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Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Twelve: Pillow Princess)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Heat cycles, Smut, Beta! Gaz x Omega! F Reader, Date outings, Courting gifts, Cuddling, Service Top Gaz, PiV sex, Praise kink

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You get a text from Gaz a few days later

“Shopping date? :)” 

You look despairingly at the mountain of intelligence reports Price has dumped on your desk for mandatory reading, and the thought of playing hooky has never been so appealing 

“Can you sneak me out?” You send back, and imagine Gaz’s mischievous little smile at the request

“I think I can manage something.”

Half an hour later and with Price occupied by a convenient distraction, you’re dressed in civvy clothes as Gaz drives down the highway, humming along to music on the radio

You sneak a side glance at him, seeing the pleased tug of his lips, his worn blue cap shading his gaze from the afternoon sun. You look away before he can catch you, shift a little in your seat with a rush of affection and shyness

You’re not sure where he’s taking you, and are entirely surprised when he parks in front of a home goods and furniture store

“Gotta make sure our girl is all set up for her heat.” He explains as he opens to door for you, one hand at the small of your waist as he escorts you inside and directly to the pillow and blanket aisle

Your self consciousness fades away the moment you lay eyes on the wealth of throws and pillows, gleefully holding each item aloft for his approval. You relish the way his eyes light up, boyish smile curved up towards his ears at your clear delight

You take turns consulting over various blankets and pillows, discussing textures and sizes. When you shyly toss a stuffed bear in the shopping bin, Gaz retrieves it and imitates an impression of Price’s surly tone that makes you giggle behind your hands

It doesn’t take long for the shopping cart to fill up, and as you retrieve your wallet Gaz beats you to the punch and swipes his own card much to your surprise

“Consider it a courting gift.” He tells you with a knowing smile, and even the cashier seems taken aback by his statement

By the time you haul the bags back up to your room you’re both exhausted, flopping on your bed amidst the cushions and blankets with jokes and laughter and forms pressing together

“I’m glad I did this.” He confesses to you when you lay on your sides, face to face. “We all want you to feel comfortable with us.”

Your eyes soften at that, at the gentle entreaty from the sergeant that speaks volumes as to his care for you. This profound gesture says so much about him, you realize

He’s the gentleness that abates the primal instincts of his mates, the soothsayer that sees the things that need to be done and tries to quietly undertake them. The endearing warmth of him charms his way into your heart, tempers the men around him into a tenderness shared by them all. 

If Price is the sharp, protective gaze that watches over his mates, Gaz is the gentle, nuzzling touch that reminds them that they’re home.

It’s with a tender smile that you roll over onto Gaz, only to shiver at the hunger clear in his smiling stare as he gazes up at you

“Look at you.” He murmurs gently, raising a hand to cup your face with beloved tenderness. “Pretty omega.”

His eyes are blown dark with desire, the clear indication of his arousal hidden only by the knowing tug of his smile

“Heard Soap treated you well.” He murmurs huskily, stroking calloused knuckles against the soft flesh of your cheek. “Wish I could’ve been there to see it.”

Your eyes flutter shut at that, a sudden rush of arousal racing southward and alighting your spine with desire. You brace above him, feel his chest rise against yours as he finally whispers: “Can I kiss you?”

You lower yourself to his mouth as an answer, feel him sigh against your lips until you part with a small, wet noise

“You can do more than that, Kyle Garrick.” You offer coquettishly, and feel the electricity of his grin travel up the length of your spine

You giggle when he flips you under him, hauling you to him as you fall into a tangle of limbs and gasping little breaths. He kisses you like he needs it to breathe, pauses between breaths with little offerings of endearments and affectionate rasps

“Feel good? Yeah? You should see yourself, see how gorgeous you are, doll. We’re so so lucky.”

It makes you squirm under him, a little overwhelmed, but he merely chuckles and winds his fingers with yours, nuzzles against your scent gland to leave a reminder of himself there

When you feel arousal trickle down into your panties, he pulls away and inhales de

“Nuh uh” He teases, gently pinning your wandering hands to either side of you in the pillows. “Been wanting this for ages, pup. Gonna take my time with you.”

And he does. Gaz is slow and thorough as he appreciates every part of your body that’s revealed to him. Your hazy eyes rake greedily over the expanse of his chest, a touch of coiling dark hard on display between his pecs. When you place your hand over it, you feel his heartbeat

You squirm when his hands find the bare dip of your waist, ticklish and sensitive. Your fangs scrape gently on your lower lip, a tell-tale sign of your arousal, and when you look up you see Gaz is the same

He hasn’t stopped smiling

When Gaz at last makes his way between your legs and you pant at him “Gaz, please, need you-” He swipes his fingers through your folds, collecting the slick there that pools as a tell tale sign of your arousal. You don’t expect him, however, to lift his fingers to his lips and suck.

“Christ, Gaz-” You mewl, throwing a hand over your face abashedly. 

“So sweet.” He purrs, and when you whimper, feel your legs clench he only tuts at you. “Don’t worry doll, gonna make you feel good.”

“Then get on with it.” You hoarse, only for your voice to crack in your throat as he spreads you open on his fingers

Just like the rest of you, Gaz takes his time finding the part of you that makes your breath stutter in your chest, makes you whimper and claw the sheets as white-hot pleasure laces through your veins. He’s disassembling you, putting you back together, instrumentally taking you apart to find the thing that makes you tick

You’re helpless against it, and every time you try and reach for him, encourage him, try to even kiss him, Gaz only hushes you back into the pillows with a deep, rumbling purr that scratches at your hindbrain

“Just let me take my time.” He tells you, nips at the inside of your thigh cheekily. “Sweet pillow princess.”

“I’m not a p-pillow p- A-ah! Fuck…” You try, with no success, at last resigning yourself to his ministrations 

When Gaz is finally satisfied with your entirely debauched state, he at last frees himself with a relieved sigh. He’s long, slightly curved, flushed a dark shade of pink at the top in a way that makes your mouth water

“Are you sure?” He asks again as he kisses you, and he hums in satisfaction when you give him an eager nod, chest rising and grazing your nipples against the soft tickle of hair on his chest. “Tell me to stop if you need to. Want to make sure you feel good.”

He’s slow as he sheathes himself inside you with little resistance, and you throw your head back into the pillows, groan openly at the warm, pressing fullness of him that stretches you comfortably around his girth. When you gasp his name, he’s quick to breathe it in, pressing fluttering kisses onto your cheeks with reverent reassurance

He’s achingly tender with you, pausing between breaths to check once more, asking you again and again and you distantly realize it feeds his ego to see you get impatient with him, glassy eyes and brow scrunched and ordering him to move-

Yet when Kyle snaps his hips forward, your biting little pleas die down to soft mewls as he finally delivers the delicious friction you’d been aching for. You open up gentle and sweet for him, relishing the scarcely contained groans and pants he showers down on you with endless, sweet praise

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Feels like I’m losing my mind-”

You flush under his endless endearments, feeling the rough rasp of his voice travel straight downwards to the joining of you both. You arch against him, urge him deeper, and Kyle is more than happy to oblige

Eventually his words drop off into quick little pants and groans, arms shaking as he braces himself over you, chest rising and falling quickly with uneven breaths

The sounds are enough to undo what little restraint you have left, wet, gasping sounds that drop from his chest breathlessly, dog tags swinging between you both

“S-shit, it’s good. Hah, yes- fuck. Just like tha- hnmng-”

He fits seamlessly into you, and you clench eagerly around him with every precise, rolling push of his hips. When he at last finds the bundle of nerves that makes you gasp wetly, he hones in on it, relishes you writhing under him in unrestrained desire

His sweaty forehead is braced against yours, pausing to deliver eager, passionate kisses and then pulling back so you can see his beautiful russet brown irises eclipsed with dizzying desire. The mere gaze of him swoops low in your belly and settles between your thighs, culminating in the desperate wheeze of his name as you cling to him, the intense and slow roll of your orgasm pulsing through you

When it abates, you realize he’s still pulsing inside you, achingly hard and desperately breathing through the squeeze of you on his cock, arms shaking with the effort. 

“Fuck me.” He wheezes when your arms loosen, and you laugh breathlessly, press a nipping kiss to the underside of his jaw

“I just did.”

He pulls back from you, and your heart flutters at the sudden wickedness of his grin

“Sweet omega.” He purrs, depositing back so you’re flat against the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.”

It feels like hours later when he finally pulls away from your boneless form, face down in the sheets and clutching limply at your bedding. You’re weighed down with blissful aftermath, warm and sated and just a touch fuzzy around the edges. It’s not a whiplash exhaustion like it is with Soap, but more a slow, gentle release that drags every part of you into total, soft content that leaves you heavy and sated

Gaz lays at your side, trails a hand from the swell of your ass up to your shoulder over and over again. He doesn’t need to ask anymore if you’re satisfied, judging by the all too pleased sprawl of his smile. Instead he continues to shower you with kisses, the tickle of his mustache prickling against your skin as he moves you so he presses himself flat to your back, a mess of heavy, tangled limbs. The pillows are strewn around you, and you know his beloved scent will linger on them for a time to come, will cradle against your dreams

You think, in all his breathless endearments, that he’s said all that needs to be said. Yet when he nuzzles against your scent gland once more with a purr, it’s the aching affection of his words that guide you to blissful rest in his arms

“Going to treat you right, sweetheart” He whispers lovingly, soft enough to make your chest flutter with untamed emotions. “Promise.”

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Bad Teachings Pt. 2

College Proffesor AU! Miguel x fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, slight fluff

Hope you like c: Pt 3

It's been almost two years ever since you graduated college, two years since you last time saw Mr. O'Hara and kept in touch with him. To starters, you were pretty sure that making an advance on him after he had realigned your guts in his car and you gave him a blowjob in his classroom previous to the graduation ceremony, would only bring him trouble.

And now, a year and ten months later you had to 'integrate yourself to the proactive and laboral society' or so your parents always repeated. Thankfully enough, due your merits you had landed a not so shitty job in the branding consulting field.

The perks of your job were flexible schedules and some little luxuries like a place in a relatively good area, and finally, a car.

You often browsed through social media to check on your old class mates. Some got married, others moved from the country and others just stuck to themselves. Even though it was unlikely, you had searched Miguel, but he never showed up. Given the man's workaholic nature, it made sense for him to not have social media.

Wich kinda sucked since you had lost valuable contacts, including his. Not that you often talked though, a few how are yous here and there, and in the rare occasions, the conversations turned spicy and thigh clenching.

You went back to work.

-----

Adult life was often boring, in fact, that you were grocery shopping for the week had turned boring. The only thing sparking your interest was a new cereal brand on the top shelf, your fingers barely reaching them. You stopped however as a big hand hovered over you and grabbed the cereal like it was nothing.

"Thanks"

"Who said it was for you?"

A chill ran down your spine as you looked at none other than Miguel O'Hara cocking an eyebrow your way with a slight smirk.

"M-Mr. O'Hara! Hi. Uh... Hi."

"(Name)" He gave a brief acknowledge to you as he put some packaged-gourmet looking coffee on his cart.

"It's been a while. How do you do, sir?"

"Sir? What am I? Sixty?"

"At all, just-"

"Then fucking call me Miguel."

"It's really weird for me to say your name so casually."

He rolled his eyes and moved to get coffee filters.

"Thought you found a better chatting partner"

You stood there unable to comprehend his words right away, they weren't precisely tender, but they held a bit of a grudge. Finally your brain alighted with the idea of what he had meant.

"No, no. I was robbed actually, and lost a bunch of data, your contact included."

He stared your way, unwavering as you offered a small smile.

"Make it up, then... Unless you are seeing someone?"

"No!" You almost shouted and quieted down as some people in the back looked at your way.

"Sorry. I mean no. Im not seeing anyone. What about you?"

"Maybe you, at seven on saturday. "

Your cheeks burned at how casual he was acting. You had caged him in the teacher box for so long anything outside of it was odd, yet fascinating.

"Alright."

"Pásame tu teléfono*"

"What?"

"Give me your phone."

"Oh, right."

You handed your smartphone at him as he called his own number, registering both you and himself on each other's devices.

"I'll let you know if anything else shows up."

"Sure, I'll bring a gift."

He chuckled and shrugged

" If you want to. Not needed though. At 7 pm" ,

Nodding, you watched him leave, realizing he actually had put the cereal box in your cart.

-------

The rest of the week was torture, in every little chance you had, you checked your phone to see it was empty, you didn't even discuss where you'd meet or the dress code. You could surprise him, but the idea of being dressed inappropriately would just embarrass you.

Hi, sorry to just butt in. I wanna know though, do I need a dress code?

It took a long of 20 minutes for him to reply.

No

It was a simple yet not so mortifying reply. Even so you the urge of surprising him felt stronger. He was giving you, without realizing, the chance to make an impression on him.

-----

You went for a short, skin tight, black, thin strapped, heart shaped uppercut dress, black stilettos, natural looking makeup and a blown out hair. The stilettos made a show of your silky-feeling legs, you were all dolled up, quite literally.

Around 6:20 you got a text message from Miguel, he had shared his location to you. You had bought a good quality wine, something he might like. Or so you hoped. Giving a last look and some bit of  perfume, you went out the door and drove off to his place.

------

You couldn't help but feel a nervous wreck as you approached the apartment building. Nothing too fancy, but a good looking place in a good neighbor, you entered the elevator, earning some glances your way.

Fourth floor, apartment 5.

You had arrived right on time, so you knocked the door as you straightened any lump in your dress. His steps approached and you gulped, finally he opened the door. His behemoth of frame covering up the entrance.

"Hey" You smiled nervously as he raked you from head to toes with his eyes, subtly.

"Too much?"

He smirked at your hesitation and let you in, closing the door after you. If it wasn't for a a couple of boxes scattered around the place would look even more amazing. It was only a place you could afford if you worked for big companies.

"Got us some wine. Hope you enjoy." He took the bottle of your hands and pulled you in for a deep kiss. Your sweet perfume only added a little spark to his senses.

"Pinche morra toda preciosa*" He mumbled as he slapped your ass gently and motioned you to follow him to the kitchen, bottle in wine on hand. Obeying, you followed and he opened the seat for you.

"Thanks, Miguel."

He wore a white button shirt, rolled up to the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. Dress pants, black shoes and a belt. The belt only accentuated his upper frame, you gulped at the sight of him, serving two plates of pasta to then sprinkle some cheese on top.

He then returned and offered you a plate. You could only stare at him, awestruck. He sat next to you and opened the bottle of your wine

"What?"

"Nothing, just..." He poured two cups of wine and removed his glasses off his face. How could you have missed them?

"Nice place, great cook, good looking." He chuckled as you sipped the wine, "Can't believe someone like you invited me over."

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ah never mind me. Im just rambling. Are you still teaching?"

"Not really. Just a consultant now. Teaching is good, but it pays shit. Had to go back to my old job."

"And that is?" You finally ate a forkful of pasta. Humming in approval.

"Genetic Engineering."

"Well, shit. Is there anything else I should know?"

"You surely did dress up for this. Or for me?"

