#while i still had to work Ruin gave me a push to be able to finish what i had to do

[ghosting-fox]

you all know that audio from bladerunner? "you look lonely i can fix that"?? my brain wouldn't let me rest until i haven't drawn that with Sun n Moon

but jokes aside, really self-indulgent comic bc both Security Breach and Ruin came out when i was at a low point mentally and helped me greatly just be able to move forward and get through each day (and i won't even be getting into how much these 2 fictional robot jesters have helped me refind my passion for drawing)

i really hope that more people can relate to this :))

#anyways i mean it when i say my brain wouldn't rest until i whipped my pencil out n started drawing #tbh i stumbled upon the audio waaay back like 5-6 months ago?? #but just now like literally just now i though #damn that REALLY fits Sun n Moon #i think it might be bc this semester was really stressful for me #and this last month has been hell #i was honestly drained physically and mentally #but i managed to go through each day and move forward #n just when my whole energy was running out n just when i had a couple of days left where i had to work more than my body could carry #right then Ruin came out and it was like;; really a breath of fresh air #my brain was suddenly thinking about the lore and theories and not anymore stressing abt projects and exams #while i still had to work Ruin gave me a push to be able to finish what i had to do #now i'm taking a small 2 week break where i'm gonna go easier with uni work and letting my body heal itself :)) #but anyways enough rambling n everything #i really hope more of y'all can relate to this comic :)) #now onto the tags #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf superstar daycare #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #moondrop x y/n #sundrop x y/n #tw eye contact #doodles #traditional doodle #comic #Ghost doodles

[alvojake]

i need tattoo artist jungwon and reader is his client, also his ex-girlfriend

「notes」 : thank you, anon, for blessing my inbox with this beautiful request because it left me thinking of tatted jungwon for days 😵‍💫

Inked Hearts | Y.JW

「paring」 : tattoartist!exbf!jungwon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.9k

「synopsis」 : it has been a few months since you and jungwon had a huge fight resulting in you breaking up; though things ended poorly, you still craved his touch. then you realize that you still have a tattoo appointment with him, dreading it. you just decide to push his buttons, not fully expecting it to end with you bending over the bed.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : cussing, biting/marking, fingering, begging, choking, slight hair pulling, size kink, dom!jungwon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), orgasm denial, edging, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, petnames (babydoll, baby...), the reader is a brat, clit play, teasing, rough sex, both the reader and jungwon are kinda toxic, public(ish) sex, bulge kink, lmk if I missed anything!

It had been almost a month and a half since you and Jungwon had broken up over a petty little argument that some jealous girl in the club started. All because she couldn’t get Jungwon to budge when hitting on him. So what does she do? She spills her drink all over your outfit, then gets one of her guy friends to ‘help’ clean it up. All while making sure Jungwon was watching the whole time, this guy not so discreetly put his hands all over your chest.

The whole thing resulted in Jungwon yanking you away from Mr. Handsey and blowing up right outside of the club. He didn’t give you even a chance to explain what had happened, which only pissed you off. So you ended up yelling right back at him, embarrassed and hurt that he didn’t even bother giving you a chance to explain then goes and starts shouting hurtful things right outside where prying ears could easily hear.

It was safe to say that you never returned to your shared apartment that night, or any night, really. You only showed up when he wasn’t home to gather the things you’d need to crash at a friend's house until further notice.

Everyone told you that it would all blow over, and you would be able to talk it out with him. However, you knew he was too stubborn and your pride too large for either of you to step up and apologize first. This brings you to your current situation, staying with friends and working part-time at the very club that started this whole mess.

You didn’t really want to be working in the same place that ended your four-year-long relationship, but it’s not like you had much of a choice. It helped pay bills and kept you from going hungry. Though you can’t say, you valued your job enough to not jump over the counter every time you saw the little wench that ruined everything. The only thing holding you back was sitting behind bars until someone could come and bail you out. If they did.

Jungwon was still a sore spot for you, especially when you would drive by his tattoo shop. The very shop where he gave you your very first tattoo. The same shop that you were sure he had you bent over or on top of about every surface he could. Fucking you so good you saw stars and leaving your legs shaking. It brought back memories you wished you could relive, but then you remembered everything, and you’d be damned if you were going to be the first to apologize. 

But you never received a call nor a text of any kind from him, sure that he had blocked you. Thus leading you to believe that everything was actually over and you’d never see him again.

Or so you thought…

“Son of a fucking bitch!” You exclaimed, nearly flinging yourself off of your bed, phone clutched tightly in your hand.

“Y/n language!” your current roommate, Karina, shouted from down the hall. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone on the bed and stood on your feet. Not even two seconds later, Karina was peeking into your room, fixing her septum. “What happened, though? Anything juicy?”

You couldn’t help but give her a deadpan stare, you loved her, but her incessant need for any gossip was one thing that damn near drove you up a wall.

However, you just let it slide this time because you needed someone to rant to. “I fucking forgot that I had a tattoo appointment with Jungwon today.” You groaned, flinging yourself backward onto your bed while Karina stifled a laugh.

“Damn, babe, looks like the world is really against you.” She smirked at you, her eyes scanning your face catching the conflicted emotions that swirled in your eyes. 

Karina would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy seeing you like this; it was a taste of your own medicine, really. You were one of her closest friends, but anyone with a pair of eyes could tell that you sucked at communication and then blamed it on the other person. Was she rooting for you and Jungwon to get back together? Definitely. Was she also rooting for the possibility that Jungwon or someone would do something about the attitude you’ve had? Fuck yes. 

“Are you still going to go?” Karina asked as she looked down at her nails, making a mental note to repolish them when she had the chance.

With a sigh, you brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing the crease between your eyebrows. “I’m gonna have to. Jungwon is the only one that I know that can ace this design.” Groaning you slapped the palm of your hand against your forehead, “fuck it, I’m going, worst comes to worst I’ll just let Jay do it.”

Karina hummed, looking up at you through her lashes, watching as you hastily searched your wardrobe for a suitable outfit. She had to bite back a smirk when you pulled out a black lace bra and matching underwear. As much as you say you’re dreading running into your ex, your actions tell a whole other story.

You made it to the tattoo studio well before your appointment was meant to start; you’d rather be super early than late. 

Walking inside, you were greeted by the receptionist you’ve known since Jungwon hired her a year or so ago. Her lips were covered in a huge smile, showcasing her smiley piercing.

“Y/n, oh my god, it’s been forever! How have you been?” Belle greeted you as she stood from her seat, rushing over to engulf you in a hug.

“Hey Belle, I’ve been okay.” You patted her back softly before she moved away, her eyes shining brightly, “is Jungwon here?”

Belle’s eyebrows scrunched together, confused about your usage of Jungwon’s full name. She hadn’t been aware of the breakup, thinking that you had your own personal matters to attend to, which is why she hadn’t seen you.

“He went out to grab a few things, should be back soon.” The new voice caused your head to turn, catching sight of the tall, dark-haired male standing in the doorway, the light reflecting off of his eyebrow and lip rings. “How have you been holding up pipsqueak?” 

“Oh, you know, another day in paradise.” You shrugged, and Jay chuckled at the sarcasm dripping from your words, “And what have I said about that damn nickname?”

“And I’ve told you countless times to get used to it; it’s not goin’ anywhere.” He shrugged with a smirk, causing you to glare at him. “I’m surprised Won didn’t cancel the whole appointment; he’s been huffing and puffing about it all week.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “of course he has.” 

Jay laughed at the sour expression that had taken over your features, knowing that you weren’t much different from Jungwon with the whole ‘being the bigger person’ bit. Even if the two of you were locked in a room, he doubted you’d apologize to each other—at least not verbally.

Which is why Jay took it upon himself to clear out the studio as soon as you were back in Jungwon’s room. Giving you two the chance to ‘talk’ it out and saving everyone in the studio from the trauma of hearing it all happen. However, he needed something that he knew you’d use that would essentially set Jungwon off.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m free if you’d rather me do your tattoo,” he suggested, and he could see the hope gleam in your eyes. Too bad it was just a front. There was no way in hell that Jungwon would let anyone else do your tattoo, especially another guy, not with where it was placed.

“If he gives me too much hell, I might just take you up on that offer.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly pushing your breast up.

The sound of the bell above the door caused him to avert his gaze, already knowing who had just walked in.

Jungwon walks in, and his eyes instantly fall on you before flickering over to Jay, who had been in mid-conversation with you. His face sours at the sight of you just standing there, more so when he notices the thin shirt you are wearing, as well as the skirt that sits just barely below your ass. Noticing his presence, you look over before rolling your eyes at the glare that harbored his face, already growing annoyed with his face.

You turn away, opening your mouth to talk to Jay once more. However, you are cut short when Jungwon walks in front of you, setting things down on the reception desk.

“Is your memory that bad that you forgot where my room was, or were you just waiting for an escort?” His tone was snarky as his eyes flickered over to you, eyebrow quirked up. He couldn’t help but smirk at the annoyed expression that painted your face beautifully. If there was one thing he loved almost just as much as fucking you, it was getting under your skin, riling you up.

“I do not ne-” “Hey Belle, put these in the back for me, will ya?” Jungwon just cut you off leaving you standing there looking at him with a flabbergasted look, jaw clenched tightly. 

Jay stood off to the side, watching with an amused gleam in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure, then he’s definitely sure now. It wasn’t just any normal tension between the two of you. No, it was just straight sexual tension. He then looked over at Heeseung, who had just looked up from his phone, motioning towards the door. The purple-haired male nodded before motioning to the others discreetly.

“Come on, Dory, let me show you the way since you obviously don’t remember.” Jungwon’s words struck a cord, and it took everything in you not to blow up. Your dark eyes watched Jungwon’s back as he walked into the main room, taking a deep breath deciding that he wasn’t worth the humiliation. So you waved softly at Jay before following after your ex-boyfriend.

Walking into Jungwon’s room, you could easily tell that he was annoyed, especially when he shut the door with such force that it shook the walls a bit. Rolling your eyes once more, you walked over to the counter, leaning back on it.

“You know, if you’re so pissed about doing my tattoo, I’m sure Jay would love to do it for me.” You bit back a smirk as his jaw tightened, the veins in his neck starting to pop out. A sense of pride filled your chest, knowing that you were slowly getting under his skin.

“Shut up and take your shirt off.” He hissed through gritted teeth, turning his body to face you. His eyes bore into you, making a chill go down your spine. The same stare that he would give you moments before he pinned you to the next surface and ‘taught’ you a lesson. Normally you would have thought that it would disgust you after everything, but no. It left your body burning, sure that your panties were already getting soaked.

However, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of winning. No, he was going to have to make you.

“You know that’s not how you would talk to a client, plus the least you could do is turn around.” You sassed him, crossing your arms over your chest once more, a smirk spreading across your glossed lips.

It took Jungwon two seconds flat to move in front of you, hands against the counter, caging your body in. His warm breath fanned your face as he inched closer. Your heart lept in your chest at the sudden proximity, and your stomach did flips as his scent filled your senses.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you in less. Take it off before I tear it off.” He growled, the sound sending a wave of heat right to your core.

Keeping your composure, you stood straight, brushing your nose right against his, finger poking his chest. “Last time I checked, you said you didn’t want to see my tainted goods.”

In the blink of an eye, Jungwon had his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to elicit a whimper from you.

“The only thing ‘tainted’ about you is that damn attitude.” His voice was low as he pulled you closer to him, his lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes stared up at him, pupils blown wide, and Jungwon wasn’t stupid; he knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. A smirk then spread across his lips, sending a shiver throughout your body, “how about you listen and lose it, or…” he closed the gap between your bodies. Your heart lurched when you felt his bulge against your stomach. “Am I gonna have to fuck it out of you like old times?” The sinister gleam in his eyes was enough to tell you what the answer was.

“Won…” You breathed out, voice hoarse from his hold. Your body was becoming uncomfortably hot, and the ache between your legs only grew as the seconds passed.

Jungwon chuckled, “Oh, so it’s Won now? Not Jungwon or asshole?” His fingers tightened a bit more, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Then his smirk faded, and his eyes darkened, “On the bed, give me any more attitude, and you won’t be cumming, babydoll.” His grip then fell from your throat, allowing you to breathe properly.

You bit your tongue to suppress the smirk on your lips as you walked over to the bed, climbing on top. Laying back on your elbows, your legs parted just enough to give him a peek at your black underwear. 

“Are you sure you can restrain yourself? I mean, it has been a while.” Your lips quirked up as you stretched your foot out, brushing over his growing erection. Amusement gleamed in your eyes as his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening even more.

Jungwon grabbed your ankle, pulling it to his side before slotting himself between your legs. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hip, pulling your body flush against his. Your body shivered at his touch, goosebumps littering your skin, and the arousal pooling in your panties grew even more.

“Missed my touch that much, huh?” That cocky smirk found its way back onto his lips, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, right.” You huffed, staring up at him, but Jungwon wasn’t stupid. He knew your body like the back of his hand—every little thing that made you tick, all the places that would have you like putty in his hands. He knew that you were craving him just by the look in your eyes when you walked in.

“Really?” He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, eyes boring into yours. “Because your body is telling me otherwise.” His fingers found your clothed core, pressing down, feeling your slick soak through. Your jaw clenched shut trying to keep from letting any noises out, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“How do you know it’s for you? I mean, Jay does loo-” Before you could even finish your sentence, Jungwon had his ring-clad fingers wrapped around your throat. Squeezing hard enough to elicit a squeak from your lips, eyes staring up at him with a glare.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” He growled, his eyes challenging you and normally you would have just kept your mouth shut, but right now? You wanted to push his buttons until he snapped, that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you didn’t have to obey him.

He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, after all.

Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips for a split second. “I was saying that Jay looks more than capable to fuck me stupid.”

Then, just like that switch flipped in Jungwon’s brain, his eyes darkened with a rage you’ve never seen before. His hand around your neck released its grip before he leaned back far enough to strip himself of his jacket, revealing his inked skin. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, hands itching to touch him. However, before your hands made contact with his skin, he had your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head.

Jungwon’s dick twitched in his pants as he took in how small your hands were in comparison to his. Really just how much smaller you were compared to him altogether. He loved it, loved how easy it was for him to trap you in place. Loved how easy he could maneuver your body to whatever position he wanted. He then realized just how much he missed having you pinned underneath him.

“Babydoll, we both know that no one can fuck you stupid like I can.” He chastised you before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your jaw. Your body squirmed under his, the heat making you feel lightheaded. The need for some kind of friction was almost overbearing.

Jungwon relished in the way your hips were moving against his, listening to the soft sounds that left your lips. His free hand then moved from your hip, finding your clothed clit, and pressing down harshly.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your nerves shooting shockwaves throughout your entire body. His hands were rough on your body, sending your mind reeling. “Won, wait- shit, please be gentle.” You whined out as his pace picked up, making your body jolt. Tears are already pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Jungwon chuckled darkly before he bit down on the junction of your neck, “You want gentle? Wrong fucking address.” he growled before moving your underwear to the side, sliding a finger into your tight hole with ease.

Your mouth fell agape as soundless moans fell from your lips, and your body shivered. It had been far too long since you’ve experienced anything like this, and it was turning your brain to mush.

“Look at you, I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already about to cum.” He berated you as he slipped another finger into your soaping cunt.

“Jungwon!” You cried out, nails digging into the palm of your hand. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and the knot in your stomach tightened unimaginably as his fingers brushed against your sweet spot.

Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching on either side of his hips as his fingers coaxed your climax closer. Jungwon smirked against your skin, knowing you were close to the way you were squeezing his fingers like a vice. Your moans of his name were music to his ears, though what he wanted was for your ability to make coherent sentences completely useless.

Just as your high was about to crash over you, Jungwon pulled his soaked fingers from your pulsating pussy, making a loud whine fall from your parted lips.

“Fuck! You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” You cried out, meeting his eyes as he pulled away from your neck.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?” He smirked, keeping his eyes on yours as he stuck his drenched digits in his mouth. You whined, wiggling under his grip as frustration bubbled up in your chest. “Be a good girl and beg, then I might let you cum.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, eyes glaring up at him. “In your dreams, pretty boy.” You spit out, jaw clenched tightly. Eyes watched as he just shook his head, a sinister smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be begging for me by the time I’m through with you.” His fingers then slipped back into your slick cunt, his pace relentless. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your noise down while he worked his slender fingers into you.

The pattern continued for what felt like hours. Jungwon would work you close to your climax before ripping it away. Tears were spilling from your eyes, smearing your makeup from the frustration of not being able to cum.

You had lost count of how many times he’d denied you, but you knew that you could only handle so much more. The underwear you had been wearing had been tossed off in the room somewhere, leaving your arousal to pool on the bed beneath you.

The skin of your neck and chest had been painted in deep red and purple blotches as well as bite marks. Your pupils were blown wide as you stared up at him. Your walls clenched around his fingers once again as another orgasm built up in your gut.

“Won-” You were cut off by a choked moan as he denied you yet another orgasm; sobs racked your lungs as you wiggled under his hold. 

“Awww, is my poor baby getting frustrated?” He smirked, eyes studying your expressions as he slid his fingers back into your puffy cunt. His pace was quick, making sure he added extra pressure to your sweet spot, knowing that you would fold sooner rather than later.

As another orgasm built up, your eyes rolled back, and your will was slowly diminishing. Your chest was tight as you anticipated him to stop once again.

And he did.

You cried out, pleading with him with your eyes, but he wanted to hear you. You knew that you were going to have to swallow your pride if you were going to get what you wanted.

A gasp fell from your lips as he pressed against your clit, moving in tight circles. Your head fell back as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Won- fuck, please don’t stop. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You panted, eyes meeting his darker ones.

He leaned down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing to your ear as he sunk his fingers back into you. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”

Pleas and whines fell from your lips as he continued to work into your core, tears blurring your vision. Hoping that he wouldn’t stop this time, that he would actually give you what you wanted.

But just like before he pulled away just as it was about to crash over you.

Before you could even whine about it, he let go of your hands, pulling your body off of the bed, flipping you over before bending you over. A choked moan fell from your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass before rubbing the red spot.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you cum babydoll.” He smirked, hands tracing up your thighs and under the skirt you were still wearing. His thumb pressed against your slit, watching as you clenched around it.

“Wonnie, please fuck me already.” You whined head turned to look back at him. Eyes glazed over with lust, the only thing on your mind was having him fucking you so good that you saw stars.

He unzipped his pants before tugging them down, letting his dick spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight, hips subconsciously wiggling in anticipation. He chuckled darkly before pumping himself a few times, then grabbing your hip in his other hand. He teased your entrance with his tip until you were a whining, begging mess.

