#hint of spice

[nanamisgirly]

previous << part.7 >> next ⊹₊。꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ trying new sets of bikini!

SERIES

cw suggestive, geto has piercings and is tattooed, fluff fluff flufffff (with hint of smut but no smut ykyk), our boy is downnn bad just like we like mhm, chubby reader.

“Suguruuuuuu,” you call out after your boyfriend, best friend, and ex-womanizer!Geto—dragging the syllables with your usual affection.

He hums, not turning around. “What’s that for?” His voice’s soft and fond that tone he only reserves for you, like you’re something gentle in a world that’s too harsh. He’s got his sleeves rolled up, standing at the sink, brows furrowed in a battle against a particularly stubborn bit of sauce on the plate.

“Need your help,” you say, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter by the sink. And ex-womanizer!Geto can’t stop his eyes from drifting down, not when your thick thighs double up like that. “I, huh, ordered sets of bikinis… For our trip to Italy.” 

He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment, letting you stumble over the ask while he rinses off the plate. You thought asking for his opinion would be easy.

Wrong.

“I don’t know if they fit right and…” you trail off. Suguru’s eyes are gleaming with amusement, waiting calmly for you to finish your ask even though he already knows where you’re going. That is the only thing he insists on—say clearly what you want from him.

“I was wondering if… you could maybe watch me try them on? And tell me what you think?”

You swear he bites back a grin, lips twitching. “Of course,” he says easily, voice a shade deeper now.

And what ex-womanizer!Geto thought would be a simple opinion-giving session turns into actual hell for him. 

The first two pieces were already hard enough to contain his cock, thin straps and fucking little triangles on your breasts barely holding them, only hiding the bare minimum. And the bottom? The hell do girls even call that a bottom? Your ass cheeks were all out and he swears he saw your pussy lips spilling from the sides.

But all he said? “Amazing, sweets.”, “Really pretty” as you fidgeted with the straps, trying to adjust the ridiculous thing, your soft belly jiggling with each movement—all plush and real. 

And it’s so stupid how that alone makes his cock twitch. The way you squirmed on your feet, tugging at it all shy, even after months of being together—it makes his chest ache. 

Goddamn it, ex-womanizer!Geto is just thinking :  ‘how the fuck am I surviving this trip if she wears those bikinis ?’ Like will he be able to enjoy the sea? Will he be able to look at anything else but your skin? Will he drool all over the sand? (For sure. That’s 100% happening for him.) Will he have to rip out every guy’s eyes for staring at you??

Suguru lets out a low exhale. He's not even pretending to hide how hard he is anymore—sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to cover.

“I don’t think that would do,” he mutters, licking his lips, toying with the piercing as his gaze drags down your body. This piece is tracing pattern all over your tummy, letting the lower part spill out gracefully while traps are going up in X form to another part of fabric stretching tight over your nipples. The back is nonexistent.

“You don’t like any of them?” You ask, voice flattering, suddenly uncomfortable. “You said they were—” 

He shakes his head, his long hair swaying with the motion. “If ‘don’t like’ means I’ve been hard since you walked in here and I’m about to cum in my fucking pants just looking at you, then yeah. Sure. Hate them all.” 

And as he walks toward you, you distingue his dilated pupils—the bright violet color of his eyes reduced to a thin ring. Your lips part because no matter how many times he’s made it clear how badly he wants you, how much he adores you—you're still a stuttering mess under that gaze, looking away like a fool. 

His hand comes up your jaw, large and warm, the tattoos on his fingers contrasting with your untouched skin. And it always shakes you, the intensity in the way he looks at you. 

It’s so easily easy to see that what he feels for you goes way beyond lust.

It’s something burning—something that sets your whole body on fire. He’s never told you ‘I love you’. And neither have you, too afraid to startle him. But it might as well be screamed at the top of his lungs at this exact moment, that’d be the same. 

“Do you… really think they look good?” you ask, voice quieter.

He leans in, nose bumping yours. “I think you look like everything I want.. and nothing I deserve.”

Your breath hitches when he suddenly drops to his knees—just like that. He presses a kiss to your bellybutton then lower, peppering all this area with the softness of his mouth—the cold metals making you shiver.

He tugs on the swimsuit, trying to push it aside.

Buzz.

He groans, clearly annoyed, feeling his phone vibrating in his sweatpants’ pocket. “Sorry, sweets, I’m checkin’ who’s calling…” another kiss on your lower belly. “If it’s someone important—” 

He chuckles when he sees the name glowing on the screen ‘asshole’

He throws his phone onto your bed without a second glance. 

Then he picks up right where he left off, murmuring against your skin with a low laugh, “It’s Satoru.” 

ex-womanizer!Geto voice dips with satisfaction. “I guess I’ll just call him later.”

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🏷️ : @siennadoodles @imjustheretoreadgeto (wanna be added? comment here)

[zepskies]

Imagine: Soldier Boy Getting Jealous...

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader || (past Frenchie x F. Reader)

Request: Soldier Boy finding out you had something with Frenchie, years before meeting him.

Word Count: 1K

Tags/Warnings: Jealousy lol (With a hint of spice.~)

Imagine: Ben getting jealous over your past relationship with Frenchie.

He doesn't care.

Because he doesn't care...

When you sit him down in the living room of your apartment and tell him you used to date Frenchie, Ben's reaction is mild at best. To the point where it kind of concerns you.

Ben raises a brow and gives a deep hum.

"Oh, really? That limey bastard?" he remarks. He takes a sip from his tumbler of whiskey. You give him a weary sigh.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't call him that," you reply. You and Frenchie are still friends. Your "entanglement" was years ago, before he even started hooking up with Cherie.

But you still want to be honest with Ben. You two have been dating for a few months now, and it's actually serious. No one's more surprised than you by that fact, but...you're happy. You think he is too.

At your response, however, Ben rolls his eyes and continues drinking. You tilt your head in suspicion.

"So you're chill?" you ask.

"Chill?" he quirks a brow at you. Your lips form a smile.

"You're okay with this," you amend.

Ben shrugs and turns on the TV, trying to navigate the streaming apps. You’d put him on to Game of Thrones. Even three seasons into his binge-watching, he doesn’t want to admit that he’s hooked.

"You're fucking a real man now, sweetheart. No skin off my nose," he says.

It's your turn to roll your eyes, despite a warm blush stinging your cheeks.

But the next time you all go out together to a club in the city, Ben watches you leave his side to say hello to your friends: Annie, Hughie, Frenchie and Kimiko. Frenchie takes your hands and makes a show of looking you up and down.

"Well, well. She shoots to kill tonight, eh?" Frenchie says. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, he whispers, "Ah, black leather. My old favorite."

"Stop," you warn with a smile, hitting his shoulder. He's absolutely shameless. "You're too much."