"Both." You nodded softly and he followed.

"Maybe next time I should be more specific with the dress code and make sure you aren't bringing your panties with you."

"Who says I am wearing them?"

His eyes turned darker as he took your hand to kiss it softly.

"You sure you wanna play that game, princesa?"

"Isn't that what you invited me over for?"

"Maybe. Maybe Not. Who knows" he smirked and took a hold of, your chin softly, "Eat up, you'll need it."

"What if I'm actually hungry for something else?"

"As much as I'd love to just rip that dress off, I want you to enjoy first, we've got a whole night ahead."

-----

For some reason your head was barely getting a grip on it. Miguel O'Hara, retired college professor, now a genetic engineer, was being an absolute gentleman with you even though he had stated his intentions also. You didn't know if to just run away out of cowardy at someone actually giving you a good non sexual time or hope you could outlast him during the night, or at least hope to endure.

You didn't know if he actually was just lonely since he asked about you, what did you do after college, how your robbing happened and the like. But of course, it could only last for so long.

He removed your shoes and kissed your ankles, and inner thighs, but stopped before he could reach to his favorite place to dive in his head

"Come here, sweetie." He pulled you off the couch and embraced snugly your body as his hands roamed your body with need. He groaned upon touching the bare skin of your ass.

"You smell so good" He kissed you once more as he hoisted you by your legs, to wrap them around him, all with his lips still devouring yours. He had you groaning with a roll of his hips as he pressed you against the wall. His mouth leaving you to assault the tender and sensitive flesh of your neck.

His clothed erection rubbed against your moistening folds. Friction making your whole nerves to react, your toes curled, your nipples perked as they rubbed against his chest. He smelled just like you remembered, a sweet and earthy tinge of cologne and a bit musky.

His hands grope your glutes as he kept grinding his hips against yours.

"Miguel" You whimpered his name and he pulled you by the neck to kiss you. Your hips rolled against his, not wasting up a single movement to feel everything. His hands held a handful of your ass while he softly bit your neck and clawed at the plumpness of your ass. It made you squirm and gasp as he rubbed harder.

Shallow breaths, pressure rising as your legs trapped him as closely as you could. His arms held you, preventing your fall, his lips were drowning any weak and shaky moan. He then placed you on the bed, but you immediately straddled him.

"Let me return the favor"

Smirking, your hands unbuckled his belt, he just watched you struggling to tug his pants off, before pulling them down, along the boxers, releasing his girth to you.

Licking your lips, you kneeled before him, and soon, dragged your tongue from the base to the flushed tip. A low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands immediately went to hold your hair, as his other one held the base of his shaft, to slowly and surely feeding his cock to you.

Your tongue swirled before taking the whole tip inside. His body shuddered

"Just like that, mi amor." His hips bucked, pushing an inch deeper into your mouth. You began bobbing your head up and down, feeding yourself after he slapped his tip against your flattened tongue. He then used both hands to hold your hair and head in place as he slowly moved upwards, his hips inside your warm and moist plush lips.

Streaks of pre cum, dribbled down your chin as he kept slowly fucking your mouth. Your jaw muscles relaxed enough to allow him an inch more, but just as you were about to deep throat him, he pulled himself out and pulled you by the hair for a kiss. It was sloppy, but passionate.

He removed the dress, revealing your naked body underneath. Then wiped your chin carefully

"Me encantas. Puta madre, no sabes lo que me haces." He mumbled to your ear huskily

"I don't know what you're saying" you giggled as he slapped your ass once more.

He turned you around and placed you in all fours. Admiring the smoothness and dips of your curves. He removed the remaining of his clothes and draped in the curtains of his room, leaving the place dimly lit.

He placed a hand on your hip and gave a few strokes to your slit with his tongue while cooing how good you tasted for him. Slowly he pushed a finger inside you, giving gentle strokes. Your hands held his sheets tighter. Soon another finger was added and you pushed your hips to make his fingers go deeper.

"Such an eager baby" he tapped your ass and chuckled, "Relax"

He brought his slicked fingers to his lips and soon, pumped himself a couple of times to slowly fill you, as you clenched around him.

"You ok?" You sighed and nodded shakily.

"It's been a while" his hands gently caressed your hips before his pushed in softly. Gasping at the intrusion, he started off slowly as he peppered your neck and cheeks in kisses, his hands massaged and squeezed with care, your breast.

"So so beautiful." he cooed before thrusting his hips a bit harder, seeing your mouth contort in pure lust. He kissed you once more, before holding your hips in place, with a swift roll, he pushed all the way in, in one go, earning him a sweet whimper from you.

The bed creaked as he slapped his hips, slowly ascending to a rougher pace. You wailing his name, as your cunt welcomed him with a wet squelch was everything he needed. There was something about you taking him so well that made him go feral.

Your face and chest were pushed flat against the cushioned surface, ass high for him, he separated a bit further your legs before his hips began slapping your flesh, mercilessly. And god you loved it.

Your body shook with every deep thrust he did, mouth agape, moaning shamelessly. Your hair was pulled, his nails dragged down your spine before his hands slapped your ass.

The pressure began bubbling in the lowest of your pit, he could tell by how your inner walls began clenching and gripping him. He then brought you closer, your back collided against his sturdy chest, giving him a tighter and deeper angle inside you.

His arms held you in place as you scratched and dug your nails on him.

"You're such a good girl, princesa. So so good" he cooed as he cupped your pussy and toyed with your clit in slow motions

The new sensation was only added to the many you were already experiencing. Breathless, so ever tight around him, as his arms secured you in place while being pounded with such abandonment. Smirking, he trusted harder and harder, but stopped just before you were thrown in the bliss searing abyss.

You whined in frustration, as you tried to find relief on your own.

"Uh uh. Don't be bad."

"Please..." You heaved and put his hands on your body

"Please what?"

"Let me fucking cum, Miguel."

"Jesus..." He groaned and kissed your neck before resuming his rutting inside you. The pressure simmered as you were pushed in the brink of breaking once more.

His hot breath against your flushed skin, his hands holding you with such possessiveness as he whispered sweet nothings to your ear, was the perfect combination for you to snap.

Shaking and nearly convulsing at the hot white pleasure that flooded your system.

"Miguel!" you spoke his name in between gritted teeth

"There you go" he cooed and smiled. Despite your insides having a death grip around him, your pleasure was his priority. You felt so good and small, it tugged on the dark strings on his self control.

Your skin was flushed, covered by a thin layer of sweat. He turned you around and pulled you by your legs towards him. A hand was placed in your abdomen as he prodded in two fingers, plunging them deep enough to graze at that already sensitive spot.

Your toes curled in as he moved them dexterously inside your already sopping folds.

Faster, harder, faster and harder. In that order.

"Oh my god" you sobbed as the sheets crumpled under your touch, toes curling in as a new orgasm was ripped out of you with a wet gush on his hand and forearm. He groaned as you squirted.

"That's the sexiest shit I've seen you doing, preciosa."

You could only moan in return as he filled you up once more

"Hold on tight" Your legs were hoisted on his arms as he gathered you, your arms went around his neck, anchoring to his broad shoulders and he lifted you up with ease. His arms locking on your back as you bounced on his cock.

"Fuck!" you gasped at the new depth his tip reached inside, and each thrust only dug him deeper inside you, feeling completely full of him.

"Cómo me encantas" he breathed through soft growls, that were drowned by the obscene, continuous and wet slapping of flesh. Unable to mumble any coherent word. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, eyes heavy with overstimulation as the merciless slapping continued and your body bounced.

You clung to his body as if your life depended on it. Your nails scratched the top of his  back, creating red welts on his skin that only urged him to a whole new level of roughness you hadn't expected. His groans drowned your pathetic cries as your body shook with each thrust.

"Too much" you croaked in between deep pants as the pressure scrapped you raw. Eyes far too lost for him to reach, his control over you unwavering. Pleasure slowly chipped away his body, you closed your eyes as a breathless mewl announced your brewing of a next peak.

He inhaled sharply as his hips stopped for a moment, to then resume as you were propped against the wall. His muscles flexed as he fucked you in the way he knew you loved it, too pussy drunk to stop.

Your peak was shattering, almost splitting your mind in two, as you gushed all over his cock and lower abdomen, supple thighs squeezing his waist. He hissed at your clawing, as he spurted inside. Painting your walls white and hot.

"Mine" he growled. There was an acute whimper on his behalf as he tried to keep standing as his load was out inside you. He rushed to the bed and laid you on it.

His chest swelled in pride as it heaved.

"Such a good girl." He laid next to you, your head cradled closer, just like your body, he made one of your thighs to hook on his waist as he slowly entered you one more time.

You stirred and his arm snaked around your torso. He shushed you as he delivered slow strokes with his cock inside you. Your hands rested on his chest and your head on his arm, using it as a pillow.

"Toda para mí" He pushed his hips in languid, slow strokes, pulling soft mewls out your limp body. Your plush folds welcomed him with a soft suckling motion as he pushed all his seeping cum back in.

"I-I can't" you breathed as his hand pressed you closer

"Of course you can, corazón. One more."

"Miguel" you whimpered in despair. Not that you could move anyways, his lips kissed your temple as he rode you to bliss one more time.

----

You woke up in Miguel's bed, tangled up in sheets, sore and thirsty. Your phone buzzed with some texts from work. You stood and covered up in one of the sheets. The smell of food lingered in the air as your stomach grumbled in protest

"Miguel?"

"C'mon." he motioned you from the kitchen, you followed and sat on the table. He wore nothing but some sweatpants and his slippers

"Buenos días, guapa."

"Morning?" you smiled softly at your best guess of what he just said

"Sorry for... you know, uh, staying."

"It's fine. I was counting on it, anyways."

He served you a bit of a hearty looking meal. Chilaquiles with two fried eggs on top .

"Thank you."

He sat next to you and ate. You followed. Eating was quiet, but comfortable enough.

"I'll do the dishes" you stood and picked up after the both. He smiled softly, almost contemplating you from behind

"You should bring extra clothes next time."

Next time

"Might do, yeah." your cheeks flared up and you finished cleaning and went to his room, your clothes had been gathered on a chair, neatly.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure."

You quickly showered and changed, Miguel just watched you from afar.

"I shall go then."

"What? No kiss goodbye? So cold." He feigned hurt and you couldn't help but laugh. Then you kissed his cheek.

"Nah. Despídete bien." He pulled you closer for a deep kiss and smirked once you were at the door.

"Thank you, for everything. It was wonderful."

"Of course it was." he slapped your butt as you went out the door.

"Mejor vete antes de que me arrepienta."

"What?"

"Bye bye, preciosa."

You pursed your lips and shook your head softly, he just chuckled and you left. Your kiss still lingering in the air.

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*Pinche morra toda preciosa - Such a fucking gorgeous girl.

*Me encantas. Puta madre, no sabes lo que me haces -I love it. Holy shit, you don't know what you do to me.

*Cómo me encantas - God, I love you. (Mind you, this love is not the same as love love.)

*Toda para mí - All for me.

*Buenos días, guapa - Good morning, gorgeous

*Despídete bien - Say goodbye properly

*"Mejor vete antes de que me arrepienta - You better go before I regret it.

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[brewed-pangolin]

Drabble request for Super Soap Sunday:

Soap and you find yourselves in an unusual place/set of circumstances when the mood strikes. How does he A) let you know what he wants and B) how does he get you in the mood too?

Domestic Bliss

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI: Explicit smut, some fingering, P in V, backseat sex, slightly Dom-ish Soap, tons of dirty banter, Soap being a needy little horn dog

This 'drabble' turned into a one-shot because I can't control myself.

Synopsis: You and Soap take the next step in your relationship, and his not so subtle attempt to rile you up in public ends with an impromptu session in the parking lot.

Reference for where this man takes you to Poundtown here

Word count: 2k

"Alright, ma'am. If I can just you to sign here, here, and here. Then we should be all set up." Your advisor instructed as you sifted through yet another mountain of paperwork. Your eyes growing numb and your fingers beginning to ache from the repeated minor motion of signing your life away.

You pushed the last pile of paperwork over the advisors desk with gentle smile curling into your lips. Glancing over at the man sitting next to you with that same smile, a loving fondness in your eyes as you both took the next pivotal step in your relationship.

A mortgage.

Soap's demeanor was calm. Stoic even. Letting you take the lead in this circumstance as you were the one going to habitate the home more often than he would. A thought you both pushed aside for now to savor the wave of domestic bliss that came along after you signed the final piece of paperwork.

Yet his cool facade couldn't hide the cerulean maelstrom swirling within the whites of his eyes. A look you knew all too well, and one that never failed to send a quick shiver down your spine.

But here? At the bank?

Your smile quickly curled into a smirk, rolling your eyes at him as you turned your attention back to the advisor across the desk. You couldn't feed into Soap's growing needy desires. Not in public at least.

Pursing your lips with a heavy sigh, you tried to maintain your composure by focusing on the task at hand. Eyes trained to the quick movements of fingers across the keyboard as your consultant effortlessly entered your information into the database.

However, even the light clicking of keys couldn't keep your attention as you caught the sudden tremor of his knee in the lower periphery of your vision. The frantic cadence of his boot heel hitting the floor tearing at your concentration yet again, forcing you the bring the knuckles of your right hand up to your mouth to hide the apparent grin quickly forming on your lips.

With as subtle movement as possible, you placed your left hand on the top of his knee to quell his growing feverish motion. Gripping your fingers into the fabric of his jeans and pushing towards the floor in a physical attempt to ease his obviously heightening arousal.

“Ookay. That’s done. Let me get this all printed out and you two should be all set.” 

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate all your help with this.”

You share a quick glance with your advisor as he stands, his eyes momentarily shifting to Soap with a subtle curl in the corner of his mouth. You keep a close eye on him as he exits the office, finally turning to face Soap with a furrowed brow and address the apparent tension erupting between you two.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny. Would you please calm down?” You scolded playfully. Your lips a thin line of a smile, obscuring your clenched teeth as you dug your fingers further into his jeans.

“How much fuckin’ longer is this gonna take, bonnie? ‘Cause I'm 'bout to bend ya over this goddamn desk if he don't speed this shit up. He can bloody watch for all I care.” 

"We're almost done, Johnny. He just needs to give us the paperwork, and then we can go. So just, keep it in your pants for another five fuckin' minutes."

Your tone of reprimand barely able to combat the deep, rumbling brogue in his voice. Shifting slightly in your seat to quell the growing ache pulsing within your core. A gesture that most certainly did not go unnoticed as you took in the hungry blaze radiating within his eyes.

"Johnny. Don't. No!" Your frivolous attempt to stop him was broken down immediately as he thrusted his hand between your legs. Pressing his knuckles into the base of your heat through your jeans. Shifting to bring his chair closer and caress his mouth and tease you with his whispering brogue to the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck ya, bonnie. Forget th'mortgage. This my down payment fer tha sweet pussy a'yers."

"Goddamit, MacTavish. Not here, ya fuckin' horn dog."