“Well, if you want it so bad, then you better start taking it.” Without another word, he bottomed out in one go, causing a pitiful squeak to leave your lips.

“W-Won-” Your words caught in your throat as he started thrusting into you at a bruising pace, not giving you a chance to adjust. His hand gripped your hips so tightly that you were sure there would be bruises by the next day.

Another choke moan spilled from your lips as one of his hands snaked around your waist, fingers finding your sensitive clit. He circled the bundle of nerves harshly in time with his thrust causing your body to jolt and a cry to fall from your lips.

You buried your face into the hard cushions of the bed, hoping to muffle some of your noises, suddenly becoming acutely aware of where you were. You prayed that no one could hear anything that was going on right now. However, Jungwon didn’t care who heard. Actually, he did care because he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to, especially Jay. 

He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your body up, your back flush against his chest as he continued to plow into you. Your moans grow louder as the position changes.

“Feels good, huh, babydoll?” He chuckled as his hand snaked around your hips, pressing down on the small bulge in your lower stomach. A choked cry fell from your lips as he pressed down, making you feel him even more, “You really wanna tell me that Jay can fuck you just as good as I can? Hmm?” 

You shook your head frantically, knowing that no one would be able to get you like this but him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Jungwon!” You screamed out the worry of other people hearing completely gone from your mind.

He continued to pound into your abused pussy, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. The pressure of his hand on your stomach was making your mind fuzz as moans and whines of his name fell from your lips.

“Gonna cum already baby?” He growled in your ear as he snapped his hips into yours, hitting spots that only he had claimed for himself. His grip tightened on your waist as he angled his hip a bit more.

“Holy shit!” You cursed loudly, your eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot dead on. Your mouth fell open as your head lolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your lips.

A high-pitched squeak left your mouth when he brought his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing harshly. All of the pleasure and your impending orgasm were causing your legs to start shaking and your mind to go blank.

“That’s it, babydoll, give it to me. Make a mess on my cock” Jungwon knew you were close, switching his position once more until you were crying over his dick, moments away from your orgasm. He pressed wet and hot kisses along your exposed neck before biting down in time with his fingers on your clit.

Silent moans fell from your lips, and your vision turned white as your orgasm tore through your body. Jungwon groaned into your skin as you clenched down tightly on him, but his pace didn’t slow, easily throwing you into overstimulation.

“W-Won- fuck!” Your whole body was trembling as continuous waves of pleasure washed through your body.

“Fuck. I’m almost there; just hold on.” His harsh and gruff tone had switched to soft and borderline whines, causing your mind to almost combust.

His once harsh pace was starting to become sloppy, erratic, and uneven, a telltale sign that he was close. His hips still snapped into yours harshly, which was bringing you closer to another orgasm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You whine out, nails digging into Jungwon’s forearms, trying to ground yourself as another climax washes over you, nearly taking your breath away. Tears were spilling from the corner of your eyes, falling down and drenching Jungwon’s shirt under your head.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. You’re gonna take all of it, babydoll, got it?” He growled in your ear but didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was pumping his load into your womb.

His hips jerk a few more times, fucking his cum back into you before falling to a complete stop.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stood there, trying to catch your breath. Jungwon pressed soft kisses over the swollen spots on your skin where he had bit down. Coaxing you back down from your high, fingers drawing shapes on your hips.

“Won…” You breathed out, blinking your eyes a few times to clear the tears before glancing up at him.

“There she is.” He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The feeling made your heart flutter—you had missed this, you had missed him. 

Then everything came flooding back, the hurt following. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself away from him before searching for your underwear with shaky legs.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Jungwon asked, fixing himself before making his way towards you.

“This shouldn’t have happened, we’re not together anymore.” You told him, your eyes looking everywhere but him.

Jungwon could hear the hurt in your tone, and he knew you were right about the not being together part, at least. However, he wasn’t about to let you walk away from him again no matter how upset he was then, he knew now.

“Baby…” His hands found your waist, pulling you into his chest, causing your heart to lurch. 

“Jungwon, let me-” “No, please listen to me. I’m sorry I was such a dickhead.” He breathed out, arms wrapping around your smaller frame, “I should have let you explain but instead I just let her words cloud my mind and I know that’s not any excuse, but I’m sorry I truly am.” His words sunk into your skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes once more. “Let me make it up to you. Give me a chance, please baby.”

You inhaled shakily before turning your head to look back at him, “Fine, but only if we go to that one restaurant I like.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before peppering kisses all over your face, “Whatever you want, baby.”

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fuck yourself good for me - jennie kim

genre; smut

pairing; jennie x female reader

content; phone sex, dirty talking, masturbation, mentions of toys, implications of a toxic relationship,

words; 2.5k

You added a small splash of tequila into your glass, dropping in another piece of ice into the golden brown liquid. You busied your other hand with calling Jennie and putting it on speaker. She didn’t make you wait and picked up on the first signal. 

“Jennie…”

Jennie shuddered at the way you purred her name on the other end, biting her tongue as she needed to gather her thoughts because she knew how you liked to avert the conversations. She had things she wanted to ask, she needed answers and she would have to figure out if you were lying or not. You always had a thing for lying.

“Who were you talking to?” It was always the same and nothing ever changed between you two. Your and her love didn’t come with any soft apologies, it didn’t come with talking it out. Whenever you and her tried to talk something out it ended up with fights and nothing else. You two didn’t know how to talk about certain things, you knew how to scream until the words would no longer make sense. It usually only made everything worse. It was easier to not talk those things out at all, it was easier to ignore them and pretend it never happened. 

“It’s a secret.” You simply answered, slipping the straps of the mini dress off your shoulders slowly as you continued to talk to Jennie. 

She frowned at your words while toying with the duvet. You clearly knew how to get on her nerves and she knew that you were doing it on purpose right now and yet it still worked. Jennie heaved a sigh to control her anger because she knew how to do it. She wished that she was right there with you because that made things easier than doing it over the phone.

“I’m serious, who were you talking to? You’ve been drinking too.” Jennie asked again, her tone being that serious yet soft tone that always coaxed you. 

You didn’t want her to hang up on you or get angry with you because you were good at ruining certain moments. She’s told you that before. How you ruined things. You tried to change but things always fell apart for you and it was infuriating how you always had to watch your world crumble to pieces and the only person at fault was you.

“Jae-hyuk called me… and I was attending a dinner so I had my fair share of alcohol.” You decided to leave the party out of the conversation because she didn’t like you going to those. 

Jennie’s ears perked up at the soft thud that followed right after. “What’re you doing?” She swallowed, waiting as you giggled softly.

“Undressing…” 

“What did you wear out?”

You gave her a different answer to the question as you grabbed the crystal glass with tequila and the phone. “I feel like what I am wearing right now would cater to you much better.” You licked your lips as the alcohol and desires lingered on them. Feeling the heat spread through your whole body while you walked to the bed, forgetting everything else. You slumped onto the mattress and pushed yourself up into the middle of the bed, the only thing missing was Jennie on top or under you. 

Lifting yourself on one elbow you let your phone rest beside you, holding the cold glass in your other hand. Water droplets were gathered around the glass as you brought it over to your stomach, watching as you got goosebumps on your skin from the cold when you touched your skin with the edge of the bottom. The cold made you suck in your stomach while you waited for the person you always found yourself waiting for. The one your whole world revolved around because you made it revolve around her.

“Y/n…” Jennie tried to stay on track, knowing that you were trying to direct the conversation to your wants and needs. To the things that worked out between you two. It was able to make her want the same things either way because nothing stayed on track with you.

“I miss you, I miss how you fuck me…how good you make me feel, the way you work your tongue on my pussy and make my legs shake. You know what more I miss?” You closed your eyes, trailing the glass over your stomach as you listened to her heaving breaths, knowing you were able to make her chest heave in seconds. The glass left a wet trail of cold water on your hot stomach, your body heating up more.

“What?” You smiled at her barely there tone, hearing how she shuffled on the other end.

“The way you arch your back whenever I bury my face in your pussy Jennie, how you cry out my name and ride my face…” More shuffling came from her end and you could imagine the way her thighs were squeezing right now and how she was contemplating whether or not she should sneak her hand between her legs or not. If she should play with her clit, her puffy pussy lips while she listened to you talk. Smear that slick all over her fingers before pushing them inside herself.

These were some of the conversations that always went perfectly, the ones that made you both feel good and grow stronger desires for each other. 

“I would let you fuck me in all the ways you want. Choke me, tie me up, push me until you break all my limits…I’d do everything you ask for and then fuck you just as good.” Jennie was unsure what to say as her fingers were running over her inner thighs, inching close to where it had started to throb. Her fingers ran over the wetness that had already gathered at her inner thighs from how they had been rubbing together.

“Everything?” Jennie asked, taking in a breath at all the ways she was thinking of taking you the next time you two would be alone. All the ways you would then fuck her just as good. How she would bury her face between your thighs and eat you out until you wouldn't be able to take more, her tongue would work for hours, flicking and sucking at your swollen clit. Her chest heaved more and more with each thought and second. 

You hummed, your voice dripping with what was nothing more than something that seduced the second it reached the ears. “I want to feel it all, fingers, mouth, strap, I want it fast, I want it rough and deep, I want to be brought to the edge multiple times…all of it. My body is all yours.”

You bit your lower lip at the muffled whimper coming from Jennie, thinking of where her hand was right now, making you plant the cold glass right above your navel to try and cool down. You’d let her do whatever she pleased with you because you loved it and so did she. You were at her mercy until you no longer were. The way she would destroy you in the best ways possible in bed.

You knew that you managed to have Jennie get lost in your words though as her breaths were heavier, her whimpers were faint and muffled, hearing the shuffling of her sheets.

“I will be eating you out for hours, Y/n…fuck you with a strap from behind, you’re gonna feel that toy so deep inside you that you will be screaming for more as I stretch your pussy- fuck. I will be playing with your pussy until it hurts and your legs can't stop shaking.” Jennie’s tone was laced with wants and needs, small whines and whimpers falling around the sentence as her voice was breathy.

Her words brought your mind to the ways she had fucked you before, to the ways she would fuck you the next time. Letting you know that she would give you what you love and need like always. She always got through even after everything by simply giving you the right kind of love. 

“I want to watch you ride it- you’re so fucking hot when you ride.” From the way her voice was changing, Jennie was fucking herself while you refrained because you wanted to wait for her to come and fuck you. You could only imagine how her fingers were working on her swollen and slick clit, the way she would play with her puffy lips and smear her wetness everywhere until she would orgasm. It was making you rub your thighs together.

“I love it when you watch me,” You sighed a hum, all those heated moments of deep passion swirling in your mind. How she would admire, hold you, and tell you all those words that left you wanting more. She’d get off from watching you and you were her sex symbol.

“Y/n, I want-” Her breath hitched and you finally turned to lay on your stomach, crossing your legs to ease the tension. Your fingers traced the rim of the glass as you took the phone, putting it to your ear instead, to hear all the sounds she was making better. The shuffling of sheets and her whimpering moans fill your ears.

“You want what, Jennie?” You asked, she hummed. “I want you,” She failed to hold back the moan that followed and you picked up the glass, thinking about how she wanted you.

“What’re you wearing?” Her voice cut through your thoughts, taking you back to what you two were doing.

Jennie’s voice was needy, desperately wanting to know what you were wearing to imagine you better as she already knew your body by every inch so it wasn’t hard to imagine. 

“Black lace.” You said as you were in only the black lace lingerie you had under the dress, knowing that Jennie got off of you even more in certain colours. Black was one of them and lace made her fuck you into a mattress until you were crying for more while also not being able to take more.

“Can you see-” You cut her off, knowing what she wanted to know, knowing exactly what she loved.

“Yeah, you can see everything through the lace.” You confirmed for her and she let out an almost strained whine.

“Can you turn on your camera?” Jennie didn’t want anything else right this moment than to see you and what you had on with her own eyes, her hand still between her thighs. Her palm pressed against her clit with her fingers deep inside her throbbing and clenching walls. If only she got to see you she knew she would climax within the next few seconds. 

“If you say please.” You teased, knowing she wasn’t one to plead during sex. It was too humiliating for her, but Jennie had been breaking her own rules and going against her morals ever since she got a taste of the sins you provided her with.

Jennie wanted nothing more than to take part in all the sinful things you did and never begged for forgiveness. The thrill it made her feel, to be with you, to be in your presence and then behind closed doors have her ways with you.

“Can you turn on your camera, please?” She pleaded, going against all her beliefs because you were her religion at times like these. A breathless chuckle left your parted lips, but you had better plans than giving into her pleading.

“If you want to see me you will have to do it in person, baby.” 

“Y/n- please, just- fuck- please I want to see you…I’m so close, baby, please.” You smiled at her words, hearing how much she needed you right now. Jennie begging you for something so simple as turning on your camera to see your body while fucking herself. It was how much she needed you to get the most out of her orgasm.

“Love you, Jennie, fuck yourself good for me.” You bid your goodbye, hanging up on her and dropping your phone as you drank the rest of the tequila, finishing it. Too tired to do anything about the throbbing between your legs you crawled over to the pillows, placing the glass down and getting under the covers. You grabbed one of the two shams before taking aim and throwing it at the light switch across the room. The chandelier turned off and your warm body got engulfed by the cold covers as you closed your eyes, everything spinning with Jennie’s voice echoing around the spinning mess.

Jennie clenched her jaw as the line went dead, letting her phone drop to the side as she kept on thinking about you. Her fingers coated in her sticky mess pulled out of her throbbing hole and moved up to work on her throbbing clit unable to stop her hips from bucking into her hand from how good it felt as she imagined it being your hand right between her thighs.

Her sopping pussy turned her sheets into a mess, you always managed to do that. The control of her sounds flew out the window as she let out a series of moans her back arched with her legs trembling, reaching the peak. Your name flew out as a cry of pleasure as the heat washed over her with her other hand gripping onto her pillow for support.

She jerked at her touch, whimpering before she removed her hand from her pussy that was throbbing from aftershocks. Jennie took a deep breath, trying to collect herself as she panted, the heat being too much as she kicked the duvet off herself with her body slumping after. 

Jennie thought for a second although there wasn’t much to think about as she reached for her phone after wiping her hand on the tee she had on that was ruined with her juices either way. She licked her dry lips as she would get up to clean her mess in a second and drink water. You always got what you wanted and she was left without any answers to all the questions that she had. She got lost so quickly in the moment that she didn’t even have time to realise and by the time she would be collected you were gone. She couldn't ask you what you had been doing for the past few days or who you had been with after the fight.

With a few words you managed to make her fantasize about so many things, you managed to say so much in just a few sentences and Jennie’s heart was still pounding as she was catching her breath. The only light in the room was from her phone’s screen. Jennie still wanted to know what you had been doing while she hadn’t been talking with you. She knew that she would never find that out through a phone call.

It was close to 2 am when she texted her manager about flights to you.

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Drunk On You - Eddie Munson x Reader Smut 18+

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings - eating out, fingering, piv sex, biting, hickeys, overstimulation, eddie being a little shit, me not having this beta or proof read, this being completely self indulgent, porn without plot, porn right out of the gate, slightly pussy drunk eddie munson

Word count - 2.3k

A/N - i dont even think i can say anything, i just love the idea of pussy drunk eddie and i desperately needed to write something :) and a little two post day for you all

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Hot salty tears spilled from your eyes and onto your cheeks. Your makeup which had been applied so carefully this morning was not smudged and speared all over your face.

Mascara running down the length of your cheeks with the tears. Chest heaving desperately trying to pull oxygen into your lungs.

Your vision was heavy with stars and your brain was foggy with the post orgasm oxycontin cloud. Your hair splayed across the pillow like a halo.

Eddie showed no sign of slowing down his movements, his lips and tongue viciously attacking your now very swollen and drenched pussy.

One of his hands firmly grips your thigh, forcing you to hold them open for him. The metal rings he wore dug into your soft flesh so hard you worried he might leave permanent marks along your skin. The other one was linked with yours, rubbing soft circles against the back of your hand.

Your thighs were a mess, decorated with a sleuth of hickeys and faint bitemarks.

Eddie ran his tongue over your clit once more, making your hips involuntary buck upwards towards him. He used his lips to latch onto your clit, sucking at it ever so gently just to be able to hear your reaction.

There were no words spilling from your lips, you were far beyond that stage. All you could do was moan and whimper, any sound you made was completely unintelligible. Eddie thought you looked so pretty like this. So totally ruined and with your skirt hiked up above your hips. The sight of you drove him crazy, he just wanted more of you.

He moved his hand from your thigh, letting two of his fingers gently circle your sloppy and wet entrance, only making you cry louder from the additional stimulation. He looked up, carefully checking he wasn’t pushing you too far and squeezed your hand. You weakly squeezed it back letting him know you were ok. His hand gave you a lifeline while your other hand was desperately grabbing onto the bed sheets.

His fingers slipped into you so easily, you were totally soaked, providing enough slock for Eddie’s fingers to push all the way inside of you. He groaned against your cunt, feeling your wetness around his fingers.

You were so sensitive already from your two previous orgasms, he knew you probably wouldn’t be able to last very long. Slowly he started to move his fingers, thrusting them into you at a painstakingly slow pace, trying to once more build your high.

Eddie’s tongue was still lapping away at your folds and clit. His jaw was starting to ache and threatening to lock up, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. His fingers slipped over your g-spot and she cried louder, hips rocking against him practically grinding against his face. Had it not felt so good she might have been embarrassed.

Eddie groaned at your reaction, his own hips grinding down against the bed, cock rock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers and jeans.

“You gonna cum for me again sweetheart?” Eddie murmured against your soaked cunt, the vibrations sending you into a crazed frenzy, and you felt that familiar pit starting to build in your stomach as he worked you over. He wanted you to cum again so bad, desperate to see your face scrunched up and your body convulsing in pleasure, knowing that he could make you do that gave him a different kind of high. “Gonna be good for me and give me another one? I know you can do it.”

His words of encouragement only edged you on further, and you could feel his fingers speed up, rubbing up against your g-spot with each desperate movement of his hand. Eddie noticed your breaths picking up and sporadically clenching around his fingers. Your body was screaming for release, desperate for any kind of relief.

“C’mon pretty girl cum for me, just let go, let me see you cum for me.” His words were what did it for you, giving you the final encouragement you needed to tip over the edge. Tears were clouding your vision as the orgasm washed over you, thighs desperately trying to close and quivering ever so slightly.

