#or - even better - i get surprised that it wasn't written by a woman

[eunuchve]

tags: mdni, smut, dragon!morax, MONSTERFUCKING, rut/mating cycles, predator/prey, double dragon cocks, double penetration, CERVIX FUCKING, size kink, mentioning pregnancy, mating, bro has a worship kink, breeding kink hints (he's in a rut dont hold it against him) a.n: (what have i done) this is the first porn with plot I've written and I gotta say; it is damn long.... happy valentines my dears, enjoy! pairings: zhongli x afab!reader

Lord Morax is a god; but he is more than that, he is an adeptus. illuminated beast. this fact needs no introduction, everyone knows. 

so when he took leave to a remote part of liyue somewhere, unknown to even his retainers, no one dared to bat an eye. the rain has fallen heavy, the season has become damp, and the scheduled time is near; Rex Lapis will have his rut.

it didn't take long for people to figure out the reasons for his absence; not when the lord became increasingly unfocused during stately meetings a week prior or when his eyes would turn to slits with a whiff of a woman's perfume for a month’s time.

You, the lone herb picker of a local pharmacy, didn't know any better when you stumbled upon a large hollowed-out cave that wasn't supposed to be there. you are familiar with the terrains, hell, you know it like the back of your hand -- so imagine your surprise when you find a nesting dragon inside, heaving, grunting alone; its horns glowing with a bright amber before its head snapped to your directly, eyes instantly turning to slits.

at first, you stumble backwards, watching as the figure slowly but surely towers over your frame; your neck cranes to meet its molten bronze eyes. it didn't take you long to realise whose privacy you had so ungraciously barged into; your mouth dries and you dropped your basket full of violetgrass, your heart beating out of your chest before your feet finally got some sense and took running to the woods. 

'fuck fuck fuck.'

you are going to die- you are so sure you are going to die. when your feet stumble and trip over branches and air, when you can hear him gliding through the sky; undoubtedly searching for you. The sounds of his scaled body burst through the leaves of the ginkgo trees, or of his deep, rough growls that echo through the forest. With every heavy step you take, you can feel him getting closer and closer. The thrill and fear mix inside of you, your body stirs with blood coursing through you. Weirdly amid the fear you feel-- somehow excitement came into the mix; something about your life being in the mercy of a chase?

Why is he there again? Rut? So will he fuck you or will he kill you? You certainly prefer one to the other. 

Your legs continue to run, even as you trip and fall, or when you stumble upon a rock or two; searching for an exit to a nearby village or open path; but no matter how far you run you can't seem to find the correct way. Your eyes scanned all directions before your body was suddenly pinned down under a sudden force and unmoving weight.

The paws of a creature so large that it covers your entire back, its talons digging into your back. The smell of freshly dug earth and exotic spices violates your nostrils and your heart can't help but thump against your chest just a little faster. You turned your neck, finding the dragon’s face mere inches from yours; his hot breath grazing the exposed skin of your neck. 

“Please don’t kill me.” god your voice sounds so desperate; with a hint of a broken whimper- even you are embarrassed by that fact. but your god didn't seem disturbed, instead he let out a low grunt, before hissing back a reply.

"don't beg."

"...huh?"

"don't." he spat the word, seeming holding something back. "beg."

"b-but--"

he didn't let you finish, picking you up by the scruff of your neck before throwing you to his back. he flew you back somewhere, you didn't care to notice since most of the flight back you are scrambling for something to hold on to; whether it is the golden spines or his actual body.

by the time you both arrive at the entrance of the familiar cave, he has waited for you to get off his back. you inclined, of course, shakily getting a feel of the ground below, catching your breath whilst adrenaline courses through you. once you get a feel yourself, your eyes travel to him, catching his large form walking slowly to the back of the cave.

"you won't kill me?" you find yourself asking; his head then slowly turns to you before, a visible look of confusion etched on it.

"Why would I?" his deep rough voice replies. he is definitely holding something back, the way his lips parted a bit to let steam out of his mouth, the sharp teeth that are visible from them make you gulp the pooling saliva in your mouth.

"Because... cave..."

weak reasoning, you'd have to admit, but if he won't kill you then you'd have to be sure of the other possibility. "then would you fuck me?"

the look on his face deepened before his head hung low, and a soft whisper came to you for a reply. "what makes you think of that?"

"It's your- Rex Lapis it's your time of..."

embarrassed, incredibly embarrassed; that's the feeling you felt, with the heat of blood rushing to your cheek and thumping heart against your chest only enforcing the fact.

"it is time for my rut, yes," he confirmed, his gaze thrown to the floor, avoiding your figure, "but I am not one with lost senses; sleep, it is night, it will be safer to leave in the morning."

you nod weakly, shuffling your way to the walls and plopping down on the dirt before curling up. the heat in your cheeks refuses to prevail as you watch him walk back, his long tail moves with each step he takes, the tuff at the end resembling that of golden clouds.

"My lord why are you moving so far away?" you asked, instantly biting your lip the moment that question escaped your mind, realising how desperate you sounded with that pretence.

"your arousal," he states matter of factly. "you. I can smell it."

you look at him wide-eyed, your face now comparable in its heat to the sun, your lips agape.

"it's safer for you this way," he continues.

"do you not want to?" archons you are greedy aren't you. "your rut- I can.. help..."

"I doubt it." his voice is precise, he says it like it's a fact, not even letting you have a space to express your desire. "they are the size of your thigh and their length..."

"I can try." bold- now you are being too bold. the size of your thigh he said? now you can feel your ears getting heated up from the shame. your thigh now pressed together as you imagine him inside of you; a second pass and your arms no longer placed nicely on your lap, instead instinctively protecting your chest.

his gaze looms over you, his snout now only a hairsbreadth away from your neck; a long deep breath he takes is audible before he groans out a reply.

"Do not test me human," something inside of him is threatening undone, you know it, "I will breed you till your womb is full and your consciousness lost-- if that is not what you desire then stay quiet and sleep; I shall bring you the village in the morning but until then speak not of this."

you gulp, now your lips parted before you crane your neck and place a shaky kiss on his scaled cheek, the heat of his body contrasting the cold of your flesh. "... that is what I desire--"

with that your clothes are torn apart; the valuable silk you spend months of your wage on is gone and your naked skin is exposed. the cold air hardened your nipples and he took notice, his head travelling down, his long forked tongue lapping sweetly onto them, earning your strangle out a moan.

"getting aroused from a chase," he breathes out, almost teasing you; hot breath contrasts that of the cooling saliva on your perked buds, sending vibrations down your spine. "thinking you can take a dragon's cocks, wanting to be the mother of my offsprings -- what bold actions you possessed."

you let out a whine, his tongue now travelling down, ever so subtly closing down to your cunt. you pressed your thighs together; embarrassed, already feeling your arousal seeping out of you before his claws forced them wide open, earning your moan.

"you are pooling my dear," he almost chuckled, his eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his breath now grazing your quivering folds, unexpected whimper broken out of you.

"please?"

with that word you can feel the air snap hotter, his eyes now meeting yours; his form towering over you before he chuckle, training down kisses, his tongue now making sure you are covered in his scent.

"didn't I tell you not to beg?" his claws hold your thigh open and he took a lap of your cunt, almost smiling at your taste. "do you know why my dear?"

"n-no--"

your moans escape, feeling his tongue entering you, fucking you, stimulating your walls, not letting you escape. you arched your back, biting your lips as another whimper persisted. you feel his hand moving, now pressing his claws to your other hole, expecting you to open up; and you let him, your holes now stuffed full of him before you feel his tongue slip out of you, your whine tells him as much about what you want.

"Because if you beg..." he now moves his hands to your ankles, folding you in half and you watch helplessly, his two golden cocks decorated with geometric lines and veins on either side, one on top of the other- he does not lie, the size of those things are comparable to your thigh, its length will most likely penetrate your womb- "I will answer."

he chuckles subtly, aligning his cocks to both of your holes, its weight now pressing down on you, precum leaks out of them, lubricating you further.

"i am a god, my dear; I always answer."

with that he presses his cock head to your holes, hoping both of them will ease up. you moan his title out, causing him to snap his head to you, making him greedy.

Your little groan and hiss only help you muster up the strength to let loose, feeling your holes easing up before they let his cockheads in, making your chest heave.

he grunts against your neck; and you feel his teeth subtly tracing your shoulder, little nips that satiate his hunger, burying his head in its crook.

"Celestia." the way you feel around the tip of his cock is incomparable; the dragon finds himself clenching down his jaw, controlling his urges to slam you down to its hilt. "you are made for me my dear."

he grabs a hold of your hips, and you feel him sliding you down. you let out a low moan, your back still arched as you feel him inside of you more and more. the burn from the stretch doesn't scare you, even if you feel like you are being split in two- you only know the pleasure that waits for you not so out of reach.

not even halfway and you already feel him brushing against your cervix, your broken moan coupled with the way you rolled your hips almost makes him snap. his other cock too now deep inside of you- almost too deep; you feel the pressure against your throat, feeling his cocks twitch, almost making you jolt, your hand searching from his arm, nails now digging into his scales.

he looks at you, his parted lips letting out steam before his uneven breathing stops to let him speak. "I shall move now."

you look at him, biting your lips and nod firmly, affirming your readiness. you feel him trying to go out of you, your cunt and hole tightening around him, almost hungry before he slams into you, earning your cry of pleasure.

it persists; he goes out of you before he slips inside, messaging your walls before they tightened around him again, hungrily seeking him, your face now fucked out with pleasure, feeling him abuse your holes.

"I'm not even all the way in my dear." he almost smirks, you can see it. before you know it, you suddenly feel him picking you up, your walls being freed from his cocks, suddenly empty and you whine; letting him flip you to your stomach and holding your ass up in the air.

he marvels at the sight, seeing both of your holes gape yet clench down on nothing, it almost made him giddy.

"my beautiful follower," he mused, his claws now digging into your flesh before you feel his cocks lining up with your holes again; embarrassingly you can feel your cunt relaxing, ready to take him in once more. "will you be my mate now darling?"

"yes!" your desperation stays, you want him inside you so bad, "please Rex Lapis please!"

you didn't know what did, but you certainly awaken something in him. he brings you up in the air before slamming you down on his cocks, your walls now taking him fully, your stomach bulging out with his shape. your breath knocks out of you; you can feel him all the way in your womb, your hand can't help but trace the raised flesh, your spine almost shivering from the sensation.

"keep begging."

that sounds like an order; even your now fucked out brain knows that. so like the good follower you are you follow that order.

"Please make me your mate," you choke out, his slow rhythms that know your breath slowly but surely going faster, brushing up against all your pleasure spots, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "please please please please I wanna- I want--"

he chuckles, the way you mewl your pleas, the way your warm flesh tightens around him; he can even feel your walls hungrily sucking him in so nicely. in his mind he is thanking Celestia; because fuck, you are a masterpiece.

"a human could die from this," he grunts out, going in and out of you with an inhuman pace, your cunt and hole loosening with his movements. "not you my dear; you are made for me."

you whine from his statement, the bludge he created only drives you to the edge, feeling something inside of you tightening, your nails digging into his scaled flesh, your face supported by his nose. "R-rex Lapis i- my-- i'm--"

"you want to cum my dear?" he almost teases you with the question, his cock brushing, bullying your g spot, making you dig your nails further, your head could only nod desperately at his question. "hold it, you could only cum when I do."

you whine out with his order, and he lets out a subtle groaning with it, chuckling at your reaction. his hand moves down, large talons brushing against your hard clit, teasing the nub; knowing exactly what it will make you do.

you wrapped your arm around his neck, his golden mane brushing against your flesh so softly; and your tug your face on them, muffling out your long moan and desperate cries.

"fuck- please lord mo- morax- r-rex lapis please- i want- i wanna- please please please-"

he kept his word, his face moving and kissing your neck, feeling you move your pelvis to fit him better, your inside hungrily brushing against his shaft. his brow knits, he feels himself almost coming undone.

"now."

with a final thrust, he fills both of your holes with white ropes of cum, you yourself arching your back, feeling your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. he hear your pants before he coils around you, closing gaps between the two of your while still being inside of you, wrapped up by your own warmth.

"i shall make the wedding preparation after the season's over," he breath out; your mind finally able to join the sentence together before you move your head, repeating the most important word again.

"wedding..."

"of course my dear," he kisses you, his snout pressed against your jaw before he tugs his head onto your collar bone. his hand travels to your stomach, rubbing the visible buldge that only grows with his cum, almost making look pregnant.

"the little ones will be coming soon."

#☁️ - unholy confessions #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli thirst #morax x reader #morax smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader

[roosterforme]

Explicitly Yours | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: When Bob met you, he fell for you hard and fast. He thought you might be his perfect match, the one that would make his days feel full instead of lonely. He never would have dreamed you had a secret. But secrets are known to be revealed at the most inconvenient of times, and Bob's surprised hesitation could cost him the thing he wants most.

Warnings: Smut, oral, fluff, angst, misogyny, language, mentions of adult film industry

Length: 11k words (what have I done?)

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Former Pornstar!Female Reader

This was written for International Bob Floyd Fucks Month hosted by @attapullman. Check my masterlist for more! Banner by @thedroneranger

Bob was fresh off of a long deployment when he returned to work at North Island on Monday morning to find he would begin training as part of a new taskforce. He was tired and antsy, still overstimulated from being around so many people on the aircraft carrier, but he was also realizing how lonely he was. 

He'd arrived back to a sterile, empty, dusty apartment, slept for two days, and now he was back to work. He couldn't even have a cat or a houseplant. He really would like to have a cat or a houseplant. Mostly he thought about how nice it would be to have a girlfriend. A sweet one who would wait for him to return home so his apartment didn't feel so sad. One who didn't mind that sometimes he preferred it to be quiet. One who would let him dote on her a little bit when he was home.

When he was told to report to Classroom Six in his uniform instead of the tarmac in his flight suit, Bob knew it was going to be a long day. That idea only grew as soon as he walked in and was accosted by his friends. "You're back!" Natasha screeched, streaking across the room like a brunette cannonball and slamming into his arms. "It's not even fair that we weren't deployed together. I missed you!"

"Missed you too, Nat. Thanks for all the emails."

Then he felt Bradley, Jake and Javy all jostling him around until his glasses were crooked on his face. That's probably why he did a double take when he saw you. There was no way you were that beautiful. His glasses must need to be adjusted on his face. But he was wrong. You looked the same after he pushed his wire frames back into place. 

He swallowed hard and whispered, "Who's that?"

The guys all looked at him with matching smirks, and Javy told him your name. "Civilian. She's Warlock's new assistant. Got reassigned from a different department last week."

"She's real cute," Jake added. "And she looks so familiar."

"Why does she look so familiar?" Bradley asked, and Bob realized that the whole group was staring at you where you were conversing quietly with Warlock. "We've been trying to figure it out for a week."

You didn't look familiar to Bob. You just looked pretty with bright eyes and a friendly smile, both of which were trained on him now. Of course you were looking his way now, because everyone had mussed up his hair and wrinkled his uniform. He didn't mind so much that you caught him staring, because you were the kind of woman who must get that a lot.

"Lieutenant Floyd," Admiral Bates said as he stood, and Bob saluted his superior officer immediately. "Welcome back."

"Sir," Bob replied, doing his best not to let his gaze drift back to you. "Thank you."

Then Warlock called the room to order, and Bob ended up sitting in the front row, directly across from you. Barely six feet away. You were so pretty, it wasn't even funny. The curve of your face and your neck and the way you moved were mesmerizing. Smooth and fluid. Confident. Beautiful. You kept Warlock on task and seemed to have all the pertinent information about the class memorized. But all of it was lost on Bob, because he was way too distracted. 

By lunchtime, he had sweat through his undershirt, and he was sure his uniform shirt wasn't looking much better. The way you turned to look directly at him with a slightly guarded expression when you stood made him blush. It must be obvious to you that Bob couldn't keep his eyes off your face.

"Hi," you greeted. "Lieutenant Floyd."

Bob swallowed hard before something that sounded vaguely like Hello came out of his mouth. 

Your smile was tinged with a little sadness as you stuck out your hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting the last team member. Welcome back from deployment, Lieutenant."

And then you were walking away, but Bob was still sweating.

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For the next four days, Bob got there early to ensure he had that same front row seat. He had a full blown crush. Heart pounding, palms damp, unable to focus on anything other than his crush on you. When he wasn't at work looking right at you, he was daydreaming about you. When he wasn't daydreaming about you, he was asleep and having actual dreams where you were his girlfriend. In one of them, you gave him a back massage, and he woke up with an erection. 

He could barely even look at you for the nauseous feeling that took up residence just below his pounding heart, but he couldn't look anywhere else. He'd never been like this before. Sure, he'd been attracted to many women in the past, but this was something else entirely. 

"But why is she so familiar looking?" Jake asked Bradley at lunch. "You sure you didn't fuck her?"

"Oh, I think I'd remember fucking someone that looked like that," Bradley replied with a chuckle. "Wait... did you fuck her?"

"I don't think so?" Jake replied, looking a little panicked. "She's not the one I went home with on my birthday, is she? Because you know I can't remember that night. And if I fucked her and can't remember it, then I deserve to be executed."

They both erupted into laughter with Javy, and Bob felt deflated. One of the three of them was definitely going to ask you out sooner rather than later, and instead of getting an occasional guarded glance in his direction, Bob would have nothing.

That night at the bar, he sat with his cup of peanuts and talked with Nat about work while everyone else played pool. "I guess we have another week or two of lectures ahead of us, but I can't wait to get back in the air."

"Yeah," Bob replied, glancing around the room in case the Hard Deck was your Friday night scene. It wasn't really his, but he came for his friends. And if he got to spend another week or two in the classroom, he wasn't going to complain; there would be no way for him to look at you when he was in the cockpit. 

"Bob!" Javy called as if he'd been trying to get his attention for a few minutes. He was waving a pool cue. "Take over for me. I need to go shoot my shot."

As Bob stood, he watched Javy head off into the crowd toward a woman who looked like you. He did a double take, his heart leaping up into his throat as Bradley started to push him closer to the pool table. Javy saw you. He was going to ask you out. A feeling of devastation filled his lungs, but then the woman turned around, and it wasn't you. Her smile wasn't nearly as pretty, and she didn't have the same eyes. 

Relieved, Bob sank the seven ball before running the table like he was some sort of pro. But he knew deep inside that he was going to have to ask you out himself or miss out on even having a chance with you. 

Every day the following week, he tried to give himself a pep talk. He could do this. Even if you said no, it would be fine. It would be good practice for him. But he knew it would not be okay. He liked the sound of your voice and the way you moved, and he thought about you in every room of his apartment doing a wide variety of things. Some of them made him blush.

He couldn't tell if it would be worse to never even try or to have to live with himself after you looked at him and said you weren't interested. At least if he kept things quiet, the guys couldn't find a way to make fun of him. And although they all liked to talk about you at lunch, to his knowledge, none of them had asked you on a date. Maybe they were as intimidated as him.

On Wednesday, you dropped your pen, and Bob picked it up for you. He got a "Thanks, Lieutenant Floyd," in response along with a cautious smile. Then on Thursday, he helped you move the projector before class started, and you said, "Thanks. You're a lot stronger than I am." He felt like he floated to his seat after that. 

On Friday, disaster struck. You were organizing your stack of notes at the end of the day when Bob stood. But then Bradley was there, leaning on the table in front of you after everyone had been dismissed. "Hey, so the guys and I were wondering if you ever made it out to the Hard Deck on Friday nights? I'd love to buy you a drink."

Bob nearly collapsed back into his seat as he watched your eyes searching Bradley's face like you were trying to tell if he was lying. "No, actually. I play Dungeons & Dragons most Friday nights."

A strangled sound escaped Bob. "You play D&D?" he asked before he could think better of it. 

"Yeah," you replied easily, giving him a little smile. "Been into it for years."

"Me too," he added, and you set down everything you'd been holding. 

"It must be hard to be part of a campaign when you deploy on occasion?" you asked, and Bob was convinced he wouldn't notice if a freight train was about to hit him. 

He nodded and took a step closer, watching you stand up. "It can be, yeah. But I've been in the same campaign for a few years, so I'd like to think I'm an integral enough part of it that everyone else doesn't mind waiting for me."

You laughed. It was so pretty. "I'm sure they don't mind one bit, Lieutenant Floyd."

"You can call me Bob," he blurted out, eyes going wide as you licked your lips and grinned. 

"Okay. Bob."

He could do this. He was already part way there, he thought. Just a little further. "Maybe you and I could get coffee this weekend and talk about our characters?"

When he was met with silence and your softly parted lips, he wanted to disappear. But your expression was trained on his face, and even though you still seemed a little hesitant, you asked, "Like a date? Because I'm free on Sunday."

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You were laughing so hard, you had to set your coffee cup down next to your scone, and Bob was basking in the sound of it. "No, Bob! That's why I made my character a Rogue! Because I could never be such a scoundrel in real life!" He just listened to your laughter taper off while he grinned in the middle of the crowded cafe where you only seemed to be focused on him. 

"Well, that's why I made mine a Sorcerer. I don't know if you knew this about me, but I can't actually cast spells."

You started to laugh again. "Could have fooled me." But he must have been looking at you for too long, because you brought your hand up to your lips and asked, "Do I have crumbs on my face or something?"

"No, your face is perfect," he replied without considering his words, but your look of slightly embarrassed delight outweighed the tinge of mortification he felt.

You searched his eyes, seemingly always trying to gauge his sincerity. Then you surprised him when you said, "You're really sweet. It's refreshing." 

Bob looked down at his hands, unsure how to respond but pleased nonetheless. "Will you let me take you to a movie? Or dinner? Or both?"

"Yes."

The following morning at work, you were as focused on Bob as he was on you. The sweaty palms and erratically beating heart were back, only exacerbated by your alluring gaze and the promise of a second date on Thursday night. You agreed to dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Bob was already excited. 

"Why are you acting so strange?" Nat asked at lunchtime. "You're like both weirdly quiet and also talking so much?"

Bob laughed and said, "I went out on a date yesterday." And when he said it was with you, her eyes went wide. "We're going out again on Thursday."

"Bob!" she gasped, and now all of the guys were looking at him, and there was no way he would ever recover from this as Nat told them he got coffee with you.

"Welcome to the big leagues, buddy," Jake drawled, while Bradley glared at him. "Just wish I could figure out why she seems so familiar. Like it's just stuck in the back of my mind somehow. Like I know her."

"None of you know her as well as Bob does," Nat said with a laugh that made him smile. Before you and he parted ways at the coffee shop, you'd squeezed his hand in your smaller one, and it was already one of the sexiest moments of his life.

"Fuck you, Bob," Bradley grumbled. 

But it didn't matter. Bob really liked you and the fact that you talked about your Dungeons & Dragons character for a full hour. And your pretty face and your laugh. And the way you seemed interested in what he had to say. You were checking off all of the boxes for him. Smart, funny, kind of nerdy, interesting. He wondered how many dates he should take you on before asking you to be his girlfriend.

On Wednesday, as soon as Warlock dismissed everyone, you handed Bob a folded up note.

I can't wait for dinner tomorrow night. Here's my number.

He waited until he was home and sitting on his couch before he texted you. Less than a minute later, you responded. And that's how he spent the rest of his night. He didn't even eat until after nine, too wrapped up in what you had to say. Those intrusive thoughts and daydreams and real dreams about you in his apartment were starting to seem like they could be a reality. That's what he wanted. He could already picture you on the couch, wrapped up in the afghan his mom made, watching a movie with him. Or in his kitchen, helping him make dinner. 

He fell asleep on the couch in his uniform, too absorbed in this conversation to even go to bed properly. But that was fine, because suddenly it was Thursday, and not only would he see you all day at work, he'd get to eat with you and learn more about you.

Once again, Bob slid into that front row seat, and you had to work at keeping the smile from your face all morning. When you did look his way, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He was sure he'd pass out if you kissed him, and suddenly that was the only thing he could think about. Warlock talked about aggressive maneuvering, and Bob thought about your lips. Warlock talked about safety protocols, and Bob thought about your lips touching his.

It would be a miracle if he made it through dinner, but he had to try. You stood and started walking out of the classroom at the end of the day, but you turned back and said, "I'll meet you there at 7:30."

Bob offered to pick you up, but you said you'd drive yourself, and now he had more than two hours to kill. He took a long shower and fixed his hair before dressing in the outfit that Nat had pre-approved for him. He made sure his glasses were straight and that he had his credit card. The only other thing he could do was hope the conversation would come as easily for him this time, as it had over coffee.

He shouldn't have been worried about that. What he should have been worried about was the way his heart stopped when you walked through the front doors of the restaurant and directly for him, wearing a pretty blue dress with your face all made up like he was someone to impress. 

"Hi, Bob," you whispered. Then you kissed his cheek at the same time that he started to turn his head, and his lips nudged yours. He stood there shocked as you slipped your hand into his, and you started to tug him toward the waiting table when his name was called. 

His ears didn't stop burning the whole night. His brain kept circling back to the idea of another kiss. An intentional one. A kiss after a second date was not something he'd ever attempted before, but he was going to do it tonight. Based on the way you were looking at him, he had to. 

"Do you want more wine?" you asked, holding up the bottle. 

"Yes, please," he replied, because that would definitely help his cause. 

You smiled as you poured him some. "You have lovely manners." When you set the bottle down, you added, "And really pretty eyes."

Bob counted to three and then said, "I know we didn't even eat dessert yet, but I really like you. And tomorrow is your D&D night, but maybe you'll let me take you to a movie on Saturday?"

After dinner, in the parking lot next to your car, Bob kissed you. Intentionally. The first tilt of his head was hesitant, and when his lips met yours, he started to get nervous and pull away. But you let your fingers tangle in his hair, and you chased him for another kiss. "Which movie are we seeing?" you asked as you rubbed your nose gently along his.

"You can pick," he replied before kissing you again. "I just want to be around you." And then his hands found the small of your back and you inched yourself closer until your chest was touching his and your knee was bumping his leg.

You were smiling when he finally pulled his face away from yours. "I'll text you my address and the movie I want to see."

Bob smiled, too. "And then I'll pick you up, and we can go to the theater."

This was probably the best week of his life. He watched you pull out of the parking lot, and you waved to him through your window after you blew him a kiss. He went home and thought about what he might be able to cook for date number four. Perhaps you'd want to do the movie on Saturday and then have dinner at his place on Sunday? He'd figure it out. Either way, he was excited for more. 

"A third date?" Nat asked on Friday when everyone was taking a break in the classroom. "Damn, Bob." 

He eyed you where you stood talking quietly with Warlock, and you glanced his way, a soft smile on your lips. "I really like her. She's different. In a good way. And she makes me feel comfortable."

Nat rubbed his back in slow circles. "Make sure you put your arm around her during the movie. She might be expecting it. But if she doesn't snuggle against you, then you should remove it."

He nodded and swallowed. "Right. I can do that. Is it too soon to invite her over to my apartment for dinner?"

"I don't think so," she replied softly. "And maybe you should buy some condoms."

Bob's cheeks immediately flushed, but he didn't mind too much, since it was just Nat. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"She seems sweet. Just tell her what you're feeling when the time comes."

Now everything was making Bob a little nervous as he drove through your neighborhood on Saturday night. He passed modern beachfront house after modern beachfront house, and then his GPS told him he had arrived. He saw your car in the driveway, but the house was gorgeous and must be worth a ton of money. Maybe you had a roommate? 