"And you are just enough," Frenchie returns. He whistles playfully as he raises your hand to twirl you around, showing you off in your little black dress and red-bottom heels.

You laugh, but you bump into Ben when you twirl for the second time. Your laughter cuts off abruptly when you see the flinty look on his face, though he's clinging to stoicism.

Frenchie’s eyes widen as he seems to realize the very real danger he's put himself in. He wisely lets go of your hand, pivots on his heel and goes with Kimiko over to the dance floor.

Meanwhile, you move back to Ben's side and try to placate him by looping your arm through his. He responds by wrapping a strong arm around your waist. His eyes bore into the back of Frenchie's head so hard, you almost expect laser beams to come out of them.

"Come on, let's get a drink," you suggest, patting a hand on Ben's chest. He looks good tonight in a burgundy button-down shirt tucked into his slacks.

Ben wordlessly agrees to your suggestion, but he grabs a stool and drags it close to his own seat. He does help you by the hand onto the stool, but then his arm wraps back around your waist, pulling you in snugly, possessively to his side.

You try not to smile in amusement. It's a caveman's display, but at least you know the root cause this time.

...Okay, maybe you feel the tiniest bit complicit, but really, you think Ben's overreacting.

After he flags down the bartender and orders his bourbon and your martini, you tap against his bearded cheek, earning his green-eyed attention.

"You okay?" you ask knowingly.

"Just fine," he deadpans.

"Oh, well that's convincing," you say with a smile. "Do I need to remind you that I'm here with you?"

Ben's gaze hardens. "I don't know. You were pretty happy to let that French whore put his fucking hands all over you—"

"All right. Calm down, Rambo," you say, trying not to laugh as you rub his arm. "Sorry, baby. That's just how we've always cut up. It doesn't mean anything."

Ben scoffs in derision. "Yeah? Fuck if I care."

You frown at that, sparking with annoyance. Somehow, now you actually do feel guilty. You and Frenchie have bounced off each other like Derek and Garcia for so long, you didn't even realize how it might look...or how it might make your boyfriend feel.

Because even with all that ego and injured pride, you have a feeling there's a real sting of hurt under there.

"Hey," you say, squeezing Ben's wrist. His gaze remains stubbornly on the bartender making your drinks.

You decide to take matters more firmly into your hands.

Reaching up for his chin, you guide Ben's face toward yours and press a kiss to his lips. It's slow at first, but it soon gains in passion. His teeth graze your bottom lip, before his tongue demands entrance into your mouth with claiming purpose.

It elicits a hint of a moan from you, your fingers clenching in his hair. Your nails drag against his scalp, almost making him shudder.

Your supple lips eventually pull away from his, nice and slow.

"Your hands are the only hands I care about touching me," you say. Your expression twinkles with mischief as you toy with the zipper on the side of your dress.

"As a matter of fact, I need your help," you add. "This zipper keeps catching on something. I think it's stuck."

Quite possibly because someone got a little handsy in the cab on the way here.

Ben smirks, though he claims your lips in one more slightly rough kiss before he answers.

"Well that is a problem," he says. His eyes roam down your face, taking in your thoroughly kissed lips, and the cleavage peeking out at him from the neckline of your dress.

"Think I can give you a hand," he says, as his actual hand slips down your leg. His fingers brush along the inside of your thigh, tingling across your skin. His half-lidded gaze once again meeting yours. "Better take you out back and fix you up."

You laugh, despite the return of your blush. You cling to his shoulders, while his fingers burn a tantalizing trail upwards.

"Oh, yeah. Save me, Soldier Boy!" you tease.

He snorts in response, but he helps guide you out of your seat.

Moments later, all your friends find at the bar are two forgotten drinks and a couple of empty stools.

AN: Ah, jealous Ben. It's fun to imagine. 😂

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[avampyone]

Julezen 2025 - 13. Free Day

Goth beach days~

[orgaslink]

For the kissing prompts

31. Neck kisses For Twark?

Thank you for the ask, Lolabearwrites! You may have kinda stumbled upon one of my most favourite ships and a prompt I’m smitten for, so hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it! I could have kept on and on writing for this and I may have to revisit this thought in the future. For now, enjoy some Twark (DarkLight) neck kisses, below the cut for hint of spice.

It was no secret to Twilight that Dark had been through a lot, emotionally, mentally and especially physically. Just the tattoos alone would be a big thing to go through with the amount of ink adorning Dark’s entire body, and that was without considering what happened before the tattoos.

Mapping out the art etched across his partners skin, Twilight soon found that tracing the patterns and lines to be one of his favourite pastimes, especially when he could also catalogue Dark’s reactions to his explorations.

Twilight soon learned that he could make Dark’s skin ripple beneath a teasing finger tracing the works along his abdomen, muscles tensing and quivering to the stimulation. Following the trail of ink over Dark’s ribs caused him to huff out a sound that would closely resemble laughter if Dark didn’t stifle it, the quirk to his lips giving him away more than the turning of his head ever could. Twilight would prefer if Dark didn’t try to hide his reactions, but he was more than happy to bide his time and keep up his explorations as long as Dark allowed.

One such reaction, Dark couldn’t hide from Twilight. Not with how enthusiastically his body betrayed what it was feeling. Idle fingers had found their way onto Dark’s chest one sweaty, post coital night, Twilight absentminded in his meandering touch that slowly trailed further up Dark’s chest, his clavicle and finally weaving their way over the coiled dragon over his throat. He hadn’t meant anything by it, merely basking in the afterglow of their session together and touching Dark for the sake of staying close to him.

Dark’s reaction had him rethinking that.

The hitch in breath would have been easily missed by someone who wasn’t becoming intimately intune with Dark to know what that hitch meant when paired with the subtle shift of Dark’s body where he lay on his back with Twilight half on his chest. It was enough to pique his curiosity and traverse his fingers in the same pattern in experimentation. He was not disappointed to feel Dark’s pulse thrum beneath his touch, the heartbeat he could hear from the cushion of Dark’s chest thumping just a little harder.

Twilight wasn’t like Hyrule, he was academic nor particularly interested in study. Unless that study involved the ways in which he could turn his lover on and the many ways in which they could indulge in one another and bring about a pleasure that Twilight had never experienced before in his life – that was a subject Twilight longed to excel in.

It spurs him into action, his body inching up Dark’s to bring Twilight’s mouth closer to his neck where he nosed at Dark’s jaw and continued trailing one finger over his neck tattoo. The tilt of Dark’s head upwards was telling, and Twilight fought to keep the grin from his face, instead opting to begin exploring his lovers neck with his mouth rather than his fingers.