You looked so beautiful as you came Eddie swore he could cum in his pants right then and there.

A string of moans and whimpers of his name and curses fell from your lips between heavy and hitched breaths. More tears kept spilling from your eyes as you came. It was pure torture, but it felt so good you never wanted the feeling to end.

Eddie didn’t stop his movements as you came. Gently working you through your orgasm, dragging it out as much as he could.

As you came down from your high your thighs were shaking around his head and your hand moved from the sheets and through his curly hair, desperately trying to pull him away from where you were so very sensitive.

His other hand was still linked with yours, squeezing it gently to make sure you were ok.

When Eddie finally pulled away you could see your juices and slick covering his lips and chin. Even seeing some on his shirt, and you didn’t dare think about the mess you had created out of the sheets.

If you weren’t exhausted maybe you would have been embarrassed of the mess you had made, but you couldn’t do anything but lie still trying to recover from your latest orgasm.

“How many was that?” His voice was quiet, calm, and sickeningly sweet. Eddie’s hand moved to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. Patiently waiting for your answer. “T-three.” You managed to croak out between desperate gasps for air.

“You did so good for me.” Eddie praised and kissed your cheeks, letting his tongue run over her tears, enjoying the salty taste of them. “Such a beautiful mess for me, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

His eyes were so dark from where he was looking at you through his heavy eyelashes.

“Breathe.” Eddie practically ordered before pulling out his fingers. She whined loudly and tried to involuntarily close as he removed his fingers from her sopping heat. He hovered his fingers over her lips, signalling you to open up which you did without any protest, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Taste how sweet you taste darling?” Eddie sighed as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers, tasting yourself off them. “See why I can never get enough of you?”

When Eddie got like this you knew you were in for it and a couple of days of struggling to sit down. “Absolutely obsessed.” He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

“You think you can handle one more for me?” His question was genuine, he wasn’t going to force or push you into anything you didn’t want to or couldn’t handle. Regardless of how much he so desperately wanted to fuck you.

The erection in his pants only got worse with each second that passed. He was aching to be inside of you. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?” He teased and cupped your heat in his hand.

You nodded slowly, trying to brace yourself for what you knew was going to come next. Even though you were exhausted and completely fucked out, a part of you wanted to feel him completely filled inside of you.

“You’re going to need to say it, pretty girl.” His words combined with the summer heat was going to make her melt. “Please.” Your voice was still breathless and heavy with exhaustion. “Please what?”

You knew he wasn’t going to do anything without your expressed consent. “Please fuck me Eddie.” You looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could manage.

He did not need any more encouragement. Quickly shuffling off the bed and tearing off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in his room to be forgotten. Eddie kicked off his jeans, which were shortly followed by his boxers. Letting the length of him spring free against his stomach.

It didn’t take long before he was back on the bed hovering over her. Reaching into his nightstand to grab a condom and rolling it down his erection. Wasting no time Eddie swiped himself through your folds a couple of times. Gathering up your spilled juices from your previous orgasms.

The friction against your still sensitive cult sent jolts of electricity through your body, making you twitch with anticipation. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, and based on Eddie’s desperation he wasn’t either.

With a final breath Eddie pushed himself into your messy heat, hissing slightly as he did. “Still so fucking tight for me.” He whispered, mostly speaking to himself.

He paused for a second when he bottomed out, letting his hips still against yours for a moment to simply appreciate the feeling of you around him. While you struggled to even think as he split you open. You were so full with him it was impossible to do anything but just take him in. He was everything and anything you could focus on.

Eddie shot you a quick glance with questioning eyes, silently asking if he could start moving. “Yeah-” You nodded frantically. “Please Eds.”

He used one arm to keep himself up, the other hand hooked under your knee, hiking your thigh up to your stomach, helping the angle as he slowly started thrusting. Knowing he had to keep a slow pace if he wanted either of you to last.

You were his own personal heaven that he loved to get lost in. And you were still so tight tight regardless of how many orgasms he gave you, or how many times he fucked you.

“Just like that, so good, you feel so good sweetheart- fuck-” Small praises continiously fell from his lips, he needed something to ground him. Eddie simply could not help himself when he got like this. All he wanted to do was pound the living daylights out of you, to hear you scream his name as he felt you orgams over and over again on his cock.

He just loved you so much that when left to his own devices and wicked thoughts he could spend hours simply exploring and toying with your body. He loved making you feel good, and he loves the praises which spilled from your lips when he did.

His eyes were closed shut and his eyebrows knitted together as he focused on maintaining a seedy pace. Moaning loudly in your ear every time he bottomed out.

Your hands were clawing at his back, nails scratching up his pale skin, turning it flaming red. Eddie feverishly pressed kisses to your lips and jaw, drawing out every sick sound he could out of you. It was the best music he had ever heard.

“You take me so well, fuck-” Eddie opened his eyes and they fixated themselves on where his body met yours, seeing his cock repeatedly slipping in and out of you was a special kind of drug that he was hooked on.

Your brain was far beyond being able to answer him, your bottom lip bit tightly between your teeth. More tears spilling from your eyes. The feeling of Eddie quickly threatened to become too much for you to handle.

He had worked you over so many times already and the feeling of him filling you so perfectly was the sweetest kind of torture you could think of. And it rapidly had you building towards another release.

Your entire body was begging for him to touch you in any way, desperate to be as close to him as you possibly could. Your hands moved to his hair, knowing that it was his weakness. Fingers grabbing onto the roots of his hair and tugging as hard as you could. Signalling that you weren’t going to last. “Awe, you want to cum again already?” His tone was a little taunting, and you just knew he was loving seeing you so desperate and needy for him. “You want to cum with me princess?”

Eddie didn’t bother to wait for your response, he was frantically searching for his own release. His hips slamming against yours at an increasingly faster pace. Fingers finding your still puffy clit and rubbing sloppy circles to it, he was so determined to make her come for him one last time.

And it didn’t take long before they both found themselves falling over that familiar edge once more. Eddie continued to fuck her through their orgasms, never letting his hips still, determined to draw out the feeling for as long as possible. Your lips found his, both of them moaning desperately into the kiss as they came. Both of them were covered in a layer of sweat.

“Thank you.” Eddie kissed her jaw and whispered against your skin, his slightly chapped lips scraping at your skin. “Did so well for me, such a good job.”

Eddie pulled out of her and quickly tied off the condom, tossing it in the trash can before collapsing on the bed next to her. Both of them breathing heavily, feeling the exhaustion settling into your bodies as you laid on Eddie's bed.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you tightly to his chest and letting you stay there until your breaths had calmed down. His fingers gently running over your back and playing with your hair trying to soothe her as best he could.

“You ok?” Eddie pulled away just enough that he could see your face, you were still a mess and in a desperate need of a shower. “Yeah- yeah I’m ok.” Her voice was so soft, almost fragile and her eyes were heavy with sleepiness. He trusted you so much to tell him if he was too rough.

“You did so well for me.” He whispered and pressed his lips to her forehead, just holding her close. “So proud of you.” She just barely managed to hear what he said, already dozing off in the tight embrace of his arms.

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(Previous Part)

Taking a bus halfway across Maine was not on Nicos bucket list. Yet, there he was in a stuffy bus that looked, and smelled, like it had been made back in the 20’s—which Nico would know, he was there. Next to him Leo sat anything but still, his fingers drumming against the arm rests and occasionally grabbing things from his tool belt to tinker with. Sometimes he looked like a toddler hyped up on too much sugar. His constant movement comforted Nico though, it was a reminder that he wasn’t alone.

Of course he was still mad at Leo for ruining his genius plan to face a goddess alone, or at least he was trying to convince himself he was mad.

“Dude, this bus needs so much work.” Leo said, as he held up his freshly made penguin that consisted of various screws. “I’m not sure how they got it to last this long, it’s like beyond messed up.”

“Probably why the tickets were so cheap,” Nico replied as he watched the screw penguin’s head bobble around.

“I give it about an hour before it breaks down,” Leo suddenly paused, titling his head as if he were hearing something. “Scratch that she’s going down now.”

As soon as he said that the bus sputtered, losing speed as the driver pulled over to the side of the road.

“Sorry everyone, we seem to be having some problems.” The bus driver grumpily announced, he acted as if this were a regular occasion.

“It’s my time to shine,” Leo grinned as he stood up from the seat. “Don’t worry mortals, Leo’s got this all under control.”

“Please ignore him,” Nico gave the few confused passengers a smile as he pushed Leo towards the door. “You can just call people mortals.”

“Oops,” Leo shrugged as he hopped down from the last bus step onto the pavement. “Anyways let’s see what’s up with this bad boy.”

Nico rolled his eyes as Leo popped open the hood of the bus to reveal the engine. The driver appeared shocked, as Leo shouldn’t have been able to just open it without releasing the latch.

“Hey kid, what do you think you’re doing?” The driver called out as he slowly made his way out of the bus.

“Just fixing up some stuff, don’t mind me.” Leo didn’t even look up as he pulled some tools out of his belt.

Nico was about to try and mediate the situation when he realized something was wrong. Back in the bus he hadn’t noticed it due to the overpowering musk of age, but the driver was most definitely a monster.

By the change of expression on the drivers face, Nico saw that he too realized they weren’t just regular mortals. Leo was, of course, oblivious to this.

“Looks like I have a rat problem,” The bus driver snarled in their direction.

“Nope, not rats, just a really rusted battery.” Leo offhandedly replied.

“Leo, he’s not talking about the bus.” Nico nudged him, as the mist around the driver began to evaporate, morphing his two eyes into one.

“Then what is he-holy smokes!” Leo dropped his wrench in surprise as he saw the undercover cyclopes be revealed.

“Should’ve known you demigods would’ve snuck in here sooner or later,” The driver clenched his bulky fists as if preparing himself to attack.

Nico scanned the area for any makeshift weapon, he was really regretting leaving his sword behind.

“Hey buddy,” Leo raised his hands in attempt to reason, “I’ll fix your bus for free, how about you don’t kill us?”

“Killing you is much better than driving this piece of junk,” His eye was focused on Nico as he spoke. “Especially you, you reek of the underworld.”

“And you reek of spoiled eggs,” Nico snapped back, “at least I have an excuse, what’s yours?”

The cyclopes didn’t like that, which was made apparent by him grabbing a chunk of dirt and lobbing it towards them.

“Hit the deck!” Leo called, which didn’t really apply to them as there was no ‘deck’ but Nico didn’t point that out. Instead, he dropped to the floor as the piece of earth sailed past their heads.

“Leo, does your tool belt supply weapons?” Nico asked while the cyclopes reloaded on dirt.

Leo rummaged for a moment before pulling out a weird hatchet-hammer tool, which later Nico found out was a drywall hammer. “How’s this?”

“Good enough,” Nico said as he grabbed the hammer thing.

Another mound of dirt flew towards them but it was blasted to dust when Leo shot a ball of fire towards it. “Take that dirt boy!” He screamed.

Using Leo as a distraction Nico bolted off to the side, running around the bus so that he ended up behind the cyclopes. Unfortunately the cyclopes seemed to have predicted this as he quickly spun around, his arm slamming into Nico resulting in him being thrown into the side of the bus.

Before the cyclopes could do anymore damage Leo screamed, “Take this dirt face!” Then a wrench bounced off the back of the cyclopes’s head.

A flash of rage appeared on the cyclopes’s face as he turned towards Leo, grabbing an extra large chunk of dirt. “Oh you’re going to regret that.”

“I am?” Leo asked with a grin.

The cyclopes had forgotten about Nico leaving him the perfect opportunity, “I will crush you-” The cyclopes stopped mid sentence as Nico stabbed the hatchet into his back. Then with a look of shock, he erupted into dust.

“Nice!” Leo called out.

“Yeah..” Nico winced as he looked down at his arm, the bandages had been soaked through with blood after the hard hit he took.

“Dude, ouch.” Leo’s smile dropped as his eyes moved over the once white gauze.

“It’s fine,” Nico sighed looking back towards the bus, “more importantly. What are we going to do now?”

Leo seemed to realize they were now faced with a bus full of angry commuters, with no bus driver, and still had about 150 miles to go. “Right, looks like we’re taking a ride on the Leo express!”

—

Leo knew how to drive, mostly.

While he’d never taken the time to get an official license, he knew machines better than anyone. A bus was certainly easier to handle than a giant flying ship.

Fixing the engine was also a piece of cake.

The difficult part was the passengers, turns out they weren’t thrilled by the sudden staff change.

“There’s no way we can just let a 15 year old drive!”

“Hey!” Leo snapped at the lady who looked like she was about to demand to speak to his supervisor. “I’ll have you know i’m 18!”

“Do you even have a license?”

“Now now, everyone calm down. Listen, i’m a trained professional.” Leo shrugged with his palms up, “I mean, do you want to stay on the side of the road forever?”

The bus went quiet with defeat.

“Right, well then sit down, get comfortable, because the Leo train is leaving the station!” Leo didn’t get the cheers and applause he expected from that statement, just a few groans and unpleasant mutters.

Soon, the bus was driving smoothly across the roads and Leo barely had to pay attention as he’d fixed up a temporary autopilot gadget. Beside him, Nico winced as he removed the bandages from his scratches. Somehow the wound looked worse.

“Dude, that looks really bad,” Leo frowned as he pulled out more bandages from his tool belt.

“It’s fine,” Nico mumbled, not even looking up at Leo.

“Yeah you keep saying that but I’ve yet to start believing it.”

Nico wrapped the bandages carefully around his arm, gritting his teeth as he tried to hide the pain. “It’s just a scratch, i’ve seen worse.”

That didn’t comfort Leo, in fact in made him feel worse. Of course, it’s only expected that a demigod face some pretty rough injuries here and there—Leo himself had seen quite a few. But Nico’s insistence on ignoring his pain made Leo worried that if it were to be serious, he’d never know.

Despite that, he knew arguing would just make Nico more annoyed, so he tried to liven up the atmosphere. “You know, if we were in an episode of the Magic School Bus right now you’d be Arnold.”

“What the Hades is the Magic School Bus?” Nico looked at Leo as if he were crazy.

Leo threw his head back in exasperation, “You’ve got to be joking! You don’t know the Frizz?”

“The what?”

“That’s it, i’m making a list of all the things you need to watch when we get back to camp.”

“Whatever,” Nico rolled his eyes, “as long as you don’t put Twilight on there i’m happy.”

“Hold up, Twilight?” Leo tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“Yeah, Will told me it was iconic, or whatever.” Nico paused as if remembering something unpleasant, “If iconic means torturous, then it surely was.”

Leo burst into laughter at the thought of Nico actually watching Twilight, “Dont worry, we will not be watching any vampire shows.”

The rest of the ride was spent with Leo determining what things Nico had and hadn’t watched. Turns out Will had caught him up on quite a lot, but Leo still developed a lengthy list of things he would bless Nico with. In a way Nico’s unawareness of modern culture reminded him of Jason, due to his upbringing by wolves he was a bit out of the loop when it came to many popular things. Leo figured he’d do a “modern culture” class at camp, maybe invite Hazel. The idea made him smile, it was something to look forward to.

Eventually, they made it to the bus station, where he and Nico quickly snuck away to avoid suspicion. To their luck no one at the station had realized what happened until they were long gone.

Not to their luck, they still had a five mile walk ahead of them.

They spent a large part of the walk in silence, as it was hard to focus on anything other than the heat. Eventually, Leo got bored and tried to think about anything else, his mind wandering back to their previous conversation.

“I’m really wishing I had a magic school bus right about now,” Leo whined as he trudged forward. The warm air was now unpleasant as the sun beamed down upon him.

“And i’m really wishing I left you back at camp.”

“Hey!” Leo glared at Nico who bit back a smile, “You’re lucky! I blessed you with my company.”

Nico scoffed, “Right, blessed, that’s the word I was looking for.”

“Why does this place have to be out in the middle of nowhere?” Leo asked as he peered into the distance in hopes of seeing the outline of the school.

“Guess they didn’t want any kids running off,” Nico shrugged. “Honestly I don’t remember much about it, I was only there for like a year?” He seemed to think about it for a moment before giving up.

“That was after the casino?” Leo asked, he decided to take this as a chance to ask more about Nico’s past. It was the one topic Nico avoided, or maybe Leo was the one who avoided it, after all he knew how much old memories could hurt.

“Yeah, time felt so messed up back then. I mean it was like seventy years? But then suddenly i’m in the 20th century at some school in a state i’d never heard of before.” Nico sighed, “Not sure how I wasn’t more confused, it just felt normal, or whatever I thought normal was.”

Leo nodded, he was afraid to speak, careful to not scare Nico away.

“You don’t have to be so on edge,” Nico turned to look at him, almost as if he’d read his mind.

“I’m not...” Leo paused, “It’s just you’ve never talked in depth about this stuff with me before.”

“Yeah, I hadn’t talked about it with anyone until Will. But Mr. D says ‘talking is good,’ so might as well take his advice for once.”

The idea of Mr. D being a therapist threw Leo for a loop but he didn’t say anything about it, “Yeah, I guess I never really told anyone about all my stuff until Jason.”

Nico suddenly smirked, “You too seem pretty close.”

Leo’s face flushed red as he avoided Nico’s eyes, “What? No-I mean, of course we’re close, we’re best friends. Totally platonic best friends.”

“Right, and I totally believe you.” Nico rolled his eyes with a grin. There was a peaceful silence for a split second before Nico’s smile faded. Now, in the distance the outline of a large school could be seen.

Nico sighed, a hesitant look flashing across his face before he spoke, “We’re here. Welcome to Westover.”

Part Six

#solangelo #valgrace #nico di angelo #leo valdez #will solace #jason grace #nico pjo #leo pjo #jason pjo #will pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa tsats #nico x will #leo x jason #my fic #fic #solangelo fic #nico can’t admit when he needs help #leo is pure chaos #nico never gets his references #magic school bus #with the frizz? but swap that with leo #sorry this took so long

[zer05trange]

Roaring Sea

V. дом

⋆｡°✩ (childe x fem!reader)✩°｡⋆

⋆｡°✩ premise: a week after you discovered the truth of Tartaglia’s occupation, his little brother comes in for a visit.

⋆｡°✩warnings: mentions of sickness, canon-typical violence

⋆｡°✩ series masterlist

Flour, eggs, apples, cinnamon, sugar, and vanilla.

For once in your life, you just stare at the ingredients in front of you. You don't begin to make your cherished sharlotka, though you were commissioned to make five of them for a wedding. The last thing that you wanted to make for a wedding was the cake you made with Tartaglia.

