#when he catches you by your waist and spins you around i feel like ascending kayla ily ily ily

[popponn]

poppon !! hi hii hwehe ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i wanted tew come by ‘n visit u bcz i wanted to tell you mi thoughts abt yoichi !! (‘n i noticed darnyoure becoming a caelus luver ‘n i was jumpin up ‘n down bcz i am also a caelus luver ! i fink i hav a thing for puppie boys ) but dis is soo long ‘m so sorrie !

but i was jus thinkin abt yoichi ‘n da holidays . . how cozy ‘n warm the dates would be— baking ginger bread cookies ‘n hearing him shout ‘n panic bcz why does da dough look so gloopy ?! ‘n all you can do is just laugh ‘n tease him about how horrible he is at baking but it doesn’t matter bcz it’s yoichi, ‘n he just pouts at your tease and declares that he’ll learn this recipe inside ‘n out so he can perfect it bcz that’s just him, he was a perfectionist ‘n he wanted to do everything he could to make sure that the blush on your cheeks and the sweet little grin you give him stays on forever.

don’t get mi started on da actual decorating part! i always thought dat yoichi was good at drawing since one of his fav subjects was art hwehe so ofc he gives you a smug little smirk when he sees how messy your gingerbread man looks compared to his, ofc dat grin goes away when you huff and pluck off his gingerbread man’s gum drop bcz gasp ! “how dare you?! a gum drop button?! those are precious!” he’d whine while grumbling and taking the bowl of frosting and using his finger to smear it across your nose. oh now it’s an all out war ! the kitchen is filled with the da sounds of your giggles ‘n shouting as you chase each other around your apartment, trying to run as fast as you can away from him but he’s so fast! he’s much too fast but you shouldn’t be surprised, he’s a professional athlete so when he catches you by your waist and spins you around so fast it makes the both of you dizzy, ‘n he falls onto the plush cushions of your couch while you two pant and laugh breathlessly, mindlessly looking up at the ceiling. it’s quiet for a few minutes, both of you basking in the delightful sounds of crackling fire from your fireplace and the gosh scent of gingerbread and vanilla frosting wafts over to you both like a warm hug . “come here,” he murmurs to you, reaching for your hand lazily as you thread your fingers together. you crawl into his arms and cling, gently throwing your leg over his own and he drops a kiss onto the crown of your head. “merry christmas.”

tumblr user yaakultt your taste in man is superb i approve!!!!!! and it's the charming greenflags you know :(( i understand :(( and DONT SAY SORRY I ENJOY THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU WHATT

10000/10. no notes. i wont add anything. this is perfect. omg. this is glorious ue ue yoichiii :(((( ue ue winter cuddle with the boy of all time :'''(((( truly where happiness lies

#kayla ueaudkad this made my day thank u for sharing this omg :((((( #so domestic so sweet so yoichi aydhiald im sobbing <33 #when he catches you by your waist and spins you around i feel like ascending kayla ily ily ily #babblings #i hope u dont mind if i tag it just a bit so some lucky souls could get this yoichi sweetness too!! :3 #isagi x reader #isagi fluff #isagi yoichi x reader #guys kayla is a gift to this world do u know ue ue ue kaylaaa :((( im a broken radio but this is AAAAAAAAAA #i will reread this over and over again then i will also come to your inbox the moment my brain is no longer a fluffy mush!! wait for me!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 51

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Trapped in another holding pattern. That's all that life seems to be. Phases. Dull and prolonged. Waiting but for what?

Your days aren't much different than before Lloyd's return. He may as well have stayed gone. For you, he's not there. He's nothing. He doesn't deserve to be anything to you.

Your routine once more stagnates; sleep and feedings and some crying. Between it all, you see Harlan or Dottie, sometimes both. Your mother-in-law has grown quiet, even evasive, since her son came back. You know why but you won't argue with her or her precious Marion.

You get your walks in, looking forward to the escape from the suffocating walls. Andy passes you often, waving or saying hi. He doesn't try to talk again, not with your father around. They barely acknowledge each other. You ignore his texts. You're still trying to figure it all out.

When you're at home, Harlan holds Luna as you catch up on your reality TV. You whisper back and forth about your most hated personalities. It can never be what it once was, or what you wished it could be, but it's manageable.

That day, Harlan and Dottie go into town to do some shopping. You haven't seen Lloyd but you don't mourn his absence. Not like before.

You have Luna downstairs in her rolling bassinet. She's fully fed and sleepy. You might do some cooking. You're finally feeling up to it.

You shiver and watch your daughter dozing peacefully. Why is it so cold in here? You hug yourself and notice the draft freezing in from the kitchen. You find one of the french doors slightly open and push it shut. You can guess who did it. You should lock him out but you'd rather not provoke a confrontation.

You go back to the front room. Something feels off. You don't know. Maybe it's just the empty house. You check the thermostat then the bassinet. Luna is tucked against the side. She must feel it too.

You make sure the wheels are locked before you flit out to grab a quilt from the nursery. You pant as you get to the top of the stairs. Whew, you still got work to do before you're anywhere close to back to normal.

You snatch the sewn pink blanket and come back down, catching your breath as you sweep through the doorway.

“Lulu,” you say quietly, “gonna swaddle you up–”

You notice the angle of the bassinet. It's not how you left it, almost parallel to the sofa instead. You rush over and nearly scream as the bottom stares back at you empty.

You drop the quilt and spin, searching for any sign of the culprit. You storm back into the foyer and stomp a foot.

“Lloyd!” You bellow, not caring if you wake the babe, “where the fuck are you? Give me my baby!”

Nothing. Just the echo of your anger. You snarl and holler again. Louder.

“LLOYD! I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND!”

You stride forward and go down the hall. Not in the kitchen. Nope, not in the dining room either. You go through the first floor, yelling, then ascend the stairs again. There's no way he could've snuck her up there.

“You motherfucker. Lloyd!” You stop at the top, “it's not fucking funny.”

“Jesus Christ!” You hear a door swing open, then another as he comes out of his bedroom, “what is it now? Wanna call me more names? Push me around?”

He has a towel clutched around his waist as his feet slap on the floor. He glistens, his hair slick and dripping the noise of the shower still buzzing. You gulp and your heart drops.

“Lloyd, give her back.”

“What?”

“Don't. Give me Luna.”

“Luna–” he grimaces, “what the fuck? You serious? You won't let me see her and now– wait, where is she?”

You stand silent in horror. He's a loar to the bone but dammit, he's convincing.

“You took her. I know… I went to get her a blanket and you…”

“I've been in the shower for twenty minutes, sweetheart,” he sneers, “I… she's… gone?”

You croak. It's all you can do. You spin and hurtle back downstairs. You near the bassinet again and squeal. Gripping the sides as panic floods your chest.

“She's gone! Lloyd! My baby! Where is she?!”

You hear him come downstairs and his footsteps rush across the floor, searching everywhere you did. He appears from the kitchen, barely hanging onto his towel. You look at him as he stares at you palely.

“The back door was unlocked.”

“I know, I thought you were out there–”

“Peaches,” he utters as his eyes dilate, “call the police.”

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You're still sobbing as the red and blue flash on the other side of the window. You told the story a dozen times over. It's 2am and you haven't seen Luna in thirteen hours. You feel her absence heavy in your chest.

Your baby. You failed her. She's gone and it's all your fault.

Why didn't you just take her upstairs? Why did you want to cook? Why weren't you watching her? Why didn't you lock the goddamn door?

“Honey,” Harlan clinks down a mug and his weight dips beside you on the couch, “they'll find her. She can't have gone far.”

“No, no, no,” you bawl, head throbbing, “someone took her. Someone– it's all my fault–”

“Shhh, shhh, it's alright. It'll be alright. She got everyone lookin’, they'll find her.”

“I fucked up!” You fold over your lap, “I was selfish--c-c-carlessssss.”

He hushes you again and rubs your back. You can hear the police milling around outside, a few inside still investigating every nook and cranny.

“Ma'am,” an officer approaches, “we're doing what we can but these things can take a while. You know, we got a few volunteers from the neighborhood too and some statements–”

“I don't care! I want my daughter back,” you snap.

“Sorry, officer, she's just…scared,” Harlan slings his arm over your shoulders.

“Understood,” the officer says, “we're doing all we can.”

You sniffle and bury your face in your palms. This can't be real. It is and it's all on you. You wished so many times that Luna would just go away, you didn't want her, you remember that, and now that wish came true. You are a monster.

“Breathe,” Harlan coos as your breath turns shallow and suffocating, “honey, please, you needa–”

“Let me look!” You sit up, so dizzy you nearly keel over, “I wanna look for her.”

“Dear, you already did. You needa rest.”

“No, no!” You shove him away and stand, slippers slapping as you stomp around the couch, “she's my baby, I can find her! I know I will.”

“You won't help. Lloyd's already out there–” Harlan calls after you as he follows.

You hurry through the entryway and burst out the front door. You hear your father swearing as he scrambles for his shoes. The snow crunches under your thin soles as you jog past the cruisers and the uniformed figures.

You turn down the street without a thought. The streetlights flash over you, yellow, then darkness, yellow, dark…. You don't know where you're going. Maybe you want to disappear too.

You hear Harlan calling your name but he's getting further away, not closer. You slow down and cough, lungs burning. You lean on a fence post and bend to collect yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” A drawl brings you straight up.

You squint. You think it's Lloyd at first, you haven't seen him since the police got there. Andy steps into the soft hue of the lightpole.

“I… what are you doing?” You throw the question back at Andy.

“I'm a volunteer firefighter. Heard there was a missing baby so I've been helping. I'm sorry to hear about Luna. I don't know who would do this.”

You shake your head and snivel, “I don't know.”

“I know what it's like to lose a child but… I think… she's out there. It'll be okay. You'll see her again, I know it.”

“I hope,” your voice cracks and wipes your eyes as your grief spills anew, “I should go back.”

He says nothing. You back away and turn, dragging your feet down the pavement. You see the sirens lit up and the distant beans of flashlights. Suddenly, you're caught around the neck, a hand smothering your mouth.

“Do you wanna see her?” Andy whispers as you kick out, “Luna needs her mommy…” he wrestles you out of the cone of light and behind the fence, “so do I.”

You thrash, clawing at his sleeve. Your slippers fly off in your struggle as he squeezes tighter. No, it can't be him.

You were wrong. Again.

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[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 4 // Namor

Pairing: Namor x POC Reader

Warning: Spoilers

Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

"The vibranium? Doesn't it belong to Wakanda?" You asked.

"So the stories really are true. Vibranium has been sought after ever since the black panther revealed Wakanda to the world. All those countries after that one resource. And if they get their hands on it, the world will blow itself into the ground. With our forces joined together, the surface world wouldn’t stand any chance." He replied and you couldn't help the dreadful feeling in your stomach. You knew where this was going so you decided to change the subject. 

"And this world of yours, what's it like?" You quickly asked and his eyes found yours. 

"The way to my world will not be an easy one for you. The rushing water will crush every bone in your body and leave you mangled for the underwater creatures to consume you." He explained and for the first time you had fear in your eyes. "So you need a suit. You can borrow ours." He said with a grin and you felt yourself release the breath you didn't know you were holding. You followed behind him as he led you to the suit that was on the wall. You recognize it as the one the divers were using at the vibranium site. Two of his followers helped you into the suit as he walked waist deep into the water. 

You slowly followed behind as he dived into the depths before as you floated after him. You noticed the tube-like shape and turned to look at Namor with an unsure frown. 

"You want me to jump in that?" Instead of giving you an answer he pushed you into the current leaving you screaming in fear. The current pulled you side to side as your body curved with the water up until you were in the darkness alone. Your eyes scanned around you in fear that you were really alone. You nearly jumped out of your skin as a whale swam by with Namor on its back. 

"Did I scare you little one?" He laughed and you couldn't help how your face heated up. 

"It's Y/N." You reminded him as he swam back to you before urging you forward. "Do not push me into another current. Your people don't seem to believe in giving warnings."

"You have nothing to worry about, Y/N" He once again swam off and you followed in time to see his world with your own eyes. "This is Talokan."

Your eyes scanned your surroundings as there was an entire palace under the ocean. The people communicating, the kids playing games with a soccer ball. Doing everything the people on the surface do but underwater. They all seemed so happy. Living their lives without a care in the world. How they greet each other with a hand gesture, just like Wakanda. Interrupting your gaze a small child swam up to you to show a toy they were playing with with a large smile on his face. You smiled back before placing your hands together and making a spin motion with your finger, causing a small green sphere filled with water to manifest. The child clapped their hands before you swam further to catch up with Namor. Lastly you approached a bigger temple that began to open. A huge ball of light started to ascend showering the people of Talokan in underwater sunlight. You were amazed at the sight. This city was thriving. Hidden from the outside world.

"It's all made of vibranium?" You asked and he gave a nod.

"I made it possible to bring the sun to my people." He smiled as he stared up at the underwater sun. "This is what I'm protecting." 

You couldn't help but feel where his anger rages from. But part of you can feel the determination to protect radiating from his heart. This isn’t good. There’s no way Wakanda will agree to take on the surface world. Not after the death of their king. You stared down at the ocean beneath you before he opted to take you back to the cave. You agreed and the two of you swam back to where you came from. Or floated in your predicament. When you arrived there was a change of clothes laid for you, sprawled across where you sat before. 

"I'll give you time to change. Namora will bring you to me when you are done." Namor said before disappearing through the doorway. You stared in the space he once was before shaking your head, to break yourself out of the trance. You quickly changed before putting your hair in a single puff at the top of your head. You looked up to see Namora approaching you with warning eyes. 

"You can chill with the glares. I'm not going to hurt him." You said and she turned away from you, walking in the direction Namor went off to. You quickly caught up to her and entered a small hut where Namor was sitting quietly painting on the wall. You scanned the area to see all kinds of little trinkets. 

"K'uk'ulkan." Namora greeted with a small bow as his eyes found mine. 

"Thank you Namora. You may go." He said to her and she went on her way to do whatever it is she does. 

"The clothes suit you." He mentioned and you felt your cheek heat up at his compliment. 

"Your world. It's beautiful." You told him as you stood with your hands crossed. He stood at his full height before beckoning you to sit. He once again kneeled down to your eye level before tapping your forehead. 

"That thing you did earlier, how far into the past can you show others?"

"As far as when my eyes opened for the first time." He seemed more intrigued before running his finger over a beautiful bracelet with jade gems in his hand. 

"Sometimes I wonder why my mother was sad over the surface world. There's nothing but violence and bloodshed waiting there. Her sadness unfortunately killed her." He began speaking as if the two of you have known each other for ages. "What I saw was something no child should've seen." 

"I vowed to protect Talokan and its people the day they destined me to become their K'uk'ulkan. I will go through great lengths to keep that vow. Which is why I have to go to the surface tonight." He told you and you immediately tensed. 

"Why are you going to the surface? What are you planning to do?" You asked with a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"To make an alliance." He said in a flat voice.

"With Wakanda? They would never agree to it. They are in mourning." You said and he nodded with a frown. 

"I didn't expect you to agree but it is something I have to do." He said looking forward and you bit your lip. 

"Maybe they can come up with a different alternative that doesn't involve war." You suggested and he chuckled.

"If they did it wouldn't be good enough. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He said as he rose from his position and made his way to the door. 

"Namor-" you started but was cut off by the woman you now know as Namora appeared. 

"We've found a way past the river border." She told him leaving you anxious. 

"Good. Keep an eye on the little one for me." With that he was gone. Leaving me with Namora.

A/N: There's gonna be a double update today! So be on the lookout!!

A/N 2: Also some tags aren't working for some reason so if I can't get them to work next chapter I'll have to take them off :( I'd love for you guys to continue getting notified when then next chapter is up.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Bisous au Palais Garnier ~ MYG [M]

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

PAIRING: Mafia Leader! Yoongi x Assassin!Reader 

GENRE: Mafia AU, smut, includes descriptions of violence, death, some french that probably isn’t 100% correct since I haven’t spoken or taken french in like nine years, oral (f receiving) 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this!!

I just don't think I have the time this week babe. Yoongi's words echoed in your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your makeup was done to perfection to match your hair in the style you knew Yoongi loved on you. If this was going to be the only way you were going to get his attention then so be it. Dressed up to the nines in a silk-black backless ball gown, black strappy heels and a bright red lip so you could stand out just to Yoongi. The red lip was something he had picked for you months ago, telling you he couldn't wait to ruin it and rub it all over your face. The thought alone was enough to send shivers up and down your spine and have your core tingling as you rubbed your lips together making sure the lipstick was applied properly. It had to be perfect so that Yoongi knew what he had been missing out on.

"Are you ready yet? Some of us have been-" Taehyung, your best friend and Yoongi's right-hand man stood in the doorway shocked as he saw you. He'd seen you dressed up so many times but nothing compared to this, this was something you'd picked out and done all by yourself instead of having Yoongi's stylists working on you. 

"Close your mouth Tae. You'll catch flies," You winked playfully as you got up from the dressing table and began to mentally prepare yourself for the evening. Tonight there was a charity auction at one of the most famous Opera houses in Paris, Yoongi had been invited because of his name in the Mafia business world and he of course took the chance to fly out right away. Having no idea that you would follow him with a plan to finally gain his attention after weeks of him being too busy to even acknowledge your presence in the same house as him. The two of you had been together for four years in secrecy from everyone but those who worked closely with him. It was mostly because of your past that he kept you hidden, a killer assassin that never missed a shot meant that you were the most wanted woman in Seoul and most other cities and countries where you'd preformed a hit. 

"Yoongi will kill you for following him to Paris," Taehyung reminded you as you both headed out of your hotel room and down the large hallways of the grand hotel you were staying at. Just down the road from Yoongi's hotel since you didn't want to be too far away from him.

"Relax, he won't kill me. He loves me too much," You giggled as you stepped into the elevator, hitting the ground floor parking garage and staring at Taehyung who still seemed so uneasy about all of this. It hadn't taken much convincing to bring him along to Paris with you, all you did was tell him that it was himself or Jungkook and he jumped at the chance.  Mostly because he knew that Jungkook wouldn't protect you as good as he would, that and he was Yoongi's right-hand man, it was better that it was him rather than anybody else. 

"What about me? He doesn't love me that much." He half-joked, you knew he was worried about Yoongi firing him or worse and it wouldn't be the first time that Yoongi had someone killed for going against his word but technically this wasn't against his word. Yoongi hadn't directly told you not to go to the party but he didn't exactly tell you to come, you just went on your own accord.

"I'll tell him not to, he listens to me." It was true, Yoongi took everything you said as gospel which was probably a bad thing in the wrong hands but with you, it was perfectly fine. The elevator ride was silent as Taehyung ran through his head what he was going to have to do to keep his job with Yoongi while you were planning on how you were going to gain Yoongi's attention. The attendance at the Palais Garnier was well above the thousands so it was going to be hard sticking out in a crowd but you had the perfect plan.

Yoongi stared over at Namjoon as they glanced around the grand staircase entrance, Namjoon was watching out for the real reason they were there. There had been sightings of Yoongi's number one enemy, Mark Lee, in Paris all week so he took advantage of the ball tonight to fly out, using it as an excuse for you. Telling you that the ball was strictly for show purposes and he had no intentions of having fun there. If you knew the real reason he'd flown to Paris he had no doubt in his mind that you'd chain him to the basement in his mansion until the sightings had finished. Mark had been the number one enemy of Yoongi's since starting in the Mafia business. Mark was on a warpath with Yoongi doing everything in his power to ruin what Yoongi had and for no good reason. It had just been the way things were, whenever Yoongi would do something important Mark would do whatever it took to take it down. Even going as far as to try and kill Yoongi which, didn't work out too well for Mark who was now in hiding from everyone close to Yoongi.

"So far, nothing out of the ordinary," Namjoon slowed down at the end of his sentence as he saw Taehyung ascending the stairs holding your hand as you casually spoke with one another. 

"What is it? Did he show up?" Yoongi laughed cockily as he followed Namjoon's gaze, the cocky smile being wiped from his face as soon as he laid his eyes on you. Your head was thrown back in laughter as you spoke with Taehyung, even Yoongi knew Taehyung wasn't that funny. 

"What is she doing here? I thought you-"

"I told her I was busy," He confirmed what Namjoon was going to say and the both of them stared as you and Taehyung headed into the grand hall where the evening was going to go ahead. Dancing, singing, drinking and auctioning for the charity of the night. 

"Keep an eye out for Lee. I'll be inside." Yoongi growled, his eyebrows knitting together as he straightened out his blazer and began heading in the direction of you and Taehyung. He was going to keep his distance for a while, figure out what you were doing here and with Taehyung nonetheless.

"Thank you all for coming tonight, I can't even begin explaining how much this would mean to the charity to see you all here tonight," A French woman began speaking into a microphone but Yoongi drowned her out, keeping his eyes strictly on you as you and Taehyung faced one another. Did you have any idea that he was watching you? That he was even there? He felt his blood began to boil as he watched you place your hand on Taehyung's arm and lead him over to the dance floor as if you were a happy couple. The two of you lost in your own world as you span around the dance floor together. 

Taehyung felt uneasy as he wrapped his arms around your waist, slowly dancing around on the floor to the slow waltz that was being played by a live orchestra. 

"At least look like you're having fun or my plan won't work," You pouted playfully as you stared up at Taehyung, locking eyes with him as he swept you around the floor. Ignoring everyone as you danced together, your dress flowing out perfectly as though it was made in a Disney movie. 

"What do you want me to do?" Taehyung questioned as he began spinning you under his arm, bringing you so close to him your faces were inches away from one another. 

"He's found us, make it look like we're flirting?" You suggested but Taehyung shook his head while laughing at you,

"Why not?" You seemed genuinely surprised that Taehyung wouldn't do that for you and Taehyung inched closer to you. 

"Because I value my life," He whispered before spinning you back out from his arms and going back to a normal waltz, glancing over at his boss that had his eyes glued onto you. Taehyung could feel how much trouble he was going to be in when Yoongi would eventually come down and speak to you but a waitress distracted him. 

"Drink?" A waitress called out, interrupting Yoongi's line of vision as he tore his eyes away from you to accept the drink from the woman beside him. Downing the whiskey before giving her the glass back and going back to you but he'd lost the pair of you in the crowds of people that had joined you on the dance floor. 

"Don't frown too much Min, your face will freeze." The whole room seemed to fade away to Yoongi as he turned to see Mark standing behind him. A blonde girl holding onto either of his arms as they giggled wildly, probably having no idea what Mark was saying to make them giggling the way they were. Yoongi had seen this before. The girls were like groupies but for Mafia men, they would latch on to the first powerful man they saw and work their way up to the bosses where they could stay. 