He parked his old truck and headed up the sidewalk with butterflies in his stomach and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You opened the door before he even knocked, and then you were in his arms and invading his senses. "Are those for me?" you asked, kissing his cheek and poking the flowers. 

"Yes," he whispered, silently begging you to let him hold you for a few more seconds while he caught his breath and got himself under control. You turned him on in every way, and he'd never encountered this before. 

Your soft voice next to his ear as you chuckled and said, "Thanks, Bob," was not helping. You led him inside, and your house was incredible. There were no signs of a roommate, but there was a view of the ocean from the windows along the back of the house. He watched you bend in your little dress to find a vase for the flowers, and he felt completely overwhelmed. 

"Ready to go?" you asked, reaching for his hand a minute later. Your eyes were eager and sincere as you gazed up at him. Your fingers were laced with his, and Bob realized if he wanted to get to the next step with you, he needed to get through tonight.

"Yes." He kissed your lips softly, and you leaned against his arm as he walked you out to his truck. 

You spent the drive to the movie theater telling him all about your Friday night playing Dungeons & Dragons, and of course Bob felt more relaxed. He bought the tickets, and you got the popcorn, and when he put his arm around your shoulders, you snuggled against him, so he kept it there. By the end of the movie, the empty popcorn bucket was on the floor, and you had your palm resting on his thigh. 

"Did you like it?" you asked softly while the end credits scrolled. 

"Yes, I liked it," he promised, accepting another of your kisses.

"It's still early. Want to grab a drink somewhere?"

Bob really only knew one place, because he spent an awful lot of his free time there. "Should we hit up the Hard Deck? And then I can take you home and hopefully get another goodnight kiss?"

You had one eyebrow raised as you considered him. "Even after the third date? You're not going to try to make a move?"

Embarrassment flooded his cheeks as he muttered, "Not yet." And then your lips were all over his like he'd answered your questions correctly, even though he felt like his thoughts on the matter were actually probably wrong according to most people.

Eventually the two of you made your way to the bar, but visiting the Hard Deck was a mistake that he didn't see coming. You were tucked perfectly against his side as Bob walked across the parking lot and listened to you tell him how much you liked working for Admiral Bates. Then you ordered two vodka sodas, and Bob had to pluck your credit card from your hand to keep you from paying for them. 

"Hey!" you complained, but he just smiled. 

"I'll give it back later." He was rewarded with another kiss on the cheek, this one very close to his lips. 

"Well, look who's here," Jake drawled obnoxiously over the music from the jukebox and the noise from the crowd. "Bob and his friend."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, but you kept one hand linked with his as the drinks were set down. "Should we say hi to your friends?" you asked, and Bob nodded even though he really wanted to just find a small table on the other side of the room. But Nat looked excited, and the other guys looked annoyed, so Bob thought a short detour might be fun.

"Hey," Bob greeted everyone as you sipped your drink. 

"How was the movie?" Nat asked, elbowing Bradley in the side before he could say anything.

"Pretty good," you replied. "You know, for one of those Academy Award bait films." 

Bob laughed and looked at you. "I liked it a lot, actually." Or maybe he just liked sitting with his arm around you for two hours at a time, but he wasn't going to say that in front of everyone else.

Javy tapped a pool cue on the ground and asked, "Do you like to see a lot of movies?"

You nodded with a bit of an apprehensive look on your face that had Bob just about ready to pull you over to the table that another couple was vacating. "Yeah... I like films," you replied softly. 

And then Jake's jaw dropped open and he slapped the edge of the pool table. "Oh my god!" His green eyes were wide as he looked you up and down from head to toe with a smirk that made Bob want to stand in front of you. "That's why you look so familiar! You're Roxy Luxxe."

"Oh, fuck," Javy said as he dropped the pool cue on Nat's foot, and Bradley choked on his beer. 

But Bob just stood there and watched your posture stiffen and the look of apprehension on your face grow. "Who?" he asked softly, but you wouldn't meet his eyes.

"She's a porn star, Bob!" Jake said a little too loudly as he hooted. "A very memorable one, too. Played up different movie genres. Everyone I Did Last Summer. Sisterhood of the Traveling Sluts. Laid in Manhattan. Some real classics!"

"I retired," you said firmly, holding eye contact with Jake even though your voice sounded strained. "I left the industry five years ago."

"Guys," Nat said with a warning tone as she looked at Bob who was frozen in place, his head swarming with wild thoughts. An adult film star? You? But you worked at Top Gun and played D&D and liked scones. You went on three dates with Bob of all people.

Now Nat was physically moving Javy, Bradley and Jake back toward the game of pool, snapping her fingers at them as they continued to ogle you in your pretty dress. "So..." you whispered, turning toward Bob, looking anywhere but at his face. "That was... yeah..."

He had no idea what to say right now, and the longer he went without saying anything, the worse he felt inside. You used to have a job making adult films? Bob couldn't even handle watching those without blushing and stuttering. You must have had sex with dozens and dozens of different men and probably women too, and Bob suddenly realized he could go home and watch them for himself if he really wanted.

"Right," you said, finally looking at him as your eyes started to fill with tears. "Well... no hard feelings, Bob. I'll see you at work on Monday." Then you set your drink down, covered your mouth with one hand and made a beeline for the door.

Bob looked at the drink in his hand, and then at the one you set down. He left his on the table next to yours and followed you out to the parking lot. He looked around, calling your name and checking to see if you were by his truck, but you didn't respond. You were gone. 

Roxy Luxxe. That name was made up, and he didn't think it suited you as well as your real name. That one was perfect, and he liked it. He liked you. He could drive back to your house, but if you didn't want to talk to him, then what was the point? He'd already embarrassed himself by clamming up. But even worse, he thought he might have embarrassed you. 

"Damn it," he muttered, angry at Jake and all of them for making you feel small, and angry at himself, too. He got in his truck and drove himself home.

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Well. You got three perfect dates before it all blew up in your face. Three amazing dates with Bob who was going to look at you like you were no longer worthy of his time now. Sure, you would have told him eventually. After another date or two, you would have brought it up in such a way that perhaps could have been a little bit more flattering or at least slightly tasteful. But of course you should have been expecting this. It wasn't the first time. Getting older only did so much for your face, and it didn't matter how much you changed your hair and makeup: Once Roxy Luxxe, always Roxy Luxxe.

You really thought none of them recognized you. It was almost refreshing that Bob had never heard of your alter ego. He probably never saw a single video of you having sex with Sam Slick or Dickie Divine. He didn't know exactly what your tits looked like, because you'd never taken your shirt off for him in person. He didn't know how you sounded when you faked an orgasm. As you ran down the block and got an Uber, you could hear Bob calling for you.

You weren't ashamed or embarrassed. You were not. This was your life, and you made every decision along the way for yourself. Nobody else. You put yourself through school. You bought the house of your dreams. You had an amazing job at Top Gun now for fuck's sake. But Bob was the first guy you met in a long time who made you think you could have a relationship with someone who wouldn't judge you for your past.

You walked from your Uber into your house and kicked your shoes across the entryway. More tears were filling your eyes, but you didn't want to cry again. Not over this. "But he was sweet," you whispered to your reflection in the hall mirror. His friends were kind of assholes, but he wasn't. Even if he didn't want to be with you now, which was understandable, those three dates were something else. Dungeons & Dragons discussions and coffee and pasta. 

You sighed wistfully at the flowers in your kitchen. Maybe a few more years and you'd look even less like Roxy Luxxe. That might make things easier to navigate. You made yourself a cup of tea and grabbed some crackers and sat out on your back deck where the moonlight reflected off of the ocean. The way Bob had wrapped his arm around you during the movie made it easy to imagine him here with you, keeping you warm. Instead you grabbed a blanket and snuggled in as you thought about how he would have been an excellent boyfriend. 

"You win some, you lose some," you told the night sky. If he was bothered by your past which you had designed so you could have a future, then he wasn't the one for you. You fell asleep outside in your dress, and the rising sun eventually woke you up. When you stretched and stood, the chilly air sent you running inside and toward your shower. 

The memories of last night were hanging out in the periphery of your mind. Going to work tomorrow was going to be awful. If you didn't like Admiral Bates so much, you'd request to work under someone else. But then again, why should you have to go to work feeling bad? Yeah, it was going to sting to see Bob, but it was still your job, and you deserved to be happy. 

You showered and took your time until all of your skin felt fresh and new, and then you threw on some oversized sweats after you moisturized. After breakfast, you could see if one of your friends from D&D was free to hang out. You were finally just about to check your phone to see if Bob had attempted to reach you when you heard a knock at your door. 

Bob's truck was parked in your driveway just behind your car. You could see it through the front window. According to your phone, he tried to call you twice, and he'd send you a handful of texts. But now he was here and knocking again. It was obvious you were home, so you wrenched your front door open and stood before him with your chin held high.

"What do you need?" you asked, already feeling weak at the sight of his pretty blue eyes and his glasses. 

"Hi," he said softly, just staring at you. He looked exhausted, like maybe he hadn't slept. Then he fumbled around in his jeans pocket and pulled out your credit card. "This is yours."

You plucked it from his hand and started to close the door. "Thanks for returning it. I'll see you at work."

Then he said your name. Your real name. "Wait. Please?"

You pressed your lips together. "What do you want, Bob?" 

The soft rise and fall of his solid chest held your attention while he started stuttering. "L-Look. I'm really sorry about last night."

You nodded. "Me too." It wasn't like you wanted to know, but you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "I take it you went home and looked up my videos?"

His eyes went wide as you crossed your arms over your chest. "I didn't."

You actually believed him, but you felt like making yourself hurt anyway. "Your friends have all seen me naked. Watched me getting fucked."

He seemed surprisingly calm as he half shrugged and kind of nodded. "So what?"

As you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, you said, "I'm not ashamed of anything I've ever done, okay? And I would have told you about it after another date or two... before we slept together." When he remained silent you added, "I started out in the adult film industry when I was eighteen. I quit when I was twenty five. I just turned thirty last month, and I guess I was silly for thinking enough time had passed. But last night was a prime example of why I haven't even tried to date anyone. Ever, really."

Bob was gaping at you now. "Not ever? But you're... you're so..."

"I know," you said, cutting him off before he could finish. "I'm hot enough to do porn, but nobody wants to date me." 

You started to close the door again, but he scrambled. "N-No, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say you're flawless. A-And I shouldn't have let you leave the bar like that last night."

Your fingers loosened on the door, and soon it was drifting away from you, opening wider for Bob as he stood there with an eager expression. God, you just really liked him. And he seemed like he was being sincere. "What would you have done differently last night?" you whispered. 

He started to reach for you before tucking his fingers in his jeans pocket. "I would have taken your hand in mine as soon as I saw tears in your eyes." You bit your lips as he added, "And I would have told you that I like you so much. And if you wanted to leave, then I would have driven you home right away and walked you to your door."

He liked you so much. If there was a chance that Bob could be the kind of guy who still liked you with your past as Roxy Luxxe but also wasn't just trying to get in your pants and meet her for himself, then you wanted to give him a shot. "What would you have done after you walked me to my door?"

He was breathing deeper like he was nervous, and you wanted to touch him. "I would have asked you for that goodnight kiss that I'd been hoping for all day."

You were rushing for his arms, clearly surprising him in the process, but he held onto you as you gave him just the softest kiss. "I would have let you have it." Bob's hands found their way to the most respectful spot on your back, and you kissed him a little deeper. 

As soon as you broke the kiss, his fingers flexed against your back, and he said, "I want to go on another date with you. A bunch more. But I want you to be sure about me. I don't really care about Roxy Luxxe. I'm sure she was lovely, but I like you." You laughed. You couldn't help it. And he smiled as he asked, "Maybe you can think about it today and let me know at work tomorrow?"

"Okay."

He nodded and let out the breath he was holding. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

Your back felt cold where his hands used to be as you watched him walk back to his truck. He waved to you as he pulled out of your driveway, and you waved back with a different feeling in your heart than you had twenty minutes ago.

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Bob was disappointed to find he would be in the air on Monday. When he arrived on base, he changed into his flight suit instead of his khaki uniform, wondering what that would mean when it came to seeing you. He'd slept poorly, wondering what your answer would be, hoping you'd say yes to another date.

"Hey, Bob," Jake drawled as Bob zipped up his flight suit. "How was your night with Roxy Luxxe?" He had a devilish smirk on his face, and Bob's skin was crawling. All of the other guys were looking at him now, and he knew his face was beet red. 

"I guess she was as good as she looks on film if she rendered you speechless," Jake added with a laugh. 

"Whoa, no," Javy said, shaking his head at Jake before looking at Bob. "Cut it out, man."

Bob counted to five, took a deep breath and then raised his forearm, and at least Jake had the decency to look panicked. Bradley stepped into the fray as Bob used his arm on Jake's chest to push him back against the lockers. Sure, Jake was more muscular, but Bob was no slouch, and he had a couple inches on him. "Don't call her that again. Don't even talk about her. While you're at it, don't look at her either."

Jake raised one eyebrow and nodded slightly, and Bob released him, walking right out of the locker room and making a quick detour to the classroom. But you weren't there. He ran his hands through his hair before he headed outside to find Nat. 

"Hey, there you are," she said gently. "You okay? After the bar and everything?"

"I'm fine," he replied, still looking around. "Have you seen her?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, pointing behind Bob, and he whirled around in time to see you walk out of the tower with Warlock and Cyclone. You looked as pretty as you always did, and Bob found himself wanting you the same way today as he had last week. All of the daydreams about making breakfast together after holding you in his arms all night were still there. So were the thoughts about you snuggled up, laughing on his couch. But now he could also imagine taking walks on the beach where you lived.

Your gaze met his, and he watched you excuse yourself from the admirals before heading his way. Nat squeezed his bicep, and muttered good luck before making herself scarce, and then Bob was standing there with you a respectable three feet in front of him. 

"Lieutenant Floyd."

He smiled softly. "Good morning."

"So..." you began, looking down at his boots and pressing your lips together. "I'm free on Wednesday night. Or pretty much all day Saturday." Your eyes trailed up his body until you were nervously examining his face. "What did you have in mind for our fourth date?"

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He'd been so apprehensive, afraid you were going to tell him to beat it, he hadn't bothered to come up with an actual date idea. "Cooking dinner at my place?" he blurted out.

You nodded like that sounded good to you. "Wednesday night then?"

He couldn't remember if he already had plans, but if he did, he'd cancel them immediately. "Yes. Wednesday. The day after tomorrow. Wednesday."

Your soft laughter filled him up as you turned and started to walk away, giving him just one word. "Wednesday."

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You showed up to Bob's place with just a bottle of wine. He promised to take care of the rest. An hour later, a completely homemade pizza with fresh mozzarella and herbs was baking in the oven, and you had your arms draped around his neck. His lips tasted like the pinot noir the two of you had started drinking while you made the pizza, and his body felt strong and sure. As of right now, you thought you'd made the right choice by coming here.

"I really like you," he whispered for the third time this evening, and you believed him. You liked yourself. Why shouldn't he? 

"I like you, too, Bob." You reached up and adjusted his glasses before letting your fingers trail back through his hair. As his hands slid slowly down to your hips, it was easy to imagine how he might be in bed. Authentic. Meticulous. Earnest. Just like he was at work. The thought thrilled you to no end, but you were also afraid of the way you'd feel afterwards if you rushed it just to get the first one out of your system. So you let him hold you like you were important. 

The timer buzzed, and Bob laughed as you jumped further into his arms. You buried your face against his neck. "It's not funny." But you were laughing, too, and his lips met your hair. "Okay, it's kind of funny."

His stomach was growling, so you slowly pulled yourself free of his arms so he could put on his oven mitts. "Looks good," he remarked, but your gaze was fixed on him. "What do you think, Honey?" 

Bob's eyes went wide as he set the tray down, like he couldn't believe what he'd said. Your heart was absolutely thundering in your chest. "Looks good," you whispered in agreement. You hadn't looked at it. You were sure it was fine. You'd eat anything anyway. But he called you Honey, and you didn't mind it one bit.

You shared the pizza side by side on his couch along with the rest of the bottle of wine, and Bob listened to you tell him about your friends you meet up with on Fridays. And then he told you about his deployment as he finished the last few drops of wine. 

"I never really talk about this with anyone but Nat. This is nice," he said softly.

"Is it lonely?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as he set down his glass and looked at you. 

You didn't want to rush him, because you could tell what he was going to say was important. And it was. His voice was a little rough as he looked at you and said, "Somehow it's lonelier when I come home. It's worse than being on an aircraft carrier in that I can't really have anything for myself here. There's nothing waiting for me. And a lot of the time, I feel like it would be too much to ask someone to do that. To wait for me. It would be a lot for someone to accept."

When you crawled onto his lap, he didn't stop you. And when you tilted his face up to make him look at you, his cheeks flushed pink, but his hands found your hips again. "I understand exactly how you feel." 

Then you kissed him, and you didn't stop for probably hours or maybe days. It felt that good. When you ended up beneath his warm body, you were so happy he came to your house on Sunday morning with your credit card. "Bob," you whimpered, and that seemed to bring him back from wherever his head was while he kissed his way down your neck and along your chest. His hair was a mess from your fingers, and his lips were a little puffy from the kisses, and you were pretty sure he wouldn't let you down again even if his friends were idiots.

You'd broken the spell, but he didn't seem to mind as he stood and pulled you to your feet. "It's getting late. We have work in the morning. Let me walk you to your car?"

At this rate, you were afraid you'd let him do anything he wanted, because he held your hand the whole way there. And he kissed you just right and told you he'd love to spend part of Saturday with you.

"Come over," you told him, and he promised he would.

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It was chilly as Bob watched the sunset over the ocean from your back deck, but his body was warm from the combination of having you and your fleece blanket wrapped around him. You fit perfectly in his arms. Frankly, you seemed to fit pretty perfectly in his life. He wouldn't mind spending all of his Saturdays like this, listening to your gaming recap from the night before while you occasionally kissed the side of his neck. Your fingers were laced with his, and when you asked if he wanted to share a bottle of wine you got when you were in Napa Valley, he responded with a different question. 

"Is there any chance you'd want to be my girlfriend?" You shivered in his arms, so he wrapped you up a little tighter. "I can't stop thinking about you being the one waiting for me to get home from a deployment."

You didn't speak right away which made him apprehensive. He'd somehow been the one to push things too fast. This was something he'd never managed to do before. You tightened your grip on his hand as you said, "Bob... people are going to recognize me. It's going to happen sometimes, no matter what I try to do about it, and I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. "I don't care about that, Honey." Then more kisses. The bottle of wine in your kitchen was left forgotten as you carefully slipped one leg over Bob's lap and sat straddling him. You kept the blanket wrapped snug around both of you, your body nestled against his as your foreheads met. "I just really like you."

The sun had disappeared below the horizon. Everything was pink and purple and dusky and dreamy as your cheek nudged his glasses making him smile. "If you think you can handle being my boyfriend, then I'm not going to try to stop you."

Heart pounding, he asked, "So is that a yes?"

"Yes." Your kisses were slow and soft, and Bob kept chasing the smile on your lips, because he couldn't get enough. With his eyes closed, all he could hear was the ocean below and the soft sounds you made. All he could feel was your body everywhere. You smelled familiar. You tasted good. 

As you ran your fingers through his hair, your other hand trailed down to his shoulder, along his bicep and then across his chest. When Bob dared to let his hands dip from your waist to your hips and butt, you scooted a little bit closer. He realized when your fingers skimmed his abs that he had an erection. 

Embarrassed, he tried to break the kiss and move his hands, but as soon as he started to move, you pulled away first. In the dying light, he could see your wide eyes and the alluring rise and fall of your chest. Part of your lace bra strap was showing, and your nipples were obviously hard. His cock throbbed in his jeans as you asked, "Do you want to stop?"

He knew you could read the desire on his face. When he started to shake his head, you rubbed yourself against his jeans where he was hard for you. "No," he grunted, head tipping back as he panted. "I don't want to stop."

"Good," you whispered next to his ear, lips barely grazing him. "Neither do I." You took his hands in both of yours and brought them back up to your body, encouraging him to touch every curve.

He gasped your name as he watched you slowly rolling your hips against him, seemingly in no hurry as you bit your lip. When he reached for the hem of your shirt, you didn't stop him, and he tossed it aside. Your body looked magical in the twilight, and as he reached for your bra clasp, realization hit him. 

You were used to a certain caliber of partner for these kinds of activities. Standards he probably couldn't meet. "You're hesitating again," you whispered, voice breaking a little bit on the last word. "If you don't think you want to do this with me, I completely understand, Bob."

It was getting difficult to read your expression in the darkness, but when you stopped touching him and pulled your arms to your sides, he started to panic. "It's not that," he promised. "But you've been with... p-professionals. Guys who know what they're... doing." He ran his hands through his own hair. "And I'm not the most experienced. I've only had two partners."

"Oh, Bob," you moaned, and his cock ached at the sound. He wanted you. His whole body was screaming for it, and then he watched as you unhooked your own bra and let it slide down your arms and fall from your fingers. Your body was flawless, back arched, every curve designed to make him crazy. He made a sound somewhere between a groan and a whine as you leaned in closer and kissed him. "You'll be so much better."

Your bare skin was everywhere as the blanket slipped from around you. Bob's hands splayed across your back to keep you warm, but the supple feel of you had him thrusting against your core as he gingerly ran his thumb along the side of your breast. "So much better!" you whispered before pulling his bottom lip between yours.

He was still a little nervous, throbbing against you in his pants like a teenager as he cupped your breast in his rough palm. When you trailed your lips down his neck, he said, "I just want to be good enough for you."

Bob was thankful it was dark and you couldn't see him blushing as you nipped his earlobe and giggled. "Bob. You're better, because you're real. And you're turning me on, because we're not faking anything." You moved your right hand down between your bodies and squeezed his cock through his jeans as you sucked on his neck. "There's nothing fake about this."

He was gasping as he reached for your hand. "Honey." He couldn't take too much more teasing, or at this rate, he'd finish before his pants were off. "Can we go inside?"

You were off his lap and reaching for him with both hands, pulling him to his feet and closer to you. "My bedroom sound good?"

"Yes." 

It was honestly difficult to walk. You led him through the sliding glass door and inside where the soft lighting somehow made your topless body look even more stunning. You brought him down the short hallway to your room, walking backwards and looking up at him with a smirk as you unzipped his jeans. He made another unintelligible noise as he watched the way your breasts swayed and bounced with each movement. 

Your bedside lamp provided the only light, and Bob was still looking around, trying to get his bearings, when you pulled his shirt and undershirt off. "Oh," you gasped, running your palms up his flat stomach to his slightly broader chest. "God." He couldn't fathom that you liked what you saw and felt enough to leave you panting his name, but you definitely were. Then your hand was down the front of his unzipped jeans, and he grinned as you tried your best to wrap your hand around his length, your eyes growing wide. "Bob."

And now he wasn't really nervous, because this actually felt really easy and good with you. You were giving him all the queues that you wanted more. You were kissing him as you stumbled to the bed. You were trying your best to get your hand around his cock, but you couldn't. He picked you up and hauled you up to the pillows, and you squealed. All he could see was your beautiful smile as you kissed him over and over, only pulling away to run your nose along his cheek and whisper his name. 

He watched you shimmy out of your yoga pants and underwear and push them aside, and it was no wonder you were able to make a career out of using your body the way you did. But if most of that was just acting, then he wasn't going to let you down now. He watched as your head tipped back, and you pressed yourself up against his hands when he gently squeezed your breasts. Mesmerized by all of this, he let his hands drift down over your ribs and along your sides until he was met by your hips.

Bob worked his hands slowly back up your body and down again, pausing to press his lips to your breasts as you arched for him again. You felt soft, and you were sensitive, running your bare foot up and down his leg as you whimpered. When he squeezed your hips again, he let his gaze fall below your belly button.

His voice was soft and deep as he asked, "Is it okay if I taste you, Honey?"

You instantly spread your legs a little wider, grabbed him by his hair, and said, "Please."

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Bob's hands were huge, with thick veins and graceful, calloused fingers. All he was doing was touching you and kissing you, and you were very fucking worked up. This was already a treat, just being with a guy who wasn't grabbing at you and trying to shove his cock in your mouth. But it was more than that. It was the soft tone he used when he said your name and the way he was looking at you. 

Gentle but strong. That was how you'd describe your newly minted boyfriend. You smiled at him as he stroked his fingers down your sides. You hadn't had a boyfriend in years, and Bob was so sweet and handsome, it was absolutely outrageous. 

"Is it okay if I taste you?"

All of that and he wanted to go down on you? "Please." Your voice was needy, and your body was so ready for him. You eased your thighs further apart so he could see all of you, and you let your fingers tangle in his soft hair. You were so excited, and when the wire rim of his glasses brushed the inside of your thigh, you shivered with pleasure. 

Then his lips met your pussy, and you almost went through the fucking ceiling. Those big hands were at your waist, holding you in place on the bed as he licked up along your slit, slowly tasting every inch before he hummed softly. You wanted to watch, but you could barely lift your head off of the pillow as he licked up again and again before kissing your clit. 

When you managed to prop yourself up on one elbow, you got a great view of his big cock hanging out of his unzipped jeans when he lifted his head away from your body. "Does it feel good?" he asked, and you laughed. He pulled away from you further, concern on his face as you started to reach for him.

Your nails scraped along the day's worth of stubble on his cheek as you sat up and kissed him, tasting yourself. You licked at his lips and chin, cleaning up the wetness before you whispered. "It feels better than good."

A few seconds later, you were on your back again, legs over his shoulders as he ate your pussy with fervor. All of your nerve endings were singing his praises. He had you spread with his rough thumbs, and when he looked up at you, even his nose was wet. Your hands were fisted at your sides while you gently rolled your hips against his mouth and whined at the perfect feel of him. "Shit. Fuck," you gasped. He sucked on you with just the right amount of pressure, and your toes were literally starting to curl. "Bob!" 

All you got in response was another hum of pleasure that made you squeal followed by some seriously lewd, wet sounds. His broad shoulders pushed against the backs of your thighs, and you felt him teasing at your opening with the tip of one finger. Tongue circling your clit, he glanced up at you over his crooked glasses. His cheeks were pink, and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead as you reached for his hair again. "I want you to fuck me."

"Okay," he agreed, nodding his head like he hadn't brought you close with his mouth. He looked a little dazed and pussy drunk, and you thought you could fall in love with that expression on his handsome face. 

"Come here," you whispered, kneeling so you could kiss him. "You taste like me," you added, licking his cheek and chin. "And I love it."

"Honey," he growled, and when you looked down, you could tell he was aching. You pushed him onto his butt and helped him the rest of the way out of his jeans and snug briefs, his thick cock bouncing for you. Then you looked at him there in just his socks and glasses, and your entire body clenched with a need you'd never known before. 

You took his cock in both hands, leaned down and kissed away all of his precum while every muscle in his abs and both legs tensed up. "Holy shit," he gasped. When you tugged on his shoulders, he moved with you, covering your body with his own. His weight and warmth against your bare skin felt essential to your happiness, and when you kissed him, he said, "And you taste like me." 

His cheeks flushed a pretty pink as you ran your tongue along his lips. You couldn't get enough. He shifted his body slightly, and his cock came to rest on your slick clit, making you moan into his mouth. You arched away from him, moving your hips back and forth a few inches at a time, using his body to bring yourself pleasure as you clung to his arms. "God, Bob. You haven't even been inside me yet, and I'm a mess." 