Childe, Tartaglia, whatever his name is.

It had been a week since you made him leave your apartment for good, announcing that you'd never want to see him again.

You've been trying to regain normalcy, the normalcy that you had before you even met him. You knew you shouldn't have tried to get into the dating world, it would ruin your relationship with your business and disturb your peace.

Today, you try to remain calm and get back into your working schedule, but the thoughts of what happened last week linger in your mind as an unwelcome visitor. As much as you try to push the memories away, it still keeps you from focusing.

You're so unfocused that you don't hear the door open, signaling a new customer coming in, and you don't hear the customer plop down at one of the counter's bar stools.

"старшая сестра!" You hear a young, familiar voice from behind you. You whip around, and your heart rate immediately picks up.

"Teucer," Your soft voice says endearingly, masking the uncomfortability of his presence, "How are you doing?"

He nods happily, beaming up at you, "I'm okay! I'm just very tired. I went on a huge adventure!"

You smile at him, absentmindedly handing him a free slice of lemon cake.

"And what were you up to?" You ask as you pour him a mug of hot chocolate.

"I traveled to Liyue!" He says innocently, "I took a boat there all by myself, and then I stayed there for a while, and then I came back."

You cock your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate as you turn back and bring the ingredients over across from him. But he waits for you to prompt him.

"So what business did you have traveling to Liyue all by yourself?" You look at him as you begin to chop up the apples.

"I wanted to see my big brother! He gave me some toys while I was there, then made me go back here," He responds, and your stomach drops.

It's normal for Teucer to talk about his family, and his brother, but the mention of Tartaglia makes you feel sick now.

“How was Liyue?” You ask, still trying to keep a conversation without further dragging Tartaglia into it.

Teucer lights up as he begins to talk about the eccentric lights, the food, and the scenery of Liyue. You try to actively listen, but with each mention of his brother, the knot in your stomach tightens.

" So after he gave me this toy," He holds up a tiny ruin guard, "He made me go back home. He said that I'm more safe here, and people will take care of me better in Snezhnaya."

You want to scoff, you can feel sickness rising up from your stomach. But this is Teucer just repeating his words, so you can't.

"Well, he's right. You're safer here, at home with your siblings. And you know this place much better than Liyue," You take his empty plate, "And you're always welcome here."

For someone who thought he had no soul left, the pain in Ajax's chest stood notable and cut deep. After a week, he thought he'd be able to shrug off the feelings; they weren't real, just an escape from his job, and an escape from his loneliness.

But no, he wakes up and feels horrible, he goes and does his missions and feels barren. Even when meeting with his friends, he can't escape the lingering pain manifesting in his heart and fogging up his chest.

There's only one thing that can even slightly dull the pain, and that doing the exact thing that put him in this situation.

Ahead of him and to his left, are a group of camping treasure hoarders. He can tell that they're scheming, looking for something to disrupt the order of their surroundings. Ahead and to his right, are two ruin guards walking about the mountains of Liyue.

He can feel it, that distress and anger coming from within him. And he must release it.

One group of humans, and one group of machines.

Almost mindlessly, he finds himself dashing toward the ruin guards. This way, he can bring destruction to something without killing a human being, which is what brought upon the distress and sadness he's felt for the past week.

He begins to shoot their weak points, instantly shooting them down so he could destroy them without their retaliation.

With each slash of his blades, his muscles relax further.

He doesn't know how long he's been in this field. It could've been mere minutes or lengthy hours, but finally, there's nothing left for him to fight. There's just small pieces of metal surrounding him, one couldn't even tell that there were ruin guards in the first place.

The treasure hoarders are long gone, only leaving Ajax in the barren mountain horizon.

He pants, catching his breath as he retires his weapon. Ajax feels a warm liquid on his cheek, he brings his finger up to his face and wipes it off. His finger is coated in familiar red liquid, as he notices his cut from last week had reopened.

Besides the physical sting it brought him, it was yet another reminder of what occurred the week before. With every step he took in Liyue, he found some sign or symbol that brought him back to the bakery in Snezhnaya.

He'd come back to Snezhnaya once his time in Liyue was over. But would Ajax ever return to the bakery? Would he ever come back to you?

If it was up to him, he'd take the first ship out of Liyue and dash out of it, returning to the stairwell to your apartment instantly.

One day, he hopes to see you walking downtown the streets of Snezhnaya. He'd make a fool out of himself to win you back, even if it meant tarnishing his reputation as a harbinger to the public.

But it's not up to him. You told him you never wanted to see him again, so he will abide by it. No matter how much it hurts him.

 ⋆｡°✩translation: дом- home, старшая сестра- big sister

⋆｡°✩a/n: Hello!! I am so sorry for not posting on schedule! Midterms hit me like a TRUCK but I took some time to finish writing the work! I have a few more chapters left!! Thank you guys for reading and supporting me, it means the world <3333

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[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Keith can play the electric guitar, and shiro can play the drums, and Adam was an exceptional vocalist. Before everything went to shit shiro and Keith used to joke about how they would form a family band if the whole space thing didn't work out.

When shiro left, Adam encouraged Keith to keep playing as a hobby. When shiro went missing, Keiths passion for it staggered, but he continued playing because he wanted to show shiro how much better he'd gotten when he would come back- because shiro was going to come back. He had too

When Adam passed away, Keith gave up entirely. Maybe it was out of spite. Maybe he didn't see any point in practising anymore. Maybe the memory of better days was just too painful to revisit. Keith couldn't give you a reason. He'd really given up on all his hobbies and interests. Anything that wasn't directly needed to help him find shiro wasn't worth the effort.

He knew shiro would hate that. But shiro was the one who left. So did he really have any say in how Keith chose to ruin his nights finding him? Keith didn't think he did.

But its years later now and theyve all found their way back to earth, ready for one last mission before the end of the line comes into sight. Keith walks into his room for the first time in years to find shiro already sitting on his bed.

Hands cradling the dust covered guitar. The strings were britle from years of sitting in a corner and its once pristine glossy red finish had been replaced by the dulling of sun damage.

If the instrument could speak, it would curse him to the ends of the earth for abandoning it the same way he was abandoned - and Keith would let it.

Still, shiro smiles at him, handing over the guitar to his brother. "You still play?" He asks as if he doesn't already know the answer.

Keith feels like he's a kid again. He doesn't want to disappoint but he doesn't want to lie either. "Not really"

Shiro gets up to uncover all the old equipment from under the sheets. Keith can see the dust partials flying in the sunbeam that's shining through the blinds. He watches shrio plug everything in, the lights on the tuner take a while to flicker on but they get their eventually.

Keith remembered how he'd kept shiros drumsticks even though Adam had thrown out his drum set one night in a fit or rage. He'd cried all night after that, Keith remembered trying to comfort him to no avail. Little hands trying to wipe away the endless pools of tears that streamed down Adams face. He doesn't like thinking about it.

He walks over to his bedside drawer. It takes a bit of strength to wriggle the old thing open, but when he does, he's pleased to see they're still there. Shiros favourite pair of purple drumsticks. Adams favourite colour. Keith remembered, and he knows shiro can't forget.

"Aha!" Shrio cheers, and Keith is pulled back into the present. When he turns around, he finds shiro standing over the equipment. Overly satisfied with himself for still remembering how to set it up. "Still got it," he says, brushing his shoulder. Keith can't help but chuckle.

Keith holds up the drumsticks and he loves the way shiros face lights up ."Oh my god! you kept them?!" He cheers.

"Theyre all I could manage to hide from adam" Keith replies as shiro takes them out of his hand. He did not mean for it to sound as miserable as it came out.

Shrio smiles ever so softly as he turns them over in his hands. "It's okay," he says. Keith knows exactly what he's thinking about. it's an odd feeling to be able to know someone this well.

Shiro takes in a sharp breath before looking back up at keith. That excited spark finds its way back into his eyes as he pushes the guitar into Keith's chest. "Your turn." he smirks, patting him on the shoulder. "Show me what you've got"

Keith stands there for a moment like a deer in headlights. It's been years since he's even held the guitar in his hands. He's not sure if he's "got" anything left.

"Shiro I don't-"

"Oh come on!! I'm sure you've still got it just give it a try"

It's an even worse feeling being known this well. Keith doesn't know what to do with it.

He carefully slings the strap over his head. He's sure the dust will leave a mark on his jacket.

"Okay, but don't laugh if I suck." he points his pick at shiro, who holds up a finger to his lips in response, but Keith can already see the laugh creeping up on his face

Keith readjusts the guitar to try and get a better grip. Something doesn't feel right. He fiddles around with it a little longer. He holds up the pick and strums a few chords, but they don't sound right. He tries to tune them, strums the chords again, readjust the strap again-

"You need to try Keith," shiro finally says. "You won't know if you can play if you don't even try"

Keith looks back at his brother. It's been nearly a decade since he last heard shiro say that. He prays to any higher power that will listen to not let his eyes give away how those words make him feel now. He doesn't think anyone is listening.

Keith takes in the deepest breath before holding the guitar again. He tries to smile. "Okay, any requests?"

Shrio taps his chin in thought, "How about Bowie?" He recommends "life on Mars? Or maybe rebel rebel? You used to love those songs"

"I might remember rebel rebel," he says mostly to himself. He strums a few chords trying to remember the riff of the songs. It takes a few attempts, but he gets it eventually.

Keith hums the lyrics he doesn't remember and the ones he does he attempts to sing

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Shiro joins in the chours. Well- he certainly makes an attempt

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp! I love you so!

Somewhere between the awful singing and questionable guitar playing, keith finds himself lost in the music. His head rocks back and forth, and he's sure his hair is a mess but he feels like he's floating. He feels like he's 14 again. He feels like they're back in shiros garage on a hot summer day and the sound of drumsticks beating on his desk turns into drums actually being played, and Adams is about to walk through the door any moment now and grab the mic.

When the song finally ends, keith finds himself laughing in excitement. When he opens his eyes again, the drums have turned back into a desk, and the mic is nowhere to be found, but Keith is still smiling. He's got it.

He's still got it

"See" Shrio cheers, pulling Keith out of his head the for second time that afternoon "I told you"

"That was awesome," Keith says, pushing his hair out of his face as he pulls the guitar off. He wants to hug it and tell it he's sorry for leaving. Shiro will think he's lost his mind, but it's totally worth it.

When he looks back at shiro, he's giving him the fondest smile. Keith suddenly feels a knot forming his stomach, he's only seen shiro make that face twice his whole life. Once when Keith got his fighter pilot rank at the garrison and second when he was selected for the kerberos mission.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again and suddenly slings his arm around Keith's neck, pulling him down to ruffle his hair even further. Keith tries to protest, but every word just comes out as a laugh. "Look at you," shrio says amidst their play fight. "When did you get this cool, huh?"

Keith finally manages to pull away, stumbling a little before finding his balance again. "I've always been this cool," he retorts, trying to card his fingers through his hair. "You just refused to notice it before"

"Nope no I'm pretty sure this is a recent development" shiro mocks,

Keith rolls his eyes but the smile his still apparent on his lips "whatever" he says, crossing his arms over his chest

He's thrown slightly off balance again when shiro throws his arm around his shoulders. But this time, he only gently pulls him into a side hug as they walk out of the room. "Well, at least we still know one thing for sure"

"And whats that" Keith asks walking in tow

Shiro shrugs, one hand around his brother the other in his pocket "if this space thing doesn't work out, we've still got the band" he winks

Keith shakes his head laughing "and are we taking audtions for a new vocalist?"

"No need to, I've already got someone in mind" shiro replies "have you heard lance sing?"

"Lance can sing???"

"Oh that boy was built for a stage"

#this was supposed to end at the first paragraph #i got a little carried away #i love them so much #they are my jo and amy march #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #adam x shiro #keith and shiro #sibilings #klance #voltron #voltron keith #vld #vld shiro #vld keith #ficlet

[thelargefrye]

I WANT YOUR ATTENTION … one - shot (18+)

pairing : jongho x f!reader (background poly ateez)

genre : smut

warnings : language, mentions of a blowjob, handjob, shower sex, unprotected sex, other members cockblocking jongho

word count : 1.4k

jongho only wanted some alone time with you, but apparently the other members are determined to stop it from happening.

** MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

IT HAD BEEN A WHILE since jongho got you to himself. not that he minded, you were busy with preparing for your comeback, and that itself left you exhausted.

he often left you to be taken care of by one of the older members, mainly seonghwa or yunho. sometimes hearing your moans of pleasure whenever he happens to walk by whoever’s room your staying in that night.

“baby bear,” your voice is soft and lustful as you crawl on his bed with him. jongho smiles at the nickname as you move into his open arms. you snuggle up into him, throwing your leg over his lap in a lazy attempt to keep him in place.

he realizes this is the first moment alone he’s gotten with you in the last few weeks. the last time he had sex with you, it was with yeosang and you gave him the suck of his life.

he still remembers the fucked out look you had as you deep throated him while yeosang pounded into you from behind. he’s pretty sure he also had a similar look on his face as he reached his orgasm.

“what are you thinking about, jjongie?” your voice breaks him from his thoughts as he turns to look down at you as you rested your head on his chest.

“when you gave me the suck of my life a few weeks ago,” he says making you let out a small giggle.

“i can tell,” your voice is teasing as your hand glides over his half hardened cock. “i’ve missed you,” you confess looking up at him with a pout on your lips.

“how much have you missed me?” he asks before he watches you move to straddle him. your hand gently palming him over his sweatpants and he lets out a groan in reply. “f-fuck.”

“why don’t i show you, baby bear.”

jongho watches as you take his dick out of his sweats. your manicured nails wrapping pretty around his dick as you begin to stroke him. jongho let’s his hands wander under your shirt, that’s he’s pretty sure you stole from seonghwa, in order to squeeze your breast.

you quickly use one of your hands to push up his shirt and jongho quickly pulls it off and tosses it somewhere behind you. he then rids you of your shirt and does the same and he can’t help but gawk at your breast and how pretty they look.

he lets out a moan as your thumb rolls over his slit and he swears you’re teasing him when you do it three more times.

the longer you work his dick, the quicker he feels his orgasm coming. he moans your name and encourages you to stroke him faster.

“f-fuck, y/n! i’m close!” he says, he feels his face is flush with heat as he grows closer to release.

“hey! y/n, jongho come play this game with us!” wooyoung busts through the door right before he was about to come.

jongho let’s out a frustrated cry when your hands leaves his dick. he leans his head back against the headboard as he listens to wooyoung let out a laugh.

a mocking laugh is what it was. laughing at him and his ruined orgasm.

wooyoung leaves and once again you and him and left alone. jongho feels you move off his lap, but he keeps his eyes closed as you move off the bed to retrieve your shirts.

he opens his eyes when you place his shirt on his chest. you have a sadden look on your face before you lean over to kiss him.

jongho let’s out a sigh as he throws his shirt on before following you into the living room where the others are waiting.

IT’S A FEW WEEKS LATER before you are able to be alone with jongho again. your schedule went crazy hectic since you last spent time with him, not to mention ateez also had several schedules to go to.

there was just no time for you to be with your lovers and it was obviously stressing you out.

you want to spend time with each of them, but exhaustion takes over you once you step into the dorm. you only being able to see seonghwa before you pass out next to him.

but today, you didn’t have any morning schedules which was a blessing in disguise.

you open the bathroom door to be greeted with the sight of jongho’s bare back. your eyes trail down to see he’s only in his underwear, his shirt and sweats discarded into the clothes basket.

jongho turns his head to see you closing the door behind you and gives you a smile.

“yah, baby bear, let’s take a shower together. save some water!” you say and jongho lets out a laugh before putting his hand under the water.

“sure, we can save some water,” he says and you let out a cheer before stripping down to nothing.

your bare chest pressing into his back as you wrap your arms around him. you stay like that until jongho ushers you into the shower, he takes his underwear off before joining you under the warm water.

jongho watches as you soak up the warm water running over your body before he’s switching places with you. as he takes his turn under the water, you begin to wash yourself letting your soapy hands run over your body.

a chill runs down your body as you feel jongho’s hands begin to roam your soapy body. his front is pressed flushed against your back and you can’t help but grind yourself against him.

“hey hurry up,” hongjoong’s voice is stern as he bangs against the bathroom door, “family meeting!” he says making the two of you groan.

jongho pushes to ignore his hyung in favor of pleasuring you. his hand continue down until he reaches your pussy before running his fingers between your folds.

“mmh, jongho,” you moan, head leaning against his shoulder as he inserts two of his fingers. “don’t tease okay?” you try to sound at least a little serious but you're not sure how convincing you sounded.

especially when jongho lets out a small laugh afterwards.

he continues to finger you until you begin to feel your climax slowly building up. you clench around his fingers as loud whines leave your mouth, praising the maknae on how good he’s making you feel.

jongho knew you were close which is why he decided to pull his fingers out. you gasp at the sudden empty feeling, but jongho doesn’t leave you hanging for long as he turns you around and presses you against the shower wall. he lifts your leg up and can’t help the moan that escapes as he runs the head of cock along your folds.

he does this, teasing you and just as you’re about the complain, jongho shoves himself inside of you in one go. your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer before kissing him.

his pace his ruthless and he can’t help but feel prideful at the sounds that are escaping you.

“you just love being loud? letting hyungs know exactly who is making you feel good. go ahead and scream my name, y/n,” he commands and you do exactly as he says.

you continuously clench around him as you both draw closer and closer to your orgasms.

“i-i’m close, jjongie,” you moan out as he rests his forehead against yours. you now have both legs wrapped around his waist as jongho holds you up against the wall.

“m-me too,” he says as his thrust start to lose their set pace and become more frantic and rushed.

you both manage to come at around the same time just as another loud knock on the bathroom door sounds throughout the bathroom. your legs feel like jelly and jongho can tell you’re still blissed by the glossy look in your eyes.

jongho gently puts you down after a few more seconds, before turning the water off.

“come on hurry up! what are you doing, jongho,” hongjoong sounds annoyed, but you could honestly care less.

wrapping a towel around your body, you open the door, still kind of blissed out, and meet hongjoong’s annoyed face. his annoyance quickly turns into confusion as he looks at you, but you say nothing instead opting to kiss his cheek before trailing down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

probably going to seek seonghwa out so he could help you get dressed.

“what…?” hongjoong looks from your form to jongho who now also has towel wrapped around his waist.

“we were saving water,” is all jongho says before he slips past the leader and heads towards his own room to get dressed.

#exile her. #kdiarynet #ateezlovenet #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez jongho smut #poly ateez #poly ateez x reader #ateez addition #ateez ninth member #ateez added member #polyteez.