"Mark. What a pleasure," Yoongi's tone dripped with sarcasm as he stared down at the smaller man that excused himself from the ladies, giving them both some cash to go and bid on whatever they saw fit. 

"It's a surprise seeing you here. The last I heard you weren't going to leave Seoul, something or...Should I say someone, had all of your time and attention?" Yoongi's heart began to race at the thought of Mark knowing about you, you were the one thing anybody could use against Yoongi. His weakness. One of the reasons he still kept your relationship hidden after all these years was because he was too afraid of someone coming after you. 

"News is, you've gone soft," Mark added as they stood together at the balcony that overlooked the dance floor, Yoongi's eyes were scanning over everybody to find you to set his mind at ease but you were nowhere to be seen. 

"Soft? No, never soft." Yoongi mumbled as he continued to scan the crowd, heart racing as Mark continued to drag on about Yoongi not being the cold-blooded leader he used to be but Yoongi wasn't listening. He was too busy trying to find you and Taehyung together, scanning over every inch of the room he could but there wasn't even a sign of you anywhere. 

"Are you alone tonight Mark? Or are the groupies keeping you company?" He turned to look at Mark who was staring at him already, all he had to do was try and keep calm. If Mark had done anything to you he would have been bragging about it by now instead of beating around the bush the way that he was.  

"The news in Seoul is, you lost your money and business...Do they know that?" Yoongi stated it loud enough for the two blondes that had begun coming back to hear and they left as soon as they heard the statement, Mark began to bite down on his cheek feeling the anger begin to bubble up in his body. 

"What makes you think I won't make a move right here?" He questioned Yoongi who simply shook his head not believing for even a minute that Mark would try something at such a publicised event, stepping closer to the man so he would whisper in his ear but Mark let out a groan as something sharp hit him in the side. 

"Because you're too chicken to try anything," You whispered to Mark as he began to fall limp in your arms, Yoongi's eyes widened as you pulled out a small knife from Mark's side and slid it into a holster that was around your thigh. 

"Tae? Sort it?" You questioned as Mark began to let out small whines as he felt the blood seeping from his side, you'd hit him where you knew he'd die almost instantaneously but it seemed as though he was putting up a fight. 

"Is there a problem?" A French guard questioned as he noticed Mark's body limping forward in Taehyung's arms, mumbling as he began to lose consciousness. 

"Pardon! Notre ami est un peu ivre," You answered in French telling the guard that you were sorry your friend had a little too much to drink, you pulled it off by staring up at the guard innocently who nodded before leaving not noticing the blood pooling around Mark's side. 

"I'll meet Joon and we'll take him out the back," Taehyung groaned as he began carrying Mark towards Namjoon that was just outside the hall. As soon as you were alone Yoongi stared at you waiting for some kind of explanation but you let out an exaggerated sigh as you looked at yourself in the compact mirror, 

"I need to go and clean my cheek and hands," You whined seeing a small spot of blood on your cheek and hands as you strolled away from Yoongi who wasn't going to let you get off this easily and began following you. 

"What were you thinking?!" Yoongi cried out as you entered the small women's bathroom together, three female all turned to look at you and Yoongi with a confused expression before leaving the room hastily. Yoongi stepped closer to you as you stood at the marble countertops washing your hands of the blood as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. Doing your best not to let Yoongi get the better of you, he knew what he could do with a single stare at you and that was, have you weak the knees for him.  

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you I was busy," You rolled your eyes at him as you turned to give him your attention, 

"I took away what was making you busy. Now, will you give me attention," As soon as Yoongi heard you asking for attention he smirked at you, a giant grin taking over his face as he realised what had made you fly all the way out here for him

"Is my baby needy?" He chuckled darkly, stepping closer to you so you would step back, only you hit the countertop and realised you had nowhere else to go. 

"Can you blame me? You leave me alone for weeks and then run away to Paris without me," You pouted as Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, chuckling softly as he stared into your eyes. 

"I was here on business," He referred to Mark as business and you sighed shaking your head, 

"I took care of that business," You spoke as Yoongi carefully sat you on the edge of the marble counter and cupped your face in his hands, he knew he was supposed to be mad at you for putting yourself in danger the way you did but he couldn't stay mad at you when he knew how much he loved you. He'd been doing all of this for you, making sure Mark was out of the way once and for all so that you could finally come out in the open as a couple. 

"You could have been hurt." He was doing his best to seem more annoyed at you than he was when in reality he was impressed with how smoothly you had gotten rid of Mark and he shouldn't have expected less. 

"I'm an assassin, we take care of business quick and easy." The nonchalant attitude you were putting across only seemed to turn Yoongi on more until he couldn't resist it anymore. He ran his thumb over your lips and you smirked knowing that you had him in the palm of your hand, 

"You wore my colour," He whispered happily as he lent forward, your lips centimeters away from each other as you nodded your head. Eyes fluttering shut as you waited for him to kiss you, 

"I did." You whispered before he finally crashed his lips against yours, the fire spread throughout your body and you smirked against his lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you dragged him closer to you not wanting the kiss to end. 

"You look breathtaking tonight, did you wear this for me?" Yoongi whispered against your neck as his hands carefully ran over the silk fabric you were wearing, causing you to hiss out as he rose the fabric up to expose your bare core. A disapproving look took over his face as soon as he saw that you were bare underneath, 

"What?" You questioned as innocently as you could, 

"If I wore underwear it would ruin the effect of the silk," Another innocent look stared back at Yoongi when he knew far too well that your actions weren't as innocent as they seemed. 

"My dirty little girl," He hummed as he began kissing down your exposed neck, collarbone until he knelt down on the floor in front of the countertops, face to face with your core as he licked his lips slowly. 

"Look at you, already dripping and I haven't touched you yet," He cooed as he ran one finger between your folds, slicking his finger up with your juices. The smallest touch from him making you hiss out in pleasure,

"Has it been that long? Just so desperate for any kind of touch?" He cocked his eyebrow up as he placed a small kiss on your left thigh and another on your right. 

"Too long," You whispered in an annoyed tone only making Yoongi smirk more as he moved forward. Blowing cold air against your throbbing clit making you whine out at him, staring at him with pleading eyes as you waited for him to do something to you. 

Without warning Yoongi leant forward to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking on your clit as he attached himself to you. 

"Shit! Y-Yoongi!" You cried out, throwing your head back against the mirror as he began to moan against you, 

"Taste even better than I remember," He chuckled as he began to slide his tongue through your folds a few times before attaching himself to your clit once again. 

"Oh fuck," You cried out as you began to edge yourself to the edge of the counter to get closer to him not wanting him to leave your core alone. He smirked against your pussy, lifting one leg over his shoulder and pushing himself closer to you. The intensity began to build as he added a finger into you, humming out about how tight you were around his finger. Your head began to race with thoughts of someone walking in on you, it was a public bathroom, after all, anybody could walk into the room and catch you together like this but that only seemed to bring you closer to your edge. 

"Don't stop!" You moaned out, threading your fingers into his hair as you rolled your head back again bucking your hips to get closer to Yoongi.

"Cum for me princess," He said as he added a second finger into you, his tongue lapping up all your juices as you began breathing heavy and moaning out his name. Yoongi smirked against your core, proud that you were being this loud despite being in such an open area, 

"Cum on my tongue baby," He urged as he pulled you into him, gripping onto your ass as he sucked on your clit harshly. The sounds of your moans and wetness filled the air until you exploded. Throwing your head back against the glass so hard Yoongi was worried you would hurt yourself but he didn't stop eating you out once. Smirking as you mewled out his name, beads of sweat dripping down your head as you filled the room with desperate moans and whines. 

Yoongi stepped away from you as he stood up straight, wiping the corners of his mouth as he smirked at you. 

"W-Where are you going?" You panted as he walked towards the exit of the bathroom, 

"My hotel room, come on dove. You're coming too." He chuckled darkly as an excited expression took over your face. Your eyes lighting up as you got down from the counter and felt your juices run down your thighs.

"I'll let Taehyung and Joonie know I took you and not to come to my room tonight," He linked his hands with yours and began leading you out of the bathroom ignoring the dirty looks you were getting from women outside of the door. All of them had been waiting for you to finish so they could head inside, embarrassment began to take over your body as you realised they'd all heard what was happening in there but that didn't stop you feeling needy for Yoongi and his cock. You simply began to walk faster, pulling Yoongi in the direction of the exit as you could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second.

As soon as you were in Yoongi's hotel room he ripped the silk fabric away from your body exposing yourself to him. He smirked as you didn't hide your body from him, only kissing him and attempting to get him out of his clothes as fast as he'd gotten you out of yours. 

"So hungry for me today," He praised as he began kissing down your neck, biting down on your skin as he pushed you back onto the mattress in the hotel room. You bounced a little as you stared up at him, watching as he slowly began to unbutton every button on the white shirt before exposing his body to you. Biting down on your lip you reached out to run your finger along his skin, smiling in awe as he let out a small hiss at the contact. It was nice to know that he had missed you almost as much as you had missed him. 

"Need you," You mewled out as you ran your hand down to your core, rubbing your clit as you stared at him. Your fingers never able to do come close to what he felt like on you but you knew how much he hated to see you touch yourself. He swatted your hand away. Replacing your fingers with his own as he took in a sharp intake of breath, 

"So wet for me again, such a good girl." You moved further back on the bed so he could kneel down on the mattress in front of you. He ran the tip of his cock over your folds and moaned out at how wet you were for him as he continued to coat his cock in your juices. 

"Ready?" He questioned as he looked down into your eyes, aligning his cock at your entrance pushing his hips forward as soon as you nodded. You cried out in pain mixed with ecstasy, it had been so long since you had him inside of you. Your hands reached out desperately to the sheets as you clutched them in your hands, moaning out his name as you closed your eyes tightly. 

"So fucking tight," He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you only to roughly push back into you the next second, the feeling of having his cock inside of you sent your mind racing. 

Once you were adjusted to him he began to move vigorously in and out of you, moaning out whenever your walls would grip him tightly as if he was made to be inside of you. 

"Missed you so much," You whimpered out as you brought him down into a kiss. His hips beginning to move in cyclical motions as he fucked into you. Each of his thrusts making you cry out louder than the other as they built up your orgasm. 

"I missed you too baby, tell me...How does it feel?" You whined out as you tried to form words but it was as if you were losing the ability to speak thanks to the pleasure he was giving to you. 

"G-Good," Was all you could manage to process as your mind clouded with desperation to cum around him once again. Your head was empty with nothing but the thought of cumming and him filling you up as he continued to fuck into you. 

"Cute, you lost all the ability to speak properly." He scoffed as he continued to ram into your cunt, getting rougher with each thrust making you scream out in pleasure. 

"I want you to cum all over my cock princess," He whispered in your ear as he pounded into you, grunting and groaning into your ear as he did so. His balls slapping against your ass as you let out loud cries of pleasure moaning out his name as he continued to fuck into you. 

"Cum." He barked in your ear and as if under voice control by him and him alone you came around him. Digging your nails into his back as Yoongi fucked you through your orgasm making it last longer as he used his thumb to rub your clit. Your hips began to buck uncontrollably as you came down from your high, letting out a loud cry as you felt him fill you up. Hot cum dripping out of you as he pulled out and sank down onto the bed beside you, you let out a protesting whine as he left you but he cuddled up beside you. Kissing your sweaty skin as he told you how much he loved you. 

"I promise that next time I'm busy, I won't leave you behind," You smiled tiredly as you let out a small hum of approval, closing your eyes as you grew more tired. 

"Rest," He whispered as he pulled the covers over you both, kissing your skin as he softly whispered to you, helping you drift off in the night. 

Groaning as you heard the door loudly being knocked on you sat up and pushed Yoongi out of the bed who in turn switched on the lights so you had to wake up with him. 

"It's 4 am," You moaned as you watched Yoongi pull on a dressing down and open the door, standing there was Taehyung and Namjoon still in their suits from earlier in the night. 

"Everything is taken care of. The rat is on its way home to Seoul where he'll be delivered to a funereal home." Yoongi nodded in approval of what Namjoon was saying before slamming the door in their faces to show he was annoyed at them for waking him up. 

"Hey, they did your work for you." You told him as he crawled back into the bed, grumbling about how he was tired and just wanted to sleep beside his girl for the night instead of being interrupted.

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[nyashykyunnie]

𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔x 𝙶𝙽!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: Wɪɴᴅʙʟᴜᴍᴇ Fᴇsᴛɪᴠᴀʟ

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When night falls, it is when the darknight hero ascends from the shadows of Monstadt. 

Dressed in a black cloak and a mask, he ruthlessly but silently slaughters the threats that dare lays it’s cold fingers towards the walls and the people inside. 

Though strong and as capable as a man of war, the darknight hero was still, simply human.

Diluc was exhausted having spent his whole day working on numerous paperworks and he doesn’t have any time to rest in the dead of the night since he still needs to do his ‘chores’.

The redhead could only heave a sigh as his black cloak fluttered in the whistle of the gentle wind. 

‘Maybe I should rest for the night’ He thought but eventually shaked it off, continuing to patrolaround the walls of Monstadt.

As the Ragnvindr footsteps quietly tapped agains the grass, his crimson eyes caught sight of another figure brushing it’s hands across the cold bricks.

Diluc felt relieved to see it was just another one of the Monstadt people going out from the festival.

His crimson orbs wandered towards the other, watching the person continously get lost in their daze.

Eyelashes carefully shut tight but glistened to what seems like a smile. The invisible grin was bright yet meek, radiant yet humble, almost like a small flower finally opening. It was serenely beautiful, maybe a little blinding at some point.

‘Diluc... What are you doing?’ His mind knocked furiously, yet the redheaded man was too captivated at the sight of the other. He felt like he was somehow floating in mid-air.

He had always kept his distance, keeping himself separated amongst everyone. It’s not that he hated anyone, nor does he not care- He just protected and cared for them all silently. But who would’ve thought that his hushed actions would eventually turn into a blade that striked him where he was weakest.

Since then, Diluc had built himself his own cacoon. The silk encircled him again and again until there wasn’t even a single ray of light coming through. He held his feelings deep within his heart where only he knows what troubles it.

But seeing this person who he had never seen nor know before- Made him feel as if were the glorious coming of the spring. He felt as if he was watching a view in which the other was encircled by ceaselessly falling petals. 

‘Just this once, I’ll be careless’ And so, he stepped out of the shadow he was sheltering on, making his presence felt by the other. 

You were startled by the sudden appearance of the cloaked man but Diluc just stood a good 20 steps back in order not to further alarm you.

“Are you... The darknight hero?” You asked yet he didn’t give you a reply. Instead, he slowly walked towards you calmly. “Uhm?”

The darknight hero held out his hand, keeping his eyes on you although it was hidden beind his mask. You were dumbfounded, why would he be holding your hand out?

“May I take this dance?” His monotone and deep voice gently asked you.

You were taken aback, blinking curiously at him.

His hand was still, not inching closer or farther. He waited, as if he was a groom waiting for his bride who was walking down the aisle. 

You took his hand, and he pulled you in carefully. His large hand entangled with yours, a hold firm and strong yet felt as if it was a loving caress. 

His free hand encircled your small waist. Diluc waited for the music that was coming from inside Monstadt. When he heard the melody that he wanted, he started to sway you in. 

He is a noble, dancing like this is naturally one of his skills. Diluc was benign, swaying you carefully.

It doesn’t matter if you accidentally step on him or trip every once in a while. He’ll catch you and just tenderly smile at you. 

Diluc will take it slow, as slow as it can be until you are able to get comfortable. 

However, if slow for too long he’ll get impatient and Diluc will discreetly pick up the pace.

You felt as light as feather with the male softly spinning you around.

It felt like a fairytale made into reality, but even better. He was more than well versed than this and it made you feel as if you were in a fairytale.

Diluc's eyes drilled into you, but not in a way that made you feel like you wanted to run away. No, in fact, his gaze made you feel absolutely safe and protected.

He leaned forward, circling his hands on your waist and lifted you up. He twirled you around, your back facing against the illuminating moon.

He smiled a small grin, placing you back down on the ground.

"You should head back now, it's not safe wandering around all alone" He then propped down on one knee, taking your hand and softly carressing the back of it. "Until we meet again"

Diluc said before leaving you behind.

It's been two days since, people coming in and out of the tavern even noticed how the stoic owner of the Dawn Winery has his mood improved.

Diluc even sometimes fail to hide the small smile curling up on his lips whenever he recalls the fleeting memory of dancing with you on that night.

He was just finishing up drying the wine glasses until he heard the door of of Angel's Share creak open.

"I do apologize, it's closing time." Diluc nonlachant voice said.

"Mn? Is Mr Darknight hero that excited to do his nightly chores?" His red eyes then looked up to who it was.

"Darknight Hero? Interesting name, but I dont know what you're talking about." He waved it off.

"Master Diluc, no one in Monstadt has the same fluffy red hair like you who is not a hilichurl" You chuckle "And I doubt any hilichurl can dance as romantically as you"

"Hilichurl?..."Diluc dumbfoundedly looks at you. "I guess I cant hide now?..."

'Hilichurl? What?'

Nevermind, he shakes his head and proceeds to exit from being behind the counter. He walks towards you and gets down on one knee, just like he did when he bid you farewell as the darknight hero.

"Then may I kindly ask you to keep my secret just between you and me?" He softly asked you, caressing his warm lips at the back of your hand. "I'll treat you with a free drink after..."

His eyes then trailed to yours, locking them in place. "I entertain you for another dance.

You chuckle in delight, "Take Me Away, Darknight Hero"

Diluc stood up, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

Once more, he will sway you around as if you both were dancing in the field of dandelions.

a/N:Feel free to say how much I failed in potraying Diluc please- I wanna cry now jksaskgfh. This idea has been with me and I’m glad I am able to let it out. 

@araglia Captain Kaeya please send this Momma hnnnn. And Pretty captain, ur not gonna lose to Pyro Captain are u?? If u wanna dance with someone can I pretty please be that someone i-if you’d like eheh 👉👈

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[amiedala]

Something More (the mandalorian x reader)

CHAPTER 3: TO TRUST

Rated: Explicit (not this chapter, but future chapters will be)

Warnings: descriptions of violence

Summary: “What…” he starts.

“You got hit—” you interrupt.

“…Are you wearing?” Mando finishes, and your cheeks flush, looking down at his giant shirt you never changed out of.

“I was—when you called, I was in the fresher,” you say, scooting slightly closer to him, resting on both knees. “I didn’t have time to put anything else on before you told me to hide.”

“Oh,” he sighs, and then he’s pushing himself off the floor despite literally every single warning you spurt at him, and finally, he’s up against the same wall you’re leaning against. The space is small, small enough that two people would be pushing it, and the fact that one of those people is much larger than the other and in giant beskar armor means that your forehead is almost flush against the visor when he turns his head into you. Your breath catches in your chest. It’s not lost on you that in the heat of the moment, you didn’t run. You ignored where you were, and you forged on to save him. That didn’t happen the last time you were on this planet and the fact that belonging to something—to someone—was enough to push past the fear and do it anyway sung inside you.

The baby is in your face. You startle awake to a sea of green. He babbles as you jolt up, clapping his tiny hands together in celebration. He’s all swaddled up in his own robes, but he’s so much warmer than you are, and you groan as he hops up against you, fingers beating around your arm as you bring him in closer to your chest, hoping to leech off his warmth. Slowly, painfully, you push yourself off the ground and push on your neck to make it crack, the pain shooting up behind your eyes like starfire. You don’t want to see what shape your belly’s in.

“Good morning,” you slur through sleep, as the baby giggles and pushes into you. You just stay there, half awake, slouched against the wall of the ship, when suddenly the baby is being plucked from your arms and you’re staring into beskar.

It’s not lost on you that you’re at eye level with the Mandalorian’s crotch, and while you try your hardest to not let your gaze linger there in an obvious way, your eyes stutter once or twice looking up to where the helmet is.

“You’re awake.”

“Barely.”

He kneels so that you’re almost at eye level, and he’s dangerously close to you again. You feel your cheeks flush, the rush low in your belly, deeper than your injury, deep down somewhere warm.

“I need to see you.”

“Huh?” You manage, and hope it’s not as croaky as it seems.

“Your stomach. I need to make sure you don’t need a shot or to get checked out by a professional.”

You nod as his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, going slow, giving you a chance to stop him if you want. You want to sit on your hands and just let him take it all the way off, but you try to focus your brain elsewhere. Literally anywhere else. You fail. His hands are just as large as last night.

“You’re telling me you’re not a professional?”

“I know how to take care of injuries. I mean… a nurse droid, or something.”

“Last time I checked, this was an injury,” you pressed, a smile breaking out of your face faster than you can control it. “And you hate droids.”

“The injuries I usually take care of are my own. I can gauge how bad the pain is, how deep the cut goes. I’m not inside you,” he says, and it’s so fast that you think you imagined it, “so I can’t tell how bad it is.”

You blink at him, stunned into silence. Your heart is so loud and fast you’re terrified he can hear it. In the background, the baby is staring at you with his giant, magic eyes, and you know he can hear it, the little womp rat, the way he’s smiling at you. “Not bad.”

The Mandalorian taps your stomach, not enough to really hurt you, but enough to startle the bruise. You wince. “Bad,” he says, simply, point proven.

You let him check you out and argue about how it wasn’t that bruised, and it ached but you could move, and finally, very begrudgingly, he let you stand. You tried to gesture him up the ladder to the cockpit, but he shook his head, arms crossed.

“You first.”

You squint at him, shocked by his brazenness, shocked that he’s insinuating watching below you as you ascend the ladder, and your tummy does full back flips before you realize that he’s probably waiting to make sure you have enough working muscles in your abdomen to keep yourself upwards as you climb. You’re thankful you’re going up first, now, with the way you’re blushing again.

The ladder is a beast, but you’re up, and you’re not hurting that bad, so you make your way over to the chair where you usually hold the baby and fall into it. The ship is hurtling through hyperspace, smoother than the X-Wing did, but still shakily, and you have to avert your eyes from the rush of it because it’s starting to make you dizzy. Something brushes your leg, and you realize it’s the Mandalorian’s cape, worn and tattered, but fluttering past you even in the cockpit, and you bring a knee to your aching chest to hide your smile as he breezes past you to the pilot’s seat.

“Are you hungry?”

You can’t tell who he’s talking to until the baby looks at you, bug-eyed and questioning. “Not really.”

“You need to eat something.”

“I will. I can’t eat too soon after I wake up or I get sick. I don’t think vomiting would do my stomach any favors.”

He cocks his helmet back at you and you smile again, jutting your chin into your hand. He’s silent, but it isn’t an unsettling one. After sleeping a foot from him last night, you don’t think his silence will ever make you feel unsettled or uneasy again. It’s just there, permeating, surrounding both of you. You want to ask him a million things, and you don’t know which one to pick, but you also don’t want to force anything through the quiet.