Dark gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets beneath him as Twilight’s explorations became more confident as Dark’s reactions grew more obvious. Twilight’s tongue was hot as he alternated mouthing at Dark’s neck and teasing with his tongue, but Dark’s skin was hotter, burning up beneath Twilight ministrations and causing heat to pool below his navel.

“Fuck Twi! I–”

“Shhh,” Twilight covered Dark’s lips with a finger, the very same that started this maddening tease. “Don’t talk, just let yourself feel.”

Dark felt a lot of things that night. All of them fan-fucking-tastic, mind blowing and some leaving a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest that Dark wouldn’t couldn’t name.

[ahappyphjl]

he said the lack of wedding ring

[jestarcana]

sleepy sunday

[rosehaunt]

Sailor Seeks Horse Pinot Noir Dijon Clones & D'Usse XO Cognac

[girlnextvore]

Everyone take a step back and think, REALLY HARD

What does your VTM character's blood taste like to other vampires/ mortals they have ghouled. Like the answer is ofcourse blood but if you could assign "normal" flavor notes to it.

what would it be??

[nanamisgirly]

playing chess with your nerd! ྀི

nerd!gojo was always more than enthusiastic to do all the things you told him to. always so obedient and listening.

and like the good girlfriend that you are, it was only fair to return the favor, right?

but at what cost?

because now you're staring down a chessboard like it just called you stupid.

it's been—you don't even know how long—that nerd!gojo has been explaining the coordinates and their "strategic value" or whatever, his voice way too cheerful for the chaos he's dragging you into. he keeps saying things like "babe, it's easy once you visualize the attack paths," as if that helps...

the pieces themselves aren't hard to move. what's hard is the stupid strategies and the goddamn timer, this tiny ticking menace that glows red with every second stolen from your soul.

"okat so your bishop's pinned, which means—"

"I can't move it or I lose my queen, yes, I GOT IT, bobby Fischer." you say with more angriness than intended.

nerd!gojo gasps, hand clutching his chest. "you wound me. I'm just trying to share my passions with the love of my life. you used to find me charming."

you glare. "you used to be quiet."

he beams. "awww, you're mad," and he lifts himself to pinch your cheeks together, like you're some kind of grumpy kitten—only fueling your mood. "that's so cute." he coos, obnoxiously.

you furrow your brows. cute? oh, he's gonna see what cute looks like.

you abruptly stand on your feet walking over where he's seat so prettily, all sprawled out on the living room carpet, white shirt loose, a collarbone peeking and long white hair falling to his sparkling blue eyes.

you drop your weight fully onto his parted thighs. he instantly squeaks, a dump little startled noise that makes your grin sharpen.

"w-wait—" his throat bobs.

"so, you were saying about those strategies?" your voice's syrupy-sweet and poisonous as you tilt your head toward him. All his confidence melts into a beautiful crimson color on his cheeks and ears. his eyes blow wide as you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

your lips ghost his jaw as your prepare your next attack. "looks who's cute now? turning red and all, mh."

you grab his wrist and guide his hand underneath your shirt—his fingers twitch as he feels your laced bra. "wanted to play the big boy here," you tsk, nose tracing his neck. "tell me, what's the best position for.." you can't help the smirk tugging at your lips when you feel his dick growing hard beneath you. "..total domination?"

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[alastor-simp]

Never Been Kissed💋 - Alastor x Female Reader

❥Summary: It gets revealed to everyone that you have never been kissed before ever, in your previous life and afterlife, and a certain deer demon takes interest in that

❥Tags: Alastor x Female Reader, Alastor x Reader, Never Been Kissed, First Kiss, Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction, Angel Is Your Bestie, Hint of Spice, Kissing, Al Becomes A Kissing Maniac

❥Notes: I love First Kiss stories so I wanted to do one with Alastor. Enjoy:) (Fanart credit to unakura on Twitter)

"That guy is smoking hot!! Denise is def gonna choose him." Angel said, as he was leaning against the pillow, face a bit flushed from the guys hotness. "Nah, he's too much of a tool. Besides Ray is a much better choice and he's much hotter." You argued back against Angel's comment. The both of you were watching a hell's version of a dating show, set in the Lust Ring of Hell. It was similar to the shows on Earth, just with demons and more sluttier plot. Everyone else was doing their own thing, Charlie and Vaggie were deciding what the next redemption lesson was, Sir Pentious and Niffty were baking in the kitchen, Husk was cleaning the bar glasses, and Alastor was sitting across from the both of you, reading his daily newspaper, chair facing a bit away from the TV due to his dislike of it.

The show continued on, the two pairs becoming a couple, which eventually lead to a hot make out session. Flustered, you turned your head away, raising your hand above your eyes to cover the scene in front of you. Angel took quick notice of your reaction, bolting out in laughter. "HAHA what's the matter with ya? Can't handle a little kissy kiss scene?" You shook your head no at his question, causing him to laugh more. "Seriously toots, you act like you never kissed before." Angel continued to laugh, his feet kicking up in the air. Lowering your hand, your face flushed red, super embarrassed. "I haven't." Unbeknownst to you, Alastors ears flicked a bit at what you said, eyes leaving the paper to gaze at you. Angel couldn't fully make out what you said because of his laughter, but he soon stopped, wiping the tears from his eyes. "What you say toots? I didn't catch that." Angel asked, inching closer towards you. Fingers twirling your hair, you slowly responded back to Angel, "I have never been kissed."

"WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?" Angels loud response, alerted the residents around him, half of them running into the lobby to see what was going on. Angel hands had grabbed your shoulders, shaking you like a maniac. "YOU'RE TELLING ME IN THE TIME YOU HAVE BEEN ALIVE AND IN HELL, NO HANDSOME SCHMUCK HAS EVER KISSED YOU BEFORE?!" Angel had fully stopped shaking you, which you were thankful for since you started to feel a bit sick. "No." The others had walked closer to where you were on the couch, except Al as he was still sitting on the chair, but his newspaper was closed, watching the scene in front of him with curious eyes. "OH MY SATAN!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! Angel's body began to lean against the couch, hands covering his eyes in disbelief.

Vaggie had slowly made her away over, a bit annoyed at Angel's reaction. "Hey, there's no need to get so work about a stupid kiss. Plenty of people have never been kissed before." Angel removed his hands from his face, glaring a bit at Vaggie. "That's not why I'm shocked. I'm shocked that someone hasn't taken one look at my best friend and thought "I wanna smooch them." Feels like a crime." Niffty, being her quick self, had run up on the couch, hands placed on your cheeks, crazed eye starring at you. "How come you never gotten kissed before? Saving yourself for the ultimate bad boy? It felt like a million eyes were watching you right now, making you extremely shy - your body wanting to escape from this awkward situation. "Look I- I don't um...."