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

From everything, to nothing and back again (Sofia Huerta x Reader)

Based on this request. I hope you enjoy and it's what you were looking for!

So I know I said writing has taken a back burner, but I decided to ignore my essay to finish a request instead. This is not edited at all. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Slight mention of forced kissed

Words: 1.5k

Sofia and I had known each other since we were kids, we grew up together, we did everything together. Everyone would tell you that we were inseparable, that you would hardly ever see one of us without the other. Throughout the years, it never really changed, even when one of us got into a relationship we were still inseparable. That was until everything changed. We went from inseparable to nothing over night. 

For a few days, I didn't understand what had happened, I didn't know why she was suddenly ignoring me. Even when I begged her to just talk to me, to tell me what happened, she would walk away every time and when I went to message her I realised I was blocked on everything. What happened didn't hit me until I was lying in bed late one night, some of the memories from the party came flooding back.

I didn't remember all of it, just bits and pieces. We were drunk, very drunk actually, me so more than Sofia. I don't remember where she had gone, but I was alone with her girlfriend. The next thing I remembered was being pushed against the wall with her lips against mine as I tried to push her away. I didn't have the chance or ability to stop her before it happened. Because I was so drunk, it had taken quite a bit to build the strength to push her away. The last thing I saw when I was finally able to push her away, was Sofia walking away with tears in her eyes as her girlfriend whispered something about Sofia finally getting rid of me. I mean I guess it worked, but it also backfired because they had broken up anyway.

It hurt that after years of us being friends, Sofia would think I would do something like that to her. That she would think I would ever betray her trust or ruin our friendship for a girl. Sofia meant more to me than anyone else. Also, I was completely in love with Sofia, not that she knew that. 

That was almost 6 months ago now, we hadn't spoken since that night unless we were on the field. I was still hurt that she thought I would ever do that to her, I still missed her like crazy. We would probably never be friends again, but I was tired of the rift between us. I was tired of walking on egg shells around her, of feeling like I couldn't be anywhere near her and always cancelling on the team if she was invited. I didn't know how to change it though, not after this long. 

Of course it got worse when we were roomed together one camp. Snarky and just plain rude comments started, mostly from Sofia while I tried my best to ignore it. She never used anything I had told her against me or really made any personal attacks though which gave me a bit of hope that maybe she didn't hate me as much as she portrayed. Ignoring it worked for a few days until I just snapped. 

"We have known each for 16 fucking years Sofia. How could you think I would ever do anything like that to you or anyone? I thought you knew me better than that, I thought you knew who I was inside and out, but obviously you don't."

"I saw you! I saw you kissing her! You can't deny what I saw."

"No, what you saw was her taking advantage of my drunken state and forcing that kiss on me when I wasn't able to easily push her off. She knew I was to drunk to stop her, she planned it so you would see it Sofia, so you would finally get rid of me. The last thing I ever wanted to do was kiss her. If anything I wanted to kiss you, I've always wanted to kiss you and only you. But obviously you just think the worst of me. Maybe our entire friendship was worthless after all."

Sofia opened her mouth to say something, but I was already walking out of the room. I couldn't be around her anymore without completely snapping. I also just pretty much confessed my feelings to her which was never meant to happen. I found myself on the roof, leaning against the edge as I looked out over the city. It was my safe space, the spot where I had been countless times to clear my head. I don't know how long I had been there when the door slammed shut behind me. I spun around to find Sofia standing there.

"Shit sorry, that was unintentional."

"How did you find me?"

Sofia shrugged, moving slightly closer, but keeping her distance from me and the edge. I knew heights made her nervous, "You seem to gravitate to high places when somethings wrong, you always have much to my distaste."

I watched her for a second, trying to figure out what she wanted or what she was thinking. Was she here so we could yell at each other some more or to actually talk? I couldn't figure it out so I sighed, "What do you want Sofia?"

"You never told me any of that."

"You never gave me the chance. You completely cut me out Sofia," I was pretty much yelling at that point, all the pent up emotions coming out. "You were my bestfriend and you just cut me out. After all the years we had known each other, you just dropped me like it was the easiest thing in the world. You didn't care, you didn't care what happened, you just saw what you wanted to see."

"You're right, I was drunk and saw you two kissing and just thought the worst. That was the last thing I wanted to see though and not even because it was my girlfriend you were kissing, but because you were kissing someone in general. You're wrong about it being easy Y/n. It has been the worst 6 months of my life without you, I miss you like crazy, I still want to run to you with everything. I'm sorry I cut you out, I was hurt and needed space, then you just stopped trying and ignored me back. I thought maybe you were done with me too."

Sofia was starting to look pretty uncomfortable. It was likely a combination of the heights and the conversation. I moved away from the edge, sitting down against the wall, Sofia sat down next to me, leaving a bit of space. Once we were both settled, I spoke up again, "I was hurt that you were ignoring me, that it seemed so easy for you to just stop talking to me. I didn't even remember what happened at first, it just seemed like you didn't want to be friends with me anymore. Then I remembered and the fact you thought I could do that to you just added to the hurt. I guess I just figured what was the point in trying if you so clearly wanted nothing to do with me?"

"I'm sorry Y/n, I'm sorry for everything I've done and said. Deep down I knew you would never do anything like that, well not even deep down. I know you would never do that to me or anyone, but seeing you kiss someone even if it was my girlfriend made me feel something I can't fully describe, whether it was jealousy or anger or sadness or all of them, I don't know. I was in a relationship, but I was feeling this way about you, my bestfriend. It's not necessarily new, but I think that was the first time I had actually seen you kissing someone. All the feelings I have for you just hit me at once, it was overwhelming to say the least. It's not an excuse for how I acted, but I think it definitely contributed to it. I'm sorry, is there anyway you could forgive me? Anyway that we could go back to how we were?"

Before I could fully realise what was happening, my hand was buried in her hair, lips connecting with hers roughly. Sofia cupped my cheek softly, slowing down the kiss so our lips were moving in sync, soft and slow. The kiss was filled with love, want, and all the emotions that had built up over the last 6 months. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation. It felt right, it was everything I had wanted and more. I pulled away slowly, forehead resting against hers. "I don't want to go back to how we were. I've been in love with you for years and I'm really hoping I interpreted what you were saying correctly otherwise this is awkward."

"You did Y/n/n. Maybe I didn't know it all along, but I'm in love with you, I want you."

"I want you too Sof, but I need us to take this slow. I'm still dealing with the last 6 months and I don't want to rush into things. Maybe we could start with dates and see if we work together in the romantic way."

Sofia kissed my forehead softly, "We can go at whatever speed you need Y/n/n. You lead, I follow."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #sofia huerta x reader

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My One and Only

David ‘Hesh’ Walker x Reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1241

Authors notes: this is my first fic ever so don’t judge me too hard lmao, not proof read cause who has time for that. Also I apologize if the formatting is weird as I am on mobile. Definitely let me know if there are any mistakes and I’ll try to fix them

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“How much longer?” You groaned. You had been walking for what seemed to be hours at this point.

Hesh said nothing but let out a chuckle, watching as Riley excitedly darted up ahead, only to fall back and loop around both his legs.

It was your second year anniversary, two whole years of dating this amazing man. You didn’t think that a measly two years was worth celebrating, but Hesh insisted on you both taking the time off work. He definitely deserved some time off, one thing you had always admired about him was how much of a hard worker he was. The man was practically married to his work. Made you a little jealous sometimes.

He finally spoke, “Just up past this hill,” he vaguely pointed to something that was very much a mountain, not a hill.

You groaned loudly. Hesh had always been more of an outdoorsy person, always taking Riley to the beach or on long hikes. You? Not so much. You had been burned one to many times in the great outdoors, be it bugs, sunburn, or even that one time you fell down a small cliff.

But you agreed to come on a camping trip with him. You were never able to resist the puppy eyes he gave you when he wanted something. So once you begrudgingly agreed he all but forced everyone to start packing. Riley made himself useful by padding around with his favourite toy in his mouth.

Hesh outstretched his hand “-kay?” You came to and realized you had been staring at Hesh with that dopey smile he always makes fun of you for while he was saying something. You smirk at him and nod, pretending you had heard what he just said.

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t hear me did you?”

“Nope.”

He huffed and pecked you on the cheek, “I’m just that handsome, huh” he pulled back with a shit eating grin.

You playfully swatted him and pushed forward, aiming to get to the campsite while there was still light.

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It was hard to tell what time it was by the time you made it to the campsite, as dark heavy clouds began to roll in with the promise of a very wet start to the trip.

You and Hesh scrambled to set up the tent as quickly as possible, adding extra tarps under and on top. Riley, (ever the smart one of you three) laid himself down under some thick brush as little droplets began to fall.

You both had just finished up when the sky opened and layers of rain pelted down. You both scrambled inside and quickly called Riley before the wet dog smell became too bad.

A moment of quiet had settled between you and Hesh. Too quiet, for Hesh at least. You glance over at him and see him staring at you with a guilty smile.

When you raise a questioning eyebrow at him he finally speaks, “I’m sorry,” he glances down, playing with a stray stick that had made its way into the tent.

“For what?” You chuckle, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers.

“The rain? I’m sorry this was supposed to be perfect” He clarifies looking at you with such guilt you’d think he was apologizing for stabbing you instead of the weather.

You beam at him, saying nothing but scooting closer to him. You pull a spare blanket from your hiking backpack and pull it snugly over the two of you.

“You really think the rain can ruin this? David anywhere with you is perfect, never mind the weather.” You peck him on the cheek.

“I know, I know. It’s just…” he trails off with unfocused eyes. “I don’t know, forget I said anything.”

At this you frown, why was he acting so weird all of a sudden. It wasn’t like him to get caught up on something as simple as the weather.

“It’s just what? You’re scaring me.” You giggle nervously. “Whatever it is, just say it.”

Hesh looks you up and down before taking a deep breath.

He starts “____, I’ve loved you for a while. I liked you for years before I even attempted to ask you out, and the fact that you said yes to dating a guy like me blows my mind to this day.” He pauses to run a hand through his hair. “As much as you and I both like to dance around the topic, my job is scary, the world is scary, there’s never a guarantee that I’ll come home to you.”

You say nothing, staring at him. It was true that his job held no guarantee of survival, but you had met the ghosts, and you trusted them to keep him as safe as possible. You trusted him. You wordlessly nod, urging him along.

“But I can guarantee that you are the single best thing to have ever happened to me. I know that we’ve only been dating for two years, but for me it seemed like an eternity. Two whole years you’ve put up with me being away for work, not knowing whether or not I’m coming home in a body bag. And I just- you always- I love you ____. I love you so much that it physically fucking hurts.” He stares into your eyes, somehow conveying what he’s struggling to say perfectly. “I wanted this moment to be beautiful and sunny, I even had a fucking speech planned but fuck it.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears.

“_____, I can’t just sit around and pretend like the time we spend together isn’t precious. If my time with you is limited, and god knows if it is, I want to be married to you for as long as I can be. ____, will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?”

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There’s a beat of silence as thunder rumbles in the background. At some point you had started crying. Even Riley was watching with canine interest.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “David Walker, is that even a question? Of course I’ll marry you. Yes, YES!” You cry out and rush to hug him while placing sloppy kisses all over his face. Hesh joined you in crying while stumbling to put the ring on your finger.

You immediately cuddled into him whilst holding out the hand with the ring on it. You studied the ring, feeling as though you had seen it before. Hesh nestled into the crook of your neck breathing contentedly before whispering out “It was my mothers ring.”

It finally clicked where you had seen it before. Hesh had shown you a photo of his mother a while back. It was a beautiful photo from her and Elias’s wedding. Hesh always joked that he was a carbon copy of his father, but you could always see some of his mother’s features shine through.

You cuddled impossibly closer into his side, now wrapping both arms around him. Riley, apparently getting jealous, crawled through the tent and rested his head in both your laps.

The sound of rain bounced around in your ears. The world was a cold and cruel place. But for now, if not just for just a moment, it felt as though nothing could hurt you, Hesh, or even Riley. Everything was perfect.

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#cod x reader #cod: ghosts #hesh walker #david hesh walker #hesh x reader #gn reader #cod fluff #fluff #I’m so new to this please don’t be mean 😊 I’ll cry 😊 #cod hesh #logan walker

[lonesome-witching]

From Darkness to Light

This story was requested by @mayaswaterbottle. In this one Nancy thinks Robin is cheating on her with Steve. Of course she isn't. And then they make up.

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Dating Robin Buckley was great. Nancy had never met anyone quite like Robin. Not a single one of her exes had ever treated her this well. Robin was romantic, she was kind, she was funny. She was perfect. That first kiss with Robin had changed her life. For the better.

But no one was entirely perfect. That was what her mother used to say when Nancy asked why she hadn’t left her father. No one is perfect, Nancy, we all need to compromise. For a while Nancy had believed her mother had been wrong. Because Robin had been so perfect.

On their first date, Robin had brought a single red rose. She had apologized profusely for it. Nancy had smiled. They had gotten dinner together and then for a walk in the park. Nancy had worn her high heels, Robin had worn sneakers. But halfway through Nancy’s feet had started hurting. They had sat down on a bench and Robin had offered to switch shoes with her.

On her birthday, Robin had been out of town with her family. She hadn’t wanted to, but her parents had dragged her. Five days with Nancy’s birthday right in the middle. She hadn’t called in the morning, even though Nancy had been waiting next to her phone. Instead, Robin had gotten on a bus and driven all the way from Cleveland, Ohio back to Hawkins, Indiana just to stand outside of Nancy’s door holding a stuffed rabbit.

“You lost your old one,” Robin had said.

“I’m pretty sure my parents gave it away,” Nancy had admitted, holding the rabbit close.

They only had been able to spend four hours together before Robin had to rush out, back to the bus stop and go back to Cleveland.

Robin had been perfect. Until she wasn’t. It’s not like anything really changed. Robin still did all the nice things she did before. She still switched shoes when Nancy’s feet were hurting, she still brought flowers, she still showed up. It wasn’t really Robin that was the problem. It was Steve.

Steve was Robin’s best friend. They had met working together at an ice cream shop in the mall. Nancy knew him. It was hard not to know everybody in a small town like Hawkins. It was just that Robin was supposed to hate him. She had hated him for a while. Nancy remembered how they had sat in her bedroom talking shit about Steve Harrington. And then Robin had gotten that stupid job and suddenly they were best friends.

Nancy didn’t mind that though. She was glad Robin had a friend she trusted like that. She had pushed Robin closer to him. And maybe that was the worst part. She had pushed them together. And now Robin was spending every Saturday night at Steve’s place, sleeping over and Nancy worried. She hated herself for worrying about this. For somehow not trusting Robin enough to know that nothing was going on. Because she knew Steve Harrington. She had been one of the notches on his bedpost. She knew first-hand how charming Steve could be.

She had reached a new low when she picked up her phone and dialed Steve Harrington’s number. She knew Robin was there right now. For a movie night. They were going to watch Friday the 13th. She had been excited. And now Nancy was about to ruin that.

“Hello?” Steve answered. He sounded out of breath.

“Hi, Steve. It’s Nancy. Is Robin there?”

There was some shuffling on the other end of the line. “Hi,” Robin greeted. She was out of breath too.

“Hi, Robin. I know you’re out at Steve’s right now; but I need you to come over.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I just need you.” Maybe she should have prepared this better. She wasn’t even sure what she was trying to test. Whether Robin would pick her over Steve. Whether she would pick up the phone. Whether she’d be willing to come. Whether Robin was cheating on her. She hated herself for thinking it.

“What do you need me for?”

“You know what, just forget it. I’ll figure it out on my own.” She couldn’t explain her anger or the pain in her heart.

“Are you mad at me? What did I do?”

Nancy hung up the phone before she could say anything else. What was she doing? Was she ruining a good thing for nothing? She turned off the lights, filling the room with the endless darkness she loathed. It was possible she’d get to wallow in the dark a lot from now on.

She had nearly fallen asleep when her window was pushed open. Robin stepped into the room clumsily, tumbling forward.

“Robin? What are you doing here?”

“You asked me to.”

“Hours ago.”

“I ranted to Steve. Now will you tell me what’s wrong? What did I do?” Robin sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Why don’t you ask Steve?” Nancy rolled her eyes.

“What?”

“Isn’t he your new boyfriend? I’m old news, right?”

“What the hell are you talking about you?”

“I’m talking about the fact you are cheating on me.”

“Cheating? Have you gone insane? You really think I’m cheating on you? With Steve?”

“Isn’t that why you hang out with him all the time? Or is he still working up to it?”

“I thought you wanted me to be friends with him. You wanted me to give him a chance.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want you to sleep with him.”

“Fuck, Nancy, do you even hear herself? You think I’m sleeping with Steve? Did you not pay attention when I told you I was into girls?”

“You could be into both.”

“I’m not.”

“Pretty convenient timing to tell me.”

“You know what, fine. Believe whatever the hell you want to believe. You clearly don’t trust me. Which hurts. So, maybe we shouldn’t be together. If you truly think I could sleep around and lie about it to my own girlfriend, then we should just end it, right here and right now.”

“Okay,” Nancy said.

She watched as Robin’s heart broke. The frown on her face deepening. And then she nodded her head. “Alright.”

The moment Robin was gone Nancy collapsed on her bed, crying into her pillow. She shouldn’t have said any of it. She should have just trusted her girlfriend. Her ex-girlfriend.

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When Robin had left, she hadn’t closed the curtains. So, the next morning, Nancy woke up with the sunlight on her face. It was quite a contrast with how Nancy felt. She had ruined everything. She had let Robin go.

She had to fix this.

Nancy rushed out the house, still wearing her pajamas. She fell down in the car, driving straight to Robin’s house. There was a 50/50 change she was there. If she wasn’t, Nancy would have to face Steve.

Her hands banged on the Buckley front door. How could she have been such a goddamn idiot?

“Nancy? What are you doing here?” Robin opened the door, her face red covered in tear tracks, her eyes glassy and wet.

“I’m looking for you.”

“Oh, really? I thought you were here to see my mom.”

“Can I come in?” Nancy was ready to be turned down, but Robin simply moved out of the way, allowing her passage. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m sorry for what I said to you last night. I’m sorry for even just thinking you would cheat on me. I’m sorry for all of it. I do trust you, Rob. I trust you with my life, and I do trust you with my heart. I think when it comes down to it I’ve just been burned one too many times and now I’m working it out on you and punishing you. I’m sorry.”

“What do you want me to say?” Robin folded her arms in front of her chest.