It feels like hours have passed by the next time you open your mouth. You want to ask him where you’re headed again, but what falls out instead is, “Do you even know my name?”

He looks back at you, swings his helmet back to center, and then spins the entire chair around instead. “What?”

“I’ve been living here for almost a month,” you realize, counting the days on your fingers. “I babysit your kid. You trust me with your ship,” you say, looking up at the stars flying past the Crest. “Do you know my name?”

He stares at you. The helmet is obscuring his vision, but you know he’s staring at you. You can feel his eyes on your face, looking how your lips are parted, your hair still piled in a mess on your head.

“Of—” he starts, and then both of you are thrown sideways. Something on the dashboard is blaring, and before you can haul yourself off the floor, the Mandalorian is extending a hand to you as he navigates the ship out of hyperspace. You scramble back to the chair and buckle in, grabbing onto the baby’s floating cradle so that he won’t get knocked around either. You want to ask if the Mandalorian needs your help, but as quickly as the ship fell into disarray, the beeping stops. Your heart is hammering.

“What was that—?”

“I forgot about the shields,” he muttered under his breath, and then you look outside the window, and you realize where you are. You swallow, looking out at the planet in front of you, wide and purple and all-encompassing. You fold your legs up under yourself, not focused on anything except where you’re headed. There’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, hungry and roaring.

“Hey,” his voice filters back in, and it’s sharp, and you look over at him, trying to look neutral. You can tell it’s not working. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell again?”

“No,” you whisper, and then repeat it louder, “No, I’m okay. I just wasn’t expecting to…be back here anytime soon.”

The Crest pulls through the planet’s atmosphere, and you breathe a sigh of relief that you aren’t anywhere close to the heart of Galactic City, that wherever the bounty’s new coordinates were, it was on the opposite side of where you had been the last time you were here. Besides, you were staying on the ship, and you didn’t have to breathe any of the air of the planet if you didn’t want to. You swallowed, and as he pulled into a landing bay, you realize the Mandalorian’s helmet is still trained on you.

“You’re not a fan,” he says. It’s not a question. “Of Coruscant.”

“No,” you say, and you don’t elaborate because you’re not sure if you can without your voice shaking.

He keeps his visor trained on you, and you try to smile, but you’re afraid it’ll come out looking more like fear. “I’ll be quick,” he says, and his voice is low, honest. It reminds you of the way he talks to the kid, not to you, but you’re too shaken by being thrown out of hyperspace and landing on the planet you almost died on to understand the significance of his cadence. “Come downstairs with me.”

You follow him, aware of his gaze on your body as you descend the ladder. In any other circumstance, you could feel it burning straight through you, but you were too focused on trying not to fall. Silently, you match his footsteps as he walks over to the armory. His body is so large, so present, that you focus on the beskar and try to keep moving. The Mandalorian pushes a lever and the armory opens, and you blink at all the metal as your eyes adjust.

“Pick one.”

Hazily, you remember he told you to pick a weapon last night, and you let your eyes survey all the glinting metal before you settle on a small blaster, one that looks like a cousin of the one you lost in your crash landing. Similar enough to be strapped to your thigh in the same belt you still have around your waist, and you fit it in there triumphantly. You give the Mandalorian a half smile, and he nods, shutting the case.

It’s dark in the Razor Crest, even in Coruscant’s glitz and glamour. You rest your head against the wall, suddenly exhausted.

“I’ll be quick,” the Mandalorian repeats after prolonged silence, after you’ve made it clear you aren’t going to say anything else. “You stay here, with the doors locked. Sleep more, if you need it.” He tosses you something, and you don’t catch it in time. You bend down to grab it, but his hand is already around it, glancing off your hand for a second too long as he presses it into your palm. “This is to be used for emergencies,” he says. You stare at it. It’s a commlink, a new, fancy one. You nod. “If… if something happens, or if…” he trails off, cocking his head at you, “if I need you to come get me, you just press this button, and you can talk to me.”

He lingers for a second longer and then descends the gangplank, and it isn’t until he’s gone that his words fully register.

If you have to come get him? That’s new.

“Hey!” you call, and you know he can’t hear you anymore, but you can’t help yourself, “what constitutes as an emergency?”

  Hours pass. One, slowly, and then two, and then three. You finally eat, you make sure the baby has too. You think about showering, but you haven’t been able to lift your arms above your head since you got your stomach bruised yesterday, so you lay spread eagled on the floor babbling halves of songs and whatever random thought runs through your head. You do everything you can to not look outside at the planet around you, to ruminate on the sleek buildings. You haven’t been on Coruscant for years, not since you were first out on your own when you were still a teenager, and you’ve tried everything in you to forget what happened the last time you were on the planet’s surface.

The baby coos at your feet, and you prop yourself up on your forearms, still sore. It doesn’t ache as much as it did this morning, and your bruises have turned this ugly yellow color around the edges, but you can flex without agony, which definitely means you’re just banged up.

“Hi bug,” you say, and he giggles, climbing up onto your sore belly, and you groan. “Hi. What’s up?”

He makes a series of noises, and you can’t understand him like his father clearly can, but you can gather the gist of what he’s saying. He’s babbling away, now pointing his tiny finger up to the ceiling, and you pretend you know exactly what he means.

“You’re absolutely right. Mhm, yep, I know. Is that true?”

He claps his hands together.

“You’re right, again, you little womp rat. Excellent point.”

He giggles.

“You’re much cuter than a womp rat, you know.” You pause. “I gotta tell you though, buddy, I don’t know what a womp rat looks like.”

He gasps, all awe. You look at him. There’s something about the kid, something magical, something that feels…elevated. You look into his big eyes, and you see yourself. You know that it’s because the things are huge, but it’s that same gnawing intuition in your belly that you had when you first met the Mandalorian, the same one that told you to crash land on Nevarro instead of trying to make it somewhere else, the same one that got you out of Coruscant the last time—you shake your head, trying to clear it from your head. You softly touch the baby’s nose, just once, and he giggles and climbs into your arms.

It doesn’t take long until you start itching for something else to do, so you peel yourself off the cockpit’s floor and start cleaning, using part of your torn shirt to dust off the dashboard and the pilot’s seat, humming ancient lullabies under your breath. You stop short when you realize you’re singing, and you double check the air locks, making sure you’re safe in here. You don’t dare to put on the radio, and you don’t sing louder than under your breath, because even though you have the new blaster strapped to your hip, the memory of yesterday is still too recent in your head. It isn’t long until you find yourself in the tiny room where the fresher is, looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time in days.

Your eyes are wild, that’s the first thing you notice. Frazzled, on edge, the kind of gleam that you used to get flying in the Alliance, but without the pride and the adrenaline. Your hair is a hot mess. You touch the lock of hair the Mandalorian pushed behind your ear last night, reverently, softly. Your shirt is ripped and stained to hell, and your necklace is hanging at a strange angle, the chain link touching the insignia, totally off kilter. You see the small blaster on your hip catch the light, and you pull it out of its hold. It’s shiny, sturdy, and much newer than the one you lost in the fire. You’ve never been a perfect shot, but the gun fits in your hand as well as the old one did, and when you hold it, you feel confident enough to know how to cock it back and pull the trigger, and you think you probably hit the target.

You look forlornly at the shower, and before you can think about how sore you are, you strip the rest of your clothes off, leaving the gun and the commlink on the small counter beside the mirror. You’re planning to be quick, just a rinse and scrubbing soap off of the leftover blood and grime from the night before, but when the water hits, it’s warm and inviting and it envelops you. You let it unfurl your messy hair from your head, let it permeate into your sore shoulders and all the way down your spine, temporarily washing away the years of nights spent sleeping in uncomfortable positions on makeshift beds. You touch your fingers over your belly, following the scar straight down to where it drifts off on the left side of your stomach. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but the bruises resist your fingers. You reach for the soap, and it’s blindly, and you don’t realize until you’ve been scrubbing for a minute that it’s very much not the subtle lavender scent you picked up a few bounties back, but the Mandalorian’s. It smells like clean wood and leather and strangely, cinnamon, that amalgamation of freshness that fades off skin slowly. You push the full bar up to your nose, and when you breathe in you can almost see it lathering into his skin, can almost feel your tongue licking clean up against it if he was in here with you—you catch yourself. Again. It’s there again, the arousal and want that had been long dormant before you ever met the Mandalorian. He’s infiltrated everything. You shake water out of your hair and think of anything else while your hands slip down the rest of your body, trying and failing to forget the way his voice got low when he found you hurt, how he touched you, how he held your throat with a singular hand—

Something is making noise, and you force yourself out of your fantasy to the sound. “Hey,” comes a disembodied voice, and your wet hand fumbles for the blaster before you realize it’s coming from the commlink. You sigh, turning off the water, tripping out of the fresher, scrambling to pick it up.

“Are you okay?”

“I need you to come get me.”

You stare at the commlink, then at your reflection in the mirror. You don’t have clothes on. Come to think of it, you don’t know if you have clothes to change into, and you’ve suddenly been promoted to getaway driver.

“Can you hear me?”

Even through the modulator, his voice is deep. You startle yourself out of your reverie.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I need a minute—”

“I’m going to give you coordinates,” the Mandalorian says, and then there’s a huge blast, and silence.

“Hey. Hey! Mando—”

“I’m here,” he says, but it’s gruff. “Dank ferrik. I’m hit. Here are the coordinates.”

You scramble out of the fresher, looking for clothes. You can’t find anything, and your bag must still be upstairs in the cockpit, so you shove open the alcove where the Mandalorian sleeps in a desperate attempt. There’s a shirt, just a shirt, but it falls to your knees and you make your compromise with the underwear you stepped out of before the shower. “I’m coming. Please hold on. Pleaaaaase hold on,” you whisper, low enough that you hope he can’t hear your wheedling, and then you’re up the ladder, your hair wet and wild, dripping on the cockpit floor.

“Do you have your blaster?”

“Um,” you say as you navigate the Crest out of the landing bay—hell, this ship doesn’t know how to move. “Yes?” You scramble down the ladder and back up again with your blaster in hand. You punch in the coordinates and let the ship go into autopilot as you scramble back down the ladder and grab the gun, wrapping your wet hair up in a towel.

“Grab the kid and put him in his cradle,” the Mandalorian says, and you do, and the wild look in the baby’s eyes makes you give him a quick kiss before you shut the crib and push him into the darkest corner.

“I’m almost here,” you say, and you can see what he was talking about. You’re still not near the hustle and bustle of Galactic City, but Coruscant has layers, each of them grittier than the last. The Mandalorian is attached to what you hope to the Maker is his quarry, lugging the conspicuous body up a hill, blasting at what looks like twenty other men. “I’m here. I’m gonna land—”

“You need to get out of sight,” he manages, and the commlink goes quiet. You do your best to land the ship—it’s not handling well at all—and then scamper down the ladder for the third time in wet feet. You grab the baby’s floating egg and your blaster, strapping the commlink to your wrist, and scrambling into the little alcove that holds the Mandalorian’s bed.

There’s a minute before he enters the ship, and everything is quiet. You huddle at the back of the chamber, the baby next to you with the blaster in your hand. Your towel has come loose and there are wet chunks of hair in your face, and you wait in the silence before he comes in. The cot is tiny, and not that comfortable, but this small space smells like his soap and the dirt he carries around, and despite it feeling lumpy in all the wrong place, you could absolutely fall asleep here, surrounded by him. It distracts you, and you hum lowly in your throat before you hear the hiss of the gangplank and you swallow all the air.

You’ve been seen by bounties before, they’ve made comments about you, and then they’ve been frozen in carbonite. A few looked dangerous, a few were just creepy, but the Mandalorian always let you handle yourself around them. This is the first time he’s ever told you to get out of sight, and you don’t know if it’s because the events of last night are still fresh in his mind, or because whoever he captured was dangerous. You wait with bated breath as you hear blows land, and when it’s been quiet for what you gauge is long enough before you peek out of the alcove. The Mandalorian is on the ground, and you can’t tell if he’s just resting after a fight until someone peeks back at you and you pull the trigger the second the alcove doors fly open. You rocket up on your knees, punching one arm out at a swaying body before he hits the ground, and the Mandalorian comes to. The man on the ground is livid, swinging at your bare feet, and you kick him backwards, not gracefully, but powerfully enough, and he collides with the carbonite gas, and before the Mandalorian can get to his feet, you press the button. The blue faced bounty is frozen, instantly, and you gasp in air as you sag back on the Mandalorian’s bed.

“What did I say about getting out of sight?”

“I did,” you manage, between gasps, “and then you got knocked out.”

He trains his visor on you, and you smile victoriously for a full second before you realize his hand is bloody. You follow it down to the slip in the beskar and see that there’s a nasty gash under where his hand is pressed.

“You’re hurt.” You scramble forward, grabbing the towel off your head. Your hair falls in your face, and it definitely smells like his soap, but you’re not sure if he’s conscious enough to notice. “Hey. Hey you. Mando. Stay awake.”

“’M fine,” he slurs, and you want to pull the helmet clean off his head and look into his eyes when you tell him to shut up.

“Definitely not fine,” you say, pulling him down to the ground with you. It’s messy, you know that much, and you know he has some bacta patches hidden around you, but you need the bleeding to stop. “Hey. Listen to me. I have to take this off,” you say, gesturing at the plate at his midriff. “You’re hit, I think it was a blast, but I need to make sure.”

“No,” he says, and you grab his visor and drop to your knees on his left side, pushing your palm flat against it.

“I’m not going to look at anything except the cut. You weren’t hit in the head, were you?”

“No,” he repeats, and you nod.

“Okay, then I’m not gonna see your face. I won’t look at anything else except the cut. But you’re losing blood, fast, and there’s definitely people shooting at the ship, and I need to make sure you’re okay before I get us the hell out of here.”

He nods. It’s small, but you catch it.

You inhale sharply when you lift the small piece of armor. He’s bleeding, but the wound is small, and you’re able to shove the towel on it to suffocate the blood while your hand flutters around in the small hold behind you until you can find ointment and the bacta patches. “Hey. Mando.” His hand finds your free wrist, and you stop investigating the ointment to look at him. “What?” you ask, your voice softer.

“Cauterize,” he manages, and you look back and forth between him and the wound, and you shake your head.

“It’s not that bad,” you promise, checking to see if the blood has started to clot around the wound. “Look, it’s gonna hurt for a few days, but the bleeding is slowing down, and I can give you this ointment and then put the bacta patch over it, and you’re going to be okay.”

He flails at your arm again, and before you can realize what you’re doing, you straddle him, one hand on his abdomen against the stifled wound, and one reaching up to touch his helmet, as lightly as you can, in some desperate attempt to soothe him, “I promise, I know when a wound needs cauterizing.” You point at your own stomach, hoping he’ll remember the scar. He nods again, and you exhale. “I swear, I’m going to fix it right now, okay?”

You pull the towel away and press the ointment into his skin. You can tell it stings, he hisses and groans through the modulator, and if you weren’t so preoccupied with trying to save his life, your brain would have fixated on the noises he was making as you straddled him. Once the bacta patch was secure and you were sure that it held, your fingers grazed over his bare skin. It was golden, soft to the touch, such a stark contrast to the shiny silver beskar exoskeleton that you stopped just for a moment to stare at it. You touched as lightly as you could, and once you were positive that he had stopped bleeding, you pulled his undershirt down and reattached the armor, sliding sideways off of him, resting against the same wall for the second time in two days.

It took a few minutes and lots of nervous babbling from the baby, but the Mandalorian finally eased himself back into consciousness, and when you heard him stir, you whipped around.

“What…” he starts.

“You got hit—” you interrupt.

“…Are you wearing?” Mando finishes, and your cheeks flush, looking down at his giant shirt you never changed out of.

“I was—when you called, I was in the fresher,” you say, scooting slightly closer to him, resting on both knees. “I didn’t have time to put anything else on before you told me to hide.”

“Oh,” he sighs, and then he’s pushing himself off the floor despite literally every single warning you spurt at him, and finally, he’s up against the same wall you’re leaning against. The space is small, small enough that two people would be pushing it, and the fact that one of those people is much larger than the other and in giant beskar armor means that your forehead is almost flush against the visor when he turns his head into you. Your breath catches in your chest. It’s not lost on you that in the heat of the moment, you didn’t run. You ignored where you were, and you forged on to save him. That didn’t happen the last time you were on this planet and the fact that belonging to something—to someone—was enough to push past the fear and do it anyway sung inside you.

“I know,” the Mandalorian says, and you inhale, hoping you didn’t just unintentionally say all of that out loud.

“What?”

He sighs, and it comes out through the modulator, but he’s not annoyed. You can tell that much through his filtered air—you know when he’s exasperated, and more and more lately, it hasn’t been directed towards you.

“Your name.”

You swallow. “Say it.”

He does. Perfectly. “It suits you. Names…Mine has only been shared once since I became a Mandalorian. I was on my deathbed, and that’s the only reason. I haven’t named the kid. He might already have one, but I don’t know it, so I don’t use it.”

You nod against the visor, your head touching his helmet. The beskar is surprisingly warm, and you pause there for a second, not wanting to move it away.

“Names don’t hold significance to me,” he whispers, and it cuts through the darkness of the hull of the ship. “I don’t need them to trust someone.”

You want to say you understand, even if you don’t entirely get it, but he sighs again and then you think he’s asleep, his helmet sliding down to the crook between your head and your shoulder. If you reached with your pinky, it could interlink with his gloved one, and you wait a few minutes to be sure he’s okay. When you hook his pinky with yours, he breathes, cinches it at the knuckle, and fades off into sleep.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Sacrifice Part 5: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: A Festival turns into a *festival* (sort of)

wc: 1.7k

tw: drinking and tomfoolery

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a/n: y'all. I have been worn out by today and just needed something fun and light to write. I will be adding a 5.5 tomorrow since I couldn't do what I wanted to do with this chapter originally. (sorry, loves) Stay tuned! See you all soon.

“Have you ever been to the Festival of Dragons?” Serena asks, wrapping herself in a black dress with silver bits of glitter scattered about.

“No,” you admit, examining your own black silk gown, and then looking down at your golden slippered feet. “What is it like?”

“Don’t spoil the best parts,” Cly warns, draping a silk shawl around her shoulders before braiding her black hair behind her ears. She gives you a wink, then turns back to the mirror, and you tilt your head at Serena.

“It’s full of food....”

“And fireworks,” Helen interjects, wiggling her mauve fingers around.

“Dancing,” Ariadne adds, and you laugh, wondering if your two left feet would make it through the night.

“Oh! And ambrosia.” Danai breathes, her eyes going wide.

“Ambrosia…” The girls sigh dreamily, and you bite your lip, waiting for someone to explain.

“Ambrosia?” you finally ask when no one says anything, and Clymenestra turns back to you, fully dressed, and proceeds to adjust your dress slightly.

“Ambrosia is the drink of the gods. But since you’re still mortal, I’m not sure that you can have any.”

“I’m sure now that she’s been spending her nights with His Holiness that he’ll allow--” Serena jabs Ariadne in the ribs at the sight of your embarrassment, and she hisses in pain.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine if that’s what he wants her to have, right, Cly?” Serena asks, and Cly nods, smiling at you.

“You’ll be fine.”

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The Festival of Dragons would be held in the realm of the God of Wind, which was a short trip by dragon ride at sunset. Gojo and Geto both waited for you all, fully in their dragon form before you got there.

Your fingers still feel sore (and your head aches terribly) from when you clutched so tightly onto Geto’s mane as he ascended, climbing into the sky with Ariadne and Danai behind you. And yes, you screamed all the way to the Sky Realm, which looked like an open-air marketplace filled to the brim with stalls of food, games, and musicians playing the same song at the same time.

“Toji won’t be attending,” Geto confirms to the group, and you all collectively let out a sigh, then disperse into the crowd eagerly. You look to Geto, who lifts his arm for you to take, and once you loop your arm around his, he leads you along the path of stalls. As you marvel at the vast array of foods, sounds, and people that look somewhat like humans - but if one were to peer closely, they would find small differences from normal human faces - your eye catches on a colorful array of bracelets, and you pull Geto in that direction without words.

“FIve strands to protect you from evil,” the man behind the wooden counter smiles, and you finger a rainbow-colored one, then turn to Geto excitedly.

“Can I get one for all of us?” you ask, and he chuckles, waving his hand at the display.

“Have your pick, my lady.” You choose six more, and then - upon realizing you have no money to pay for the things - you set the back on the counter, much to Geto’s confusion.

“I have no money,” you reply when you see his face, and he blinks twice, then whispers in your ear,

“Y/n, everything is free.” You frown and squint your eyes.

“But how…”

“I’m the Dragon God, remember? This festival is for me and my counterparts.” The stall owner seems to have tuned you both out, focusing on weaving his strings and minding his business while you two discussed the logistics of the unnecessary payment.

As you take your prizes to the next stall, the scent of something meaty catches your nose and you sniff about, which makes Geto laugh earnestly. “I think you’re smelling kamuth.”

“What’s that?” you ask, looking at the spinning wheels of meat in the booth.

“It’s a delicacy among the immortals; it’s said that this rat-like creature first crawled from the bottom of the Earth to the highest mountain in order to reach the Sky Realm.” Geto plucks a slice of meat from the wheel and presents it to you, placing it in your open mouth. “But now, it’s just a rodent we fatten up to cook for festivals.” The salty meat slides down your throat easily and you hum in delight, reaching for another piece.

“Ambrosia?” a woman offers, and as you consume another slice of kamuth, Geto secures two cups full of yellow, shimmering liquid.

“Drink it slowly,” he warns, and you take a sip of it, letting the sweetness of it wash away the salty aftertaste of the meat.

“This is delicious,” you mention before you hear two voices call out behind you.

“Suguru!” The pink-haired boy from before and a man with black hair and a red stripe over his nose appear out of the crowd, beaming at Geto with admiration.

“Yuji, Choso,” Geto begins, smiling widely. “You two look like you’ve had your fair share of ambrosia.”

“Fifteen glasses before Choso here upchucked all over the floor,” Yuji states proudly, thumbing over to the unsteady Choso, who hiccups and covers his mouth. Choso’s eyes slide your way, and when he looks at you, you feel as if he’s looking into your soul.

“A human?”

“For now,” Geto holds out his hands to stop his protests. “Toji has already--”

“There you two are,” Two hands float out of the crowd and yank on the collars of both Yuji and Choso at the same time. “I look away for one moment and you two go staggering off into the crowd like dogs without leashes.” Megumi fades into view and you watch as he drags the two off into the crowd after muttering, “Sorry about these two idiots, Your Holiness.” You bring the cup to your lips again as you watch them disappear, then swallow the ambrosia for courage.