The veins in his neck and forehead were more prominent as he panted, a bead of his sweat rolling down to the tip of his nose. You licked it away as you shifted your hips so he was positioned at your entrance. He was thick, and even though you were soaking wet now, you had to use one hand to help guide him. You shook your head from side to side, your body taking him slowly. He buried his forehead to your neck, and the bite of his glasses against your collar bone kept you grounded. 

"Honey," he moaned, clutching at your hips as he finally, finally bottomed out. You were completely full, already clenching around him softly and enjoying the rough feel of his trimmed hairs against your clit. He thrusted a few times like he couldn't help himself, and you kissed his forehead. "Am I hurting you?"

His neck was a little slick against your fingertips. You'd been fucked too rough or without enough lubrication to the point of it being painful several times before, but this was the exact opposite. "Bob, you feel incredible." He lifted his head and kissed your lips, rewarding you with another thrust. Your legs tangled with his as you pushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him harder. 

His lips found their way to your neck and breasts, and his thrusts started coming quicker, but every smooth movement left you gripping at him, your body begging for more as you whimpered and whined. He murmured your name against your skin, sucking on your nipples until you were seeing stars. And each thrust filled you somehow better than the last. And every movement left you grinding your clit up for more. 

You were going to come. You were going to come so hard. You could feel it. The buildup was delicious. Lips and stubble and glasses on your breasts. Hands on your hips. Bob everywhere.

"I'm not wearing a condom. Honey," he panted. "I'm not wearing a condom."

"It's okay," you whined loudly, suddenly gasping and clawing at his shoulders for leverage. "You can come wherever you want."

He chose inside you. And you came, hard and long and loud, hands on his face while you kissed him. You knew he was going to be so much better. You called it from the start. From when he surprised you by asking you out for coffee. He was immediately better than anything else you anticipated for yourself, and even when he fumbled, he recovered. You ran your lips along his cheek and back to his ear and whispered, "You're so much better than faking it."

He rolled both of you onto your sides, facing each other while he was still deep inside you. "Please don't ever do that. Fake it," he said, voice deep and raspy as he ran his rough palm along your cheek. "I want to know I'm good enough for my girlfriend." 

You smiled and tucked your head under his chin, and he wrapped his arm around you. His skin was warm beneath your lips, and his words were soft and gentle. When he climbed out of bed, he asked where he could find a washcloth, and he came back with it a minute later, ready to help you get cleaned up. He even held your robe out for you and waited while you used the bathroom, but you did that quickly, finding you wanted to be right next to him as much as possible.

Bob looked delicious in his briefs and undershirt, and you wrapped your arms around his waist as you asked, "Do you want to go back out under the blanket? With the bottle of wine? We could look at the stars. Listen to the ocean before bed."

He kissed your forehead. "As long as I'm with you."

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Six months later...

After eight weeks away, Bob was excited to get home. He really hoped this was the start of his deployments feeling lonelier than the time between them did. Especially since he was going home to you and the house where he moved all of his stuff as soon as you asked him to live with you. He couldn't wait to hold you all night and hear all about your Dungeons & Dragons campaign and ask how you'd been enjoying work.

As soon as the aircraft carrier started docking in San Diego, he was at one of the lower railings along with the other aviators, and he spotted you immediately. You were bouncing around at the front of the crowd shouting his name and waving like a lunatic, and he had missed you so much. "Hey, Honey!" he shouted, and you just jumped higher. 

"Damn, Floyd. That's your girl?" asked one of the guys he'd flown with.

"Yeah," he replied, never taking his eyes off you. "That's my girl."

Six and a half minutes later, he was practically running down the long ramp with his duffle on one shoulder to the spot where you were waiting for him. 

"Bob!" you screeched as he scooped you up in your tiny dress and kissed you until you were as breathless as he was. "I missed you. I love you so much, and I missed you."

"I want to go home, Honey," he said, kissing you again. "Take me home."

"Gladly," you gushed, grabbing his hand and leading him toward his own truck. "I have big plans for your big cock," you announced to everyone around you, and Bob felt his cheeks warm up. "Well, and the rest of you, too. We can make a pizza together and eat out on the deck."

"Anything you want," he promised, tossing his bag in the truck bed and pushing you against the door. "And I love you, too." 

You only let him kiss you for a few seconds, before you were pushing him away. "I know you do. Let's go home." You held his hand on the short ride, and when he pulled in the driveway, you yanked him right out and led him inside the house. 

This felt incredible, knowing you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, running hand in hand to the bedroom. Then you stopped short and turned to face him as he bumped into you with a laugh. "You know how you're kind of your alter ego right now when you're in your uniform? Lieutenant Floyd?"

"Yeah?" he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, but your lips curled into a smile as you backed away.

"Well... I thought you might like to meet my alter ego?" you asked softly, easing that little dress up to your hips and along your torso before pulling it over your head. You were standing there in the tiniest black thong and bra set known to mankind. "Do you want to meet Roxy Luxxe?"

Bob just nodded and reached down to palm himself through his khaki pants as he gaped at you and grunted, "Uh huh." If Roxy was just a playful extension of his girlfriend, then yes, he wanted to meet her. 

You bit your lip and coaxed him toward the bed, running your hands down your body to your hips where you played with your underwear. "Good. Because she wants to meet you, too. And she wants you to know she's only going to be available exclusively for Bob Floyd's enjoyment."

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Thanks for reading this long one-shot! I wanted Bob to get to fuck a former pornstar, because nobody deserves such a treat the way Bob does! But then I got attached to them and had to make it special. Bob and the artist formerly known as Roxy Luxxe are adorable together. Thanks to @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls @thedroneranger and @sylviebell for your help!

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[xreader-writing]

Trolling | Inaki Godoy

Sumarry: Y/n thinks it's a good idea to prank her boyfriend.

Pairing: Inaki Godoy X Youtuber!Reader

A/N: It's the first time I've written to this Beautiful boy lol requests are open love

"Good morning everyone, today at your request I'm going to troll Inaki, and I really hope he doesn't get too upset." Y/n holding the camera in her hand.

"Well, I'll hide her somewhere and film his reaction to the say we're breaking up." She says, already looking for a place to hide the camera.

"Oh this place is perfect." Y/n places the camera on a shelf where it perfectly takes up a good part of the room.

"Baby, I'm home " She hears a voice from downstairs, and quickly grabs her backpack and starts putting the clothes from the top of her bed into the backpack.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Inaki is surprised to see his girlfriend putting her clothes in a backpack.

"I'm leaving."

"Where are we going?" Inaki asks, sitting on the bed, right next to where the clothes are, including on top of some of them.

"Not us, just me." She says this without looking at him, and Inaki's eyes are wide now.

"What do you mean? It's a joke, right?"

"No, it's very serious." Y/n goes to the closet to get a suitcase, and when she comes back, Inaki is turning the backpack upside down.

"What are you doing Inaki?" She says tidying the clothes again.

"No, what are you doing? We were fine, what happened?" He says not angry, but hurt.

"I just feel like it's not going to work anymore."

"Do you feel like it won't work anymore? What lthe fuck, if we have a problem we sit down and talk, it's always been like this my love, let's tell me, what's bothering you?" Inaki says holding Y/n's hands.

She's about to give up on this prank and jump into his arms.

"I'm just going to leave Inaki " Y/n says trying to free his hands.

"No, listen now to what we're going to do, you're going to unpack those bags, take a shower to relax and then we're going to have lunch because I brought your favorite, and then we're going to talk like the two adults we are." Inaki speaks firmly and Y/n would lie if she said it wasn't the most attractive thing she'd ever seen.

"I'm going to set the table and when I get back those bags better be unpacked, because if they aren't I'm going to... eat your lunch." Inaki says leaving the room.

When he left, Y/n didn't know whether to laugh at her boyfriend's threat, or cry because he insisted on her so much.

She sighs, and leaves the room going to the kitchen, she wouldn't be able to finish the prank and now she even started to think it was a bad idea.

His back is turned, so she hugs his back with her eyes closed.

"Love, was a lie." She drawls and Inaki sighs.

"Holy shit." He thinks.

"You're going to kill me one day, you still know?" He says turn around and grab her face.

"Sorry, I'm not even going to post this." Inaki smiles and gives her a peck on the mouth.

"And why not?"

"I don't want others to see how cute you are." Inaki laughs and pulls her in for a real kiss now.

"I wouldn't let you leave." He says rubbing his nose against hers.

"Oh, you're a toxic man then?" She jokes.

“said the woman who doesn't even want to post the video out of jealousy.” The two laugh and kiss again.

"I'm glad it was a lie, I thought I was going to need to eat your lunch."

"leave my lunch alone!"

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[ryoalouette]

Machi's #12 DPxDC Idea

Dick shivered, Klarion had him against the wall and the sword. Quite literally. He had tie him up to a wall and now was threatening him with a sword.

"Relax," Klarion said. "I only want to talk."

"Funny way to show it," Dick quipped back.

"Oh? You mean this?" Klarion said swinging the sword. "Don't pay attention to it, is just a little failsafe in case things don't work as planned."

Dick narrowed his eyes, he was sure Klarion wasn't afraid of him or Batman so, what kind of creature could make him afraid? Dick needed to know more.

"What did you want to talk about anyway?"

Klarion swifter his feet, as if pondering what to say.

"Don't you ever get tired?" Klarion asked Dick surprising him.

"I mean, always in the same place, fighting the same fights, a never ending circle. It's so boring, so predictable. Wouldn't you like to fly away? To be able to see new places and meet new people?"

Dick thought about it, it was true that he was tired of being tied up to the same place. Back in his childhood he used to be constantly traveling, constantly moving. That ended when his parents died, Bruce had tried to help the itch by taking him on several expensive trips but it was not the same. He wanted to walk away without knowing where he would end up, enjoying the way more than the destiny itself. But he was fine, he was doing good, he was making the world a better place. His own comfort was secondary.

Klarion smiled, "that's what I thought."

Dick frowned, what were Klarion's intentions? But he didn't have time to ask. Klarion slapped something in his forefront as a portal opened.

"Klarion!" Yelled a feminine voice. "Time to pay up bitch!"

Klarion squawked and held his sword harder.

"He yearns for freedom! Take him!" He yelled as he pointed at Dick and took a step back. Dick gasped, so this was his plan! Not very original but very problematic for him.

Out of the portal came an old wrecked ship and from it fell a woman. She wore a mismatch of clothes from different time periods, several piercings on her pointed ears and a scarf tied up in her head. She also had long white hair and bright green eyes. Dick shivered as she smiled a too sharp smile.

"Not bad," she said getting closer to Dick. She turned to Klarion, "the payment is acceptable." Klarion let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed Dick's arm and pulled him up with her.

"Welcome abroad bitch, get ready to explore the realms and see what nobody has seen before. What nobody is supposed to see." Dick gulped as the boat traveled away through another portal

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Bruce was desperate, it had been months since Dick had disappeared and they weren't any closer to find him than they were on day one. They had looked under every stone, every brick in the world and nothing. They had asked for favors from every person they knew, spent all the resources available to the justice league and even called for the green lanterns help. Nothing. Until Jason found a new book titled "kidnapped by the pirate queen" a romantic book about a rich boy that yearned for freedom and it was kidnapped by the pirate queen to travel the world and fell in love in the process. Coincidentally enough, it was written by one R.G.W. The batfam was divided if the clues were there or if it was a coincidence. Until the second book of the series came out, and then the third. With each new book it was more obvious that it was Dick writing the books, now only one question was, when they were going to meet their new sister in law?

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[jarofstyles]

Illicit- II

Check out our Patreon- part 3 and 4 are up there now!

Warnings- Cheating (H with Y/N), asshole H lol

WC- 3.1k

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“How was the event yesterday?” Niall asked, leaning back in his camping chair. 

The lake view was stunning. Nestled in the foothills of the mountain range, the lake town had always had charm. It was a true small town, despite the string of multi million dollar lake homes, and Harry had found it to be one of his favorite estates their family owned. That’s why he hosted an end of summer weekend there with his true friends. His small handful of trusted people and their significant others- and a few staff with iron clad NDA’s- were invited out to the lake house for the last hoorah of summer activities. Tubing, swimming in the lake or the pool, volleyball, bonfires, even fireworks that he hired out, all of it was being utilized before it couldn’t be anymore. It was similar each year, but this year had a new, important addition.

Y/N, his sweet little thing. 

“Horrible.” Harry grunted, watching as Y/N and Zayn’s girlfriend Hannah combed the bush around the lake looking for wildflowers. “It’s never good. I despise those things, and the fact I have to go to save face makes it even more insufferable.” The events were so drab and dull. Sometimes, in his youth, he’d enjoy the food or the drinks. Winning something at auction. But now it was watered down with people who, quite frankly, didn’t deserve to be there. He could give to charities on his own- and he did- but un-fucking-fortunately, if he showed up then there would be more eyes on it. His presence was just as valuable as his money. 

“Don’t blame ya for hating ‘em. As soon as I got out of them I felt better. But how was Katherine? She splattered you all over her instagram, said she got flowers from ya. Did you?” He knew the answers, obviously, but wanted the confirmation he all too easily got with the scoff and Harry’s head tipping back to finish his beer.  

“Fuck no. I haven’t gotten her flowers since the first date. I left Y/N in my bed, arrived to the event late to get my ear chewed off about how rude it was and dragged around to be photographed even though I’d rather chop off a thumb.” He grunted. “Then I went home, Y/N was asleep so I packed and then… woke her up.” His face grew a slight smirk, remembering how he woke her up with his mouth between her thighs and flowers actually bought for her on the nightstand. He felt awful whenever he had to see Katherine and knew it wasn't something that Y/N liked either, so he wanted to make it up to her whenever he could. The fact that Katherine showed him off like a showpony and lied about flowers she had certainly got for herself was laughable but not at all surprising. 

“It’s so odd to see you like… properly into a girl.” Niall admitted. “I have to admit, though, y’look actually happy. Weird as fuck to see you walk around with a smile after the scowls you’ve become famous for.” It really was. Y/N had exposed a softer, gentler side of Harry that hadn’t been seen before. Before Y/N he wouldn’t have been caught dead with a woman on his lap, and yet he pulled her into his lap whenever he got the chance. Even here. He didn’t give a fuck if his inner circle saw- no, he wanted them to. The need to show off the one girl he actually wanted was overwhelming at times. 

“She’s different.” There was no use in denying how much he really loved Y/N. It was obvious, written all over his face when she was around or even mentioned. She’d taken the stiff iron walls of his heart and turned them into soft molten fluff for her to mold. There wasn’t much shame he had, except for having to hide her for a bit. “I just want this contract to be over so I can move it along. She’s halfway moved in but I want her there all the time. Just can’t have her fully there because… y’know.” Because Katherine liked to show up unannounced sometimes and demand attention. He never really did, sending her off with the excuse of work, but once he got serious with Y/N he had his locks changed and a lack of care that increased as the days went on. 

Harry was an awful boyfriend to Katherine and he simply did not care. He hoped that she would come to her senses and break up with him but apparently, the perks of being attached to his name were too good to give up just because he was mean, didn’t give her attention or affection. He’d refused to kiss her besides the cheek and told her that he didn’t care if she got it somewhere else, but he was on a ‘sex ban.’. Ironic, considering he was the most thoroughly sexed he’d been in his life. Sometimes he felt a tad bit of guilt, just knowing how his mother would feel if she found out how awful he was to her- but she didn’t like the girl either! 

He was desperate for this to end so he could introduce her to Y/N. The woman he was certain he was keeping for as long as she let him. Harry was a possessive man and intended on that being forever, but he cared about her too much to lock her into a secret engagement. She deserved to be able to show off and tell the world- and so did he. 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s good there wasn’t an infidelity clause, he was dumb as fuck for that. It’s a shame cause she’s a pretty girl, could probably find some other new blood to stick to and make her money that way. But I get why she’s sticking to you. All those people wanting a slice of your empire must be fucking exhausting.” Niall was wealthy, his family going back a few generations short of Harry’s own, but it didn’t have the public notoriety that his did. He often wished that was the case for his legacy. 

“Wish she would just have a real moment of clarity and realize no money is worth this, that she could be getting dick and designer bags and someone else to dote on her. Not me. Never will be me. But, in just a few months it’s not my problem and her arse will be on the curb whilst Y/N will go public with me.” He didn’t plan on waiting very long for that. Perhaps it would be in bad taste to only wait until a day after a public breakup but he would do it if Y/N didn’t have some weird guilt surrounding Katherine. 

Their conversation was cut short by a call of his name, his beaming girl approaching with a basket of wildflowers in her hand. His heart stuttered, his scowl falling to build up a soft, fond smile. His arm opened and he patted his lap, motioning her to sit pretty on his thigh and drape her legs over him- which she easily did. Her breezy, cornflower blue dress hit just above her knees and the off the shoulder cut showed off a nice amount of skin. A necklace she had gotten from him, a sunflower pendant with an H etched into the back hung perfectly on her neck, glistening in the setting sun. The floppy sunhat looked fucking adorable on her, pushed back enough to ensure it didn’t hit Harry in the face. 

“What have you got, my love?” He asked tenderly, hand folding on her thigh and tucking under the hem of her dress. An intimate hold, but they were in their own safe place. As soon as he went public with her, he was going to show the world just how much. HE wasn’t necessarily the public type, but he had no qualms with letting people see Y/N on his arm, draped in jewelry his money bought, on his yachts, in his businesses, with his ring, and hopefully, full of his child. He couldn’t think about the last one for too long without getting hard, though, so he reserved that for later. 

“We got a little bouquet for the table for dinner. Love the flowers you got too, but it feels nice.” Her hand stroked through his ungelled hair, loving the curls they formed whenever he was unstyled. He left it like that specifically for her, and she took advantage of it. “My mum and I would do it every summer, we had that flower garden. Remember the photos?” Harry nodded, he did indeed. He would be building her her own whenever he could propose and they moved further out of the city. “Yeah, good! So, we got some and m’gonna go ask Ms.Greta if she’s got any vases. We’re eating outside tonight, yeah?” 

“We are. Proper grill out. I think she does have some, I don’t remember offhand what we’ve got here but-” He squeezed her leg, letting his fingers press into the warm flesh. “Before y’go and do that, think you forgot something.” His expectant look was clear on his face. Y/N gasped, quickly remedying the situation as she curled her hand around his strong jaw and tilted it so she could connect their mouths for what she intended to be a chaste kiss. Harry had different intentions. Instead, he snuck his tongue into her mouth and used his hand to cradle the back of her neck, slightly damp with sweaty hair, keeping her to his mouth. He was never one to half ass, even when Niall began to fake gag. 

“Alright, fucking christ. Swallow her whole, why don’t you!” Niall continued to make childish noises but Harry continued, ignoring his friend as he hummed against his girl’s mouth. He had few places he could actually do these sorts of things and he’d be damned if he let anyone tease him out of it. This was the woman he wanted more than anything, and he liked the tiny glimpses he got into their possible future. 

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“I like this.” Y/N mumbled into his chest. The day had dwindled down and she was sitting on his lap in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom. Harry’s chest was bare as her cheek rested against the smooth expanse, the middle of it covered in a thin layer of hair. He’d started to let it grow since they’d begun to see one another when Y/N expressed how much she found it sexy, and Harry was one to please her when she said things like that. “Not having to hide. I can’t wait until you can be mine for everyone to see.” Her lips brushed his pec, pressing a chaste kiss there.

Guilt swarmed inside his stomach like a disturbed beehive, making him swallow down the lump in his throat. While he felt no guilt at all for the supposed infidelity towards Katherine, the guilt lied in having to suppress the most incredible relationship with Y/N. He knew she didn’t love feeling like a secret all the time, and while Harry had said he didn’t care if people found out, Y/N had to think of her own reputation. That was what had him ensuring he kept it under wraps. While people would just see him as yet another dumb, horny man? They’d see Y/N as a homewrecker, a slut, every bad name under the sun. Not to mention the online bullying she’d be subjected to by Katherine, her little group and all her naive fans. 

He’d never cared about someone like this before. Yes, of course he loved his family and his friends, but this was a whole other level of care. It went bone deep. Y/N was the type of person you met once in a lifetime. The type you couldn’t let slip through your fingers because you really couldn’t. Y/N was everything and more and Harry was dedicated to keeping her as happy as possible, but the reality was that they had to hide just a bit longer. 

“I know, my love.” He said quietly, trailing his fingers over the crown of her head. “It’s hard right now. I never anticipated meeting you or I never would have… Wouldn’t have taken the deal.” The words were murmured just for her, eyes searching her own to try and gauge her emotions. She didn’t seem particularly devastated, but there was still that undercurrent of sadness that made his chest twinge. “I know I’ve told you time and time again about how much I am obsessed with you, how you’re the woman I want… But I can’t wait either. You’ve not even a clue about how much I look forward to showing you off.”

While he had complained of Katherine doing so, it was a whole other ballgame when you truly adored the person and felt proud to be theirs. 

“You do?” She peeped, eyes rounding as she peered up at him. Sometimes she was so fucking beautiful that it felt like a hit in the stomach. She was clear of makeup now, showing off her natural features. He loved seeing her in any capacity but this had to be his favorite. Private, intimate, bare. Her hair in two messy braids but still managed to have some strands in her face. Her lips were soft and plump, the overnight mask on them that she had tried to explain to him and he still had no clue what it did other than make his girl happy- his Y/N was his gift. He knew he didn’t deserve her but he never claimed to be a good person- He would keep her forever. Some could call him intransigent, but he wouldn’t argue. 

“Of course I do. Look forward to everyone seeing you on my arm. I think it will be apparent that I’m pretty far gone. People will wonder what magic powers you possess.” He laughed through his nose, leaning in to kiss the side of her head. “You just bewitched me, sweet little thing. Had me in knots when you blocked me, y’know that?” His smile grew. “Never wanted to talk to someone so badly in my life.”

“From what I knew, you had an actual real girlfriend!” She defended adamantly. “And then you basically locked me into a room with you to explain yourself. Scared the shit out of me. Y’know, there were rumors that people thought you were some sort of mafia boss.” She snorted. “Kind of believed it for a bit. You’ve got the whole, tall, dark and handsome thing going on. Mysterious. Kind of a dick.” She yelped when he lightly pinched her side, erupting into a fit of giggles. “Hey! No. You’re a handsome asshole. And to your credit, that was the last time you were all weird with me. Once I believed you, you became a sweet little thing.” Her voice cooed as she reached up to pinch his cheek like a grandmother would, making him roll his eyes.

It was true, though. He’d met her and it hadn’t gone so well in the beginning. His reputation for being cold and callous to new people, to most, actually, didn’t help when his interest in her spiked. He remembered very clearly, watching with a drink in his hand as she laughed with some of the girls. Grinning wide and showing teeth, making his chest do the weird pitter patter it usually did now when he saw her, but the first time had shocked the hell out of him. He’d never had that sort of reaction to someone before. Sure, he found people hot and experienced lust, but it was the first time in his life he craved conversation. To be nosy. So he hunted her, cornered her like prey and had him picking her brain for a while. He’d been gaining momentum, touching her and getting her a drink , and she had been into it until someone whispered into her ear on the way back from the bathroom what he assumed was the information that he was ‘taken.’ 

So what? He had gone through drastic measures to convince her to see him again, even showing her the contract that was notarized. 

“A mafia boss?” He snickered, raising a brow. “Not a chance. Though I appreciate you thinking I’ve got what it takes. No, unfortunately it’s just the multitude of legitimate businesses in my empire, my darling.” His smile grew warm, watching her return it. “Though, if that’s something you want to roleplay in bed, I’d not be opposed.” 

“Of course you wouldn’t be, perv.” With a roll of the eyes she patted his chest. “Never met someone so dirty in my life. Energizer bunny must be a sponsor of your cock because I swear, even being older than me you’ve got more stamina.” It was the truth, but she didn’t grasp how it was just for her. He used to be satisfied with a fuck or two a week, he could go without it if he went to the gym. Being with Y/N changed him to an insatiable beast, but she was his willing accomplice. 

“I don’t see you complaining when my cock is in your pretty cunt and you’re crying for me t’let you cum. Begging Daddy to let you cream all over my cock, because you tend to be a messy little girl. At least m’nice enough to let you.” He said with a straight face. There was no comment about how he could feel her clench on his thigh, but she already knew he could. His filthy mouth couldn’t be competed with and thankfully, Y/N had a thing for dirty talk.

“Alright- jesus.” Y/N whined, burying her face against his chest. “Don’t get me worked up now. I’m a little sore, someone took it out of me in the shower.” The grumbled words made him smirk, smugness and pride evident on his face. If she was really hurt she would let him know and he would grovel on his knees to make it better. “If you take it easy, I think you could have me in the morning. Wake me up with it.” A treat for the man, considering he adored watching her eyes peel open and a whimper sounding from her sleep swollen lips as he slipped in and out of her warm insides.

“Hm. I suppose that’s a fair deal.” He signed, acting resigned as he tugged her closer to him. “I’m lucky to have you, my minx. Always so good to me.”  Even more than he deserved. 

#jarofstyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #illicit #illicitrry #illicit Harry #cheating Harry #harry styles smut imagine #harry smut one shot #harry styles smut one shot #harry styles flufff #harry fluff blurb #harry styles angst #harry angst #asshole h #asshole harry #ceo harry styles #ceo harry #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles au

[angelltheninth]

I don’t think I’ve seen this yet but I seriously need your thoughts on jjk women (heavy on maki and mai (I’m a lil sad barely anyone talks abt mai! orz) and their gf who surprises them by wearing a lingerie for their birthdays as a lil present hehe (i can’t explain it but there is just smth different with wearing pretty lingerie for a pretty woman… gosh I’m melting, I want to be unwrapped by them)

Yeah a lot of people write for male characters, I think the most I've seen written for female characters is in the Arcane fandom.

Pairing: Nobara, Maki, Mai, Shoko, Utahime x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, lingerie, stripping, grinding, strap-on use, fingering

A/N: I mostly write requests so if you'd like to request more female characters you can.

Nobara picked out what you should wear, it was more like a gift for you. You thought it was odd for her to give you a gift on her birthday but she liked to spoil you with pretty things. You were her pretty girlfriend after all. Well two could play at that game. The look of surprise on her face when you lifted your skirt and reveled that you were wearing what she bought you... she didn't want to take it off but at the same time... god she was you'd look even better naked and fucking yourself on her tongue.

Maki suspected you had something planned for her birthday given how secretive you were for most of the day and how you shied away from her inquisitive looks. You won't tell her what it is, even with all the kisses she gives you but you do give her a clue, it's something that will require her to get her strap-on. You could have said more but it wasn't needed, she was already running to get it only to come back and see you decked out in pretty lingerie, ready for her to slip it to the side and fuck you all the while you're wearing that pretty gift.

Mai did notice you were taking an unusual amount of time getting dressed for the birthday dinner. Stranger was the fact that you didn't sit across form her, you sat on her lap. She welcomed the closeness always, but couldn't keep focused on the food when her hands wondered beneath your clothes, feeling the real reason you sat on her lap. Expert fingers took your clothes off little by little to reveal the prize underneath. She didn't want to move you, where you were was perfect, your breasts right in her face, so much skin to kiss, while you grind yourself on her thigh, leaving a wet spot as you do so.

