @tiedyedghoulette , @hp-art-studio , @gaymistakeboi @the-disaster-in-waiting

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I Wanna Be Yours (Pt. 2) - Eyes on Me

Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Male Masturbation/Handjob, Voyeurism, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Graphic Descriptions of Genitalia, Swearing Word Count: 1.1k+

Author's Note: Part 2, baby let's goooo. This chapter describes König's perspective of what happened during the spicy segment in Part 1. 🫣

Part 1 (18+)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“I’ll be right back,” König muttered. He slowly rose from his chair, his steely eyes trained on Ghost as the giant made his way around the corner. He sprinted into the bathroom, stripping himself down and showering as quickly as possible. König’s ivory skin was rubbed raw before he turned the faucet off. He nearly slipped when he stumbled out into the hall, a towel wrapped around his waist. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. You were gone…and so was Ghost. The sound of a door lock clicking quickly grabbed his attention. König clenched his fists, finding himself unable to move.

He took you. That motherfucker Ghost stole you away the minute he disappeared. König swung his foot in front of him before briskly pacing back and forth. He knew he shouldn’t have come on so strong earlier. He shouldn’t have left you alone with the skull-faced lieutenant.

Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t.

König wanted you…all of you. Wanted to feel your fingers drift down his neck as he kissed you tenderly. Wanted to take in your scent while he kept you snug against his side on the couch. Wanted to watch you unravel beneath him as he filled you to the brim with his thick cock over and over. He shook his head, pulling himself from the heavy fog of his thoughts.

König licked his lips, his muscles tensing beneath his goose-bump ridden skin. He felt dizzy, the room spinning around him like a twisted carousel. The tall man stumbled forward, his feet padding against the cold floor. His breath hitched when he heard a faint gasp from behind a door nearby, followed by the sound of wet lips colliding together. He stepped closer to the door, wincing when a floorboard creaked beneath his heavy footsteps. The sounds didn’t yield as he cautiously approached.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” König heard Ghost drawl. He felt his heart crack when he heard a soft “me too” follow the lieutenant’s words. It was your voice.

König’s eyes widened, a hurricane of emotions colliding in his chest. He stumbled back, his large hand clutching his sternum. He felt sick, his stomach twisting and churning as his breathing grew ragged.

“This isn’t happening,” he thought as he squeezed his eyes shut. Another few sentences were hummed past the other side of the door. One word that was keened out from your plush lips caused his eyes to snap open.

“Simon”.

König felt the fiery blaze of rage course through his veins. He could only imagine what the other masked man was doing to you. The sound of gasps and clothes shuffling suddenly made his cock stiffen. The indistinguishable groan of the bed creaking as Ghost set you down sent him into a hazy spiral. He closed his eyes as his fingers delicately played with the hem of his towel. König pictured you spread out below him, your plush thighs spread apart as he nipped at your pulse. You mewled, causing his cock to jump beneath the wet fabric.

“Scheiß,” he hissed when he saw the prominent bulge threaten to poke out. A thought suddenly crossed his mind. No-he couldn’t…shouldn’t.

Right?

“Y-Yes,” your voice called like a siren’s.

Fuck.

His mind snapped beneath the weight of his arousal, shattering into a thousand pieces as he lunged forward and clutched the doorframe. His towel fell to the floor as he snatched his cock in his tight grip. In König’s mind, his mouth was pressing open mouth kisses on your soft cunny, his warm tongue lavishing your sensitive folds as he savored your honeyed juices. You’d let him play with your swollen clit, his thumb drawing tight circles around and around while you threatened to suffocate him with your thighs.

“Please, Simon,” you cooed. König’s lips curled into a ferocious sneer, his hand fervently pumping his throbbing length.

“Nein-‘König’,” he muttered as he swiped his thumb across the dripping head of his cock. His head fell forward as he imagined one of his hands splayed across your lower stomach, the other wrapped around his member like it was now. Groans bubbled up from König’s broad chest, his giant form hunched over as he squeezed at the base of his dick. Your pants and moans only fueled the lewd image, causing König to whimper.

“Pussy already feels so good-fuck, can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on,” Ghost’s gruff voice uttered. König began to thrust his hips into his palm, another piece of his fantasy coming into light: Ghost, bound to a chair, watching him eat you out like you were the most succulent fruit. The man would strain against the rope as he watched your face twist and body writhe with ecstasy. Oh, how broken the man would be. The thought made him suck in a sharp breath, his heavy balls twitching and aching for release.

“Slow down,” he thought to himself as he merely kept his length snug in his grip. Fuck, he was burning up, his entire body raging like a furnace. He was about to let his hand fall to his side, but something stopped him.

“K-Keep going,” you cried out. König let out a quiet growl before jerking himself off at a brutal pace. His head fell back while his other hand came down to fondle his bulbous testicles.

“Ich bin so nah dran,” the Austrian groaned. His vision felt blurry as he kept stroking towards the precipice of his orgasm. The muscles in his stomach were so tense, tying around each other in a searing knot. “Yes, yessss,” König whined as he bucked into his hand, his breathing stuttering as he anticipated cumming with you. But then….silence.

His eyes shot open, hand now gently caressing his length. He listened, and waited…

“I want to hear you scream my name when you cum on my cock,” Ghost rumbled. König’s hand twitched, the fiery tension in his stomach threatening to burn him alive. He squeezed his cock, rubbing the hot length swiftly.

“Don’t pay attention to him, Maus,” he murmured to himself. König’s sapphire eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he pictured you coquettishly gazing up at him, your pussy soaked and tight hole ready to be fucked open. “Eyes on me,” König growled as he imagined taking your chin and guiding your attention back to him. You moaned, sending a shockwave of pleasure ripping through his spine. He could see your cute pussy trying to greedily suck him in. Your hands would fly up to his shoulders, your nails digging red crescents into his taut muscles.

“Feels so good-so full,” you sighed. König chuckled.

“That’s right: only I can fill you like this, liebling,” he rumbled. Your jaw would go slack when his thick head hit your cervix, the front of his muscular thighs pressed against the back of yours. You’d feel divine wrapped around him: a perfect, wet sleeve for his girthy dick. He’d look down where your sexes were joined, mesmerized by how well you’ve taken him. König breathed out a puff of hot air before thrusting his hips forward. Your moans and pants, as well as the bed creaking and slamming against the wall, was a gorgeous symphony in his lewd, vivid fantasy.

“Fuck, look at you-taking all of me so well,” he moaned, his other hand coming back down to cup and caress his sac. The massive soldier could feel the white hot pleasure begin to rise like a volcanic eruption as he pictured you arching your back, your walls hugging him oh so deliciously. He became so lost in his blissful fantasy that he didn’t realize he’d stumbled backwards, his footsteps reverberating across the thin walls. A bright red crossed his face as he neared his release.

“Simon,” you keened. König could hear the squelching that came from the room, how your wet sex welcomed the lieutenant’s cock. He bit his lip, nostrils flaring as he gripped his shaft.

“Look at me, schatz. Look at me when you cum,” he snarled. He pumped his fist around his cock a few more times before he heard you scream Ghost’s real name. König couldn’t stop the searing wave of pure bliss that suddenly shot through his body.

“(Y/N),” a raspy moan escaped his lips as he came undone. He shuddered as he felt rope after rope of his warm cum paint his stomach and palm. König’s chest rose and fell as he gasped for air, his head still swimming as the last spurt of his seed splashed against the divots of his abs. His mind was suddenly filled with clarity.

He just jerked off to you getting fucked by another man.

Panic rushed over him as he snatched his towel, quickly cleaning off some of the cum that dripped onto the floor. He hastily wrapped it around his hips before clumsily sneaking back into his room. König winced when the door creaked shut. He dragged his hands over his face, a million thoughts racing through his mind. König threw himself onto the bed, landing on his back. His breathing stuttered as he tried to calm himself. He was fairly quiet, and the door was shut, so there’s no way for them to know he was there…right? König tossed and turned, unable to find solace in his own thoughts. He groaned as he turned himself over, then gasped as arousal rippled through his body. König hesitantly looked down and swallowed thickly, having to deal with a whole new issue.

He was hard again.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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l-e-e-woso · 2 years

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I know your requests are closed but could we please have Alexia and this prompt you reposted: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” This with your writing would be the absolutely best

Please Mi Amor - Alexia Putellas

Italics = Spanish

WARNING! MENTIONS; SWEARING, CANCER AND BLOOD

Prompt 9 - “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

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It was a Champions League final against Chelsea and unfortunately Alexia wasn’t playing due to her not being ready to play due to her injury, but her last name is still being displayed on the field by her wife, you, Y/n Putellas.

When the both of you did play on the field together you were an unstoppable force that nobody liked getting in the way of. Alexia and you were the best duo when on the pitch together. Everyone loved when you and Alexia would act cute with each other in front of the fans giving them the content that they wanted.

Apparently, Chelsea’s defenders were being really brave in this particular match and were throwing themselves into you. Every time one of the Chelsea girls tried to foul you the Barca fans would start booing them and suddenly cheer when you would outmanoeuvre them.

All of a sudden as you ran past Jess Carter into the penalty box, she slides tackled you from behind making you fall to the floor holding your foot which Jess had caught with her studs.

You could hear your teammates shouting at Jess as Barca’s medics looked at your foot and fortunately you were fine to play on.

Barca was awarded a penalty that you would take. You took the ball spinning it before placing it on the Penalty spot before taking two steps backwards and to the left. Taking a deep breath, you slowly run up to the ball and you slot it into the lower left corner, the goalkeeper dives the wrong way. The ball goes in! It’s now 2 - 0 to Barca!

You run over to the side where Alexia is sitting, you point at her and make a heart with your hands. “Let’s fucking goooo!” You shout as your teammates all hug you before returning to their positions.

In the 20th minute Aitana scores a beautiful goal with an assist from none other than yourself.

It was the 36th minute Geyse backheels the ball backwards towards Caroline who shoots and scores perfectly.

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Currently it was the 80th minute and Barca was holding the lead 4 - 0. Chelsea was becoming sloppy with their tackles and you had this bad feeling that someone was going to get seriously hurt.

You were running down the left to cross the ball into the penalty box to Keira who was in the box ready and open for the ball. Just as you went to kick the ball Jess Carter came running into you knocking you over on to your back.

The ball had gone out for a throw-in, in favour of Barca which you would have taken if you weren’t gasping for air while laying on your back. The closest people from your team came rushing to you, which were Keira and Frido.

“You alright?” Keira says as she places a hand on your arm to check on you. “J-just need a m-min-” You get cut off by a shooting pain in your mid-section which causes you to groan in pain.

The ref motions for the medics to come on to check if you are alright. They quickly walk on as they get to you both Keira and Frido step back, so they have room to examine you.

The medics check you out and decide to try to get you to stand up, which you somehow do successfully, they tell the ref that you're fine to play on.

The game resumed.

You were running as fast as normally did and you bumped into one or two Chelsea players by accident. Suddenly you break out into a coughing fit and grab on to the closest person who happened to be Guro Reiten.

Guro holds you up right as you cough and suddenly there is blood all over the front of Guro’s kit which makes her eyes widen. “MEDIC!” Guro shouts as loud as she can as you collapse to the ground with blood trickling out your mouth.

That was the last thing you heard before you passed out on the ground.

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All everyone could see was both Barca and Chelsea medics run onto the pitch over to where you collapsed. The fans and most importantly Alexia could tell something was seriously wrong because medics never ran no matter what.

The next thing you know Alexia was shouting to Jona to let her on the pitch to see if her wife was alright, he nodded and Alexia ran onto the pitch. She knew that she should not run due to her injury but honestly, she couldn’t care less at that moment because you were hurt.

As Alexia got over to where the medics were and gasped as she saw you passed out on the floor with blood tickling out your mouth. “What the fuck are you doing? Why isn’t she on a stretcher on the way to the hospital already?” Alex shouts at the medic team as Mapi comes over and pulls Alexia into a hug to attempt to calm her down.

Suddenly people come over with a golf cart that has a stretch on and you get loaded on to it.

“Finish this game and meet us at the hospital, okay?” Alexia says to her teammates as her hands shake nervously for the outcome of what happened to you and she quickly runs over to get into the ambulance with you.

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Alexia had been sitting in the waiting room for half an hour when the Barca girls turned up, just as they went to ask Alexia if you were okay the doctor came over. “Family of Y/n Putellas.” The doctor says which makes Alexia stand up and go over to him as tears roll down her face. “Yeah, I’m her wife.” Alexia says as her voice sounds hoarse from the crying.