“Shall we continue?” Geto holds out his arm again, and you take it happily.

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You had to admit, you were having so much fun watching the boat races, the dancers, and the speed-weavers that you forgot to drink your ambrosia slowly. By the time the cup is empty, you’re slightly unsteady on your feet and feeling sluggish. Geto immediately notices your slight impairment and frowns at your empty cup, gripping your arm tightly.

“Oooh,” you drawl, head tilting to the side slowly as you examine the colored lanterns around the grounds. “I want some lanterns like those,” you state. “All around the bedroom. Will you do that for me, Geto?”

“I’ll get you whatever lanterns you like, my lady,” he replies, and finds a place for the two of you to sit away from the crowd. You try to sit up straight, but your body keeps angling back slightly, so Geto has to catch you and sit you upright each time. “Y/n, do you feel tipsy?”

“I feel…” You stop to think for a second. “I feel warm and fuzzy all over, like a blanket,” you laugh, and Geto has to catch you again.

“Let’s go home,” he murmurs, and you straighten up, trying to make yourself appear more alert.

“No! The fireworks haven’t happened yet.”

“There will always be next year, my love.” You grasp his hand abruptly and tug on it once.

“But I’ll only be human for a few more weeks,” you plead, but he doesn’t look like he’ll give in. Not with that concerned look on his face.

“You’re under the influence of ambrosia; I’m taking you home, y/n,” he states, scooping to pick you up easily and walking back to the field where he landed as a dragon earlier. You watch him go to the edge of the cliff and step off, and for a second, panic sets into your bones as you scramble to see where he's gone. But a massive dragon shoots up from the edge as you peer over, landing on the grass with precision. A soft snort means “get on”, and you shakily do so, clutching onto his mane with all you had.

When you settle onto his back, he slowly begins his ascent, lifting off into the sky easily. One circle around the Sky Realm and then you’re off, speeding through clouds and air, the wind sailing past your face and making your once-tidy hair unkempt. At some point, you feel the overwhelming fear pass and you look up at the sky, reaching a hand up to touch a small cloud. Despite the cloud feeling like nothing, you contain your disappointment and yell,

“Why did you go so fast earlier? Did you want me to scream my head off?” The choppy growl Geto gives sounds like a laugh, almost, and you roll your eyes, sinking back into his mane as you descend to the palace. He shifts back into a man when you dismount, and then scoops you up again, carrying you past the front doors and to his bedroom.

“This is so romantic,” you croon jokingly as he places you back down, then begin to fiddle with your dress so you can slip into bed. But as your fingers slip on the clasps, Geto takes over, brushing your hair to the side so he can see the back of your gown. When his fingers ghost on the exposed skin, you shiver slightly. After the dress slides down your figure, you step out of it and turn to face Geto, covered only in a silk slip that reaches the top of your thighs.

Even under the influence of the drink of the gods, you don’t miss the way his eyes roam over you appreciatively; drinking in every curve, dip, and slope of your skin. His inventions are clear when he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, and you’re not sure if it’s the ambrosia or the newfound confidence that makes you bold, but your fingers drift to the tie at his waist, undoing it deftly. You walk back to the bed, Geto still pressing kisses to your skin and you the same, articles of his outer clothing being left behind in a trail leading to the large mattress. Once he’s down to his pants and those alone, he speaks softly.

“I want you to be fully sober when we…” He leaves the rest up in the air, and you pull away from him, blinking slowly.

“But--”

“I need full and enthusiastic consent,” he asserts, and you nod once, understanding his meaning.

“Then just kiss me until I fall asleep,” you counter, and he gives you a half-smile, his hands coming back up to your face and his lips pressing against yours as you sink into the pillows and sheets.

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[spookiifi]

Small Bat, Rising Moon

When a storm tears the power out of the pizza plex, Boadie meets Sun’s counterpart, Moon, for the first time.

Moon x oc

Warnings/Tags: angst to fluff, jealous/possessive Moon vibes, pet names, chaos ensues

The thunder outside clapped the lights off. The daycare was shrouded in pitch black darkness

Boa could hear Sun panicking somewhere in the daycare, and she went searching for him.

“Sunny? Where are you?” He couldn’t be far.

She felt a pair of arms snake around her waist.

Moon.

Sun had mentioned him in the past. He never answered any questions that Boadie had about his night-time counter-part.

Other than staying away and running if the lights were to go out.

“My, my... Aren’t you a cute little toy?” He laughed darkly. “A new face in the day care, I see.”

“I am not your toy,” Boadie growled, spinning to face Moon. “You’re not so scary, you know.”

Moon hummed to himself, tapping his claw on his faceplate. “Maybe so starfruit. But that doesn’t mean I can’t mess with you.” He grinned and eyed her.

Boa crossed her arms. “And what exactly-MOON!” He launched himself at her, looping his arm around her waist and took to the skies.

She instantly grabbed onto his shoulder. “Moon this is too high! Way too high! Get me down!”

“As you wish.” He loosened his grip slightly, causing Boadie to squeak at the sudden movement. The Moon cackled as she held on tighter. “You asked to get down.”

“Well, I didn’t legitimately mean it!” Boa huffed as Moon ascended to the top of the daycare’s jungle gym.

He set her down and sat on the edge of the structure. “Come here.”

Boa stood awkwardly in the middle of the platform.

“What? Do you think I’ll push you off? And here I thought Sun was the scaredy-cat.” Moon rolled his eyes

“That wasn’t funny.” She sat down cross-legged. “I’m fine right here, thanks.”

Moon’s grin faded and he shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He turned away and listened to the rain through the air vents.

Boadie broke the silence with a question. “Speaking of Sun, he refuses to talk about you, or answer any of my questions. Why is that?”

She could see Moon tense by the way he grabbed the edge of the play structure.

‘Maybe asking this question was a mistake.’ Boadie thought to herself

“I’m sorry. Forget it.” Boa stood up and started to climb down the side of the building.

“Don’t. Leave.” Moon’s hands rested in his lap now. “Please.”

Boadie paused, lifting her chin above the edge. She rested her arms on the edge of the play structure, listening intently

“He’s trying to protect you…take you,” he mumbled the last part under his breath.

Her ears tilted to the side. “I’m sorry?”

“Sun can’t have all the fun, oh no. He has no need to protect you. No way. None at all.” Moon’s eyes glowed brighter as he turned towards Boa.

“Moon, you’re scaring me.”

His body swiveled a full 180 degree angle with his face. “I can have you all to myself, my Starfruit.”

Boa raised her arms in defense as she was knocked onto her back.

Except nothing came. Instead, she felt something cold and smooth in her palm

The moment her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was holding his faceplate.

He froze on the spot, staring directly at her like before.

Boadie wasn’t sure whether he was going to keep his pursuit or get up from pinning her

But she swore Moon’s eyes softened. She moved her hand away, only for him to catch it and nuzzle into it.

“Can you feel that?” Boadie said, taking a moment to collect herself.

Moon smiled at her with half-lidded eyes. “Yes.” What sounded like a deep sigh whirred inside of him.

“Thank you…for staying.”

And the lights flashed back to life.

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So, who wants more?

#boadie bat #moon x oc #moondrop #fnaf moon #daycare attendant #security breach oc #fnaf security breach #moondrop x oc

[dadolorian]

(Diamonds and Daddies one shot) An Angel, A devil, and a Daddy ,Whiskey x F!Reader x OFC MXFXF

A/N: This is a colab fic written with @talesfromtheguild​ and omg guys you have no idea how fun this was to write and the ideas we shared  🥵 🥵

Huge thank you to her for the help and being willing to collab please go read her stuff. 

This is a CANON side story to Diamonds and Daddies

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader x OFC!

 Warning/tags: Threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) , Oral (M and F receiving) , Creampie, strap on , FXF action, MXF action, over stimulation, aftercare, rough sex, dirty talk, P in V sex, slapping, DD/LG /BDSM style relationship

Word count: 10K +  🥵

AO3 LINK -

Summary: For Jacks birthday, HoneyBee surprises him with a threesome.

Your limbs ached as you rolled over and snuggled into Jack’s bare chest, your nose pressed into the crook of his neck as you pressed lazy kisses against his skin. You could feel him start to stir in his sleep, as your soft kisses began to rouse him awake. His arms wrap around your torso, pressing you closer to him. His skin is warm beneath yours, and part of you never wants to leave the warmth and safety that he radiates. 

    “Good morning.” he says, his voice a deep rumble. The combination of loudly moaning all night long, and his sleepy morning voice made his voice a deep growl that reverberated through the air.

    “Good morning Daddy.” you reply, kissing along his jawline, early morning stubble rubbed against your skin.  

Jack finally cracks his eyes open, and tips his head downwards to look at you. He smiles softly and proudly when he sees your hair is still a mess from last night's activities, and your lips are still slightly swollen. He shifts slightly in bed, and brings his hand to cup your jaw before pulling your face towards his where he gently kisses you awake. 

You pull away from him, and he openly pouts. You laugh at him before ducking back down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He tries to follow you and your sweet kisses when you pull away again. 

“How would you feel about a threesome?” you ask him out of nowhere.

Jack’s head falls backwards onto his pillow with a deep groan as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will the naughty images his mind conjures up away. He releases a huff of air as his hands adjust their grip on your waist.     “Darlin’...” he says tilting his head to the side to look at his alarm clock. “It is 6:30 in the goddamn morning. You can’t just spring that on me.” 

“But would you be interested?”

“Babygirl, you know I don’t share.” 

“But Daddy…” 

“It ain’t gonna happen darlin’. My cock is the only cock that gets to fuck your sweet little pussy. No other man is gonna touch you.”

“But…” 

“Unless you got a girlfriend that wants to join us, the answer is no.” 

Your eyes light up - you’ve got just the friend to join the two of you in bed, but you school your expression and pout slightly, trying to steer Jack away from the conversation you’d started. 

“Okay Daddy…”

He rolls you over and onto your back with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. His hands hold onto your hips as some of his body weight crushes you. “Now, how about breakfast in bed?” he asks, licking his lips before disappearing beneath the sheets. 

* 

When Jack had said he didn’t want anything and that you didn’t need to get him anything for his Birthday you felt bad. You had wanted to get him something, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of a single thing your man could want, need or desire. Additionally, if Jack truly did want something, he could buy it himself. He was a grown man who could provide more than enough for himself - and you. Your monthly allowance was generous at most, and all the gifts and dates Jack took you on… he spoiled you rotten. 

But then you recalled that silly little conversation you had with him one morning after a long night, and you suddenly knew what you wanted to get Jack for his birthday, and you knew exactly who to call to help you out. 

It hadn’t taken much to convince your good friend Taylor to join in on your plan. In fact, Taylor was on board before you even finished asking your question. When she had agreed, you explained to her how Jack liked things - your relationship was heavily based in DD/LG roleplay, and he liked being able to feel all of you without a condom on. 

Taylor wasn’t surprised at this information - she’d been on the Sugar Baby app you used for years, and had been with many daddy’s, and baby’s, and had been a part of many, many fantasies. Getting to join you with your Daddy was something Taylor was looking forward to. She was curious about your himDaddy, what with you constantly talking about him and how great he treated you, and how well he fucked you. To say she was curious about him was an understatement. 

After she had agreed to yours and Jack’s terms, you made sure to get everything in order. You had Taylor tested to double check she was clean, she was already on birth control so you didn’t have to worry about that, and finally you took her shopping. You were going to go all out on lingerie for Jack’s birthday - after all your Daddy deserved the best. 

When you had arrived at the fancy lingerie store, you were greeted by Amy, one of the sales associates that had been a good friend of yours and always knew what to put you in to make Jack drool. 

“What are we going for today?” Amy asked with a coy smile. She had been a Sugar Mama long ago, and knew what suited you and your Daddy’s tastes. 

“We’re just browsing today. Birthday surprise.” you’d told her. 

Amy winks at you, and tells you to call for her if you need her help before she slips away to help another customer. Together, you and Taylor walk through the lingerie store, browsing for something that Jack would like to see the two of you in. It feels like you wander the whole store and find nothing that feels right to wear as a gift for Jack. 

With a dejected sigh, you look over the tops of the racks for Taylor’s dark head of hair, before you spot  her on the other side of the boutique. You weave your way through the racks before you come to stand beside her. 

“What about these?” she suggests, her hand running over a vibrant red silk bra and matching panties set. Your hand reaches out to run over the material, and you’re surprised at how soft it feels under your fingertips. Your head cocks to one side as your eyes land on a separate yet similar looking set just a foot away, and an idea sparks inside your head, remembering one of Jack's favorite kinks to explore with you. Stepping away from Taylor as she grabs the red silk number, you reach outwards and grab onto the set that caught your eye. You spin around with a devious little smirk on your face as you reveal what caught your eye to Taylor. Her own wicked smirk bloomed across her face as she eyed the lingerie in your hands. 

“Oh you little devil.” she teases you. 

“You’re the devil,” you teased back, sauntering off to find some accessories that would really finish the look off. 

Jack was in for one hell of a birthday surprise.

*

When Jack stepped inside his apartment, and dropped his keys on the hallway table, he didn’t notice the trail of rose petals leading further into his home at first. He only noticed the silence that greeted him.  By now his Honey Bee should have been leaping into his arms, as you always did when you heard him return home from a long day at work.             Curious, he took off deeper into the apartment, not finding you in the lounge and kitchen, he knew you had something planned for his birthday, so to not have you jumping on him the second he got home concerned him. There was no way you would go out at this time, surely? You knew not to head out without telling him. He was extremely protective of you and you’d be punished if you didn’t follow the rules.  As he neared the stairs, ready to search the bedroom, he finally noticed the petals. He chastised himself in his head, how a secret agent didn’t notice something so obvious in his own home was beyond him.     The annoyance he felt at his lack of observational skills was quickly overruled by a growing heat in his stomach as it clicked in his mind as to what the petals could mean.     He had no idea what you were planning, but he was excited nonetheless, all he knew was his precious little baby had a surprise for him, and that was all he needed to know. He slowly ascended the stairs, undoing his tie and throwing his jacket to the side as he walked. He followed the trail with his eyes, his smile and cock growing as his eyes were led up to the bedroom door. He paused at the door, hearing some soft, muffled moaning coming from the other side. He growled to himself, picturing you lying on the bed, legs spread wide, pleasuring yourself, as much as the idea got him hot and bothered, you knew the rules, and pleasuring yourself without his permission was a sure fire way to earn his ire. He didn’t bother knocking, intent on catching you in the act, and it was his home and his bedroom after all, instead he opened the door slowly, and let his eyes follow the petals right up to your shared bed. His eyes widened in surprise and lust at the downright sin before him.           His precious, innocent little girl laid out on the bed, wearing nothing but a frilly little white get up, that sight just by itself would be one to instantly make him hard. But no, you weren’t alone. 

Your hands clung to the hips of a woman he had never seen before, the two of you seemed unfazed by his presence, too distracted by each other's tongues as you kissed one another.

The strange woman, who was wearing a matching outfit to yours in red, opened her eyes and looked over to him, she smiled into the kiss, keeping eye contact with him she started trailing her hand from its place on your hip to between your legs, making you moan loudly. 

That made him snap out of his daze finally, he growled and strode towards the bed, stopping at the foot to watch you two more closely. 

“I don’t think this is what good girls do, ain't that right Honey Bee?” he rumbled hungily. 

You jumped, truly having been too distracted by Taylor to notice Jack come in. Your lips left hers and you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes at him, trying to feign innocence. 

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, caught. “We were just-”

“No excuses,” he cut you off. A large hand trailed up the length of your body, stopping at your chest. Firmly, he pushed you onto your back, his eyes trailed down your body to take a good look at what you were wearing. A new set he noted, as his fingers traced the edges, white and frilly, just how he liked it, with fluffy angel wings and a matching halo to really finish the look off.  He leant over you, kneeling between your legs and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, he peppered it with teasing kisses before wandering up to your mouth.

His lips ghosted above yours, you could feel the heat of his mouth on your kiss swollen lips,, he was so close, but as you leant up to kiss him he pulled away enough to stay out of your reach. 

“I come home, after a long, hard day at work, all I want to do is spend some quality alone time with my Honey Bee, on my birthday, instead, here I find you, breaking my rules, playing with a friend you didn't even ask me if you could invite over,  and making excuses?” 

He slapped your thigh before straightening up, eyes now focused on Taylor who had been patiently waiting beside you. 

“Now, who might you be Gorgeous? “ he asked,  his voice softening and letting his gaze wander over her form, admiring the matching outfit she wore, red, with little devil wings and tail in place of your halo and wings. 

“Taylor, Daddy,” she purred, stretching out on the bed, a playful smile gracing her red painted lips. 

“Taylor,” he repeated, trying it out. As much as he tried to keep the stern facade up, he couldn’t help mirroring her smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, although I would have much preferred it if we could have met when I wasn’t upset with my Baby.” He emphasised his point by slapping your thigh again, rubbing it soothingly straight away and ignoring your startled cry. 

“I-i was trying to surprise you, for your birthday Daddy,” you mewled, whimpering again when he glared down at you. 

“Surprise me you did Honey Bee, but that don’t mean you have permission to break Daddy’s rules,” his fingers danced over your covered core, tutting when he found you wet. “Getting yourself all worked up without Daddy’s permission? I’m disappointed Honey Bee.” 

“B-but that was Taylor-” 

He cut you off with a hard slap to your covered pussy.

“Don’t you blame your friend when you’re the one who invited her and started playing with her!” He snarled. “You know the rules!” 

He turned to Taylor again with a sigh. “I’m sorry you have to see this Gorgeous, I think I’ve been spoiling my Honey Bee too much if she thinks she can behave like this.” His eyes didn't leave her face, but he began rubbing up and down your core as he continued to speak to her, ignoring your pleas and mewls as you writhed between his touch. “I want you to know I ain’t blaming you for her behaviour, you’re a guest in this house and I don’t expect you to know all the rules, but I do expect her to follow them.” 

He leant forward towards her, until his nose was touching hers. 

“Can you be a good girl for me and tell me who’s idea it was to start playing?” 

Taylor swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yes Daddy, it was me, it was my idea,” she admitted. 

Jack hummed and closed the small gap between them, locking his lips to hers. 

Taylor moaned and you whined, jealous of the attention and praise your Daddy was giving her. 

Jack broke the kiss , giving her one last peck. “Thank you for being truthful with my Darlin, instead of pushing the blame onto someone else like a bad girl,” his gaze drifted back to you as his sentence ended with a growl. “What are you whining for huh?” 

You pouted up at him, refusing to answer. 

“Quit being a brat and answer the question Honey Bee,” he warned. 

“I want a kiss too,” you sniveled. 

“Good girls get kisses.”

“But Taylor just admitted she started it!” You whined. 

“We aint going over this again Honey Bee, you know the rules, she doesn’t. She’s a guest in this house and she told me the truth, so she gets a kiss.” 

You huffed and crossed your arms, turning your head away from him in annoyance. 

“I really do spoil you too much Honey Bee,” he sighed, pulling you up into a sitting position. “One kiss, you get one,” he said sternly, finger raised in warning before dipping his head to finally kiss you. 

You moaned, your perfectly manicured fingers raking through his hair as you attempted to deepen the kiss. If you only got one you were determined to make sure it was a good one. Normally Jack loved to tease you with his tongue as you kissed, but he denied you entrance as you tried to deepen it. He growled, warning you as you attempted to push your tongue past his lips for a third time. He pulled away from you far too quickly. “Sit up on the bed, both of you,” he ordered, hands trailing up and down your back. 

You nipped at his jaw, ignoring the instruction and kissing your way down his neck, making little marks appear on his skin, as Taylor moved to sit on the bed like he asked the two of you to do. 

“Angel…” Jack’s voice drops low, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “My little devil is behaving better than you are right now. I think she deserves all the rewards you were going to get tonight.”

You pulled away from him just slightly to stare up at him, with big doe eyes. Jack’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared down at you, and your innocent expression. Both of his hands came to cup the side of your face as he pressed a single chaste kiss to your lips. 

“That look won’t work on me sweetheart. You’ve been a brat since I stepped in the door. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” he says, his eyes staring deep into yours. 

“But... tonight is supposed to be all about you.” you said, breaking out of the bratty submissive role you’d taken on for the night. You really wanted Jack to have a good birthday, and you didn’t want to ruin it in any way. Shitty birthdays sucked, and you didn’t want Jack to remember this birthday as one you had messed up. 

“And it will be. Right now, Daddy wants to punish you for your bratty behavior.” Jack reassures you in a soft voice, telling you that everything between the two of you was okay.

Taylor sat in the middle of your shared bed, and watched the two of you as she bit her lip. It was obvious to see just how much the two of you cared for each other, how much it went beyond the dynamic the two of you had arranged and agreed to. Shifting her weight around, Taylor felt honored to share your bed for a night. What the two of you had… it was something Taylor hadn’t seen in a very long time, and she was proud to see you had found something so precious with Jack.

“Honeybee, you’re gonna sit right here,” Jack ordered you, pointing to a spot right next to Taylor on your large bed, “and you’re gonna watch as I fuck your friend with my tongue.” 

You whined at the thought of just sitting there and watching, but this was a punishment and you don’t wanna disappoint your Daddy. Positioning yourself comfortably on top of the sheets, you tucked your legs beneath your body and settled directly next to Taylor. At the foot of the bed, Jack watched patiently as you sat down and looked at him, waiting for any other instructions he might have for you. When he’s satisfied with where you’re sat, he turns his eyes to the woman casually lounging on his bed. 

“Darlin’, as good as you look in red, I bet you look better naked.” he said as he gently reached out and ran a hand upwards, letting his fingers drag over her skin from her ankle to her hip. 

His hands gripped her hips tightly, but not painfully, and dragged her down the bed slightly trying to bring her closer to him so he could reach her easier. His fingers play with the little straps on her garter belt, before hooking one finger underneath the elastic and letting it snap back against her skin. Taylor moans softly in the back of her throat as her thigh stings slightly. 

“Fuck.” Jack exhaled as he stared down at Taylor. As much as he wants to just tear her lingerie off and fuck her senselessly, Jack wants to take his time with her, wants to show his baby what happens when she breaks the rules and acts like a brat. Everything he’s going to do to Taylor is what he could have done to you instead if you hadn’t disobeyed him. 

Jack’s hands wander to the clips that hold up the garter belt, and slowly he begins to snap each elastic band against Taylor’s skin before unclipping them fully. His hands moved to the belt those straps were sewn to, and unclipped it, pulling away from her body and tossed it somewhere within the bedroom. 