"Horn dog?" He questions with that distinctly mischievous grin. Pulling away as he eyed your advisor walking back into the office. His calmness in complete contrast to the excited flush bellowing from your chest as you quickly swat his hand away, scolding him quietly under your breath.

"Overconfident bastard."

"Alright. You two are all set up. You should be getting a call within the next five business days once you qualify. Other than that, welcome to home ownership."

"Thank you." You shook your advisor's hand, grabbed at your paperwork, and made an immediate bee line for the door. Beating Soap at his own game as you left him in the office with an obvious growing hard on. Already midway to the exit of the bank when you eyed him barreling out of the office in your periphery.

You didn't want to lose focus again. Not now. Now when you had the upper hand. You Kept your eyes locked onto the 4Runner at the back of the parking lot as your feet moved quickly at their own accord. Your ears perking to the sound of its alarm, a wave of triumph rolling over you as the locks sprung free.

You opened the backseat passenger door to toss your purse and paperwork on the seat. Expecting to see Soap at the driver side as you tried to close the door.

Tried.

You glanced questioningly at the door. Only then did you notice Soap's hand gripping on the edge. Spinning on your heels as you came face to face with a fiery blaze and a hungry look in his eyes.

"John?"

"Get in."

"John?!"

"GET IN!"

You felt his hands on your hips the moment his voice registered within your mind. Thrusting you into the back seat, an excitedly victorious giggle escaping your chest as he crawled in before slamming the door behind him.

"Yer such a fuckin' lit'le minx, y'know that? Leavin' me th're wit a full bloody stonner." He growled, pulling your shoes off and tossing them to the side, frantically moving to the front of your jeans as you continued to laugh in triumph at his feverish need.

"Makin' me do the goddamn walk o' shame and...why are these fuckin' buttons so goddamn small?!"

"Ooohhh, what happened to that cool confidence, Soap? Thought you could handle yourself under pressure. Bein' a demolitions expert an' all."

"Yer pushin' it, lass." He spat back. Relinquishing the fight with the buttons in favor of simply tearing your jeans off.

"M'also not tryin'a fuck tha bombs, smartass."

Soap tossed your garments to the back, flaring his nostrils with a darkened veil in his eyes as he spread your legs to take in the sight of your silken arousal. Moving onto his haunches with a deep inhale, his eyes rolling back as he took in the scent of your growing excitement.

“Mhmm. Could smell tha’ sweet pussy in th’re. An’ ya already so fuckin’ wet fer me, aren’t ya, bonnie?”

Words escaped you as he pushed two of his fingers inside your soaking heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he slowly pumped up to his knuckle, teasingly preparing you for what was to come. Unable to restrain your body’s reaction as your walls reflexively clenched around him.

“Donnae think I didn’t feel tha’. I know what ya need, lass. An’ m’gonna give it to ya.” Soap lured to you with a husky purr, your eyes fluttering open in response to take in the sight of him stroking himself through his jeans. His steely blue gaze boring into your soul as he effortlessly worked at the buckle of his belt. A throaty growl reverberating within him as he teasingly pushed the waist of his jeans below his hips to expose his painfully hardened cock.

"Johnny, I-" Your pleasured whimper was cut short as he throw his muscular frame on top of you, sealing his mouth over yours in a wet and desperately needy kiss. His strong hands gripping into the flesh of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as he teasingly pushed his throbbing erection into your moistened cunt. Filling you to the brim in one fluid thrust.

"Th's s'my home, bonnie. Right 'ere. B'tween yer legs an' deep in th's beautiful fuckin' pussy a 'yers."

Soap didn't give you time or air to respond as he encapsulated your mouth once more and immediately began pistoning himself into your core. The force of his thrusts wiping whatever thoughts and words out your mind, only focusing on the feel of him as he caged you against the backseat with his arms bent on either side of your head.

"Steamin' hell yer tight, lass." Soap growled into your lips, pressing his chest down into yours, keeping you still and allowing him full reign to pound his hardened length into your heat.

His bulbous tip kissing the flesh of your cervix with each forward thrust before pulling out almost entirely to only throw himself back into you once more. The continuous motion forcing your back to arch off the backseat, pushing your pelvis into his to stimulate the sensitive flesh of your clit.

Soap pulled his mouth away in repsonse to your shifting position, leaning forward to press his forehead into the crook of your neck. His hot breath cascading down your skin as he grunted and moaned with every subsequent thrust, his relentless pounding forcing you to grip into his shoulders to keep yourself stable beneath him.

"Johnny...Johnny..." you whispered softly against his temple. His name the only coherent word you could manage to let fall from your lips as your mind and body fell into the depths of his desperate and needy pleasure.

"Jus'...lemme 'ave th's, bonnie."

"Only g'nna need...an'ther minute.."

Soap's gasping breaths washed over the flesh of your neck, his voice rumbling within his throat like an otherworldly mixture of a growling whimper.

And the moment you felt his hips begin to falter, you pushed aisde your own pleasure in favor of reaching his. Only focusing on him. His needs. His desperate compulsion to always need to fill you and mark you as his own.

"C'mon, bonnie. Come for me."

You responded to his grunting demand by simply pressing your lips to the flesh of his temple. Wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, letting him vigorously thrust his throbbing cock into your cunt until you felt the warmth of his release erupt deep inside you.

Soap's movements then halted all together. Burying himself into your heat as he rode out the relentless pulses of his climax.

Even within this impromptu moment, with him panting against your neck and you hunched beneath him in the backseat, there was always a certain level of intimacy that seemed to meld between you in the bliss of the afterglow. Cradling him in your arms as he slumped over in a limp and gasping mess.

"Fuckin hell, bonnie." He whispered, softly panting against your neck as he lightly pursed his lips against your neck.

"Jesus, Johnny. If I knew home ownership got ya this worked up, I'd it done years ago."

"Shut it, lass."

"Can't wait to see how hard ya get when I do my taxes."

Soap remained silent to your playful banter, responding only by continuing to kiss the curve of your neck as his body trembled, slowly coming down from the high of his release.

His mouth gently curled into a smile as he placed a series of gentle kisses up the nape of your neck. Chiding in once more to your jesting, his distinctive brogue thicker and more hoarse as he purred against your flesh.

"Won't 'ave ta, hen. Unless yer 'nta doin' a threesome."

"What?" You questioned, pulling him out of your neck to meet his steely blue gaze with a coitish smile.

"Uncle Sam already fucks ya in the ass, bonnie. It's the only time I'm yer designated sloppy side piece."

You can't hide the smile that emerged over your lips, pushing a piece of sweat ridden hair out of his eyes as you lovingly gaze up at him.

"Then I guess I'll be needing another down payment in advance. Just for good measure."

And of course, Soap obliges. Thrusting his still hardened cock deep into your core as he mutters those two words you love to hear.

"Yes, ma'am."

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[wh1msic4alwasab1]

”Dear Assistant”

synopsis: you take up a job with the fatui, and you didn’t think being a doctors assistant meant being the doctors assistant.

tags: medical malpractice, dub-con, insertion, vulgar, explicit, sadist!Dottore

wrd cnt: 1.4k

a/n: lowkey not feeling like my best writing but i hope yall enjoy

You stood outside the unmarked door, clutching the letter that had brought you to this mysterious location. The Fatui's emblem adorned the top of the page, and the words "Confidential Assistant Position" were typed in bold font. You had applied for the job, hoping to use your skills to make a difference in the world of Teyvat. The pay was generous, and the benefits were unparalleled. But as you raised your hand to knock, a shiver ran down your spine. Something didn't feel right.

The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit corridor that seemed to stretch on forever. A figure in a white coat beckoned you forward, their face obscured by the shadows.

"Welcome. I am Doctor- ah, my apologies. You may call me Dottore. I've been expecting you."

You followed Dottore through the winding corridors, taking in the sights and sounds of the laboratory. Beakers bubbled, and strange machinery hummed in the background. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and something else... something sweet and metallic.

As you entered the main laboratory, your eyes widened in awe. Rows of workstations stretched out before you, each one cluttered with equipment and strange devices. In the center of the room, a large, metal table dominated the space. Dottore gestured for you to approach.

"This is where the real work happens, my dear assistant. I've been working on a project of great importance, and I require someone with your...unique voluntary willingness."

You felt a flutter in your chest as Dottore's eyes locked onto yours. His gaze was piercing, and you couldn't help but feel like he was seeing right through you.

"What kind of project?" you asked "Ah, well…" Dottore said, his voice low and husky. "I'm working on a project that will change the course of human history. A project that will unlock the secrets of the human mind and grant us unimaginable power."

He gestured to a nearby workstation, where a strange device hummed and whirred. It looked like a cross between a medical scanner and a medieval torture rack.

"This is the Neuro-Resonance Amplifier," Dottore explained. "With this device, we can tap into the deepest desires and fears of the human mind. We can manipulate thoughts, emotions, and actions. We can create an army of mindless drones, loyal only to us."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Dottore's eyes gleamed with excitement. This was getting out of hand, and you weren't sure if you wanted to be a part of it.

"But what about ethics?" you asked, trying to sound calm. "Isn't this a bit... extreme?"

Dottore chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Ethics are for the weak. In this world, it's every man for himself."

He stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "And I think you are too, y/n. I think you have a certain... spark within you. A spark that I can fan into a flame."

You felt a flutter in your chest as Dottore's words sent a shiver down your spine. You weren't sure what he meant, but you had a feeling that you were in over your head.

Suddenly, Dottore's expression changed, and he became all business. "Now, let's get down to work. We have a lot to cover, and I need your full attention."

He gestured to the metal table in the center of the room, and you felt a sense of trepidation. What did he have planned for you?

"Please" Dottore said, his voice dripping with darkness. "Take off your shirt and lay down on the table. We're going to begin your...consultation."

You felt a wave of fear wash over you as you realized that you were trapped with some crazy scientist. But you had to keep this job, somehow.

Hesitantly, you removed your top, and layed your head down slowly on the cushioned end of the table. Dottore had soon started taping small pieces of wire and metal to your arms and torso, two on each side of your temples as well.

“Now, you’re going to help me with the first stages of this, excited?” He joked, taking this whole human experiment thing way too casually.

You lay there, breathing heavily as you don’t know what to expect.

He finished setting a few things up on the computer, and you observed a chart on the projector infront of you; screencasting the computer with a plethora of scattered pieces of what seemed to be data alongside a key.

Without much warning, Dottore pulled you up by your waist, hoisting your body up and standing next to you and holding your face up to look at him.

You haven’t gotten a chance to clearly take a look at him before, but you observed each fragment of his face; his eyes pierced yours in a way that turns them into ice, frozen in place.

“I need you to remain calm, try to keep your limbs the same.” He said, before snapping on a pair of blue gloves and pressing pressure points along your back.

Every harsh breath you’d take at the pressure caused the chart to create a spike in data.

The lower he went, the more data appeared on the chart.

“Hmm… I see.” He mumbled.

He set his clipboard down, and pushed your body down. “Don’t yell too loud now, I’ve been getting far too many noise complaints from the others.”

You felt as if someone struck a strong left hook into your stomach, the worst possibilities reaching your brain.

The room’s lights dimmed, even brooding noises of flickering lights distract you from your thoughts.

You were on your back, chilly scales under your hips and barely clad skin. With a sudden pull, Dottore pulled your trousers off, throwing them away and spreading your legs apart as if you’d signed away your body to him.

“Ack—Fuck-What are you doing!?” You hissed, as you felt his hand grab hold of your face roughly

“This is for the research, sweetheart,” He mumbled, his deep voice coated in mania.

“Doctor- please...” You gasped, feeling him dig for something deep within you, your hand under his grip struggling to free itself.

“I need to be sure, until the data calms down I can’t trust it.” He said, the annoyance laced with concern felt like an aftertought, not fully registered until he panted, “You signed up for this. Now do the part.” He said moreso like a warning.

Apart of you wanted to scream, but another was screaming to find out more. You felt shameful of the heat growing within you, and even more ashamed that he could definitely tell.

“Let’s see what the data shows, shall we?” He said sternly, picking up a rod-like device that seemed to be a good forearms length.

“I-“ You began, finding a it in you to at least say something.

“Shh…” He interrupted, shutting you up.

He dragged your body back up so he could sit behind you, pulling your hair to one side so he could observe what his hands were doing inbetween your legs.

“Doctor please I don’t think this is-Shit, Oh fucking God-!” You moaned, feeling his gloved fingers rip off your panties and insert the device inside you.

“Oh my…you’re so wet it just slid right in. You like this don’t you? Fucking slut.” He’d say, before pushing it in and out of you at a faster pace each swipe, laughing against your ear as the chart turned into a mess; points of data appearing every second.

“Ahh- Doctor-! It hurts….” You yelled, feeling the cold metal fill you up, over and over again as he rammed it inside you from behind, holding your thigh apart with his large hand as he observed the chart furiously.

“Shut up.” He exclaimed, moving his hand to cover your mouth as he kept going.

“Shhh….It’ll feel good soon. Just keep quiet. Such a messy little thing.” He said, letting you lay your head on his shoulder as you melted into him, feeling your pussy tingle with warmth as you felt the knot in your stomach threaten to burst.

And him pinching your hard nipples was just what you needed, feeling small bursts of liquid shoot out of you, splattering over the metal table

Your legs began to shake as everything escaped you, practically soaking the table along with the sleeve of his lab coat.

He felt tears from your eyes soak his hand as it ran down your face, muffled moans and pleas escaping your mouth and into the cavern of his palm.

“Tch- fine”. He said, removing the object out of you and leaving it on the table as he went back to his chair, “Clean this up.”

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[little-diable]

For Valhalla – Spencer Reid (smut)

Trying to pull myself out of my writing slump by writing history inspired stuff. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader helps Spencer with understanding the medieval norse warrior mindset, which finally pushes the two friends closer together.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, spanking, dom!Spencer, some mirror action, friends to lovers, some history talk about medieval wars and fighting

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!historian!reader (2.3k words)

“Careful.” Her whispers filled the dimly lit training room, eyes concentrated on his nimble fingers. She watched Spencer tighten his grip on the hilt of her sword, knuckles almost white. “Widen your stance a bit.”

“Even wider?” Spencer’s eyes were burning holes into her skin, waiting for her next command. He wasn’t one for holding back, and could barely contain his information-dumping urges, but with her it was different. This was (y/n)’s field of expertise, the only one he could blindly trust with a situation this delicate. 

“Can I touch you to show you how?” The two had known one another since their university days, sharing every break, and every meal with one another, until they had eventually shared an apartment for a while. Something had always buzzed between them, something both had been too scared to give in to back then.

Something that was still buzzing now, all these years later.

“Yes.” Their eyes met as Spencer spoke the word, leaving her to swallow heavily. (Y/n) was no stranger to Spencer’s struggles with being touched, and yet his willingness to be touched by her weighed heavier than either one of them liked to admit. 

Slowly, (y/n) placed herself behind Spencer. With one hand placed on his right shoulder and the other on his waist, she gently kicked his feet apart. She felt him sink into the warrior stance, trying to make room for the mindset their current unsub was undoubtedly trapped in. 