Sensing your discomfort, Charlie had walked over, grabbing Niffty softly, setting her down on the floor. "Okayyyyyy lets change the subject alright. I have a brand new idea for all of us to try, now if you will all follow me." You were grateful to Charlie that she was trying to stir the whole topic to something else. Angel appeared apologetic, patting your head, mouthing an apology, before he got up, walking over to join Charlie and the others. You, however, weren't in the mood to join them, deciding it be better to just go to your room. As you got up and walked away, you didn't notice the crimson glowing eyes watching you, as you began to head up to your room.

***Your Bedroom***

Heaving a sigh, you carried yourself over to the bed, flopping on to it, face hitting the soft pillow. Grabbing the covers, you pulled them over yourself, wanting to hide from the world. The whole lobby situation was still playing in your mind, making you groan. Hand reaching for your other pillow, you placed it against you, hugging it tightly. You decided it be better to just sleep off what just happened, placing your face further into the pillow you were hugging, closing your eyes. A soft tapping sensation was hitting your head, but you chose to ignore it. The sensation continued, which caused you to open your eyes. Moving the cover, your eyes peaked out to see Alastor, sitting on your bed, smiling down at you. "Ahh, she finally reveals herself! Hello, my dear!" He said with astounding enthusiasm, making you groan more. "Leave me alone Alastor please." The cover returned to your head, blocking your face from Alastor again. "Now now, don't hide yourself away from me. I merely wanted to spark up a conversation with you." His clawed hand gripped at your cover, pulling it away from you, revealing yourself to him again.

Debating whether to grab the sheet again, you chose not to, unless you wanted to anger him. Slowly getting up, you looked at Al, wearing an annoyed expression. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Widening his smile, Alastor leaned on his side on the bed, hand placed against his cheek, "From what the effeminate spider yelled out in the lobby, you have never been kissed before, correct?" Your eyes widen at him. Seriously? He was bringing this up again?! Heaving a sigh, you nodded your head, cheeks becoming aflamed. The embarrassment radiating off of you, brought massive satisfaction to him, his smile stretching to the point it could break his face. "I don't indulge in topics of conversation like this, but this one had peaked my curiosity. So enlighten me, my dear, why haven't you kissed anyone?"

"He's messing with me", was your first thought when he asked you this, but reading his expression more closely, you realized he was being serious with his question. Turning away, hands fiddling together, you tried to answer him, "I don't have a clear answer for that. I guess what Niffty said is kinda true. Waiting for the right person...I guess." Silence filled the air after you gave your answer, only thing you could hear was the soft sounds of static from Al. "You were expecting the classic fairytale, finding your one true love kiss, I presume? His tone mocked you, making you a bit angry that he was finding amusement in this. "Yeah that's exactly it, now that I have answered your question, can you please leave me alone?" Grabbing the cover that Alastor had pulled away from you, covering your body and face, you fell on your side to the bed, facing away from him.

Static chuckling came from next to you, as you stayed under the covers, refusing to come out. "If it's something you desire, I will be willing to grant it." He spoke so calmly like he didn't just say the most shocking thing ever. Popping your head out of the cover, you craned your neck towards him, giving him an "Are you serious" look. "Yeah right. You're just joking with me." Laughing at what he said, you turned away, resuming to stay inside your blanket. A rush of wind could be heard next to you, and before you knew it, Alastor was inside the cover with you, body hovering above you, hands placed on the sides of the bed "Who's joking?" He spoke, no hint of static in his voice, as his crimson eyes gazed down at you, lips in a smirk. Jumping at his position being on top of you, your mouth became unable to form words. Was he serious? He wanted to kiss you? "Is it okay if I ask why?" You spoke softly at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Alastor appeared a bit put off by your question, for he himself, was a bit befuddled as to why he wanted to kiss you. His eyes gazed up, thinking hard about it. "I've roamed hell for many years, having no interest in acts of affection or romance. Many suitors often came my way, but I broke their hearts, or ate them HAHAHAHA!" His eyes flashed into dials for a second as his head went back from his uproar of laughter. Eyes continued to stare at him as he slowly calmed down from his laughing fit, face taking on a more serious tone, despite the smile still remaining on his face, “However! There were times I wondered what it would be like to take part in acts like this." The radio filter left his voice, as gloved fingers gripped your chin, thumb tracing your bottom lip, softly.

Your face was probably was red as his hair right now, as your brain was still trying to process what he was saying. Your eyes continued to stare up at Al, who continued to smile, eyes filled with softness, for once. "Is...are you comfortable doing this?" You quietly asked, palms feeling sweaty from how nervous you were. His head tilted with a crack, once again, confused by your question. "I'm worried that doing this is overstepping your boundaries. What if I am a bad kisser or have bad breath, what if I-" A boisterous laugh erupted from Al, shaking the bed, as the both of you were still covered in the tent-like blanket. "My sweet darling, there is no need to worry about trivial things like that. As for my boundaries, I am the one that is initiating this, so once again, no need to worry."

His wide smile had dropped into a gentle one, fingers still caressing your lip, before moving to your cheek. You bit your lips a bit, before opening them slowly, "Okay." Ears twitched at your answer, crimson eyes filled with a hint of desire plus hesitance, as he bent down a bit, face coming closer to yours. The beating of your heart was so loud, you could hear it in your ears, and you were certain Al could hear it too. The scent of his cologne was making you dizzy- mixed with hints of blood and graveyard dirt. Reflections were seen in both of your eyes, him seeing himself and you seeing yourself. His lips continued to move closer, inch by inch, until they were placed onto yours, soft almost like a butterfly had landed on it.

The glow from his eyes had vanished, closing them as he pushed a bit further into the kiss, making you gasp a bit. A few minutes has passed, as Alastor slowly pulled away, glowing eyes returning to admire you. You felt breathless, despite how tender the kiss was, it had you weak. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked, his lips distracting you, making you forget his question. “Huh? Um..yes…it…was…nice. How about you?” You ask as if out of breath, heart fluttering still. “Surprisingly pleasing.” He said matter-of-factly, but judging from his appearance, he looked more disheveled than you.

No one uttered a word after that, the both of you continuing to stare at each other. “May I do it again?” He whispered, causing goosebumps to form all over you. You nodded, answering his question. His lips returned again, this time with more passion. The gasp you let out allowed his tongue to enter, intensifying the kiss. The weight of his body was on you now, his chest against yours, feeling his racing heart. His teeth bit your lip slightly, drawing some blood, making him hum at the taste as his tongue continued to intertwine with yours. Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him closer. The both of you broke the kiss, string of saliva appearing from both of your mouths. Heavy breaths could be heard, as glazed eyes stared down at you, ashen cheeks flushed. "Again." was said from him, lips returning back to you again, and again and again.