You whine loudly as your eyes are glued to Jack’s hands as they roam over Taylor’s body as she mewls and hums softly at his touch. His hands ran over her ribs before coming to cup her breasts. You can see Jack’s eyes darken as he tests the weight of Taylor’s breasts in each of his hands, loving the way they feel in his palms beneath the silky red fabric they’re confined behind. Taylor’s back arches off the mattress, pressing her chest farther into Jack’s hands wanting him to touch more of her. 

“Relax sweetheart, we’ve got all night.” Jack shushes her as he pulls her bra downwards, exposing her hardened nipples to the cold air in the bedroom. 

“Daddy,” Taylor whines as Jack’s hands return to her breasts. He leans over her and takes one of her dark, pebbled nipples into his mouth as his thumb tweaks the other one. 

Jack shushes her as he lets go of her breasts and moves his hands downwards. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her scandalous panties and pulled them down her long, toned legs - legs he wants wrapped around his head as he eats her out. His cock throbs beneath his pants, aching to be touched by either of the two beautiful women in his bed. He wants to touch himself, but he can wait a little bit longer before he gives in to what he wants. 

Jack brings Taylor’s wet panties to his nose and inhales her scent. His eyes fall closed as he moans. His eyes open slowly, and when he looks at you, he smirks. “Kitten, open your mouth.” Your mouth opens a moment later, and Jack shoves Taylor’s wet panties into your mouth, gagging you. 

“There. Maybe that will shut you up for a while.” he growls. 

You taste the tang of Taylor’s arousal on your tongue as he stuffed Taylor’s panties into your open waiting mouth. To say the action doesn’t make your pussy drip would be a total lie. 

Jack turns his attention back to Taylor, drinking in the way she’s spread out for him. In the soft glow of his bedroom, he can see just how wet she is for him. Her folds glisten with her arousal, and Jack wants nothing more than to sink his cock into her. But first he has to start your punishment. 

“Don’t touch her.” Jack warns Taylor, nodding his head towards you. Taylor nods at his words. 

Jack crouches over Taylor, and brings her mouth to his, in a hot searing kiss. Jack adores how soft her plump lips are against his, but he prefers you and your kisses… if only you hadn’t been such a brat. Jack’s kisses trail down Taylor’s body, kissing every expanse of skin he can find. He draws a nipple into his mouth again and gently nips at her flesh when he pulls away, making Taylor gasp out as pain flares beneath her skin. Jack smirks against her skin as he soothes the sting of his teeth with his wet tongue before he repeats the motion on her other breast. 

His mouth travels down her sternum before stopping just above her aching pussy. His shoulders spread her legs wider as he settles at the edge of the bed, crouching down to hover above where she wants - needs him most. 

“You want this, right baby?” Jack asks Taylor, wanting another confirmation that she has fully agreed to this night with the two of you.

“Yes Daddy. Please fuck me with your tongue. Please - I wanna cum for you.” she pleads with him, her dark brown eyes locking with his. 

Jack’s mouth hovers over Taylor, as he breathes in her scent. With one hand splayed over her stomach, he uses his thumb to brush over her clit. Taylor gasps as her body jerks slightly, before calming down again as Jack continues to rub circles over her bundle of nerves. 

You shift on your knees when you begin to feel your toes falling asleep, and Jack cuts his eyes to you in warning: don’t fucking move. Your body stills instantly as you lock eyes with him. Your chest heaves as you watch him move closer to Taylor’s spread thighs. 

His tongue spears into Taylor’s pussy. He smells her. He tastes her. He devours her. His hips arch forwards and he bumps his hard clothed erection against the end of the bed where he’s knelt on the floor.

“Oh fuck babygirl.” he snarls into her, humming, not breaking away from licking into her for even a second. His nose bumps against her clit, making Taylor pant and moan and gasp his name like a prayer. His hands clawed into her thighs, his hot tongue curling and lapping up her arousal, shrewd wet sounds of his sucking tongue and mouth fill the air around you all. It’s filthy.

Taylor’s legs tremble beneath Jack’s hands, but he keeps them anchored down. His nails dig into her thighs, tugging her closer into his face. She can feel his tongue exploring every inch of her, dipping and prodding.

You smirk as you watch them together, watching as Taylor’s face pinches up in pleasure and her fingers dig and grasp at your bedspread, trying to ground herself on something. You knew how skilled Jack Daniel’s tongue was. 

Taylor’s moans fill the silence that settled over the bedroom as Jack sucks and licks into her, working her open with his tongue. Taylor can feel the damp path of cloth beneath her ass, and it only turns her on more, knowing just how aroused she is right now. She raises her head off the mattress and looks down at Jack, seeing his dark eyes gleaming up at her, watching as she writhes beneath him. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before they fly open again when Jack laps at her clit again. She can feel that pulsing energy knotting in her abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter, rushing her towards her impending orgasm. 

“Oh Daddy…” she warns breathily. Her thighs threaten to clamp down around his head, as her hands fist the sheets below her. Jack’s tongue spears into her again as his thumb rubs tight, harsh circles against her clit, driving her towards her orgasm.

“Can - Can I cum Daddy?” Taylor gasps out. Jack hums into her, not giving her an answer.

“Please Daddy! Lemme cum for you. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please.” she begs again. Jack hums against her again, the vibrations stimulating her nerves more. She feels her thighs tremble more, and before she knows it, her body arches and convulses, shuddering as her climax blindingly powers through her.

She cums violently fast and loud. Jack’s tongue never leaves her as he drinks down every drop of cum her body gives him. Her orgasm had successfully coated his mouth and chin in her arousal, he loved how her pussy drooled for him. Taylor collapses back against the cool sheets and pants heavily, trying to catch her breath and revel in the feeling of her first orgasm of the night. 

Jack licked his lips and wiped off the remainder of Taylors arousal with the back of his hand. He sighed contentedly as if he had just eaten a five star meal. 

“Now Honey Bee,” he said, turning his attention back to you for the first time since he started going down on Taylor. He pulled the soaked panties from your mouth, tossing them to the side for now.  “Can you prove to me you can behave? Prove to Daddy you can be a good girl?” 

You nodded desperately, fingers itching to relieve the burning need inside you, but not willing to risk another punishment. You did want to be a good girl for him, to make his birthday memorable, to please him. 

“Good,” he purred, a wicked grin on his face as he stood up and rounded the bed to the headboard. He started unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his undershirt, leaving his torso bare to you both. 

He settled down on the bed, back leaning up against the pillows and headboard, and beckoned the two of you over with the crook of a finger, chuckling as the two of you scrambled over to him. 

“There’s my good girls,” he praised, unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips just enough to free his aching cock. 

You pouted up at him, noting he wasn’t wearing underwear again. He caught your pout and chuckled again, giving you a cocky wink, ignoring your displeasure and teasing you further about your continuing disdain over the underwear ‘argument’ you kept having..

“Come on now Honey Bee, prove to me you can be good. Show Taylor here just how Daddy likes his cock sucked.” 

Wanting to be obedient and finally earn Jack's touch, whether it be by his hands, cock or tongue, you batted your eyelashes up at him, maintaining that eye contact he loved as you lent forward and began scattering soft, feather light kisses up and down his length. 

Your eyes stayed on Jack but you held out one hand to Taylor, who took it and allowed you to drag her closer, placing her dainty hand on Jack's balls. 

He groaned above you, head falling back into the pillows and you hummed proudly, loving how you could reduce him to a mess just as often as he made you. 

Taylor took initiative and bent forward, taking Jacks balls into her mouth at the same time you had taken his tip into your mouth, sucking and playing with your tongue. 

A flurry of curses left his mouth as he tried to suck more air in, overwhelmed by the double, startling sensation. 

“Jeesus fuck! Givin me a heart attack!” he gasped, snapping his head forward to watch the two of you intently. The visuals only added to his pleasure, two pretty girls servicing his cock, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, he wanted to cum just at that. 

You wrapped your hand around his base and began pumping him as you took him further and further into your mouth. Since your first time together, when you had struggled to take his cock any further than halfway down the two of you had spent a lot of time practicing. 

Now, now you were able to take him all the way, having spent many hours with him learning how to suppress your gag reflex enough and widen your jaw, it was still a struggle, but the moan he gave you when your lips reached his base made it all worth it. 

“That's it, there we are, you’re my good girls,” he rasped, praising the two of you as his hands grabbed the back of your heads, holding you in place as he savored the duel experience of his cock in your throat, and balls in her mouth. 

His hands trembled as he took deep breaths to ground himself, to not give into the pleasure so early into your attention. Since the moment he had opened the door to his bedroom Jack had been more aroused than he could ever recall being in his entire life, not even when he was a teenager and first discovered porn could compare. 

“Honey Bee,” he moaned as the hand he had on you slowly snaked down to grip your throat. Something he loved to do every time you managed to deepthroat him was to grip you lightly, so he could feel the bulge of his cock move up and down your throat as you took him. 

You began moving for him, concentrating on breathing through your nose as he lightly choked you with both his cock and his hand, squeezing lightly every time he felt the bulge in your throat pass by his palm. 

He spread his legs wider for the two of you, giving Taylor more access to his balls as you sped up your pace. 

“Look at you Darlin,” he cooed softly at you, admiring how your mouth stretched around him, saliva leaking from your lips, coating him.

 “Your tiny little mouth can barely take me, but it feels so, so, good.”

You mewled around his length, soaking up his praise, the vibrations it caused traveled down his length, his balls tensed up and he hissed in pleasure. 

“Knew you could be a good girl for me...You’ll do anything for my cock wont cha? My perfect little cock slut.”

He always knew what to say to turn you on more, your pussy throbbed again, you wanted more than anything to make him proud, to earn the reward he always gave you after each punishment, his cock. Having it in your mouth was just further torment, reminding you just how big he was, just how well he would stretch you out. 

“I’m in heaven,” he sighed, stroking Taylors tight curls affectionately as she swirled her tongue around him, causing him to buck up into your mouth and making you gag.  

He growled as you tried to back up. “You can take it, you were made for my cock,” he encouraged, tightening his fingers around your neck to stop you from backing away. 

You calmed yourself down, trying not to struggle in his grasp, focusing on your breathing so you could take him deeper once more. 

“That's it, what good babies.”

Both you and Taylor moaned at his words of praise, his thighs shook in an effort not to keep bucking up into your mouth, his entire cock throbbed and pulsed and the moans that poured from his mouth were downright sinful. He was so lost to the feeling his head fell back again, unable to watch the two of you without blowing his load. 

You were so distracted and aroused you didn’t even register the feeling of your own hand trailing down your stomach and between your legs. Only when you let out a high pitched keen at the relief your burning core got did you realize what you had done, as your fingers pushed up against the covered folds of your pussy. Your eyes shot back up to Jack, who was now staring intently back at you.

“You better not be touching yourself Honey Bee,” he rumbled. 

You snatched your hand away and let him fall from your mouth with a pop. 

“I’m not!” you lied, throat raspy from taking his dick, and from the hand still choking you. 

His balls left Taylor’s mouth with a wet slurp as she sat up to watch the interaction. 

He groans at the loss on his cock, but is far too focused on you to complain. He drops your throat and grabs your wrists, pulling you up to him. 

He pulls your left hand up to his mouth, maintaining fierce eye contact with you as he pulls the fingers into his mouth, tasting them. His tongue plays with your fingers, it was warm and you couldn't help but imagine him using it to pleasure you. 

Satisfied he doesn’t taste your arousal on you he drops the hand and he repeats the action with your right one, he closes his eyes in pleasure at the taste, groaning as your slick coats his tongue as it teased your index and middle fingers. 

Then when realization hits him his eyes snap back open burning into yours as he growls, as much as he adores your taste, he was disappointed at you for breaking another rule. 

Your fingers fall from his mouth and he firmly pushes you away. 

“Breaking a rule? And not only that? Lying to me about it?” He sounded angry, you should be scared, but the rough timbre of his voice and heated tone only sent more arousal flooding out of you. As enraged as he sounded, you knew it would just mean more pleasure for you later on when he deemed you had learnt your lesson. 

“I’m sorry Daddy!” You pleaded, trying to crawl back to him. 

“No Honey Bee, I don't think you are!” He growled, pushing you away again, his arm looped around Taylor, bringing her flush against his torso, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Showering her with the affection he would normally reserve for you. 

“You just have to keep acting like a brat tonight! Just can’t stop showing off in front of your friend, wanting to act like a cool, big girl is that it?” His hand fisted her curls to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Ignoring you and your distress as his tongue mixed with hers. She moaned and you whimpered, missing your Daddy's kisses, he was trying to make you jealous and he was doing a damn good job of it. 

“Think you’re wearing the wrong costume,” he panted to her when they broke apart. “Think my little brat over there needs to be wearing this little Devil get up, and you need to be in that Angel one,” he murmured into the skin of her neck, showering kisses upon her skin, just the way you liked. 

He continued to ignore you, distracting himself by making out with Taylor. He pulled her into his lap properly and began grinding his hips up into hers, one hand gripped her ass and the other kneaded her breast gently.

She mewled and whimpered into the kiss, rocking her hips back onto his, his cock rubbing up against her soaked folds, with one little change in angle he would be sheathed inside her. You were mesmerised, enraptured by the image of this tip of his cock leaking, so close to pushing inside her and stretching her out. 

How you had never envied another person more in your entire life. 

You yowled like a cat in heat, trying not to rock your hips into the bedsheets to chase that far off relief, you knew you weren’t getting any anytime soon, but you were trying so hard not to anger him further and delay your pleasure even more. 

Your pathetic little whine caught his attention, dragging his gaze back to you, eyebrows raised in surprise as if he had forgotten you were even there. 

“Honey Bee,” he drawled, rolling Taylor’s nipple in his skilled fingers as he kept eye contact with you. “You’re going to sit there and watch as Taylor finishes what you started. No, don't give me that look.” He continued to glare at you as he helped Taylor widen her legs, better to take him with. He cooed at her affectionately and praised her, telling her what a good girl she was for him as he notched himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside of her. 

You glare at Taylor and Jack as you sit on the end of the bed, watching as Jack tosses his head back against the headboard as Taylor takes all of him inside her dripping pussy. Your pussy throbs between your legs, just beggin’ to be touched. You watch Jack intensely as his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes clamped firmly shut as he enjoys the warmth of Taylor’s body. Shifting slightly on the bed, your hand moves beneath your panties and your fingers brush against your clit. You will be in so much trouble if Jack catches you touching yourself right now, but the ache between your legs and the relief your fingers give you is enough to spur you on, to keep you going. Whatever punishment Jack will give you will be worth it in the end. 

You remain quiet, which feels like an impossible task, as your fingers rub circles over your clit, and lightly dip inside your folds as you gather your slick. Your breath stutters in your chest as you rub your clit faster and harder, trying to match Taylor’s pacing as she rocks her body against Jack’s. Wet slick sounds fill the air and combine with their moans as Taylor rides Jack, their bodies making the bed rock roughly. 

Sinking your fingers into your aching pussy, stretching you just slightly, you sigh happily. Your fingers could never compare to Jack’s - two of your fingers equaled one of his, and no matter how many times you tried to replicate the feeling of him inside you, it was never the same - but having something to ease the ache between your legs is a relief. 

Your legs tremble slightly as you increase your pacing, rubbing furiously against your swollen aching clit as you pump two fingers inside yourself. You can feel a tight bundle knotting and twisting in your stomach, clamping down tighter and tighter as you race towards your own orgasm. 

Glancing at Taylor, you watch as she stares at you with a hungry gaze as Jack fucks up into her.  Taylor’s body falls roughly against Jack’s thighs as she tries to drive his cock deeper inside her, desperately working towards her release. 

“Can you cum for me baby?” Jack asks, his lips trailing over her jawline.

Taylor whines, unable to answer him.

“Come on baby, answer me.” 

“I - I can. Can I cum for you Daddy? Please? Lemme soak your cock.” she begs. 

Jack’s arms wrap around her as he growls, and he uses his strength to hold her down as he cums inside her. Taylor’s moans and Jack’s growls fill the air as they both revel in their highs - Jack filling Taylor with his cum completely as Taylor clamps down tightly around him, her cum gushing out of her and running down his cock before dribbling over his balls. 

Your orgasm washes over you before you know it, and a high pitched but soft whine leaves your swollen lips as you cum around your own fingers, your cum soaking into your panties. Your eyes connect with Jack’s as you come down from your high, and you can’t even enjoy the feeling of getting to cum before you realize your mistake - you’d been too loud. 

“Honey,” Jack sighs in a disappointed but satisfied voice, “can’t you wait your fucking turn?”  He sighs again as he stares at you and the mess you’ve made of your panties.

“If you wanna cum so badly, then you’re gonna have to work for it.” Jack growls.

 Jack’s hand travels over Taylor’s arm before sliding down her back, where he cups her ass, and kneads the flesh beneath his fingers. He shakes his head disapprovingly as you pull your hand from between your legs, and stare at him with scared and innocent eyes. “Taylor and I are gonna have to punish you now babygirl. You didn’t follow the rules of your punishment.” 

Jack swats Taylor’s ass, nodding with his head for her to get off the bed, and he follows suit. When the two of them are standing, he wraps his arms around her, and hungrily kisses her, moaning against her mouth. Jack could see how a man could get addicted to her - she was sinful like the devil himself. 

“Taylor, baby, go into the closet and on the top shelf is something I need you to grab for me. Can you do that for me?” he asks her when he pulls away and draws in fresh air. 

“Of course I can do that for you Daddy,” she quickly agrees, looking over her shoulder at the door leading to his walk in closet. 

When she walks away, Jack turns to you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, Princess…” 

He moves to the end of the bed, and roughly grabs your hips. His hands move across your skin, ripping and tugging at the lingerie clinging to your body, tearing off yet another brand new set . When you are semi-bare before him, Jack wastes no time in groping your breasts before dipping his head down to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Your back arches as you shakily inhale, trying to get more of his warm mouth on your skin. His mouth leaves your breast as one of his hands grabs your wrist and brings it towards his mouth. His tongue laps over the fingers you came on, and drinks down the taste of your arousal. 

Taylor reappears by Jack’s side with a long box in her hand. Jack’s mouth and hands leave your body just as quickly as they appeared. You whine at the loss of his touch, but shut your mouth when Jack sends you a warning glare. 

“Here Daddy.” she purrs. 

“Thank you baby.” Jack says as he takes the box from Taylor and presses a kiss to her cheek. 

"Now this was for your birthday…” he said, regarding you again. “Yeah I remember that kinky little fantasy of yours...but I think this is going to be put to better use tonight." Jack explains as he opens up the box, and reveals what’s inside. 

It’s almost comical the way your eyes widen and your mouth drops open when you realize what Jack holds in his hand. Taylor smiles coyly at your reaction, buzzing with excitement as she takes the packaging from him. She pulls out the harness and slides it over her legs as she steps into it adjusting the buckle so it sits snugly against her hips. 

“Now babygirl, this here is the Royal Mustang, and from the way you’re lookin’ at it… I think you want it.” Jack teases you. Taylor’s hand wraps around the dildo, and takes it from Jack’s grasp. Her eyes lock onto yours as your eyes follow the strap on, and she licks a long, broad stripe up the fake cock before sucking on the tip just slightly, covering the silicon in her saliva. 

“Oh my god.” you breathe out. 

“God can’t help you honey.” Jack tells you. 

“How do you want us Daddy?” Taylor asks Jack. He looks away from you and wets his lips when he sees the strap connected to the harness she wears. 

“Damn you look good.” Jack breaths out. “Taylor, baby, you’re gonna fuck our little angel until she cums on that toy. And then I’m gonna fuck her before she has anytime to recover.” 

Taylor leans in and presses her lips against Jack’s before pulling away with a satisfied smile. “I like the way you think Daddy. Can I fuck her however I want?”

Your eyes dart back and forth as you watch them discuss what they’re going to do to you, like you’re not even here. A wave of arousal runs down your spine and pools between your legs at the thought of both of them fucking you silly. You’re a little nervous that your body might not be able to handle both of them with no recovery time, but you’re also excited and eager to get started. If this was your punishment for being a brat - especially when a friend joined you - then you were going to have to disobey the rules more often. 

“Turn around Honeybee.” Taylor orders you, a more dominant side of her coming out to play. Your pussy clenches at her tone, and at her words, and you blink stupidly at her for a moment. 

“Turn. Around.” she orders you again. You flip your body over, resting your weight evenly across your knees and elbows. You feel her settle behind you, the tip of the strap on rubbing through your slick folds, roughly bumping against your clit with each teasing rock of her hips. Your head drops down against the sheets as Taylor presses the head of the toy against your entrance, and slowly - oh so fucking slowly - breaks you open. 

You can’t stop the wanton cry that leaves you lips, and is muffled by the sheets below you. Taylor’s hands grip your hips, and run over the curve of your ass, before roughly pulling you flush against her hips, driving the toy deeper inside you. The Royal Mustang stretches you in ways Jack doesn’t, and it makes you pant heavily beneath Taylor. Her hands roam across your skin, and she moans when her hands snake to the front of your body where her fingers brush against your hot and swollen clit. 

“That’s it Taylor, get her nice and ready for me.” Jack purrs somewhere behind you. You can’t quite tell where he is in the room, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care either. 

You can feel yourself clenching down tightly around the toy as Taylor continues to rock her hips to your ass, refusing to draw the toy out of your pussy more than a few inches. Her fingers rub against your clit in tight circles, and you’re surprised at just how quickly your body reacts to the things she does to you, in the few short minutes she’s been inside you. 

You were getting close, the need for release building inside you more and more, until you were rocking your ass back against Taylor’s thighs, trying to chase and reach your release sooner rather than later. Taylor’s fingers press a little harder against your clit, and suddenly your orgasm blindsides you. 

You cry out, the sound you made echoes loudly around the room. Your legs shake as Taylor pulls away from you, but you have no time to catch your breath before Jack takes her place. He grips his cock, and runs it through your cum soaked folds, enjoying the way your warmth coates his length. He bumps against your clit one or twice before sinking inside of you. 

Your head drops against the sheets again as he bottoms out and gives you a second to adjust to his incredible size. Jack groans behind you, and digs his hands into your hips, trying to drive himself just a little bit deeper inside of you. 

“You’re so very wet baby. So full of your cum. I can feel it, thick and hot around me.” Jack remarks in a grunt. He pulls outwards and begins to drive into you at an almost brutal pace. 

You whine aloud like you’re slowly being slaughtered when he hits your cervix, and you’re certain you can see stars behind your closed eyes. Jack’s eyes are focused on your pussy and how it swallows his cock with such ease thanks to the orgasm you wrongfully gave yourself and the one Taylor took from you. Along with his own release and Taylor’s cum, the way he’s able to slide in and out of you so easily nearly makes his brain short circuit. Jack closes his eyes and grits his teeth - if he looks any longer at the sight below him, he’ll cum too soon. Jack fucks into you for a moment, before slowing his pace until he stops, completely sheathed inside your wet, tight heat. 