Nancy chuckled softly. “I want you to say that you forgive me and that you’ll take me back. That you still love me and that you know I can be an idiot but that you love that about me too. But I don’t expect you to say any of that. I think I just needed you to know that I am truly sorry for hurting you. You deserved better. You deserve better.”

“Nancy,” Robin sighed.

“I know, I know. I screwed up. But I realize that now. I do love you, Robin.” Nancy took a step forward. Back towards the front door.

“Nancy?”

Nancy turned back around. Waiting. Waiting for Robin to shout at her, call her a bitch, tell her to fuck off.

“I forgive you and I’ll take you back. I still love you and I know you can be an idiot but I kinda love that about you. Just don’t ever think something like that about me again, alright? I would never do that to you.”

“I know that. I know you wouldn’t.”

“Good. Don’t you forget it.”  

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

[itjazzbicch]

Spoiled

Pairing: Lee Chaolan x Fem Reader 

Summary: Having their day together interrupted by a business meeting, Lee lets the reader go on a little self-care shopping spree, returning with something special just to bring back the mood their day was supposed to have...

Requested By: @whothehelliself (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Some swearing, Daddy kink, Pet names (baby girl, beautiful, princess), lingerie set, foreplay, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), creampie.

Word Count: 1.4k 

"Hello, beautiful! Did you have fun?"

Lee was the sweetest thing, arms open for me as I returned to his mansion, shopping bags in each hand and a smile on my face as I smiled back at him:

"I did! I got some things that you might like too, hehe."

He was so busy sometimes, and we were supposed to have a day to ourselves, but some work issues popped up in the morning, so to make it up to me, he gave me his credit card and let me go have some fun shopping, and I surely bought something just for him.

"Is that so?" He chuckled behind me as I entered, whispering into my ear:

"You're going to be a good girl and show me, right?"

"Of course, daddy." I winked, smirking devilishly as I skipped my way upstairs to our walk-in closet with him behind me, full of anticipation.

"I'll be right here." Sitting back in a velvet armchair, I kept a smile on my face as I went to change.

At first, it was simple dresses, outfits, and some shoes to match, but we both knew I had something else in store.

His eyes lit up as I came out in a silk robe, a smirk on his face as he had an idea of what I was going to reveal to him, motioning me with a finger:

"You saved the best for last, didn't you?"

"Of course," I smiled, standing over his lap as I slowly untied my robe, whispering, "You work so hard and are still so good to me. I had to get something special just for you, Daddy."

"Such a sweet girl," He smiled back, jaw-dropping slightly as my robe fell, revealing the lace lingerie set I had bought.

It was his favorite lavender color, soft silk lining, garter belt, and thigh straps included, the bra having purple roses along the cups of the bra.

"Do you like it?" I smirked, leaning a little closer as I noticed his hands softly gripping my hips, sliding up my sides then back down around to my ass and squeezing as a smile grew brighter on his face:

"Like it? I love it."

That was music to my ears, humming as he was quickly turning me on with his hands that kept squeezing me, spreading my cheeks apart, and noticing something particular about this set, which was that the panties were crotchless.

"Oh, what's this?" He smirked, a finger running through my folds and teasing at my clit, teasing at how wet I was already, "I see why you chose this set now."

"What can I say?" I hummed more, biting my lip at his finger that was teasing, "We can have our fun while I stay all dolled up."

"Exactly," Whispering in my ear and leaving a kiss on my neck, he pushed his finger into me softly, only pumping once before adding another, smirking more at how my legs shook. At the same time, I moaned, "I'd hate to ruin this beautiful set by accident."

"Mhm..." I moaned softly, not even worried about that now, only fixed on how quickly he could drive me to such pleasure with just two fingers, gripping his shirt as I bit my lip, able to catch a deep breath as he stopped to guide me to sit on his lap, one hand palming my lower back to make me arch, the other returning between my thighs to finger fuck me again.

"Good girl, stay just like that," He purred to me, my body staying in form, his fingertips tilting my chin up to him to kiss, my thighs trembling, barely able to kiss him back as I found myself panting, my whole-body tingling, toes curling as my wetness coated his hand, his fingers slipping out but still rubbing at my clit, fingertips teasing my entrance that was no squeezing around nothing, desperate for him again.

"God, you're beautiful when you make that face, all those pretty noises..." Whispering in my ear, I could feel how his cock was twitching in his slacks, impatience beginning to get the better of the both of us, but I noticed how his eyes lit up, listening to his command. "Go stand in front of the mirror, would you princess?"

"Of course," Kissing his cheek. My legs were still shaking from my orgasm, but I listened, taking a moment to breathe, blushing as I noticed that he brought the chair right behind me so we could see the both of us in the mirror, watching his reflection as he sat back down and I could hear his belt buckle.

"Come here, beautiful..." Pulling me back to him by the hips, we watched in the mirror as his hands started to rub all over me, smiling into my eyes as his fingers teased my nipples through the lace bra, "I think you should watch this. See what I see. Know exactly why I chose you to be my princess."

"Anything for you," Sitting across his lap in reverse style so that I was still facing the mirror, I turned my head to kiss him, our tongues dancing. At the same time, he tweaked and pinched my nipples softly, familiar with his body and naturally able to grind against his cock, slicking his shaft and tip.

He let out a soft groan as I did, his hands falling to my ass, lining me up with the tip of cock, guiding me back as I sat on him, gasping at the tight stretch, slowly taking his length.

His back fell into the chair, latching his hands back onto my hips as I sat on his every inch, rolling my hips gently, whining at how a knot was forming in my stomach already. He loved every second, smiling in the mirror, guiding my hips back and forth some as he encouraged me with a deep, sexy whisper:

"You can do it, baby girl. I know you can."

"It's just so much," I gasped, moving a little quicker, watching as his hand found my jaw, keeping my head and eyes focused on our movements in the mirror, thrusting his hips up a little, making his tip smack my sweet spot which made me moan in the dirtiest way that he loved.

"Look how beautiful you are," He cooed, thrusting his hips up again, my walls clenching hard around him as he continued to encourage me, his hands tracing the lace of my lingerie, "Don't you want to put on a good show for your daddy? Make me moan, make me even crazier for you?"

"Fuck, I do-" As I watched in the mirror, his words sparked a fire in me, making his head drop back again as I threw myself back onto his cock hard, sharing a loud, gasping moan with him, letting my head fall back, knowing he was watching in the mirror as I bounced on his cock, my breasts bouncing, thighs rippling from the pound that met our hips and went clear into my stomach.

I felt like I had lost all control, gripping the armchair and biting my lip hard as it felt like I was about to be smacked with a hurricane, gasping hard at the sudden heat I felt as he hugged my torso, his chest meeting my back, helping me bounce harder on his cock.

"Lee! F-Fuc-Daddy!"

We were both so close, his hot pants and groans filling my ear as our bodies moved together, my walls trying to milk him for everything he had, my body jerking in his tight hold, his arms flexing hard with his veins bulging against his skin.

"Just cum, baby girl," He panted, his face buried in the crook of my neck, eyes watching the mirror intensely as his body started to jerk too, feeling how I was falling off the edge, keeping his hold around me, but adding his finger to my clit, rubbing rapidly.

Gasping with a smile on his face, my head snapped back over his shoulder, whining and moaning sharply as my body burned with tingles, his cock still smacking my sensitive spots along my insides as I started gushing wet heat all over him:

"Oh my god!"

"That's my girl," He whispered, breathing heavier as he sat back, guiding me back with him against his chest, thrusting his cock as deep as he could into me, staying buried, groaning and shaking as his hot, pearly seed shot into me, spilling out a little as he had a smirk on his face, "Didn't want to ruin my new favorite set of yours."

"How thoughtful of you," I giggled quietly, completely worn down, focusing on breathing till I felt his lips on my cheek, finding mine to kiss:

"Remind me never to miss a shopping trip with you again." 

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[ssirenaamae]

HER| Park Jimin 박 지민

Based on the song “HER” by Chase Atlantic

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Chapter Four

4 years later

"How are you feeling today, Dr. Deung?" one of the girls working at the reception asked.

I blew my nose, and sighed, "Better than yesterday. My nose is still kind of blocked, though,"

The girl shook her head, "You should go home and rest. The doctors here will take over and will do just fine!"

Ever since I opened my clinic, I have never missed a day of work, no matter what. The clinic is my baby. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into making it a perfect environment for patients.

I picked the best doctors, the best employees, the best equipment, and the best furniture to make sure it was presentable and perfect. I don't want anything to go wrong here, which is why I never miss a day of work. It's not that I don't trust the doctors; it's just that I've grown attached to this clinic a lot, and so I don't want to leave it at all.

"I know. I believe in them, but I don't want to miss a day of work," I pouted.

The woman chuckled, "You're such a workaholic, Dr. Deung."

I smiled, shaking my head as I gave up on trying to resist any efforts of not working. My employees are talented, and I know they'll do fine without me. I won't be able to focus well while I'm sick, either. So, I guess it's essential for me to skip at least a day of work.

"Fine, I'm going to get moving now. Take care of the clinic for me, will you?" I asked.

The girl smiled, "Of course, doctor! Now, go home and rest!"

The man got shoved roughly by someone, scoffing over having to deal with this yet another day. He got sick of having to deal with those envious and shrewd men.

The two guys walking with the man that pushed him laughed as they found it amusing. They loved pestering him when they had the chance. They didn't understand how could he be able to suddenly demote their positions at work and take over the top spot when he only joined their company two years ago.

They all resented him, and he knew it. He didn't care, though. All he cared about was the great opportunity he managed to earn. He was happy he was finally able to make his dream job a reality. He wasn't going to let a bunch of petty men ruin that for him.

"By the way, what happened to your bag? You should totally get that fixed, man," one of the men said.

This seemed to halt him in his steps as he turned and faced them with a scowl, "Seriously? You guys are so immature. Do better."

He walked past them as he hurriedly went to the changing room and found his bag ripped to shreds, alongside the stuff inside of it.

He let his anger rise as he threw his now-torn bag across the room. He didn't know it was possible for people to still act so pathetically stupid during this age. This was literally child's play.

He was frustrated. He didn't want his hard work to be tarnished by a bunch of children like them. He didn't go through all of this for nothing...

A man gasped as he suddenly woke up from his dream. He was sweating profusely. His chest was heaving from the events he recalled in his dream.

Indeed, this was a flashback. A flashback he didn't like to be reminded of. His mind, though, had other plans as it enjoyed plaguing him with his past memories.

The memories that he wouldn't like to remember.

He grabbed the cup of water that was on his bedside table and gulped it. He looked at the clock beside him and groaned, hitting his head back on the pillow. It was three in the morning, and he wasn't able to sleep again despite being tired.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and attempted to pass time by scrolling mindlessly through social media apps. Still, he wasn't able to sleep again.

He finally acknowledged that he couldn't continue like this. He needed to face his problems.

The man entered the clinic, looking around at the beautiful interior design. Even though he was aware that he was at a clinic, the scenery there provided him a sense of comfort, oddly enough.

He went to the reception and cleared his throat, "Excuse me; I have an appointment with Dr. Kang."

One of the women at the reception's eyes' widened at the sight of the man. He was truly a sight to see. Coughing, she looked  at him and asked, "Your name, sir?"

As he told her his name, she searched through the system and indeed found his name. There was only a certain problem, though.

"Dr. Kang is currently unavailable, but your appointment will be with Dr. Deung, the owner of the clinic," she informed him.

He couldn't care less who was going to be his doctor. He just wanted to get done with this. He indeed wanted to get help, but he wasn't so keen on going to a psychiatrist. It made him feel like he wasn't sane, which he knew he was.

"Dr. Deung will be meeting you shortly. For now, you can take a seat," one of the receptionists smiled.

He nodded, taking a seat in the waiting room as he decided to continue admiring the clinic. What grabbed his attention the most were the paintings. They told a story. Every single one of them. The colors in particular were mesmerizing. The details as well were so intricate in the paintings.

They were truly beautiful. He could tell this artist is immensely talented. The paintings were worthy of being displayed at an art gallery or a museum.

"Dr. Deung will be seeing you now. Please follow me," the other receptionist announced.

The man nervously walked behind the receptionist. He didn't know what to expect from this. This was his first time, after all.

The receptionist knocked on the door and opened it. She gestured for the man to enter. He bowed to her and thanked her, entering the room.

"Ah, hello there. Please take a seat and be as comfortable—" the woman got up and smiled before her breath hitched.

She gulped, staring at the man intensely as she murmured, "professor Park?"

If she was surprised, then Park Jimin was even more shocked to see her. He knew that she owned a clinic, but he didn't presume it would be this one. He didn't expect her to be so—grown. She didn't age, yet she looked more mature. She became prettier, too. Her hair was longer and darker. He liked it that way. Despite all of the positive changes, he could still tell she wasn't completely happy with life. He could recognize this look anywhere, especially now.

"Miss Deung? I certainly didn't expect to see you here," he laughed.

After regaining her composure, Kyung-Mi smiled, "Neither have I. Please, take a seat."

She couldn't stop staring at him. He looked the same as he did two years ago.

The only difference is that his hair is now silver instead of black. She was mesmerized by his beauty. He looked ethereal. Yet, his eyes were different. They told a different story. A story of agony and pain.

"So, you opened a clinic? That's very impressive, Miss Deung," Jimin complimented.

Kyung Mi replied, "Yeah, I did. It's been a long ride, but definitely a good one. What about you, sir? How's it going with the university?"

"Please, call me Jimin. No need for the formalities since you're not my student anymore," he said.

She hesitantly nodded, still feeling like Jimin is her professor. It just felt wrong to say his name with no formalities or honorifics. It's even weirder that he could potentially be her patient for a while.

She has to be professional, though. No matter what, he's now her patient. She needs to help him and live up to her clinic's reputation. She needs to do her job well, as usual.

"And to answer your question, I don't work at the university anymore. I left shortly after you graduated. Instead, I became a dancer. Well, I was a dancer," Jimin continued, murmuring the last part.

He was fidgeting in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable discussing this topic. However, he wouldn't have come here if he didn't want to face this issue. She was determined to help him.

"Why did you stop?" She inquired.

He gulped, breathing heavily, "I-uh-I had an injury. Achilles tendinitis, to be exact. Thankfully, the surgery went well, and so did the physical therapy. However, if I injure myself again, I won't be able to dance anymore. My career is at risk as of now, and I can't seem to bring myself to dance again."

He sighed, looking at her again to see her listening intently. She didn't give him a look of pity, nor frowned at him. It made him feel better. Lately, that's all he has been receiving from people. Pity. He loathed it. It made him feel weak and powerless.

But she made him feel normal. She didn't make him feel this way. He stared at her intense gaze as he took it as a sign to keep going, "Ever since then, I would have reoccurring nightmares, or more so flashbacks, about my time spent at the dancing company. My colleagues weren't very fond of me. They resented me for climbing the ranks quickly, even though I was just a newbie. They gave me a difficult time there. It was like high school all over again. I'm still haunted by what they had done."

She nodded with every word he uttered, giving him her utmost attention. In the back of her mind, she was stunned by the information Jimin gave her. She thought that he was still a professor; she was surprised over how things can change greatly over two years.

Her once bright and cheerful professor is now a dull dancer who's dealing with trauma. It pained her to see this. Every patient's story truly pained her, but this one was different since she knew him on a personal level.

As he was done with his explanation, he sighed, feeling some of his frustration leave his body. Still, that didn't help his mental and emotional state. He just felt glad that he finally spilled his emotions to someone. Someone who just so happens to be a student of his.

She softly smiled at him and said, "Jimin, you're much closer to getting recovered from all of this than you think. It takes a lot of guts to finally face your problems, and you did just that by coming to me today. It won't be an easy journey, and I know you're tired of dealing with all those mishaps; but trust me, it will be worth it in the end. Life tends to hit us hard at times, but we eventually pick ourselves up, don't we? We can still go through another day, don't we? What you have gone through is a lot, that's for sure. Needless to say, I'll make sure I'll be able to help you find yourself again and get through this."

Jimin's eyes slightly watered, looking at her as he took in a big breath, "I trust you, Dr. Deung."

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[ijustreallylovethem]

“everything you touch, you ruin” & “don’t shut me out” with jamie drysdale please!

you knew jamie had been having a rough time since he had been injured. you helped as much as you could at the beginning but now that he was recovering, jamie wanted to do as much as he could by himself again. he also started picking up new hobbies to keep himself busy while trevor was gone at practice or games and you were at work or classes during the day. you loved the fact that he was able to keep himself happy and learn new things, but it didn’t take long for you to realize that he might be taking on too much at once.

you had a few days off work, which coincided with your spring break. you decided not to take a trip since jamie wouldn’t be able to go, and you wanted some extra time to spend at home with him. you were sat on the couch watching some tv show the first night while jamie was behind you in the kitchen. he had found some recipe that he wanted to try and impress you with so you were staying out of his way. but then you heard the slew of curse words leave his mouth and you stood from your spot, making your way toward him. you smelled it the second you entered the kitchen and your eyes couldn’t help but land on the small fire in the pan on the stove. jamie dropped the lid on the pan to smother out the flame and then looked at you wide eyed.

“i uh, i don’t know what happened.” you smiled, shaking your head slowly and making your way over to him.

“it’s okay, we can order a pizza or something. i appreciate the effort.” you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his chest. he sighed, loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he pressed a kiss to your forehead but then pulled away.

“go back to the living room, i’ll call and order and then clean this up.” he turned around to grab his phone, but wasn’t fast enough to hide how sad he looked. you frowned, but didn’t push it and did as he said.

the next day night you were getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth to be precise, something you almost always did with jamie. you searched for him but didn’t find him and figured he must be on the roof. your suspicions were right, and you found him strumming carefully through a song on his guitar. you sat next to him, waiting until he was done to speak up.

“it’s really coming along, jame. actually bearable to listen to now,” you joked, leaning your head on his shoulder. the sun had gone down a bit ago but the sky was still colored along the horizon.

“i started learning another one too, just a short, fun one. listen.” you sat up and watched as he positioned his fingers on the fretboard and strummed, moved his fingers and strummed, moved his fingers and strummed. it sounded good for this being the first time you had heard him play it and you were about to voice that when one of the strings broke, leaving you flinching and jamie groaning.

“it was nice while it lasted,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

his final straw was the next morning, after he had gone and picked trevor up to bring him back home after his roadie. the team had gotten in early so jamie was crawling back into bed with you at eight, pulling you into his chest as he got settled again. you gave him a quick kiss, laughing lightly when he groaned at the contact.