Shoko saw you putting the lingerie on but didn't say anything. She would never spoil the surprise you had in store for her. Through the night she shows little ways of appreciation for this gift, kissing you when she can, always holding you close, riling you up with the tiniest touches on your neck and thighs but avoiding the most sensitive spots. Does pretend to be surprised when you reveal yourself to her but the one truly surprised is you when she rejects your offer to eat her out. There's a reason she skipped dessert, she wants to eat you, she wants you to ride her face while keeping that pretty lingerie on.

Utahime wants you to wear that all day for her birthday, only the lingerie and nothing else. That would be the best gift in her opinion, the gift of seeing you looking so sexy for her whenever she turns to kiss you, and your pussy easily accessible for her fingers whenever she wants. No time of that special day is spent without her hands, mouth or eyes on you, drinking in every movement, every reaction up until you strip for her at the end of the night and finally let her give you a gift of her own, the orgasm your pussy has been craving.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nobara x reader #maki x reader #mai x reader #shoko x reader #utahime x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujustu kaisen smut #jjk smut #x female reader

[strwbmei]

In the spirit of me fucking up my knee, could I request a short thing of Keqing/HSR Bronya princess carrying an injured reader?

~Teeth

(Also heya how’s it going?)

Hello, Teeth!! It's been a while! A lot has happened. Normally I'd say that I hope you've been doing well, but the fucked up knee speaks for itself. Not sure how you hurt your knee exactly or how bad it is, so I apologize if anything written here is medically unsafe/incorrect!

Keqing would go full asian mom style. She'd scold you for being careless, saying things like "I told you to be careful!" and to "stop being so reckless!" while dressing your injury. Her words sting, but you can tell that she cares with how careful she's being with you. Also, she insists on carrying you the same way a few days even after you've recovered. Acts strict, but you can get away with a lot more with her during the time that you're recovering. She'll even let you use her lap as a pillow.

"Ow!" You hiss in pain as Keqing tightens the makeshift bandage around your knee. She glares up at you, eyes full of disappointment and irritation, yet also with a hint of worry that only you could discern. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't being such an idiot..."

"Still, be more gentle! You're dealing with an injured person here, y'know?" You complain, and the other woman rolls her eyes in response. "I'm sure it isn't as bad as you make it out to be if you still have the energy to whine."

Suddenly, Keqing stands up and lifts you into her arms with ease, carrying you bridal style as she starts walking. You yelp in surprise. "What are you-"

"Taking a certain idiot to the infirmary." You sort of just stare at her awestruck because she's rarely so... gentle? It's hard to find the right words to describe it, but you're sure this kind of opportunity is rare.

"What, you think I'd let you walk around with an injured knee?"

"Honestly, yeah, a little bit." As soon as you said those words without thinking, you were sure she'd put you down out of annoyance and tell you that you're free to go to the infirmary yourself, but she only stays silent.

"Whatever. Just... don't worry me again like that, okay?"

Bronya... would definitely overreact. There's no other way to word it. Her expression would be akin to a wounded puppy. She'll have all of the best doctors in Belobog taking care of you and the most luxurious bed for you to lay on even if your injury isn't that bad. Qlipoth bless her soul if the doctors even mention the possibility of your injury permanently impairing you, because she is most definitely going into cardiac arrest. After you recover, she makes it a point to ensure every place in Belobog is accessible to people who can't walk.

Although Bronya works as the Supreme Guardian, she's spent most of her life on the battlefield and she's learned many useful techniques from her experience. One of them is basic medical care.

She's not a professional, but her know-how has saved a few comrades' lives. Still, Bronya most certainly didn't expect that she'd have to use this skill of hers on you of all people.

"Bronya... I'm okay now. Really." You say; an attempt to console the very obviously distressed woman in front of you. With how much she's frowning, anyone that saw her would think that she was the one with an injury.

"No." Bronya responds, and honestly, this is the first time you've heard her so... stern. She knows that you aren't lying, but she sure as hell isn't risking your wound getting worse. "We need to get you to a doctor."

On second thought, it's too dangerous to move you around; it'd be better to have a doctor come here themselves. Still, the nearest doctor is much too far away, so Bronya decides to carry you there instead.

As soon as she picks you up, her mind races with a million thoughts all at once. What if it leaves a scar? What if you aren't able to walk normally again? Aeons forbid, what if you won't be able to walk at all? However dramatic, just the thought has her heart sinking.

She senses your unease and takes a deep breath, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. Perhaps her emotions have gotten the better of her. "I'm sorry, my love. You know how I worry for you." She smiles reassuringly. Whether she's trying to reassure you or herself, you don't know.

#strwb inbox #teethoftheeditor #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr bronya #x reader #fluff #bronya rand #genshin impact #keqing #keqing x reader

[shadow-is-now-sinning]

As a Ganon fan for some time (started with twilight princess he looked so fine man) it surprises me the low quantity of fics for him (same with Bowser) at the same time there isn't a doc where thxs to magic Ganon mom's come back. Like imagine meeting twinrova and them being super excited because FINALLY their son got a s/o who doesn't care if he's victorious or not. Or even they don't care if he's in his human form or not. Please could you write a fanfic where Ganon is embarrassed by his mom's being excited over his s/o? Like it would be so fluffy

Ganondorf and Bowser seem popular but it doesn't seem like it considering you have to traverse the entire internet for mere crumbs. Took so long cause I really struggled with ideas plus writing on your phone kills your fingies.

Content: Third person pov. Gerudo Ganondorf leaning towards Twilight Prince per mention in request, Ganon calls s/o dear and beloved. Mentions of marriage. Pretty short around 500 words.

S/o: s/o is written gender neutral with they/them pronouns. No physical descriptions

-

As feared as Ganondorf Dragmire was, it was an immensely amusing sight to see his surrogate mothers baby the giant man. Kotake and Koume were on him the microsecond he stepped into the dwelling.

“My handsome young man,” the twin with red accents holds up her hands to the large man’s face. Similar to a grandparent squeezing their grandchild’s face to ‘see them better’

“Mother Kotake, we have a guest,” Ganondorf says, seemingly unbothered by what’s happening, moving the twins’ attention to his partner. The twins zoned in on them before looking at each other.

"Sister, I think our son has finally grown up," Kotake says, earning a huff from her son. Koume nods enthusiastically.

"Come in, Come in!" Koume guides the two further inside. The building was old, obviously just some place they chose just out of necessity. It looked well loved with rustic-worn furniture filling the space. Mystical objects and potions also filled the shelves. Along with miscellaneous creatures and substances. Ganondorf promptly guided his partner away from them, pressing lightly on their back.

Kotake waves Koume away, getting a pout from the glacial witch as she goes back to what they were doing before their son's arrival. Without prompting Ganondorf settled down, the chair creaked with protest but held up nonetheless. Sitting next to him they didn't have much time to get comfortable before Kotake offers a teacup containing something. Decidedly it wasn't tea. Ganondorf had received his own cup, miniscule in his armored hands. Looks like he's using a child's tea set Feeling his partner's eyes he looked at them with a slight tilt on his head.

"Is something the matter my dear. Are my mothers making you uncomfortable?" Ganondorf's voice carried a slight worry of the thought.

Shaking their head, Ganondorf releases a sigh of relief. Placing the now empty cup down. Kotake lingered nearby not wanting to interrupt the couple.

A few moments of silence filled the room before Koume spoke from across the room.

"So Dear, are you going to introduce your partner to your mothers?" Kotake nodded eagerly at her sister's words.

"Yes, yes, introduce them to their in-laws."

Ganondorf sighed, "We aren't yet engaged." This is why he waited so long to introduce his mothers. Koume took this time to hurry over grabbing his partner's face between her hands before her son could stop her.

"Yet, so you plan on it?" Koume says. They try to remove themselves from her grasp but she has a mean grip for an elderly woman.

"I've thought about it, Mother Koume. We haven't discussed the concept of marriage." Ganondorf relents.

"It's been ages since another monarch sat on the throne. Such a dashing pair you two would be." Kotake says with a pensive tone. The knuckle of her index finger resting on her chin.

"Come Koume we have plans to discuss," Kotake starts walking away before pausing to talk over her shoulder, "as the elder sister I will be handling wedding planning."

Koume had moved to follow a sputter in her walk at Kotake's words.

"Why I never. Lying to our son's partner. I'm the eldest by 5 minutes." Koume resta her hands on her hips and Kotake turns to give her sister a glare. Ganondorf stands holding his hand out for his partner to take.

"They are going to be a while, beloved." he says, guiding them out of the house. The twin witches squabbling louding as they did.

"So, about our marriage," they looked up at Ganondorf who refused to make eye contact.

-

Rest assured more Ganondorf content is coming. Headcanons and fics alike.

#legend of zelda #twilight princess #ganondorf #ganondorf dragmire #ganondorf x reader

[vbecker10]

The Blind Date? (Part 2 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none...? I know I promised fluff but I lied haha sorry also... I don't know why I made Tony such an ass but I did lol

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Unfortunately your date isn't going nearly as well as Loki's mission... which could also be going better.

A/N: Once again life really got in the way... I'm sorry it took so long to post the second part. Hopefully the third part will be up much easier. This got away from me a little but trust the process lol

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"Would it be possible to get a table closer to the back, where it's quieter?" Loki asks and the woman nods in response, barely looking up at him.

She motions for a waiter to lead you to a table for two in the farthest corner of the space. As you walk through the restaurant, you think it's a bit odd that no one takes notice of Loki. None of wait staff or the other diners even so much as glance at the tall, raven haired prince as he follows you closely. You wonder if Tony Stark or Thor are able to go out as unnoticed as he seemed to be.

You're also more then a little surprised by how content Loki appears to be with the lack of attention from everyone. Although you don't know him quite yet, what little you had seen of him in press conferences would have made you assume he enjoyed being recognized. He almost never attended the interviews with the team but when he did, he always managed to steal the spot light from the other Avengers. You even joked with your friends about how much it appeared to annoy Captain Rogers when Loki was the center of attention.

You reach the table and Loki pulls out your chair, something none of your other blind dates had ever done for you. You smile, looking down to hide a slight blush as he brushes your back lightly. He places his black suit jacket over the back of his chair and you find yourself trying not to stare at how well his dark green dress shirt hugs his chest and arms. He straightens his tie a bit and takes both menus from the waiter, handing you one. You open the menu then close it, feeling confused as you read the cursive writing on the cover.

"Is everything alright with your menu?" Loki asks, looking curiously at you.

"Oh, yes. It's fine, sorry," you answer quickly with a nervous laugh and he nods, thankfully not interested enough to ask any further questions. You don't want to start the night off by telling him you didn't even know the correct name for the restaurant you were in. You were so sure Michelle said it was called the Red Peak but you don't remember seeing a sign out front, there was just a red logo of a mountain on the door. Apparently you should have written it on your note. You open the menu again and sigh at the thought of your friends making fun of you for not realizing you were at the Crimson Hill. So close, you think to yourself.

(LOKI POV)

You nod at Y/N's response and use the menu to hide the fact that you are looking around the room for your targets. You hear Rogers chattering away in your ear as you observe the two Hydra targets walk behind Y/N to their table. Both men hand their coats to a young woman then take their seats at one end. The taller man places a black briefcase on the floor between their chairs and they begin the talk quietly. One of the doors to the kitchen swings open and the waiters quickly clear a path. Two men in dark suits and three women in brightly colored dresses exit the kitchen followed a moment later by a much older man. The Hydra agents stand to greet their hosts with handshakes and hugs, clearly this wasn't a first meeting as the team had assumed.

As soon as all the targets are settled at their table, you take your phone out of your pocket and act as if you've just received a message. "I'm sorry, would you excuse me for a moment. I have to make a call," you say, standing up without waiting for her to respond.

You check the bathroom to ensure it is completely empty then lock the door to the room before angrily responding to Rogers, "You talk far too much Captain. How am I supposed to think if you are never quiet for more then five seconds at a time?"

"You aren't there to think, you're there to watch the targets," he replies in your ear and you roll your eyes.

Stark adds, "While we are on the subject of you thinking, what the hell were you thinking letting that woman know who you really are? That wasn't part of the plan."

"I adjusted the plan. I saw no reason to waste a perfectly good date," you tell them.

"No reason-," Stark says obviously frustrated, "No reason? You're on a recon mission, not an actual date."

"Laufeyson, you need to fix this now," Rogers says, only slightly calmer than Stark sounds.

You smirk at your reflection as you run your fingers through your hair. "Unfortunately, I simply cannot do that," you say.

"And why is that?" Rogers asks, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"How am I to explain my sudden change in appearance when I sit across from her again? Even if she believes I am the same person, I doubt very much you would like me to explain to her that I am here on a mission and only using her as part of my disguise," you wait for them to respond, you can hear Stark sigh deeply. "Or perhaps, you would rather it appear as if Loki walked out on her before we even order appetizers? That really is quite rude, even for me don't you think Captain?" Again, you pause for a moment before adding, "Perhaps it would be best if I were to create an entirely new form since several members of the wait staff have seen this version of me with her already. It might seem a bit peculiar if I suddenly go back to the bar in search of another date while she waits for me to return."

"I can't believe this..." Stark mumbles then after a short pause finally says, "Fine." You try not to wince at how loud he yells that one word in your ear. "Don't screw this up any more than you already have, Laufeyson," he warns you.

"Don't forget, you're still on probation and I will make sure all of this goes in my report for Fury," Rogers adds.

(Y/N POV)

You bite your nails as you look around the restaurant then back at the empty seat across from you. You still can't believe Michelle would really set you up with Loki and not tell you. Normally she was so bad at keeping her own secrets she would tell what she bought you for your birthday the minute she left the store.

How did she even manage to set this up, you wonder. She never told you she had even met him and you had asked several times about the Avengers, more specifically about Loki. The God of Mischief might not be everyone's favorite but your friends knew he was your celebrity crush. Michelle even joked that you two were destined to be sister-in-laws since she thought Thor was the best looking. Neither of you were surprised when Jess said she preferred the former Winter Soldier, he did look oddly similar to her fiancé Sebastian, although she claimed she didn't see it.

"I'm sorry about that," you hear Loki say from behind you, brushing your shoulder lightly as he passes.

"Its ok. Is everything alright?" you ask, noticing how unhappy he seems.

"Yes," he answers, barely making eye contact with you. "Just a small issue with work," he vaguely explains.

You don't respond, unsure if you are able to ask him anything specific about work. You sit in silence for a few moments until the waiter appears and takes your order, then the two of you are alone again.

"So..." you start slowly, trying to think of something to talk about. "How do you like the city so far?"

"What?" he asks.

You can tell his attention isn't on you, but on the beautifully dressed women at the table behind you. You shrug before asking him again, "I was wondering if you like the city?"

"Yes," he responds in a less then believable tone.

"Well quiet was an understatement," you mumble, looking away from him across the room.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his attention finally shifting to you.

You look back at him quickly, of course that he heard. "I guess I was looking for more than a one word answer," you tell him. "Its kind of hard to have a conversation like that."

He's quiet for a minute and you start to grow nervous that you've offended him. He takes a sip of his water then says, "The city has its moments... It still doesn't feel like home and I'm not convinced it ever will but I think I'm getting used to being here. I will admit I do enjoy the libraries and the different types of museums but I don't often get to spend as much time in them as I would like."

"Have you been to the Museum of Natural History?" you ask, a bit more excited than you hoped.

"I have once," he smiles for a moment then pauses, covering one of his ears briefly as if it's too loud in the restaurant. He continues, "Stark called me back to the Tower for a ridiculous meeting about not filling out some paperwork properly and I had to leave fairly soon after I arrived."

"Oh no, you have to go back. It's one of my favorites," you tell him.

"I can see why you like it so much," he says, his enthusiasm almost matching yours. "I'm hoping to go back soon to visit the rest of it."

"Did you at least get to see the planetarium?" you ask hopefully.

"Unfortunately not," he shakes his head.

"That's horrible, it's the best part," you say then without thinking you add, "Maybe I could go with you next time. I can show you the really cool exhibits first just in case you have to leave for another boring meeting."

(LOKI POV)

You can't help but smile at her offer but it vanishes quickly when you hear Stark in your ear again. "You need to start planting the listening devices," he orders. "You've wasted enough time on her and this pretend date of yours."

You practically bite your tongue to keep from responding to him harshly. Instead you take your phone out of your pocket again, hearing her sigh softly as she sits back in her chair. "I'm sorry, it's my brother. He needs me to call him," you lie and she nods. "When I get back you can tell me more about the planetarium or which parts you liked the best," you suggest, feeling a bit surprised by how interested you are in her opinion of the museum.

"Sure," she says, giving you a half hearted attempt at a smile.

"Get a move on, reindeer games," Stark tells you.

You turn away from the table and when you are out of earshot from Y/N you reply, "You will not speak to me that way Stark. I am not someone you can simply order about."

"That's not what the deal we have with Thor says," he reminds you. "You work for SHIELD which means you do what we want when we want. Is that clear?"

You grind your teeth then force yourself to take a breath before speaking. "Understood," you tell him in a low tone, knowing it truly is this or the dungeons on Asgard.

You continue your way towards the kitchen and carefully mimic the appearance of a waiter who passes you with a tray of food. You walk through the kitchen, keeping your head down and avoiding attention from the other staff. You reach the two tall metal freezer doors in the rear of the kitchen and look over your shoulder.

"Its the door on the left," Rogers reminds you unnecessarily just as you grab the handle. You open the metal door and step into a hallway, closing it as quietly as possible. You look down the hall, there are two doors on one side and three on the other. "Second one on the right side-" Rogers again informs you where to go.

"I am aware of where I need to go Captain," you cut him off. "I did read the file you gave me."

He doesn't respond but you can hear Stark mumble something under his breath as you stand in front of the door that had been marked on the floor plan. You use your magic to unlock the door then take a moment to look around the office before deciding to place the listening device on a shelf behind a stack of slightly dusty books. After testing the device to ensure it is recoding and transmitting to SHIELD, you leave the room and go back to the kitchen.

As you are about to go back into the restaurant, you stop and pick up a pitcher of water and a towel, draping the towel over your arm like the other waiters. You carry the pitcher directly to the table with the targets and begin to refill their glasses, starting with the head of the mob family.

"Oh good, if the mission fails maybe you can get a job here waiting table," Stark says sarcastically and you try not to roll your eyes.

You continue down the table, filling each glass until you get to the two Hydra agents. After pouring water into the shorter man's glass you turn to the taller one who brought the briefcase. Just as you start to refill his glass your eyes wander to Y/N at the next table. Her chin is resting on her palm with her elbow propped up on the table as she pushes her food around with her fork while she waits for you to return.

"Stop!" a deep voice cuts through your thoughts. "What's wrong with you?" You look up at the man stands quickly, the water having overflowed from his glass onto the table and finally his pants.

"I'm so sorry sir," you say, drying off the table with your towel. He grabs his napkin and wipes off his pants while you reach under the table and place the second listening device. He takes a step away from the table and you kneel down, cleaning off his seat with one hand as you place the third device inside one of the pockets on his briefcase. You get up and quickly head back towards the kitchen, knowing the waiter you impersonated is only moments away from being fired.

"Very smooth, Laufeyson," Stark says with a laugh while you transform back into your original disguise.

(Y/N POV)

"Oh good, I was hoping you would get back before it got too cold," you say as Loki takes his seat again.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he says and you feel as if he means it more then the last time he stepped away. "You didn't need to wait for me," he gestures towards your full plate.

You shrug, "It would have been rude not to." He smiles a bit and you ask, "Is everything ok with your brother?"

He pauses for a moment then says, "Yes, nothing that couldn't have waited until I returned to the Tower."

"Brothers really are the worst aren't they?" you joke and he laughs in agreement. "To be fair though, I think younger brothers can be just as annoying as older brothers," you tell him.

"I have a feeling Thor would agree with you about that," he says. The two of you continue to talk while you eat but at you finish the appetizers, he goes quiet while he checks his phone again. He puts it back in his pocket and apologizes.

"So I think it might be time for a small wager," you tell him and he looks at you curiously.

"What kind of wager?" he asks, leaning towards you slightly.

"When my friends and I go out, we put all our phones in the middle of the table, face down and whoever touches their phone first hag to pay for everything," you explain.

"Well it would seem I've lost several times tonight," he says.

"How about we start now?" you suggest, hoping this will help you keep his attention for more then a few minutes at a time.

"That seems fair," he smiles, placing his phone next to yours.

(LOKI POV)

Well, this will be the shortest amount of time it has ever taken you to lose a bet, you think to yourself. She asks you another question and as you start to answer her, Rogers begins talking in your ear again. You manage to ignore him for a few more minutes while you continue your conversation with Y/N but then he becomes harder to block out. Finally you sigh and reach for your phone, your magic making it appear as if someone is calling you.

"I promise, this will be the last time," you tell her. "I really am sorry, darling."

She looks up at you, "I guess you lost the bet."

"It would appear so," you say as you stand up.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you are actually starting to like her," Stark says.

You ignore his comment as you walk towards the coat check room, taking on the appearance of another random waiter who passed you. You knock on the door to the small room and say, "The manager asked to see you on the kitchen."

"Peter?" she asks and you nod. "Sure, can you start here until I get back?" As soon as she leaves you close the door and begin looking through the tracks until you find the coats belonging to the two Hydra agents. Creating a small hole in the lining, you and the last device to the coat of the shorter man and seal it just as the young woman returns.

"He said he didn't need me for anything," she tells you and you shrug.

"I just do what they tell me," you reply and leave the room quickly.

As you are about to reach your table Rogers says, "Great, this whole thing has taken long enough. Just get out of there before anything can go wrong. We can monitor the rest of their meeting from-"

You take the small earpiece out and place it in your pocket.

(Y/N POV)

You look up as Loki walks back towards your table, he places his phone on the table face down under yours. "I'm sorry I've been so rude this evening," he says.

"Its ok," you tell him. "I'm sure it was important."

"It was but it was still wasn't fair of me to keep leaving you like that. It won't happen again," he promises with a smile.

"I hope not," you tell him, feeling a bit better. "Its no fun to be on a blind date by yourself."

"Blind date?" he asks.

You nod, "That reminds me, I wanted to ask how you know Michelle?" you finally ask him.

He looks at you confused and asks, "Who's Michelle?"

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[throwaway-yandere]

"No." (Yandere!Albedo/Reader)

A/n: I got sick but it just so happens I live off of spite so I finally finished this fic. Most characters are a bit/really obnoxious here. Also, the reader's state of mind and relationships with friends are unhealthy so if you're sensitive to the following CW please skip this fic. (If you're wondering why the fic is... Like this then here's me rambling here)

Unreliable synopsis: You kissed the most popular professor on campus. (Subtle yan!fic)

gn!reader

Cw: yandere, unhealthy friendship dynamics with clingy!sucrose & other characters, student/teacher relationship implications, the reader is an eccentric "class clown" with implied mild impostor syndrome, and small mentions of sexual harassment. (I'm not a medical professional so please take the impostor syndrome warning with a grain of salt– just added it in case this type of content is triggering. This isn't smut and it doesn't fully explore the last topic, but still please reach out for support if you are a victim of sexual harassment. Title IX is a very real thing.)

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"Does accidentally kissing someone cross a line in Title IX?"

That sentence alone makes you sound incredibly criminal out of context, and it doesn't get better with it either.

Your long-time friend, Sucrose, became fixated on setting you up with a romantic partner after the breakup you had three months prior. 

It was not a heart-wrenching tale, if anything, the entire relationship you had with Arataki Itto plays off as a major joke. You dated the man simply because you thought his impulsive behavior was entertaining, and oddly enough, he found your unpredictable temperament alluring. You just never anticipated that the idiot will buy an overpriced toy drum when you asked him to get a coke and "get something for yourself as well."

It's no surprise you permitted him to spend your money. But that wasn't even supposed to be a gamble. That was just an instruction, and he failed HARD. Arataki "I-swear-you-didn't-say-Pepsi(???)" Itto... got you orange juice. 

Breaking up was a huge relief. Instead of adopting a façade of the partner he wants, you have at last discovered the temporary freedom to choose over what you enjoy. For a while, they didn't treat you like a court jester; instead, they gave you the tender care you'd reserve for a helpless person.

Sucrose was distraught when you two decided to stop everything after Itto wasted most of your money by falling for Dori's scam. She appeared to be more affected than you two. Sucrose must have thought of you two as "the Golden pair" since she is naturally fascinated by research about personalities and relationships— more notably the 16 personality types. Seeing you two break up was an antithesis to her defense on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test. You broke up due to (financial) differences, and there's no unreliable science needed to learn that.

Here lies the problem: Sucrose refused to give up.

You've heard concerns about her callous demeanor in person and online. Some people thought it endearing that you have a friend who genuinely cares about you, while others consider her nagging to be a burden, and rightfully so.

You felt icky after accidentally seeing her list of candidates, yet you can't bring yourself to make a strong effort to stop her. Sucrose lost two of her best friends last year in an accident, and you are essentially the only support that's keeping her sanity in check, but sometimes you feel as though you are risking your health on the line. She had written down some questionably extensive background on every man and woman she thought was worthy... You don't even want to know why Ajax is on that list.

No matter the reason, that didn't stop Timaeus from barfing out his triple-layered peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"W-WHAT on EARTH did you DO this time?!"

Sure is tough being a menace to society.

Hah... You're already on the brink of a mental breakdown and yet you still kept making self-deprecating jokes.

"WHAT'S with THE reaction?" You asked, casually copying his tone before you sank to your seat. "It's JUST a QUESTION."

"We know how you work, (Y/n)!" He knew you were purposefully trying to rile him up, yet Timaeus slammed a fist on the table in exaggerated disgust. "You did the EXACT same thing last time. You asked us 'hOw bAd woUld iT bE iF I datEd a gaNgstEr' and then you fucking did it anyways! What the hell– heck."

Timaeus's outburst was audible throughout the entire cafeteria, yet nobody seemed to care. The other people you shared the table with, Ying'er, Collei, and Tighnari all cast curious glances at you. It's not as though they have never heard of your misadventures before, frankly, whenever something happens they avidly observe it. You're all inseparable because of your shticks. However, apart from Sucrose, Dorian had been awol from your friend group, and it is no less due to the headline you're about to announce.

None of them took you too seriously, which they should have, given the nature of Title IX. As "good" friends, they should've worried over your safety and overall wellbeing. 

You could feel tears of fear and frustration swell up in your eyes.

Yet you couldn't be mad at them for reacting this way.

You're the chaotic link– the friend that didn't quite fit in– assigned to the role of being the "funny one." It started with a single joke until you unintentionally formed a false sense of confidence that you're something bigger than what you are. Everyone thinks you're hilarious, and you're afraid of disappointing them. You weren't trying to be funny most of the time, they just want someone to laugh and point at. Even though you are academically above average yourself, without your carelessness and gambles, you practically have nothing to offer this otherwise brilliant population.

Timaeus may not always deliver the right answer in his alchemy test papers, but he's never wrong about you even if he's drunk off of two bottles of Death After Noon. You recall Timaeus specifically in that instance because he was right; you have no future and you won't amount to anything.

In short, your image dilemma can be summed up by something you said high out of your mind in front of the mirror: "I think I accidentally gained an ego after joking about being hot and sexy one too many times, and now I'm being punished for my hubris." (You're never asking Lisa for philosophy book recommendations on Sundays ever again.)