“There is no easy way to say this, but Y/n has lung cancer. The only option for Y/n is to get a full lung transplant which she has a 50/50 chance of surviving. On the other hand, if Y/n doesn’t get it she will only have about a week to live. We do have a set of lungs ready for a transplant, we just need your written permission to go ahead with the transplant.” The doctor tries to explain as fast and clearly as possible so he can get back to the operating room.

“Dios mio…yes, I’ll sign.” Alexia says as she tries to hold it together as much as she possibly could in this situation. The doctor hands Alexia the paperwork to sign which she does quickly. “I’ll come and update you as soon as Y/n is out of surgery.” The doctor says before rushing off to the operating room.

Alexia then collapses into the chair behind her and rests her head in her hands as she sobs. She could not handle losing you, you are the love of her life and she hadn’t told you yet but all the IVF treatment she had been doing was working, she had taken a pregnancy test this morning, it had come back positive 5 times. The thought of losing you when you were just starting your family made Alexia feel…heartbroken.

The Barca girls gathered around Alexia and brought her into a group hug. “I can’t lose her…” Alexia sobs into Mapi’s shoulder as she was the main person hugging her. “I’m pregnant…I only found out this morning, I didn’t tell Y/n and now she might never know.” Alexia says which shocks all of the Barca players, but they don’t say anything.

“Look, Y/n will be fine. How about you take a nap and we will wake you up when the doctor comes back?” Lucy says as she rubs Alexia’s shoulder trying to console her in some way. “Okay.” Alexia sighs as she uses the sleeves of her hoodie to wipe away her tears.

After about 15 minutes of trying to get comfy Alexia eventually falls asleep with her head resting on Mapi’s shoulder.

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It was about 5 hours later when the doctor came over to inform Alexia about Y/n, Mapi woke up Alexia and pointed towards the doctor. “The doctor is here Ale.” Mapi says as she wraps an arm around Alexia’s shoulder just in case the news about Y/n isn’t good news.

“The transplant went well, Y/n is currently in the intensive care unit which is where she will be kept for around a week so we can monitor her and keep a closer eye on her. I will give you a leaflet which will explain the whole recovery process. I will warn you; Y/n is in a coma. We estimate that she will be like this for a week or two, but it varies from person to person. Only Alexia can go into the ICU because none of you are legally classed as family.” The doctor explains to Alexia and her fellow teammates then he hands Alexia the leaflet before walking off.

“Oh, thank god!” Alexia says as tears roll down her face in relief because you were alive. “I’m going to go see Y/n.” Alexia tells the Barca girls as she stands up to go to your ICU room.

_____________After Six Weeks______________

Alexia’s baby bump was slightly noticeable now and she was waiting for you to wake up from your coma to find out the gender because having a gender reveal was something the both of you had always wanted to do together.

Alexia was sitting next to your hospital bed in the normal hospital room and was holding you hand as she looked at you sadly, she just wished that you would finally wake up. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. Please mi amor…” Alexia says as a tear or two rolled down her face then suddenly she felt something squeeze her hand, it was you.

She looked up from your intertwined hands to your face and saw your eyes fluttering trying to adjust to the bright light. “Dios mio! You're awake! Mapi, get the doctor!” Alexia yells at Mapi, who jumps up from where she was asleep and runs to get the doctor.

The doctor comes in and does tons of checks on you then takes the breathing tube out your mouth and puts an oxygen thing on you that goes over your ears into your nose. After a while the doctor eventually leaves all of you to talk.

Alexia comes over to you and smiles at you. “Hi mi amor.” She says affectionately as she kisses your cheek. “Hey babe.” You smile brightly back at her and squeeze her hand that you were once again holding.

“I know this will be a little bit of a shock, but you know how we were doing the IVF treatment?” Alexia asks you as she runs her thumb over the back of your hand as a habit she had.

“Yeah…wait…no way! You’re pregnant? We're going to be parents!” You say excitedly and pull Alexia into a loving kiss.

____________Three Years Later______________

Unfortunately, you could no longer play football but you were now the assistant coach for the Barcalona Women's team which Alexia and the rest of the team were very excited about.

Alexia and you ended up having twins, one boy and one girl. Their names were Andres Jaume Putellas and Mia Elisabet Putellas. Nala was also still around but you did get another bigger dog, a Dogue do Bordeaux also known as a French bullmastiff and he was called Buster.

Alexia had also become the first women or man to win the Ballon D’or five consecutive times. She is now thinking of retiring to finally have time to spend time with her family.

Overall, you could say that you could say that you and Alexia got your very happy ending.

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my-soupy-brain · 10 months

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Hey! I just wanted to say I love your writing! I have a request that maybe you could explore some? I’d love to know if Ted would be into plus size/ curvier women? Being an American from the south, maybe he’s all about it ? I totally imagine him as a boob guy

As a "cushiony" girl myself, I applaud the HELL out of this prompt. And I think Ted, specifically, is the type of man who'd love it. First, he falls in love with PEOPLE, not bodies. But second, he'd love having someone to snuggle up to and hold and be warm with. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warning: Light smut

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Your first week at Nelson Road was...intense.

Orientation is one thing. Getting to know the team and the staff is another.

Working in an office with a super model, now that's a whole bag of things on its own.

The first month went by without a hitch. You got the hang of things. People were starting to know your name.

Your second month, you and Keeley had become mates. Going out for coffee, girl-talking together. You got to spend more time with Rebecca Welton, the owner of the team, and she was a walking goddess that made you feel seen.

"You're quite funny, y/n," she said one day, enjoying tea (and your coffee) in her office. "What a breath of fresh air you bring to the office."

As you smile and thank her, Ted Lasso walks in the room, whistling a tune.

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know I was interrupting girl talk, I'll come back later," he mutters, looking around nervously.

"Ted! Don't be silly. Have you had a chance to meet y/n yet?" Rebecca starts, her hand motioning to you on the couch.

"I, ah, think we met my first week. But that was ages ago it feels like," you stammer, offering your hand. "I'm y/n. It's great to meet you, Coach Lasso."

"Aw, please, call me Ted. Ain't no need for formalities," he says, smiling wide.

Your eyes sparkle at him. He's so handsome. Built like a real man, tall and broad. His hair styled neatly, a combed and trimmed mustache. His sweater is rolled up at the elbows, showing off his muscular forearms.

"y/n was just telling us about her first time drinking tea here," Keeley jokes. "Had the same reaction you did."

"You didn't like it, huh?" he asked. You shake your head. "No. Spit it out all over the shopkeep where I picked up my first cup, sad to say. It was no McDonald's coffee burn, but I'm sure it didn't feel good."

Ted laughs at this, getting the McDonald's reference.

"Well shoot, nice to have another American around the office," he says brightly. He offers his hand again. "I'll see ya around. Bye, ladies!"

When he leaves you blush. You try to tamp it down though because whatever would you offer a man like him?

As weeks go by though, you and Ted get along. You both like coffee, so big win there. You both love barbecue, and he's over the moon to talk about it with someone who appreciates it like he does. You share similar tastes in movies, music... you name it.

One day, Ted stops by your office to ask some questions about a promotion for the team you and Keeley are working on.

As you spin around to greet him, your blouse catches on the corner of your filing cabinet, and the chest pops open a couple buttons.

"Oh, shit!" you exclaim, but before you can crouch to pick them off the floor, Ted's already at your feet.

When he finds them, he kneels and his eyes track from your ankles to your curvy torso to your chest -- which is now a bit open with a lacy red bra underneath, holding your ample breasts. And then your eye line. You almost snicker to see he's blushing.

"Uh, here ya go, miss," he offers, placing the buttons in your hand.

You realize your blouse is still hanging open, and you quickly clutch it.

"I'm so sorry, Ted, that was my fault," you stammer, avoiding his eyes. He can sense your nerves.

"It's OK, y/n. Honest. Maybe those buttons just weren't up for the job anymore," he jokes, his hands in his pockets. You laugh with him.

"Say, some of us are goin' out to Crown & Anchor tonight for a drink, you wanna join us? Get a real taste for club gossip?"

You smile widely. "I'd love that."

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By the end of the workday, you're eager to grab a drink and unwind. You've safety-pinned your blouse for the time being, and while the fabric strains, it seems to work.

"Why don't you just ask her out," you overhear Beard chiding.

"Naw, a woman like that ain't go nothin' she wants with me," Ted says, waving him off. Your stomach drops a little at who the lucky lady might be. When Ted sees you approaching, he hushes Beard's conversation.

"y/n! Glad you could make it! Slide on in," he says, making room in his booth.

You sit down and take a breath. "Good to be here. Where's everyone else?"

Beard points to an area where folks are dancing. "Roy and Keeley are hittin' the dance floor," Beard says with a laugh. "Amateurs."

You look quizzically at him and then at Ted.

"Thanks again for finding my buttons. I appreciate the emergency help," you joke. Ted nods and takes a drink of his beer. "No problem."

Beard stands up and stretches. "Well, I gotta call Jane. She wants to go to some planetarium tonight and take mushrooms. I told her I'd be her watch."

Ted chuckles, always a new story with Jane. Beard makes eyes at Ted, as if to encourage him into something. Ted shakes his head quickly but quietly so you don't see. But you do.

"See ya later, Beardo," Ted says, and you wave goodbye.

When Ted turns to you, his arm is over the back of the booth, and it feels intimate in a way you didn't expect, your heart hammering in your chest a little.

Ted takes a breath, and you smile at him warmly.

"Do you wanna dance?" Ted asks. "It's been many years for my two left feet but you look so nice, I feel like I should show ya off."

You blush wildly, and take another drink of your cocktail. "I'd love to."

Ted leads you both to the dance floor, where Keeley and Roy have peeled off somewhere else, probably making out in an alley. Good for them.

You're not a great dancer but you have fun together when the Electric Slide comes on. Ted's eyes watching your ass, the way you shake your hips, the way your breasts bounce in your blouse. He adjusts the neck of his sweater as he warms up.

"You can feel it, it's electric!" you sing along, laughing with him.

When the song ends and a slow song comes on, you wipe the sweat from your brow and start to leave the dance floor, but Ted grabs your hand and pulls you back.

"One more?" he asks.

You blush and accept, feeling a little self-conscious to have his hands on your wider, fleshy hips. As you sway together, your hands around his neck, he stands closer, leaning into your ear and you shiver.

"You're beautiful, you know," he whispers with a deep Kansas drawl. "I don't think you know how beautiful you are."

Your heart is galloping in your chest.

"Before you got here, Beard was tryin' to convince me to ask ya out, but I was intimidated," he starts. You pull back and look in his eyes.

"How in the world would a man like you be intimidated by me?" you ask, truly curious and confused.

Ted quirks a smile under his mustache.

"Because you're gorgeous. Funny as all heck. Smart as a whip. Great taste in food, movies AND music. You've got a great laugh. Kind, and now I find you're a great dancer," he says quietly. "You check all of ol' Ted's boxes."

You smile as you lean closer to him.

"I... thought you were devastatingly handsome when I met you. And getting to know you has only made my crush ten thousand times worse," you say with a giggle. His hands hold you closer, drifting down to the curve of your ass.

"Crush, huh?" he teases. "Well, would ya look at that? Two people crushin' on each other like a couple 'a lovestruck teenagers."

Your fingers brush through the hair on the back of his head now, and he holds you closer.

"I haven't stopped thinkin' about what happened earlier," he whispers again, his voice lower and huskier. "How gorgeous you probably are under all those clothes. Those curves and that soft skin..."

Your lips let out a little moan, the traitors they are.

"Ya wanna go back to my place?" Ted asks a little desperately. As your thigh brushes against him, you can feel his excitement. You nod. "I would like that."

...

You're two steps in the door before he's got his arms around you, leaning in to kiss you properly. His hands coast down your sides, the dip of your waist and your fleshy hips, which he squeezes in a way that makes him groan into your mouth.

"Oh, sugar, I...I don't know what to do with myself," he says with a chuckle. "You've got the body of a goddess."

You shake your head but he grabs your chin to stop you.

"No, honey. I'm serious."

You can't help grabbing his face and kissing him harder. Holding him tighter. Needing him closer.

Your hands make work of the safety pins on your blouse, and the rest of your in-tact buttons, before his hands take over for you.

"I wanna do this, I've been dyin' to see the rest of what's under here," he breathes out. When he slides it off your shoulders, he walks you both back to his bedroom, where you both are in a more dire rush to remove clothes.

The skirt goes, then the heels. The sweater, the undershirt, until you climb into bed and he's hovering over you. You reach to turn off the lamp but he stops you.