“good morning,” you spoke softly, letting your fingers trace over his bicep.

“not a good morning,” he joked, “back to sleep time.” you however, were already awake. you pressed kisses to his cheeks, nose, jaw, collarbones, and shoulders, trying to get him to stay awake.

“jamie, babe, don’t fall back asleep,” you basically begged and he sighed.

“y/n, i’m not in the mood for this right now.” his voice was stern and he didn’t even open his eyes to talk to you. you nodded, though he couldn’t see you, and rolled out of bed, deciding to just give him some space and let him sleep a little longer. he would most likely be in a better mood after a few more hours of sleep. you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and started to make your way toward the living room when you heard jamie speak silently. you stopped, thinking he was talking to you, but realized after a moment that he was talking to himself.

“fuck dude, everything you touch, you ruin.” you turned to see him laying on his back with the hells of his palms pressed into his eyes. your heart nearly broke at the words but the sight of him was even worse. you made your way back to bed, crawling under the covers and scooting over so you were right next to him.

“hey jamie,” you started softly, and he rolled over on his side to face you. his eyes were red and you could see tears forming on his waterline. “do you wanna talk?” he shook his head.

“it’s fine.”

“hey,” you reached up and let your hand fall on his jawline, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “please don’t shut me out. i know somethings bothering you and i think you’ll feel a lot better if you talk about it.” you let your hand fall to his shoulder and he sighed, letting his eyes close for a second before opening them and starting to talk.

“i just feel like everything’s been going wrong lately. like i’ve been doing great with PT and i’ve actually been able to make meals for all of us and the songs i play are actually starting to sound like songs. but then i want to make you this nice dinner and almost burn down the kitchen and i broke my string, and then i thought i made you mad just because i was tired and trevor annoyed me the whole ride back but i’m starting to rethink that since you came back.” you let out a small laugh at that, leaning in to kiss him.

“it’s been a bad few days, but you’ll bounce back. you’ll get a new guitar string and you can make me some tacos because i know you can make those, and i promise i wasn’t mad at you earlier. i just wanted to give you some space to catch up on sleep and wake up in a better mood.” he gave you a soft smile and you couldn’t help but return it.

“you know i love you right?”

“i know. and i love you too.”

“good, because i’m never letting you go.”

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Little Lamb (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: So if you saw the ask I got then you guys know that I actually started writing this before I took a break. Well, I wrote like one page of it lmaooo But this was one I always planned on making at least one more chapter for so I figured I’d get to it while you’re waiting for me to get off my ass and finish all the fics I’m working on. I don’t know if this was what you guys were hoping for but this was always my idea for this one. It’s all in Billy’s pov. I was planning on switching it to reader’s halfway through but Billy took over lmao I love writing from his pov.

Warnings: cursing, fluff.

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Billy's fingers drummed restlessly on the table he was sitting at with all of his friends. He felt… off. Not exactly nervous, he had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't really anxiety either, Billy fucking Russo didn't do anxiety. Yet his stomach felt weird, all tied in knots and he couldn't quite place what the feeling was. But it was making him restless. He didn't know what he was feeling but he had an idea of why. Karen had mentioned you were on your way to the bar and since then his stomach had been acting weird. It had been a good few days since he'd fucked you at Anvil, something he really hadn't expected. He'd met you months ago when Karen turned up with you one day and you'd instantly piqued his interest. You were shy and quiet, blushed if he so much as looked at you. Frank liked to take the piss out of him, telling him he was smitten with you. He'd earn a punch to the gut for that because Billy didn't do smitten with anyone. But he was grateful his best friend hadn't made these comments around Karen. he really didn't want to deal with it. So yeah, maybe Billy did steal glances at you, he couldn't help it. He'd watch you be all shy and cute like you were a study he was intently observing. You were refreshing. A breath of fresh air to him from the usual women he surrounded himself with. And he loved how he'd make a small comment and your cheeks would flush as you got all flustered. He enjoyed it when you came for drinks. And Frank knew, of course he did, they couldn't hide anything from each other. He thought he'd gotten away with it from Karen, but apparently she'd noticed his interest if the warning she gave him before he trained you was anything to go by. 

And did he listen? No, he really didn't. He'd tried to, lord knows he fucking tried. He'd been in pure business mode when you got to Anvil and things had been fine. And sure, he'd admired how your ass looked in the leggings you wore and maybe his eyes strayed to your breasts in the tank top you had on, but he was strictly professional. And then… then things went all ass upwards when he realized there was far more to you than he ever thought possible. Even after the incident with his hand around your throat, he'd ignored the burning need to kiss you, pushed it away as he remembered Karen's words. But then it happened again with the fake gun and he hadn't been able to stop himself after that. Not when you were so willing. He'd told you he was going to ruin you and your answering plea of 'please' had sealed his fate. And was it really so wrong if you were both consenting adults?

He knew you hadn't told Karen about what you'd both done since she hadn't chewed his ear off and his limbs were still intact. Frank knew and Billy was grateful that even though the man seldom kept things from his girlfriend, that the bro code still meant something. He'd expected a lecture from Frank too, he'd taken a liking to you since you meant so much to Karen. But he didn't lecture him and to Billy, that was even worse. Unsettling even. Because he knew that meant Frank was still hanging onto the notion that Billy felt something for you, that it wasn't just sex. But it was. Just some crazy intense sex. That's what he kept telling himself. He didn't regret it, it had been mind-blowing. Nothing would ever compare to what happened in the training room that day. But now here he was, feeling weird as he waited for you to arrive. Every time the door opened, his eyes would dart over and disappointment would curl in his belly when it wasn't you. He had no idea what was wrong with him.

He grabbed his glass and took a long pull of his drink, fingers now tapping on the glass and not the table. The others were all deep in conversation but as he raised his eyes, Frank was looking at him. Frank gave him a sly knowing smirk and Billy had to resist the urge to hit him over the head with his glass. It would only cause a scene and then Karen would have questions. And if he was honest, he was far more scared of Karen than he was of Frank. The door opened once more but yet again it wasn’t you and he felt himself deflate. It only got worse when Karen glanced to her phone with a little frown on her face. He’d started to wonder if you were even coming at all. It was almost half an hour after that when you finally walked through the door and Billy felt like he stopped breathing for a second. You were wearing a pretty floor-length summer dress with slits up the side, some combat boots to match. Your hair was done nicely and you were even wearing some make-up. It was natural looking but he could tell and it made your eyes stand out. Your outfit was finished off by the leather jacket he was used to seeing you in. You were a little more dressed up than he was used to and he wasn’t sure why. A little voice in his head wondered if maybe he was the reason. Everyone at the table greeted you as he just watched you smile shyly at them and murmur a soft hello, not liking all the eyes on you.

“Really couldn't get away from that date, huh?” Karen asked with a wry smile and Billy felt like he couldn't breathe again, but this time for another reason. That’s why you were dressed up, for some other asshole and not him. He felt something in his chest like a ball of fire and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“Tell me about it. I’m gonna grab a drink,” you snorted softly as you took off your jacket and put it on the back of the empty chair near Karen. You rushed off to the bar and before Billy knew what he was doing, he was grabbing his empty glass.

“I’m gonna get a drink too,” he muttered, standing up without even looking at anyone. He needed something a lot stronger than a beer with the feelings he was having but he also knew he was just attracted to you like a magnet. 

He stood next to you at the bar and ordered himself a whisky after you ordered a gin and tonic, your eyes wandering to him with a shy smile.

“So… you had a date?” he asked, trying but failing to keep the harsh edge from his tone. You eyed him warily as you nodded.

“Yeah, I didn’t really want to though,” you murmured with a snort, looking away as you shifted where you stood.

“What, he had a gun to your head?” he asked with a cruel mocking tone. He felt guilt stab him when you frowned at him, confusion and hurt at his tone. 

“Not quite… My neighbor is an old lady. Her grandson is my age and she’s always talking about how he can’t seem to get a girlfriend and his dates don’t go well. She wanted me to go on a date with him. I said no but she kept asking so…” you trailed off, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Of course, you ended up saying yes, you were soft like that. He didn’t want to say you were a push over but with his sour mood, that was exactly what he thought in that moment. 

“Well, it turns out there’s a reason why he can’t get a girlfriend. He’s a total asshole,” you chuckled, shaking your head. Billy’s spine straightened a little, his dark eyes pinned to you as you waited for your drink. 

“He say somethin’ to you?” he asked darkly, making your eyes whip to him. The threat in his voice was clear and you watched him for a long moment before a pretty smile graced your face and you shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you smiled, moving to look at the bartender as he brought the drinks over. Billy had no idea what he was doing. He had the deep itch to find that fucker and cave his face in for even sharing a moment with you and it made him feel all upside down. Was he… Jealous? The notion made him almost heave at himself, what the fuck was wrong with him? You toyed with your drink for a moment, glancing from it to him and he knew he fucked up with how he acted with you. You seemed like you’d retreated back into yourself a little and he kicked himself for it. Before he could apologize, you gave him a small smile before heading back to the table. He lowered his head as he sighed at himself. This disgusting jealousy he was feeling made him treat you like shit. It wasn’t how he envisioned seeing you again would be like, he didn’t want to fuck things up. He downed his drink in one before ordering another, going to the table as it arrived.

The night wore on and all Billy wanted was to talk to you. He wasn’t quite sure what to say to you though even if he had a chance. He’d spoken to you before what happened at Anvil, some little small talk here and there, idle chit-chat. But nothing too deep, nothing meaningful. And then he’d gone and fucked you. Now things were weird and he wanted more, wanted more of you. So he sat there silently stewing in all of his weird feelings as everyone talked and laughed among themselves. You weren’t loud like the others were. You smiled and laughed when you found something funny but you mostly kept quiet unless someone directly spoke to you, Karen often dragging you into conversation so you felt part of it. It was like it normally was, except it wasn’t because he couldn't stop fucking thinking about you and it was driving him crazy. Soon enough, it was getting late. Curtis was the first to leave and then Micro headed out too, leaving him with Frank, Karen and you. But still, he couldn't find the words to talk to you. You wouldn't even look at him and he wasn't sure if it was because of his harsh tone earlier or maybe you weren't even interested in him. Maybe the thing as Anvil had been a one-time deal for you and he wasn’t sure why that bothered him so much.

“Alright, I’m gonna head home,” you murmured with a small smile, he noticed that it wasn't directed at him and only Frank and Karen. 

“You getting a cab?” Karen asked, leaning into Frank. You shook your head as you stood and slipped your jacket on.

“No, it’s not far and I could use some air,” you shook your head. Frank opened his mouth and Billy knew just what was about to come out of it so he beat him to it.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said firmly. His tone left no room for argument and you looked at him warily but nodded with a very small smile. He knew you wouldn't argue with him anyway, you didn’t like confrontation. He felt Karen's eyes on him, knew she was glaring at him as he stood and put his own jacket on. He didn't bother to look at her though, didn’t want her to know anything that was going on in his head. 

“See you guys tomorrow,” he muttered, not even waiting for you as he made his way to the door so you could say your goodbyes. 

When you were done, you walked to the door, once again giving him that wary look before you both slipped out of the door. The air was crisp but it did little to quell the nerves that were swallowing him whole, his body tense and rigid as he walked next to you. You didn’t seem to be faring much better, your arms wrapped around yourself as you walked and stared off at nothing. You were almost to your apartment building when you stopped abruptly and Billy stopped too, looking at you carefully.

“Look… I’m sorry if I made things… weird… with what happened at Anvil. I just… It was a mistake, okay? I’m sorry,” you rambled nervously, your brows creased into a frown. Billy felt this awful feeling, like being sucker punched in the chest and he stood there staring at you for a moment. 

“A mistake?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion that hit him like a mack truck. Your wide eyes blinked at him, unsure of yourself as you toyed with your hands. 

“I just… I get it, okay? You're you and I’m… me,” you frowned deeper, looking away from him. The pain in his chest got worse and he clenched his jaw.

“Don’t do that shit,” he huffed, making you look at him once again.

“What shit?” you asked slowly. 

“Actin’ like… like you’re not good enough or whatever,” he muttered with a glare. You looked away from him uncomfortably.

“It’s fine. You regret it and I totally understand, of course you regret it. So just… let's act like it never happened. You don’t need to walk me the rest of the way,” you rushed out, cheeks flushed as you shook your head and started to walk away from him. He took a few long strides, catching up with you easily as he seized your wrist and spun you around. Your eyes were once again wide as they looked at him like they could see right into his soul and he felt like he was being sucked right in. 

“I don’t regret it, not one bit. It wasn’t… It wasn’t a mistake, not for me. Was it for you?” he asked, his heart stuttered at what your answer might be. He was already feeling the deep wounding sting of rejection prickling at him but then you shook your head, lowering your gaze.

“No,” you whispered. And while you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, he could tell you were being honest and he suddenly felt able to breathe again. He didn’t like the idea of you thinking he regretted it, like you didn’t matter. 

“Then we don’t have a problem here,” he smirked, raising a brow at you. Your lips curled up into a shy smile as you nodded and all he wanted to do was kiss you. He refrained though, instead starting to walk again with you. 

He hadn’t let go of your wrist and as you walked, his hand slid down to yours and laced his fingers with yours. He didn't do this shit, hadn’t held someone's hand in his life. It was far too intimate, but with you, it just felt right. And as he glanced over to you, you wore a pretty smile as you looked down and it made him feel like a flock of wild birds were in his stomach trying to get out. He had no idea what was happening to him. He still wasn’t sure what to say to you, feeling like there was so much he wanted to say yet no idea what. You were both silent as you got to your building and even on the way up in the elevator. It was only at your door that you finally broke the silence and he cursed himself. He was smooth, he knew that. He knew how to charm the pants off of any woman he met. Yet with you, it was like he didn’t know how to behave. 

“Do you… do you wanna come in for a drink or anything?” you asked quietly, eyes looking from your door to him. He chuckled, finally releasing your hand and feeling the loss immediately. 

“Nah… I… I don’t think I could control myself if I did,” he grinned impishly, being honest. You snorted, looking down with that pretty smile he loved on your face as you nodded.

“I wanna take you on a date,” he blurted and your eyes snapped to him in shock.

“A date?” you asked, sounding bewildered like you couldn’t believe it. He’d shocked himself asking you if he was honest but he didn’t want to take his words back.

“Yeah,” he murmured, feeling a little vulnerable. But a bright grin overtook your face and he was sure it was brighter than the sun.

“I’d like that,” you smiled, biting your lip with a nod. He felt the wild birds in his stomach again as he smiled too.

“I’ll get your number off Karen, set it up,” he grinned. You nodded as you opened your door, looking at him as you lingered in your doorway.

“Goodnight, Billy,” you murmured and he smiled at you.

“Night, Y/N,” he replied, forcing himself to turn away and walk back to the elevator. He wanted you again more than anything but he didn’t want to fuck this up. He wanted to do this right. 

—---

Two days later, Billy was hovering outside of Frank and Karen’s kitchen. She’d thrown a dinner party and now everyone was gone but he’d stayed back. You’d not been able to come due to work and he was disappointed he didn’t get to see you again yet. He wanted to take you on that date as soon as possible but he knew there was something he had to do first or he might end up six feet under. Hell, he still might. He blew out a sigh, rolling his shoulder before he squared himself up and walked right in. Karen was drying some dishes and humming to herself. 

“Can we talk?” he asked warily, earning a curious glance from her.

“Sure, what's up?” she asked, turning back to dry the plate in her hand.

“I uh… I just…” he couldn't get the words out, fidgeting on the spot like a child about to tell his mother he broke her favorite vase. She stopped what she was doing, setting the dish down as she looked at him with scrutinizing eyes. Then they seemed to narrow to slits at him.

“Oh my god! You did it, didn't you? I told you not to and you went and had sex with her?!” she growled, whipping him with a dish towel and he flinched, backing away.

“I told you! She’s not one of your whores, Billy! You don’t get to just fuck her and walk away!” she ranted, looking murderous. 

“It ain’t like that!” he protested, hissing when the dish towel caught him on the skin of his arm. 

“Then what’s it like?” she asked hotly, her eyes burning into him. His mouth gaped like a fish for a moment as he tried to find the words. 

“He cares about her,” Frank muttered casually as he strolled in, eating a cookie. Billy’s eyes squinted at his best friend and he had the instinctual urge to tell him he didn’t care, he didn't do feelings. But not only would that not really help his case here, he knew by now that was a goddamn lie. He did care about you. Karen was silent for a moment, sharing a long look with Frank before her eyes turned to him, a little softer this time.

“Do you?” she asked pointedly. She still didn’t look happy but she didn’t look like she was about to kill him anymore. He looked away and rolled his shoulder, sniffing as he shrugged. 

“I don’t… I don’t know what I feel but… I feel somethin’. It’s different with her, alright? I don’t get it, I don’t know what it is. But I… I asked her on a date,” he admitted feeling uncomfortable. Karen looked a little shocked but schooled her face quickly. Billy didn’t do dates and they all knew it. She was quiet for what felt like forever, seemingly deep in thought and Billy wasn’t sure just what he’d do if Karen told him no. Because yeah, he cared about you in some way and he wanted to get to know you better, but Karen was family to him. It already stung that he’d disappointed her. 

“She likes Italian food,” she murmured, turning back to her task of drying the dishes. Billy blinked at her back for a moment, trying to process that she hadn’t said no. Frank smirked at him, giving him a thumbs up and Billy rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to stick around for Karen to change her mind so he started to leave the kitchen.

“If you hurt her, Billy, we’re gonna have some big fucking problems,” her ominous tone made his chest tighten as he nodded stiffly.

“I know,” he murmured before he turned away and left.

 

—--

The next day Billy was pacing the floor like a man deranged, practically wearing a hole in Frank’s carpet. 

“I’m gonna fuck this up, Frankie,” he lamented, shaking his head with wild eyes.

“No you’re not, it’s gonna be fine. Now sit your ass down,” Frank ordered, grabbing him and shoving him onto the couch. He was wearing one of his suits, his hair perfectly done. He’d arranged to take you to Antonio’s, a fancy Italian place not too far. It was classy and a little pricey but you were worth it. He wanted to show you that you were special, that you meant something. Karen was currently with you helping you get ready for the date. From what he knew from Frank, Karen hadn’t needed to confront you about this whole thing as you called her up and confessed to it all. But Karen wasn’t mad at you, no, she was mad at him. And while she still let this whole thing happen, he knew she was wary because of his reputation, knew what she thought of him and that shit stung. 