-END-

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[artplague]

For Science, Obviously (rated Explicit) by luddleston

“What exactly do you want out of me, here?” Ashton asked. “Just tip your head like this.” Essek’s chilly fingers guided his chin to point away. Thank fuck they were facing out of the dome. Ashton couldn’t stand all the stupid knowing looks the rest of the Hells were probably giving him. ‘Specially Fearne.

it's a totally normal reaction, all the Titan/earth genasi with Luxon beacons in their heads get a little...flustered around Essek. he's aware. its fine.

😏

[chamiryokuroi]

Spicy question....do you think Tim and Bernard have done it yet? In comic run

Idk, unless their relationship is still fresh

They have been dating canonically for a year, then again there’s no timeline for that 🤷‍♀️ but I just need to point out that during TD:R #7 after their failed date they got back to Tim’s boat and it seems like Bernard was going to stay the night so… make your own assumptions

[skywalkr-nberrie]

I saw a post about how Iain Mccaig’s AOTC concept art Padmé had the seduction and elegance of a falcon while canon (GL’s) Padmé had the elegance of a dove. And honestly, yeah I agree. Padmé’s AOTC concept art isn’t the true reflection of whom Padmé’s character is, and it’s not a bad thing! Concept art Padmé is gorgeous (I’m obsessed) but the danger, power, seduction, sharper eyes instead of doe ones, and this sith like presence in her aura, eyes, and style just isn’t Padmé. Canonically, Padmé is all sweetness wrapped up in seductive and alluring beauty, she’s not someone who knows she’s capable of making 10 men drop dead at her feet with just a wink, she’s always sincere and passionate and ready to give her whole heart to the chase no matter what it is. She’s selfless and bubbly, vibrant and colourful, while also being a courageous leader and maintaining a serious reputation for herself.

And honestly, I’m not even saying this more seductive-sneaky and dangerous Padmé whom we see in the concepts aren’t anything like Padmé either, I’m just saying that’s not whom she is at nature, and essentially the way she was crafted in the final version of the story is what makes sense and aligns with her character. In my opinion, I think behind closed doors (with Anakin specifically lol.) this more dangerous side to Padmé comes out, and she goes from being elegant like a dove to elegant like a falcon 🔥 and we see proof of that in the scene with Anakin by the fireplace in AOTC, with her seductive style and sharp bedroom eyes. This side of Padmé is the one that knows she can absolutely own her man, and make him do whatever she wants, and I expect that works out well for her a lot, lmao.

[rascalentertainments]

The Wedding of Boost the Badger 🦡💒👮🏿‍♀

I spent too much time on a ship from an alternate dimension of a superhero world I made, but I love it still.

All characters are inspired by Sonic the Hedgehog and various video games, but they are completely original!

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Boost the Badger had been through nearly every kind of danger you could imagine:

Nearly fed to ravenous piranhas while being suspended from the ceiling. Escaping the primal eyes of a world class hunter bent on claiming his head as the ultimate prize. Saving a city from a robotic invasion from Professor Benedict. Even going up against a mecha version of himself created by the mad doctor.

However, none of that even comes close to his greatest challenge yet: His own wedding.

To say Boost had cold feet was understatement. He was the fastest badger in his dimension, but when it came time for the ceremony, his paws were shaking.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Instead of his usual blazing red racing jacket, he on a sharp black tuxedo top, with a black tie and silver cufflinks. Boost looked a bit strange even to himself. His friend Boxer the Bear had mentioned it was rare for the badger to dress up.

"Come on, you can do this." He told his reflection.

But this was something he had to do. He loved Janet for years and proposing to her wasn't exactly done in a normal way. They had a bit of rocky, and pretty hilarious first meeting.

Janet was going the wrong way as she was sent on a mission to infiltrate his arch nemesis' base. Boost had happened to be on the same highway as her and just wanted to tease the lost driver. Boost in his usual cocky way, let her know the right way to go. From then on he joined her on the mission in case she needed back up, despite Janet's protests.

Neither of them knew that would be one of many meetings they would have on adventures would bring them closer. Eventually, they wanted to meet up outside of missions and became good friends. As time passed, it developed into something much more.

The badger had dated in the past, it came with being a popular hero in his home city, Blue Sky Zone. They were quick, just like himself. Always moving onto the next thing. However, something about Janet made him want to see her more than once. Perhaps it was her firey personality, or the way she handled her weapon when up against an enemy and refused to back down. Or maybe he liked the way her long, black, curly hair blew in wind during an explosion in background like an action film.

Everyday he wanted to see her, so he always found a way to visit her, or drop in the Protection Force's zone for a team up.

Janet taught him to slow down and appreciate the things around him in the present. And he's been seeing the world in a whole new way ever since. There was so much of the world he was missing, and he didn't want to miss anymore of it. Or see it alone.

After three years of dating, Boost eventually proposed to Janet using one of his famous silver dollars he used for extra power. And he asked her to go to the next level with him. That brings us to today.

Boost smacked himself slightly on the muzzle. It was ridiculous for him to be acting like this. He was Boost the Badger for pete's sake!

His friend Boxer had burst through the door, seemingly reading his mind. "Come on, bro. Janet's gonna be out there soon. You should be the last creature on Earth to get cold feet!" his deep voice boomed through the room. 

Boost laughed at the bear. "Yeah, you got me there. I guess I've been nervous about all this. Boy, I'd never thought I'd say that about anything..."

Boxer scoffed as he took a handful of nearby peanuts from a bowl.  "You can fight an army of mechanimals in a single afternoon, but this makes you nervous? If Benedict knew this was your weakness, he would've beaten you years ago!" He crushed the peanuts in his large claws, freeing them from their shells. Boxer then shoved them in his mouth, crunching loudly. "You better not keep her waiting, she's the only woman I've seen deal with your antics this long."

"Let's just hope that he doesn't try anything right now. The last thing we need is a wedding crasher with mecha animals." Booster laughed half-heartedly. "Well, gotta run!"

And with that, he zipped out of the room, leaving a gust of wind blowing in the room. Boxer grabbed his cap before it flew out the window. He couldn't help but chuckle at his friend. He was always one to run head first into something, but he never thought it would lead him to marriage of all things. It seems like he had the same outlook on this just like any other adventure. "Heh. Still the same Boost.... Janet better know what she's getting into with this guy."

In her own dressing room, Agent Janet Diamond was having her own nervousness about this day. Not the extent of Boost, but she certainly had jitters. She was excited to finally tie the knot, she just never dreamt it would be him. Out of all the people and all the lands in their video game melting pot world, she fell for the fastest badger alive. It surprised everyone: her team mates, family, and even herself. Considering he came off pretty annoying in the beginning.

Janet could vividly remember their first meeting. She was sent a mission to find out what dangerous chemicals were being used during Professor Benedict's new line of super charged mecha animals. This was largely outside the Protection Force's zone, but the invasion could've spread to their land quickly.