“Perfect,” (y/n) whispered. “Now I want you to close your eyes. If your unsub is thinking of himself as a Norðmaðr, a man from the North, or a Viking as others called them, he must protect his sword at every cost. Some believe a warrior could only enter Valhalla if they held onto their sword while dying. It’s an old lore we don’t have many sources on, but judging your unsub I’d say he is focused on things he saw in shows or games. Try to imagine yourself on a battlefield. It was loud, you’d hear cries, the sounds of horses, of swords and axes clashing. You’d smell blood, perhaps some rain depending on the month. Sweat would cling to you, and dirt, soil or mud.” 

“That sounds like my nightmare.” Both broke out in chuckles as (y/n) let go of Spencer almost reluctantly. She watched him move, handling the sword like she had demonstrated for the past hour. He wasn’t nearly as graceful as she was, and yet he managed to copy her movements perfectly. 

“What do you think he tries to live out with this?” Asking questions about his cases had always been a struggle, Spencer would either be very vague or simply tell (y/n) that he couldn’t share any information. But today it was different, today she was part of their team, at least for a few hours, as a historian, a consultant to try and help them find their unsub. 

“Pent up anger, frustration, and yet he is trying to be honourable with his killings, he feels like a Viking after all.” A hum left her at his reply. This time (y/n) didn’t ask for permission as she stepped towards Spencer once again. 

“Let’s try something.” She reached for the sword he was gripping. (Y/n) took her stance, making it seem all too effortlessly, “Stand behind me, place your hands on top of mine.”

It took Spencer a moment to snap into motion, he exhaled before he followed the command. Gently, he placed his warm hand on top of (y/n)’s, shooting shudders down her spine with the simple touch. An all too familiar electricity was binding the two closer together, wrapping itself around them as if it were some kind of invisible force managing to guide the two.

“It’s a simple movement, but it takes a lot of strength to make the sword move as effectively and quickly as this.” Spencer tried to focus on (y/n)’s words, but he couldn’t, too taken up by her unfamiliar closeness. His body was taken over by whatever he had tried to suppress these past years, forcing him even closer to her. “Spencer? Are you alright?”

No word left him as he tightened his grip on her hand. Spencer could almost hear her heart racing in her chest, pounding against her ribcage as if it was begging to be freed. And who was he to deny such a strong muscle such a strong wish? 

His lips found the exposed spot where her shoulder met her neck, kissing it as if they had done this numerous times before. Both froze at the unfamiliar touch, giving the inferno starting to stretch itself through the two enough room to grow. She shuddered in his grasp, trying to stop herself from dropping the sword to turn around towards Spencer.

“Spence,” (y/n) choked on his nickname as he pressed another kiss to her soft skin. “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done years ago.” Perhaps it had taken some convincing from his friends, urging him to finally cross that invisible line between him and (y/n). And as much as Spencer had tried to ignore their pestering selves when it came to (y/n) and him, he hadn’t been able to drown them out completely, forced to accept his feelings for his friend. 

(Y/n) pushed herself away from him, forcing Spencer to panic for a second. He watched her place the sword down, only to turn fully towards him. Their eyes held contact, wordlessly communicating with their hearts on their tongues and their adrenaline spiking. 

Neither of them knew who moved first, but while their eyes held contact, their bodies crossed the small distance between them, letting their lips clash together. Their eyes fluttered close, hands holding onto one another while their lips moved in sync. They were eager, desperate to explore their newfound territory as if it was their only chance at doing this.

Their road to Valhalla, the last battle to fight before calmness could swap through them. 

Spencer moved them backwards, pressing (y/n) against the wall as his tongue ran along her lower lip, begging for entrance. The kiss left the two drowning in their longings, forgetting how to breathe as they finally got to experience what they had been dreaming of. It felt surreal almost – if it weren’t for their racing hearts and their excitement flushing through them. 

“Can I?” He mumbled his question against her lips, giving the two a moment to catch their breaths. Spencer’s fingers tugged on the fabric of her loose shirt, waiting for her consent before he got to explore her body. Ever since he had been forced to talk about his feelings to his team members, he had tried to picture this moment, praying that he wouldn’t mess this up, that his nervousness wouldn’t push him away from her. But now he felt awfully calm, set on touching her, on making her feel the same excitement he was held hostage by. 

“Of course, Spence.” Their eyes met as he pulled the shirt over her head, sports bra following seconds later. (Y/n) felt exposed, fighting against the need to cover herself up as his twinkling eyes studied her soft skin, shooting her a gaze that made heat pool between her thighs. 

Spencer was careful with his touches, cupping her breasts with his warm hands as his mouth found her throat. He kissed his way down to her chest as if he was mapping her body with his kisses, remembering every inch, every mark, forever ingrained into his racing mind. She was trembling against him, allowing her hands to move to his button up, needing to uncovering his body to distract herself from her nervousness. 

“You’re so perfect, I should have done this before. I am sorry it took me this long.” His whispers left her gasping, arching against his hold as his mouth found her left breast, sucking on the hardening nipple. 

“I don’t know if I can forgive you for that,” it was nothing but teasing, and yet the words got stuck in her throat as he let go of her, staring down at (y/n) with something dangerous twinkling in his eyes.

Spencer looked at her for a handful of seconds before he turned her around, allowing (y/n) to catch her reflection in the mirror he had pressed her against. Her pupils were dilated, she was heavily breathing, hair slightly tousled. But (y/n) didn’t get any time to speak up, to comment on what she was seeing. 

His eyes found hers in the mirror as he pulled her sweatpants down her legs, letting his hand brush over her panties-clad behind. (Y/n) could only choke on her gasp as he raised his hand, letting it come down on her warm skin a second later. The sound of Spencer spanking her echoed through the room, followed by a soft moan clawing through (y/n). 

“Let me promise you something, sweetheart,” Spencer murmured his words while his hand brushed over the spot he had just spanked. “I’ll fuck that attitude right out of your system.” 

Another spank met her behind, and another, till her eyes fell shut and her sweaty palms struggled to stay pressed against the mirror. Arousal was dripping from her tightness, clinging to her inner thighs, telling Spencer everything he needed to know. She was just as desperate for him, begging to be finally fucked, pushed over the edge by the tall profiler who had always been her closest friend, the one she clung to, the one she dreamt of. 

“I don’t have anything on me.” His words ripped her out of her hazy thoughts, having to blink a few times as she tried to find her words. 

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” (Y/n) watched his tongue dart out, licking along his lower lip as he pondered over her words. She knew Spencer got monthly tests, knew that she could blindly trust him, but knowing that she was about to feel him bare filled her with something raw simmering inside of her, something possessive almost. Only as the sound of Spencer undoing his trousers rang in her ears did she allow herself to close her eyes once again, having to collect herself. This was finally happening, something she had dreamt of, something she had never dared to even speak about. 

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” His raspy voice buzzed through (y/n), forcing another moan out of her. They held eye contact as Spencer spat into his palm, lubed himself up, and finally pushed into her. A moan clawed through them in unison, needing a few moments to adjust before he began to fuck her from behind. 

Spencer had a tight grip on her waist, set on leaving marks as he fucked her ruthlessly, hitting the spot that made her toes curl with every thrust. Both were a moaning mess, chasing their needs, the deep urges they finally got to live out, while studying one another through the mirror. 

(Y/n) struggled to form words, struggled to comment on what she was seeing, fully entranced by the sight. She already looked thoroughly fucked out, close to giving in after only a few moments. But something was binding them together, a sensation so strong it felt as if they were fighting for Valhalla, fighting for entry into the afterlife they were oh so close to. 

“Spencer,” (y/n) moaned his name, she tried to push herself further into his touch, needing to be even closer to the man who was about to push her orgasm through her aching body. “You feel so good, fuck, I never want to be fucked by somebody else.”

It was a sincere confession, words that left the profiler smirking in success. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her shoulder, letting his teeth graze her skin to leave another mark to remind (y/n) that she was now his, a part of his body and soul. 

“As if I’d ever let you go again. No other man will ever get to touch you.” His words dripped with possessiveness, words that made her walls clench around his cock. (Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering close as his fingertips found her pulsing bundle, circling it with enough pressure to push her into her high. 

She moaned for him as she came, unable to stop the sounds from leaving her while Spencer kept fucking her. Their bodies kept meeting, even faster than before, forcing (y/n) to realise that she’d struggle with walking for the next days. Only as Spencer pulled out of her to paint her aching behind white did she open her eyes again. 

“That was,” she panted her words, not daring to move as Spencer kept smirking at her through the mirror. “Fuck, that was intense.”

“I love you.” The words clawed through Spencer as if he hadn’t given them much thought, speaking them all too effortlessly. (Y/n) froze for a second or two before she gave room to the soft chuckle desperate to leave her. 

“I love you too, Spence.” Perhaps they were Valhalla-bound after all, set on living together in every life offered to them. 

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Hi there, 🪱 anon!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog!

Ahhh I love Barbatos so much lol and this prompt is perfect imo! He's always so restrained, but I love when he loses his composure because of MC! I think this turned out okay... but I am my own worst critic for sure. I hope you enjoy it!

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AFAB!MC x Barbatos with prompt "I may not be able to hold back."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: oral and penetration (reader receiving), mild restraining of MC's wrists

You had been looking forward to spending time with Barbatos all day, so when you finally found yourself sitting beside him at your favorite cafe, you found it difficult to keep your hands to yourself.

The two of you sat together at a table in a back corner where you had been enjoying your coffee and sharing a couple of pastries. You had just finished and now that your food and drinks were gone, you had scooted closer to Barbatos, reaching a hand under the table to squeeze his thigh.

As expected, he only smiled at you calmly in reaction. You were trying to tease him, to rile him up, but he seemed completely unfazed.

You had inched ever closer to him, your chair so close to his, you were almost in his lap. Your legs were pressed together and you leaned your head on his shoulder, reaching your other hand over to trace your fingertips down his chest.

Barbatos suddenly caught your wandering hand by the wrist. He turned his head to say quietly in your ear, "MC, if you continue this way, I may not be able to hold back."

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, the way his voice was quiet but clearly strained.

"What if I don't want you to?" you asked.

Barbatos laughed softly. "We are in public, MC."

You let the hand that was still free inch farther up his thigh, twisting in your seat a little to look at him directly. You touched his cheek with the fingertips of your other hand, his own hand still wrapped gently around your wrist. You leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

"MC," Barbatos said when you had pulled away. There was almost a warning in his voice now, a subtle indication that you were really pushing it.

But you knew what you wanted. You didn't pull back. Instead you leaned in to brush your lips against his jaw.

The hand around your wrist tightened significantly and you found yourself being pulled up from your seat. You held onto Barbatos unsteadily as he opened a portal and pulled you through it, leaving the cafe behind.

And then you were falling backward, your back landing on something soft, but you barely had time to register where you were because Barbatos was already leaning over you, his lips on your neck, his hands running down your body and pulling at your shirt.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of him on top of you, the way his kisses burned with heat as they trailed down your skin. The softness of his glove as his hand found its way up your shirt, a gentle touch along your belly.

You realized you were on your back on his bed, his knees on either side of your hips, his other hand above your head, propping him up. Your body arched into him without consulting you, but you didn't mind when it caused him to moan against you.

"Do you think it appropriate to tease me in public like that, MC?" he asked, his voice husky, as he looked down at you.

The look of absolute need in his eyes made your body throb. You reached up and started to unbutton his jacket.

"You chose not to heed my warnings," he went on, actually managing to look aggrieved, but he didn't stop you as you reached the last button then went to pull his tie loose.

You paused for a moment, tie in hand. "Did you actually want me to?"

Barbatos closed his eyes. You watched in surprise and wonder as a blush spread across his face. "I'm afraid I am somewhat embarrassed by my conduct. It is unlike me to lose control so easily."

"Barbatos," you said and he opened his eyes again to look at you. "I want you to lose control."

Barbatos's eyes widened in surprise and he watched your face for a moment. Then he smiled and leaned down to kiss you, the ends of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

Barbatos moved away, pulling you up off his bed with him. He quickly made short work of your clothes, leaving them in a tidy heap on the floor. You managed to remove everything but his pants before he completely distracted you.

Barbatos was meticulous about kissing every part of you as he removed each item until you found him on his knees before you, slowly sliding off your underwear. You stepped out of it, holding onto his bare shoulders as you did so.

You barely had time to balance yourself before you were wobbly again as he trailed kisses up your thigh. Your hands found their way into his hair as he went directly for your clit with his tongue. The pleasure that shot through your stomach made you gasp.

Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing, bringing out the most amazing sensations in you. Soon enough, your legs were shaking and you thought you might not be able to stay standing. You tugged on his hair to make him look up at you, his face flushed, eyes dark.

"Barbatos," you gasped out through heavy breaths.

Barbatos stood up and put his thumb on your chin, his other hand going to your waist and pulling you into him. "Tell me what you want, MC."

You tugged down on the waistband of his pants as you groaned and leaned into him, your patience gone. "I want you inside me."

Barbatos laughed gently at your tone as he helped you remove his pants.

You put your hand around his cock the moment it was free, making his breath hitch.

And then his arms were around you, practically lifting you as he moved you backward onto the bed, laying you down as he kissed you. You arched your back, pressing yourself against his hard cock, making him moan into your lips.

Barbatos kissed down your torso, lingering on each of your nipples.

You gripped his arms. "Barbatos, please…"

Barbatos lifted your hips before carefully sinking his cock into your heat. You were already dripping from the attention you'd received from his tongue earlier. You felt yourself tighten around him, the feeling of him inside you too good for you to stay still.

Barbatos let go of your hips, his hands running up your arms briefly before gripping both of your hands. He pulled them up over your head, holding both of your wrists in one hand. He pressed himself further into you as he kissed you. It was much sloppier than any of his earlier kisses and you could tell he was really starting to lose himself in you.

Your body arched as he began to thrust into you slowly and sweetly. It felt so good and you moved your body beneath him, straining ever so slightly against the hand that still held your wrists.

Barbatos sped up and you made little gasping cries at the way his cock moved inside you. Every time, he hit that spot that sent sparks running through your veins. Your body squeezed around him and you could feel the way he became desperate from it, how his movements became messier as he completely lost control of his composure at the way you made him feel.

It was a rare sight. Barbatos was always so composed, always so careful, always so reserved. But now that he was inside you, he let all that go. He let himself feel you fully and you watched in wonder at the beauty of him coming undone.

As his thrusts became harder and faster, you were overwhelmed by how good his cock felt. The pleasure built, the tension filling you, that sweet feeling reaching and reaching. You were so close.

And then Barbatos moaned into your ear and you felt your entire body clench hard as you finally came, crying out his name as you did. Your hands strained hard against him, but he didn't let you go. Instead his grip on your wrists tightened as he came inside you.

After you both spent a few moments catching your breath, Barbatos let go of your wrists. You put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down so you could kiss him.

You pulled away for a moment to say, "I'm really going to need you to lose control more often."

Barbatos laughed softly against your lips as you went back to kissing him.

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Come in, Atled Air, come in.