And if it's true that you have no future and that you're nothing more than an insecure fraud, then you might as well come clean right now and let your "friends" break their ties. It doesn't matter, not anymore.

Ying'er laughed heartily. Contrary to her lover, she loves it whenever you act like this since it makes her normally composed and optimistic boyfriend snap and curse... You would know because she constantly divulges pointless details about how "hot" it was in private messages. And you two weren't even that close when she first did that. But now she's practically your unofficial attorney with how many times she played devil's advocate. You'll miss her.

"Why are you already accusing them? Who knows, maybe they're the victim here, babe. You're being too insensitive."

"Yeah, Tim, you should listen to your girlfriend over here." You nudged him and he glared vehemently.

"(Y/n), you're not supposed to openly agree with me, but yeah, why don't you give them the benefit of the doubt?"

You gave Ying'er a weak friendly wink and a thumbs up, feeling repulsed at yourself deep down. It's incredibly flattering for her to insinuate a professor would find you attractive rather than filing a restraining order.

She'll probably hate you once she finds out the truth, right? She did have a crush on your victim.

"This is them we're talking about." Timaeus glared. "They're bound to do something stupid. C'mon, Tighnari, say something!"

Tighnari merely shrugged and stabbed his fork into a mushroom (presumably poisonous, given its unnatural blue color). He had grown tired of dealing with your antics over the years. No lecture had ever worked in the past, and you both telepathically agreed that streak was not going to end today. You're lying about being self-possessed. He knew that whenever this happens, you were trying to be an idiot, and did not allow yourself to be an idiot. There's a fine difference between those two, and he knows which is which.

In a way, Tighnari views you in a more positive light than most of your friends. And he could sense that you have more grave matters to say.

So, he played along to help you set the mood. "I said this yesterday and I'll say it again: we're studying to become botanists. We're growing plants. Our future job isn't to help them grow a brain."

"Facts." You snapped your fingers and smugly nodded.

"Don't just agree with him!"

"You can grow plants all you want but just know my Timaeus right here doesn't need any more growing if you catch my drift~."

"Ying'er." Collei groaned.

"What? I was just saying his height is perfect enough as it is."

"I feel like we're having thirty different conversations at once." 

"Your mother is thirty different conversations at once–"

"Mx. (L/n)."

The table went silent. Except for yourself, who's still droning on, unfinished. Everyone noticed the uninvited man in the cafeteria and their lips were silenced. 

Here he is. 

"–eeegood evening, Professor Albedo." You stood up from your seat and slightly bowed your head down.

It's the untouchable Professor Albedo. The Alchemy Professor on this forsaken campus exudes a breath of freshness even if the scent of chemicals follows him like an affectionate dog. The only person that students would ogle at amid all the balding learning facilitators. Sucrose's mentor. Dorian's 32-year-old brother. The "Kreideprinz".

And the guy that might just sue you for your careless mistake.

Your circle caught the tension between you two and started watching the scene unfold like a car accident.

Professor Albedo cocked his head forward. You never claimed to be one of his adoring fans who can spot his emotions after one look, but your gut tells you that he's more than amused despite his stoic expression. He's similar to Dorian in that aspect.

"I trust that you've read the excerpt I've sent you?" He asked in almost a whisper.

You thoughtlessly lamely pulled up your library-borrowed copy of Title IX. In your perspective, nothing matters anymore, so you might as well let it out there.

Your friends jolted simultaneously, someone even dropped their utensils while Collei hit her knee up the table and hissed at the pain.

"Oh my God..." Timaeus shuddered.

Your friends had the face that collectively screamed "YOU MADE OUT WITH PROFESSOR ALBEDO?!" in all capitals, bold, italics, underlined, shadowed with thick black strokes– whatever makes it more out there. They're not in the wrong to react that way. 

In one single move, you broke 2 rules on the so-called Bro Code, one being the infamous "don't fuck my brother" and the second being the lesser known "don't fuck my professor". Not only that, but most importantly you violated a line or two in Title IX. 

Leave it to (Y/n) (L/n) to break more than three rules on the daily.

... You really should stop making jokes as a coping mechanism.

The cafeteria started to murmur, urging their seatmates for information they don't have. You released a small, clipped laugh. You should've thought that one through.

Tighnari meets your eyes with a sympathetic stare. You could tell he had more to say, but your heavy heart no longer wished to know.

"... Great work." The professor said just as nonchalantly. No doubt, he tried to salvage your reputation but you sabotaged it yourself. How wasteful. He beckoned you forward with one finger. 

"Come with me. We'll talk somewhere more private."

You walked away from your table and gave them one look.

They were incredibly disturbed to see a small sad smile on your face, rather than the wide mischievous grin that they were used to. After seeing that, they all had one emotionally detached thought in mind:

So, it wasn't a joke after all.

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You neither like nor dislike Professor Albedo.

There are multiple fluffs about how friendly and dorkish he is as a reclusive person, but none of them sparked your interest. You often feigned reactions whenever Dorian expresses his apparent disdain for his more successful brother, and your sly smile barely reaches your eyes. If anything, hearing about the same man over and over again makes him feel oversaturated rather than entertaining. He's too perfect in those gossips that you're bored to tears. 

At least the rumors were positively right about one thing: his tastefully braided blonde hair and blue eyes make him no lesser than a portrait of a prince. But no more special than Dorian, in all honesty. You wouldn't be able to know which is which if they wore similar clothes and let their hair down. They're like clones of each other.

Albedo kept fidgeting a hand inside his pocket, and you can't hazard a guess as to what it is. A recording device, perhaps? You pride yourself on your ability to read and toy people like clockwork. That ability, however, does not translate well with Professor Albedo. 

You snapped out of your trance as the professor began reading what was on his clipboard.

"(Y/n) (L/n). 27. Graduate School. Taking a Ph.D. Botany program– though if I hadn't known that, I would've guessed you were a music major." Albedo vaguely pointed at your face without looking. "Your tongue would've fooled me."

You flinched. Is he teasing you or scolding you– you can't make sense of his tone. He's too monotonous.

"Professor, are you uncomfortable right now? If so, I could leave if you wish and we can talk via email instead about your complaint."

Professor Albedo eyed you carefully this time, even though he's squirmish. The tone you used to address him and your overall body language differ greatly from how you behave in the company of your friend group. Your professionalism does not match how the rumors perceive you. This is probably the reason why young professor Kusanali didn't believe any rumors about you. He was impressed.

"Am I supposed to be happy that you’re not giving me a moment of your time?” He said. "It's a bit difficult to achieve that state when you have yet to slip out of my mind. You did assault me yesterday–"

"Yes, yes, I'm well aware of that, Professor." You cringed. "But–"

"Albedo."

"Sorry?"

"You kissed me, (Y/n). I think you can call me Albedo."

"Right." You chuckled nervously. "Like I was saying, P-Professor, it's all a major misunderstanding. I wasn't aiming to assault you."

Albedo raised an eyebrow. He did not miss the way you suavely dodged calling him by name. Other than that, assault is a strong word, and he did not expect you to use it as well. 

You thought it was a fitting word to use. Albedo barely makes eye contact, and he probably doesn't like being reminded that you stole a kiss from him.

"It's Albedo. So, you were planning to sexually assault another student?"

He is relentlessly quick on the uptake. Albedo sounded like a cop. What he said was correct, absurdly phrased, but correct nonetheless.

"I mean..." You rubbed your hands against your pants. They were a bit sweaty, and you had to accept the fact you were not faking it. You are genuinely anxious. "When you put it like that, it does sound inexcusable doesn't it?"

"It is a positively hair-raising notion, yes." Albedo deadpanned. "And if I had to take an educated guess, you were planning to assault my younger brother Dorian and you mistook me for him instead."

"..."

Figuring that out was a no-brainer. Although Professor Albedo is older than his brother, their appearance and physique make them appear twin-like. Dorian once droned about how it happened due to Albedo's poor upbringing under their aunt Alice's guidance, making his growth stunted. And his tendency to talk your ear out is one of many reasons why your intrusive thoughts often suggest that Dorian had no personality outside being the renowned professor Albedo's younger brother. Hence, you don't absorb a word of what he says. You didn't listen to gossip often cause you figured that you were not one for trivial gossip like the rest of the student botanists. 

... And based on the dilemma you find yourself in now, it appears as though you don't have common sense like the rest of your peers either–

"Please stop woolgathering. Is there a more interesting specimen to take note of on the floor? You seem to be more intrigued by what's on your shoes."

You cringed for what you felt like the 1000th milestone at that point.

"Professor, I know that I sound terrible–"

Albedo sighed. "I would never insinuate that, Mx. (L/n)." 

"But you keep cutting me off." You said in a questioning tone. It sounded a lot more polite in your head, yet the famous Kreideprinz was flustered by your reply.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to. Carry on. You are aware that you sound like a sex offender, and?"

That came out incredibly cold. It felt like being under the cold blade of a frigid prince, and his icy stare and light complexion just adds the cherry on top. The professor said that he wasn't insulting you but his paraphrasing is exactly that. You didn't comment on it, figuring your education is more important than a harsh remark, and continued.

"... The truth is," you took a deep breath. "I only kissed you cause, well, I mistook you for Dorian, and also because I was trying to get Sucrose–."

"Sucrose?" Professor Albedo's eyebrows furrowed. "Sucrose, one of my–"

"Your student assistants? Y-Yes, sir." You nodded hesitantly. "We're best friends– not that it's unsurprising since I am a bad influence and she's a good person. I recently went through a breakup and she's worried about me. Dorian agreed to fake date and make Sucrose believe that she accidentally found us making out in a room to make it more believable but–"

"You mistook me for my brother."

"... Yeeaaahhh...."

"..."

This reminded you of your conversation with Dorian a while back. You asked if he and his brother would switch lives for a day, and he cackled and told you it happens more than the number you were thinking of. The moment you realized who you were kissing, you clung to the sliver of hope that it was Dorian wearing his brother's lab coat. It was not.

You looked down at your shoes again. It's too embarrassing and shameful that your entire lineage will probably be cursed. 

"..."

Knowing that you won't talk until he does, Professor Albedo read through his notes for a topic.

"Understandable. I presume you know my brother because you're both on the same course and are on similar schedules?"

"Yes, sir." Should you tell him the whole fake-date thing was Dorian's idea as well?

"It's Albedo to you. And to add to that, Sucrose is under the impression that we're dating."

"I think so, sir."

"That's not a question, (Y/n), that's a fact." He said. "She recently confronted me to ask if we're dating."

You gulped. Moment of truth.

"What did you tell her, sir?"

"What do you want me to tell her?"

You could hear your pulse pounding in your ears. 

On one hand, you want her to know what happened, but at the same time that would just blow you and Dorian's cover story.

But was that a smug tone you heard? Is he toying with you?

You bit your bottom lip. 

"... Yes, I think? What did you say, professor?"

"Albedo."

You tilted your head. "What?"

"Respectfully, please call me by my name and I'll tell you the answer." He smirked curtly, but it was gone before you could process it.

"S-Sir!"

Albedo shrugged. "Guess you'll have to ask her directly–"

"Sir Albedo–"

"Hmm, I don't recall having 'Sir' in my birth certificate–"

"Albedo! Albedo!" Geez.

He gave a small smile, longer this time. But he was still avoiding eye contact. You puffed your cheeks, embarrassed.

Prof. Albedo has a slightly twisted sense of humor.

None of this was professional, at all.

You felt your face growing warmer. You can't believe this is the same Albedo everyone is crushing on. 

You bit back a sharp retort. He sounded a lot more serious in campus gossip, and not the type to pull on your heartstrings like this. Your faith in that image is wearing thin.

The professor laughed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic reply. You don't have to be nervous around me, (Y/n). I figured that if we were going to do this, you could use my first name.

"I refrained from answering. But, if you wish, I can confirm her suspicions. However, I must inform you in advance that I find relationships rather... Tiresome." Albedo robotically sighed. "I struggle to maintain them, so you will have to guide me."

Never in your life have you ever considered the possibility that a professor in your grad school would ask you to fake a romantic relationship with him. 

You digressed, not wanting to make a decision just yet. "But isn't your job in danger?"

Albedo then spoke in a genuine trill of amusement. 

"Not at all. Besides, I don't care enough to file a complaint about this incident. Also, you're not my student. Suffice it to say, I've thoroughly checked the handbook and consulted the headmaster herself. Rhinedottir sees no problem with this arrangement–"

Probably because she's your mother.

"–Granted, it will not be in full effect unless you give this a go signal. Will you?"

You looked away.

"This situation... Kinda reads like some cheap Harlequin novel, doesn't it?" You muttered.

It's a great offer. But it sounds too good to be true...

... Did he say that he wasn't going to file a complaint in the first place?

The professor watched as your impassive stare morphed into something uneven and sly but unavoidably empty. You clicked your tongue as your hands slip back to your pockets. Albedo could tell you're holding back an ugly laugh.

A switch had been flipped.

Professor Albedo immediately noticed the change in your demeanor and crossed his arms. He's anticipated this much. There's no way he didn't know about your "self-destructive patterns."

How interesting. For both you AND him.

"So, Albedo." You lazily pointed at him. "Something's fishy about this, don't you think?"

"You're too eager to help. I'd get it if you have something to gain from this, like scaring off your fangirls or something, but you fend them off just fine anyways." You grinned.

"I'm flattered that you think I send them away effortlessly." He answered point-blank.

Albedo turned to you, his face dim and heavily affected by his calm resignation.

"It's incredibly taxing work. I've told you before, haven't I? I may seem calm on the surface but people can be... A considerable handful."

His smile belied the severity of his inner turmoil.

But you can't help but doubt him. You don't buy his pitifulness.

You reassessed the situation in an instant. The Albedo you're talking to acts far from the untouchable Chalk Prince from the get-go. His words did not boast his usual research-riddled speech. This act is more than just premeditated.

Sure. You're the sort who is bound by what you "owe," but you can't say you can't empathize with his problems because he didn't seem-- he ISN'T troubled in the first place. And you're almost sure of it.

You believe you're not smart enough to remain in this university. But at least you have faith that you're perceptive and street-wise. 

Still, you kept your hollow cheeky grin plastered to your face.

"Then why aren't you taking a less problematic approach? You could say you're dating Professor Alberich– you'd get some people off your back."

Translation: Can't you just bother someone else?

"By attracting other unpleasant folks pestering me about Kaeya instead, yes, seems like a sound suggestion. I'll keep it in mind for future reference."

Translator's note: He's being sarcastic. Stop trying to worm your way out of this one.

Albedo continued. "But right now that's not viable. If you feel guilty for stealing a kiss from me this may be a good opportunity to ease your conscience."

...

"That's it? But you won't report me if I didn't agree to these terms, right?"

"Of course. I have your best interests in mind and simply warned you." He gave you a faint smile, hoping to ease your nerves. "You're part of Rukkha's batch of dean's listers. I don't have the heart to file a complaint."

Rukkha was a great woman, but you don't deserve your scholarships and sponsors. You don't have any talent or skill to truly impress people, and it seems you fooled both Professor Rukkhadevata and Albedo into thinking you're something special as well.

"Professor...."

But with what he basically said just now is that there are no consequences for your actions.

"It's Albedo, and yes?"

"You seem to have reserved some very unrealistic expectations for me. You should be more distrusting."

"... What do you mean?"

"I don't see any reason to accept your offer." You honestly had no idea where this confidence is coming from. Perhaps your class clown persona had slowly rubbed off on the "real" you, and for once you didn't hate yourself for it.

Because you don't want to be in this relationship. It's legal, yes, and you're old enough, but you're incredibly wary. Albedo may be leagues better than Itto but that's beside the point: you're emotionally spent and you're not ready to get to know another person.

"Oh, understood. For starters, agreeing to these terms will make Sucrose less abrasive with her attempts to set you up, and I could help you with connections."

"That sounds as though I'll be abusing your influence..."

You paused. 

Did you tell the professor about Sucrose's disturbing attempts to hook you up with people earlier...?

You don't recall ever sharing that bit of information. You made sure to pick your words carefully so Sucrose wouldn't be seen in a bad light. Since when did he...

"What? No, it's not. It's simply a small trade for your cooperation."

"No."

"And– sorry?"

You can see the appeal. You truly do. When you are chosen by someone of greater influence and intellect, it seems almost magical. He could undoubtedly help your botany profession thrive. Most people would conclude that if Professor Albedo chose them from the crowd, they must be extremely unique in comparison to their peers. 

However, this is somewhat unethical. This is the kind of scenario you'd find in a shoddy coming-of-age novel that desperately tries to convince you that there are no other elements to consider but love. However, you must also consider your mental health, reputation, education, and other factors that influence every fiber of your being.

Albedo isn't the type of person who would jeopardize your future over a minor disagreement, but you never know with people. People change as much as seasons do. You are a living example of this. Itto would not have used that argument against you if it were untrue.

You have nothing against those who engage in lawful student-teacher relationships, but you're self-aware enough to recognize that you're not mentally fit to enter one. And sometimes the conclusion is as straightforward as that. Besides, you're sick of having others (including yourself) continually doubting your intelligence. Fake-dating a professor will only exacerbate the situation. Rumors will spread that you only earned your grades because of him and not out of your efforts. Dorian already had it rough, and you've learned what it's like through him. Simple self-preservation.

"Thanks for the offer, really, but no. If I'll date someone, even if it's fake, I want to set it under my terms as well." 

You scratched your neck, eyes lifeless.

"I'm sorry, Professor. But I genuinely can't see why this agreement will help both of us, I especially can't see why this will benefit you compared to your other options. I could just come out and say I mistook you for Dorian and it's an easy fix to my problems and in turn, you wouldn't have to deal with the stigma of dating a student. I'm sorry, Prof. I'll take a rain check on it." 

You shrugged uncomfortably. "Besides, this is still a student-teacher relationship. I'm uncomfortable being in an uneven power dynamic like that. I'd rather date Dorian instead."

...

Shit. 

Okay, maybe accidentally implying that you're open to dating his kid brother had to be the second most uncomfortable thing you subjected Albedo to.

You didn't mean to come off as THAT honest.

A test tube must've cracked somewhere around the area cause you could've sworn you heard something shatter. You flinched, but he didn't.

"... Is that so." The professor muttered. You almost didn't hear him from how silent his defeat was.

You sighed in relief so intense that you physically felt your shoulder muscles relax and your eyes roll back. Seems like he gave up.

"I promise that I'll pay you back in other ways, professor. I owe you and I'm sorry. But I must refuse for both our sakes." You said. "I have taken something important from you, and I will respectfully understand if you file a complaint for what I've done. No one should have a kiss stolen like that."

He didn't reply. Albedo stood there, eyes unblinking as he mulled over your words. At the beginning of this conversation, he barely looked you directly in the eye, but now he refused to look away. 

You waited for him to say something else and stood there for a solid minute. Nothing came. 

"Please, excuse me."

You wanted to say that you left to give him more time to consider but the truth is that you couldn't bare standing there for a second more so you left in a frantic hurry. 

It was only when you left did you realize what made you wary of him the entire conversation.

Professor Albedo wasn't breathing the entire time.

-------

Upon unlocking his door, Albedo was greeted by a boy with a face akin to his. He was waiting for him, and in turn, Albedo anticipated that he would be here, too. The boy sat idly and almost casually inside a room littered with wall to wall of red-stringed photographs and texts, and there was not a single hint of disgust or any other natural reaction on his face. Albedo's nose scrunched.

Dorian did not budge from his brother– master's office chair. He stared back with a blank expression. Most papers were by his feet, crumpled, but not discarded. How could they be, when all pictures centered around one very precious subject:

You.

You, in all forms, poses, and angles make you ineffably you. These are the candid shots that bring out the little moments that Albedo longed to study under a microscope. They didn't need to be dynamic, rather, Albedo adored the simplest pictures the most. Needless to say, images of you resting is the most popular. It's a lot more convenient and easy to take, but that doesn't cheapen the value and elation the professor feels upon holding the finished polaroid up close.

Every time he swapped schedules with Dorian, he couldn't help but be curious about you.

It doesn't stop there. Albedo clicked his tongue as he noticed the journal Dorian held. It was his dog-eared notes he cleanly put together when jotting down your schedule, private life, and other more delicate intricacies. The clipboard he had earlier is nothing more than a silly prop compared to his actual notes. There's something so breathtaking about making the "unknown" into the "known", and the same applies to every bit of your life that he was curious about. Albedo's aware that it's not something he should brag about. Retrieving paraphernalia such as worn-out gardening gloves and locks of hair from your shower drain was not something he acquired robotically. However, he didn't fancy the idea that Dorian read it and found it just as entertaining as he did. He didn't like the idea of sharing.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe he did reserve some very unrealistic and idolized expectations for you. But that was only because he can see your potential. He firmly believes that. It's an awful and objectifying train of thought, but the professor is convinced he'll be the one who can "fix" your people-pleasing issue.

He figured, if he wants to make sure you'd always be with him, he had to conduct some trial-and-error.

Albedo breathed harshly. He forgot how to do so. He never needed to breath.

"Did it work?" Dorian asked. "Did your plan work?"

His eyes went dim.

Albedo didn't answer.

He locked the door again. This time, he allowed Dorian to keep the lights on. If anything, it's a small reward for indirectly helping him. But not even his fellow creation can have what the genius professor of the century desires to attain. He has to face the truth.

Albedo pulled out a recording device from his pocket. You said no. There's nothing he could do about that. 

"No."

"No. No. No. No. No--"

He played your refusal over and over again.

He thought he did everything right. He genuinely believed he followed the right procedure in getting you to say yes. What went wrong, then? Albedo doesn't get it. He was sure that he didn't say anything wrong or suspicious as well. You shouldn't have known that he had been following you from that conversation alone. 

"No."

He practiced everything for hours.

"No."

Word for word.

"No."

He researched tips and tricks on how to let other people's guard down.

"No."

He thought not pressuring you to do it will make you more willing.

"No."

He even asked Alberich how to subtly flirt with someone.

"No."

So. What went wrong?

"No--"

Albedo slowly blinked before realizing he had thrown the device against the wall in full force. The batteries and their other internal components spilled on the floor. He didn't have the willpower to clean it up. 

It's an undeniable error. He still can't believe his approach failed.

Master was right.

"Dearest Albedo, if you can't have them in their most authentic self, then what's stopping you from making an indistinguishable copy?"

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[runnning-outof-time]

For Show...? | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @gilmoreslorelai ‘s 500 followers celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In her attempts to fit in, (Y/N) convinces her friend group that she's got a boyfriend who will be joining her to her friend's wedding. The problem is that she has no such thing. Luckily, she's friends with Ada Thorne...who has a brother that fits the ticket for being said 'boyfriend'.

Warnings: smoking, drinking

Word Count: 4341

A/N: congrats on your amazing milestone, Jasleen! I had a bunch of fun writing this...fake dating is a trope that I can’t say I’ve ever written before, but I had this idea and I ran with it. Enjoy! :)

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"That's so exciting! You're pretty much ready to get married now," Steph grinned as the group of ladies sipped on their tea.

"I know! I just can't believe that his parents would cover those costs like that. It was really a sweet thing to do," Mya continued gushing over the kindness of her future in-laws.

The conversation continued on about centerpieces and guest lists and other wedding things that (Y/N) could care less about. She just kept on nodding her head and adding a one word answer here and there; her mind not fully invested in the discussion at all. That was until she had to be. "Will you be needing a plus one, (Y/N)?" Mya asked, making the entire group's eyes fall onto her. She had to backtrack and think about what they were talking about before she could answer.

Emily cut in before (Y/N) was able to open her mouth, "I don't think she does," she said with a slight laugh, "(Y/N)'s part of the convent, remember?" the entire table cracked up at that joke, but (Y/N) stayed quiet, biting her lip as she waited for them to stop giggling.

"I will be needing one," (Y/N) said finally, making all of the women go silent and look at her with wide eyes.

"You finally found someone?!" Steph was the one to voice the group's surprise.

"I have," (Y/N) nodded while lying through her teeth. She didn't have anyone special in her life, but she wasn't about to let them know that. She’s the last single person in the group, but she wasn't willingly going to give them that upper hand on her.

"How come we didn't know?!" Emily asked in shock, probably feeling bad for making that previous comment, or so (Y/N) hoped she did.

"Because...because I just recently started seeing him," (Y/N) continued thinking on her feet.

"Really? How long?"

"Like a month or so," she hoped she sounded believable.

"Where did you meet him?"

"Through work."

"And we've never met him?"

"No," (Y/N) shook her head, "not unless you've come to my work."

"Well you better be bringing him to the wedding," Mya insisted, the two other women then joining in agreement.

"I will..." (Y/N) trailed off with a slight nod, "if he's available, that is," she added at the end. <More like if I can even find anybody>, she thought to herself.

"Perfect. I'll make sure that you're written in for a plus one," Steph announced, being that she was the one helping Mya with the planning.

"Thanks," (Y/N) smiled, but inside she was freaking out. Now she needed to follow through with this lie she'd created on the spot. But who was she going to find to be her wedding date and fake boyfriend?

"Thanks a million for helping me with this, Ada," (Y/N) smiled widely as the door opened to show her brown-haired friend.

"Don't be thanking me yet...I don't even know what I'm helping you with," Ada laughed slightly as she stepped aside and allowed the other woman to enter her home. "Tell me what's going on," she said as they both sat in chairs by the fireplace.

"So I've gotten myself into a bit of a predicament..." (Y/N) started off, ringing her hands together as she looked at the woman across from her.

"And that predicament is?" Ada asked, intrigue in her eyes.

"I told my friend who's getting married that I'd be needing a plus one for the wedding," (Y/N) answered.

"And...?" Ada asked for more information, still not quite understanding the problem yet.

"I don't have a plus one," (Y/N) didn't try to beat around the bush.

"You need me to help you find a plus one?" Ada raised her eyebrows.

"Yes," the other woman nodded, letting out a deflated sigh.

Ada couldn't help but laugh. "This isn't a big deal, (Y/N). We'll figure out someone for you to take," she assured her friend, who nodded along and tried to keep her hopes up.

"Thank you, Ada," she said gratefully before deciding to share more information with her, "I've already told them that I met the man I'm with through work."

"Ok," Ada nodded before the women got into trying to think of a man from their workplace that might be up for joining (Y/N) to the wedding. They eventually had a list compiled of some potential candidates, which meant the real work was about to begin.

For almost a half hour, the two women discussed and debated over who would be a good fit for a fake boyfriend. Once they got to the end of the list, they quickly realized that they'd crossed out every name that was on it.

"This is hopeless," (Y/N) sighed as she fell back onto the chair again. Her odds were looking bleaker and bleaker with each second that passed.

"With that attitude it is," Ada remarked, making (Y/N) send her an 'are you serious?' glance.

"Have we been having the same conversation this past hour? I've not found one man who would be a good fit for being my 'boyfriend'," (Y/N) stated, using air quotations around the final word of her sentence.

"What if..." Ada trailed off after a few moments had passed. (Y/N) sat up in her seat and waited intently for the other woman to continue. "What if I ask one of my brothers to go with you?" she gave another suggestion.

(Y/N) thought about it for a moment. She'd met each one of Ada's four brothers at one time or the other throughout the time that she'd known Ada, but she hadn't been able to spend enough time with them to consider them friends...or even acquaintances for that matter. But despite that, she really needed a date for this wedding. "Go on," she prompted Ada to continue, sitting her chin on her fist as she waited for the other woman to explain her idea.