Driving there, Boost appeared almost out of nowhere on the hood of her car. While she was driving it.

He annoyed her at first by teasing her going the wrong way, but he ended up helping her get on the right track. Janet didn't want a partner on this mission, but the badger had no plans on leaving her to her work.

The two of them had worked surprisingly well together, as his quick thinking and speed complimented her battle ready additude and and long distance combat training. Together they had cleared Benidict's tower reached his main lab, but one of his henchmen triggered a trap door into a pool of laval for Janet when the two got separated. As she fell, believing she was going to meet a fiery grave she cursed herself for letting her guard down again.

She believed she could handle it all on her own. After all, her last partner (and boyfriend) left her to defender herself from a chimera laboratory collapsing in on itself. Even though he was fully capable of going back and saving her, he chose to save himself. Janet never trusted another person to be by her side. That is, until Boost had appeared like lightning, jumping into the trap after her and saved Janet's life before it was too late.

When asked why he came back, the badger replied with a grin on his fuzzy muzzle: "Leaving you behind just isn't my style." Right then and there, she fell in love with Boost the Badger.

Janet had admired his sense of justice, even with his slightly cocky attitude. He genuinely cared about the people in his city and protecting them from the robot obsessed villain. She could talk to Booster about anything, as she chatted with him for hours as they shared cheeseburgers. Exchanging stories with each other about their wild adventures prior to meeting each other. Despite him being significantly shorter than her (not that she minded), his charm and wit more than made up for his height. He could also look pretty dashing when he was running at top speed or in battle.

She wanted to see him, no matter the excuse. Even to a point where they called each other nearly everyday, even when they couldn't see each other. Despite her fellow teammates having concerns about their relationship, (which she denied she was even in for a long time) she just ignored them. Even her best friend had asked, "Out of all the people in the world, why did you have to fall for him?"

All Janet could say in response was, "I guess I wanted something new." 

After they started dating, Janet grew comfortable with Boost zipping in unexpectedly. In fact, she loved when he dropped in and surprised her. It usually meant he had something exciting for the two of them, whether it was a secret adventure or taking her to a beautiful sight he had seen on his travels and wanted to show her.

She never told him, but she really look forward to the holiday season with Boost. As he grew a fluffier fur coat during the winter, it gave her an excuse to snuggle with him many times for warmth. (Not to mention he looked more rugged when said fur had grown on him)

Janet's thoughts were interrupted by her best friend, Princess Rose. "Janet, darling. Are you listening?" she asked in her light tone.

Janet shook her head to get her focus back. "Oh, sorry, Rose. My mind was somewhere else. What did you say?"

The princess was holding two rose bouquets, one red and one white. "Which color of roses would you like? They both look fabulous to me, but it is your wedding! Or did you want something else? Daisies? Violets? Or are you looking for something less common?" She was brimming with excitement over the whole event. Rose even volunteered to be the wedding planner and organize nearly everything from the venue, to the music and even wedding cake flavors. She even paid for everything with her family's fortune!

Janet was greatful for everything she had done, but there were times where she could be a bit...much. 😅

"The red ones are perfectly fine, Rose." She looked back the mirror at herself. "I guess I just feel a bit weird in this whole outfit. Heck, this whole wedding feels surreal."

Janet rarely wore different outfits. If it wasn't for an undercover mission, or when she went somewhere special with Boost, it was usually the same old uniform she has during missions. Being in a dress-a wedding dress-felt strange to her.

Princess Rose gasped. "Please don't tell me you're having second thoughts about this. I've spent five months preparing everything and it would be devastating if you chose to leave!" She said in a dramatic flare

Janet couldn't tell if she was over-reacting or being serious, it was hard to tell most of the time with her.

"No, no! Of course not! I still want to marry Boost. I just can't help but wonder what will happen to us after the wedding." Janet walked over to the window and looked outside. The 8-bit birds were flying high and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a bit odd to feel this much safety since most of her life has been one action filled mission after the other.

"I mean, are we going to feel the same as we are now? Will we be around each other too long and start to get on each others' nerves? What if I can't protect him like he does with me?" Before meeting Boost, she wasn't much of a talker. Now she felt comfortable after countless hours talking to the speedy creature.

Rose laughed. "Oh darling! There's nothing to worry about! You can be quite determined when you want to be. While I still don't understand what you see in that badger, he makes you happy, and that's what matters. You should trust that you two will be even happier than when you first met!" She twirled around making her violet dress glide slightly up. 

Janet shook her head. How did she get such crazy yet loveable friends like her? "Well, I appreciate that at least you've come around to the idea of us."

Rose put a finger to her chin as she joined Janet by the window, looking down at the gathered crowd. More specifically Boost. "Though I must admit that he his quite handsome. Those eyes of his shine like onyx gems. And that coat of fur is- " 

"All right, all right. I get your point, Rose. Thank you." Janet replied with an annoyed tone. Those compliments sounded a bit too nice for her taste.

But she quickly waved it off. Janet could be stubborn sometimes, and had doubts at times about how a plan should go. But one thing was certain: She loved Boost with all her heart. Even if she couldn't say it out loud sometimes.

"Come on, I've got a wedding to get to." Janet smiled at her friend. As she headed for the door.

Suddenly, there was a large creaking sound that tore through the room, along with the floor shaking and rumbling.

The roof tore open and an army of robots dropped in and surrounded the two women, barring their mechanical claws and fangs at them.

Meanwhile outside, Boost was waiting with the rest of large cast of friends and family. Both the Bride and Groom's families were very concerned about their blooming relationship a few years back. While some still objected to it, the rest of both sides gave in protesting. However, Boost's family was a lot more open to Janet as time went on.

The speedster badger was beginning to tap his foot so quickly, his shoe looked like a blur. It was obvious that he was getting more nervous.

His younger friend Glide the Squirrel stepped on his foot to get him to stop. "Can't you stay still for more than a few seconds? I thought you were cooler than that!"

Boost grabbed his foot and made sure nothing was broken. "Yeah, yeah. I got the lecture from Box already. Look, even heroes get nervous you know. I just hope she hasn't changed her mind..."

Glide looked around and noticed that Janet and Princess Rose we're the only ones missing from the wedding. He was pretty good seeing from long distances both on land and air, but he didn't the two women anywhere. "Now that you mention it. She's taking longer than I thought. I wonder what's the hold up?"

Suddenly a dark shadow was cast over the wedding, followed by loud rumbling. Everyone looked up and saw a giant metal ship floating slowly descending from the clouds that seemingly only appeared when the ship arrived. It oddly looked like a breakfast sandwich, but despite its funny design, there was terror waiting inside.

"Aw, crap. Don't tell me he's here. Not now!" Boost growled. He knew all to well who this ship belonged too.

