#i’ve never regretted moving back home more than i do right now

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MY LIFE IS NOT REAL WHAT IS GOING ON

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(more of poly 141 x roommate reader bc i got enabled: surprising them when they return home)

The aroma of roasted garlic and thyme filled the apartment, and along with it your voice as you fluttered about the kitchen while music played from your phone. You placed plates of perfectly golden roast chicken, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables on the dining table beside bowls of creamy mushroom soup and a fresh salad and freshly baked bread.

You would never regret that cooking course you picked up. Everything just looked so… perfect. And that was without mentioning the apple pie and chocolate cake you’d also made, set aside on cute little cake pedestals you’d recently bought.

You smoothed the fabric of your skirt, picking up your phone to check on the time; they’d arrive home any moment now and you couldn’t wait to see their reactions. You’d been planning this dinner since yesterday, when Kate Laswell had called to let you know your roommates would be home today after months of being away on a mission so you could prepare this surprise for them.

You’d promised to send her and her lovely wife a big, big portion just for helping you like that. You always get worried when they take this long, but Kate tried her best to keep you up to date about them whenever they had to be no-contact with you.

The sound of the front door unlocking made your pulse quicken, and you hurried to the entryway, a bright smile on your face. You’d made sure even the candles you and Gaz like to collect were lit up, bathing the apartment in a soft golden light.

“Surprise!” you called, spreading your arms as they stepped inside, grin wide and proud.

For a moment, they stood frozen, tired eyes sweeping over the sight of you and the glowing apartment and the lovely smell of a big, warm dinner. Price was the first to move, dropping his bag and crossing the room in several long strides. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a firm embrace, and you melted against him right away, breathing in the familiar scent of him- smoke, leather, and something uniquely John.

“Hi!” You chirped again, patting his back.

“You’ve outdone yourself, love.” he murmured instead of a proper greeting, voice thick with gratitude.

Soap was next, scooping you into a hug so enthusiastic it lifted you off your feet right after John let you go. “Missed ya, lass,” he said, his grin bright despite the weariness in his eyes. “Look at ya, a sight fo’ sore eyes!”

“Put me down, MacTavish!”

Gaz kissed your cheek the second Johnny obeyed, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do all this, darling.” he said softly, though the way he looked at you made it clear he appreciated every bit of it.

Ghost, towering behind them, stood silently for a moment. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the nervous smile tugging at your lips. Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled you into his chest, one large hand cradling the back of your head.

“Perfect girl, thank you.” he muttered, so low you barely heard it. But you did feel it rumble through his body.

You laughed, stepping back and gesturing toward the table. You had to know what they thought of it. “Go wash up. Dinner’s ready.”.

Johnny piled his plate high, moaning exaggeratedly at every bite and making you laugh until your sides hurt. Gaz teased him about his lack of table manners while sneaking extra bread rolls for himself. Price, ever the gentleman, made sure your plate was full before his own, and Simon quietly made his way through two full helpings even, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest smile when you nudged him to try the mushroom sauce.

Oh yes, you cooked. In more ways than one. You were so very proud of yourself, felt like you’d blow up like a balloon if they complimented you any more.

“This is the best meal I’ve had in months,” Johnny declared at last, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh and patting his stomach. He turned to you, gently caressing his knuckles across your full cheeks. “Thank ya, lass. Truly an angel.”

“You’ve ruined me for army food forever,” Kyle added, humming as he bit into another spoonful, smiling at your giggles. “Whatever next mission we’ll have is so going to suck, by the way. I mean it.”

Price reached over, covering your hand with his. “You didn’t have to do all this, love, but I’m damn glad you did,” he said, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. His mustache twitched, and he smiled at you. “Kyle’s right, though.”

Simon didn’t speak much, but the way his gaze lingered on you, warm and heavy, spoke volumes. You’d already learned how to decipher his little looks, anyways.

As the evening wound down and they cleaned the kicthen, then went to rest in the living room, you brought out the second surprises: the chocolate cake and apple pie, earning a round of groans and cheers. They insisted on helping with the second round of dishes, but you waved them off, laughing.

“Go relax,” you said, shooing them toward the living room. “This is my treat for you. You were supposed to be relaxing today!”

Though you didn’t notice the way they watched you as you moved about the kitchen.