Ada grinned, happy that (Y/N) was interested in her suggestion. Now she just had to decide which brother would fit the criteria best. "Well John's married, and Finn's a bit out of your age range..." she started, the two women laughing at the fact that she'd even brought up her thirteen-year-old brother as an option, "Arthur's sweet, but I wouldn't trust him to keep up the act...he's a bit dense when it comes to plans like that. So that leaves..."

"Thomas, isn't it?" (Y/N) filled in the blank before Ada was able to, her eyebrows raised slightly as she waited for the answer.

"Yes, Thomas," Ada nodded her head, "or Tommy, or Tom...all three work for him. I think he'd be the best choice for your plan...if I'm able to get him away from his bloody office for more than five minutes," she finished off by mumbling the last half of her statement.

"Could you please try to?" (Y/N) just about begged, "tell him how dire of a situation this is."

Ada chuckled at her friend's desperation, "I will explain the situation to him. Fair warning, though...he may be up for it, or he may shoot it down. It really depends on the type of mood he's in when I speak to him."

"Speak to him on a good day, please?" (Y/N) asked with a pout that quickly turned into a grin due to the other woman's facial expression.

"I will try," Ada assured her once her fit of laughter was over.

"Thank you, Ada," (Y/N) smiled widely, having a good feeling about the situation now.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and made sure that her hair was in place before she exited the room that she got ready in. She grabbed hold of the staircase's railing but stopped, hearing a man's voice come from the foyer. "Ada, please," he said, sounding like he was becoming annoyed with what she was doing.

"I just want to make sure you look nice for (Y/N)," Ada responded.

"I'm sure I do," he brushed her off yet again, and as he finished speaking, his eyes fell onto (Y/N).

Ada was still in the process of making sure that the navy blue pocket square was sitting perfectly in the upper pocket of his charcoal colored suit jacket. (Y/N) froze again as she and Tommy's eyes connected, immediately wanting to shrink into herself as she felt his eyes trace over her body.

"(Y/N), you're ready!" Ada cheered once she realized that her friend had joined them.

"Yeah, I'll...I'll be right back," (Y/N) stammered out, holding up her index finger before she quickly turned and rushed up the stairs. She didn't know what to do now. There was no way that she could step out with a man as handsome as he was...her friends would never believe her lies.

In the midst of her thoughts, she didn't even notice Ada come into the room she'd retreated to. "Everything ok?" her friend asked with a concerned look on her face.

"No," (Y/N) answered truthfully, shaking her head, "no, everything's not ok."

"What is it?" Ada quirked an eyebrow.

"Look at me, Ada! I don't nearly look like I'm supposed to be on the arm of a man who looks as good as he does!" she exclaimed in a whisper, making sure that Tommy didn't hear what she had to say.

Ada let out a breath before shaking her head slightly. "You look beautiful, (Y/N)...and if anything, you're way out of his league," she said with a slight grin, taking any chance she could to rag on her older brother.

"You think?" (Y/N) asked with slightly raised eyebrows and a hopeful expression.

"I know," Ada assured her with a smile before she patted her elbow, "now come on...I've already explained to Tommy what's going on, and I don't want for you to be late," she said as she then began leading her out of the room and back down the steps.

(Y/N) followed, a shy smile on her face as she stopped in front of Tommy. "Hi, Tommy," she greeted him softly, wanting to kick herself for she sounded like a teenager getting ready to go on her first date.

"Hi, (Y/N)," Tommy returned the greeting, "are you ready to leave?" he asked then.

"Yes, I am," (Y/N) nodded, accepting the small clutch that Ada gave her before she allowed Tommy to lead them out to his car.

"You look very nice, might I add," he stated once they were both in the front seats of the car.

"Thank you," (Y/N) responded, trying so hard to stop the blush from creeping onto her cheeks. She took a deep breath and tried to center herself, knowing that she needed to control her emotions and reactions if she was going to make this look believable.

"Enjoy," one of the doormen said as (Y/N) and Tommy approached the entrance of the reception hall.

"Thank you," (Y/N) smiled at him, holding onto Tommy's hand as he helped her ascend the steps, making sure she wouldn't trip on her dress. Once they were in the lobby area, they both looked around. This place was extremely elegant, much like the wedding chapel was. Mya and Mitchell must've splurged a great deal of money on this affair, (Y/N) thought to herself. "Come this way, Tommy," (Y/N) said to her date, starting off to the left as she noticed the seating arrangements' display. Tommy listened, resting his hand on the small of her back as he walked beside her. (Y/N) was getting better at managing her outward reactions to his innocent touches, but they still made her giddy inside.

Soon enough, they found themselves at the table they'd been assigned to. Emily and her fiancé were already at their seats, and the second she saw (Y/N) arrive, her eyes went wide. "(Y/N)! Hi!" she cheerily greeted her with a wide smile as she tried to hide her surprise. She didn't think that her friend would actually be bringing someone to the wedding.

"Hi, Emily," (Y/N) greeted with a smile as she and Tommy both sat down in the seats their name cards were sitting in front of. "This is Tommy, my boyfriend," she then introduced her date.

"It's nice to meet you, Tommy," Emily smiled as she shamelessly looked him up and down, "I didn't actually believe that you were real when (Y/N) first brought you up...but here you are," she said then, laughing once she was finished.

"Here I am indeed," Tommy responded with a slight grin, glancing at (Y/N) just briefly before his eyes fell back on the brunette woman, "it's nice to meet you, Emily," he ended his statement with a greeting.

The opening processions of the wedding party started before anything else could be said. As Mya and Mitchell were being announced for the first time as a married couple, Emily leaned over to (Y/N). "We are all so talking about this later," she whispered, and (Y/N) instantly knew that she was referring to Tommy. She only nodded before joining in with the rest of the party-goers cheering for the newlyweds.

Emily stayed true to her statement. The first chance she got, she made sure to pull (Y/N) over to where Mya and Steph were already gathered. (Y/N) hoped that Tommy, who had just gone to get drinks for the two of them, would be able to find her amidst the crowds.

"Have you seen him?!" Emily started the conversation, looking between Mya and Steph.

"Seen who?" Steph asked for the both of them.

"(Y/N)'s boyfriend. He's actually a real person...I've met him just before," Emily said, a wide grin on her face as she leaned in closer to the other two women, "and he's hot," she gawked in an exaggerated whisper, her grin growing. (Y/N) only rolled her eyes at her friend's statements.

"Where is he?" Mya asked, craning her neck as she tried to look around the room for this man.

"He went to get us drinks. I hope that he's able to find me since Emily's swept me off to see you guys," (Y/N) responded, sending Emily a slight side glance. If only her friend knew how uncomfortable she felt at the moment...although she really should have expected this to happen.

The women didn't have to wait long for Tommy to show up. Only a few minutes after (Y/N) finished talking, he appeared at her side. "Here's your drink, love," Tommy stated, handing her the champagne flute he'd brought for her.

"Thanks," she smiled at him, "how did you manage to find me?" she asked then, genuinely curious.

"I asked Michael. He told me you went with Emily," he responded, nodding to the woman as he mentioned her and her fiancé.

"That makes sense," Emily cut into their conversation before she stepped closer to the couple. "You should introduce your boyfriend now, (Y/N)," she said with a grin as she nodded over to her other two friends.

(Y/N) nodded before stepping closer to Tommy's side. "Yeah, sure. Uh, Tommy, these are my friends, Steph and Mya. Ladies, this is my boyfriend, Tommy," she awkwardly did the introductions then, not really sure how to go about it.

"Tommy Shelby," Tommy introduced himself as he stepped forward and extended his hand to both of the women, who both seemed to be a little awe-struck. He returned back to (Y/N)'s side once he was finished shaking their hands.

"What do you do for a living, Tommy?" Steph was the first to start the questions.

"I'm a businessman. I work in the import, export business," he responded, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"(Y/N) I thought you said you met him at work..." Mya commented, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Oh no.

(Y/N)'s mouth opened slightly as she tried to find a way to connect imports and exports to the work she did as a seamstress. She didn't have the chance to tell her lie though, because Tommy was already ready with his answer: "she's been generous enough to lend some of her extra time to me...helps me with the logs and whatnot when she can," he covered for the two of them. His believable response almost made (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, but she knew she had to keep herself composed.

And it seemed as though the women believed it. "How come we've not met you before?" Emily was the next to ask.

"Well, we've been busy, and..."

"I have a habit of keeping my personal life private, so you'll have to forgive me on that one," Tommy stepped in, making (Y/N) silently thank him once more for picking off where she'd trailed off.

"Oh, it's forgiven, Mr. Shelby...you just need to make sure that you show your face around us from time to time now," Steph grinned. Tommy only chuckled and nodded at her statement before he gently pressed his fingers into the side of (Y/N)'s waist.

Mya's mother came into the conversation before anything else could be said. She whispered something into her daughter's ear before walking away. "I've just been told that we're going to be doing the first dance shortly," she announced to her friends, who all nodded and decided to go back to their partners and wait for the dance to be called. Once they were alone, (Y/N) sent Tommy an appreciative look, to which he responded with a smile of his own.

"The bride and groom will now share their first dance!" the bandmaster announced over the speakers, signalling for everyone to circle around the dancefloor. (Y/N) stood by Tommy as they watched the couple slow dance. She finally started to feel herself calming down from the interrogation she'd just gone through and let herself slip into her thoughts on how this evening was going. She was so engulfed in them that she didn't even hear the opportunity for other couples to join the floor being announced.

"Would you like to share a dance, (Y/N)?" Tommy's voice pulled her out of her head, making her glance down at his outstretched hand before her eyes found his again.

Immediately she said the first thought that came to mind, "oh I'm sure the ladies aren't watching...we don't need to dance."

"I'd still like to share a dance with you, (Y/N)," he couldn't help but chuckle at her response, his hand not yet moving. (Y/N) glanced down at it again before placing her hand into it and allowing him to lead her to the dancefloor. A sheepish smile formed on her face as they stopped amongst the other couples and assumed the proper slow dancing position. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as their eyes locked yet again. She immediately found herself getting lost in his ocean blues and wondering how she'd managed to get him, of all people, to agree to doing this for her.

"Thank you for doing this for me, Tommy," she said softly after they'd been swaying for a few minutes.

"Don't mention it, love," he answered with a smile, "I've been having a very lovely time."

"I probably looked like such a fool not knowing what to say to their questions...of course they're going to question how a seamstress managed to get with someone whose suits are better than anything she could ever dream of making, and me not knowing what to say probably didn't..."

"Hey...go easy on yourself, eh?" Tommy stopped her rambling with his eyebrows raised slightly. "I think you held it together rather well, and they seemed to believe my answers, so there's nothing to worry about," he assured her, his words making her send an appreciative smile in response. "Why do their reactions matter so much?" he asked her then.

"Because I've always been the one who's behind...on everything. Jobs, money, significant others. For once, I wanted to be seen as equal to them...even if it meant lying about it," she confessed, feeling rather foolish for saying it as the words left her mouth.

"Well I think you're doing pretty well for yourself," he told her, his words making her cheeks heat up yet again. She matched her eyes with his again, and immediately it felt different than it did in previous times. It was like there was now something between them...something she couldn't quite put into words.

"Thank you, Tommy," she smiled at him before breaking their gaze so that she could rest her cheek on his shoulder. She knew that the move was rather risky, but Tommy responded positively, tightening his hold on her waist while his other hand squeezed hers gently.

She tried to calm her wildly beating heart, inhaling his scent as they continued to sway slowly. Maybe this wasn't going as bad as she thought it was.

After the dancing came some more questions from Emily, Steph and Mya. (Y/N) was once again thankful that Tommy was quick on his feet with answers, or else she would have surely given the whole thing up with her blubbering responses. She also made a mental note to thank him again before the night was over.

"Hey, come with me," Tommy said some time later, after the women had finally let them be.

"Where?" (Y/N) asked, standing up anyway and taking hold of his hand that was outstretched in her direction.

"Outside," he answered simply before leading her down a few hallways, "I need a smoke," he finished as he then opened one of the doors that led out to a lit up garden area.

"Are we allowed out here?" (Y/N) questioned as she looked around in awe. She wondered why Mya and Mitchell didn't choose to use this space as well. It was awfully beautiful and intimate.

"Why not?" Tommy shrugged as he worked on lighting his cigarette with a match. He took a drag from it before offering it to (Y/N). After she accepted it and brought it up to her lips, he pulled another out of its pack for himself.

They smoked in silence for a few minutes then. Tommy was the first to speak up after he tossed his cigarette to the ground and stamped it out. "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?" he asked (Y/N) as he turned to face her.

"I have," (Y/N) responded with a slight nod and a smile, "have you?" she flipped the question back on him.

"Very much," he answered with a grin, "it's been an honor to be your fake boyfriend."

The second part of his sentence made (Y/N) laugh, which in turn made him chuckle. "It makes me happy to know that I didn't drag you here against your will," she said, her eyes finding his after she threw her cigarette to the ground, "and it's very kind of you to've done what you have for me."

"Don't mention it, love," Tommy brushed her gratitude off, "and like I said...I really enjoyed myself," he reminded her, stepping ever-so-slightly closer to her.

(Y/N) felt her body tense at the feeling of his proximity. She'd been trying to play off his touches as innocent; his closeness as part of the act all night, but now…now that they were alone, she wasn't quite sure if all of it was for show. "They're probably wondering where we've gone off to," she managed to get out the words stuck in her throat.

"Let 'em wonder," he dismissed her worries, stepping even closer to her as he reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "They probably think we're off...doing what lovers do."

(Y/N) tried to keep herself grounded and not lose her mind at the feeling of his hand on her skin. She couldn't help but flit her eyes to his lips as she swallowed thickly. "What do lovers do?" she asked him then, immediately wanting to kick herself for sounding so naïve and child-like.

Tommy only chuckled at her innocent question. "Can I kiss you, (Y/N)?" he asked her, not wanting to spook her by just going forward with it.

(Y/N) nodded as best she could with his hand on her cheek, her eyes widening slightly as she matched them with his. "You can," she whispered, and that was all Tommy needed to lean in and match his lips to hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she got looped into the type of kiss that she was sure only happened in the pictures. Her mind was swimming and she couldn’t help but let out a slight whimper when Tommy pulled away too early for her liking.

“This may not be necessary, since we’re technically already dating...” Tommy trailed off with a slight grin as he rested his forehead against hers, “but would you like to go out on a proper date with me?” he asked her, his eyes locking onto hers as he waited for his response.

(Y/N) laughed slightly at the first part of his statement before she nodded her head with a smile. “I think I’d like that,” she agreed to his proposal, feeling giddy at the prospect of what was to come.

Somehow, over the course of the night, (Y/N) and Tommy had gone from fake dating to thinking up the details for their actual first date. (Y/N) also had the answer to her earlier wonderings...the subtle things happening between her and Tommy were most definitely not just for show.

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Always Ever Only You Part 6 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: At the Hard Deck, Bradley learns something about the origins of your friendship with Cam that leaves him feeling out of sorts. You call him out on his behavior and reassure him that he's always more than enough for you. Then he takes you away for a Valentine's trip, and he can finally surprise you with something unique.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley thought he was hilarious with the way he refused to tell you where you and he were going for the night on Friday. He wouldn't even tell you how you were getting there. All he said every time you asked was, "Just pack a bag and find out."

"Infuriating," you whispered to yourself at work on Thursday. When you heard footsteps coming up behind you in the hallway, you turned to see Jake rushing your way. "Seriously? Don't you ever work?"

"Come on, Angel," he whined. "I'm gonna ask her out. I just need one more shot at talking to her."

You sighed and said, "Fine. Come on. We could actually use your help."

A few minutes later, Jake looked absolutely delighted as Cat had him sit down on the stool next to hers. "Ready?" she asked him. "There are a lot of questions."

"I'm ready," he replied, eyes glued to her face as she opened the aviation survey document on her computer. It wasn't like this needed to be completed today. The software was still in the testing stage. But you knew this would be a good excuse to keep Jake in the lab for a little while and let him engage with Cat.

"Name, age, rank and aircraft. Please," she asked him. You tried to sit quietly and work further down the counter, but you were half focused on them. 

"Jacob C. Seresin. Thirty three. Lieutenant. F/A-18." His voice was calm and even as he answered her, but you could see his leg bouncing a little bit. He was so smitten it was absolutely ridiculous. 

"What does the C stand for?" she asked, entering his information.

"That's classified," he told her with a smirk.

She turned to look at him with a smirk of her own. "Your full name is Jacob Classified Seresin?"

You had to press your lips together as Jake started laughing. "Shoulda thought that one through a little better," he drawled with a blush. "It actually stands for Christopher." 

"Where are you from, Lieutenant Classified?" she asked, and he leaned in to look at her screen. 

"Is that actually a question?"

"No," she said softly. "I was just curious about your accent."

Jake's voice sounded smug as hell as he said, "It's not an accent, Lieutenant Coleman. It's a drawl." And then you were forced to listen to their flirtation mixed in with the real survey questions for the better part of an hour. 

When Cat was finally done gathering information about Jake's flight history, you were surprised she didn't also have his phone number. "Thanks for your help," she told him as they both stood. 

"Anytime, Lieutenant," Jake replied. And when he walked past you, he whispered, "I owe you one, Angel."

Once he was gone, you stared at Cat until she looked at you. "If you're interested in big, strong aviators, all you have to do is ask," you told her. "I think he'd happily go out with you."

She scoffed and waved you off. "He's just fun to flirt with a tiny bit. Absolutely none of that was serious." 

"Speak for yourself," you muttered.

"Besides, he would never go for a woman like me. At least not for more than a date or two. Maybe a long weekend, if you catch my drift. And after my ex husband, I'm done playing games. Like I said, Lieutenant Seresin is nice to look at, but under no circumstances will I touch."

"Never?" you asked softly.

Cat planted her hand on the counter and leaned toward you. "He gets around, Lieutenant Commander. Women on base brag about it. And I've seen how he is at the bar. Just surrounded at all times."

Once again, you didn't know how to respond.

"But your friend, Cam?" she asked, giving you a pointed look. "He seems sweet."

You remained silent. Cat was beautiful. If she wanted to go out with Jake, she could go out with Jake. If she wanted to go out with Cam, she could go out with Cam. She could probably get pretty much any guy to ask her out if she wanted to. But if she was just going to flirt with Jake, because she thought it was no big deal, then Jake might end up getting hurt in the process if she moved on with someone else. 

And then your suspicions started to come true. When you went down to eat lunch with Bradley at noon, you saw Cat and Jake at a small table together. So his reputation was terrible, but not so bad that she didn't want to keep flirting? You sat with your head in your hands until Bradley and Nat joined you.

"What's wrong?" Nat asked, taking the seat across from you. "And where's Jake? He told me he was eating with us."

"He's over there," you said, nodding your head in his direction where he was sitting with Cat. "And she's flirting with him."

"Isn't that good?" Bradley asked, dropping down into the seat next to you. 

"No," you groaned. "She likes Cam. She thinks Jake is a womanizer who would never be interested in her. She thinks this is just some harmless flirting."

"Oof, he's about to get shot down isn't he?" Nat asked, and now all there of you were watching across the cafeteria as Cat and Jake smiled at each other. Then Jake leaned in a little closer, and Cat bit her lip. 

"Oh no," you whispered, reaching for Bradley's hand as your heart pounded. "Maybe he is a bit of a womanizer?" you asked. "I've seen that look on his face before. He's asking her out."

Bradley laced his fingers with yours. "He's not doing that kind of thing anymore," he told you and Nat. "He seems to be ready to settle down in a relationship. Been talking about it for months. Oh no, there he goes."

Nat gasped as Jake stroked the back of Cat's hand with his thumb. Her smile faltered and she kind of shrugged and shook her head. Even though you couldn't hear them, you had a pretty good idea of how the conversation was going. Cat's hand slid away from his, and soon she was standing to leave.

"Yikes," Nat whispered as the three of you scrambled to make it appear as though you hadn't been watching Jake get turned down. "That was so surreal. Looked exactly like the day you asked your wife out and she told you no," she added to Bradley, trying not to laugh now. "Remember that, Soul Sister?"

Bradley placed a loud, sloppy kiss on your cheek and said, "She came around eventually. One kiss and she was begging me to take her on a date."

You rolled your eyes. "I would love to dispute that, but it's actually the truth."

"Hey, guys," Jake said, gingerly sitting down next to Nat. His face was completely neutral, and his voice was even. But you could tell he was upset. 

"Hangman," Bradley grunted. And then he and Nat filled up the silence before it became too much while you picked at your food. And Jake just sat quietly. 

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"Hard Deck night, Baby Girl," Bradley reminded you when you walked inside after work. 

You were tired, and you didn't really feel like going out. The bar would be packed, just like it was every Thursday night, and you were starting to get crampy, which meant your period was coming. "You don't want to stay in?" you asked, pouting up at him. "We could take a bath together."

Bradley ran his thumb along your pouty lips. "We can stay in if you want to, Sweetheart. Let me text Nat and tell her."

Then you kissed his thumb and said, "No, we can go. But maybe we can leave early. I'm exhausted."

Famous last words. At ten o'clock, you were kind of drunk, Bradley's hands were all over you, and Cat was waving you up to the bar. "I'll be right back, Roo," you told him, slipping away before he could keep you with him. Bradley watched you chatting with you coworker, happy you seemed to be getting along with her now. 

"I gotta know, man. How do you grow such a good mustache?"

Bradley turned just in time for Cam to try to lean against the edge of the pool table, miss completely and nealy land on his face. Shit, he was as at least as drunk as you were. 

"Genetics," Bradley said, thinking of nearly every damn photo he had of Goose sporting the same facial hair. Cam had a bit of a baby face, and the idea of him with a mustache was almost laughable. 

Then you walked back over in a state of annoyance. "Oh good, you're here," you said to Cam. "Mr. Popularity."

"What do you mean?" he asked, stroking his bare upper lip. 

"You know my coworker Cat? She just told me Jake asked her out, but that she'd rather go out with you."

Cam blinked a few times and then burst into laughter, leaning on Bradley while he hooted. "That's such a funny joke!"

"I'm serious! Roo, tell him I'm serious."

"She's serious," Bradley said, sipping his beer and trying not to get involved in this conversation. 

"Nobody would pick me over that guy," Cam replied, pointing to Jake. "He's fucking ripped! And his hair is always perfect. And he can do that thing with his mouth and the toothpicks!"

You started laughing and said, "I tried to tell Cat you're nothing special."

"Wow," Cam said, feigning offense, "you're the worst friend ever. Where's Maria?"

"Wait," you said, still laughing while you grabbed his hand. "Just because your repertoire of talents did nothing for me doesn't mean you're not as good as Jake!"

Bradley choked on his beer, remembering what he had overheard you say to Jake. "I'm sorry. What?"

You both turned to look at him, and Cam's cheeks were turning pink. 

"The two of you hooked up?" Bradley asked, wondering why this was something he'd only been hearing about recently. Cam slowly backed away from him, suddenly looking like he was afraid Bradley might hit him. And that's when Bradley realized that his tone definitely sounded a little threatening, but he couldn't take it back now.

"It was ten years ago!" Cam quickly supplied, taking a step to his left once he realized he was standing right next to you. 

"Didn't I tell you this, Roo?" you asked, still smiling at Bradley as you cocked your head to the side. 

"No. Never," he replied, annoyed at himself for being annoyed about this. It clearly didn't matter at all. It had nothing to do with your marriage. But Cam was the same age as you, and in many ways he was probably well suited for you. 

"There's literally nothing to tell," Cam insisted.

"Yeah," you agreed. "It didn't mean anything. We were twenty one. It didn't work for either of us, so we stopped what we were doing and decided to just be friends. Because Cam's moves were decidedly terrible at that age."

"God, you're so annoying," Cam told you with a grin. "You think you had moves? You did not. All you had back then was nice tits."

"Jesus," Bradley growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. Because even though this happened ten years ago, suddenly he was wondering about all the details. 

"There was no penetration," you said casually.

"No penetration of any kind," Cam confirmed. 

"Then what was there?" Bradley asked as you laced your fingers with his.

"Wait, do fingers count?" Cam asked you, scratching his head. "No, fingers don't count, right? Whatever, all I did was feel her up."

"I wasn't good," you added. "Just friends after that."

"Yep," Cam confirmed, giving Bradley some side eye. "She likes big guys. Muscular ones. Mustaches. Which is exactly why nobody who turned down Jake Seresin would say yes to me."

You rolled your eyes and said, "That's so not true."

Bradley wanted all of the details and none of them at the same time as he pulled you a little closer. But then Cam handed you his drink and said, "Really? Watch this."

"Oh no," you muttered, gasping and clinging to Bradley as Cam walked away.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you ever tell me you and Cam messed around? I hate being blindsided by this shit. You hang out with him all the time."

But you weren't listening to him. You weren't even looking at him. Cam was walking confidently over to Cat, and suddenly he was leaning against the bar next to her, occasionally glancing this way. After a moment, Cat looked delighted, and Cam looked completely shocked. 

"He asked her out!" you moaned, burying your face against Bradley's chest. "Poor Jake!"

When Bradley's eyes found Jake, he was glaring daggers from the dartboard over toward Cam and Cat. "Oh, shit," he muttered, wrapping his arm a little tighter around you. "This is a fucking disaster."

"It really is," you whispered.

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Jake was upset. You could see it on his face. And now Cam looked concerned. When you tried to talk to him, all he said was, "Apparently I have a date on Saturday night."

And before Cat left the bar for the night, she had a smile on her face as she came over to you and Bradley. "Any idea where I might be able to find a good babysitter for Saturday evening?"

"Babysitter?" Bradley asked her, and you couldn't help but see how his expression changed as he asked Cat, "Do you have a kid?"

"Yes," she replied, looking a little surprised. "I thought you would have told your husband. I have a son. He's a year old."

You desperately wanted her date with Cam to suck, and that made you feel like a shitty person all around. So you were suddenly blurting out, "We can watch him." The look on Bradley's face as he registered that he'd get to spend a few hours playing with a one year old, made your heart clench. 

"Yeah, you can drop him off with us," he told Cat, and tears stung your eyes. You had cramps. You'd probably get your period right in the middle of the overnight trip tomorrow night. But you just nodded, because even though Cat was going out with Cam instead of Jake, and even though you still weren't pregnant, you knew Bradley would have fun babysitting.

On the ride home, you were starting to get upset as you sobered up a bit more. You didn't want your mood to make you miserable for your night away. 

Bradley was pretty quiet until he asked, "Why didn't you tell me about you and Cam?"

"Nothing to tell," you replied softly. It was the truth. You'd harbored a bit of a crush on your friend at first; he was sweet and funny and you had all of your classes with him. You had spent a lot of time together, and you trusted him. And one night, despite both of your best efforts, it just didn't work when you tried to hookup. 

"But you spend a lot of time with him now. So what? Your attraction to him just stopped after one night?" Bradley grunted. "You go out to brunch with Cam and Maria all the time for that disgusting avocado toast. Hell, you make me spend so much time with him, I know what kind of pizza he likes and what he orders at the burger shack."

"Oh my god, Bradley. Exactly. He's just my friend! You know what kind of pizza he likes, because I want you to spend time with my friends!"

"But you clearly care about him."