A Pilot!Frankie x fem!reader one shot

This is all fluff, just a little brain worm I had a few months ago and today it decided it wanted to be written.

Happy Morales Monday!

You still vividly remember the first time you “met” him, how a routine Thursday shift in the control tower lodged itself in your brain as a bright memory of when you first heard his voice. 

Thursday

“Saltaire Airfield tower to Atled Air flight 117, do you copy?” 

You release the switch on the microphone and scan the monitor in front of you. The small commercial flight coming in to land is still too far away to see in the sky, but the radar at the top of the air traffic control tower at the small Saltaire Airfield sees it clearly. You track their progress as you wait for the pilot to respond. 

“Atled Air flight 117 here, I can hear you loud and clear, Saltaire tower.” 

His voice comes through with a crackle in your headphones and even as you flick the switch to transmit at your end, you’re losing yourself in the way he sounds. The low, smooth gravel of his voice lingers in your ears and slips down your spine, and you know you want to hear him speak again. 

“Atled Air 117, we have some sharp side wind gusts coming in off the ocean on runway one so I’m moving you to runway two. I repeat; you are clear for landing on runway two.” 

“Copy that, Saltaire tower. Atled Air 117 adjusting course and coming in to land on runway two.” 

His voice wraps itself around your brain and you want to push your headphones tighter against your ears to have that warm voice even closer. When he clicks off, you take a second to respond, your finger fumbling on the switch. 

“Roger, Atled Air 117. Welcome to the island,” you say, cringing at yourself, you never welcome flights to the island, so unprofessional. This may be a tiny regional airport but correct air traffic protocol is as important here as at any of the large mainland airports. But from Atled Air comes the crackled response. 

“Thank you, tower, I look forward to exploring.” The smile in the pilot’s voice is clear, a small chuckle at the end just as he flicks off his microphone. You grin at the runway below the tower, your sharp eyes spotting the small aircraft as it circles and approaches runway two. 

There’s no need for you to guide the flight in to land, it’s the only flight landing, the next one isn’t due for another half an hour. Instead you just watch the pilot smoothly set his aircraft down, not even a wobble on the landing gear. 

“Atled Air 117, please proceed to gate one,” you say into the microphone as the small passenger aircraft begins to taxi down the runway. 

“Copy that, tower,” comes the reply, sending another little delightful shiver down your spine. You only hope you’re on duty when he flies out. 

Saturday

Frankie adjusts the aviators on his nose and consults the instruments in front of him before he looks up and out through the windshield. The green smudge of the island is visible below him, a blip in the blindingly blue ocean. It’s only his second flight out here, a new destination for Atled Air, but he’s been looking forward to it since his first trip on Thursday. The voice of the female air traffic controller had lingered in his ears long after he’d brought the aircraft to a stand still by the gate. And unfortunately she hadn’t been on duty when he flew out a couple of hours later. Now he was crossing his proverbial fingers that her sweet voice would hail him as the flight reached the island’s air space. 

He hesitates for a few seconds before he flicks the microphone to transmit. 

“Saltaire Airfield tower, this is Atled Air 243 approaching your airspace. I’m seeing some turbulence on the radar, but we should be ready to land shortly.” 

He flicks off and grimaces, that message wasn’t strictly necessary, he just couldn’t wait any longer to find out if it was the same woman in the tower. But when his headphones crackle to life and her soft voice flows into his ears, he can’t stop the grin that spreads across his face. 

“Atled Air 243, Saltaire tower here. You’re a little bit early, I need you to hold your altitude and circle at the outer marker. We have an aircraft with broken landing gear on the tarmac that needs to be towed out of the way.” 

“Copy that, Saltaire tower. Atled Air 243 holding at current altitude and circling at the outer marker,” he replies, chastising himself for not keeping the smile out of his voice. 

The tone of her voice is slightly veiled and has a lilt, a hint of an accent he can’t place, and it makes his skin tingle to hear the way she rolls the r’s around her tongue. Before he can stop his mind, he wonders what it would sound like to have her say his name, how Frankie would sound whispered into his ear, a warm breath against his neck. 

He adjusts his aviators again as he shifts in his seat, thumb hovering over the microphone switch. He shouldn’t really… 

“What happened to the landing gear? All ok on the ground there, Saltaire?” 

“The pilot missed the edge of the tarmac as he was taxing out and hit a rock,” her voice comes back through his headphones, and sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, “No injuries, just a bruised ego.” The smile is clear in her voice and Frankie smiles at his end. 

“Well, at least I know it wasn’t one of our pilots,” he chuckles, “I’m the only Atled flight out here today.” 

“I know,” she replies a bit too quickly and then stutters, “I-I mean, I keep track of all our flights. Of course.” 

“Of course,” Frankie replies, “You’re a very good air traffic control tower, always on top of things.” He winces at his own line, why the fuck did he say that? Who compliments an air traffic control tower? 

“You’ve only flown in here once before,” comes her reply with a small giggle, “but thanks, we do our best even though we’re a small airfield.” 

He checks his instruments, looking for a reason to hail the tower again, her bright laughter still ringing in his ears. The island is spread out underneath him as he corrects his course, holding at the outer marker, and his headphones come to life again. 

“Atled Air 243, you’re clear to land on runway one, over.” 

“Copy that, tower. Atled Air 243 approaching runway one.” 

“Welcome to the island,” she smiles through the airwaves and Frankie feels the tips of his ears go warm as he begins the pre-landing checklist. 

“Thanks, Saltaire, looking forward to getting on the ground,” he smiles back. 

Tuesday

You scan the list of incoming flights as you clock on for the shift and feel your stomach do a little summersault when the Atled Air flight is at the end of the list. Last flight of the day. And so far both flights have been piloted by the same pilot with the low, warm voice. You cross her fingers and send up a quick prayer that it’ll be him again. 

The shift flies past, pun intended, as the afternoon slides into evening, and before you know it, Atlead Air 584 is approaching, the final flight. The weather has deteriorated during the day and heavy fog has settled over the island, not unusual, but it does mean flights need extra attention when coming in to land. Your hands shake a little with excitement as you flip the microphone switch and hail the incoming flight. 

“Atled Air 584, Saltaire Airfield tower here. I can see you on the radar but the fog is thick on the ground, I’ll guide you in as you approach the outer marker.” 

“Copy that, Saltaire tower,” comes his voice through your headphones and you do a little happy shuffle before quickling glancing behind you to make sure noone is watching. The smile in his voice makes butterflies tumble in the pit of your belly, and you quickly take a deep breath, focusing again. 

“Atled Air 584, runway one is waiting for you, approach the outer marker.” 

“Copy that,” he says, and you hear him inhale and curse in a low tone under his breath, “Damn, it’s thick down there, Saltaire. I’ve got zero visibility of the runway.” 

“Just take it nice and slow, Atled, I’ve got you on radar, guiding you in.” 

Frankie leaves his microphone open and grips the yoke with both hands, glancing over his instruments, hearing the beep of the outer marker as the aircraft slowly descends towards the fog-covered island. 

“Looking good, Atlead,” your voice comes through into his ears, soft and calm, almost intimate in the way your tone guides him, “Keep on that course, middle marker coming up.” 

“Copy that, Saltaire,” he replies, releasing a slow breath through his nose, you can hear it woosh gently through the microphone at his end and then he inhales again.

“Inner marker,” you say, “looking good, Atled.” 

With a low thud, the landing gear hits the tarmac and the aircraft jolts. Frankie gently reduces the speed and sighs into the still open microphone. As far as landings go, he’s had much, much worse, but next to zero visibility always adds an extra layer of tension to any landing. 

“Thanks, tower, great guiding,” he huffs, “Atled Air safely on the ground.” 

“It was great flying, captain,” your voice smiles at him through the headphones, “You’re clear to taxi to gate number one.” 

Your microphone clicks off and he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, the other one on the yoke. He drops his hand to his thigh, tapping the outside with his fingers a few times before his thumb is back, hovering over the microphone switch. 

“Atled Air to Saltaire tower, you copy?” 

“Saltaire tower here, is there a problem, captain?” 

“Uh, no…This is very unprofessional but…when do you finish your shift in the tower? Can I maybe buy you a drink?” 

“I'm off in thirty minutes. And a drink sounds nice.” You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling, your cheeks aching from the smile stretching your face. 

“Is that bar across the road from the airport any good? Can we meet there?” he asks, smiling like a fool at his end, eagerly rubbing his hand over his thigh as he glances up at the tower. 

“Sure, see you there, captain”. 

Forty minutes later

You glance towards the door again as you hear it swing open, and this time it’s him, the Atled Air uniform giving him away straight away. He scans the bar as you scan him, tall, dark haired and broad, wide shoulders stretching the seams of the uniform shirt tight. As he spots you, the only woman at the bar, he smiles, a dimple appearing on his cheek as he walks towards you. His captain's hat is under his arm, and he runs his free hand through his hair, the chocolate brown curls creating an unruly halo under the dim bar lights. 

“Hi,” he says, his low, warm voice wrapping itself around you as he leans forward and brushes his lips over your cheek, “I’m Frankie.” 

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Antithesis

An-tith-uh-sis

noun

a person or thing that is the direct opposite of someone or something else.

Assassin! Minghao

A skilled assassin and never missing a single hit. That’s what Xu Minghao was. A man with few words and lets his weapons do the talking. So, it comes as a surprise to his other members when a cute and bubbly Y/n appears by his side on his off days.

They’re total opposites. Everything was polar opposite. From their clothes, music tastes to even their preferred food. Even though she was shy, she could talk so freely to him. His stoic face never changing as she smiled and talks about her day. At first his members thought it was to mess with them. But the more she came around, the less they thought about that.

Now they wanted to know, what was attracting them to each other? They understood the concept of opposites attracting but, they really couldn’t believe it. One of the most ruthless man they know on the team, was letting a pastel princess talk about her dilemma between a pink and white dress or lavender and white dress. It was almost outrageous at this point.

“Hao, so should I get the pink one or the lavender one?”

“Why not get both?” He said stoically.

“Huh? Both? I don’t have that kind of money to get both.”

“I’ll buy it.”

. . .

It was unknown to the boys on how those two met.

“Maybe, they met at the same bar?” Soonyoung suggested.

“No, no. They must’ve met at that one mall he likes going to.” Seokmin said.

“That expensive ass mall??” Seungkwan chipped in.

“Yeah, he’s always there to get his collection of black clothes.” Seokmin finished.

“No, obviously they met at one of his missions coincidently and now they’re inseparable.” Seungkwan said with a look of satisfaction.

Minghao snorted quietly as he heard their convo. That’s not how they met.

Minghao was currently in the frozen yogurt shop after just assassinating a politician and he was staring at his phone. He was waiting for the line to progress and looked up to see that the employees were putting the toppings in the containers.

“Sorry miss, there’s no more m&m’s.” The teenager smirked.

Y/n looked flustered because she just saw them restocking it. She couldn’t find the correct words to say. He saw it as well and he didn’t know what possessed him to defend her.

“We just saw you restock that huge bin of m&m’s.” His voice sent shivers down everyone’s spine. His lanky statue was helping his intimidating look.

“O-oh, are you two together?” The teenager suddenly stuttered out.

“Yeah, would you hurry up.”

Soon they both walked out with two frozen yogurts, one with m&m’s and the other with Oreos.

“Uh, t-thank you for helping me back there.” She shyly said.

“It’s nothing.” He said as he started to walk away.

“W-wait.”

He turned around to face her. She smile softly and Minghao was convinced that was what an angel looked like. “I can’t just let you go without repaying you. You payed for my cup. Let me repay you somehow”

He smirked. “So, a cutie like you can talk for yourself.” He chuckled. “Sure.”

And that’s how they met. She’s been stuck to him since then. He didn’t mind as she added that sunshine he’s been missing in his life. Innocent ole y/n of course didn’t know what he did for a living. Of course she questions and he said that he worked for the company “Highlight,” as a consultant in financial department. She don’t really believe him since he was covered in tattoos. He could tell that she didn’t believe but he didn’t push, because it was the truth. He did work as a consultant in the morning at Highlight. At nighttime though, that was a different story.

. . .

“Hao, we should see the fireworks tonight.” She said as she stuffed her face with chips.

He smiled at her puffed up cheeks and brushed the extra crumbs away from the corner of her lips. She blushed as the turned away.

“Sure.”

Soonyoung looked at him with wide eyes.

“Eissa, you just said you don’t want to go.”

“Well now I do.”

“I’ve been telling you since last month and you’ve been saying no.”

“I want to go now.”

Soonyoung simply squinted his eyes. “Y/n, would you like to join me and the others on a trip to Busan?”

“Sure! Who else is going?” She smiled softly.

“Me, Seungkwan, Seokmin, Hansol, and Channie.”

“Sounds fun, when are you leaving?”

Minghao looked like he was going to murder him. “No”

Y/n looked at him confused and Soonyoung simply smirked.

“She won’t be going, unless I go. And quite frankly I don’t want to go on a trip with you morons.”

“She can come if she wants to. You’re not her guard dog. Y/n wants to come, so let her. You don’t own her.” Soonyoung said with that same smirk.

He knew that he was pushing his luck with Minghao, but he wanted to know where Minghao’s and y/n’s relationship stood. And by the looks of it, Seokmin and Seungkwan will be owing him his $100.

Minghao scoffed. “She’s mine. She’s my person and she knows me the best. And I know her the best. So I know she doesn’t need to spend time with you jerks.”

“Ouch, could’ve been more nicer, hao hao.” Soonyoung mocked.

Minghao stared daggers at him and walked away by grabbing y/n’s hand.

“Let me know by Friday y/nnie!!” Soonyoung yelled out as they walked out of sight.

. . .

Okay, maybe he liked her more than a friend.

He liked how their hands would accidentally brush against each other when they sat next to each other. Or how she would cook for him when he was too tried from work. Being with her felt a little too domestic and he was getting too used to her. He wants to be showered by her sweet affection.

She remembered that he really like tea and bought him a tea set with new tea cups. So naturally, he bought her a designer bag since he saw her eyeing it on her phone. Or one time she remembered that he didn’t like iced water with his food, so he took her to China to try all sorts of food with him. He remembers that she was very flustered and try to talk him out of going but he secretly took her there. Some (his members) would say that he kidnapped her there, but he didn’t see it that way.

He was enamored by her and wanted to be by her, protect her, love her. Her sweet laughs that would linger in his head and how he would be stuck in a day dream while on missions. When Seungcheol heard that he was almost a second late in killing targets, he was not too pleased. And so he said those forbidden words.

“You need to leave her.”

“I’m not going to.”

“She’s becoming a distraction to you. You’re named one of the best assassins for a reason.”

“The day you leave your wife, is the day I’ll leave my beloved y/n. ”

There was silence in the conference room. The other members shocked into silence. Minghao and Seungcheol were similar in a sense that they were too stubborn. Though Minghao was more quiet about his stubbornness, he was a lot bolder when it came to his decision.

“You can’t ask me to leave y/n, when you yourself are married. She means the world to me like how your wife means the world to you.”