When you finally joined them, changing into something more comfortable, you curl up on the couch tucked against Simon’s warm side and his arm drape around your shoulders almost instinctively. Soap stretched out across the floor, his head resting on a pillow near your feet, while Kyle sat on the other side of you, casually brushing his hand against yours.

It didn’t take much before you were dozing off, their quiet congestion washing over you as a soothing ambiance. You relaxed even further when you were shifted to lay fully against Simon while Kyle put your feet on his lap and began massaging your calves.

John stood by the balcony, his cigar glowing faintly in the dim light. He looked at you, surrounded by them, and something in his chest loosened.

You were too good for them, truly. Such a lovely, perfect sweetheart. But he also just- couldn’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else. Never.

So he wouldn’t entertain that thought. You were perfect as you were now; just a bit more time, and they’d tell you right out how much they want you in every possible way.

Though he didn’t imagine it’d be that hard, anyways. You already acted like their perfect little wife.

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Like a damn bird of paradise Part 40

masterpost (pls no editing or concrit, I'm full of steroids)

“Well, you’re not my drafting paper,” Danny said with a little smile as he learned against the door frame of his apartment. The collar of his well worn sweater slipped down his shoulder, making him look wonderfully relaxed.

Bruce cleared his throat and help up the takeout bag. “Just a lunch offer, I’m afraid.”

“Lucky for you I’m starving, both for food and company,” Danny said. He stepped back and let Bruce enter. “I didn’t realize how much I would miss being in my office. There are dozens of little interactions I have every day that I don’t get while I’m locked away here like Rapunzel in her tower.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think you have the hair for Rapunzel,” Bruce pointed out as he made his way to the table to set down the food.

Danny laughed and ran a hand through his hair, messing up the locks. “No? Not here to be my prince in well tailored armor then?”

Bruce stepped forward to straight them back out. His hand drifted down to Danny’s cheek and he ran his thumb across the faint scattering of freckles. “If it’s a rescue you want, you only have to say the word. Or even just a vacation. My kids are always trying to get me to take one. I could ensure complete discretion somewhere private.”

“I just got home a few days ago,” Danny pointed out.

“That’s not a no,” Bruce replied.

“It’s not a no,” Danny said with a small, amused smile. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Bruce’s lips and then too quickly pulled away. “What did you bring for lunch?”

“There’s an good Algerian place near enough to work, I stopped there on the way,” Bruce said as he made himself break apart and move over to the bag of food. “I got a selection of things.”

“Oh, I’ve never had Algerian before, I don’t think, that sounds great,” Danny said. He went to his kitchen, which was small but felt bigger due to the open layout. “What would you like to drink? I’ve got ice tea, ginger ale, and milk. I’ve also teas and coffee I could make up quick enough.”

“Ice tea is fine if it’s not too sweet, otherwise a ginger ale,” Bruce answered as he methodically set out the take out containers.

“I’m not southern enough for sweet tea,” Danny said with a soft chuckle.

“Where are you from originally?” Bruce asked. He had gamely resisted looking Danny up. He was trying to do this the right way. Besides, anything concerning Lucius would have found before even starting to consider introducing Danny to the Bats as an engineer.

“Ohio. I was in Chicago for undergrad, SoCal for grad, and MIT for my doctorate, and Austin for my first job, so I’ve made the rounds,” Danny said. He set two glasses of tea down on the table, followed by two plates, some napkins, and silverware.

“And now Gotham, of all places,” Bruce said as he pulled out a chair for Danny.

Danny gave another soft laugh, but took the offered chair and let Bruce push it in for him. “Not of all places, WE was always my end game. Well, my end game as soon as I got myself back on track. High school was rough with the accident and it took me awhile to get things back together. I had to start at a community college.”

“Hardly anything wrong with that,” Bruce assured Danny. “You’ve gotten far further with your education than I ever did.”

“Do you ever regret it?” Danny asked as he poked curiously at one of the dishes.

“Sometimes,” Bruce said honestly. “But I think being a doctor would have been horrible for my mental health. I’ve never been good at accepting that I can save everyone. I still can’t, but at least leading WE I can help a lot more people at once, even if that is hugely thanks to the efforts of everyone else.”