"I can turn it off if ya want, sweetheart, but I'd much prefer being able to see ya," he says, leaning in to nibble the soft skin of your neck, down to your chest and the swell of your breasts.

You decide to relent, because Ted Lasso makes you feel desired. He wants this as much as you want this.

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In the morning, you wake to a dreary London day, and Ted snuggled up behind you, his hand on your hip. As you stir, it coasts up and down, then reaches over to your tummy, then to your breasts, then to your shoulder, and then back down to your hip.

"Mmm," he says, his lips curled into a smile with his eyes still closed.

"Nothin' better than wakin' up with a perfect woman in your bed," he mumbles. You smile, turning to look at him.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he says, his hazel eyes opening as he looks at you. "Those eyes, those thighs. Those lips, those hips," he says, leaning in to kiss you softly.

Your eyes feel like they could cry at his words of love and affirmation. His hands travel your body, squeezing and caressing along the way.

"I can't stop touchin' you, darlin'," he laughs to himself. "I just can't. If ya want me to, let me know because I'm basically glued to ya at this point."

You shake your head. "I love it. I never... thought I'd get a chance to..."

He stops you and smiles. "To what? Blow my mind? Turn me into a horny teenager again? Make me never wanna leave this bed?"

His hands go back to work, massaging your body and touching everything he can. You laugh at this, smiling and leaning into his lips.

"I really, really like you y/n," he says quietly, looking into your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear.

"I really, really like you Ted Lasso," you answer.

He leans in to kiss your lips gently, smiling, and pulling you close to his chest so he can keep his hands on you.

"I owe Beardo some money," Ted mutters against your hair, his hand on your breast, touching it gently.

"Why's that?"

"He bet me we'd work out, and I bet him I'd chicken out," he answers. "He won."

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This was longer than I expected but it felt so personal and cute to write. I appreciate this prompt -- and I do think Ted would love this. Love holding you, touching you, all of it. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso smut #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted loves a woman's body full stop #he's alllllll about it

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vallanoux · 3 months

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𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. - 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟑

ps: chapter 3 let's goooo!!!

Lucifer rushes to (name), “hey, are you okay?! What happened? Did someone break in? But that’s- that’s practically impossible! No one would..”

He proceeds to place his hands on her shoulders. His eyes darted from top to bottom, side to side, checking to see if there was anything wrong. He spins the woman around to check her back, and he comes to the conclusion that she was completely fine. At least that seemed to be the case physically.

While Lucifer was fussing over her, (name) was trembling, hands still on her head pulling tightly against her bat ears. Each breath felt like well planned torture––short and erratic. Her puffs of breath sharply punched her throat with each inspiration. And her eyes, once a steady and clear (e/c), were trembling. Lucifer notices this, and he turns her around again to look her in the eye. He reaches for her wrists and pulls them down gently. He settles them on his hands and squeezes them.

“Look at me, (name). You’re fine.” Lucifer mumbles. Then, he adds with a slight jest, “you’re going to tear your ears out if you pull on them that tightly.”

The Broadway talent’s eyes come back into focus. The trembling of her body stills and she focuses her gaze on Lucifer, and the warmth he brought with him.

Her tone was taught and forced when she spoke, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I- I panicked. I am so sorry I disturbed you..”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothes and squeezes her hands tighter. “We all panic sometimes. Don’t worry about it. What matters is that you’re fine, okay?”

“But still-”

“-No, it’s alright. No buts.”

(name) purses her lips and bows her head down. She lifts her gaze up and tries to smile. It comes off as shaky. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to smile. Don’t force it. Really. Just focus on calming yourself.” Lucifer’s thumbs glide over her hands, tracing circular patterns across the back of her palm and the back of her hand.

A comfortable silence floats in the air for a long while before (name) is calm enough to voice herself again. She utters, “I panicked real bad because of my bat ears. I didn’t expect to have them. I didn’t think that I’d change.”

“No one knows what they turn into when they come to hell,” he brings her to look at the mirror, still holding her hands with his. “But I still think you're beautiful all the same. And especially with those very cute bat ears!”

“You think so?” (name) focusses on her reflection on the mirror.

“Oh, I know so.” One of his hands reaches up to pat her on the back. “There there.”

Entranced by her new appearance, (name) is fully focussed on her reflection. She noticed that she still looked mostly human. Upon closer inspection, she clearly sees the small changes her features had undergone. Her eyes didn’t look quite human. Her sclera was nowhere in sight––no pun intended. Rather her entire eye was colored (e/c). And while most of her mouth remained identical to that of a human’s, her fangs were abnormally sharp with her tongue a lot longer than it usually is.

She lolls her tongue out, surprised at how long her tongue could stretch on, “woah..”

“Well that’s definitely a sight.” Lucifer commented, staring at (name)’s reflection with widened eyes. “And it’ll take some time to get used to. Careful not to bite it.”

“No one told me that turning into a demon would suddenly turn me into a walking kink.” (name), for a moment, lets her intrusive thoughts slip, only to immediately regret it right after she finishes the sentence. “UH- Let’s ignore that!”

The Broadway talent quickly turns around, “can you help me see if there’s anything different about me from behind?”

Lucifer nods his head, attempting to ignore her earlier statement and the rising blush on his cheeks, “sure.”

“Oh, maybe your feet! Do you have bat feet?” Lucifer exclaims in realization. "Limbs are usually the most prone to change."

“You’re right,” (name) nods her head.

She lifted her leg up and took off her shoes. Her eyes widened, surprised to see that her feet had changed into that of a bat’s, “huh, you’re right.. You think I have wings too?”

“There's a high chance you do. But they’re not showing.” He places his index finger and thumb on his chin in thought. “Are they hidden? Try focusing on a sensation in your back. That’s how my wings work when they’re hidden. They sort of feel tucked into my back.”

(name) closes her eyes and attempts to feel a foreign sensation on her back. The sensation that Lucifer described was completely accurate. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but it did feel as if something was neatly folded and tucked into her back, itching to push out. Seeing as the Broadway talent had nothing to lose, she lets the feeling loose.

It was a big mistake.

Big, big wings burst right out from her back, painfully bumping right into the walls of the bathroom and sending her jolting face forward right into the ceramic sink. (name) shuts her eyes and covers her face with her hands to brace for impact.

But the impact never came. Lucifer had caught her in his arms. Her face was buried right into the King of Hell’s chest. Soft... Disoriented from the suddenness and sharpness of the incident, (name) dazedly looks up at Lucifer’s eyes and nuzzles into his chest. She had her breath knocked right out of her.

The heat on Lucifer’s cheeks increases tenfold. He looks away and laughs awkwardly. He gives the woman a quick ruffle on the hair and straightens her up into a stable stance, “careful there.”

She blinks at him, and it takes her a moment to realize just exactly what she’s done. She explodes in embarrassment, “Lucifer I am so sorry! I was not in my right mind. If I made you uncomfortable-”

“-You’re good.” He brings his fist to his mouth and coughs, using it as a way to hide his reddened complexion.

(name) sniffles, the last traces of Lucifer’s cologne fluttering and poking right into her nostrils. It was the musky scent of deep, old wood laced with a tease of cinnamon apple pie. God, Lucifer smells delicious. To stop her thoughts from spiraling down to degeneracy, she lifts her hand and bonks her own head softly to get herself back on track.

“Sorry about that.” She looks behind to take a look at her wings. “They’re a lot larger than expected.”

“Bats do have large wings that covers the whole expanse of their body,” he adds lightheartedly. “Can you move them? Are they uncomfortable? No, right?”

“No, they’re fine.” (name) then attempts to move her wings, but to no avail. They hardly moved the way she wanted them to, “damn..”

Lucifer purses his lips together and pats my shoulder, “why don’t we figure this out all tomorrow? It’s already very late. And you, especially you, young lady! You should get some good sleep after a tiring day. I’ll help you figure out all your powers tomorrow!”

“You’re right,” (name) tucks her wings back in, hiding them. “Again, sorry for the late night nuisance. You’re probably really tired too..”

“Nonsense, you’re no bother!” To brighten her sulky mood, he gives her a radiant beam. “Rest well, (name).”

“W- Wait, Lucifer, before you go, I don’t have any clothes, and bringing out those wings really ruined my current ones.” (name) holds what little’s left of her clothes to her chest and turns around to show her completely exposed back. “You have magic, right? Could you possibly summon clothes?”

“Oh gosh, you’re right! I really am a bad host.” Lucifer facepalms. He flicks his staff and (name)'s shredded outfit was replaced with a comfortable, modest nightgown.

(name) frowns at his words, “no, you’re more than good. You’re going through a lot just to accommodate me.”

She looks right into Lucifer’s eyes, bringing out the most genuinity she could––her true emotions, “thank you so much. For everything.”

Lucifer’s face softens yet again, and so does his eyes, “of course. I’ll get going now.”

With a whizz of magic, he teleports, leaving (name) all to herself. Alone again, she sighs and slumps. What a messy, messy day... I better sleep before I think too much about it and get demotivated.

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yayy!! another chapter. next one will be prof. lulu helping mc out <3

also, if you guys see any first person switches, that's because i'm too used to writing in first person :<

#professor lucifer #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x reader x lucifer #hurt comfort #romance

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blucassiopeia · 10 months

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Almost - 1

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot, is this one shot?

a/n: y'all can cuss me on this piece LMAO, more clues, read between the lines and you might pick up more clues

Blaring beats, an ocean of alcohol and drunk people, intoxicating smell, annoying big feet of people not being kind on your own, flirty gestures, incessant stranger grindings, travelling hands.

Ugh.

"Drink."

You shouted at your friend's ear and you didn't wait for her to respond. She's busy with someone else, you doubted she heard you. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bar counter, dodging people along the way.

You were with five friends when you got here, and now, the only friend you're with is dancing and grinding with someone else, leaving you to yourself. You wanted to go home. Why did you even give this bar hopping a chance? You still have reports to finish. You kinda regret having an apartment so close to the nightlife alleys of Osaka.

"Y/n, it's going to be fun, come on!"

"Don't be a KJ. Let's goooo~"

"Unwind, Y/n. Go out there and flirt!"

And the last one just offered you a laugh because she knows you're giving in all the same.

You pursed your lips as the bar counter comes to view. You ran a hand on your bare face and fixed your topー

ーthen you saw that hair you'll recognize anywhere.

Done with this part? Go to part 2.

You stuttered in your steps, the other alcohol creatures blurring, eyesight focused on his hair and built, the expanse of his back. Your breath quickened and your feet turned to the door's direction, heartbeats louder than the bar's music.

"'Samuuuu~ that 'ya?"

Fucking shit.

Out of the door., Y/n.

"'am with friendsss, 'ya know them~"

Fuck. Fuck!

FASTER!

"Oh! One's there! Y/n~"

I'm gonna kill her later., you thought as you turned around. The last thing you wanted to happen is him getting suspicious about you avoiding him and his fucking Miya ego.

Your lip twitched at your friend who's giggling now, making distance from the man, giving you space in between. You unconsciously cleared your throat before settling down, fiddling your fingers as you waited for somethingーanything. Until your friend groaned at your side.

"Two stiffs!" She laughed and wobbled out of her high chair. One hand combing her hair back, she flashed a lopsided smile, can't even see straight. "Alright, 'am gonna dance~ 'Samuu~ keep her company, 'yea?"

Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder as your eyes followed her, not even waiting for Miya Osamu to respond. You let out a shaky laugh as you faced the counter again, the bartender eyeing you from the other end if you might want him to whip you a drink.

"What are 'ya drinkin'?" Really, Y/n? Is that your first line of conversation after so many years?

"Sum'thin' ta get me drunk?" Of course.

You smiled awkwardly at the bartender as he makes his way to your direction, "Can 'ya give me more of his drink?"

"ThーThat's notー" You didn't miss the fast flicker of the bartender's eyes to Osamu for a moment. "That's not a ladies' drink, miss? And it's a mix just e-exclusive for S-sir Osamu?"

You raised a brow at that stuttering from the bartender. "So you're a regular here? And why can't I drink tha' mix? I'm a grown up now. We're both 19."

Osamu scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes reveled at the drinking side-profile of this disgustingly attractive man, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his sip. You saw how his tongue peeked through his lips to lick the smeared mix, you sucked a breath and closed your eyes momentarily as you saw him in Osamu.

"Give 'er 2 of this, Rami. She's a grown up, she says."

"Thought 'ya were stayin' in Miyagi?"