“Very well then. You make a good point, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re distracted. You’ll need to fix that, other wise there will be severe consequences.”

. . .

Y/n was pacing around her living room. It’s been two days since she’s heard from Minghao. She was getting worried by the second and wanted to make sure he was fine. There was an increase of violence since two of the biggest mafia families were at war currently. Police advised people to make sure that they locked their doors and no one should leave their house after 10:00 pm. she sighed and was deciding if she should go to his apartment. It was almost 10:30 and she knows she shouldn’t be out but she was worried for him. She looked at her door.

Ah, whatever. She’ll be quick.

She quickly entered his apartment. Luckily there was no activities outside so she was able to make it to his home. However, he was not home. When she rung his bell, he didn’t answer, so she let herself in. She looked around and found him no where in sight. She sat down on his couch and called him again. He of course didn’t answer. To calm her nerves a bit, she decided to watch some tv.

She began to flip through some of his channels. Some channels would be interesting for 5 minutes before she moved on. She landed on the news channel. Just as she was about to skip to the next channel, something peaked her interest.

“There’s been a three way accident on the high way tonight.” The reporter said.

“The accident was so severe, that three lives were taken. The others were severely injured and were taken to the hospital. One of the cars was a black Bentley with the number 8 engraved on to the tire rims.”

She froze.

Minghao has a black Bentley. And his favorite number was 8. Heck, even his friends called him “The8. ”

Y/n was hysterical. She was crying hysterically. No wonder he wasn’t picking up his phone. He was gone and she didn’t even tell him how she felt about him. That made her cry more. He cared for her and all she wanted to do was to return his love the same way. She doesn’t know how long she was cry for before she heard:

“Baobei, why are you crying?”

Great. Now she was imaging his voice. She can’t believe she was already loosing her mind. So, it made her cry even more.

“Baobao, look at me.” Suddenly his fingers pulled her chin up and she met his eyes.

Minghao . . ? Was here? In the flesh..?

She leaped into his arms and nuzzled her face into his neck. Her crying got worse.

“Why are you crying? Hm? Can you tell me who made you cry?” He said as he caressed her head.

“You!”

He was confused. “How so, beibei?”

She couldn’t make a coherent sentence and babbling on. Minghao rubbed his hand on her back.

“I thought you died!” She finally said.

He remained silent. “You didn’t answer my calls for two day, so I came over and didn’t find you here either. So I wanted to watch some tv to relax and I see that there’s been an accident with a black Bentley with 8 engraved on it. . And you have a Bentley and I know your favorite number is 8. It made too much sense. It was awful, hao.” She cried out.

He consoled her more before moving her to his bedroom and sat her down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and said “I’m sorry for making you worry. There was some issues with the financial department at the office. I couldn’t back to you, I’m so sorry bao.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She said as the cry was slowly settling down. “I would’ve had so many regrets if you did leave.”

“Why’s that?”

“I. . I really like you hao. You make me feel so special and so protected. I want to be with you always. I wanted to tell you that even though I know you don’t really like me back. I still appreciate your kind actions.”

He was shocked. The beautiful girl he’s been crushing on, likes him back?

He chuckled softly before pulling her chin up again. “Who said that I don’t like you either. I don’t just let anyone put pink eyeshadow on me with glittery rhinestones.” She smiled softly at his words.

“I let you do anything to me because I love to being your presence. I like that satisfied smile you get when have your way with me. Y/n, you make me want to be a better man.” He wiped away the remaining tears and said “I really like you too. And I’ll never leave you.”

With that, he placed a warm kiss on her lips.

. . .

There were multiple cars chasing him.

“Hyung, they’re gaining on me.”

Seungcheol was huffed before he said, “drive further down, Mingyu and DK are already waiting for you.

As he was going a 115 mph on the high way, a cat suddenly appeared. He may kill people for a living, but cats, were the only exception. He braked a little too hard, cause the cars behind to crash into him. Luckily, his driver door wasn’t hit so he quickly got out as the smoke bled into the air. Made his way towards the rugged road and walked into the forest. With some miracle, he was able to make it to Mingyu and dk.

“Hao, your arm!” Seokmin yelled out. His arm was slightly bruised and was bleeding a lot.

“Just go! They’ll try to find me.”

He went to Joshua, who patched him up, and got prescribed medicine from him. The underground hideout was quite chaotic as they were trying to delete him walking out the vehicle and trying to track who was following Minghao. “I gotta go.” Minghao said as he carefully stood up. “I’m going to head out and shower.”

Seungcheol nodded as helped his brother walk to the door. “Be safe.”

. . .

Y/n was laying her head on Minghao shoulder. Their hands were intertwined and Minghao brought them up to his lips to give her hand a kiss.

“Ha! I told you so!” Soonyoung said excitedly.

Seokmin and Seungkwan grumbled in disappointed.

“I really that it was a joke between them.” Seungkwan whined out.

“I shouldn’t have listen to you.” Seokmin pouted out. “I was right the first time and I was influenced by you.” He whined again.

“Me?! You just like following everything I say! That’s your own fault, not mine” Seungkwan said offendedly.

“I’m not a follower!”

“Yes you are!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

“Seungkwan, I’m going to take you through hell. Take it back.”

“Never.”

Minghao snickered at them. He looked down at y/n where she also met his eyes. They both smiled and he pulled her in closer.

He kissed the side of her head and said “I won’t ever leave you, bao.”

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Before anything else by anotperegrine

IMPORTANT NOTE: I began this bookbind before February and was well on the way to completing this (actually my second try, more on that later) when the whole abuse situation with Wilbur and Shelby became known. I was incensed, but channeled that anger into finishing this project out of pure spite.

This man will not destroy the love I have for this fic and the passion poured into it by both the fic author, fanartist, and me.

I rarely get engaged with the goings-on in the QSMP, and even then it's mostly towards my blorbos Philza and Missa (see my previous ficbinds). But Quackbur or TNTDuo has a certain small spot in my heart due to their tension and chemistry within the Dream SMP, and it was through that which I found this delightful number of a fanfic.

Before anything else by anotperegrine is a DSMP + QSMP fanfic where Quackity from Las Nevadas wakes up in a different world, where wars did not happen and a familiar face has a child. Cue extrapolation, angst, and a yearning for something he thought he could never have.

This fanfic is a sewn-board bind with inter-layered color papers (printed with black designs or title belts) glued on top of each other to make the covers. But it wasn't meant to be this way.

I had actually tried to make a 'first edition' of this bind, so to speak. It was supposed to be a bradel bind with a similar cover design. Unfortunately; (1) I did not measure the back cover properly, which (2) led to rough adjustments, which (3) led to improper casing, which (4) led to scrunched endpapers, which (5) applied pressure which distorted the text block, which then (6) forced open the front cover... it was a mess.

Also, I did not anticipate a gap between the top/bottom covers which became noticeable when I glued the middle strip. Ooops.

Hence, a 'second edition' redo.

The second try went much better, and I even made a successful experiment! Up till now, I have used tissue paper to strengthen the spines of my binds. After consulting some people over in the Renegade Publishing discord I decided to take a chance and applied an altogether different material: medical gauze.

Surprisingly, it worked! After gluing, the spine became stiff yet opens with a flexibility that exceeds using normal tissue paper. I'm definitely using gauze for my future binds!

Thanks to @anonperegrine for making the fic, with an additional thanks to javenvee on Twitter for her okaying with me using her fanart!

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02: Birthday Girl {In The Eyes Of Love }

Genre: Dark Romance/Smut/Angsty/Thriller

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences

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“Have you ever considered taking anger management classes?” Changbin asked as he finished stitching up my palm; I glared at him. “What do you mean?” Chan asked as he looked at Changbin, “Well, we already know Y/N did this due to her anger, so what did you do this time, Chan?”Changbin asked. Chan looked at him and me with a sad expression, “It's okay, Chan, it's fine. Just maybe consult with me beforehand.” I said with a small smile. Seungcheol stood there with arms crossed and a brooding expression on his face; Changbin was filling out paperwork. “Don’t use your left hand for two weeks; come back in 30 days to get the stitches removed,” Changbin said handing me a prescription.

“Well, guys, nothing to worry about. Just make sure Y/N refrains from using her left hand.” Changbin implied, looking at Chan and Seungcheol. I got off the bed and grabbed my hoodie.

Seungcheol tilts his head, “That’s a nice necklace,” He said. I look at him, “Thanks; I guess I mean it contains my sister’s ashes.” I said. My index finger softly grazes the silver vial with a ruby gem on top. Seungcheol looked at the vial, “I’m sorry for your loss,” He said. I forced a small smile. “Well, birthday girl, you should go back and celebrate. Just don’t get too wasted,” Changbin said, patting my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, “I’m getting tired, so I probably will head h…home,” I said.

Changbin nods, and I follow Chan and Seungcheol out of the room. “You can't go home yet; there’s still that party over at Jackson’s we all planned on,” Chan said with a frown. I sighed. “I don't know, Chan; I’m annoyed and tired,” I responded softly as I signed some paperwork for the nurse. I fix my hoodie and zip it up, “Not to mention I have to get up early in the morning to stick some patients.” I said crossing my arms as we walked out of the hospital. Seungcheol was quiet, I glanced at him to see that his gaze would occasionally meet mine. I look at Chan as he opens the door of the black Porsche Cayenne, “Just stay for at least an hour.” Chan suggested. I look at him with furrowed brows, “If you don’t want to be there for less than an hour I’ll drive you home myself,” Seungcheol implies. I looked at him, his cold eyes sent shivers down my spine.

I sighed and got inside the car without another word, why the fuck am I listening to Seungcheol? Like he’s merely anything to me besides just Chan’s friend. But of course, I don’t want Chan to witness his friend go against his other friend. Having him to choose between the two. I bite my lip and hold my bag tightly on my lap, this drive to Jackson’s is going to be very awkward and long.

I could feel my eyes getting tired and sleepy; I don't even want to be here. I got out of the car; it was loud and packed. “Seungcheol will drive you home if you don't want to be here for an hour,” Chan said as he hurried inside the house. I let out a huff of breath and followed Seungcheol up the stairs. “How do you know Chan?” I asked Seungcheol, who looked around the place before turning to look at me. “Through work,” He said, what a shitty response. I was expecting him to engage in this conversation; I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. I purposely bumped my shoulder against his and walked inside the house; I saw Nayeon and Jackson doing a love shot as everyone cheered and took tequila shots.

“Mm, Birthday Girl is here!!” Jackson points at me; I shake my head, embarrassed. “Y/N! Happy birthday!” BamBam came running from the backyard, “Girl, can’t believe you’re finally 23 already; you gotta stop growing out on me,” BamBam whines. I chuckle, “Seungcheol! My man! Huh, what a surprise,” BamBam exclaims as he clings to Seungcheol. I gave him a look before walking off to look for Suzy, “Birthday Girl!” Joshua wraps his arm over my shoulder. “So, how was the ride with Seungcheol?” He asked. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “It sucked, I tried to create a conversation with Seungcheol, but he gives shitty responses.” I complained.

Joshua laughs and shakes his head, “Well, Seungcheol isn't one to be very talkative with first encounters. Give him time.” He said. I shrugged and looked to see Jihoon and Suzy walking inside through the back door, “So, did you finally end things with Edward?” Joshua asked. I sighed and nodded, “Yeah, but he didn't like it.” I said. Suzy gasped and smiled as she made her way over to us, “Y/N!! Happy birthday.” Suzy exclaims with a big grin. I smile and let her embrace me, “I heard what happened to your palm. Are you okay?” Suzy asked as she pulled away. I looked at Jihoon, who smiled shyly, “Yes, I'm fine; it's not a big deal anyway.” I said, shrugging. Suzy smacks her teeth and shakes her head, “Not a big deal…tch, yah Y/N. Next time you hurt yourself I’ll be the one hurting you even more.” Suzy chews out. I laugh and pat her shoulder.

I felt a headache rise as the music got louder, and everyone began to shout along to the lyrics. Joshua was sipping on his beer with Jihoon, and Suzy was out dancing with Nayeon. I left the kitchen; Chan was chatting with some girl by the staircase. “Enjoying the party, birthday girl?” Chan asked as I walked up the stairs, “Yep,” I said, throwing a peace sign at him and reaching the top floor. I felt tired, and the headache worsened; I got to Joshua’s room. I closed the door and sat on the bed; I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time on my phone.

There were three missed calls from my dad and sixteen text messages from my mom, I sighed and lay down on Joshua's bed. I look through the photo gallery on my phone, clicking on the video from five weeks ago.

“Say hello! Y/N say hello! You’re on camera!” Rose laughs, “Yah! Rose! What are you doing with my phone?!” I laugh. Rose smiles as she turns the camera towards her face, her short purple hair going everywhere due to the beach’s wind. “Hello mom! Dad! Hi Daniel! As you can see, me and Y/N are finally here on vacation in Seoul! The beach here is ammazzzing!!” Rose squeals, “Y/N come say hi to the camera! Please!!” Rose whines. I laugh and walk over to her, “Hi! Seoul is amazing! Maybe after graduation, I’ll move here so Mom and Dad you’ve been warned.” I said with a smile as Rose laughed.

I wipe away the tears as the video continues, with Rose running into the waves, “Y/N! I love you! Mom! Dad! Daniel! I love you!” Rose smiles as she waves at the camera. The video ends, and I let out small cries as the video replays again. “Y/N!” I turn my phone off as the door opens, “You okay?” Joshua asks as he enters the room. I wipe away my tears and sit up, “Yeah just tired and I have a headache.” I said. Joshua sighs and closes the door, “Why do you keep torturing yourself?” Joshua asked. I look at him confused, “Stop watching her last video, you're torturing yourself.” Joshua implies.

I sigh and lay back down, “I’m not torturing myself…” I said. Joshua sighs and lies beside me, “Y/N, it's not your fault; you know that, right?” He asked. I look at him, tears swelling up in my eyes, “Joshua, Rose’s death will always be my fault. No matter how many times you say it's not…it will always be my fault.” I sobbed. Joshua pulls me into his arms, “No, it’s not; you weren't the one driving under the influence, Y/N.” Joshua said, patting my back softly.

“Pabo…stop torturing yourself. You need to start living in the present and not the past.” Joshua whispers as I close my eyes. I wipe away the tears and try to sleep through the headache, “You need to live…freely.” He murmured. I let out a shaky breath and let myself fall asleep.

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The Price You Pay for Power Ch. 2

Pairing: Neris

Word Count: 1741 | Warnings: None | Chapter rating: T

Story Summary: Eris revises his bargain with Rhysand: Nesta for Autumn Healers. He agrees and Nesta is sent to Autumn under the guise as Eris’s new bride in order to assist with removing Beron for good. Now she has to navigate a new court and also decide just how much she will trust her new husband

Chapter Summary: Eris retrieves his bride.

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The morning came too soon. Nesta woke with puffy eyes in the dress she wore the day before. Instead of getting ready for training, she changed into her favorite simple pewter dress and packed what little she truly owned. At one point she turned to see the house had placed books she read repeatedly on top of her folded clothes. She tried not to cry. 