“Taylor, toss that toy in the sink in the bathroom, and then lay down in front of our little angel. She’s gonna make you cum again before she gets to.” Jack demands. 

“Don’t you wanna cum Daddy?” Taylor asks from behind you. You can hear the clink of the harness being adjusted as Taylor shimmies out of it. 

“Oh I’ll cum darlin,” he reassures her. You hear her feet pad across the floor towards the bathroom, and a second later Jack thrusts into you. “Right.” another thrust nearly makes you fall forwards on the bed, losing your balance. “Here.” 

Your pussy clamps down on him tightly at his words, and what they imply. You will never get enough of him cumming inside you, filling you up with his cock and his cum, of him making you feel full and completely satisfied like no one has ever done before. 

Taylor’s body settles in front of you, and Jack gives you time to work out how you want to eat her out. She settles against the pillows, and spreads her legs for you to settle between them. You waste no time, diving in to taste her cum and Jack’s too, savoring the way she openly cries out at your actions. Her hands grip the back of your head and tug roughly on you as you lick into her. 

Jack begins thrusting into you, each forceful push forwards, sends your face and tongue a little deeper into Taylor’s pussy. You rest all of your upper body weight on one arm, and bring the other upwards, before sinking two fingers inside Taylor. She gasps and moans loudly as your fingers press against her walls, searching blindly for that sweet spot that will get her to cum. 

As soon as you find it, she cries out, and you can feel her clamp down on your fingers as her cum gushes from her pussy and runs down your fingers and onto your hand. 

Jack slaps your ass, once and then twice as he fucks into you, his hand landing firm against your flesh. The sharp slaps he gives you makes your flesh sting, a few tears escape you, your mascara running down your face just the way Jack liked. 

Leaning down, Jack snakes a hand around your torso like Taylor had done earlier, and furiously rubs your clit. 

“Be a good girl and cum for me. Cum all over this cock and show me how sorry you are.” 

Your head swims as your body gets completely lost in your pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps through you, the feeling so powerful it feels like you’re no longer in control of your body. Jack’s thrusts slow down as he cums deep inside you, coating your walls with his seed. You can feel it in  your chest, the unending spurts of his hot, thick cum filling you completely. 

You collapse on the bed when Jack pulls out of you, and you’re certain the two of them had fucked you to within an inch of your life. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow when you wake up. Sore and very hungry.

Jack watched the two of you lay panting on the bed, clinging together as your bodies shook from the aftershocks of your orgasms. He wants nothing more than to join you on the bed, collapse and cling to the two of you, but he had a job to do. 

He had never been quite so harsh with you, sure he had been pretty physical with you when you had been a brat before, times like that usually ended up with a spanking or some other physical punishment, but he could tell this time you were much more emotionally raw from the experience, having him ignore you in favor for your friend may have been all part of the fun, but he knew you well enough now to know you needed his reassurance and care after such an intense physical and emotional session. 

He began by making sure you were both comfortable, gently pulling off the remaining fabric the two of you wore, Taylor’s fancy straps and stockings were removed and the tattered pieces you still had clinging to your form followed.

 Carefully he lifted Taylor up, ignoring the slight twinge in his back, humming to her when she snuggled up in his embrace, and carried her back up the bed to lay her down properly. 

He repeated the action with you, depositing you gently on the other side of the bed, kissing your cheek as you mewled in protest of being moved. 

“Shhh Honey bee,” he soothed. “Let Daddy take care of you.” 

He dashed to his ensuite to gather two warm wash clothes ready to clean you both up the way he did with you every time you played with him. 

Taylor purred and thanked him with a kiss, considerably more alert than you were currently.  He cleaned up your ruined mascara before moving to clean up the mess between your legs. Your over-sensitive body tried to wriggle from his efforts helplessly as he cleaned the cum covering your thighs and his seed that had begun leaking out of you . Gently he held you in place so he could make sure he cleaned you up enough to sleep comfortably. 

“Awwww Honey Bee I know, I know , you’re so sensitive,”  he soothed, brushing the hair that clung to your face from sweat out of the way with his free hand. 

He kissed his way along your jaw as he cleaned you up to distract you. Once he was satisfied with that he threw the cloths into the sink, joining the toy before he sauntered back to bed. He pulled open the bedside drawer on your side, taking out the cream he keeps there just for times like this. He popped the cap and ever so gently soothed each of the slaps he had given you, he felt a pang of guilt at your pained whimper, but he knew just how much you enjoyed it, shaking off that brief feeling. The cream was shoved back into the drawer, ready to be used the next time you needed it.

 It was too hot for sheets, Jack decided, the three of you were more than sufficient enough to warm each other up. Carefully he crawled into the middle of the bed, pulling your exhausted body to his side, resting your head on his chest as his arm held you protectively. 

He held his other arm out to Taylor in invitation, allowing her to decide if she wanted in on the affection too, he was pleased when she rolled closer to his, mirroring your position on his other side. He gave her a quick, gentle kiss.

“Thank you very much for agreeing to this tonight Taylor, it was an absolute pleasure,” he purred into her ear. She giggled as his breath tickled her. 

“You’re quite welcome, Daddy,” she hummed, snuggling into his warmth and closing her eyes. “I’ve been quite curious about the two of you for quite a while...I couldn’t quite believe her when she told me about her ‘perfect’ Daddy. But it's quite clear to me now...You’re everything she’s ever wanted.” 

Jack's heart skipped a beat at her comment, he glanced over to your sleepy form, who was looking up at him with hooded, sparkling eyes. 

You thought to keep them open, to bask in the afterglow the three of you were sharing for just a little longer.

“Baby girl, Honey Bee,” Jack hummed, kissing the top of your head. “You did so well, so well,” he buried his nose in your hairline, kissing you tenderly wherever he could reach. “This was the best birthday ever, thank you so much Darlin, no one’s ever gave me something quite so amazing.” 

You teared up, still raw and overwhelmed by his praise. 

“Really? You liked it?” Your voice cracked. 

“Darlin, Honey Bee, I loved it!” he cheered softly, reassuring you. “And not just because I got to have sex with two beautiful ladies, you clearly put so much effort into surprising me and making tonight special.” He sighs in contentment, pulling you closer so your head settled in the crook of his neck, he rested his chin on the crown of your head . “You didn’t have to, but the fact that you did, just for Ole Jack, I know I say this every time Sugar but I really feel like the luckiest man in the world with you. “ 

You felt a few tears escape you and trailing down your cheek,onto his neck. 

“I hope those are happy tears Darlin,” Jack cooked, stroking your arm tenderly. 

“They are,” Taylor sang, joining Jack's affections and rubbing your back soothingly. “You make her happy. Happier than i’ve seen her in a long time.” 

“Well, that goes ditto for me then,” Jack smiled, giving you another kiss to the top of your head. 

“Rest up girls,” he yawned. “When we wake up, we’re ordering some real unhealthy food and snuggling on the couch with a movie till you both are feelin’ better.”

Taylor lifted her chin, about to protest, knowing her, she would insist on going home so you can Jack you have some alone time.

“Nope you’re joinin’ us too Gorgeous,” Jack cut off whatever thought she was going to say. “S’ only manners that I make sure you’re taken care of too.” 

You smiled proudly, he was ever the gentleman. 

“Fine, I wont complain about that” Taylor sighed,settling back down. 

“Happy birthday Jack,” you purred before letting yourself drift off. 

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[lydias--stiles]

baby, you ain't being slick

juke | human!au + strangers | title: juice // lizzo 

He didn’t want to be here. Alas, his friends could be persuasive if they wanted to. 

After a shit day in the studio, another rejection letter from agencies all around, contrived lyrics scratched on lined paper and one sugar crash, Alex and Reggie decided to go to a karaoke bar. Of all places they could go to take the edge off, they decide on an establishment that would literally be his cause of death. Luke despised karaoke bars. Why listen to drunk people blabber lyrics they didn’t know (nor cared about) into a shitty mic at two am while sipping on an equally shitty margarita? Why torture himself with music when music itself was kicking his butt as of late? 

But then Alex told him mocking drunk people was fun and Reggie begged for a chance to sing ABBA, so Luke couldn’t refuse. He already acted like a douche enough today. 

So there he sat, on a barstool at Neon Affluenza on a Wednesday night peering into the aforementioned shitty margarita. The place recently opened and has gotten pretty good reviews, Luke quietly admitting that the vibe of the bar was pretty dope. Dark walls and black hardfloor flooring, dimmed lights and purple LED giving everyone a mysterious glow. The stage was small, as usual, with an underpaid DJ on the side playing the tracks. It was packed, loud chatter and clinking glasses overpowering the slurring words of the heavy-lidded, burly man onstage working his way through a Céline Dion track. Luke wondered for a second if the singer thought about how many people butchered her song and brought slander to her name every second of the night in all the karaoke bars all over the world. Oh well. At least she had a record deal and, you know, any significance. 

Alex sat next to him, grinning face illuminated as he texted Willie, as Luke lazily let his gaze drift across the room. The man has stopped and gotten a weak applause, the next person ascending the stage and singing - Jesus fucking Christ, kill him now - “Firework” by Katy Perry. This night truly was the worst. 

It didn’t help that for some reason, three girls have come up to him. Was this an ongoing bet from one friend group or something? To see which one of the girls could crack him? Any other night, he would’ve relished the attention, maybe even chatted one up enough to go home with. Flirting was second nature to Luke. The third girl was his type too! When he rejected her avances, she just shrugged and continued her way to Reggie. Which, he must admit, was a pretty confident move on her part. Regardless - Luke wasn’t in the mood and nothing, or no one, would change that. (Maybe he could sneak back to the studio...)       

“Excuse me-” A female voice called out, tapping his arm. 

He rolled his eyes. “Not interested.”

She scoffed. “You’re sitting on my jacket, asshole.”

Turning to face her, he froze for a beat. His unimpressed glare turned surprised at how pretty she was. Like, “double take on the street”-pretty. If he thought the girl from before was his type, he was mistaken. This was his type. She regarded him with minimal interest, brows raised and arms crossed. 

“So?”

His reply stuttered out slowly. “Uh... huh?” Awesome. He was twenty-three and unable to speak to a pretty girl like some pimply eleven year old playing spin the bottle for the first time. 

She tugged on his stool and - oh. The stool wasn’t leather, it was suede. He was sitting on her leather jacket. Shit. He terribly hoped he didn’t have butt sweat, or else mortification would take him out and not the piercing belt of the drunk singer. Either way, he embarrassed himself. 

“Shit!” He rushed from his chair and held the garment out for her. “Sorry!”  

With a sneer, she grabbed it from his grasp, fingers brushing and letting heat ripple up his arm. Holy shit. Yup. The night took a turn. He had to know who she was. 

She pulled the jacket on. “Thanks, I guess...” Just as she was about to disappear back in the throng of drunkards, he called out for her. 

“Uh, hey! I didn’t get a name!”

The girl turned around, an amused - hella attractive - expression flitting across her face (damn, in what factory did they make her?), and tracked his body with her eyes. Instinctively fixing his slouch, he hoped she was into that punk-rocker aesthetic. That jacket was sort of a clue, right? 

An ironic smile tugged on her lips. “Thought you weren’t interested, loverboy.”

Oh, fuck. His flirting game found their match and it was wrapped around a 5′4 girl with glossy curls and eyes glinting with challenge. Luke recovered as fast as he could from his whiplash and swaggered over to her, a charming smirk falling on his lips - the one he so often pulled to make the front row fawn. The girl didn’t look away, raising her chin to level his intensity. A giddy feeling spread in his chest. This could be fun. 

“That’s before I knew the leather jacket belonged to a pretty face like yours, princess.”

“Trust me,” she laughed, also attractive. Everything about her was fucking enigmatic. “I’m not a princess.”

He tried again. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”, she shot back. 

He licked his lips, grinning, and held his hand out. He’d gladly bridge this animosity if it got him a name and a number. “I’m Luke.”

His hand was met with cold air, the girl laughing again and showcasing the cute, little gap between her teeth. It should be an imperfection, but it kind of made her better. Jeez, he didn’t even know her! Why she was laughing, however, he didn’t know. He’d lie if he said his ego wasn’t slammed. 

“Are you-?”

“Next up: my girl Julie with Lizzo!” The DJ yelled in the mic, a gaggle in the crowd hooting and whistling. His dream girl winked, throwing a thumb at the stage and shrugging like she felt sorry for interrupting the conversation.  

“That’s my cue. Bye!”

“Wait!” Argh! He didn’t pay attention to the DJ! Now he still didn’t now her name! A beat later, though, the latter words processed. Lizzo. This girl was going to sing... Lizzo? The most revered pipes of the 21st century? Yeesh. Maybe she wasn’t so perfect after all. 

The girl jumped on the stage like she owned it, the first notes of “Juice” booming from the amps, her body moving with the beat. Straightening her jacket and mirroring the smirk he just sported himself, Luke’s throat went dry. 

“Oh.” Alex casually came to stand next to him. “That’s Julie.”

“What?!”

But then she opened her mouth and any sensical thought flew out the window. Her voice was fucking magnificent. Clear, kind of raspy, yet loud and strong and an undercurrent that suggested years of rigorous training. This was not just some girl singing - she was singer. 

If I'm shining, everybody gonna shine I was born like this, don't even gotta try

Her eyes searched across the heads and then stuck on him, that damned smirk widening and sending him a look that would bring any man to his knees. And then, to finish him off, teasingly waved at him as she spit the lyrics. 

I'm like Chardonnay, get better over time Heard you say I'm not the baddest bitch, you lie!

Julie zoomed through the lyrics with ease, dancing and singing like it was breathing, and oozing every bit of confidence a person could have. Cocky nods and flirtatious winks and sinking in her knees to direct a lyric to people in the crowd. He corrected his previous thought: she wasn’t a singer, she was a performer; and she had him stammering. 

All of a sudden, she jumped offstage with the mic, the adoring audience parting for her like the Red Sea and the bartenders brightening the LED’s to give everyone a proper look at what she was doing. Luke should’ve known that one verse wasn’t enough - should’ve known that if he was the Flirt King, Julie was the Flirt Queen. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face though. She was incredible and - fuck it - the coolest girl he’s ever met. 

Coming to a halt right in front of him with that smile meaning checkmate, she obnoxiously pointed at him as she sung the bridge to the audience. 

Somebody come get this man I think he got lost in my DMs, what? My DMs, what? You better come get your man I think he wanna be way more than friends, what? More than friends What you want me to say?

Luke was shaking from laughter, flushing red yet buzzing with exhilaration at this girl putting him in his place. Putting on a show! Where has she been all his life?! 

Before he could snatch her waist, she ran back to the stage to belt out the last chorus with all her might, a dazzling smile breaking through. It was the first genuine, earnest one of the night and... wow.  Julie was breathtaking. 

Alex, unfazed, pressed his phone in his face. “She’s a singer from LA. Thought you’d know her.”

Her song ended, applause so deafening the pedestrians probably heard too, Julie making a silly face and bumping fists with the DJ. She must be a regular here. Weaving her way back to the bar, Luke mustered all his bravado into a laid-back stance and nonchalant smile. He couldn’t hide the mischievous spark in his eye though. That checkmate was still up for grabs. 

“A water, please,” she asked the bartender. Catching her eye, she turned towards him. “Hello again.”

“Gotta admit, Julie-” he leaned back, elbows propped on the bar. “-wasn’t too bad.”

From the way her eyes lingered on the movement, triumph flared in his chest. She came closer, cocking a hip and placing her glass next to his arm. “Ha! I can sing circles around you.”

He leaned in with a grin. “You’d be surprised.”

She didn’t back down. “Is that a challenge?”

“Ask me again in the morning.”

Huffing, she uttered: “What makes you think I’d go home with you?”

“Cause I do ‘wanna be way more than friends’ and, well-” He closed the space between them, calloused fingers tugging on a curl and tucking it behind her ear. Her skin was hot from the lights. For a beat, her resolve waned.“You’re still here.”

Those eyes that have been driving him wild flickered to his lips. He held his breath in anticipation. One night with this girl and some snarky lyrics later and he’d be back on the saddle. This was what he needed to get out of his funk. After, everything would just go back to normal. Right?  

Her lips suddenly grazed his, gaze flicking up and giving him a killer grin. Right - maybe not entirely back to normal. He wouldn’t mind Julie giving him a look like that more often. 

“You got yourself a deal... loverboy.”

@blush-and-books @willexx @unsaid-emily @alexjulies

#not me..... missing the bar my friends and i were known at for killing karaoke #not at all #why would you even IMPLY THAT #juke #jatp fanfiction #otp: i think we make each other better #written cause im in a slump so i am unslumping myself #might make this a full thing idk

[jessbakescakes]

J/D Drabble 44 is that my shirt?

“Is that my shirt?” from this post. 

A Bartlet for America era Josh/Donna for you!

“If you’re gonna piss off the dairy farmers, doesn’t it look a little hypocritical to have a photo op of your guy eating ice cream at one of ‘em?” Toby mutters.

They’re at one of New Hampshire’s oldest family-owned dairy farms, partly in an attempt to smooth things over with the dairy farmers in question, but partly as a quick trip home for the Governor to reunite with his family for an afternoon.

Josh shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He catches a runaway drip of his ice cream cone before it hits his hand. “But we get some ice cream out of the deal, though.”

“You had to get a triple scoop?” Donna asks, thrusting a few napkins at Josh. “That thing is going to topple any second.”

“Well, we’re making amends with the dairy farmers, Donnatella, I thought it best to ingratiate myself the best way I know how.”

Donna sighs. “By attempting the world record for the largest number of ice cream scoops on one cone?”

“Ah, yes, call Guinness, my three paltry scoops are definitely worth evaluating,” Josh says dryly. 

Donna bites into her waffle cone as Josh and Toby head toward Sam, who also seems to have missed the memo on ‘responsible number of ice cream scoops to ask for at a photo-op’. Ever since she returned, things have been moving at a breakneck speed. The convention is just a week away, and sometimes she wonders how she’s even allowed to be near the Governor of New Hampshire, let alone Presidential candidate.

She heads toward the trash can to dispose of the napkins that surrounded the last of her waffle cone, then reaches into her purse to pull out some wipes that she stole from the barbecue restaurant in Memphis a few weeks back. Suddenly, she feels someone bump into her from the side and notices something cold and sticky dripping down her waist.

By the time she looks down, the person responsible is gone. But there’s a  circular brown stain on her ribcage and a scoop of something chocolatey at her feet. She throws her head back and groans to no one in particular as her mind races in dozens of different directions.

“What happened here?” Josh asks, hearing her distress signal and approaching, a smug grin on his face. “It seems that someone is…”

“Don’t you start,” she interrupts. “Some kid ran into me. I had Oreo ice cream for this exact reason. My blouse is white!”

Josh does his best to keep from laughing, but he can’t hold it in. “Did you at least bring a spare…”

Donna walks away from him, frustrated, and heads toward the campaign bus.

He runs after her. “Donna, come on, I didn’t mean…”

She spins around as they approach the door of the bus. “You’re not helping. Stay here,” she commands. She sees him open his mouth to argue, but he quickly closes it and does as she asks. 

Donna gets on the bus and heads toward the back, where she’s hung Josh’s spare shirt. She unbuttons her blouse and looks at the camisole underneath, thankful that it somehow managed to avoid getting too much ice cream on it. She wipes it down with a napkin and puts her blouse in the bag she brought anticipating Josh’s seemingly inevitable ice cream disaster before buttoning and tying off Josh’s shirt at the waist. It’s a little big on her, of course, but it looks better than wearing a shirt with a stain of unknown (at least to anyone but her) origin. 

Against her better judgment, she pulls the collar toward her and inhales. The shirt is freshly dry cleaned, but somehow it still smells like Josh. Donna feels a little self-conscious all of a sudden, realizing how much she’s enjoying wearing his shirt. It’s a little ridiculous, how big this crush has gotten, but in her own defense, she didn’t anticipate being the one in need of a change of clothes. With Mandy newly out of the picture, her feelings have gotten just a little more unbearable lately, and this is absolutely the last thing she needed.

Josh and CJ are talking at the doors of the bus when she emerges. She sees Josh’s eyebrows shoot up from behind his sunglasses. “Is that my shirt?”

“It is,” she confirms, attempting to act nonchalant. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“So it seems.” She opens her purse back up, resuming her search for the wipes for Josh’s hands.

“If you wanted to wear my clothes that badly, all you had to do was ask, you know. You didn’t have to stage an elaborate…”

She knows he’s joking. They joke like this all the time. But suddenly, she can feel her heartbeat in her ears, drowning out the rest of the sentence. Donna looks up at him, and he trails off. 

This certainly wasn’t her wisest decision. Before she can stop it, she imagines waking up early and cooking breakfast in Josh’s favorite Harvard t-shirt, the look on his face when he wakes up similar to the one he has now. She imagines snuggling up to him on a winter night wearing his Mets sweatshirt. She thinks about what it would be like to wear his Mike Piazza jersey, just to drive him a little insane. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as much as she can as they stare at each other. She’s finding it more and more difficult to look him in the eye.

“See, Leo, I told you they could find it in their hearts to forgive me,” Governor Bartlet declares, interrupting the moment Josh and Donna seem to be having.

“We’ll see when the next round of polls come out,” Leo grumbles from behind him and ascending the stairs to the bus.

Josh follows quickly, leaving Donna to process what just happened. 

He’s definitely not going to get this shirt back.

#josh x donna #my fics #thefierce-fairy

[sluttyten]

Wonder Wheel

summary: a summer night of sexy fun with your boyfriend Yuta at a carnival

words: 2,243

tags: semi-public, blowjob, fingerfucking, a little tiny bit of degrading maybe?

From the moment that Yuta met up with you at the carnival for your date, he’d not been able to take his eyes off of you and the cute little sundress you wore. It wasn’t a normal piece of your wardrobe, but the summer evening was warm, and your best friend had insisted that you should dress in something cuter than normal. The little sundress paired with a light jacket was exactly it, and as you wrapped your arms around Yuta to draw him into a kiss, you were so grateful that she’d convinced you.

His hands slid down your back, his kiss tasted like spearmint. 

You nudge him away before things get too carried away, slip your hand into his, and start off to explore the carnival.

Amid the flashing lights, the roar of noise from games and the crowd, the press of people, and all of the scents of sugary and otherwise unhealthy foods assaulting you, Yuta just keeps his eyes riveted on you. 

He watches the long stretch of your legs beneath the hem of your dress. He tries to not make it obvious how he looks at the neckline where he can just see the tops of your breasts. Yuta pretends that he was not eyeing your ass as you bounced up and down in excitement after winning a game that he’d insisted was going to be rigged against you.