You started a futile topic as you waited for your drink. But futile? Your brows shot up when he side-eyed you while tipping his shot glass to his lips, you nearly smirked. He's still the same old Osamu 2 years ago. Everything about her invites him in.

"Will be stayin' here in Osaka ferーdon'noーtwo weeks? Three?" His fingers ran up and down his shot glass as he stared at it. "Might go see 'Tsumu an' stay with 'im within that period."

You hummed as the bartender, Rami, slid a shot glass of Osamu's mix. "So how was Miyagi?"

"S'okay."

The shot glass was cold to your touch as your fingers ran round the brim. Your eyes were fixed on the red mix inside it, ripples to the edges, as the questionーor more like a rhetoric question or maybe a declarationーsat at the edge of your tongue. And you smiled, chuckled.

"Yer still in love with her."

And without missing a heartbeat, an "I do.", came out from Osamu's lips, and that sealed it.

But how did it came to this?

You can feel his big, calloused hand in yours. It feels light, so as your steps, feels like your skipping on cotton ground and his hand in yours keeps you stable. But no. He suddenly twirled you by his side and your already swirling world spinned a bit more your weight crashed to his still solid posture, a hand on his chest. And Osamu chuckled, and you broke a laugh with him. And both of you will never know how ridiculous the stares you were both getting from passerbys.

His breath whiffs through your face, his forehead leant against yours. In your drunk state, you smiled at how close his face were, his gray locks flickering to blond time again and you were mesmerized.

"I'm hungry." His voice so deep it reached your core and you tapped his shoulder, receiving his message.

The next thing your mind registered was him holding your waist against him, your arms around his neck as you both swayed to a slow music on what seem to you as an aisle of a convenience storeーor is it a pharmacy?

"Yer a hopeless romantic." You heard yourself slurred against his hold, your fingers unconsciously tugged on his golden locks as he kissed the side of your head. "Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer 'ya."

"'am an asshole tha' don' deserved ta be loved."

And you chuckled snuggling to his shoulder for comfort through your swirling surroundings.

Then your consciousness teleported you to your apartment, with someone kissing you and groaning, licking your tongue, his smell so addicting even over the alcohol and he stopped all at once at the sight of your eyes, pulling back.

"Ya smell like alcohol." He slurred, scoffed as he slumped hard at your genkan and untied the straps of your sandals. "Yer heart's gon' burst, hm, Aki-nii-san will kill me."

And you whimpered as he kissed the part of your thigh where your short shorts end. You felt his head buried against both your thighs, hugging it while sniffing. It took a while for you to realize he was crying, it shattered your heart a little so you card hisーwhy is his hair shifting from blond to grayーfuck, alcohol.

"'Am sorry. Shouldn't have left ya that day. Should'a calmed down. Should'a waited fer ya to say sum'thin'. 'Am s' sorry. Please c'me back ta me. Please don' choose 'im. Please. Please choose me 'gain. 'Am beggin' ya."

He suddenly sprang from his feet after ranting those words and crashed his lips against yours vigorously and carried you to God knows where. Your head is spinning and you can't understand what's he sayingーfuck, you could feel his hard-on grazing against your cunt over your shorts at his every step, it made you feral.

You feel him grinding back, pushing you to the fluffy surface on your back. You realized you're already in your bed, clothes off with just your underwear left, hooded eyes clouded with lust pinned on you. He's also naked with just his boxers and you moaned as his pace went faster, your jaw slacked at the pleasure he's giving your body.

"Fuck~ s' good~"

He dipped to your neck and sucked your skin, throaty groans from him tickled your ear straight down between your thighs, gushing juices leaking.

"S' wet fer me. Shall eat ya now, huh?"

You felt your mind slurred and it's trying to focus but the alcohol in your system drags it all over the place, drowned at the pleasure he's giving you, then you felt it. A wet muscle in your slit, licking your clit and sucking that made you moan and hands flying to his hair, tugging it closer. You felt that wet muscle licking your entrance and you gasped as he licked inside and up to your clit again, arching your back at the pleasure. And you don't know but everything just focused on him in a snap, him getting rid of his boxers and taking out his wide girth, your eyes raked from his abs to his face, to his eyes and your eyes widen.

And something snapped in Osamu too as he stared at your wide eyes, the trance of that lethal mix quickly evaporating from his body momentarily. His eyes travelled down to your heaving chest, erect nipples, his hand on your abdomen, pressing, and to your leaking cunt and his own hard meat rod.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His panicked gray eyes flew back to yours, "I'm sorry."

He quickly scrambled away from you, searching for your underwear to wear it back on you, picking his boxers to wear it back too. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

He was quick to change back to his clothes, faster than your mind processing what was happening. When you came to be, all dressed again, he was already gone out of your apartment.

Fuck. What was that?

And Osamu thought about that question too as he made way to the nearby bus stop, padding on his pockets for his phone. His hand was shaking as he dialed through the screen and held it out on his ear, gulping and breath all ragged.

"Where are ya 'Samu? Rami said 'ya already wen' out hours ago all wasted!"

"'Tsumu. Can I sleep beside ya?"

"Haaah?! Waz gott'n inta ya? Drunk bad?"

"Ask him where he is."

But Osamu's emotions went flooding already, long cherished memories reeling back to his mind it made him sob so hard, making him sick and wanted to vomit. He did, and Atsumu heard it.

"Can you go around one more time, Kiyoomi?"

The seriousness of Atsumu's voice over the line, devoid of his usual accent, made Osamu sob hard again, muttering apologies Atsumu can't understand what it is for.

"So, what happened to you?"

With a groggy mind, Osamu blinked the drowsiness away and scanned his surroundings.

It's already morningーor afternoon? And not on his apartment.

He groaned as he heard multiple dings from his phone, resonating with the throbbing in his head. He padded about the mattress to find his phone, but instead he felt a hand on his left. He peeked on the floor and saw Atsumu, lying on a futon staring back at him.

"Can I sleep beside ya?"

Damn, he forgot they just have single beds here at their dorm. How drunk was he.

"'Samu?"

"Yer practice?"

Osamu heard ruffles of the futon as Atsumu sat up, face all irritated. "Yer more important! Ya just got back from Argentina yesterday 'n went straight drinking. What. Happened?"

"Nothing." At last, he got hold of his phone just beside his hip and unlocked it, seeing the topic of the GC. "Nothing happened."

Atsumu just stared at his exhausted twin and sighed. "MSBY's operations and events are transferred to Sendai. Just fer a year or two. Talked ta the management. They can't afford ta lose sum'one like 'im."

Osamu just nodded, mind all clouded with the picture he saw in the GC. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. He'll be happy nun'theless."

"'Tsumu, can ya not look at me with those eyes?"

"Waz jus' worried is all."

"'Am fine."

He's fine. He has to.

Osamu can feel drool seeping from a fabric across his chest. A sleeping feral creature was finally calm as they both napped in the couch. This feral creature wailed and wailed a while ago as her brother was taking a bath with her dad and she just calmed down as Osamu cradled her to his chest, humming her to sleep.

"She really likes you, 'Samu."

Osamu scoffed, his eyes not leaving little Hinata, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of her clothing. "No. She fell asleep because I hummed to her her dada's song."

Ran hummed as she propped her elbow at the back of her couch, gracing her eyes with the sight of her little girl with her bestfriend. Footsteps and grumbling and baby noises came near and her husband kissed her cheek out of nowhere, Takeshi flapping his knuckles on Ran's arm.

"'Samu, first day of classes today right? Take care of Ran and Hinata as usual, okay? Might pick you three up on the way home."

And as if on cue, Hinata squirmed and whined against Osamu's bare chest, waking up to her dad's voice. Osamu was already smiling, peeking on her as she blinked hard, maybe calibrating where she is and when she didn't see her father, she cried. Osamu quickly sat up, supporting her and facing her to her dad who was passing little Takeshi to Ran to hold Hinata.

Osamu passed her to him, placing the cloth she drooled over to his shoulder, and he yawned, poking to Takeshi's cheek who was watching him yawn, chocolate eyes staring. "No ladies for Dada, 'Keshi, okay? Or Mama's gonna sell you for not doing your work."

And Takeshi gripped Ran's collar and hid his face to her neck to which Osamu and her husband chuckled at the sight. Ran immediately cooed while glaring daggers at Osamu, of whom raised his hands on surrender as he walked to his room.

"Take care of 'Keshi."

"Take care of Ran, 'Samu."

Always.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER!?"

"SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE WASー"

He was saved by Ran's knocks, cold water gliding his back, a hand anchoring him to the tiled wall. He was breathing heavy as a memory came to him, he gulped hard. He never had this memory for a while. Maybeー

"'Samu, we're gonna be late." Osamu then went under the shower one last time. "And please, get a girlfriend already so you wont bother 'bating." And her high pitched laugh irritated the hell out of him. He picked his body wash and threw it against the bathroom door, which just intensified Ran's laugh, echoed by cute giggles from Hinata. Osamu groaned. He's gonna go crazy.

Hinata can't stop flapping her arms as she was strapped in Osamu's chest and facing front. Strangers stops and waves hi to the cute little golden pumpkin and be mesmerized by Osamu's shy smile as they head for the culinary class in this certain building in Osaka. Good thing they got permission for bringing babies, and good thing Hinata's a cool baby, as long as she can smell her dada's scentーthat's now became Osamu's perfume, too, and begrudgingly wearing one of his shirts that's a little off for himーand be entertained by her pacifier and new surroundings and strangers.

And Ran can't help grinning at the sight and murmured at his earshot, "You're really good with babies, you wanna go marry and have your own kids?"

Osamu didn't like that idea so he glared at Ran who chuckled and apologized immediately, attempted on relieving him of the baby bag but Osamu held on it tighter and flicked her forehead.

"Behave, or I'll snitch you on Aki-nii-san and Kei, or worse onー"

But Osamu chuckled as he saw Ran glaring back at him so he ruffled her golden hair and held her hand, dragging her to wherever the class will be held.

And you sucked your breath as you saw him again after a year and a half, through the glass partition, with a baby and a golden-haired lady following him. Ran.

Don't enter this room, please don't.

Time was slow but as if mocking you, they really did, with the baby squealing and flapping her arms at the new environment she's in, golden eyes scanning. Your eyes darted to Osamu's steel cold eyes that's already staring back at you, a look of recognition flashed across his face.

And someone hummed, your eyes darted to Ran peeking on you through Osamu's side and she's smiling at you, eyes flickering to you and him. Your breath was heavy as your eyes travelled back to the baby girl with golden baby hairs, and back to Osamu's eyes. How many seconds was frozen? Fuck.

"You know her, 'Samu?"

"No." And it was your turn to be frozen, breathing stopped, everything. "I don't."

"Uhuh?"

You suddenly felt a hand holding yours out for a handshake and you saw Ran beaming at you. "Hi, I'm Ran. This is Osamu, and my baby, Hinata."

You shook her cold hands while still staring at Osamu who has his brows now furrowed, jaw set. You introduced yourself to Ran awkwardly anyway. How could you not? She's warm and obviously oblivious of the tension. You might as well save her the trouble.

This was the first day of the cooking class you enrolled to to curb out the stress you have from studying Law. And here is another stress of its own destructive caliber. It was hard enough to move on from that night, but here he is again, reminding you again of his existence. And is that his baby? She looks a lot like her mom then.

Your hands were colder than the industrial kitchen top as the lecture went on but was warming as you unconsciously played with the baby sitting atop between you and Ran, Osamu on the other side. But the lecture passed by and you noticed the baby staring at you wide eyed, tears welling up, well it actually had fallen already to her chubby cheeks, and her lips quivering, and aww, not making a sound. It broke your heart as you wipe her tears away.

Ran noticed it and was about to reach for her baby but Osamu's reflexes kicked in. He nuzzled the baby's face against his neck quick, curbing an impending tantrum session as he softly hum a tune you didn't know. You suddenly felt guilty but Ran reassured you with a smile and urged you to listen back to the lecture.

"Still not time for milk, 'Samu. Diappy's still dry too."

"Her random naps."

Your face ghosted a slight smile at the conversation.

The whole session was all lecture for today, and the instructor promised you all that it will be a cooking session next, it lifted a bit of your mood. Much more when you stepped out of the building and you saw your boyfriend waiting with some of his teammates. You quickly checked your phone for his messages and smiled apologetically to him.

Oh no. I was that nervous that I didn't noticed him messaging me.

"'Tsumu?"

Your face paled, not that you didn't expect this butーYou closed your eyes to calm yourself.

"Ran! 'Nata!" A big man lugged past you towards Ran. "Surprise!"