“I will miss you,” she whispered. The house replied by adding another book to the stack. 

She thought of Gwyn and Emerie. She wrote a quick letter to them both. Explaining what happened and that she would write again when she could. She tried to not let her tears ruin the paper. The house took the letters; she would need to learn how to do it on her own once she left. She doubted Eris would teach her. 

A knock startled her. “Come and eat, Nes.” Cassian. 

If she hadn’t gone to bed so distressed without supper she would have ignored him. She ate in silence and refused to look at Cassian even when he tried to start a conversation. He was steadily getting annoyed with her until Rhysand walked in. She did not see Azriel before she left and wondered if he had avoided her on purpose. She quietly followed Rhysand and Cassian out of the kitchen. 

“I want to see my sisters. To tell them goodbye.” Nesta held her chin up and looked Rhysand in his eyes. She hoped the shadows under his eyes meant he suffered from a lack of sleep. “You owe me that much.”

He did not argue with her. She did not want either of them touching her, but ultimately allowed Cassain to carry her down. They arrived at the River House first. Cassain didn’t follow her as she quickly went inside. She found Elain and Feyre in the main sitting room. Feyre stood when she entered, a hand on her belly to steady her. 

“Nesta.” Her brows furrowed with what Nesta thought to be worry. So Rhysand had told her. At least whatever version of events he concocted. “You’re really going through with this?”

“I am.” 

Elain appeared beside Feyre, the same frown on her face. “Is this really what you want?” 

“No.” The command did not stop her from answering that question truthfully. 

Feyre’s head tilted. “Then why are you agreeing to marry Eris?” 

Nesta could not respond. She fought it; mentally clawing and trying to pry her mouth open. The words were stuck in her throat. She wanted to scream that she didn’t want this. That there had to be other ways. But nothing allowed her to speak. What felt like an eternity, Nesta found the words. 

“That is a question only your mate can answer.” 

“No.” A semblance of understanding flashed across her face. “I won’t allow it.”

“Nesta.” A chill ran down her spine as she heard Rhysand say her name with such disdain. 

“Rhys,” Feyre, with one hand on her stomach and the other on Nesta’s shoulder, stepped beside her. “What have you done? Why have you agreed to marry Nesta off to Eris? Without consulting me.”

“Feyre, darling,” his tone was so much softer with her. “I didn’t want to worry you and add stress to the baby. It’s only until Beron is dead. She isn’t officially marrying Eris.”

Nesta turned so sharply, it knocked Feyre’s hand off her shoulder. “That is not what you told me.”

A flash of red. “You didn’t tell her?” Cassian was standing in the doorway, eyes focused on the back of Rhysand’s head. 

Nesta refused to feel guilty for the grief she felt last night thinking Cassian would let her go without a fight. She hoped he felt guilty for his response considering he knew now she thought it was permanent. Judging by the harsh look on his face, that seemed to be the case.

“I thought it was implied.” Rhysand sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s for you, Feyre. There are healers in Autumn. Healers who can help Madja deliver the baby. Safely. Healers we can trust.” 

“And the marriage will be fake?” It was Elain who spoke up, meekly from behind her. 

“For all intents, yes.” Rhys waved his hand towards Nesta. “She helps Eris kill Beron. Then she comes home.”

“Promise me,” Feyre narrowed her gaze at her mate. 

“I promise.” He walked up to Feyre, lovingly taking her hand and kissing her cheek. 

Even with that reassurance, something deep in her soul told her it was not as simple as he made it seem. 

***

They arrived at the moonstone palace to find Eris waiting in the hall. Nesta wished she could run, burn the whole place down. She kept those feelings to herself. Despite what they thought of her, she cared about her sister. She didn’t want Feyre to die. As they approached, Eris looked at Rhysand and Cassian with contempt, before his gaze fell to her. He grinned. 

“Nesta Archeron,” his eyes raked over her and she bristled. “I knew you had a good head on your shoulders.”

“I’m doing this for my sister,” she glared. He didn’t seem deterred. 

He looked at Rhys, ignoring Cassian completely. “I had her things sent ahead. Edith will arrive in Hewn City two days from now to converse with your healers. I’ve already sworn her and her assistant to secrecy. As per our bargain.”

“If anything happens to Nesta, I will not hesitate to kill you.” Cassian with his wings tucked tight, the siphon flashed on his chest. 

Eris rolled his eyes. “I think she’s more than capable of handling herself. If you don’t mind, I want to speak to my bride alone before we depart.”

Cassian clenched his fists, but Rhys put his hand on his arm. 

“Cass.” He looked between Nesta and Eris. “Don’t overstay your welcome, Eris. The wards will only be down for less than an hour.” Hand still on Cassian, he winnowed them away. 

“Insufferable,” Eris muttered. He turned to Nesta. “There are rules you should be privy to before you enter Autumn.”

“Let me guess, females are to be seen not heard.”

Eris did not seem amused. He ignored her comment. 

“Unlike this court, open affection isn’t expected and honestly frowned upon. There isn’t a need to keep up appearances through physical displays.” 

“Good. I don’t want you touching me.” 

He again ignored her jab. 

“You already dress more modestly than the rest of Night, so that will not be an issue. Clothes will be provided to you in your chambers. As my wife, you’ll be expected to coordinate with me. Mostly for dinners. We will meet in the evenings to discuss our plans in my chambers. They’re warded. 

“At the moment, Asher is the most trustworthy of my brothers that live in Autumn. He will not harm you. His wife is also trustworthy and I’ll introduce you when we arrive. The others are fascinated and terrified of you. I would still avoid finding yourself  alone with them. Do not mention Lucien or what your sister is to him. My father doesn’t know and it needs to stay that way. 

He paused and narrowed his gaze. “You will be respectful to my mother. She will want to get to know you. If you are rude to her in any way, I will send you back. Bargain be damned.”

From what she expected, those were reasonable requests. She realized he was waiting for a response. 

“Understood. And what is the plan in place for our false engagement?”

“False?” Eris laughed coldly. “Our very real wedding is tomorrow.”

Nesta felt like the world tilted under her feet and the breath left her lungs. “But he said-“ 

“He said what? That we wouldn’t be wed?” Eris’s smile was condescending. 

“He said it was pretend.” She tried to remain calm despite the worry building inside her. “Until Beron is dead. Then I could come home.”

“I told Rhys I would delay it as much as possible but my father is too suspicious and wants you locked in for the court. He sees no reason in an engagement period. When he is dead, I’ll work on an annulment.” Eris said dismissively. Then he wrinkled his nose and looked down at her. “In the meantime, you will need a bath and a change of clothes before you’re introduced. You reek of that animal.”

“Don’t call him that,” she said through her teeth. 

“I call him what he is.” He stepped forward so close she recoiled. In a hushed tone he leaned in and said to her, “If you want to make it out of Autumn alive, you will not argue with me again. The moment we step into that house, reluctant or not, you will play the part of my wife. Everyone will be watching and listening. They’ll be waiting for you to falter.” He took a breath, almost like a sigh. “There is no doubt in my mind that you can do this. You have power straight from the cauldron itself. So act like it.” 

He stepped back and straightened up. His cold amber eyes ran over her again and she held back a shiver. He held out his arm, wordlessly willing her to take it. She looked back down the hall of the moonstone palace. She wondered if Cassian came back and was still here somewhere, waiting for her to depart. She steeled herself and looped her arm around Eris’s. She didn’t remember him being this warm when they danced. 

“You've winnowed before, correct?” She nodded. “Good.” 

No other warning was given as she was swept away. The world moved quickly without her even taking a step herself. It was like she was dragged into flames, smoke billowing about them and she clung tighter onto Eris’s arm. As quickly as it started, they stopped. She exhaled loudly. 

Before her was the most beautiful place she’d ever seen. Trees as far as she could see, covered in bright oranges, yellows, and red. Much brighter than any she’d seen in the human realm or even in Valaris. The house before them was more like a castle; and looked to be made of a tree itself, the stone a deep brown like bark. There were a series of steps in front of them with two guards posted beside large entryway doors. 

Eris removed his arm from hers. “Welcome to the Autumn Court, Nesta.” 

Next Chapter

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Hi! I love your story delirium and I feel this story is not over yet 😬

Delirium

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Part I | Part II | Part III

Word Count: 2,829

Rating: Explicit

Content Warning: oral smut, fingering, risk sex, car sex

Jude sipped lightly at the cup she held tightly in her palm; the cheap, throw-away plastic lipstick-stained, liquor burning the back of her throat. It had already been raw, her voice courting with every seductive consultant he had managed to throw her way that evening. She glanced over the rim of her cup, eyes darting across the room like a soldier on patrol, and the dance began anew.

Cardan lounged on the arm of the black leather couch, one arm tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck where her fingers had been only hours before, elbow resting on the back of the sofa. He laughed lightly at something someone said, ran his hands through his hair again as he caught her stare. His cheeks turned pink under the fluorescence above him, loose shirt unbuttoned at the collar, eyes drinking in the worst kind of debauchery. She narrowed her gaze and tipped back the rest of her drink, downing it in a single, hot gulp. His eyes flipped down to the bob of her throat as she swallowed, tongue tracing his lips as he turned back to the conversation before him, posture alight with wickedness.

She stood and crushed her cup, striding into the kitchen and tossing it into the open garbage bag that hung from a knob drawer. The island counter was decorated with a dozen different kinds of alcohol, opened and most half-drained, scattered across the marble surface like an assortment of poisons she’d once seen in a museum. She ran her hands through her hair and clawed her hands down her face, turning on her heel and running smack into her boyfriend. 

“Hello, there,” he’d slurred, acknowledging her for the first time that evening. She looked up at him through her brows, raising one when he seemed unfazed by her annoyance. He snaked an arm around her waist to hold her in place as he drained the last of whatever was in his cup and haphazardly sat it on the counter beside him. It clattered to the ground and bumped into her foot. She turned, tracking it as it rolled to a stop. Locke hooked a finger under her chin and brought his face to hers. 

The smell of old liquor rolled off his breath. She wrinkled her nose. “Where did you go off to?” He said, brows drawing together in an expression not unlike concern. 

She frowned. Tilted her head. “I could ask you the same thing,” she batted her eyelashes as his expression shifted and pushed away from his chest. 

“You don’t get to just go off and do whatever you want,” he spit, anger flooding his voice where concern might have just been. “Screw whoever you want.” He picked up a half-empty bottle from the countertop. “When you’re with me,” he popped off the top, “you’re with me.” He took a long swig and slammed it down on the counter hard enough Jude thought it would break. 

“Who said I wanted to be with you?”

He let out a low chuckle, watching her from the corner of his eye. “Why wouldn’t you? What else do you have?” 

Her fingers curled tightly at her sides as she turned to him, narrowing her gaze. He cocked his head. 

“Oh, there you are,” a voice rang out, turning the corner into the kitchen. “I was wondering where you went,” Taryn said, fiddling with the zipper of her skirt. She looked up, eyes widening as she looked between Jude and Locke, noting the space between them. 

“Did you need something?” Locke asked, his tone shifting into something Jude didn’t know how to read. 

Taryn stood straight, spine stiff. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Jude glanced back to Locke, watching the way he watched her sister, as he might have once done her. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, cheeks heating. Heavy bass pulsed through her blood, jangling her nerves. She turned half away from him before she could think and brought her fist to his jaw. 

He crashed backward and hit the ground with a heavy thud, head smacking against the polished hardwood floor. Taryn raised her hands to her mouth and took a step back.

Jude flexed her fingers, stepping over his stomach as he sprawled on his back, clutching his jaw. She bent down over him and smacked his hand away from his mouth, gripping his chin between her fingers. “We’re done,” she whispered, adrenaline shaking her hands. 

She stood, casting Taryn a withering look as she stepped back and began to retreat down the hall, pretending all the while that she did not notice as Taryn rushed in to Locke’s side after she’d gone. 

She swept herself outside to the porch, hoisting herself onto the railing and letting the bitter cold wrap its arms around her. She rest her head against the wooden column behind her and closed her eyes. 

A hand forced her fingers open, pushing a plastic cup into her palm. Jude opened her eyes. “To keep you warm,” Cardan said. He ran a hand through his hair and plopped down on the wooden deck in front of her, back against the railing. 

She swirled the amber liquid he’d pushed into her hand and downed it without much other thought. It burned cold down her throat at first, only turning hot when she took in a deep breath of the cold, early-winter air. She shivered as the wind curled its way through her hair, the heat of her cheeks stinging in the bitter wind, watched absently as the plastic cup slipped from her fingers. 

Cardan turned to her, gaze focused on the redness of her knuckles. He brushed the pad of his thumb against their swollen tops absently, freezing as he caught himself, looking up at her through his lashes. Jude met his gaze, sobering, and looked away. He noted that she didn’t take back her hand.

He pushed to his feet and gripped her fingers, tugging her along down the stairs of the porch and down the sidewalk, down to a dark-coloured car parked parallel to the street.

She looked down at their interlocked fingers and cursed herself as she rose onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Cardan stilled, eyes wide as he looked at her. He held her fingers tighter as he brought his mouth to hers, pressing her back against his car. Her free hand came up to tangle in his hair, his gripped her side.

His mouth dropped to her neck, pressing wet kisses to her throat. She tilted her head back, resting it on the roof of his car. He pulled her forward and slipped the keys from his pocket, clicking a button and unlocking the doors.

Jude looked at him sidelong. "Where are we going?"

He dropped her hand and opened the back passenger door. "I'm hungry."

He pushed her back onto the passenger seats and climbed in on top of her, making a cage of his body, mouth dropping to the empty space above her chest, palm between her thighs. His fingers were icy from the cold outside, making her hair stand on end. His hands found the hole in her tights he'd left behind.

He made a space between them, leaning back to close the door, running his hands beneath her shirt. She arched upward, pressing into him. His hand slipped beneath her, unclasping her bra. Her hands tangled through his hair again as he pushed her back against the far door, sitting her upright and sliding into the space between her legs, hiking her skirt up and pulling her tights down. Tore them away from her fully and threw them to the floor. His thumb rubbed slow circles over her clit, making her hyperaware of the only separation being her underwear.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and stripped her of them, pushing her thighs further apart as he bent back down in between. His hand ghosted over the apex of her thighs, the pads of his fingers tracing the shape of her. He slipped one finger into her heat. Two. She turned her head from him, pressing her face to the cold glass. He brought his tongue to her center as her hands found purchase on the headrest beside her.

He lapped at her gently, pushing his fingers in and out. His other hands worked her free of the buttons on her shirt, one after the next, popping them free and skirting his icy hand over the planes of her stomach. He peeled her blouse away from her, slipping his hand beneath her loose bra to palm her breasts as his tongue flicked against her clit. 

His hand slipped from her heat to her thigh, clutching them tight and dragging his nails down their softness. Her hand gripped the hair on the back of his head, pulling it tight as his thumb drifted over her nipple. He flicked his tongue against her, watching as her breath caught in her chest, as she arched her back, white-knuckling her grip on the headrest beside her.