So you make him carry the prize of a feathery purple and pink boa, and take you to go get food.

“You’re so needy, baby girl.” Yuta drapes the boa over his shoulders, takes your hand again, and then spins you around until you crash perfectly into his side. His smile is charming and enchanting and you lean in to kiss him again.

“I think I’m needing some ice cream. Or maybe popcorn.” You look around, stretching up on your toes to see if you can spot any booths selling a food that will interest you. “Maybe a corn dog.”

Yuta tickles your cheek with the boa. “Whatever you want. Just choose something.”

The bright colors of the Ferris Wheel sparkle against the night sky, the evening growing warmer as the sky grows darker, and as you and Yuta wait in line for your fresh corn dog, the heat finally becomes too much for you.

Yuta watches as you shrug out of your jacket and tie it around your waist.

A strap of your sundress skims down your bare shoulder, slipping down your arm, and though you catch it and drag it back up quickly, Yuta’s eyes burn over your skin, the newly revealed sight of your shoulders and arms. 

When it slips off again as you reach for your corn dog, Yuta’s fingers are gentle to push it back into place, though they linger for a slight bit longer than necessary. “Wanna ride the Ferris Wheel now that you’ve got your food?”

You nod, and follow Yuta over to the platform at the base of the bright, slowly spinning wheel. The young guy working the controls for the ride, nods when Yuta slips him the cash to let the pair of you ride for three rotations. His arm is warm when he drapes it over your shoulders, the feather boa tickling against your skin, and your belly twists in quick circles at his touch. 

Yuta lets you into the gently rocking car first, and you sit down, feel the pesky strap of your sundress slip down your shoulder again, and you hold the corn dog in your mouth as you try to use both hands to fix the strap back onto your shoulder. 

The door of the open-air car snaps closed, and Yuta looks over at you as it sways into motion. 

“Did you wear this dress on purpose to fuck with me?” He asks. His hand falls to your knee. “Because it’s working.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, innocently enough, chewing a bite of the corn dog. “It’s warm out, Yuta. Did you expect me to wear a turtleneck and full-length pants?”

His hand inches up your leg, and you lean back into the uncomfortable plastic-y seat. “Do you know what the sight of you in this is doing to me, baby? Every time your strap slides over your shoulder, all I think of is kissing your skin, touching you, letting both straps fall and then the rest of the dress.” Yuta does lean close then, pressing his lips gently to the cap of your shoulder. 

His fingers massage the softness of your inner thigh, his lips warm and wonderful on your skin. You sigh his name, and ask, “What would you do then?”

“I’d fuck you, pretty girl.” 

You bite your lip when his fingertips touch you over your panties. A small whimper escapes, and you nearly drop the corn dog on the gross floor of the Ferris Wheel’s car, but Yuta’s other hand closes around yours.

“Eat the corn dog. Do you want me to touch you?” His voice is low, his fingers so light and tantalizing against the throb of your pussy. You want to hide your face against his neck, moan for him to your heart’s content, leave you mark on his skin from your lips and teeth. Of course you want him to touch you, your belly buzzes with pure desire for him.

“Yuta, please, touch me.”

“Good.” He kisses your shoulder, and then easily pulls aside your panties to slip his middle finger right inside your wetness. “Eat the corn dog, keep quiet. We don’t want to get thrown off the ride for you being a noisy slut before you can even cum.”

So you obediently put the corn dog in your mouth, muffling the sounds you want to make as Yuta begins pumping his finger inside you, his thumb toying with your clit through your panties. You bite down on it, no longer caring to eat the damn thing, just wanting to make the muffled moans Yuta wants to hear. 

He pushes the skirt of your dress up so he can see what his hand’s doing to you, and you whimper as you can look down and see his fingers disappearing inside of you, you can see your wetness glistening under the rainbow lights of the ride. He only flips your skirt down as you reach the bottom of the Wheel, hiding what the pair of you are doing from the watchful eyes of the ride’s controller who nods in recognition of Yuta and flashes two fingers to show that you’ve got two more rotations.

“Yuta!” You cry out when the corn dog is gone, when he’s viciously finger fucking you. “Fuck, Yuta. I wanna cum so badly. Please.” 

“So needy.” He teases, stroking his fingers against that soft spot inside you. “Quiet down for me, baby girl. Look.” He nods over at a car that’s ascending while your car descends, the couple in that car is watching the pair of you, definitely noticing the way that you bite your lip to hold in a moan as Yuta’s got your skirt flipped up and his fingers buried inside you. 

You hide your face in his shoulder now, bite at the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulder. 

As you reach the bottom of the ride again, Yuta flips your skirt down once more, but you hear the boy over a speaker say, “Hey, no necking on the ride please!” 

You pull your face from Yuta’s neck, but Yuta just laughs and kisses you, curls his fingers and pulls you onto his lap. It’s not like the boy can do anything about you two, you’re already moving up and away again, this time for the last time.

Yuta pulls back from the kiss, holding you on his lap, still working his fingers inside you, though now you’re more riding his fingers than anything else, though the angle is somewhat awkward for him. “Gonna cum for me, beautiful? Right here, in public? Naughty thing, dripping down my fingers, moaning for me where anyone can hear you.” He clicks his tongue in false disapproval. 

You grind down on his fingers, only slightly embarrassed that others can probably see you doing this. “Just want to be your naughty girl, Yuta.”

“Then come on. Before the ride’s over.” 

You ride his fingers fast, press your mouth to his, and that tight knot in your belly unravels, pleasure flashing through your body like the flashing lights of this carnival around you. Yuta kisses away your sounds, your moans and gasps, your sigh as he moves his fingers away to wipe them on the inside of your dress and fix your panties back into place. 

He’s still kissing you when you descend, the car rocking from the ride’s motion. 

The boy controlling the wheel remotely has the door open. “Come on now. Get out of there. You’re causing a scene.”

Yuta eases you off his lap, and you sheepishly duck your head as he holds your hand and helps you from the ride. You slip away into the thinning crowd, moving by a pair of wide-eyed girls who eye your boyfriend like he’s a god. Which, to you, he may as well be.

Yuta leads you as far as the line for that corn dog stand before you start leading him, dragging him off deeper into the carnival.

“Where are you taking me now?” He smiles, his eyes full of a wild mirth.

There’s a fire in your belly that your own orgasm wasn’t enough to contain. You want him to feel good too.

Evening makes the carnival’s crowd grow thin as families head home for the night, the teens leave for better parties, and by the time you reach the fun house, the carnie guarding the entrance takes a look at the pair of you, rolls his eyes and tells you, “You’ve got fifteen minutes, then we’re closing up.”

You drag Yuta inside.

Far away you hear mirthful screams, peals of laughter, but they’re so distant inside this funhouse that you can tell they must be nearer the exit than the pair of you.

A maze of mirrors winds infinitely around you, more rainbow-colored lights shift in here, and Yuta takes you by the hips, spins you around and presses your back to a mirror. It shivers and shudders under your back, but you don’t care as Yuta steps between your legs and kisses you so intensely. You can feel him hard against your belly, straining against his pants, and the moan he covers with his mouth bleeds into the air when you break the kiss to fall to your kneels.

You push his shirt up, kiss down the center of his stomach, down to his navel where the small piercing glitters in the light. 

He hisses and rolls his hips forward as you lightly tug at the piercing, just so lightly (though Yuta doesn’t mind pain, he’s told you before multiple times). 

You kiss his belly, low on his abdomen as you unfasten his pants and drag down the zipper, pulling his pants and underwear down just enough that you can get your mouth on him. You suck on him, taking him deep as you lift your gaze to his, bobbing your head and holding onto his hips. 

Yuta pushes his fingers through your hair, strokes your cheek and drags his thumb around your lips stretched around his cock. 

“So pretty, naughty girl.” He pushes his hips forward, rocking into your mouth to feel you gag around him. Your saliva drips down your chin, eyes locked on his, and you just want to feel him cum on your tongue so you can leave together and go back to his place and he can fuck you until your legs are jelly.

You sink back, holding him in your hand, stroking slowly and flicking your tongue against the underside of him, leaving open-mouthed kisses up his length. You close your eyes and hum, envelop the head and then push down until he’s touching the back of your throat. 

And there he cums, shooting his hot load down your throat, clutching at your hair, moaning for you.

His voice echoes through the maze of mirrors, and you look up at his beautiful face, haloed by a light behind his head. 

“Oi!” The carnie’s voice echoes too, and you can’t spot him yet, but you don’t plan to wait for him to actually find you on your knees for Yuta. 

You rise quickly to your feet, Yuta tucks his dick away, and you run through the fun house. Laughing, and high off Yuta’s orgasm, you navigate through the corridors, breaking back out into the warm night air, through the crowd until a stitch in your side makes it hard to breathe.

You stop and Yuta clings to you. He drags your mouth to his, wraps the feathery boa behind your neck to hold you there, kissing you beneath the carnival lights, surrounded by the smell of sugar, the sound of carnies calling to each other and the last carnival-goers leaving, and at last when he slips his hand around the back of your neck, cradling your mouth against his, fireworks burst through the summery night sky, exploding in colors and scents and a booming sensation deep in your chest that rivals your heartbeat.

“Take me home,” You murmur against his lips. “Let’s make this night last forever.”

a/n: inspired by two messages I got in my inbox. 1. Imagine a carnival date with yuta. He’s with his s/o, it’s hot out and it’s summer so she’s wearing a sundress which rarely happens because they’re not to keen on dresses. Yuta would never admit to liking when they wear dresses because it might embarrass her.(Even though he likes when she’s shy he doesn’t wanna scare her away)But yuta kept staring when he thought she wasn’t looking. it’s over for him when she takes her jacket off to tie it around her waist and her shoulder strap slips off-

and 2. i know your request are closed but ever since I saw yuta’s navel piercing I legit can’t take my mind off of it. Can you please write a small drabble or anything about it?

I know I didn’t mention his navel piercing much, but as soon as I read your message anon, all I could think of was being on your knees for Yuta and teasing his navel piercing like 😍 and then for the first one of these messages, after reading it I was just thinking about Yuta being enamored with you and fingering you on a ferris wheel, and thus, the inspiration became this. I hope you enjoyed it! And now I’m super needy for a Yuta boyfriend (and for warm summer nights).

#yuta #yuta smut #nct yuta #nct smut

[multiverse-in-archive]

"five times touched"

send me "five times touched" for a drabble about five times my muse touched yours!

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Charlie wiped her brow, a pleased smile on her face.

"This is everything, right, guys?"

"Yeah, justabout..." Angel responded in a mumbled, holding his and his twin's pet pig.

With that, the blonde bounded towards the spider demons before digging around in her dress pants pockets. The keys retrieved, she first reached for one of Angel's free hands, gently placing one in it before closing his fingers around it. Then, she reached for Devil's hand to do the same, shaking it slightly when his fingers were closed around his key.

"Welcome to the Happy Hotel, you two!"

Devil looked down at his hand for a moment.

"Uh... Yeah... Thanks, toots."

The princess released his hand then, bounding back over to Vaggie.

"We'll leave you two to get settled in. If you need anything, let us know!~"

"And don't cause trouble!" Vaggie added.

"Nooooo promises, babe," Angel hummed.

Vaggie could only huff before Charlie led her out of the room and towards the lobby.

"Are you positive about this, hun...?"

The Hellborn demoness beamed.

"Absolutely... They're perfect for our first guests!"

---

"'Ey Charlie. Ya doin' okay?"

Charlie looked up from her journal, hastily closing it as she was met with the sight of one of the Spider Brothers.

"Hey, Devil! Yeah, I'm fine!" she responded sweetly, "Why do you ask?"

She watched him hesitate for a moment before he came closer with the clack clacking of his boots against the hardwood of her office floor. He stopped in front of her desk, holding his phone out for her.

The princess visibly deflated at what she saw.

... This... was a clip of that disaster of an interview. Everyone was laughing. And the title hit her harder.

'Daddy must be So Proud'

"I din' realize things 'er that bad-"

"Devil. Stop... It's okay..." she said gently, "Bygones, yeah?"

"But-"

She reached to grab one of his hands, a soft smile on her face.

"Devil, things are getting better now. Alastor and the others are helping now, so from there, things should be easier."

She gave a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to worry about it... Okay...?"

He stared at their hands for a moment before closing his fingers around hers.

"Whadeva ya say, babe."

---

Knock knock.

"Dev...?"

No response.

Charlie swallowed before knocking again.

"Devil, may I come in...? I want to talk..."

She was worried...

"... Come in..." she heard from the other side of the door.

Carefully, she pushed the door open, met with the sight of a blaket burrito on the bed, facing away from the door and by extention her.

The demon princess carefully shut the door behind herself before approaching the bed. She stepped out of her shoes to crawl onto the bed next to him.

"... How are you holding up...?"

No reply.

... She needed to think of something...

Then an idea struck her.

"Hey Devil... Have you ever heard the story of the Velveteen Rabbit...?"

The spider demon glanced at her.

"Whadaboudit...?"

"Well... you know what made him real, right...?"

He slightly rose a brow at that.

"Love..." she said gently, reaching up to move the makeshift blanket hood off of his head.

Devil blinked.

"No matter what... you're still real to me... You're still real to us... Because... we love you..."

The spider demon then turned to face her, staring at her.

"... Chuck..."

Then she gently pulled him into a hug then, one hand gently stroking through his soft hair.

"And... the fact that you can love us back... shows just how human you really are..." she murmured against his scalp.

There was silence for a moment.

Then, he nuzzled to bury his face in her shoulder, and there came some muffled sobs...

Charlie simply cotinued to pet through his hair, rocking side to side with him in her arms.

---

The halo appeared over the moth demoness's head, and Charlie couldn't keep her wet smile from widening.

"Look at you, Vaggie... You did it...!"

Vaggie looked at her hands, her skin fading from gray to the brown that it was in life.

"Yeah... I... I guess I did..."

The infernal princess's smile faltered slightly.

"What's wrong...? You're going to reach your happy ending..."

The x on her face was fading away, her sclera turning white and her iris turning black.

"But... is it really a happy ending without you...?" the former demoness said quietly.

Charlie smiled as she came closer, gently holding her girlfriend's arms.

"Of course it is... Life goes on without me... You can find happiness with or without me..." she whispered, "Do me a favor... and tell Anthony that we said 'Hi' when you see him... Alright...?"

The Latina's hair was shortening, the grey fading into a brilliant brown tinted black. Tears started to spill out of her beautiful dark eyes.

"T-Te amo, Charlie...!" she choked.

Charlie smiled, tears forming in her own eyes as she leaned down and forward to rest her forehead on Vaggie's.

"Y yo también te amo, mi corazón... Más de lo que jamás sabrás... Adiós..." she said softly.

Familiar striped wings sprouted from the new angel's back. And a holy light shrouded her.

And consequently sent the princess back in screaming agony.

"CHARLIE!!!"

She barely registered hands catching her by her shoulders from behind, being crowded around by the others, nor Vaggie's voice fading into nothing.

"Chuck! Chuck you alright!?"

"Get her inside! Now!"

She was lifted up off the ground. She thought. She couldn't quite tell. Her arms, her forehead, they burned! She was certain she'd never felt this sort of pain before.

She was... lain on the couch in the lobby now... right...?

Her blazer's sleeves were torn off, and a hiss escaped from her clutched teeth.

"Starai bene! Tienimi la mano!"

Blindly, she grabbed around until she managed to get a hold of a gloved hand. Some sort of cream was applied to her burns, and she squeezed.

All the while, she heard gentle singing in Italian.

---

How long has it been at this point...?

She wasn't entirely sure anymore.

The queen stared out the window of her hotel room up at the haloed planetoid hanging in the dark red sky, idly picking at her long sleeves.

How many have come here...?

How many have ascended...?

And how was everyone doing up there...?

Charlie chuckled a bit.

God, she felt old thinking like this...

"Hey, Charlie?"

The demoness truned from the window, a fond smile stretching on her face.

"Yes, Devil...?" she asked softly.

"Coodja do me a favor real quick?"

The greying blonde stood up.

"Anything."

She watched as the spider demon stepped fully in the room holding up a rather familiar gown.

"Put dis on."

She tilted her head curiously for a moment before chuckling a bit.

"That old thing...?"

"I wanna see ya in it."

She moved over towards him, grabbing it from his hand before he pointed to her closet.

"Alright, alright, one moment..." she laughed slightly before moving to where he pointed.

She shut the closet door behind herself and looked at the gown for a moment. How long had it been since she wore this...? And yet it looked like new... The black never faded a bit since the last she wore it.

And actually, when did this leave her closet in the first place?

She shook her head in amusement before changing out of her suit. And carefully stepping into the gown.

She looked at the full body mirror once it was on.

Her hair was shorter than it used to be. Thinner and greyer too. Her face was worn with creases at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth. She looked at the sleeves of her black gown, the thorny leaf shaped patterns that made it up being the only things covering the unsightly scars on her forearms. Self conciously, she held her arms before looking at the door.

He's probably waiting for her out there...

Uneasily, she made her way to the door, peeking out of the closet.

She was met by the sight of Devil waiting idly by her music player, dressed more formally than she'd left him.

Huh... That was a little unexpected. And wow he got changed fast. Or did she take longer getting dressed than she realized?

She smiled, a brow cocked higher as she stepped out of the closet.

"It's been a while since I last saw you in that," she noted idly, closing the door behind her.

He only hummed in reply before pushing a button on her music player, instantly filling the room with music. Then, he exteded a hand towards her.

"Dance wit me, Chuck."

"Well aren't you in a bossy mood this evening," she laughed before approaching him, lifting the skirt of her gown to avoid stepping on it.

When she got close enough, she took his hand, immediately finding herself pulled closer to him. Two arms were draped over her shoulders, and his fourth hand was resting on her waist as he started leading the dance. She simply let out a giggle as she moved with him.

Turning, spinning, stepping, swaying...

"Inside of every demon is a rainbow...~" her own younger voice emitted from the speakers.

"I'm guessing you were feeling sentimental tonight...?'

"Maybe..." he hummed in response as he twirled her, "Dat a problem, majesty?"

"Not in the slightest..."

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Not sure if you like Harry styles, but would you do something with his song “golden” and Calum please?

No problem sweetheart! I love Harry Styles, btw. Hope you enjoy. 

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Up In the Skies

Calum knew fire was hot. He knew getting too close always ran the risk of getting him burned. And even though, he was always trying to be cautious with matters that involved his heart, he couldn’t lie to himself. You were a fire burning bright and he was a moth just looking for light. Just the orb of light that he needed, so he let you in. 

The world never seemed to ever hurt you. Or least not for long. Everything thrown at you seemed to bounce off. You always bounced back. You always picked yourself up and still had the same vim and vigor to take the world by storm. You still loved to laugh and you still found the excitement in the tiny things, like when you managed to find flower growing in the cracks of the sidewalk, or at the top of mountains watching the world buzzing below you. 

Now, huffing as you pull yourself up the last few feet to stand at the tittering edge, Calum watches you with your arms spread out wide. The wind blows and he swears it’s straight out of one of the movies as the sun is nestled in the sky illuminating your entire body like an angel descending from the heavens. 

He doesn’t want to think about you ascending, about you leaving him. But he knows that while he’s happy where his life is at, there’s still that fear that lingers. The things that’s protected his heart from breaking, but also the very thing that keeps him from living, from loving, from having those soft moments wrapped up in each other, and laughing over nothing. 

“Don’t you feel invincible,” you laugh, doing a tiny spin. The sweatshirt is now tied around your waist and flies up just a little as you turn. “Like you’ve just conquered the world. I feel like a superhero or something.”

Truth be told he only feels invincible with you. No physical feat ever compares to just being in your presence. But he laughs and nods. “Yeah, something like that.”

Watching you watch the world fills him with such a great urge to spin you around, cup your face and press his lips to yours. But you two have never discussed feelings, not between the two of you. And he knows he’s griped and grumbled about heartache. But god, watching you right now, giggling into the air and carefully scoping Duke up to show him the view too, laughing as you kiss his fur. It’s like putting the nail in his coffin for his heart. 

If heart’s get broken, then maybe it’s worth the risk. 

Pushing up from the rock he situated on, just to give his feet a small break, he walks over to you. With a gentle squeeze of your elbow, he gains your attention. Your bright smile makes him smile and his heart thunders in his chest. “Came to join me?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You’re not sure if you heard him correct and you can only blink up at him. But the longer he looks at you, bushy brows curled up with the question still etched into his face, you know you did. “I-you-we-me? You want to kiss me?”

“Yes. And I understand if you say no. I know we haven’t really ever–” Before the rambling of words can finish, you kiss him. Just a peck really, veins quaking at the force of the blood rushing about your body. “Oh that’s weak,” he teases, hands settling on your waist and he kisses you again, a little deeper. One hand trails up your back and holds the back of your neck, not allowing you to back away from him. 

Your heart flutters. And when Duke interrupts the moment with soft brushes of his snout against Calum’s jaw, you know you have to ask. “So what does that mean now?”

“Whatever you want it to mean, really.” There it is again, that fear that makes him bite his bottom lip. People can just kiss people right? He knows even as the rationale comes up, that people don’t just kiss people. There’s always a rhyme or reason. 

You can only nod. That’s what you were afraid of, that’s what you wanted to avoided hearing. You liked Calum. But you didn’t want to play games. But it was Calum and maybe he was worth breaking the rules you had set up for yourself. 

He knows the moment’s ruined but he holds your cheek, his thumbing over the soft skin. “Maybe we just take it slow. I do like you. It’s like, being magnets or something. I know I’ll come back to you. I-I guess I’m still fearful. I don’t want too much too fast.”

It’s fair. You nod. “Okay, slow then.”

On the descant from the mountains and back through the dusty and worn paths, Calum worries slow’s going to be his demise. That he should’ve just taken the full leap and thrown his caution to the wind. 

You know he’s lagging behind and pause, watching the worry pull at his brows. It’s awkward for sure, you don’t know how to proceed but you’re not going to leave him to the wolves of his own doubts and insecurities. So when he catches up, you take his free hand, not holding onto Duke, and intertwine your fingers. You’ll still be there, it’s just a transition. 

He chest squeezes when you slot your palm into his. But god, he’s so thankful to have you, an angel, at his side. 

-H

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[mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6]

Tower (one shot)

Summary: Paige is going to a party with a high status guest list. She meets Changkyun and Jooheon in the elevator...all three of them are lost.

Warning: SMUT. Threesome (Eiffel Tower, hence the title, get it?), spanking, exhibitionism kink, praise.

Word count: ~2k

A/N: I’ve been dreaming of this scenario for too long (even revealed the concept in a anon ask whoops). I am a raging slut for these two boys, I want to bring more fluff in my palette, but I had to get this off my chest. Will finish the second part of my Ultimate fic soon. This is my first one shot, I’m so proud of myself!