"Hey! Baka! You left Takeshi!"

But your eyes and attention were focused on Atsumu, coming out of his car and walking towards you. You were gradually calming as he closed the distance, out for a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Aw, she's not single 'Samu. Andー"

"ーEXCUSE ME? MR MIYA ATSUMU?"

Atsumu groaned at your forehead and you rubbed his back, chuckling at his reaction. "Yer mom brain's acting up. Told ya last week I got back with her. And you were the firs' ta know. Even told ya before 'Samu!"

"Ya didn't~" You heard him mused as he passed the baby to the big man's arm waiting, with also a baby boy in his other arm.

Atsumu growled at Osamu and you patted his chest and smiled. "S'okay, I already know Ran and yer teammates."

You heard a huff, a familiar huff, "Let's go. It's almost milk time."

The others heeded and shuffled at Osamu's words and you felt rejected by Atsumu's own twin, but it wasn't unprecedented, given what had happened. You wonder if he remembers, but no, it didn't matter. It shouldn't.

A hand got yours and you saw Ran beaming at you. "You're staying at Atsumu's? Gonna catch up soonest, okay?" And it's comforting.

"No. You're gon' let her join yer cult! No way!" But Ran just smiled at Atsumu, menacingly at that, that made him shut up and whimpered down his throat, you nearly laughed.

"Plushie! Let's go!"

Ran waved her bye to you but rolled her eyes to Atsumu and Kiyoomi peeking from Atsumu's car's back seat. She skipped her steps to their own car, taking the baby boy in her arms.

"Don't let her join your cult, you'll just teach her how to curse us and make us suffer."

"Excuse me, plushie, but it's not a cult!"

And never once did Osamu bat an eye on you through that whole encounter.

"So Osamu already has kids?"

Kiyoomi was the first to react, snorting while scrolling through his phone. Atsumu was patient though, shaking his head while his eyes are on the road. "They're her husband's, 'f'cors."

"But Osamu?" Husband? She's already married? 18? 19?

Atsumu hummed. "When he married Ran, he also kinda married Osamu in some sense." He snickered, and his little reactions tugging your heartstrings through the gut-wrenching topic. "Marry one, take one."

Your gut twisted more at what he said and how he said it. "B-but, Osamu loves her, right? Does her husband know? Does she know?"

Atsumu glanced at you, the sunset haze flashing through the windows and his blonde locks, and smiled sadly. "Yes, he knows but she doesn't. But that matter is between Ran and Osamu so he can't interfere. And bokkun knows Osamu respects him and his marriage with Ran so there's nothin' to worry about, fer now."

"A hell of a complicated relationship, right?" You heard Kiyoomi commented as you settled the topic, eyes straight through the dash, to the bustling streets of Osaka.

A hell of a complicated relationship huh?

You hummed as you felt a soft, wet touch on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly smiled to his beaming self.

"Leavin' already?" When the sleep finally unlatched from you, you sprang up from the bed, blanket sliding down your body revealing your bare chest, and your head hitting Atsumu in his jaws gaining an Ow. "Yer bento!"

"NoーOwーNo rushing." You bit your lip as you heard Atsumu whine while getting off bed and getting a shirt from his stack of clothes and him sitting at the edge of your shared bed. "Can ya bring me my bento later then?"

You stared lovingly at him as you slid onto his shirt. "Okay." He hummed at your approval and leaned you into him and kissed your forehead, also leaving a lingering kiss on your lips to which made your eyes sparkle. "I love you, 'Tsumu. Take care okay?"

"I love you too, so much, butー" You cocked a brow on him as he flashed a playful smile at you while hugging your waist, thumbs making miniscule strokes. "ーwhat will ya do if I get on an accident? Or die?"

And your loving moment was brushed back to the edge of the room as your mood soured at his question. His smile faltered as he observed your facial reaction. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of how he thought his question affected you.

"Not a good question to start our morning, Atsumu."

"I'm sorry." He whispered it under his breath after a moment of silence and this, this bothered you more than the memories currently reeling in your mind. You kissed his forehead longer than usual.

"Told 'ya 'm not leavin' you again, right?" He nodded against your tummy, eyes on you searching for something it made you run your fingers to his newly dyed hair. "'Am goin' where ya goin'. So if ya don' want me ta die then don't die. Simple."

It's now his turn to sour his reaction, "Yep, not a good topic to start our morning. 'Am sorry." You chuckled as the huffing and pouting 6 foot big baby stood and started walking to the front door with you shadowing him. "'Am gonna see ya later, 'kay?"

But his showering kisses were overbeared by the memories you had prior, and it has been an hour when Atsumu walked out from your shared apartment to his practice. These memories shouldn't wash you away from consciousness but it shook the depths of your soul it made you sob so hard.

You're living in the present, Y/n. Get your shit together.

As you were finishing up Atsumu's bento, your doorbell rang and you wondered who was it as you walked to your door. You opened it up and froze when you saw a smiling Ran, the cutie baby boy from yesterday and.. the stone-cold twin of your boyfriend. Well, stone-cold only to you.

You quickly got back from the trance when you realized you're wearing nothing but Atsumu's shirt. "Come in, make yourself at home!" You called out as you sprinted up to your bedroom to dress appropriately.

"She was crying."

"Huh?"

"Samuuu, how can you not notice it?"

"Didn't care."

"HEY! She's 'Tsumu's girlfriend!"

Silence.

"Ooohh, are you jealous?"

He would never.

You smiled as you fixed the same Atsumu's shirt you wore prior, just now with your undergarments and a short. You walked leisurely to where they are, still standing by the living room, Ran's face all teasing and Osamu's all irritated, and the baby all observant he spotted you first and made grabby hands that caught both their attention.

Ran was all smiles when she relayed the details of her planned gathering, to welcome you to the circle. It's this evening, and they'll be the one cooking. And now, she's gonna drag you to the grocery store to prepare.

"But first, we're gonna drop these bentos okay?"

And you smiled at her and nodded while she's at the passenger seat, the silent Osamu driving to the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals are having their practices. The drive seemed fast for you because you were entertained by little Takeshi beside you, slapping your arm and blabbering baby noises and you cooed in turn, poking his cute chubby cheeks. You were lost momentarily in your thoughts of Atsumu carrying your own little boy, you smiled absentmindedly at the sight of little Takeshi.

And you will never know how Osamu raised his brows while glancing at you and Takeshi in the rear view mirror. He didn't like the look in your face, it made him floored the gas pedal, passing slow cars in a flash. He just realized he did when Ran pinched his thigh and glared at him silently. He shouldn't be distracted like this, but you're making it hard for him.

The dropping of bentos went so fast, it was all Ran talking, you barely talked with Atsumu because he was busy arguing with her about the impromptu gathering later. Her husband waved hi to you across the court, loud voice echoing it made his twins squirm, searching for the source. Little Hinata was in Coach Foster's lap and behaving, but when Ran came to her and kissed her, she cried and Ran mumbled her something that calmed her down instantly.

"'Samu, don't tire her."

You heard those words as you were dragged out of the sports center, Osamu following you both with little Takeshi.

Grocery shopping was a blur as Ran and Osamu's domestic rush was in full display in your eyes, and you can't deny the envy you feelーbut for what and why, you didn't know. But one thing you're sure about. They feel like a family of their own.

Their domesticity was prolonged as they started preparing for the gathering back at your apartment, you cleaning while little Takeshi was sleeping on his portable cot in the living room. You glance at them from time to time as they move flawlessly throughout your kitchen.

"So, how do you met Atsumu?"

You propped your broom in your underarms as you wiped furnitures after furnitures, you almost missed how Osamu flinched while mincing something in the counter. Almost. And you chose to ignore it.

"I was his ex back in highschool."

She turned to Osamu and sneered, all while chopping what seems to be carrots, "Highschool huh.."

There might be under-the-counter battle because Osamu's face went contorted and scrunched, while Ran was seething. "Stop it. Okay. God. Okay, I know her all along."

"Why did you lie then, huh?" You forcefully drag your attention back to cleaning as they continue to bicker in the kitchen. Ran gasped, "Waitt, is sheー"

"No. Shut up. It's not." And Ran giggled, you didn't dare take a glance at them though they're still mumbling inaudibly.

"Soー" Ran started again after a while of inaudible arguing with Osamu. "ーwhy did you two broke up?"

"It's not appropriate ta ask that, Ran." Osamu scolded, his back turned to face the gas stove, Ran was rushing in his back anyway, preparing more ingredients for their dishes.

Ran paused and pouted. "I'm sorry. But how did you get together again?" She smiled while resuming to her task at hand. "I didn't know Atsumu can be so disgustingly romantic to take his ex back and start over."

"Yeah, like what he did ta ya huh?" Ran elbowed Osamu's back that made him chuckle because maybe it has no effect on how muscular Osamu's back isーthe memories from the night came reeling in you blinked hard and fast as you busied yourself finishing up cleaning.

"Y/n?" You flinched as you heard Ran's worried calls. "Are you okay? Called you thrice." Your eyes travelled to Osamu that has his eyes on you as he was deboning the chicken. His expression was neutral and you breathed and flickered a smile to Ran.

"I'm sorry. Umーweー" You were cutted off when Osamu huffed.

"Ya don't need to answer everything she asks. And youー" Osamu ran his greasy hands from the chicken down to Ran's face that made her whine and squirm as he held her cheeks with his fingers, giving her lips a more protruded pout. "ーStop asking personal questions. Yer overwhelming her."

You thought of clenching your fist. The tension you have with Osamu is the one overwhelming you, not Ran's questions, not her. Him. Can't he feel that?

You suddenly yearn for Atsumu's presence as you pursed your lips.

And it was not after 6 hours that your wish came true as Atsumu came with his teammates. He first went to you, kissing you by the lips that made the others chuckle and gag before even greeting you, but that made you smile.

"They didn't harass you?"

You hear mumbling sounds from the kitchen and you chuckled upon hearing them. "No. They didn't. They're cool."

"I doubt Ran didn't." And he glared at Ran across the living room to the kitchen where she and Osamu are still plating the dishes. "Just tell her off to her brothers and the problem will be solved."

"HEY!"

"Plushie, still not tired?"

"This is the last."

And you saw it, face to face. Ran and her husband kissed in front of Osamu, and Osamu'sーwellーnot fazed that he caught you staring and cocked a brow at the wake of the kiss.

"You should've brought Ayaka, Sakusa."

"She's busy, Wan-san."

"I feel so single now."

"Shut up, Driah."

"Ouji!"

"Ah! Wan-san! Don't jump scare him!"

"I'm sorry." Atsumu kissed your shoulders as you scanned your living room full of athletes, him hugging you from the back. "They're really this noisy."

"You're the noisiest." Kiyoomi, who was the nearest, commented.

It took them a while to settle them down, some of them busy with the twins in the cot, some just talking in the kitchen, sneaking out crumbs from the foods out of Ran's sight, or Osamu just leaning back on the single sofa, arms crossed against his chest and with eyes closed. He might be exhausted.

And Atsumu pressed against you while talking with Oliver about the practice that afternoon. He was intertwining your fingers with his as he was indulged with the conversation and you can't help but play with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" That was Kiyoomi, maybe sensing you're out-of-place. Ran's advances to talk to you kept getting punched out by her husband, or Osamu, or the twins whining.

"Yeah."

"Do you know that I know you, even before last week?"

That perked your attention. "Tell me more? How do you know me?"

Kiyoomi chuckled, amused at your enthusiasm. "Well, for some reason, we only knew about you when you broke up with Atsumu last 2 years. He wiped his snot and drool all over the Boys' GC. It was disgusting."

You heard Atsumu gasped at your side amidst his conversation with Oliver. "Did not!" So, he was listening. You narrowed your eyes on him to which he grinned and kissed your cheek.

"It's just the boys that know you, except him." Kiyoomi gestured to Ran's husband that's animatedly telling certain stuffs to Ran who was devotedly listening to him and smiling.

Atsumu leaned to you to whisper, "Because he's an asshole." and nodded, clearly pleased at what he said but when he saw you raised a brow, he immediately pouted and hugged your waist.

"Kita-san?"

"KITA-SAN!? KITA-SAAAAN!"

"Shut upーNot you Kita-san! I was talking to Ran!ーHai! I'm coming."

Osamu stood up and went out of the apartment almost immediately after he talked with presumably, Kita Shinsuke. You felt excitement rushing through your body, but with blots of shame at what happened two years ago. Atsumu might've noticed it because he gripped your hand tighter and brought it to his lips, mouthing an "I am here." before kissing it.