"Bradley! You lived a whole life with other women before we met!"

"I never cared about them! I never loved them! Cam is your friend, and you care about him."

As soon as he parked the Bronco in the driveway, you were unbuckling your seatbelt and crawling into his lap. "What has gotten into you, Roo?" you asked, straddling his thighs and forcing him to look at you. "Cam? You're jealous of Cam in this moment? Knock it the fuck off."

"I'm sorry," he muttered, wrapping his arms around you. "I just didn't like the way I found out about it. Which isn't fair to you at all. Because you're right...about my past. And I know it has to embarrass you sometimes-"

You silenced him with a kiss as you brushed your fingers through his hair. When your forehead came to rest against his, you said, "Don't talk about yourself like that. You want all the details? We did not date. Cam and I ended up in his bed exactly one time. He was hard until I put my hand down his pants. I was excited until he took my bra off. Then we laughed awkwardly, called it quits, and watched a movie with three feet of space between us. So if you can't get onboard with the avocado toast brunches now, I don't even know what to say."

Bradley laughed a little bit. "I love you, and I'm sorry. I've just been... feeling my age recently, Baby Girl."

"What does that mean?" you asked, pressing your lips to his scarred cheek. 

He sighed. "Just trying to make sure I can keep up with you and everything you want."

"I want you."

"I know you do," he whispered.

"Then start acting like it, Bradley. Or I'll call you Grandpa instead of Daddy."

He was silent for a beat as you ran your hand down the front of his body. "You wanna go have some Daddy time right now?"

"It's like you can read my mind."

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Bradley wore you out on Thursday night, and you were still tired on Friday after work when he drove up the coastal roads to the mysterious hotel he booked for the night. "Will you please tell me where you're taking me?" you asked for the millionth time. 

But he just laughed and said, "The funny thing is, I'm not really sure, Sweetheart. It's some crazy hotel called Le Chateau California, and I'm really only taking you there because they have something I think you'll love."

"What is it?" you asked, suddenly even more curious. 

"I'm not telling. We'll have to experience it for ourselves," he said, reaching for your bare thigh and stroking your skin.

"Are we there yet?" you whined. "How much further? I want my surprise." 

"You're worse than a child," he said with a smile, inching his hand further up under your dress. "We'll be there in twenty minutes. We're having dinner at eight, and you'll see the surprise then."

Bradley was great at teasing you, but this was perhaps his best effort to date. His fingers were just tucked inside your panties, stroking you while you tried to sit patiently, as he pulled up to a colorful boutique hotel on the outskirts of Newport Beach. "What is this place?" you asked him, whining again as he pulled his hand free before the valet could see where it had been. 

"Let's go find out," he said with a smirk. When you strolled into the lobby that looked like you'd fallen down the rabbit hole into Wonderland, Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist. 

"This is so cool," you gasped, still a little wound up from Bradley's fingers on your pussy. 

You were looking up at him with barely concealed lust. He had both overnight bags slung over his left shoulder like it was nothing. And when the woman at the concierge desk asked for the last name on the reservation, your core clenched as he rasped, "The Bradshaws."

As he handed over his credit card, you whimpered softly. His wide brown eyes were on yours as you pressed your lips together. Then he was smiling, but he didn't pick up the pace like you wanted him to. He asked the woman where the restaurant was located. He listened to her tell him more about the history of the hotel. He asked her another question as she handed over the room keys. He forced your hand. 

"Please?" you whispered, pressing yourself to his side. 

When he finally led you across the technicolor lobby toward the purple elevators, he pushed the up arrow and said, "We have dinner in twenty minutes."

You nearly wanted to stomp your foot. "You can fuck me in less time than that."

"You told me I'm never fast," he replied as the doors slid open. "So, probably not, Baby Girl."

"Bradley!" you screeched as soon as you and he were alone in the elevator. "I won't make it through dinner and you know it!" 

He kissed your lips so softly before the elevator stopped on your floor. "I love it when you get like this," he said as you tripped down the hallway next to him. "Go in and get ready for me." He handed you one of the keys, and you ran down the hallway that looked like a multicolored fever dream, barely taking the time to enjoy any of it. 

The hotel room was colorful and spacious with a king bed and a Juliet balcony. There was a view of the beach and some champagne in an ice bucket. But all you were concerned about was getting your underwear off and getting on the bed. 

Bradley strolled in and set the bags down before adjusting the thermostat. He tossed his sunglasses on the nightstand and combed his fingers through his hair before turning to watch you where you were laying on the bed with your dress pulled up to your waist. "Get on your knees," he rasped, and you did as you were told. Then his hands and lips were all over your butt and thighs before tasting you from behind.

"Bradley!" you gasped. You'd never get used to how good it felt to have him surprise you there with his mustache. And then you heard him unzip his jeans before wrapping one muscular arm around you and fucking you hard. You rocked forward onto your hands as he slammed into you. 

"You're so impatient," he grunted. "Can't even make it to dinner and to your surprise unless you're full of my cum."

It was going to be embarrassing how quickly you came for him when he was dishing out the smug dirty talk. But when his fingers stroked you in time with his thrusts, you smiled and bit your lip. The colorful bedding and walls around the room made you feel a little dizzy, but nothing compared to the sensation when Bradley hit just the right spot inside you and gently spanked your clit.

"Fuck!" you squealed, clenching so hard he groaned your name. 

"Shit, Baby Girl," he growled, filling you up with his cum. But you were already there, face planted in the pillows to keep yourself quiet as you came. When you picked your head up a few inches and turned to look back at him while he was still inside you, he rubbed one big palm along your butt. "Sorry I finished so fast. You look pretty with your ass in the air," he whispered. 

You pushed yourself up on shaky arms. "And you look pretty with your cock inside me."

He chuckled and withdrew himself, and then he ran his fingers along your pussy like he was massaging his cum back inside you. "I'm not ovulating anymore, Roo," you reminded him. He could cum inside you all weekend and it wouldn't make a difference. 

"Doesn't matter," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your butt, thighs and pussy once more. "It's not going to make me want to stop giving you creampies all the time." You sighed softly as he finally stood, and you watched him walk around the bed with his cock hanging out of his jeans. "It's almost time for our dinner reservation," he reminded you as he walked into the bathroom. 

You rolled onto your back, legs clenched together as his mess coated your thighs. While you listened to him wash his hands, you closed your eyes and wished desperately that you were pregnant. You thought about everything that would change for you if you were, and you knew you'd be ready for it. 

"Coming?" he asked, reaching out for your hand. Bradley pulled you to your feet and helped you back into your underwear, looking up at you and shaking his head at the sight of his cum everywhere. He wasn't old. It blew your mind that he sometimes thought he was. He was better and sexier and stronger than anyone younger. He was everything you wanted.

"Let's go."

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Bradley spent almost seven hundred dollars for the hotel room for the night. It was another fifty bucks to valet the Bronco, and the prices on the dinner menu in the swanky restaurant were so high, he thought they must be joking. But he wanted you to have whatever you wanted, so he ordered a twenty dollar beer so you would, too. And he ordered exactly what he wanted to eat so you would, too. 

He'd tapped out his savings when he bought the craftsman for the two of you, including the money his mom left for him. But he'd been working on building up his savings again. The dream of making one of the bedrooms a nursery sometime in the near future was clawing away at his mind. He thought about it a lot: colorful airplanes and clouds on the walls and a crib with a sweet baby that had his hair and your eyes. 

His attention was drawn back to the present as soon as the waiter returned with your beers and a platter of bread and fruit. The colorful overhead light was reflecting blue, green and orange onto your pretty face as you glanced up with a look of wonder at the waiter. Because he was now saying the words Bradley had been waiting weeks for you to hear. It was the reason he wanted to book a room as soon as he heard about this hotel. 

"While you wait for your entrees, feel free to walk around and explore our wall of condiments from around the world, our champagne waterfall, and our hot sauce vending machine."

You lurched in your seat. "Did you say hot sauce vending machine?!"

"Yes," the waiter replied with a smile, nodding to the far end of the restaurant. "Have fun."

"Bradley!" you shrieked. "They have a hot sauce vending machine!"

He grinned as you pulled him to his feet. "I know, Baby Girl. That's why I brought you here."

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that was better suited for the bedroom, but Bradley didn't care that there was a couple trying to eat at the next table. You were happy right now when there were times recently that you clearly hadn't been, so they'd just have to deal. 

Bradley eventually led you to the vending machine which was enormous and filled with tiny bottles of hundreds of different kinds of sauces. You stood before it in the colorful wonderland of a restaurant, analyzing each one like this was the most important work assignment of your career. 

"That's one's from Japan," you mused out loud, pointing to a green bottle. "I've always wanted to try it. Oh, and that one is made in Maryland! We need to get that one."

"Pick as many as you want, Sweetheart. They come with the meal." You actually jumped up and down and clapped your hands as you pushed the buttons to select twenty two different hot sauces, loading Bradley's arms up with the little bottles one at a time.

Then you stopped at the champagne fountain and got two glasses to take back as well. The waiter brought your dinners and some extra plates for all of the hot sauces, and you lined them up across the table. "I think I'm in heaven," you said, dipping your fork into a sauce and tasting it. 

Bradley watched you enjoy the flavor before dipping the fork again and holding it out to him. Your smile and the expectant look on your face as he tasted it made him happy, too. "I know I'm in heaven."

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Collared part 39

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: You have a nightmare.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2.8k

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Dean awoke to the sounds of a struggle, to occasional yelling and whimpering. His hand was on his gun before he'd even consciously woken up, but he pretty quickly recognised that the sounds were from you. He looked over and could see there was no external threat to you, you were having a nightmare. He left the gun where it was and got out of bed, quickly crossing to you.

You screamed just before he got to you. It broke his heart to see you so distressed.

He crouched down next to you and reached out to touch your shoulder. He gently shook it, trying to wake you up. When that didn't work, he started to tap your face.

You were just coming to when Sam opened the door, gun at the ready. He looked at Dean and mouthed “Nightmare?” Dean nodded. “You ok?” he mouthed again. Dean gave him the thumbs up and he backed out of the room again, closing the door behind him.

You looked up at Dean with confusion and fear written all over your face. “It's ok,” he murmured, “you were having a nightmare.”

Your breathing was heavy and your eyes darted around the room like you were scared something would jump out at you. He needed to calm you down. He sat down on the floor and gently coaxed you to come sit next to him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leant into him. He could feel you shaking.

“You're ok,” he said on repeat, trying to get through to you.

You started to reach up to touch his face, as if you weren't sure he was really there. Your other hand felt across his chest. He wondered for a second what you were doing, before realising it was like you were checking he was alive. He had a sudden inkling that perhaps he had died in your dream.

“I'm ok too, I'm here,” he tried. You did seem to calm down a fraction.

“Sam?” you whispered.

“He's fine too. He came in just before after he heard you scream, when I was waking you up.”

You were still looking worried and rubbing his chest, so he thought you might need some tangible proof. He managed to reach up to his phone on his bedside table. He sent Sam a message:

📱Can you come here? I think we died or something in her nightmare, she's a bit freaked out

He put the phone down and turned back to you, rubbing your back gently. Sam opened the door shortly after, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said gently. He came over and crouched next to Dean and you. You reached out to him and he squeezed your hand. “I'm ok.”

You looked at him for a moment and nodded, then turned your attention back to Dean. You other hand came to grip his collar, like you were worried he would vanish. Your nightmare must've really affected you.

Sam gave your hand a squeeze again and said, “You ok if I go back to bed now?” You nodded and he stood up and left the room. You were looking a little less terrified now, which Dean was happy about.

What he wasn't expecting was that you would suddenly burst into tears. He gave you a squeeze with the arm that was around your back.

“Hey, hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I thought it would be over with him gone. I thought I was better,” you sobbed. Fuck, he thought.

“Maybe your subconscious still needs to process. Or maybe it’s just an asshole, stuffed if I know how it works.” His joke fell flat. He wasn't that surprised.

Your other hand came up to clutch at his top too. It was like you were trying to get closer and closer to him.

He cleared his throat. “Umm, Y/N, do you want me to put you on my lap? It helped when you were upset and you had the collar on, but umm, obviously only if you want me to.”

You bit your lip and stiffened up, even through the tears. Crap, he thought, he's scared you off. He started to apologise but you cut him off.

“Yes,” you whispered.

He looked closely at your face, trying to see if you looked like you'd said it because you were afraid of him or felt the need to appease him. He saw no evidence of that, so he slipped his hand under your knees and lifted you around to sit across his lap. You leant into his chest and wrapped your hands in the front of his shirt.

He held you firmly and let you cry.

He didn't mind holding you like this at all, but he was starting to get uncomfortable sitting against the wall on his bedroom floor, with you on his lap. It was much easier when you'd had the collar on and he’d held you while he sat on the bed.

He tried to adjust you slightly, give some relief to the leg that was losing circulation. You froze. Crap, he thought.

“I can get off,” you mumbled through tears, moving to do so before he'd even had a chance to reply.

“No, sweetheart, you're fine. I just needed to move my leg a bit.”

“No, no, I'm in the way, this can't be comfortable for you.”

“You are not in the way, Bambi. But if you want me to be more comfortable, how would you feel if I sat on the bed with you?”

You bit your lip but then nodded. “We can get off any time you need,” he reassured you.

He gently placed you on the floor next to him, then stood up. You stood up yourself and followed him over to the bed. He sat up against the headboard and held out his hands to you. You were still sniffling and your eyes were red and puffy. You tentatively took his hand and he guided you up on to the bed and over to him. You visibly relaxed once he had you on his lap again.

It killed him to think about what had happened to you to make you so terrified of being on furniture.

After a short while, you started to calm down fully, brushing away your tears.

“Sorry, Dean,” you mumbled, looking embarrassed.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m a grown-ass woman, I can’t believe I’ve forced my, what, housemate to let me sleep in his room and to hold me while I cry.”

“I’m your housemate?” He wasn't sure why, but he hated being called that by you.

You bit your lip, “I couldn’t think of a better word…”

“Well, anyway,” he said, returning to the topic, “I googled about healing from umm, traumatic shit. And I dunno, I reckon maybe you hadn’t actually confronted it yet. All the shit that happened. It reckoned crying was good, at least once.”

“You googled for me?”

“Uh, yeah... Sorry.”

“No, don't apologise, it's sweet.”

 “So, you know, fuck what other people do or think, they’re not living this shit.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Dean.” You looked around awkwardly, like you'd just realised you were on his lap on his bed. “I, umm, should get back to bed...” You looked at your blankets on the floor with a strange expression on your face. You shivered and he realised: you were scared.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something with me?” he asked.

“Umm, yes, please,” you mumbled. “Nothing, umm, nothing scary or violent...”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He looked around to where his laptop was, and realised he couldn't reach it without getting you off him. You seemed to realise too, sliding off his lap to sit on the bed next to him. He tried not to ogle, but he was pretty sure the whole reason you'd been sitting on him was because you felt you couldn't sit on the bed. You hadn't been that upset when they'd moved off the floor, hadn't absolutely needed the comfort. And now, here you were, sitting alone on the bed.

He hastily got up to get the laptop, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Maybe you hadn't even realised what you'd done.

He brought the laptop back and sat next to you, watching to see what you did. You leant in and looked at the list of movies, peacefully sitting next to him. He followed your lead and scrolled through them, waiting until you picked one.

He set it up, then returned to sitting next to you against the headboard. You seemed engrossed in the film, seemingly not even noticing you were sitting on the bed without even touching him.

He spent more time watching you, surreptitiously, than watching the movie.

Slowly, you started to lean on him. He got the feeling you were getting tired again, as your head lowered on to his shoulder. A minute or two later, you were asleep.

He wondered what to do. He was happy to have you sleep in his bed if it helped you sleep better, but would that freak you out when you woke in the morning? Should he put you back in your blankets on the floor? But would you feel rejected if he did that?

You'd looked afraid of going back to your blankets, where you'd had your horror nightmare, so he decided to let you stay on his bed. He’d deal with the fallout in the morning, if it came.

He carefully manoeuvred you down so you were under the covers with your head on a pillow. He felt like he was diffusing a bomb, trying not to wake you.

He put the laptop away and pulled himself under the covers too. He sent Sam a quick text:

📱She's asleep again. In my bed. If she freaks out later, show her this. Nothing happened. We watched a movie and she fell asleep. I thought she'd sleep better here.

After a moment, he sent another one:

📱I hope I haven't fucked up.

---

You started to wake up. You felt warm, comfortable. You could hear the comforting noises of Dean breathing in his sleep, although they sounded closer- FUCK! You opened your eyes. You were literally lying in his bed!

The man was a freaking saint, the way he let you just take all his stuff!

You took a moment to admire his sleeping face. He looked so much more peaceful and at ease. And he was gorgeous, even without being able to see his beautiful eyes.

He must be so sick of you taking up his space, demanding his time, waking him up.

You looked around. You were in a bed. It was a little unsettling. You trusted that Dean wasn’t going to hurt you – he’d had plenty of opportunities for that, and hadn’t taken them. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that bad things happened in beds.

This was absurd. Why couldn’t you just use furniture like a normal person? Why couldn’t you just leave your housemates and their personal space alone? What were you, 3?

Berating yourself, you crept out of Dean’s bed, trying not to wake him. You grabbed your pillow and blanket from the floor and eased open the door, carefully shutting it behind you.

You headed to your own room, quietly opening the door. A few clothes had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor and the bed. You took a look at the bed and all of your courage and determination evaporated.

You lay down on the floor.

---

Dean awoke and quickly opened his eyes. You weren’t in the bed. You weren’t on the floor. Your pillow and one of your blankets was gone.

Fuck.

He picked up his phone. No message from Sam. He was worried about going out there if you were upset with him. What if he’d caused you a panic attack? What if he gave you another one by surprising you somewhere?

He messaged Sam:

📱She ok?

He waited.

And waited.

It hadn’t even been read yet.

He hovered over Sam’s name then hit the dial button. This couldn’t wait. What if you’d left the bunker?

Sam answered on the second ring. “What’s wrong?” he asked blearily.

“I need you to find Y/N.”

“Shit, where have you already looked?”

“No, I mean, I need you specifically to do it.”

“Uh, what? Why?”

“Because after she had her nightmare she came and sat with me on my bed watching a movie and then she fell asleep. I didn’t move her. But now she’s gone and so is her blanket and pillow from the floor. What if I freaked her out? What if she’s terrified of me because she woke up in my bed?”

“Oh. Right. Umm, ok. So you haven’t gone looking if she’s in her room or the kitchen or anything?”

“No, what if I freak her out more?”

“Ah, ok. I’ll go have a look and I’ll let you know. But Dean, she’s probably fine.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Ok, ok, I’m going.”

---

Sam knocked gently on your door.

“Come in,” you called. You sounded normal, from what he could tell through the door, which was reassuring. He eased the door open and stepped inside.

You were sitting on the floor in your blanket. You smiled when you looked up at him, looking ok if a little tired after your limited sleep last night. “How are you?” he asked gently.

“I’m ok, thanks Sam. Rough nightmare but I’m fine now.”

Ordinarily, he would leave you at that, or see if you wanted to get some breakfast. But he knew Dean was currently freaking out, so he felt he needed to pursue a little more.

“I wouldn’t normally pry, but... are you upset with Dean?”

“What? No. Why?”

“He’s currently hiding in his room terrified that you’ve left the bunker for good and/or that you’ll have a panic attack at the mere sight of him.”

Your face was a picture of confusion. “Why would he think that?”

Sam dug his phone out of his pocket and opened to his text conversation with Dean. He double checked the messages above the ones from last night and then decided it was all ok for you to see. He held it out to you.

He watched your face as you read. “Oh... Oh,” you said half to yourself. “He’s woken up and I’m not there, so he thinks I freaked out when I woke up in his bed.”

Sam nodded, happy he didn’t have to explain his brother. Better if you made your own connections.

“Umm, l’ll go talk to him.”

---

You knocked slightly on Dean’s door and then pushed it open. He paused in what was clearly his pacing and looked to the door. A number of expressions appeared to cross his face as he looked at you, but too quickly for you to identify them all.

“H-hey,” he said, looking like he was trying to be cooler than he really felt.

“Hey, Dean. Sorry I, umm, scared you.”

“I- I wasn’t – I wasn’t scared,” he said, looking exactly how someone who was lying would look.

You lifted your eyebrow.

“Ok, ok, I was worried. I thought you might think I’d done something to you, and I know you don’t like furniture.”

“Not fragile, remember,” you said, a little sullenly.

“I’m not trying- that’s not what I- I don’t mean to-”

You felt bad, that had been a bit harsh. “Dean, it’s ok. I totally get why you thought that. I really am sorry I scared you, you were just being considerate. And you looked after me for ages in the middle of the night.” He was looking relieved. “But that’s why I left, I have to stop taking up your space, intruding on your whole life.”

He frowned, “You’re not intruding on my whole life.”

“Yes, I am. And I’m so screwed up you think that leaving me in your bed where I literally fell asleep is likely to make me terrified of you.”

“No, I think that you have a justifiable reason for jumping to conclusions. But also, you know what I really thought last night? I thought ‘Look at how much progress she’s made, she doesn’t even notice she’s sitting up here and enjoying the movie’.”

“You- really?” Your voice totally changed, surprised. “That’s what you thought?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I- I- I dunno,” you mumbled.

Dean looked at you for a moment, then he said gently, “I know you’re struggling to find your place in the world; believe me, I’ve been there. But you don’t have to throw everything out to prove yourself.” He took a breath, considering, then added, “I’ve said this before and it’s still true. You were entitled to comfort with the collar and you still are. And if you want it from me, well, I’m easy.”

You started to giggle. He frowned, but you could tell he was joking, “Jeez Y/N, everything’s innuendo to you.”

“I mean, I have seen your penis.”

“See, that one right there, that’s innuendo.”

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Don't Worry, I Got You

Summary: Astarion is taken over by an unfamiliar sickness, which leads him to a doctor who wants to see him get better. So they say.

Warnings: Mentions of Astarion's past, blood, hurt/comfort, angst

Word count: 3.3K

Notes: There is my Tav at the end and mentioned. This is also for Whumptobers thermometer/ delerium / "They dont care about you" prompt. And set after the events of the game and Astarion is not ascended.

For someone who hasn't written a lot since till recently. I feel like Astarion is a good character to start with since he's so complex.

The night started off strange..well, stranger than normal. For once, after his meditation, Astarion felt. To him, he's not sure how he would describe it. Woozy? Heated? His skin felt hot, and his head felt off.

Gale made a joke, when he saw the sweat beading down Astarions face, that he looked pale. A hilarious joke. Though Astarion couldn't help but wonder if he did look more pale than normal. Something felt off.

Of course, Astarion assured himself he was completely fine. Perhaps something he ate had lingering effects.

He joked with Shadowheart. A thin veil to hide his worries and curiosity. Lead her to the edge to see if she jumped off. It came to no surprise when she took the bait.

"Sounds like a fever. I didn't know vampires were capable of experiencing that. No matter. Keep your distance if that's the case." Used her spells to help relieve himself, after some painful persuading. When Astarion got back to his bed, the symptoms returned.

His lover, Axel, was out tracking down some beast with Haslin, Jaheira, and Minsc. Some creature that is tied to druids. Hence the company he brought along.

That also meant one less person Astarion could confide in. Even worse, Axel is the only one Astarion can truly be himself with. No hidden meanings or parading.

Sickening when he lets himself think about it. How pathetic has he become to rely so heavily on another. Astarion has never needed anyone. The company he has gained was by choice.

Whatever this is, Astarion can handle it on his own.

After a couple days, his body started to feel worse and worse. The hunger that he learned to control and cage inside him was slipping through the cracks like the very blood it wished to consume. It grew and grew each minute it was ignored. Astarion would look at his companions and only imagined sinking his teeth in them. Could feel the way their body stilled and grew cold as he consumed the last drop of their essence. It felt like he was getting lost in a mirage within a drugged mind.

Astarion needed blood.

He slipped out, once everyone retreated to their beds, and pulled a hood over his head. He normally didn't cover his face, but with the way his face felt he didn't want anyone to see it. The carefully curated illusion was falling apart. His sense of control even on his own body was slipping. What was happening to him? Was he finally going mad?

Astarion shook his head and refocused his attention on a wild boar on the outskirts of the city. It was easy prey. But it wasn't enough.

Astarion walked back to the city, with his nails digging into his palms. The monster wasn't sedated. It needed more. More. More.

The yelp and scream of a young woman perked his elvish ears. Normally he would pass by and ignore it, but this time he let himself be moved by the sound. By the music of the drums in their veins.

A larger man, larger than Haslin, had his hand raised after he had used it to smack a young lady to the ground. She held her lip with tears brimming her frightened eyes as they looked up at her attacker. The man's rage was pungent even from the alleyway, from where Astarion watched.

It happened before Astarion realized. The man was no longer looming over the woman, now instead he was being cradled by Astarion in the shadows. His blood coated Astarions insides. Made the poisonous creature inside Astarion crackle. It drank and drank until there was nothing left.

Astarion bit and bit, searching desperately for more, but there was nothing left but putrid flesh.

The high was exhilarating. After two days of shit, Astarion felt alive again (or as close to it as he could). He no longer felt weak and for a moment he basked in the glory of it. Smiled up at the starless sky and sighed.

Then a sharp pain ripped through him. His insides felt hot and the blood turned rancid. Turned to poison.

A scream bubbled up his throat, but it was cut off by the vomit pouring out of him. Every last drop of what he had just consumed had now painted the man and himself in a revolting shade of red. The smell was overbearing. Astarion needed to crawl away, but the smell was on him. In him. The horrible thing inside him still laughed and mocked and every memory of Cazador flooded back to him.

The tears felt unbearably hot against his cheeks. Was this more torture? Had he not escaped that fate? Whatever was happening to him also kept him from retreating into that safe space in his mind. To forget himself. It had saved him so many times before but that power was gone now. Just like everything else leaving him.

"Are you alright?" A voice broke through the haze. In the fog of tears, Astarion could make out a small shape. A woman.

"Leave me be!" He pulled his cowl taut so she could not see the horror.

"I can help you. Here." Astarion did not dare look. Help me! You can not. The last time he accepted someone's help in an alleyway, he spent 200 years as a slave.

"Someone else may find you, and they won't be as kind." She's right, but why would she be so kind?

When he looks up, peeking over his cowl, he realizes it's the girl. The one the man had attacked from before. She looked a lot different when she wasn't frightened and groveling. Though, she has every reason to be afraid. She should be afraid. Astarion opens his mouth to spit the words out, but the dizziness fogs his brain.

She scoffs and forces him to his feet. His body is too weak to protest. He has no choice but to allow her to lead him away. She could be leading him to his death, but what could he do to stop it?

After a blur, she gently cradles him down onto a bed and starts taking his clothes off. Astarion isn't surprised. He should have seen it coming. A part of him thought maybe all the blood would dissuade someone from being lecherous, but he should have known better. He simply closes his eyes and waits for it to be over.

But it doesn't come.

She just starts to sponge the blood off and then covers him with a blanket. She presses a cool rag on his head and offers water to his lips. Water is not what he needs, but his throat feels raw like it was shredded apart like butcher meat. He accepts the offer, because if nothing else it'll help his throat not be so dry too.

"My name is Cita. Thank you for helping me, before." She said as she stirred the coal in the fireplace. The shadows bounce around the room like dancing devils. Astarion fears one will awaken and reach out to him with slashing claws. It's too hard to look at them for too long, lest his mind starts to become too active for his own good.