“Just breathe, man,” Frank urged softly and it was only then that Billy realized his chest was heaving. He took slow steadying breaths and closed his eyes.

“I think I’m gonna pass out,” he muttered and Frank barked a laugh.

“Shit… you’re like this on the first date, what you gonna be like when you guys get married?” he asked teasingly and he was met with Billy’s look of abstract horror. It only made Frank laugh more and Billy was starting to think his best friend hated him.

“Just chill, alright? You’ve been to literal war and you’re actin’ like this? It’s gonna be fine,” Frank soothed once he realized Billy really wasn’t doing okay.

“I just… I really fuckin’ like her, Frank. I don’t… I don’t wanna mess this up, I don’t wanna hurt her,” he confessed quietly with a frown. He had no idea what the fuck he was doing. He’d never taken anyone on a real date before. People presumed because he was a ladies man that he probably went on dates all the time but that wasn't true. He went through women like water and once he was done with them, he had no use for them anymore. No desire to go back to them and their expectations. And sure he’d taken a few pretty women as a date to some of the events he attended but it was purely a status thing, to boost his ego having something pretty on his arm. He’d never bothered to take someone out for dinner like this, never had something worth taking. But now he was taking you and he was terrified he was going to fuck this up somehow with how inept he was at this shit. 

“You won’t mess this up, Bill. You don’t wanna hurt her? Then don’t, it’s that simple,” Frank explained seriously. Maybe it was good advice but it didn’t make him feel any better. 

“I don’t know what I’m doin’, man,” Billy frowned.

“Just go with the flow, see what happens. You like her and she likes you. Just get to know each other better,” Frank said softly. Billy blew out a long steadying breath as he nodded. That's what he’d do. He’d just go with the flow and see what happened. Maybe this thing wouldn't work out, maybe you got to know each other better and you just didn’t click. Although the idea wouldn't really compute in his brain because he couldn't see a world where he didn’t want you. And the idea of you getting to know him better and realizing he wasn't worth your time made him feel sick. 

He sat there mildly panicking until it was time for him to leave to pick you up. Frank had to physically shove him out of the door to get him to leave. He’d seen a lot of shit in his life, he’d done a lot of shit. But taking you on a date was terrifying to him. The ride there he tried to calm himself down. If he could be out there in the battlefield then he could survive a fucking date with you. He put on his mask of confidence in the elevator and by the time he got to your door, he was outwardly okay. Inside, not so much. He raised a shaky hand and knocked firmly at your door. The door swung open and he gazed at you with slightly parted lips and wide eyes.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, eyes sweeping your body. He’d told you it was a classy place but it wasn’t exactly ball gown attire. You looked stunning in your black knee-length dress with lace accents and it hugged you in all the right places before flaring out from the waist. You were wearing black wedges and your trusty leather jacket. 

“You look… fuck…” he was rendered completely speechless, the man who always had something to say not having anything coming out of his mouth as he took you in. You blushed deeply, looking down with a shy smile.

“Thanks. You look good too, but you always do,” you said wryly, making him smirk, almost preening like a peacock. 

“You ready?” he asked and you nodded with a smile, slipping out of the door and shutting it. His hand grasped yours without even thinking about it and you had that pretty little shy smile toying at your lips again as you walked into the elevator hand in hand. When the doors slid shut, you both stood there and he looked at you.

“You nervous?” he asked softly, making your eyes turn to him.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked warily, a self-deprecating chuckle leaving your lips.

“Your hand's shakin’. If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous too,” he admitted and you gave him a wry smile.

“Really? Billy Russo, bad ass marine, is nervous?” you asked sarcastically. 

“Yeah I am. You make me nervous,” he said softly and you blinked at him before a smile graced your face. He felt so vulnerable in that moment, opening up to you like that and he was a little surprised when you moved closer to him.

“Well then, we can be nervous together,” you grinned playfully, making him smile. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, it was like you were glowing from the inside out and he didn’t think he’d ever wanted someone more than he wanted you in that moment. His lips claimed yours, he really couldn't help himself. It felt like forever since he’d tasted you and seeing you dressed up for him had lit a fire inside of him. You kissed him back, hands fisting his shirt as he devoured your mouth like a man starved. He only broke away when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. And older woman with short gray hair was standing there blinking at you both and you cleared your throat as you stepped away from him looking flushed. 

“Y/N, dear. Is this him? Is this Billy?” the woman asked with a cheeky grin, making you blush harder as you nodded. Billy looked to you with a raised brow, amused that you’d clearly been talking about him.

“Mrs Jefferson, this is Billy, Billy this is my neighbor, Mrs Jefferson,” you mumbled, looking like you wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Jefferson,” he grinned charmingly, holding his hand out. The woman smiled warmly as she took it and he raised it to his lips and placed a quick kiss to it with a mischievous smirk. She chuckled delightedly, fanning her face when he released her hand.

“My, he’s quite the charmer,” she laughed, making you smile and shake your head. He wasn’t sure how he became a topic of conversation for you and the older women since last he heard she was trying to set you up with her grandson, but she didn’t seem upset in the least. 

“Well, I’ll let you two have a good night. Don’t do anything I wouldn't do,” she cackled, making you rush from the elevator with an embarrassed face. He looked at you thoroughly amused and you gave him a mock glare.

“Been gossipin’ about me to your neighbors, huh?” he asked teasingly and you huffed, shoving him lightly and making him laugh.

“Shut up,” you muttered, almost pouting. His hand darted out and caught yours, tugging you closer to him as you walked to his car.

“Kinda curious what you told her. You tell her about all the dirty things we got up to?” he asked impishly and you gave him an unimpressed look.

“You’re really mean, you know that?” you asked as you squinted at him, it only made him chuckle. All of his nerves seemed to have melted away. It was just so easy with you. 

The ride to the restaurant was filled with idle chatter and he loved seeing you like this. This was the most he’d ever seen you speak to anyone and he loved that you seemed so relaxed around him. When he got there, he parked up and got out, rushing around to your side of the car so he could open your door for you. You gave him a playful eye roll but he got a pretty blush and a smile from you that made his heart falter for a moment. You both walked in hand in hand as he told the staff his name for the reservation. His eyes were on you as you walked through to be seated. The place was very upscale, decorated modernly with fancy high art. You had a small frown on your face as you glanced around at the place and the people here and he was about to ask you what was wrong when you turned to look at him.

“You know you could have just taken me to McDonald’s, right?” you asked softly. And he did know. You liked the little things in life, you weren’t into all the flashiness and money. 

“I know, but I wanted to treat you. Take you somewhere nice,” he replied seriously. You blinked at him before nodding, a small smile on your face. He hoped you’d ease into it once you got seated, not wanting you to be uncomfortable here. The date went on smoothly as you ate and spoke. You’d told him all about your life and your family. What it was like growing up and your job now. He was eager to learn every detail he could about you and the more he learned, the more he felt drawn to you. He’d been completely open and raw with you, telling you everything. About how he was abandoned as a baby, about foster care and the shit that happened there. He’d never been so open with anybody before. And you didn’t look at him with pity like some other people did, like ‘oh poor baby, let me fix you’. He’d told some women bits and pieces of his tragic backstory before. The women he bedded with the intention of getting information out of and he wanted to earn their trust. He never told them everything but any time he did they’d give him that stupid pitying look. But not you. You were horrified by what he’d been through of course but you didn’t look at him any different. And when you’d told him that he’d turned into an amazing man despite it all and that he should be proud, he’d felt like his heart might burst. It felt like the date ended far too quickly and before long he was already driving you home. He didn’t want to leave you yet but he knew he needed to pace himself. He wanted to dive in head first with how he was feeling, wanting more and more of you. But he was new to this and he didn’t want to overdo it, didn’t want to smother you. He’d never felt like this in his entire life before and it was scary as shit. 

You looked radiant, so completely happy that it made him feel like he was riding a high as he walked you to your door. He’d never seen anyone more beautiful than you. 

“Do you wanna come in?” you asked, much like last time. Only this time you had a coy smile on your face as you leaned back against your door. He loved this side to you, the one that was still shy but yet able to just be open with him. But as he shook his head, he saw your face fall a little and he moved to cup your face.

“I’m tryin’ to exercise self-restraint. Show you that I’m serious about this,” he admitted in a murmur. You looked shocked for a moment before you smiled, reaching out to toy with his shirt. He leaned down and kissed you, softly as first but then it quickly turned heated as he pressed himself against you. You moaned into the kiss and he groaned, pulling away reluctantly.

“You’re not makin’ this easy, little lamb,” he murmured breathlessly against your lips. 

“Good, if I have to suffer then so do you,” you grinned cheekily at him, making him laugh. 

“I wanna do this again,” he said softly, kissing your lips sweetly before he nuzzled your nose with his. Never had he ever had the urge to be so affectionate with anyone. A bright smile painted your lips at his words and he was really regretting his decision to control himself.

“I’d like that too. I had a really good night,” you smiled at him. He couldn't stop his own smile that was tugging on his lips, he felt like a high schooler with a crush. He leaned in and kissed you firmly one last time before he moved away lest he never leave. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he breathed with a smile.

“Goodnight, Billy,” you grinned before you slipped inside and shut the door.

He blew out a sigh, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he walked over to the elevator. He had no idea where the fuck this was going and he almost felt like he was on a roller coaster but he didn’t want to get off. Didn’t want this to stop. As he got into his car, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, toying with it for a moment before he unlocked it. He opened up the messages and clicked your name, typing frantically. He really couldn't control himself, he felt like a completely different person. 

‘Miss you already 💙 🐑’

He pressed send and then started to wonder if he’d made a mistake. Was he being too much? Would you get sick of him? When did he turn unto such a girl? But then his phone dinged and he held his breath as he opened the message.

‘I miss you too 💖 🐺’

He smiled like an idiot, slipping his phone back into his pocket before he started driving off back home. All this time he thought he didn’t do relationships, didn’t do feelings but really, he just hadn’t found the right person. And as scary as it was, he knew you were that person. He’d never been more sure of anything in his life.

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Swimming Lesson (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Eugéne was with Pinocchio and when he told her he couldn’t swim she couldn’t believe it.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to swim?! Pinocchio Krat is surrounded by water” And even if it wasn’t, swimming is an important skill to learn, you never know when you are going to need it.

Contrary to what one might think, Pinocchio wouldn’t sink while in water, the way he was made is very special after all.

“Well, Eugéne it’s not like he had anyone to teach him,” Gemini said.

Geppetto and Antonia are too old to teach him, and Venigni knows how to swim but he isn’t exactly the best swimmer, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

“That’s it, I’m going to teach you” Eugéne had her mind set up and it had been a while since she had gone swimming, so it would be fun to do so, “We could ask Lady Antonia permission to borrow the pool in Hotel Krat”

Pinocchio was so excited, he couldn’t wait to learn how to swim.

——

His father bought him a nice swimsuit, a one-piece with short sleeves, it was white with black stripes.

Eugéne was wearing a one-piece as well, although hers was those made for women, it was orange and she also added a yellow swimming skirt. She wasn’t wearing her glasses as you can’t really wear them while swimming but, she can see without them, her myopia isn’t that bad.

Pinocchio was sitting by the ledge of the pool, moving his feet in the water, it was best that he got more comfortable with it before starting, Gemini was watching from afar, he is waterproof but not much he can do to help Pinocchio swim.

The pool isn’t that deep, both can touch the floor but it goes up to their shoulders.

“Okay, Pinocchio whenever you are ready we can start,” Eugéne said with a smile.

Pinocchio didn’t hesitate to jump in the water, completely splashing her in the process.

“Pinocchio!” Eugéne still hadn’t put her head underwater, she began to splash water in his face as revenge.

Pinocchio joined in, both ended up having a small splashing war until they laughed it off.

“Okay so…” Eugéne now realized that she wasn’t sure how to begin but she was good at improvising, “Have you seen someone swim before?”

Pinocchio shook his head, as many times as he had been thrown in bodies of water and ruined his pretty clothes, he had never seen someone swim.

“Well you are a fast learner, let me just swim myself and show you how it’s done” Eugéne remembers when she gave Pinocchio weapons, and just by swinging them a few times herself, he understood how to use them, so maybe that could work here.

And it did work! After swimming a little Pinocchio began to copy her movements, sure, it’s not like it was perfect on the first try but he did pretty well.

The only issue was that he wasn’t able to hold his breath for long, or at all, he constantly gasped for air once his head was outside the water.

“Maybe we can do some breathing exercises” Wait, does he have lungs? Well, he can breathe so Eugéne assumes that he does have his own special lungs.

They made their way to the ledge of the pool; Eugéne showed him how to hold his breath underwater and release the air with his nose, grabbing the ledge as support with his hands, going up and down.

Pinocchio did it and tried swimming some more, it was better than before but he still needed more training. But he had already learned the basics so fast, there was no need to keep pushing for him to try and further those techniques, this was the first time after all.

“Where did you learn how to swim so well Eugéne?” Gemini shouted from afar.

“Oh well, I enjoy swimming from time to time, it’s fun to do” It’s not a sport she does per se, as she doesn’t do it that often and she does other types of exercises when she works out. But she is confident in saying that she knows how to swim better than the average person.

They decided to take a break, but they didn’t get out, it was nice just to soak a bit in the water, even if it was cold but they already had gotten used to it.

After a little more time passed they decided that it was enough for today, both getting out of the pool. Eugéne put her glasses back on.

“Pinocchio I need you to give me that skill of yours to learn things so fast,” Eugéne said while getting water out of her hair.

Pinocchio looked like he was in deep thought.

“Not literally, as much as I would want that” She laughed, sometimes you have to be careful with what you say when hanging out with Pinocchio. She still remembers when in a passing conversation she said the saying of “skeletons in the closet” and Pinocchio freaked out thinking that she had actual skeletons in her closet.

Antonia had come outside to see them, asking them how everything went.

“It was great!” Eugéne had fun today, it was nice hanging out with Pinocchio in a more relaxed environment and not always in her shop.

“Although it was strange that no one else wanted to use the pool while we were here” Eugéne did find it a little weird.

“Well, it’s probably due to this climate but at least it has warm water,” Antonia said.

“Actually the water wasn’t warm” Eugéne didn’t even know the pool had a heater.

It was odd, Antonia was talking about how she would need to check the maintenance of the pool when they heard Pinocchio shouting at them.

“I found the problem!” Pinocchio was holding a loose cable in his hand and he proceeded to try and connect it.

“DON’T-“They both tried to warn him, but it was too late, Pinocchio was still wet and he got electrocuted.

—-

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Geppeto is going to kill me” Eugéne was freaking out, it had been 20 minutes and Pinocchio was still knocked out, she had promised that she would take good care of him.

“Relax Eugéne, Pinocchio is just an idiot” Gemini knows that sometimes his best friend lacks common sense.

“Oh Gemini don’t say that” Antonia spoke up, “My dear boy is just… a little clueless sometimes”

Eugéne had already changed clothes, since Pinocchio was still knocked out, he was in his swimsuit.

“Mmm he really does look just like a human” Pinocchio tends to wear clothes that cover most of his skin, so it’s not common to see him like this.

Eugéne has worked with Geppetto before, mainly in projects for Legion Arms so she knew that his reputation wasn’t just hearsay, but it still amazes her how Pinocchio was built.

“Yes, and he looks just like….” Antonia took a sigh and Eugéne knew why.

Like Carlo.

Eugéne knows that Antonia sees Pinocchio for who he is and not for who he isn’t, but it looks like she is going to vent her frustrations for a moment.

“The first time I saw him, I wanted to slap Geppetto” It almost gave her a heart attack, seeing him, knowing that Carlo was dead and the only logical conclusion was that Geppetto built him.

As a way to bring back Carlo.

Geppetto confessed to her that the conversation she had with him was one of the reasons he came to his senses. It was only natural as her friend that she would talk and reason with him and she is glad it worked.

Antonia knew that Geppetto was in a deep amount of pain after losing Carlo, losing a son is something just so… devastating, it’s always tragic.

Eugéne had never met Carlo, she might have worked for Geppetto on a few occasions and developed a friendship as he mentored her but she had never seen him, she had begun to work with Geppetto when she turned 19 and Carlo was 15 and still studying at Monad, not many opportunities to see him.

“I just wanted to say that out loud, it was killing me to keep it to myself” Antonia took a deep breath.

“It’s alright Lady Antonia, I understand” Eugéne didn’t mind hearing her speak about this.

“You are a very understanding young girl Eugéne” Antonia smiled, “And very beautiful I bet you have a few suitors flocking around you”

Eugéne blushed and Antonia laughed.

There have been a few people who came to her shop looking for her, apparently, some find a woman with that much knowledge of weapons attractive.

She is very flattered but she isn’t interested, specially in some random person who comes to her store to confess their love for her. Eugéne is one to believe that you must be friends first.

“As long as no one proposes to you the same way Pinocchio did to Sophia”

They both laughed, it was so bizarre when Pinocchio explained the situation, specially since at the end they don’t like each other that way but it was a fun anecdote nevertheless.

“I think you know better than me how gossip runs on Krat” Eugéne said, “But it’s amusing to hear what people believed happened”

The people of Krat had already noticed the engagement ring and there were some very strange rumors running around.

“They can be so ridiculous, I heard some say that they think Geppetto built him a girlfriend” Antonia feels that people just make up stuff for fun not thinking about how that sounds.

“I hadn’t heard that one, Since he came back from London with that ring, I heard some say that he has a long-distance relationship, some say with a human, some say that with a puppet, some say weird stuff that he is engaged to two people at the same time” Eugéne was smiling.

People really need to mind their own business sometimes.

Just then, Geppetto arrived and a few minutes later was when Pinocchio woke up, Eugéne had to stop herself from laughing at Geppetto scolding Pinocchio. Doesn’t help that Gemini likes to contribute by saying how much of a brat he is.

Thankfully the experience didn’t stop Geppetto from letting them continue having swimming lessons, or just go swimming for fun.

“Oh look at your evil father scolding you, come here dear” Antonia extends his hands and Pinocchio hugs her.

Geppetto lets out a sigh, maybe he should have a talk with Antonia because Pinocchio is starting to say things like “My mother lets me do this” or “My mother says it’s okay to do that”

She is spoiling him too much.

He likes spoiling his son too but this is too much and he is becoming the “mean parent” because he is the one who scolds him.

“Please Geppetto he got electrocuted, he already learned his lesson” Looks like she knew what he was thinking.

—-

Back home Pinocchio was reading a book, Geppetto took Gemini took his workshop, he wanted to talk privately with him.

“Gemini how would you like it if you could walk around?”

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