"I love you."

He smiled as the door opened, "I love you too." You brushed his hand before standing up, faced Shinsuke who was with Rin.

"What's with the tension, plushie?"

"I don't know, plushie. Let's ask them the tea later."

"What? Ya not gonna greet me after two years, Y/n?"

You felt your tears welling up as you rushed to Shinsuke and hugged him, he hugged you back just as tight, patting your back.

"'Am sorry, Kita-san."

Those words hold deeper than what it was meant.

"Fer what?" And Atsumu's voice was at your back in an instant, as always. You faced him, smiling, all while ignoring Osamu getting the stuffs Shinsuke and Rin brought.

"Kita-san made me promise not to sacrifice ya fer anything."

And as if on auto, Atsumu's lips quivered at Shinsuke who was already shaking his head and entering the apartment, straight to Ran to hug her tight.

"Yer not gon' do that again, are ya?" It was a whisper, out from the prying ears of all the people in your apartment.

"Nah. Not gon' leave ya."

Atsumu smiled at kissed your forehead before returning back to the crowd. At that split moment you gazed at the entirety of the crowd, a pair of eyes stood out. He was out there with his bestfriend showing her babies to Shinsuke and Rin. And he's staring back at you, like he did hear what you and Atsumu talked about.

And you realized it was a swear, not for Atsumu. But for yourself.

The dinner with the team, Shinsuke and Rin went by. Rin is still awkward with you, though, while he's talkative with Ran and her twins. Well, that's to be expected. You really did a number on Atsumu anyway.

Your soul shot up when a hand grabbed your shoulder and a "Hey" sounded out of nowhere. Ran giggled noticing you got shocked. "Can I use your room? I have to breastfeed."

"Sure!"

"Thank you! You can come in anytime, okay?" You nodded, beamed at her and tickled little Takeshi's cheek.

"Ran's gonna breastfeed. Be back."

"You're not part of that breastfeed session, may I remind you."

"Fuck you." The big man laughed. "No one's gonna hold this other pooper."

Then, the married couple went up to your bedroom while you went back beside Kiyoomi and listened to the discussion at hand.

"ーimagine him being a father already." That was Adriah.

So their discussion was about Ran's husband, huh.

"It fits him."

"When would you marry Ayaka, Sakusa?"

All of them laughed when Kiyoomi choke on his beer and coughed all over. Kiyoomi groaned at Shion who asked that question.

"She would probably laugh me off."

Meian snickered and faced Atsumu who was laughing at Kiyoomi. "You? When?"

Atsumu then turned to you, the same time as Osamu stood up and walked upstairs, maybe to your room where the married couple is. "When she's ready."

You smiled but all you could hear were Osamu's heavy steps in the stairs amidst the teasing of the team and Shinsuke. Rintarou however is staring back at you, narrowed green eyes piercing to your skull. He was nodding after a while and stood up, whispered something to Shinsuke who also stood up, then to Atsumu.

"You're leaving already?"

"Still have to go back to Nagano at dawn or I'm gonna hear it from Motoya. Kita-san also has some work early tomorrow."

Atsumu pouted as you stood up and hugged Shinsuke who petted your hair, "Please, Y/n. Don't do it again hm? If there's a chance of you doing it again, just leave now while it's still early."

"Kita-san?" There was worry all over Atsumu's tone, and as he gazed at you but you just smiled at both of them.

Rin scoffed, "Kita-san, we have to say goodbye to the three upstairs."

And Osamu didn't like it when both of you were left in the bedroom after Shinsuke and the others as well said their goodbyes. Both Ran and her husband be all polite and see them off, leaving you both so awkward with the drowsy twins. He was laying next to Hinata who was cuddling close to him, you ghosting his back and awkwardly standingーor not.

"Stop what you're doing, Osamu." He hated it when you open that damn pretty mouth of yours. He nearly rolled his eyes.

"I can't. I have to pet her for her to sleep. Hinataー"

"You know that's not what I meant." He exhaled, freezing his hands on Hinata's cheek.

"Why? What else was I doing, Y/n?"

"Reminding me you existed."

Osamu scoffed at it; of course you'll be reminded, he practically has the same face as Atsumu's. But other than that, he never had those intentions. He should never have those intentions. You were Atsumu's and will always be. Besides, he knows he's inlove with Ran. For him, you're just something that should stay in his past.

"Not doing anything like that."

Liar. Your tears welled up as it came flooding into you.

"Atsumu. We have to clean up, come on."

"Butー"

"I don't want to leave your apartment all messy. Let's clean up."

Osamu stood up when he heard that but you had to confront him now or never, so you held him back.

"You wasted an afternoon practice just to crash my first date with Atsumu." You pointed out while he scoffed again, incredulous. "You were the first to comfort me when we had our first fight."

Osamu's face can't be painted when he turned to you, "Of course, I can't have you leaving Atsumu over petty things."

"Because of something you suggested. Remember? Getting me as a manager?" Osamu stared you with pursed lips. "You can't deny now? Remember you implied that you love me, Osamu? Remember that you said you can treat me better?"

Osamu charged at you, a couple inches away you can feel his rage it made you want to stand down. "That was before I met Ran." He hissed under his breath, not wanting to make it any more louder. "That was before you and Atsumu."

You can feel tears falling down your cheeks, you really have no idea why. You just wanted to confront him but he was making all these excuses. For what? To hurt you? To get back the pain you caused Atsumu?

"What was that night, then?"

"What? I can't even remember a thing, I was too wastedー"

Ran's husband suddenly went inside casually and stared at you both, mouthing Atsumu's name. You have no time to process that he might've hear something everything, you wiped your tears as you heard Atsumu's familiar bounding steps to your room. Osamu huffed and went straight out of the room, giving way to Atsumu at the door who went confused.

"Gonna load the other things to the car. The twins needs to sleep on their bed."

And Osamu has to get away from you. Fast.

He saw how Ran stood awkwardly at the living room, in mid-fixing the twins' stuffs. "Go get the twins. We're going."

"Didー"

"Go get the twins, Ran."

Ran mouthed a resigned Okay before going up to get the twins, and her husband as well.

Osamu can still hear Atsumu's voice calling out for him as he exited his apartment. He knew Atsumu's worried about what he didn't know was happening in his own premises. Osamu can't help but to rub his hands across his face exasperatedly. The married couple noticed this but chose to be silent, waiting for him to share his burdens.

"Spit it out~" Osamu mused one day alone with Ran in their apartment with the twins. Her husband just left for practice and they were cleaning fast before the double terror wakes up from their naps.

Ran held onto the dishes in the sink as she gazes at Osamu across the living room. "W-what was she like back in high school? Y/n?"

Osamu continued to clutter out the twins' playpen, pondering to or not to give in to Ran's probing. He figured she has to let her know though, since she was his bestfriend, in every sense of the word.

"She's nice."

And then there was silence, Osamu had to look up to find Ran with her brows all furrowed and he chuckled. "Don't throw those dishes at me."

"I won't, if you just get on with it and share. You look clearlyーi don't knowーdisturbed? Agonizing at something?"

Did he really look like that? He wasn't even aware.

"She's nice. She's academically inclined. She used to tutor Atsumu."

"Y/n, can you please tutor me and Osamu?"

"She's brave and cocky."

"Fuck! Why did you punch me?!"

"Well, I don't know, ask the cookies and our grades after!"

"Athletic, too."

"Y/n! Just choose one, geez. You already have tennis!"

"Considerate at times."

"Okay. Atsumu, it's okay. You can be late sometimes. I'll understand."

"She's ー" Osamu huffed as he paused, Ran's back to washing the dishes and humming at his words letting him know she's listening. "She's crazy in love with Atsumu."

"What are you doing here, 'Samu?"

"Ah? Rintarou and I are going to the arcades. You guys wanna come?"

"No. We'll be on our own."

"Come on, Y/n, let's join them."

"She's fragile. Can't even understand how she lasted for a year with Atsumu."

"'Samuuu~ she's liking somebody else's picture! He even commented 'You look nice' to this Ran somebody!"

"But she's goal-driven, she can sacrifice anything to reach her dreams. A wide-vision of her expected future with Atsumu."

"'Samu. She broke up with me."

"She said I can't do volleyball all our life and when I argued with her, she broke up with me saying she can't be with someone so unstable. How's going pro in volleyball so unstable?"

"I don't like when she's reckless and just go on out without even thinking of the consequences for a second."

"Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer ya."

"Sheー"

"She made you forget something for a while?"

Osamu suddenly stood up, wide eyed at Ran's back who was smiling, putting away the dishes to the dishwasher for secondary wash. And it irritated the hell out of Osamu he stormed to the counter.

"She's a virus, Ran. She's everywhere and I didn't notice it. She's everywhere and threatening to infect everything I have! She's gonna destroy Atsumu and I will not notice it!"

But Ran just turned to him and smiled. "What's holding you back, Osamu?"

"Nothing." He dropped his head low, feeling so drained of what's happening. "Nothing, please stop."

"Osamu." He whined at her demanding tone. "Osamu look at me."

Ran looked at him as if she was gonna drop a bomb, and she did. "Am I, by some wildest assumptions, the reason you're holding back?" Osamu gulped hard at Ran's questioning eyes. "Am I the reason you're turning down every single girl out there to prevent yourself from being happy?"

"Am I preventing you on being happy, Osamu?"

"Yes! So shut up!"

"No."

It felt more like a prayer than it should just be. Osamu will never permit Ran to be the reason of his miserable and complicated life. She will never be the reason for him being lonely. He needs to be, because he has to be.

But here is she, after 7 cycles, confronting him for what felt like forever.

"Are you, perhaps, inlove with me, Osamu?"

He stared at Ran full of emotions for the first time since that incident that led him to this seemed-endless cycle. He already had explored his options, scenarios, simulations, as to how to answer her when she asks again that darned question.

"No, Ran. But I have no choice but to stay with you, yeah?"

And no matter what happened, he knows it'll still be his answer.

"No. No, I'm not inlove with you, Ran. Don't worry."

And she has to feel like his words are true, especially when he saw the wash of relief in Ran's face.

"But I know some who are. You wanna hit on them? Gonna be our secret, don't worry." Osamu chuckled as to how he saw Ran's eyes bulged and her unsightful mannerism came, one of the reasons why he can't do something so rash like confessing out of blue.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

CAT | Tora

WHAT!? @Sou Inouka, you made out with some girl and you were filmed?

DT | Mai

😳😲

CAT | Lev

ERASED IT ALREADY! I SWEAR!

OWL | Akinori

send.

SJ | Maki

my DMs are open 💅

FOX | Rintarou

ehem

DT | Kenji

hi Lev

CAT | Sou

Hate you all!

@Ran

CAT | Kenma

Grabbed the wild card this early 🤣

CAT | Sou

They won't stop, Kenma-san!

STZ | Taichi

Boo! 😆

CRW | Ran

I have a question!

and stop bullying sou-chan 😄

FOX | Samu

I'm sorry guys. She got me cornered.

Ran gasped at Osamu's side. "EXCUSE ME!?" Osamu just laughed, but it faded as the GC notifs went on.

Kiyoomi Sakusa added you to the groupchat

Kiyoomi Sakusa changed your nickname to FUTURE MIYA

RAN'S PLUSHIE

Put a distinction @Kiyoomi Sakusa LOL

FOX | Shin

Yes. Coz we have two Miyas here.

FOX | Rintarou

LMAO Hi @FUTURE MIYA

Ran side-eyed Osamu and his mood that turned sour instantly at the development in the GC. His lips form a thin line, sign of annoyance and Ran immediately ran a comforting one finger massage in his forehead, a familiar gesture she always do when Osamu's like this in front of her.

"The boys don't like her for what she did to Atsumu?" Osamu nodded and discarded his phone while Ran huffed as she types away. "If you have feelings for her or none, you have to give her closure or something, you know? She won't be at peace in her current relationship if you don't give her that detail, that period of whatever you have with each other."

"Atsumu.."

"And Atsumu will have to stomach it all up. You're a part of his girlfriend's life, let alone his own twin. He has to be open-minded of what she have with you. He should trust you, like how plushie trusts you. The problem here is, we don't know what's Y/n's take on you. It will be a disaster if she hasーugh, that's frustrating."

Osamu couldn't blame Ran for stressing out. He believes it's your fault, and that what you said that he reminds you of his existence, it goes both ways. Why do you have to poke up again into his life?

And Atsumu. He genuinely cares of Atsumu's welfare and emotions, he can't mess this up. His twin loves you with all his heart, much to show that he took you back into his life after the break up.