Instead he focuses his strength on his words. "I'm," he swallows down the dryness and grimaces, "My name is As-astarion."

She stands and folds her hands shyly in front of her. "Do you need anything else?"

Astarion just needs to rest. To get back to the group and his own bed. He wishes for Axel to hold him and nurse him back to health, but another side of him wishes to never be seen until he is better. He wants everything and nothing at the same time. Is that among this girl's capabilities? If so, then her company is more dangerous than he thought.

Astarion settles with a head shake and closes his eyes. If it were up to him, he'd also roll over and away from her peering eyes, but he doesn't get a choice here. His body is in control, not his mind, and it's too weak to even move a muscle.

He hears her shuffle the distance between them, then flinches when he feels her cold hand on his cheek. "You are burning up. I'll need to find some herbs to help regulate your temperature before you burst into flames."

Astarion swallows against knives. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm a doctor." Astarion opens his eyes in disbelief. She chuckles and shakes her head. "I mean. I want to be. I've been studying and practicing. After the attack on the city, there were a lot of folks who needed help and couldn't afford it. I try to help where I can."

How noble, his brain spits. Another hero to save the day. How lucky he was to have been picked up by a novice. Makes him so happy he could cry.

With a huff, Astarion turns his head. He just needs to meditate and gain enough strength to move around again. If she wishes to help him, then he'll accept it. He'll be another test subject for her studies if that's what it'll take for him to be rid of this affliction. It doesn't matter. All that matters is getting back.

….

Mediation doesn't come easy. His mind is too alert like a caged animal. He closes his eyes and wills his body to relax, the sweet embrace of relaxation teases him and then he's awake again.

"Astarion." Astarion could have sworn that it was Gale's voice.

Astarion opens his eyes to see Gale's face hovering over him. A part of him is relieved to see a friendly face, another makes him say. "Your face is quite a horror in the morning, darling." Though the impact feels less satisfying when his voice sounds as raw as his throat feels.

"Even sick, you're still attempting eloquence. I applaud you for never losing sight of who you are, even in moments such as this."

"How," he swallows, "did you find me?" Astarion must keep his eyes closed unless the world starts spinning, but when he does he becomes more painfully aware of the amount of heat and sweat his body is producing.

"The girl, Cita, found us. Brought me here. I didn't believe her at first when she said you were sick, but you are indeed sick. How strange. I didn't believe it was possible for vampires to get fevers. Perhaps that means we are all doomed then." Gale chuckles.

Astarion rolls his eyes. "Take me back."

Gale clicks his tongue and the look on his face makes Astarion's stomach twist; and not because of his sickness.

Gale drops to one knee and the look in his eye seems foreign on the soft wizard. It's steel and even amusement lingering there. Gales fingers move away hair glued to Astarions skin with sweat and then pierces Astarions heart with a cold gaze. "No. No, I don't think I will."

A wave of dizziness washes over him, but he bites down and focuses. "This-this isn't funny Gale."

"I agree. Which is why I mean it. I believe it's fair to say everyone's grown tired of you. Of your quips and groans. Of your evil stench. I know I have." Gale stands up just to drive the stake further into Astarion's chest. "Which is why I'm going to leave you here. I wanted to see your face as I said goodbye. It really is such a sweet look. Don't worry though! I'll be sure to tell Axel you died. He'll be distraught, but he's strong. He'll pull himself back together."

"You," something bubbles up Astarion's throat and spills over the edges. It tastes like rot and iron. Blood. He's spitting up blood.

"Goodbye Astarion." Astarion can't even protest, his chest heaves and he coughs and coughs, but his eyes watch as Gale leaves.

He wants to tear him apart. Tear himself apart. Wants to burn the world and watch it crumble to ash. Astarion thrashes in his new bed in anger and heartache. He swears he can physically feel the remainers of whatever was left of it tearing apart.

After everything he did. Everything he survived and suffered. After all the bullshit and the fighting and trying to set things right, this is how he'll face his end? Sick and weak, tied down by his own body in a foreign bed! He'd weep with rage if he had the energy for it, but his mind finally collapses and forces him into a dreadful sleep.

…

This time when Astarion comes to, opening his eyes feels like getting drunk on a pirate ship during a storm.

He can barely keep his eyes open long enough to make out anything but the shadows of the fire.

The cold hand on his cheek shocks him, but she seems weirdly distant. The world is distorted like a strange new nebula of reality.

"I'm so sorry you were abandoned. I can't imagine how hard that is." Her face morphs from a young pretty girl to a monstrous hag and then back again. Is it just his eyes playing tricks on him? Nothing looks right to him, so maybe it is. Thoughts don't come easily to him. They whisper and then fade away too quickly for him to be lured.

"Don't worry though. I'll make you better. Drink." Astarion weakly shakes his head, but the girl shoves the cup between his lips and downs the water into his throat. Astarion chokes, but she covers his mouth to force him to keep it all in. He has no choice but to swallow now.

She smiles, but in his distortion, it's unsettling instead of comforting. "Good boy." Her fingers pet his head. "They don't care about you." Maybe they don't. Maybe no one does. How can he blame them?

"I do." She continues. "You are my pretty little thing. You take the medicine so well. It makes you better." Or it makes him worse, he thinks. His mind tells him to run, but he can't. Astarion has been trapped and brought back to a new master. How long will this service last, he wonders. Another 200 years?

"Don't worry though. I will take good care of you. I am a doctor after all." Everything that comes next is a blur. She sponges him down, takes his temperature, changes his blankets, and spoons blood into his mouth like hot soup after giving him "his medicine". Astarion isn't sure how many times it happens. Has no idea if this all occurs in one night or if a year has passed.

At least he has the sweet memories of his mad love. His Axel. Perhaps Gale did Axel a favor in setting him free from Astarion. Perhaps the woman was right when she said they don't care about him. Did Axel ever really care about him?

It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters.

The routine goes on and on and on. She speaks to him like he's her journal and he sits in the shadows in his mind, waiting for it to end. His body has given up on trying to even move. What's the point? Everything seems useless now.

Once he tried to sit up without her permission and she waterboarded him with her "medicine" and strapped him down. The leather bruised his skin and he learned his new master's lesson to not move.

"Time for your medicine." Astarion squeezed his eyes shut and waited for it to be over. Instead, there was a loud crash and then a cut off yelp, and then a new pair of hands were on him.

Calloused fingers pet his head this time and then Astarion was being carried away. His body didn't let him be awake for much longer to see what new horrors await him.

…

Astarion woke up this time with a sense of clarity he hasn't felt in who knows how long. The roof he gazed up at was different and recognizable. The same beams he has seen countless times.

To his side, Axel is hunched over asleep in a chair by Astarions bed. How did Astarion get here? How did Axel find him?

Astarion groans when he tries to sit up, more than fed up with laying down, Axel springs awake. The half elf's silver eyes swell up with worry. "Astarion. Oh, Astarion. " Axel cups Astarion's cheek. "I was so worried. When they told me you disappeared and they couldn't find you. I tracked you down and found that hag. Did she do anything to you? If so, I'll raise her from her grave and kill her all over again."

Astarion finds himself laughing. He holds his hand over his lovers, clinging desperately to that familiar warmth. "Only drugged me. Kept me sick. You should ask Gale where I was at." Astarion curls his lip up. He'll never forget, or forgive, the way that wizard looked at him.

Axel has a sweet look of confusion on his face. "Gale? Gale's been with me the whole time?"

Astarion scoffs and pushes the heat away. "Clearly, not the whole time."

"I don't understand."

Astarions chest twists when he thinks back on the wizard's words. "He left me there. Found me and handed me over to that witch." He spat out.

Axel shifts and sits beside Astarion. He wraps his arms around Astarion's shoulders and pulls him in for a hug. "I don't know what happened." He said. "But I do know that Gale has been with me the entire time. He hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, Gale is the one who sensed the witch's magic. I wouldn't have been able to find you without him."

Was it all a mirage? An illusion by that hag to break down his walls. It doesn't surprise him. Thinking back on it, Astarion doesn't think Gale is capable of being so cold. That man is kind even when he's angry. A feat Astarion will never understand.

"Well, how kind of him." Astarion said weakly. The anger he felt is hard to let go, even if he knows it's not right.

Axel shifts once more so he can look into Astarion's eyes. "Are you alright, my love? I'm so sorry this all happened."

Astarion still feels weak, and his opinion about himself isn't any better either, but he can't say he isn't relieved. His inn bed has never felt so good. Knowing that there are people who will look for him; save him. Reminds him of how much he's gained.

"I'm fine, my love. Nothing I couldn't handle." Astarion smirks.

Axel smiles softly. "I'm sure that's true. I'm just glad we were able to find you after three days. Three days too late though. Forgive me." Axel cups Astarion's hands between his own and kisses Astarion's knuckles.

"You are exceptionally foolish." Astarion scolds. Then he can't help but smile, "But perhaps I should be thankful for that."

Axel kisses Astarion's wrists. "What can I do for you? Do you need anything? Do you wish to sleep?"

Ah, the freedom to choose. He'll never let anyone take it from him again.

"Will you just lay here with me?" Axel is quick to nod and spoons Astarion's body against his own. Astarion is still too exhausted to freely move around, but being held feels nice. Hearing the steady drum of Axel's heart is soothing. It grounds him, reminds him that this is his reality. Being around friends and being held by a lover who sees him as an equal. He may not be a god, and though a part of him wishes he was so he could have the power to avoid that again. To have the power to protect himself and his friends. But Astarion has enough power as it is. He will do better in the future, that much he promises himself. For now, he's just glad to be free. Everything else can come second.

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[icegirl03]

Wedding vows | Iceman x reader

This was requested by the lovely @deanscroissant 🩷

Warnings: crying, slight mentions of death.

Fluff,slight angst.

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Charlie is the flower girl,while Carole was the maid of honour. Slider is the best man and Maverick,well he's just existing.

This was a navy wedding,so every pilot was wearing their service dress whites. Highly decorated pilots,commanders, and admirals were invited.

"Everyone stand up for the bride"

Everyone was up and faced to the beginning of the altar,as you entered,beautiful white dress,flower bouquet on your hands,and a long veil dragging behind you. Everyone cooed in awe,but all you could look at was Tom,waiting for you at the end of the altar.

Little Bradley was in a tux following behind you. He was the ring holder.

You arrive at the altar,only to be met with Tom's watery eyes. You knew he was the emotional one,behind the cold image he had created in the navy, the Tom you knew was a whole other person.

You two have been through a lot,you met him when he was at his lowest,and you two became inseparable.

The ceremony began.

Minister: (Addressing guests)

"Marriage is a venerated institution, and one deserving of deep reverence. Today we observe the union of Tom and Y/n in holy matrimony, a commitment they have chosen to undertake with all the sincerity that it warrants."

You two look at each others eyes while the minister speaks.

Minister: "Tom and Y/n, I invite you to express your sacred vows to one another. Please face each other as you declare these vows before God and in the presence of your family and friends."

"Tom, you may start."

Tom had written his vows,he opened the small book with shaky hands and started reading.

"To the love of my life. I've been to many weddings. When I see other people get married I could only think about marrying you,when I heard people read their vows,I could only think about reading my vows."

His voice was trembling,hands were shaky,and his eyes were in the verge of tears. The guests were looking around at each other,surprised.

"I love how you chose me,despite my work and knowing how dangerous it was,and how I could not be here any day. I love you because you chose me,just the way I am, you chose me together with the navy. I have my flaws and you found me when I wasn't at my best."

He was now actually crying,tears running down his face, and Slider patting his back.

"We have been through many hardships together,and I feel the luckiest man to marry you. I can't wait to wake up next to you,and come home to you for the rest of my life. I will always get upset when I leave you when I get deployed,and I will always have your picture on my cockpit. I promise to cherish you,to always give you affection,to make you happy,to celebrate you and celebrate with you,and most importantly, to be your best friend. Because you are my best friend,my better half. You complete me."

Everyone applauded,while you wiped his tears away.

It was your turn to say your vows.

"My dear Tom," he gave you a smile.

"You have always been there for me,you have never abandoned me. I remember the first time we met,I had no idea I would end up with the amazing person that you are. I promise to always welcome you with a smile and open arms,when things become too much. I promise to take care of you when you're sick,I promise to love you even when we're old and tired from raising our 4 kids.."

The guest chuckled

"...you are my saviour,my hero,the best man I know, and you have made me the happiest woman on earth with your love. You're one of a kind,and I promise to cherish you until death do us apart."

The guests applauded

Minister: "It is now time to exchange the rings. The circle formed by each ring is a symbol of your love and eternal commitment to each other. May these rings remind you always of these sacred promises you've made to each other today in the company of your family and friends."

Little Bradley approached with the box that had the rings,earning coos from the guests.

You two exchange your rings with shaking hands.

Minister:" By the power vested in me, by the state of Military Americas and by the Universal Life Church, I pronounce you, Tom and Y/n as Husband and Wife, lawfully wedded before God."

Minister: "Tom, you may now kiss the bride"

Tom approached you and cupped your face and kissed you deeply. He turned and dipped you,earning some "woo's" and cheering from the guests.

Minister: Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honor that I officially present to you Mr. and Mrs. Kazansky !!

The moment you were pronounced husband and wife two military planes flew above you.

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The after party had started, and you started greeting the guests as newlyweds. After greeting all the important admirals and commanders, the two of you move to Maverick, Slider and Goose.

"Now now we never knew how emotional Tom could get, I mean I never expected him to cry so much" Maverick joked.

Tom held your waist and smiled "Mother Goose shut him up before I do,he won't like that"

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[lizzy-theshyone]

The Fake King's Desire

a/n: Before I put this little piece of smut here, a few words. This is set after the events of the Beelzebub Bloodshed card so it might contain spoilers and it is written out of my MC's perspective (Please feel free to read it out of your perspective and your traits! Plus I do think there must be some sort of consequences for MC giving someone the Kiss of Life (I made sure that the story of the card said 'Kiss of Life' so I read it again because I wasn't sure anymore!) And now Lailah feels a little drained in this one. So please enjoy! <3

summary: After hooking up with Avisos's Wandering King, who was close to death, ended in a heartbreak for Lailah , she is still taken care of in Avisos since she still suffers the cosequences of the kiss of life, but with Bael's help, everything will be alright.

cw: Olfactophilia, oral sex, pussy eating, kind of self-destructive behaviour

wordcount: 3098

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It has been a few days since Lailah gave Beelzebub the Kiss of Life as an attempt to save him. She didn’t mind the kiss itself, only the price she paid for that. After Amon escorted her away from the graveyard back to the festival, she collapsed on the way there. Only to wake up, feeling drained, in the same room she got ready for the said festival. Since then she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Nobody was allowed in the room. Not Stolas, not Naberius and not even Amon even though she was ready to adopt him. The young woman wanted to deal with that alone. Not only with her energy drained but with her broken heart as well.

She didn’t know when she fell for the Devil King of Gluttony but he was charming, mysterious, good in bed and had an unbelievable nice scent. But after Halloween she knew, she could never be with him, simply because he didn’t want her to be in danger because of him.

Lailah checked her phone once again for any messages of Beelzebub only to be disappointed and even more heartbroken than before.

“I would have been surprised if he contacted you. Beel barely even contacts me…” it was Bael who spoke to her, walking over to the bed and sat down on it, observing the human on the bed, but Lailah huffed and turned away.

“I said, I want to be alone, Bael… I don’t want company…” Her voice was a little bit shaky as she was about to cry again. She didn’t want to admit, that she checked for a message from Beelzebub. When she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, the purple haired woman laid on her stomach and cried into the pillow. Why did Beelzebub tell her, that he loved her when he couldn’t be with her? That was plain wrong!

When he heard Lailah sob, Bael’s heart dropped to his stomach. The devil knew how much she loved his best friend, since she always asked him for advice, but with each sob, he grew more and more angry with Beelzebub. He was his King and his best friend but treating the Daughter of Solomon like that was anything but right. Bael held himself back when it came to Lailah, because she was something Beelzebub liked. He always put Beel first but in that moment he regretted it deeply, especially when he saw the girl cry like this.

“Lailah…” Bael addressed her and took a deep breath before continuing “Let… Let me help you feel better… I know I’m not Beel but I want to help you…” He looked at her and waited for a reaction. He sighed, turned away and wanted to get up when he felt Lailah move around.

“How?” her voice was hoarse and shaky, like that of a child who got lost and can’t find their parents. The fake king looked right into those red puffy eyes with their mismatched colors that were usually covered by contact lenses and frowned: “I… want to give you the Devil Energy. It will help you dealing with the consequences you’re facing because of the Kiss of Life. Like I mentioned before, I know I’m not Beel, but I want to try it at least, if you’re fi-“

Lailah cut him off with a heated kiss. She wanted to be with Beelzebub, yes, but in the current state she was in, she would do anything to make her feel better, even if it meant to fuck his best friend. She cupped Bael’s face with her hands and pulled him closer, shivers ran down her spine as she felt his gloved hands on her exposed waist. With every passing second, the kiss got more and more heated. When Bael broke away from the kiss, the purple haired woman let out a needy whine but when he kissed her again, she noticed that he had removed his sunglasses and his crown, she moaned softly into the heated kiss which allowed the blonde to slip his tongue into her mouth, letting it dance with hers. Her eyes rolled back at that, making her grab his hair to pull on it lightly and by that she got a groan out of the devil she was making out with. His hands on her waist kept her where he wants the girl to be, so he pulled her closer to himself which Lailah didn’t mind at all, letting him do it.

“I am fine with it… You gave me the Devil Energy once. I’ll be grateful if you do it again, Bael…” Lailah whispered against his lips when she broke away, before capturing them in another kiss. She tugged on his clothes, wanting him to take them off. And he did that, he took off the coat hanging from his shoulders and sliding the vest off afterwards, but for Lailah it was not enough. The young woman tried to remove the tight black bodysuit he was wearing and he gladly helped her doing so. After that Bael started to leave a trail of kisses along her jawline down to her neck.

“Fuck… you smell so good.” Bael mumbled as he kissed her neck and took in her scent. Lailah felt the replacement king’s breath fanning against her skin as she tried to pull the bodysuit down, but it seemed like the blonde had different plans. As she continued to pull down the bodysuit, Bael pulled away from her and took her shirt off. He looked at her stomach, the words ‘Beel’s Property’ were written on her stomach. She noticed that Bael shook his head as he continued to undress the Descendant of Solomon, revealing her body to him. The prominent blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed by her either.

“Enjoying what you see, Bael?” she asked him, looking him straight in the eyes with her lust clouded ones. Lailah knew exactly how to get him riled up as she lifted her legs so that he had access to the area he desired the most: the back of her knees. She noticed how he tried to hold himself back, to restrain himself from giving in to his desire, but Bael was weak. She yelped when she felt his tongue against the back of her left knee. She shuddered due to the unfamiliar yet known feeling of his tongue on her skin. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall, enjoying the unusual sexual encounter with Bael. The devil looked at her with desire in his eyes while he licked up the sweat from that area.

“You did that on purpose… for fucks sake…” the replacement king mumbled between kisses as he went up her thigh to her private parts. Lailah was all he had on his mind. The closer he got to her dripping wetness, the harder it got for him to control himself. The scent from her wet entrance drove him wild, drool was pooling underneath his tongue before he decided to let his tongue attack her folds, causing Lailah to moan out loudly and to grab the sheets underneath her. The Daughter of Solomon cursed underneath her breath as she felt nothing but pleasure, indulging herself in this bittersweet, yet immorally desire. Without any shame, the purple haired female vocalized clearly how good Bael made her feel. She couldn’t care less about other people hearing her, she just wanted to feel better after her heart got broken. She knew it was unfair towards Bael, but then again, did he care? Did he care, that she only did this to feel better? Then again it was his idea, he offered this to her.

Lailah looked at the devil who was busy licking up the wetness of her pussy, only to find him staring at her, as he probably tried to read her reactions.

“Sh-shit… Bael! D-don’t stop!”, she demanded and grabbed his hair while she threw her head back into the pillow. The sound of approval the devil made while having his tongue on her clit, got a moan out of her. Her lewd sounds drove him wild and the sweet scent of her arousal fogged his mind. Bael was determined to make her cum, he wanted to taste her juices on his tongue. He let his tongue dance over that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again, teasing her while he looked at her, watching her facial expression twist with pleasure. Additional to his tongue on her clit, the blonde devil decided to take off his gloves and pushed two fingers inside of Lailah’s dripping wet pussy, eliciting a moan out of her. He concentrated on pleasuring her, he wanted to make her to feel good, he wanted to make her forget the pain in her heart.

With a steady rhythm he pumped his fingers in and out of Lailah, while he licked and sucked on the little bundle of nerves which was already swollen from the female’s arousal.

“I’m close. Fuck, s-so good~!”, Lailah moaned out, her head tossing and turning, which tangled up her hair, making it a mess. She pushed her hips closer to his face to signal him that she wanted more, that she was ready for her climax but it seemed like he tried to delay her sweet release. A needy whine escaped her as she noticed that Bael slowed down instead of keeping the pace and it frustrated her.

“Bael, stop playing and let me cum. Please!”, she said and whimpered, her legs started to shake but it seemed like the devil eating her out had no intentions of listening and kept on slowing down, his eyes still locked on the girl. Her whimpers and moans made him hum amused. To Lailah it felt like her neediness was entertaining to him. As she let out a frustrated sigh, Bael returned to his original pace which caused the purple haired to moan again.

It took a few moments before Lailah got used to the pace again, the devil’s tongue felt good on her. A strange feeling built up in her abdomen, indicating that she could climax any time. She looked at Bael who was still looking at her face from between her thighs. The Descendant of Solomon locked eyes with the Fake King of Avisos before she threw her head back again and arched her back. A lustful scream filled the room and she pushed his head further against her private parts. The scent made Bael’s eyes roll back and got a growl out of him. He crawled up again, capturing her lips in another heated kiss. Lailah whimpered as she tasted herself on his tongue.

“I hope you like your taste as much as I do… Because to me you taste so insanely good, Lailah. Your taste, your scent… It’s all so fucking intoxicating.” Bael whispered against her lips, licking her bottom lip and chuckled. His hand moved between her legs, before he sat up and licked her juices from the fingers he had inside of her warm core. Lailah looked at him in awe when he did that, noticing how slowly he savored the taste of her and looked so incredibly hot while doing so. Her face felt hot just from watching the devil like this. It turned her on. The way he treated her differently depending on where they were. The gentlemanly behavior when they were in public had her on her knees, but him teasing her behind closed doors like that, messing with her, made her feel different. It made her feel desired and wanted, feelings she was yearning for.

“I do like the taste of myself, especially when I taste myself on someone else’s tongue.” She said in a very teasing manner, smirking at him while she was trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks felt hot and they were probably bright red but she was still mesmerized by the sight of the devil sitting between her legs, licking her juices off of his fingers. She stared at Bael’s lips, as she noticed them glistening as they were covered in a mixture of her juices and his saliva. The fact alone got her even more hot and excited.

Her legs were still shaking from the high and Bael noticed, which caused him to smirk “I see your legs are still trembling, I wonder if they tremble even more, once I am done fucking you, Lailah. I want to make you scream my name, make you drag your nails along my bare back, make you forget the pain you’re in and make you feel better.” He crawled up to her so he could have a better look on her face he put a hand on her cheek, wiping a stray tear away before he kissed her again.

“Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle, like the last time…” Bael whispered softly against her lips as he lined up with the human woman’s warm and wet entrance. He stared into Lailah’s mismatched eyes before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and pushed himself into her slowly. He felt her tense up a little so he gently stroke her hair, trying to soothe her.

“I forgot how good you feel…” The Daughter of Solomon whispered as she tried to relax, taking deep breaths. The purple haired female looked at him with an apologetic smile but her eyes were still clouded with desire and lust. But the Replacement King of Avisos just shook his head, still stroking her hair.

“Don’t worry about it…I’ll make sure you’ll remember and show you once again how much I actually desire you, even though I know that I can’t have you…” Bael whispered in her ear and started to move his hips slowly to find a rhythm that would give them both a lot of pleasure. He wanted to make sure that the female underneath him felt good. His yellowish golden eyes locked on her blue and gold ones as he found a rhythm that elicited a moan out of her. Nothing on her face went by unnoticed by him, not even the small o-shape she made with her mouth. The blonde devil loved watching her face when he did this with her, almost as much as he loved to smell her.

“Bael…” Lailah whispered the name of the devil who was slowly and sensually fucking her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, her nails digging into his back as she let out another moan, loud enough for people outside of the room to hear her. She felt good, amazing even, knowing she was desired and loved. She looked at him, noticing how some of his blonde strands stuck to his forehead, but when he rocked his hips forward again, another lewd sound escaped the young woman before she threw her head back. He was gentle with her, but that didn’t mean he would go easy on her.

Bael continued to move his hips in a steady rhythm and pace, grinning to himself as watched her getting lost in the moment. He decided to leave little kisses and bites all over her neck, careful enough to not leave any marks that could give away what happened between them, even though he was well aware that people were able to hear the lewd sounds of the female beneath him.

“You’re so responsive to everything. Are you really enjoying yourself this much, Lailah?” He whispered in her ear, his voice down low, sending shivers down her spine and getting another soft moan out of her. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, together with their moans and grunts as the devil keeps pleasuring them both. He could feel the young woman’s nails dig into his back as he hit a certain spot that made her scream, so he focused on that spot, knowing it drove her wild.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good, Bael. Please don’t stop.” Lailah begged, not caring if anyone heard her. She looked up at him, lust clouding her eyes and mind which made thinking straight nearly impossible. All on her mind was Bael making her feel good. It made her toes curl, her nails dug into his back as she moaned and screamed at the way she felt Bael’s length move in and out of her, hitting that certain spot. The Daughter of Solomon knew that she was close but there was something missing.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted as she felt the blonde’s fingers stimulating her clit in addition to him hitting the right spot inside of her. She tossed and turned her head, screaming as her mind went blank as she reached her orgasm, which was followed by Bael’s as well, feeling his hot load filling her up.

“Fuck… that was… amazing…” Lailah whispered breathlessly, trying to catch her breath, as Bael laid down with his head on her chest, coming down from his own high. She reached up and started to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Thank you… For giving me Devil’s Energy again…” The young woman whispered again, still playing with the male’s hair, earning herself a soft and content hum. He seemed to be pretty exhausted but she couldn’t blame him, he gave it his all to help her deal with what she was going through.

“Don’t mention it… I did it because I wanted to. And because I know it would help you getting better again…” Bael replied as he moved to lay down beside her, pulling her closer to him and kissed her forehead. He looked at her with a tired but happy expression, feeling content with the way she was laying next to him. But when he realized what he had to face after all of this, his smile disappeared and he simply pulled her closer, resting his head on top of hers.

“Are you worried about Beel?” Lailah asked with a yawn, her eyes almost falling shut as she felt the devil kiss her forehead once again before he shook his head.

“No, I know how to deal with him. It’s just that it’s gonna be harder this time because it is about you. And you’re the one he desires the most, which is why I can’t have you.” Bael explained and looked at her, noticing that she fell asleep in his arms. He looked at her for a few more moments before he chuckled softly, brushing a few hair strands behind her ear.

“I love you, Lailah…” he whispered, before he fell asleep as well.

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