At the bottom of the breakfast themed ship, a much smaller egg shaped hovercraft descended from it. As it slowly got closer into view, the shell cracked open and a large rotund man with a bushy mustache burst from the shell. He had a wicked grin as he finished his dramatic entrance with a bow.

"Professor Benedict..." Boost snarled as he grit his teeth.

"HAHAHAHA! Congratulations on your wedding, my badger friend!" Professor Benedict announced with his southern accent. "But I must say I'm deeply hurt y'all didn't invite me!" he pulled out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe a tear away.

"Why would I ever invite you to my wedding?" Booster shouted at the man, clenching his fists and took a fighting stance.

"Cause I bring the most explosive gifts to every event!" The professor snapped his fingers and multiple colored packages with the words "Just Married" written on them fell from his ship.

Gilde recognized what those gifts really were. "Everyone, take cover!" He yelled as he flew a nearby kid away from the dropsite.

Everyone scattered away and screamed as the gift went off. Each one made an explosion of destructive confetti as it blew parts if the ground to smithereens.

Boost zig-zagged across the field as he grabbed as many guests as possible and saved them. He was stopped in his tracks by a mecha rooster that had his metallic red eyes set on destroying the badger.

"Oh! And I hope you don't mind that I brought some guests with me. They really wanted to join the fun, so you better have enough food for everyone!" Benedict teased. He looked around and saw that all the guests were indeed heroes and allies from the other zones. 

"And knowing this happy event will be your last, I wanted to meet the lucky lady who stole your heart!" He pushed a button and two mecha gorilla jumped down from the nearby castle and slammed to the ground. Each of them held Janet and Princess Rose tightly in their arms. Both of them were struggling to break free.

"JANET!" Boost shouted at as he was his fiance in danger. He dashed above the mecha rooster's head and attempted to reach her, but the robo bird grabbed his leg and threw him against a tree instead.

Benedict laughed once more. "HOHOHO! I sense someone's being protective! Who would've thought you of all people would settle down for married life? You've been getting soft after all!"

Boost struggled to get up, but the mecha rooster grabbed him by his neck and raised him up in the air to keep him from running and having a fighting chance.

Janet saw the scene and reached for a hidden holster on her leg underneath her wedding dress, pulling out her plasma gun. She shot the metal menace in the back. It was a direct hit! The rooster fell, and Boost got his feet to the ground. He immediately dashed across the ground and kicked both of the mecha gorillas in the head, freeing the women from their clutches.

"That was ten times worse than being kidnapped by King Serpent..." Princess Rose gasped as she looked at her bridesmaid outfit which was now covered in oil and dust from the mechanical beasts. "Those animals ruined my dress AND everything I set up?!"

She looked directly at the speedster and shouted. "YOU BETTER KICK HIS BUTT FOR ME, MR. BOOST!"

Boost had no idea of how big Rose's temper got when she was angry, but he agreed. "Can do, Princess! This'll be way past easy!"

He then called over to his bear friend. "Yo, Box! Take the princess to a safe place, I don't think that electrician that usually saves her is coming today."

Box stepped in and kicked up the princess in her arms. "No problem. Then it'll be time to kick some metal butt!"

Rose blushed at the sight of his strength. "Oh my, such brute force!" It was taking quite a bit of her own strength to remember that electrician friend of hers.

After the civilians were further away, Boost, Janet and their friends worked together to beat the mecha army. Meanwhile the professor was eating popcorn and watching the while fight unfold. He was confident his victory was close.

Fur, nuts and bolts flew as everyone fought their hardest. Not to mention the explosions coming from the weapons the mecha animals fired at them.

"Even on our wedding day we have to fight somebody off? I know this might be a bit selfish to say, but I'm glad something else exciting happened today!" Janet shot her plasma gun at several mecha pandas, knocking them over like bowling pins.

"To be fair, I didn't even plan on this. Leave it to this wack job to mess things up as usual!" Boost said as punted a spare kid's ball into the head of a mecha pig.

"Hey, I heard that!" The professor warned them.

"You're not even nervous about any of this at all! Its like just a regular Tuesday to you isn't? Makes you have second thoughts?" Janet questioned as she shot more three more robots.

"Of course I'm nervous!" The badger replied as he kicked a mecha crocodile in the stomach then threw him into another mecha croc, causing them to explode on impact. "I know I seem like the most perfect guy you've ever seen. But I mess things up sometimes, and I just don't want to mess this up with you."

Janet smiled when she heard that, not even looking at the incoming mecha dog coming for her. "You mean that?" She grabbed the dog by the collar as it leaped at her, then threw it into the water fountain. "All this time I thought I was the one thinking too hard about this. I just want us to be together..."

(Talking about their feelings like this was normally reserved for when they were in private, but this was something different.)

Boost punched another robot so hard it actually shut down when it fell. The whole time he looked at his fiance with shining eyes. "Me too...I love you, Janet." 

"I love you, Boost..." she whispered back. 

They stood in the battlefield and held each others hands. It was as if there wasn't any deadly robots after them. It was only two people in love.

Professor Benedict spit out his popcorn. This wasn't part of the plan! "What? No! You're supposed to be arguing, not being lovey dovey! That's not how marriage works!" 

As the professor raved, Boxer took advantage of him being distracted and punched the craft down to the ground. He ended up landing on some the destroyed robots. As the smoke cleared, he saw his entire army was nothing but scrap. Boost and Janet looked ready to give him some payback.

Benedict gulped. "Maybe I could just send you my gift in the mail instead?" He sheepishly grinned.

Boost looked as his fiance. "Wanna do this together?" He asked as he offered his hand to his soon to be wife.

Janet returned his grin and grabbed his hand. "I wouldn't miss this chance for the world."

Together, to two of them brought in a massively powerful kick to Benedict's egg craft and sent him flying back into the sky.

"CURSE YOU, BADGER! AND YOUR NEW WIFE TOO!" He yelled as he took off. His voice echoed as he disappeared into the clouds.

The crowd cheered as they bid the professor good riddance. At least until came crawling back with a new scheme.

But for now, Boost and Janet just wanted to get married already. 😆

"Say, you mind if we go ahead tie the knot now? At least before another crazy villain interrupts today." Janet asked the preacher. She looked a bit tired from the battle, but she still held Boost's hand tightly.

"Hehe, you read my mind! Let's get this going!" The badger winked.

The preacher nodded and looked at his bible, then back at the couple. They pretty much declared their love during the whole fight. "Well, there doesn't seem to be a need for vow exchanges now!" He laughed. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, badger and wife! You may kiss the bride!" 

The badger laughed. "You don't have to tell me twice!"

Boost then surprised Janet by quickly scooping her up in his arms and they finally shared in their first kiss as a married couple.