You're making it hard for him.

But he doesn't know it's harder for you. These past few days feel like you're treading in shattered glasses, walking slowly, praying nothing will prick you but alas! It finally pierced through your flesh.

Atsumu's gone curious about what happened between you and Osamu, and you continuously lie about it; preferred saying it's because of the previous break-up rather than the messy one that would probably break you both again, never to return back again.

And you're scared, coz even if Osamu's there, you know you love Atsumu, you feel it deep in your guts that you love the man you're with right now. Not his twin. Not Osamu. Atsumu.

You're scared of what will he say, scared of what would he feel, scared of everything that might hurt him.

"Are you okay? I'm really worried. Please talk to me, Y/n."

You smiled at him, being obscure with sniffing, gulping your tears as you thought of how to open up these things to him.

"I'm okay, 'Tsumu."

"Will a hug work?"

But you can't really control the waterworks when you're around this pure-hearted man. Before you can even nod, he hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing your forehead for as long as you needed, shushing you, soothing your sobs.

You don't deserve someone like Atsumu. You'll break him and his brother. You thought you were already okay, you thought it's gonna be different this time. But escaping something deep would just suck you right back in. You knew you have to manually bury everything to get to the surface again, to hold Atsumu again.

You hated the thought of sacrificing Atsumu again. You regretted each waking day that you're not with him. You regretted every decision that caused him pain. He should just be happy. He should just be happy and nothing else. He deserves the world.

But here you are, threatening to hurt him again.

"You love Atsumu, huh?"

"With all my heart, Osamu. With all of my heart. So pleaseー"

"Okay."

You have to fix your relationship with Osamu as fast as you can, before Atsumu hears about it. He has to cooperate. He has to.

"Ah! Y/n, don't lie~"

"What?"

"Your birthday wish was Osamu to like you, too."

"Don't lieee~"

"He was your crush since Primary."

Fuck. You can do this, Y/n. Focus on Atsumu. Focus on Atsumu.

It has been peaceful for 5 months, if you call theー not interacting with Osamu, avoiding him every gathering, and avoiding Rintarou tooーpeaceful. You know Ran and her husband has an idea about what's happening under Atsumu's welcome mat and you're all so grateful they aren't doing anything to complicate things more. Whenever Ran talks with you, she avoids mentioning Osamu as much as she can. She was sincere on having you as her friend, getting to know you more. And her husband doesn't mind what he saw that night at all. He just gave you a pat in the shoulder when he saw you again. It made you weary too, for if Atsumu will know about this from people other than you, Ran and her husband will be dragged onto the mess you created.

You hated being the cause of everything bad that's happening to the kind people around you. It made you wonder why have you ever existed. You're awful.

"Y/n." You whirled around, your astronaut helmet-like kiddie hat got lopsided to the side of your head. He stood tall, also with his kiddie hat, brooding eyes on you.

"Osamu."

╰► PART 2

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OMG NEW ORDEM SPIN OFF LET'S GOOOO

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wildestgirls · 3 months

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I Have a Dream - Our Last Summer

I swear these updates like once every six months will probably never happen again I was just feeling the need to write. yes I did say literally like yesterday the next update would be in summer, no comment. Enjoy !! 🩷

A cool breeze blew through the opened window, making Mika sigh and rest her head lightly against Sam’s large upper arm as she cradled his arm and lay on the bed beside him, trying not to think about strawberry martinis, the smell of vomit still lingering from the bathroom or how muscular she realised Sam’s arms were.

Sam was trying not to think about how tightly she was clutching onto his arm or how giddy it made him.

Mika felt her stomach churn and she groaned, holding tighter onto his arm, “Don’t ever let me drink again, please.”

Sam chuckled through his nose and grinned as he stared up at the ceiling, “Pretty sure I have a video of you saying something like that the last time we went to the club.”

“You mustn't be doing a good job of keeping me sober then.” she scoffed.

“You mustn’t be that good at self-control,” he replied cockily but winced and yelped as Mika dug her lavender nails into his arm and leaving red crescent moons in her wake.

“Ow! You’re being violent!”

“You’re being rude. I’m a lady, you shouldn’t disrespect me.”

“You’re no lady, you’re a freak. I’ve seen your search history.”

Mika laughed loudly and threw her head back. “You can’t fucking read! Yeah, you might’ve seen it but you didn’t read it!

Sam huffed with a grin and yanked his arm out of her hands and sat up against the pillows, folding his arms and looking away from her. “You’re so mean to me. All because I can’t read well yet.” he replied sassily.

Mika sat up on her knees and nestled closely to him while grinning promiscuously, “I’m not mean to you because you can’t read, I’m just mean to you because you get so cute when you’re angry.”

Sam huffed and turned his head to her to petulantly glare, pointedly ignoring the way he was fighting off a grin. “I’m not cute. I’m manly.”

Mika scoffed and giggled, “Don’t start with all of that, you love it when I call you cute.”

Sam furrowed his brows in annoyance. “I thought you were supposed to be hungover. What happened to all the ‘Nooo, Sam, I’m so sick, don’t goooo.’” he whined nasally, absolutely mauling her voice.

“Seeing your cute little face just makes me feel better. Has anyone ever told you how adorable and lovable you are?”

Sam rolled his eyes and decided to go along with it. “Yeah, they have. What about it?”

Mika smiled, looking absolutely pleased with herself. “They lied.”

She screeched in delight as Sam reached behind him and grabbed a pillow, throwing it right in her face and yelling at her, “’Hungover’ my ass!”

She grabbed the closest pillow to her and hit Sam roughly with it in the chest as she raised herself onto her knees once again. “Just because you’re in a hissy fit because you’re cuter than you are manly!”

Sam grinned ferally and grabbed her wrists tightly and ripped the pillow from her hands and threw her down onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, he grabbed the pillow he threw at her in the first place and hit her continuously with it as she wrestled with him and tried to escape. She tousled with him until she was able to wrap her legs around his waist and spin them around and wrench the pillow from his hands, so she was sitting on his waist victoriously and panting above him with a toothy grin.

Sam was about to fight back when she began shifting around on his waist, making his stomach feel like something had suddenly flipped around in his insides. His mouth very quickly went dry at the sight of her perched-on top of him, face flushed and panting as she grinned proudly. She threw the pillow to the side and looked down at him, beginning to tease him unknowingly, “What, this your first time having a girl on top of you or something?”

She continued looking into his eyes while she waited for his usual, snarky reply. But he didn’t. Then it clicked for her.

Sam broke eye contact with her and looked to the other side of the room as she sat up with a suddenly embarrassed face. Still, she didn’t make the effort to get up. Sam didn’t know where to put his hands and ended up awkwardly resting them on Mika’s kneecaps. She kept looking down at his embarrassed face and struggled to find something to say to diffuse the tension before failing and settling on silence.

His rough hands even just resting on her knee sent a thrill through her stomach. Him trapped beneath her in embarrassment and refusing to make eye-contact, face red and hair tousled...it was hot. The look in her eyes changed to one of trepidation, but also curiosity and need. And then she broke the silence, her voice quiet a curious like she was trying to tell him a secret.

“Are you...y’know...have you ever...?” her voice trailed off, unable to work up the confidence to say it out loud.

Sam swallowed his pride and looked back into her jade eyes, feeling confident from the energy Mika was unknowingly giving him by straddling him.

“Am I a virgin? What’s it to you anyway?” he asked, daring her to make another move.

She took the bait and lowered her hands, so they brushed the tips of his fingers. “I want to know more about you.” she reached down and wrapped her hands around Sam’s and smiled to relieve some of the tension, “Is that a crime, Sam?”

He shuddered as he involuntarily skimmed some of her energy, which seemed to come in abundance. He squeezed her hands shakily before dodging the question to try and distract himself from the sudden hunger for more. Now that he noticed it, he was fucking starved. He held onto her hands tightly to ground himself.

“I know you’re a virgin.” he claimed, looking up at her hungrily.

She simply shrugged with a small blush, “I want to wait for the right person.”

He felt like she was looking through his eyes and into his soul. “And how do you know who’s the ‘right person’?”

“Well...if I was going to...y’know...” she quietened.

“If you were going to have sex?” he finished.

“If I was going to have sex with them, and...it felt right and it felt...well, good, then I’d know."

Sam nodded and squeezed her hands gently. “Yeah, I get what you mean.”

Mika breathed in deeply and shifted on his lap at him squeezing her hands and how it felt like he knew she wanted him. Which he did.

She leaned back and considered him with heat in her eyes, “You do?”

Sam swallowed the rest of his tentativeness and doubt at the look she gave him. She wanted him, and he wanted her, and they both knew it.

He sat up and braced her hips with his strong hands, pulling her impossibly closer into his lap just as his piercing emerald green eyes turned a carnal gold, “Yeah, I do.”

Mika gasped silently at his hands on her hips and the sudden lack of space between them. While he was trapped underneath her, she felt like she was the one with him under her thumb, but now that it was real and he was right in front of her, she realized how much bigger he was. And then she realized, he had just as much power over her as she had over him. It felt right to be with him like this.

Sam’s left hand began to trail up slowly from her hips to the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Mika shuddered into his touch and leaned closer into his chest. Sam gripped onto her nape gently, forcing her to look into his golden eyes. She bit her lip when she seen them and questioned him, “Do you need energy?”

Sam replied shortly, trying to keep himself under control and fighting the urge to pounce on her. “I need you.”

Mika squeezed her thighs as she straddled him. It felt so right, and it felt so, so good.

“Have me then.” she murmured quietly.

He pulled her in by the nape of her neck and gently but firmly pressed his lips to hers. Mika made a small keening noise of pleasure, and Sam let out a groan of satisfaction. He slowly absorbed the waves of sexual energy coming from her while constantly running his hands up and down her sides to just hold her and keep drawing out those sounds she was making.

Mika gently bit down on his lips and pulled away, holding it between her teeth. He was the sex demon, but she still wanted to eat him alive. She released his lips and pulled away, panting slightly. His eyes still flared in a hungry gold, but not hungry for energy, hungry for her. Her heart done a flip in her chest, and she quickly rested her hands against his cheeks before rushing to pull him in for a kiss. It was more rushed than when he kissed her, their teeth knocked together and her nails accidentally scratched the sides of his face in pure desperation.

Sam let out masochistic groans at her nails marking him so primally and he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and ground into her. Mika gasped and pulled away, moving her hands down from his face to his wide shoulders, “S-stop, stop...”

Sam released the harsh grip he had on her hips and pulled away, out of breath. As they tried to regain their breath, Sam rested his head on her shoulder and listened and tried to keep his focus at the sound of her ragged breathing.

“You ok?” he asked in concern, worried he’d taken too much energy.

Mika nodded from beside him as her breathing settled. When she collected herself, she rested her hand against the back of his head, playing with his already messy hair. “Thank you.” she whispered.

Sam laughed quietly. “Thank you, Mika. Fuck you thanking me for?”

Mika chuckled with him and paused for a moment to try and explain herself, “Just...the way you looked at me...made me happy.”

Sam made a small smile. “Good. I’m glad.” he said quietly as he tried to settle down and stop thinking about Mika kissing him so carnally and desperately like that.

Her voice was quiet but sure when she spoke next. “It’s just...I don’t know if I’m ready for sex. Kissing like that was a lot. Sex...I don’t know about it yet. I know I said I’d do it if it felt good and right but, I don’t know...”

Sam silenced her quickly with a firm look. “Mika, I don’t care what you said earlier. If you don’t want to, we won’t. It’s that simple. Trust me, when you want to, we can,” he assured her confidently.

Mika smiled softly. “I do want to, it’s just...” she let out a tired groan, “I don’t know how long ago I woke up, and I’m tired...”

“You don’t need a reason, Mika. I get it.” he reassured. “I’m just...I’m happy that we did...y’know...that.”

Mika snorted, “Yeah, don’t sound too happy about it.”

“I am happy we done it! I’m very happy we kissed like that actually!”

“I can tell, I can still see your boner.”

Sam panicked, “What-” he quickly looked down. No boner. He groaned and glared at Mika. “Ha, ha, ha. So funny, Mika.”

Mika sat there giggling with the evilest grin on her face that Sam had ever seen. “Wasn’t it? Wish I got a photo of your face.”

“Right after I said I was so happy to kiss you and everything.” Sam grumbled.

Mika smiled and grabbed his jaw gently before turning his head to the side and kissing his cheek. “I know. So cute.”