He shifted his hand to wrap around her thigh near her hip, holding her to him as her hips stuttered softly. His hands drifted to her blouse as her breathing slowed, buttoning the first few and giving up halfway through, pulling the edges of her skirt back down near her knees. He backed toward the door as she caught her breath and pulled on the handle. Cold air rushed in, sobering her. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to watch him toss her underwear into the passenger seat of his car.

She sat upward, limbs heavy, and scooted down to the open door. He took a step back so she could stand, and opened the passenger door, gesturing for her to sit down. "Let's go," he said, voice heavy in a way that made something deep down inside her flutter.

She cast her gaze between him and the open door. The breeze blew cold beneath her shirt, snaking its way up along her skin. He watched her carefully as she made her decision, as she gave in and sunk into the cushioned passenger seat of his car and reached for the seatbelt behind her. He shut the door.

A small, dangling thing caught her vision, drooping down from the rearview mirror. She caught it between her fingers and brought it closer. A small porcelain duck sat on a swing made of thin rope, hanging from the mirror above it. She let it go and watched it swing. Cardan opened the door and slid into the seat, buckle already in hand as the door shut behind him. He stuck in the key and turned over the ignition, pulling the car out onto the street and down the road.

"Where are we headed?" Jude asked.

He glanced at her as he leaned forward to look around her, turning onto a main road.

She sunk low in her seat and looked out the window, brushing her thumb tenderly across her sore knuckles.

"What was it you said to him?" Cardan asked, eyes on the road.

Jude made a face at him. "Just that we were done," she said, shifting to look out the window. "That it was over." She swallowed, resting her head on the cool glass. “You can’t choose to love someone.”

He nodded. "That's good."

"Is it?" She tilted her head, looking back to the duck on his swing.

He scrunched up his nose. "Do you feel better?"

"I feel like my hand hurts."

Cardan snorted as he pulled onto a freeway, leaning back into the seat fully when the tension had settled back down into the quiet. Jude looked to him without moving her head, at the tightness that remained between his knuckles, despite how he eased himself further back into the dark leather of the seat. She glared down at her own hands, anger creasing her thoughts as she began to fiddle with the buttons on the dash. Angry at herself. At him. She wasn't sure who.

Just that it felt good.

She turned on a heated seat. Hers. His, maybe. Turned on the radio. Flipped through the channels aimlessly until one came through clear. Cardan glanced between her and the road, turning up the volume and humming along softly. His hand drifted from the control panel to her knee. Higher.

She caught his gaze out the corner of her eye. "You should watch where you're going." It didn't stop her from letting his hand slip higher still.

"Oh, but this is much more interesting."  His thumb slipped beneath the elastic band of her skirt. Pulled it away from her waist and let it slap back against her skin.

He pulled off the freeway and slowed as he hit the main road again, dimly lit in the pooling, golden lamplight overhead. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, dragged one long finger against her hot center, let her wither under the pooling heat between her legs, the dampness soaked his fingers as he slipped one digit in, swirling as far into her as he could reach.

She held in a breath. "Cardan, the road."

He hummed. Removed his hand. "I suppose you'll have to finish what I started." He stuck one long finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.

"Right now?" He raised a brow at her in answer. "I thought you said you were hungry." She didn't bother pushing her skirt back.

Cardan raised his chin, letting the lamplight wash over the sharp features of his face, the deep crimson that had stained his skin, his cheeks. It pooled down his neck in the low light, blood thrumming below his skin as sure as any devotion. He could feel the pump in his ears, the rush, the ecstasy still lingering on his skin, between his lips. He’d choose it a thousand times over, the heat resting along his skin, as sure as any delirium. 

Maybe Jude was right.

Maybe they weren't meant for this.

The thought didn't stop his reply from tumbling away from his tongue. "Starving."

She slipped down into the seat, fingers trailing along her damp folds. Hooked one leg up on the door handle and leaned her knee against the center console. His fingers slipped back to her knee, finding purchase somewhere along the red patchwork he'd made along her thigh only hours ago.

Her fingers crested her wet folds before she sunk them deep inside herself, curling them when she'd hilted her hand against her clit, sighing into her shoulder. He dug his nails into his skin, scratching lightly along the inside of her thigh, tracing a pattern she couldn't see. She bit her lip as a wave of desire rolled through her so heavily it lingered on her skin a moment longer than she'd have liked, inking its way across her skin in sharp red lines left behind by deft hands.

It might have continued on like that for an hour. Maybe more. She was only aware of her own fingers sliding between her legs, of Cardan's nails drawing shapes on her skin as he stared at the road ahead. She wasn't sure where they were.

Wasn't sure she cared when they pulled to a stop in a different neighbourhood, in front of a house she'd seen before, holding hands with someone else. Someone who'd never leashed her own desire this way. Would never have tried.

She paused only as Cardan's hand lifted from her leg to trace her jawline, turning her head to face him fully as he leaned over his seat. She hadn't even seen him remove his belt.

He leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips, could feel the electric crackle between them as she realized he was waiting for her to decide. To lean in, or pull away. To let the crashing water overhead drown him, or to swallow them both.

She loosed a long breath and brought her mouth to his. Let him kiss her with a deeper desire than she'd ever recalled being kissed with. Let him take her face between his hands for a moment as they fell from that crest, as the sun melted away their wings as sure as the water above became the water below. As they fell, and fell, and fell.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth. "Stay the night," he whispered against her skin.

He'd drive her home, if she asked.

"Please," he said, hand slipping from her hair. She hadn't realized in the daze of his words where his hands had gone. That he'd fixed her skirt. Pushed her hair out of her eyes.

She didn't ask.

Jude swallowed, facing the sobering expression Cardan had reserved from the night around. "Okay," she said, so quietly she couldn't even be sure she'd said it aloud.

"I'll stay."

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Explained what a surface nap (my definition of what I’ve always called it) to my sis and gf a bit ago. Halfway through explaining it I was all ‘Bam this is so simple why you explaining it??’ And then Babe and Sis weee like ‘???????’

Anyway. Turns out that might have been an autistic superpower.

You know how some picky eaters can tell when you change a single ingredient out of hundreds in a safe-food. Yeah, I’m not that, but I’m like that. But only with my sleeping situation.

I sleep with two comforters, 7 pillows minimum, sometimes a fuzzy blanket or two, sometimes a squishmallow propping up an arm, never on my stomach, and with two (not one; but two) of those ear muffs you buy that’s a headband??? Yeah I get two of those, put them on my head and it covers both my ears and eyes to muffle sound and block all light. It’s important to have both pressure and muffling. These are only the physical requirements to being able to sleep lol I’m so picky as a whole.

Anyways. How do I take a surface nap? I take the comforters, lay them over top the 3 (yes, three, all condensed into one pillowcase) pillows that I always stick under my knees (alleviates back pain for my messed up spine) and lay on top of all of it, comforters included.

So what do I cover myself with? A fuzzy blanket (actually two, one on my legs and one on my body so I can ditch one half and keep the other at any point) and my regular sleep mask.

Because. I fucking know if my legs are higher than normal, and my blankets aren’t smooth. I fucking KNOW.

Why does this create a surface nap experience? Because I am literally incapable of not thinking about it, even in my sleep. I literally dreamt of Fuzzy World while I tried to find out why things were fuzzy and no longer smooth. My brain did NOT let that go. This means your brain won’t be deep at all if you have to wake up in less than 2 hours off of 21 awake already.

Also change your alarm tone to a song already!!!! Not a loud one, but like a super soft one, it’ll take your brain a few seconds to catch up that it’s a song and then you’re all ‘wait, what?’ This probably doesn’t work if your a clubber or something idk y’all fuck up your ears too much.

I went from solidly asleep to fully awake in less than 4 minutes. That’s impressive for me.

I have now consulted 3 whole people and they said this method is batshit I’m dead 😭😭😭 I thought I was stupidly explaining a well known idea lmao

Okay here you go for those of you who physically cannot sleep for less than 4 hours without intervention like me (insomnia and fatigue mixture is a wild ass crackhead cocktail) and are sensitive to your surroundings while sleeping.

#life hacks #sleep hacks #apparently lmao

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FRAGILE | YAN! ZHONGLI X READER

ZHONGLI KNEW just how fragile mortal lives were; so, to see you, a unique and free existence, constantly tossing your life into the hands of fate, infuriated him to no end. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

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SOFT, UNBLEMISHED HANDS gently plastered a cooling herbal paste over the gash on the side of your ribs, crimson bleed eventually ceasing to flow from the wound. You let out a relaxed sigh, lulling your head back as relief coursed through your veins.

"Thank you, Qiqi...I had no clue there would be so many Abyss Mages wandering that ruin I just discovered--thank goodness the rewards were worth it, though!" You airily exclaimed, shifting your weight. Reaching out an arm, you gently patted tufts of the little girl's soft, pastel purple hair.

"Qiqi thinks...that Y/N needs to be careful," Qiqi replied, in a soft, monotone voice. She finished the treatment, before tightening the thick fabric bandages wrapped around your waist. "Doctor...Baizhu and Qiqi will be leaving the city today...for small village." She added. A wave of fondness washed over you, as a gentle smile curled on her lips.

"I will, don’t worry--and do you mean Qingce Village?" You questioned, carefully getting to your feet. A sharp thrum of pain shot through your ribs, as you gritted your teeth in discomfort.

"Ah, yea...sorry, Qiqi...forgot." Taking out her signature beige notebook from the pocket of her petite indigo dress, she slowly noted the information down. "Bye bye."

Bidding the little girl goodbye, you aimlessly hopped down the stairs of Bubu Pharmacy, gritting your teeth as you did so. Memories of the sharp, paralyzing pain that had shocked the side of your ribs flashed through your head. A shiver ran up your spine, as you shook the thought aside.

Perhaps you should take an easier commission for now. You certainly would have enough mora to sustain you for months; after all, you had successfully retrieved the artifacts from the ruins the guild had sent you to investigate. The forgotten Gladiator’s Helmet of the past lay in your hands, alongside the matching lavish goblet. Both held high historic value; and you were sure that a collector would be willing to dish out an appropriate price.

As one of the top adventurers in the Liyue branch of the Adventurer’s Guild, you were practically fearless; the world was basically your home, and the rush of adrenaline you received from completing a spine-chilling commission never failed to excite you. Whispers of your endeavours reached the ears of even the Tianqquan—who occasionally would request for you to bring her exotic herbs from a dangerous, faraway climate, or scout unmarked territory. You were the best of the best, and the newer adventurers revered and respected you; merchants would clamour at your doorstep for a chance to make a purchase of some of your rare inventory.

But there was one person who seemed to be displeased, no matter what.

“Miss Y/N. I’ve heard that you got injured—are you quite alright?” A smooth, baritone voice cut through the air, as you swivelled your head back to look at the stoic, almost-cold face of the familiar funeral consultant of Wangshang Funeral Parlor

“Ah, Mister Zhongli! How are you doing? How is Director Hu Tao?” You deliberately avoided his question, flashing him a cheeky, close-eyed grin. “And it's just Y/N, no need for the formalities. Is business well? Perhaps you came to me for some more inventory?”

Displeasure flashed momentarily through his eyes, sharpening with fury as he examined the gash on the side of your ribs. “…Please, do answer my question.” His abnormally dark tone threw you off guard, as you blinked in surprise.

“This? Oh, it’s nothing—I’ll be fine in a couple…minutes?” You brushed past the funeral consultant, beckoning for him to follow. “Come and walk with me. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to you!” Airily chatting away, you began to rapidly recount your latest adventure into the abandoned ruins of the Guilli Plains.

Zhongli listened to you avidly ramble with a hidden fondness, momentarily forgetting about his former anger at the sight of your injury. He could listen to you talk for hours, and it would never bore him. He had all the time in the world to spend with you; yet you seemed to be constantly trying to shorten it. It was as if every time he saw you, you seemed to don a fresh bruise or scrape.

"...which surprised me, because I didn't detect any traces of elemental energy. I should have expected that though, it's always been hard for me to detect Geo energy--my elemental sight isn't well trained."

The mysterious funeral consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor sighed, displeasure oozing from his demeanour. How odd. It was unlike Zhongli to be so bothered by trivial matters; mortals were fragile beings, constantly fluttering about, trying to make the most of their short lives.

But you went to the extreme—willing to even sacrifice a limb in the name of a ‘new discovery.’ He had lived through countless calamities, slew thousands of monsters, and explored vast lands. It wasn't that easy; the mortal restrictions placed upon your body proved that.

A sparkling, crimson red glass ball hung from your wrist, dangling enticingly from its bronze cage. A mark of your impulsive spirit and burning determination. Zhongli silently fumed. The Pyro Archon had beat him to the punch--he would give anything in the world for your vision to be dyed amber. Geo represented stability and loyalty; individuals who preserved through tough times with their rock-hard determination.

Zhongli knew you held all those characteristics--but it was your straightforward, risky personality that triumphed above them all. You reminded him of a phoenix; burning a path of flames, and constantly rising from its own ashes.

You were a brave expression, toughing out the pain as you winced, pausing your passionate ramble about your recent endeavour. "Ack--I hate to admit it, but I may be out of commission for a while...this injury is a true pain." Zhongli felt an odd sense of relief, as he protectively towered over your figure, eyes glued to your shorter frame. "...Mr. Zhongli?"

"It's just Zhongli to you." He affectionately remarked, drawing closer to you, pleased as he watched your cheeks burn a scarlet red--the colour of your vision. Well, there was no time to waste.

Amber orbs glistened with a hidden obsession, meticulously pouring over your every action. Zhongli watched as your gaze flitted towards a nearby Grilled Tiger Fish stand; where the delectable scent of fresh, sizzling seafood wafted from. He bitterly frowned, resisting the urge to pinch his nose. Until suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind.

For months, Zhongli had resisted the urge--the insistent voice, reasoning with him to coddle you from the dangers of the world.

You were too trusting. Too caring. Too naive, unaware of the dangers of this world. You needed to

"Y/N--would you care for some tea, perhaps? I can brew you a pot utilising a rare herb that is fabled to have healing properties." Zhongli's gaze was frosty, skimming over your every move. Mortals had always been easy to read. The way your muscles stiffened ever so slightly, eyes brightening with interest as you perked up.

"Healing properties, you say? That sounds quite interesting, but are you sure that isn't just a superstition?"

An unhinged, daunting obsession danced beneath his thinly veiled mask of elegance. "Certainly. Try it for yourself."

Within minutes, he had led you to the parlor. You remained naïve; unaware of the fact that the sky had flushed a dark, solid navy blue. And the soft click of a lock. Or the fact that nobody else was present; it was just Zhongli, and you.

But it wasn't like he was going to do anything to you, no?

The thought rang through your head, as you absentmindedly took a sip of the strange concoction, carefully breaking down the flavor profile. "it tastes...odd. I don't think my customers would..."

Your vision blurred. Figure slumping over, as the teacup slipped out of your weak grasp, shattering to pieces. Towering over you, Zhongli gently cradled your unconscious form in his arms.

For the first time in thousands of years, he was at peace.

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