“The mastermind rather than the master,” Danny said with a little nod, as if he really got it. He chewed on a potato, humming happily at the flavor, before he said. “That’s actually why WE was my end game. You’ve set up a really good environment there with diversity and pay equality and living wages. Also, if I could get high enough, which I have, I knew I’d be able to work on independent projects. It gives me a chance to do some real good too.”

“Your water filters are going to save lives,” Bruce agreed. “I’m not sure if Lucius has spoken to you about it, but we’re looking to make sure that every household in Gotham that wants one can get one. Not only will they be vital if a Rogue gets something in the water supply again, but until the reform of the water system is finished it will help the lower income areas that still have old pipe systems.”

“Really?” Danny asked, scoop of couscous forgotten halfway to his plate.

“Really. I’ve already started laying the seeds with the board. If nothing else, I’ll have them with how much good PR it will bring in for us.”

“You are a fiend,” Danny said with a little shake of his head. “A very benevolent fiend, but a fiend.”

“I just know how to work a board,” Bruce said, perhaps just a little smugly. “I might as well use growing up rich to do some good.”

“I think you’re just good at working people, that’s your mastery,” Danny said.

Bruce laughed, he couldn’t help it. “My children would strongly refute that. The more I care for someone, the worse I am at it. Things with logic or helping others, that’s easy for me to rally behind. Making sure that a loved one understands that the what and the why I’m doing something is because I care for them? Miserable. I’ve always struggled with showing those deeper connections, maybe because it’s always been so easy to act in public.”

Danny reached over and squeezed Bruce’s hand. “For what it’s worth, the fact that you’ve learned that and are trying to fix it? That means so much. I’m sure it does to your family too.”

“I hope so. I nearly lost some of them when I was younger and stupider, and I could never stand to again. Losing Jason for a time… he ran off because we had a fight. I was trying to protect him, make sure he didn’t make mistakes he would regret forever… I didn’t explain myself at the time and if I had…” Bruce shook his head and put on a smile. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m making things dark. The important bit of this is that we will see your filters through out Gotham, I promise.”

Danny surprised Bruce by leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the cheek. “I don’t mind your shadows, Bruce. I’m well aware that we all have them.”

Bruce cleared his throat and squeezed Danny’s hand. His smile dropped into something smaller, but all the more real. “Thank you.”

Danny squeezed his hand back. “Now, tell me about these vacation options you’re concocting? As Lucius will tell you, it’s been too long since I’ve taken one that wasn’t for health or to see family.”

“Ah, a man after my own heart then,” Bruce said as he mentally ran through options for them. “To start with, sand or no sand?”

“With feathers? I’d be cleaning the sand out of my wings for hours,” Danny said. It was good to hear him mention his wings with more ease.

“Come now, half a hour tops, I’d gladly helped.”

“Why Mr. Wayne, I’m starting to suspect that you are fond of my wings.”

Bruce just shrugged. “When did I ever say that I wasn’t? They’re a lovely part of a lovely man.”

“Ancients,” Danny near whispered and hid his flushed face in his hands. “Okay, okay, I’m officially out flirted. Eat. Eat and convince me of this vacation.”

“If that’s what you want,” Bruce said, unable to help be proud of the reaction from Danny. He had to wonder if they did go on vacation, just how much he could make Danny blush like that.

He expected quite a bit.

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ANGST!!! pogue gf probably has family issues too, so this is HER chance to give her baby the life she wished she had, but in some ways she’s very wary of rafe actually loving her and thinks that he’s only with her for the baby

༄｡° trust issues - rafe cameron

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You’d grown up with nothing but hand-me-downs and hollow promises—parents who fought more than they loved, a mom who left when you were twelve, and a dad who drowned his guilt in cheap beer. The trailer you called home was a rusted cage, walls thin enough to hear every slur and crash of glass from the next room over. You swore you’d never let your kid feel that—never let them know the ache of being unwanted, the sting of a slammed door. Being pregnant with Rafe Cameron’s baby was your shot, your one-way ticket to build something better, something stable. But it came with a catch: Rafe. A Kook prince with a temper and a reputation, who looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and said all the right things. You wanted to believe him—God, you did—but every fiber of you screamed he was only here for the baby, not you. How could he love a Pogue like you, scraped raw from a life he’d never understand?