“Whatever.” Sam murmured, trying and failing to hide his grin.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduce me sam #seduce me damien #seduce me james #seduce me erik #seduce me the demon war #aomaris #spotify #like im so sorry i said id like never update this again #i lied

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[This Bites] (2)

Astarion x Chubby Female MC

Content/Warnings: Winnie freaks the fuck out. Astarion gets an owie. Asshole Brian strikes again. Nothing really crazy in this chapter.

Chapter One: Here it is.

Chapter Two: You are here.

Chapter Three: Lets goooo!

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Winnie fell back with a shriek as the vampire reached out, touching the other side of the screen.

“Ah….Well that's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.” He muttered as Winnie continued to stare in shock and disbelief, mouth agape. “Hello?”

“I have got to be dreaming. This is insane.“ Winnie looked back at the screen before then putting her hand back on the mousepad and attempting to click on Astarion.

“Hey! Quit that!” He said, swatting the mouse away from him. “I can see how this may be a little overwhelming, but I'll explain everything in a moment. I just need you to do something for me.”

“I’m not sure if I should be listening to you. You just murdered Tav!”

“Don’t worry about them. They die all the time! They're used to it.” He said in an all too cheerful tone. “I, however, need your help. I'm trapped in this place and you're the only one who can free me.”

“Still not sure if I should trust a hallucination…”

“Oh for gods sake I'm not a hallucination! I'm as real as you are. Don't believe me? Put your hand against mine. See what happens.” Astarion stared at her intently, keeping his palm pressed against the screen. Winnie paused, thinking it over.

Well It's not actually real after all, right? Probably just a dream…

Finally she placed her hand against his over the screen. For a moment there was no reaction, but then she felt a zapping pain in her hand as if she'd been shocked. Winnie let out a yelp, her hand about to retreat before Astarion phased through the screen and grabbed hold of her wrist. The female jerked back in fear, pulling the vampire out in the process. She fell back and let out a squeak as the male fell on top of her.

Pink tinted her face as she felt his chiseled muscular physique pressing down upon her much more soft round squishy one. Her mind was flying, filled with shock, concern, disbelief, and a little arousal….

AHHHH IT'S REAL. THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO!!?!

I….I think I'm gonna faint!

“Finally.” Astarion grinned before getting off of the flustered girl. He breathed out, clenching and unclenching his fists as Winnie noticed his fingernails had become more claw-like now that he was outside of her computer. It was so nonsensical that this was even happening. This was a character out of a video game. How in the actual fucking hell was he standing right here?!

“Thank you. It feels like I've been stuck in a time loop for gods know how long.” The silver haired elf looked around her room, a look of pure glee plastered over his face.

“I'm sorry I'm trying to process this all without completely flipping out…” Winnie said, still rather shaken up. “You're a fictional character, you can't physically be here!”

“Well I am. Though if I'm honest everything up until about three days had ago felt rather trance-like. Like I had just woken up from a reoccurring dream.”

“Three days ago? Shit…” An idea began to form in Winnie's mind. Three days prior was when she installed that cheat mod and the game locked her out. What if somehow that was the cause of this!?

“I tried to snap the others out of it, but they were still stuck in the same routine, like some mindless thralls forced to repeat the same journey over and over!” Astarion made a spinning gesture with his hand before rubbing his temple with a sigh.

“None of them seemed phased in the slightest when I tried to speak to them. Not even a good slap did the trick.” Astarion smirked with a hint of mischief, the memory of slapping Gale repeatedly and yelling ‘WAKE UP’ coming to mind. “So I had to get your attention.”

“So you messed with my computer?” Winnie glanced back at her laptop.

“The little box portal thing you pulled me through? Yes.” He nodded.

“And how did you even know about me?”

“You act as though we’ve never met, lover.~” His tone suddenly turned flirty and seductive. “Falling in love with you over and over was one of the few things that didn't grow old. Well that and murdering Cazador of course.” He chuckled with a smile.

“Oh…Well maybe I am just dreaming or hallucinating.” Winnie muttered under her breath.

“I’ve been able to tell you were there the entire time, darling. That little portal thing of yours goes both ways.”

“You've been able to see me through the screen this whole time!?” Winnie bit her lip, fearful and a bit embarrassed of what he possibly could have seen.

“See and hear, yes. Although you always looked fuzzy from my end. Tav does resemble you a little bit, but you're much more….” His eyes scanned Winnie over, taking in her shape and stature. The girl was quite short, about five feet and three inches. She had short messy brown locks and dark circles under her chocolate brown eyes. A pair of black round glasses framed her round face. Her body was chubby and stocky and her only redeeming quality it had (in her opinion) were her large round breasts. “Voluptuous…” He finished after getting a good look at her. Despite the meaning of the word Winnie immediately wrote him off as bullshitting as usual. She had played the game enough to know how he was.

“But it is rather delightful to finally meet you in person. Honestly it feels like we've known each other for years.”

“Alright…..I'll accept that you're actually sentient. And that everytime I go through the game you can see all my choices....” Winnie said, still coming to terms with the fact that a fucking fictional vampire just came out of her computer. “So…What happens now?”

“I see what this new world has to offer, I suppose.” Astarion let out a sigh, “I feel so much stronger here. Like I could do anything I want.” He grinned. Winnie felt very unnerved. He had this somewhat feral look in his eyes and before she could say anything he walked over towards her window like a dumbass only to let out a yell once the sunlight touched him.

“Ah! Bloody hells!” He hissed before rushing to hide under her nightstand like a cat.

“The fuck are you doing!?” Winnie said before rushing over to shut the curtains. “Did you suddenly think you'd become invincible!?”

“I assumed I was still under the tadpole’s protection, but it seems I was wrong…” Astarion said with a wince. His face looked a bit singed, Winnie knelt down by the table to look at him.

“Hold on, I'll be right back.” She said before getting up and leaving her room. She rushed down into the kitchen, opening the medicine cabinet before grabbing some aloe vera ointment.

Winnie eventually returned to see Astarion crawling out from the table. “Stay still. This is probably going to feel cold.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just patching you up, now hold still.” She unscrewed the lid off the ointment before dabbing some on her fingers and rubbing it over his burns gently. He winced a bit as she rubbed it in over the burns on his face, but eventually sighed in relief. “There. All better.” Winnie smiled slightly.

“...Thank you….” He said, his tone a bit hesitant.

“Yeah, well maybe try thinking before rushing into something next time?” She hummed before setting the ointment down on the nightstand.

The vampire appeared to be staring at her intently, a small smile forming on his face before he cleared his throat a bit. Winnie turned and looked over at her computer before suddenly hearing the front door slam open.

Shit.

What the hell were they even doing back this early? Winnie’s mother had specifically stated they'd be home late!

“WINNIE!!!” She could hear Brian's voice shout from across the house. Loud stomping quickly followed.

“Who's that?” Astarion asked.

“Fuck. You need to hide, now.” Winnie said before looking around the room frantically. She grabbed hold of Astarion's wrist, panic flooded over her face. Astarion pulled his hand back.

“Now hold on one minute! I think I deserve an explanation!”

”No time. Now shut up and get in the closet!” She quickly grabbed his shoulders and yanked him over towards her closet door.

“Excuse me!? I will not!” He scoffed.

“Get in the goddamn closet Astarion!!” Winnie growled before forcing him into the closet and shutting the door. Her heart was pounding.

Not like she wanted to stuff him in there, but if Brian found out there was this strange man in her room she'd likely be called a whore and kicked out of the house. Brian was old fashioned like that.

The door to Winnie’s room suddenly opened with Brian shoving his ugly head inside.

“Your mother is sick, so we came back early. I'm going to need some cash because she ruined my new seat cover.” Brian held his hand out as if he expected her to immediately cough up a wad of cash.

Winnie immediately scoffed, “so let me get this straight your wife is sick and you're more concerned about your seat cover? Nevermind, no. I already gave you 200$ last week!”

“Oh you ungrateful little bitch! I let you stay in my house for free! It's about damn time you start pulling your weight!” Brian snarled and pushed at Winnie’s shoulder, making her step back. Winnie glared at him. Her mother was the one who owned the fucking house, not him.

“I need to be able to pay for classes! I can't just give you money for every little thing.” Winnie tried to reason with him, but it had absolutely no effect on the man whatsoever.

“You have your own fucking job and live in MY house for free! You better cough up some goddamn money by tomorrow night or you're out!” Brian shouted in her face before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. Winnie sighed, feeling mentally exhausted from that conversation. She stood there for a few moments until she was sure Brian wouldn't be coming back.

“Okay, Astarion, you can come out of the closet now.” She said as the closet door slowly creaked open. The silver haired male stepped out, flicking a sock off his shoulder before speaking.

“Charming fellow isn't he?”

“Mhm, my mom sure can pick em.” Winnie replied sarcastically, crossing her arms. “That asshole has been a thorn in my side for about four years now. Anyway sorry about the closet thing. It's just better that he didn't find out I had some random man in my room. He tends to get set off by….well everything.” Winnie said before sitting down on her bed, her hand reaching for her laptop. She was rather curious to get down to the bottom of why and how this video game character gained sentience.

“You know darling, if this man is causing you so much grief I could get rid of him for you? It wouldn't be too difficult.” Astarion said with a sadistic smirk, crimson orbs eyed the door to the hallway. “After all, I'll likely start to feel peckish soon…”

Winnie’s eyes widened and a look of horror formed on her face. She quickly put her laptop to the side.

“No! No no no no! No killing!” The brunette stood up quickly.

“What? Oh come on…I doubt anyone would miss the bastard, besides your mother can do so much better I'm sure.” The pale elf said with a grin.

“No, I mean it. You can't kill anyone.” Winnie said sternly.

“Not even bad people? Ugh! You're being completely unreasonable!” Astarion scoffed, his grin completely disappeared and was replaced with a look of frustration and annoyance.

“This world isn't like where you're from Astarion. People don't get away with murder here. And if you aren't caught it'll probably end up being pinned on me.” Winnie tried to explain calmly.

“Fiiiine.” The vampiric huffed, “I'll let him live. For now…” He murmured the last part under his breath. Winnie glared at him before returning to her computer.

“So assuming you don't want to go back into my computer…”

“I absolutely do NOT.” Astarion was quick to say.

“I'll have to figure out what to do with you, but for now I guess you can stay here.” Winnie said, typing in Nexus Mods onto her laptop. Astarion went and sat beside her on the bed, spralling out behind her in a sort of paint me like one of your french girls kind of way.

“We can do whatever you'd like.~” He purred seductively.

“Stop that.” Winnie said, her cheeks turning bright red as she tried to focus on what she was doing.

“Ugh, you're no fun.” Astarion rolled his eyes and got up off the bed. The elf scanned Winnie’s bedroom, slightly curious of some of the strange technology the girl had stored there, but not too invested. Then movement caught his crimson eye. A small fluffy black feline emerged from under the bed. She had a pink collar around her neck with a little silver bed attached to it. Curiously the cat padded over, approaching Astarion and sniffing at his shoes.

“What an adorable little snack.~” He picked up the cat who began to pur at the attention, “don't you just look delectable?” The vampire cooed, scratching the feline behind the ears.

“Astarion. Don't you fucking think about it.” Winnie hissed, immediately feeling protective over her cat.

“Think about what?” Astarion rose an eyebrow and looked over at Winnie with a mischievous grin.

“I swear if you even think about eating my cat-”

“I would never! Honestly I'm hurt you think so little of me. As if I could harm such a precious little pet.” Astarion held the feline up towards his face, allowing her to gently headbutt against his cheek. Her purring sounded as if it was getting louder and louder. Winnie still kept her eyes on him, though perhaps she was a little paranoid. After all he did seem to fancy cats in the game. Likely felt a kinship towards them being that they were stealthy sadistic little predators who refused to let anyone be their master.

Winnie sighed, today had been utterly insane. Forget how it happened. What the hell was she going to do now!? She's stuck with a vampire in her house who she has to hide from her asshole of a stepdad. She already knew off the bat there was no way he'd go back where he came from and releasing him out into the real world by himself was probably a terrible idea.

He'd either wreak havoc or end up burnt to a crisp. This was just great.

Fuck.

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Ngl the temptation to make this into an Astarion x Maddie (The cat) story is growing. I really think there should be more stories where Star has a cat cause the dynamic is just so cute. Astarion in this story is going to be a bit different because of how I set up that he literally has been through a bunch of different playthroughs that Winnie has done. I'm also planning on diving into the mystery of how the hell this even happened in the first place. Also eventual smut. Yes, it'll be here at some point. Also don't worry Brian's time will come.

Taglist: @the-disaster-in-waiting

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