While their friends and family cheered both for the couple and their victory, Professor Benedict was slowly flying away on his egg craft, which was sputtering from being beaten to smithereens. He was coughing up a bit of smoke from the explosions.

"I hate weddings..." He groaned as his mustache twitched in annoyance.

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Author's Notes:

This was requested by @munamarvel14, who loved the idea and storyline I shared about my OC, Boost the Badger. He's the star of a video game series in the SuperZeroes universe, but Boost really exists in another dimension where all his adventures and friends are real. As well as other video game heroes, and they all live in one world together. The wedding story waa something she requested I write to get an idea of Boost and Janet's relationship!

Somehow I ended up writing out this guy more than the main SuperZeroes cast, lol. I guess because I want to write an episode where Boost ends up in the SuperZeroes dimension and teams up with Richie. But I hope its still a fun thing to read.

Also, this relationship is not only inspired by Who Framed Roger Rabbit and Felix and Calhoun from Wreck it Ralph, but also the original idea of Sonic the Hedgehog having a human girlfriend named Madonna. She planned for his very first game, but was later scrapped and we instead got Amy Rose. It was such a crazy idea that I loved so much, I wanted to use it here. Janet Diamond is a shout-out to both the Madonna character and Janet Jackson back in 80's. (At least design wise, still haven't finished it yet)

I love couples that are odd when you first look at them, but once you see their relationship grow and unfold, the two characters really love and respect each other. Its the same case for Boost and Janet here. Yeah, it is weird that they're together and most people in their world think they'll never work, but these two proved them wrong. Boost and Janet absolutely love and adore each other, and they're a battle couple when it comes to going on missions together! (SonAmy inspired there) They find comfort in each other after hard day or their villains cause trouble. So now they get to start a family and have a new adventure together. Leveling up is so much better with someone you love.

Anyway, thanks for reading all this, it was WAY longer than I planned, but I enjoyed writing it! Let me know if you want more of this couple and dimension! Its also on Ao3 if you want to read it there too!

BTW, their ship name is "Speedway"! 😉

(Uh, I dunno who else to tag, so I'll tag the ones who are also doing original works 😆) @thesafireartist @snackara @jojo-ker06 @your-ne1ghbor @iagomorales @kenihewa

Also, @cielos-pintados! Since you wanted to read this story, I'm tagging ya too! (Don't worry, I will respond to your messages soon, just been busy!)

[teacakeezz]

Genuinely forgot to post this, but I made this right when the wedding event just had to end

Can you tell backgrounds scare me

[bee-nutauthor]

jealous jordan? your choice if you wanna spice it up :)

word count: less than 1k

Green wasn't a color Jordan ever thought they would wear and it was one they didn't wear well. How could they, when you seemed to smile at all the wrong people, wasting your time with them instead of spending time with Jordan?

Okay so maybe the two of you hadn't started off on the right foot. But Jordan had made up for it, by going out of their way to help you with projects for class, with bringing you a cup of hot coffee or tea when you had to stay up late, with making sure they kept the creeps away from you at parties. They always made time for you, and you up and dipped on them the moment some guy or girl decided they wanted a chance to slip into your pants.

When you came back in tears, or annoyed, at falling to another fuckboy or fuckgirls schemes, Jordan was there to listen to you, to make fun of them, all while holding back the strong urge to point out to you that they would never treat you that way. That they wanted more than to get into those incredibly tight jeans of yours. They wanted to get into your heart.

Your eyes seemed to go right over them. It was infuriating. Jordan wasn't sure how much longer they could stand this, how much longer they could pretend it wasn't eating up at them from the inside. Presently, the plastic cup in Jordan's hand crinkled as they watched you chatting up the boy in front of you that had decided to come say hello to you both. Jordan smiled tightly, nodding their head along to the conversation before they decided they could no longer stand watching you slide your arm up the boy's shoulder.

Jordan walked off, needing to refill their cup. They didn't expect the freshman boy- Dylan, was his name?- to tag after them. “Hey, I uh, actually wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” Jordan arched their brow.

“Yea,” Dylan breathed out. “Wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date with me.”

Jordan looked at Dylan's eager face, to over where you were, watching the two of them. Suddenly, a devious idea took place in Jordan's mind. If you had made Jordan jealous all this time, maybe Jordan could do the same to you. Just a little bit. Jordan leaned in. “Sure.” They whispered before kissing Dylan.

It was short and sweet, to the point. Jordan kept looking at you as they kissed Dylan. Your face morphed between shock, anger, and then hurt. When Jordan parted from Dylan who had been a sloppy kisser in the worst way, you stormed off.

Jordan followed after you. They couldn't let you walk home by yourself in the dark. “Wait,” they called out after you, only managing to catch your wrist and pull you to a stop once you'd left the house a few blocks behind.

“What? Aren't you busy with your new boy toy?” you hissed at Jordan and they let go of the hold on your wrist.

“Why are you upset? You were flirting with him before- is that why? You're mad he wanted me for once and not you?”

“That is not the issue. It was never the issue. I don't care about all those other people I slept with.”

“Sure seems like you do. You always complain to me about them week after week,” Jordan said sourly.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you told him plainly.

Their mouth gaped open in shock. “That's messed up. Why would you do that?”

“Because you never made a fucking move! I wanted you to finally come out and say that you liked me!”

“Why couldn't you just ask me?”

“I asked you multiple times!” you exclaimed, beyond frustrated with him. “And you brushed me and the topic off.”

“I was trying to be cool,” Jordan explained. “You'd always ask me after your latest fling and I wanted you to think I was fine with what you were doing because I didn't wanna be that person that made you feel bad about anything.”

“I wanted you to not be fine. I wanted you to say you liked me because I like you.”

Both of you were breathing hard at this point, keyed up, before Jordan chuckled. They continued to chuckle, making you burst out into laughter as well until the two of you are bending over, grasping your stomachs. “Why are we both so bad at this?” you asked.

“Maybe we should fix things?” they suggested, calming down from their laughter. They approached you, cupping your face in their hands. “That way I can stop being jealous of all the ways other people have kissed and touched you.”

Jordan leaned in and kissed you, letting their hands rake through your hair. You kissed them back hard, with a hint of teeth. Jordan hummed happily into the kiss, slating your heads to the side to nudge open your mouth with their tongue. You allowed them in, tongues twining together, the volume of your moans competing with the crickets chirping around you. Eventually you two pulled apart, catching your breaths. “Hm, I think I'll always be jealous over you,” Jordan said. “Because I don't ever want anyone else kissing lips like yours again.”

“Is that your way of saying the kiss was amazing?” you asked, smirking up at them.

“Maybe I need another kiss to decide,” Jordan teased and leaned back in to kiss you. It wasn't long before the two of you found your way back to your dorm room to continue there long until the morning sun rose over your naked bodies.