It's just a party, this isn't new. Hell, I've been at this hotel before! I hound my phone to see where exactly this party is, my instructions aren't very clear, thanks to my friend who is already there and has the worst luck with spell check while drunk. So, I guess I'm on my own. First ride to the elevator. I'm just gonna stop at each floor till I hear or see the party. It's annoying, but odds are it'll work. Floor two, nothing. I check myself out using the mirrors surrounding the elevator. Damn do I look good. I adjust the girls to not show too much cleavage in my halter top, just a tasteful amount. What about ass? A little bit of ass cheek, but not too bad, I've worn worse. The doors open at floor three, making me cautious of adjusting myself too much. Nothing. I browse my phone to kill time. Floor four, two people walk in. I look up from my phone and I see Changkyun and Jooheon from Monsta X looking at me in the mirror wall.

"All the floors?", Changkyun points out, chuckling over every button pressed. His laugh makes my panties want to drop.

"If you wanted to go down, I'm sorry, I'm trying to find a party, but I'm lost", I explain. Both boys laugh, making me feel better, but also worse. What are they laughing at? The doors close and we ascend to floor five.

"We're trying to get to that party too, but we have no idea where it is either", Jooheon sighs. Oh thank goodness. Wait, they're going to the same party? My dreams have been fulfilled!

"You're going to that party too?", I bashfully ask for confirmation.

"Just wanted to go to say hi, but if you're going to be there, I guess we can stay a bit longer", Changkyun gives me his slick, half smile grin. My grip around my phone tighten to prevent myself from losing it.

"And with twenty-five floors, we'll have plenty of time to get to know you before we find the party", Jooheon joins the flirtatious attack.

"What's your name, babygirl?", Changkyun starts with the questions. Call me babygirl one more time, I dare you. The door opens and we listen in to hear any music from the hallway. Nothing. We go back to casually leaning.

"I'm Paige. No need to tell me your names, I know exactly who you are, Jooheon and Changkyun", I reveal. If they want to play this flirting game, I'll play this flirting game. They're surprised that I know their names.

Level six, nothing. This is going to take a while.

"What's a beautiful girl doing at a party like this?", Jooheon wonders.

"There's nothing wrong with free booze and young celebrities checking you out. It's all fun and games till they learn how simple you are", I shrug. Celebs expect to be with celebs or with people of some significance. I'm a good fuck, but nothing stays for long.

"Simple is good. Those people just don't understand the masterpiece they have in front of them", Changkyun steps it up.

"Oh, I'm a masterpiece?", I act flattered. I look at their reflections and they both examine me fully, scanning me from head to toe. Jooheon bites his juicy lip, flashing me his iconic dimples. Changkyun licks the corner of his mouth, raising his pierced brow. I must be dreaming.

"Oh, please, any girl would drop their panties for those looks. You'll have to try harder if you want to impress me", I call them out on their attempt to seduce. The boys like the challenge. The door opens and we're struck back to reality. Floor seven, nothing. Both of them move to either side of me. I realize how much taller they are compared to me, but I won't let that aspect intimidate me.

The door closes and the boys are in full alert.

"Can I touch you?", Jooheon asks for consent. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What are you going to do?", I call his bluff. He twists me to face him then uses both hands to get a handful of my ass. He pulls me to him and begins to kiss my exposed shoulder. I am definitely not the first ass he's grabbed, this man knows what he's doing. I already feel his hard on teasing me against my abdomen. I know the internet says he radiates big dick energy, but I confidently confirm it. Changkyun comes from behind me and presses his hard dick against my ass. Fuck, his big dick energy is also more accurate than I thought. One hand cups a tit while the other brushes my hair out of the way so he could kiss my neck, then proceeds to cup the other. Both of them fondling my ass and tits, nearly synchronized. Both pairs of lips against my skin, varying from light pecks to full on marking via sucking or biting. Their muffled moans buzz against my skin. They know how to work me. I didn't expect them to actually commit to those, I should've known better than to be a helpless flirt.

"Fuck me", I couldn't help myself from moaning.

"Don't have to tell us twice, baby girl", Changkyun growls in my ear, tugging on my shorts.

"You two are cool with sharing?", I nearly panic from how fast this is transitioning.

"For you, baby", Jooheon sighs in ecstasy. I doubt I would be the first one to have both of them in a threesome, but what the hell. I told them they needed to work for it and damn they did! Changkyun slides my shorts down to my knees and places a gentle kiss on my ass. Honey grabs my face and tenderly kisses my lips. Changkyun spreads my legs apart enough for my shorts to stay on my knees. He growls deep in his throat and licks a strip along my folds. I moan in Honey's mouth, he pulls me in deeper, our tongues getting acquainted. We hear dings and realize we're still going through the line of floors. Floor nine, nothing. Thank goodness no one is in the hallway to witness this. I wouldn't mind if they do. I hear Changkyun unbuckle his belt, Honey soon follows. A dick is rubbed against my ass, the warmth making my skin tingle. His strong hands knead my ass while he glides his length along my folds to tease me.

"Fuck, Paige, you're already wet for us", Changkyun grunts. Honey pulls away from my lips and looks deep in my eyes.

"That mouth is all mine. Slap my leg if you want us to stop, alright, baby?", Honey discusses protocol.

"You have every right to make us stop without question. The last thing we want to do is hurt you", Changkyun adds. I pull down Honey's boxer briefs to free his already throbbing dick. I let out a little gasp when I see what to expect.

"It's ok to say no", Honey whispers.

"I'll be ok", I assure. I put one arm behind my back for Changkyun to hold onto. I bend over to be eye level with Honey's dick and I take a second to compose myself. I could stop this at any time, it'll be ok. I lick my lips and drag my tongue along his impressive length. Just the sound of Honey's whimpery moan could make me cum. Changkyun lines himself to my entrance and slowly thrusts with ease. Holy shit, I wish I could've seen what he's packing before he buried his dick in me, I bet it's fucking beautiful as it feels. After I manage to fully throat him, Honey takes control and begins to fuck my face, holding either side of my cheeks. He does hit my gag reflex, but I don't believe I will puke, it will make my eyes water though. Changkyun matches the pace with Honey by pure instinct. Given his dancer experience, he body rolls into me, perfectly hitting where I want him. The sound of skin slapping is one of my favorite parts, other than the glorious moans from both parties, well in this case, from all three parties. Changkyun's grip on my arm tightens when the pace goes faster. Honey's hands move to my hair, pulling my head up to look at him. It's a sight I never imagined I'd see in my lifetime. Changkyun spanks my ass out of impulse. Honey and Changkyun look at each other with such confidence. They exchange a look with a little nod. This is it. This is the moment I'm done for. I'm nearly screaming on Honey's dick, this feels so good I never want this to stop! Changkyun notices my legs getting wobbly. He gives me another swift spank.

"You can do it, baby. You're doing so good", Changkyun encourages. Both men are getting feisty, they're at their limit. I let out a long moan while I cum on Changkyun. The orgasm was so sudden, or maybe I was just distracted by the feeling of both of them at the same time. Changkyun knows I came, chuckles at the feeling of me clenching around him.

"I'm going to cum, baby. Do you want Honey to cum in your mouth or cum in your pussy after me?", Changkyun pants. I use my free hand to gesture to my pussy.

"As you wish, princess", Changkyun grunts before slamming into me. He hits his peak of throttle till he cums. I wish I could record the sound he makes while he cums. It's a moan with a whimper, but it's slightly raspy with his deep voice, and there is a little giggle in it too. He rides out his high before he pulls out of me. Honey pulls out, spins me around and fucks me silly, holding me by my waist. His dick feels even more beautiful in my pussy than my mouth. Changkyun leans against a wall to catch his breath, but this way, I can finally get to see Changkyun's dick and holy fuck that was inside me?! I'm impressed with how I handled it. Honey slams into me, making a symphony of sounds. Skin slapping, my pussy quenching, variety of grunts and moans. Now that my mouth is free, I could finally be vocal.

"Fuck!", I moan in delight as I cum on Honey. My clenching makes Honey cum unannounced. His sound is more of a panting growl, far more primal. He thrusts a couple of more times to ride out our highs. He pulls out, but still holds me in case I fall over. They know my legs got weak, the shaking is visible. Honey places a kiss on my ass before pulling my shorts up. Both men stuff their dicks back into their pants. They give me a group hug to keep me standing and to give me more kisses.

"You did so good, Paige", Honey whispers in my ear.

"We need to do this again. Soon", Changkyun hisses.

"Definitely soon", Honey agrees.

"Really? I'm not going to be a one night girl?", I get all bashful, even though they just fucked me enough for two orgasms.

"You're too good to be just for one night", Changkyun breaths against my neck.

"Next time, we'll do this right and take you out", Honey adds. I hide my blushing face by burying it in Changkyun's chest. We hear a ding from the elevator. We made it to the floor twenty-five. There's music coming from the end of the hallway, the obvious penthouse suites.

"You guys still want to go?", I shrug. At this point, I just want to be with them.

"Fuck the party, let's go to our room and have our own party with pizza", Changkyun scoffs.

"And some more fun. What do you say, princess?", Honey offers. Is there any fucking question?

"Lead the way", I accept. Changkyun taps the floor four button.

"Well, twenty-one floors till we get back. Any ideas to pass the time?", Honey teases me by grabbing a handful of my ass.

#monsta x smut #jooheon smut #changkyun smut

[george-mackay-macfine]

Dear Diary pt. 4

Requested

Word Count: 2, 819

September 14th 2011,

Shit, My pen ran out of ink. Sorry, future self. 

As I was saying, George, Harry, Dean, Henry, Jordan and I were all in the taxi on the way to this party… Harry’s party whoever he is, When George had started to hold onto my balled up fist, His warm hand had managed to coax my fist out of its ball and twine our fingers together. 

And that was the very moment that Jordan, the bloody fuck head decided to turn around in his seat and eye up George and I’s hands, a twisted vile smirk coming to his lips.  

“Thought you two were just friends.” He smirked, looking back at Harry and Henry. “Now I understand why MacKay isn’t picking up tonight? He’s already got himself a bird.” 

“Are you always such a dick?” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could pull them back in. As the words digested in everyone's minds an awkward silence fell in the car. Tension looming underneath ready to crack at any second.  

“Excuse me?” Now or never Y/N… 

“You heard me.” I cleared my throat a little and hoped George couldn’t tell how my grip on his hand tightened. “Are you always such a dick? So what if George and I are holding hands, have you never had a friend whose hand you could hold?” I paused waiting for him to reply, when he opened his mouth I powered on. “God, I feel sorry for you… ” Jordan opened his mouth again to rebuttal my accusation. “If you must know, George was reassuring me, I don’t want to be at this bloody party tonight, but here I am going because these guys know that you are going to need all the help you can get to even have a girl give you a double-take.” It was a part lie, he was pretty attractive until he opened his mouth.  “So next time you feel like shit-stirring, make sure the person you’re pissing off isn’t the same person whose helping you ‘get a bird.’.” I fumed.

“Now I’ve seen everything.” The taxi driver let out a little chuckle. 

“That’s my Y/N.” Dean whooped from the back seat reaching forward to grasp my shoulders. “Atta girl.” 

“Learned yer lesson yet mate?” Henry chuckled shaking his head. “Little lass isn’t here to take your shite.” 

The rest of the ride was silent. Jordan fumed silently in the front seat after his dressing down, Dean would randomly chuckle in the back seat and try to cover it with a cough, and George and I still held hands up until the moment I was jumping out of the taxi. 

“Thanks for the ride.” I waved to the driver, slipping out of the seat. 

“Thanks for the show.” He called back, driving off once I’d shut the door. I spun around facing the group I’d arrived with. 

“Ready?” I tried to plaster a smile on my face as I looked towards the large house. People were flowing out from inside into the front yard. I could already smell the weed and my mind was thrown back to Freddie and how he was always lighting up a joint at every one of the parties I’d gone to in school. 

“C’mon.” George grabbed my hand again and pulled me behind him into the house. The place was packed, even more than any of the parties I had ever been too. 

“So I just fucked her right there in the stairwell and let me tell you bro, was nuts. Hopping around on my dick like it was a pogo stick.” I spared a look at the blonde boy talking to a group of about three other guys right by the front door. 

“This party seems super promising.” I called to the group over the pounding music, If I wasn’t mistaken it was ‘Tipsy’ playing, and if I looked to the ‘dance floor’ there would be a lot of girls dropping to the floor. George looked over his shoulder and laughed shaking his head. He used his grip on his arm to pull me into him, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. Our joined hands resting just above my boob. My eyes zeroed in on it and how close he was to actually copping a feel. 

Calm down horn dog, he’s not touching you…

“I’m with you all night babe.” He lent down and called into my ear. I couldn’t do much more than nod my head and try to take deep breaths as my heart fluttered out of my chest once again.  I tried to take deep breaths as we worked our way through the crowd, the air thick with the smell of weed, spilled alcohol, and sex. I’m just guessing this is what sex smelled like at least. 

“Plans working,” Dean smirked. I looked back at him, noticing the girls around us giving the five boys in my company, the once over before quickly looking away then back for a double-take. 

“God Dean you’re such a good guy.” I called loudly through the crowd as Dean stopped a drink being spilt on my dress. I gave him a quick wink, my hand gripping tighter onto George’s hands. “Any girl would be lucky to have you.” I looked at a girl whose head perked up at my words. “I can’t believe you’re still single.” 

“You’re my number one girl.” He chuckled shaking his head. “But I do think it’s time for me to find a drink.” He smiled slipping away from us. 

“I’ll come, I need to piss.” Jordan broke off leaving just the four of us to face the madness alone. 

“Drink?” I nodded my head at Henry. “Y/N looks like she needs one.”

“Try two,” I called back tucking myself into George more as a guy passed by us eyes focused purely on my cleavage. “Maybe three.” Henry took off shaking his head in laughter, stopping every now and then to greet this person or that person. “He’s popular.” I whispered above the music to Harry who nodded his head. We walked into the slightly emptier, but still overcrowded. 

“Never drink the punch,” Henry called over his shoulder. “That’s where everyone puts their dregs of drink they don’t want, it’s never safe.” 

“Don’t touch the punch.” I repeated. “Got it.” George walked us towards the lest populated corner of the kitchen. 

“Sit up here Y/N.” His hand left mine for the first time we entered the house, only to grab me by the waist and lift me up onto the kitchen counter. My legs swung off the side as I pushed the skirt of my dress down to cover my legs. “Comfortable?” I nodded my head. 

“Thanks.” George smiled and jumped up beside me, arm wrapping around my shoulders again. I felt my cheeks flush. 

“You okay Y/N?” I looked up to Harry and Henry were now standing in front of us, four bottles expertly held between his fingers, Henry a mirror image. “You look a little warm.” 

“Maybe you should take your jacket off.” George pulled the leather off a little revealing more of my chest and shoulder. 

“Yeah, maybe.” I pulled the jacket off sitting it beside me. “What are those?” Harry held two of the drinks out to me. I grabbed onto both of them as Henry passed two off to George. “Cider?”

“It’s Strawberry and lime?” He studied the bottle himself. “Sugar get’s your drunker quicker.” He shrugged his shoulder. “Or so Julie was telling me?”

“Whose Julie then?” George smirked. 

“The girl who recommended the cider mate.” Harry chuckled turning he looked over his shoulder, the three of us looked as well finding where he was looking, a pretty redhead was standing at the other end of the kitchen watching us. 

“She’s fit,” Henry concluded. I tuned out their conversation pulling the bottle to my lips, head tips back and a rush of bubbly cider filled my mouth. It was delicious. I could see how people got drunk on this easily. “How is it?” It tasted like lolly water. 

If you keep drinking Y/N maybe you’ll forget how pathetic you are falling for a guy who is so clearly out of your god damn league and you don’t even believe in leagues. 

“Y/N?” 

“Huh?”

“It must be good then.” George cackled, his body shaking mine as his arm pulled me tighter against him. “If it made Y/N stay quiet for more than five minutes.”

Don’t enjoy this too much Y/N, he’s just making appearances for his next party. He’ll probably tell girls your his sister…  It’s just to show girls they’re nice guys. 

“There you guys are.” Jordan and Dean reappeared at the entrance to the kitchen. They had two girls with them. “C’mon they’re starting the games.” 

“Oh, joy, party games,” I mumbled as I slipped off the kitchen counter grabbing my jacket. Just as a girl came up to us, she ran a finger through her hair, pushing it off her shoulder. 

“George? Are you coming?” Henry stopped by the counter. 

“I’ll catch up.” He smirked, not taking his eyes off the girl.

“April,” She giggled furiously. 

“I’m George.”

He doesn’t like you Y/N, you have to be okay with that. 

“C’mon Y/N.” Harry grabbed my hand this time pulling me behind him into the living room. A group of people were crowded around the wooden table, I could hear the spinning of a bottle on the hardtop surface. 

“We’re going to change things up this time, it’s no longer just spin the bottle, it’s spin the bottle ten minutes in heaven.” A loud cheer went up through the group as Harry stood us in front of the table. He stood behind me, protectively keeping people from bumping into me as they got rowdier. “Now, who’s next?” He looked around before his eyes stopped on me. “You,” He pushed the bottle across the table to me. I could feel my face flush over as I momentarily looked back at Harry. I reached out and grabbed the old beer bottle, sparing a glance at the people around the table. “You have to spin it, sweetheart.” The guy called again. 

“No shit,” I called back before reaching across to the middle of the table. Not only was my cleavage exposed, but I was pretty sure my ass was pressing right against Harry’s crutch. I spun the bottle quickly standing back upright, Harry’s left hand fell onto my hip. 

The bottle spun ten times in total before it stopped. It stopped between the guy who was standing beside us, smelling suspiciously of weed, or Harry. 

“It’s on me,” Harry called arm wrapping around my waist. “Closet” 

“Upstairs. Use a bedroom.” The boy smirked. People whooped as we walked away from the table. Harry leading me up the stairs by the hand. I turned to look back at the crowd as we ascended and through the small doorway into the kitchen I saw George with the girl he’d left me for. Except now they weren’t just talking. His tongue was down her throat. 

Just like all the other guys. 

“Come on.” Harry tugged me gently pulling me up the final part of the stairs. My mind was a blur as he pulled us into another room, the door shutting behind him, blocking out the noise of the party into a dim roar.

What had George done to me? 

He’s like my drug, whenever I get his attention I get really happy for a while. But when I don’t it’s like the world is falling apart and I don’t know what to do anymore. 

“You’ve got feelings for him don’t you?” I didn’t have to look at Harry to know he was judging me. 

“That obvious?” I walked over to the bed and sat down. I wonder how many people have had sex on this bed tonight?

“I’ve seen the look before.” 

“God, I’m pathetic.” 

“Why because you have feelings for someone?”

“No, because I have feelings for someone so out of my league.” I lent my elbows on my knees. “I don’t look like the girls he goes for Harry. They’re all skinny, they’re all blonde… I’m neither of those things.” You’re fat with brown hair Y/N. The complete opposite of what he goes for. 

“You’re right.” My head snapped up to Harry. 

“I’m what?”

“You’re right.” He walked over to me and sat beside me on the bed. “You’re nothing like those girls.” Even Harry can see how wrong I was for George. “You’re smart, you’re funny, and unlike them Y/N you’re beautiful without even trying.”

“I thought I told you to stop flirting with me, Harry.”

“This isn’t flirting.” He grabbed onto my hand. “This is me, telling you that you are worth more than any of those girls, and MacKay is an idiot if he doesn’t see it… Who knows, maybe one day he might but why are you wasting your time waiting around for a maybe?” 

“I don’t know how not too.” I opened my mouth waiting for the reason to tumble out but instead, all I could do was stutter. 

“Try.”

“He was there for me when I needed him, Harry… He was the only one there for me.” 

“Do you really have feelings for him?” 

“I think so.” 

“You have to tell him.” Harry stood up and tried to pull me up. 

“No Harry I can’t.” I pulled him back, this started a game of tug of war, my arm being the rope. “Harry stop it.”

“Don’t be a baby Y/N.” He pulled me, My butt left the bed, but I dug my feet in and managed to counteract his pull, causing both of us to fall back onto the bed. Harry fell half on top of me. “Y/N.” He shook his head, pushing some of the hair out of my eyes. “If you don’t tell him, you’ll never be able to breathe.” 

“I can’t do that.” I moved my head a little closer to his.  I looked from his eyes down to his lips. The sudden feeling of want washing over me. 

“Y/N, you’ll regret it.” He whispered back, his head also moving closer to mine. 

“I’m not sure I would.” The door swung open breaking us apart. Harry rolled off me and I sat up, making sure my skirt covered everything. 

“Y/N?” I squinted, looking at the figure. “Harry.” They walked closer. 

Holy fuck it was George. 

“I… I gotta go…” I yelled getting up and rushing out of the room. 

“Y/N, come back,” George yelled over the crowd. I pushed my way out through the crowd and down the stairs. I didn’t look back, I couldn’t. I felt the cider bubbling in my stomach threatening to come out. I made it out of the house, across the road and partway down the street before it did. When I was finished being sick I sat in the gutter, hot tears rolling from my eyes. I couldn’t tell you if it was from being sick, or the fact that George saw Harry and me. 

“Y/N.” I wiped the tears from my cheeks on the back of my hand. “Y/N, it’s Henry.” I stood up from the gutter to see him walking down the road, on the other side to me. “Y/N it’s not safe for you out here alone.” 

“I’m fine,” I called back sinking back onto the ground. 

“Harry and George are looking for you,” 

“I just want to go home.” 

“You don’t want to go back to the party?” I shook my head. “Alright,” He sat beside me. 

“What are you doing?”

“My ma would kill me if I left a girl alone.” 

“You don’t have to stay with me, you can go back to the party.”

“It’s fine Y/N. I don’t mind.”

“Aren't their girls you want to pull?” Henry shook his head. 

“No, They’re not really my type?”

“Party girls, aren’t your type?”

“No, girls aren’t my type.” 

“You’re gay?” 

“As gay as you like George.”

"That’s a lot,” I whispered. “Do they know?” 

“George does, Jordan…”

“Don’t blame you.” I giggled despite myself. “I won’t tell anyone if you don't want that, not that there's anything to tell…”

“It’s fine Y/N.” He pulled his jacket off and slipped it around my shoulders. "Harry has your jacket.” I nodded my head. “Wanna tell me what happened?” 

“I nearly kissed Harry, and George saw…” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” I buried my head in my hands. “I’m such an idiot.”

“He knows it was for the game… He’s not angry. He’s actually glad it was Harry and no one else…”

“He doesn't hate me?”

“I think it’s physically impossible to hate you Y/N.” 

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