You sat on the edge of your lumpy mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling of your bedroom, one hand resting on your swollen belly—eight months now, the kicks a constant reminder of what was at stake. The trailer was quiet for once, your dad passed out on the couch with a bottle still clutched in his hand. You’d just gotten off a shift at the Wreck, feet throbbing, back screaming, but you’d tucked another $15 into that mason jar under your bed. “For baby,” you whispered to yourself, like a prayer. It was all for them—the crib you’d seen at the thrift store, the soft blankets you couldn’t afford yet. You’d give this kid everything you never had: a home that didn’t reek of regret, a parent who stayed.

The screen door squeaked, and you tensed. Rafe stepped in, his boots heavy on the warped floorboards, a plastic bag of takeout dangling from his hand. He’d been doing this lately—showing up unannounced, bringing food or random baby stuff like pacifiers you hadn’t asked for. “Hey,” he said, voice low as he glanced at your dad’s snoring form. “You eat yet?”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes as you stood, wincing at the ache in your hips. “Wasn’t hungry.” A lie. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast—half a granola bar you’d found in your bag—but you hated how he noticed, how he kept trying to take care of you. It felt like a trap, like he was building a case to prove you needed him.

He set the bag on the rickety kitchen table, pulling out a burger and fries, the smell making your stomach growl despite yourself. “Bullshit,” he muttered, pushing it toward you. “You’re eating. You’re carrying my kid, and you look like you’re about to collapse.”

Your jaw tightened, pride flaring. “I’m fine, Rafe. I’ve been handling myself a long time before you showed up.” You didn’t move for the food, even though you wanted to. It was the principle—every bite felt like admitting you couldn’t do this alone, like letting him in deeper than you could afford.

He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration etching his face. “Why do you keep doing this? Acting like I’m the enemy? I’m here, alright? I’m trying to—” He cut himself off, exhaling hard. “I see you killing yourself for that jar under your bed, and it pisses me off. You don’t have to.”

You flinched, heat rising in your chest. He’d seen it—course he had, he noticed everything. “That’s for my baby,” you snapped, voice shaking. “Not yours to fix. I’m not some project, Rafe. I’m not gonna let you play house with me just ‘cause I got pregnant.”

His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, voice dropping low and firm. “You think that’s what this is? Me playing house? That’s my kid too, and you’re—” He stopped, jaw clenching as he looked at you, really looked. “You’re falling apart, and you won’t let me near you. Why?”

“Because I don’t trust you” The words ripped out of you, raw and jagged, tears burning your eyes. “You’re a Cameron. You’ve got money, a big house, a whole life I don’t fit into. I’m just the Pogue chick who got knocked up—why the hell would you want me? You’re here for the baby, and that’s fine, but don’t pretend it’s more than that. I can’t—” Your voice cracked, and you turned away, wiping at your face. “I can’t let myself think you love me. Not when I know how this ends.”

The room went silent, thick with the weight of it. You heard him breathe, slow and heavy, before his hand caught your arm, turning you back to face him. His grip was firm but not rough, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your chest ache. “You’re wrong,” he said, voice low, almost broken. “I’m not here just for the kid. I’m here for you—have been since that first night we hooked up and you looked at me like I was more than some Kook asshole. You think I don’t love you? I’m a mess over you, and you won’t even see it.”

You shook your head, tears spilling now. “You don’t get it, Rafe. I’ve never had anyone stay. My mom left, my dad’s a ghost even when he’s here. I’m giving this baby everything I didn’t have, and I can’t—I can’t let myself need you, because when you go, it’ll break me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pulling you closer, his hands framing your face. “You hear me? I’m not your mom, not your dad. I’m not leaving you or that kid. Yeah, I want our baby to have a good life—better than this shit—” he gestured at the trailer “—but I want you too. I’m pissed because you’re carrying my world in you, and you’re treating yourself like you don’t matter.”

You sobbed, the dam breaking, and he pulled you into his chest, arms tight around you as you shook. “I’m scared,” you whispered against him, the truth spilling out. “I’m so fucking scared.”

“I know,” he murmured, lips pressing into your hair. “But you’re not alone in this. I swear you’re not.” He held you there, the takeout forgotten, your dad’s snores fading into the background, until your breathing slowed and the fear loosened its grip—just a little.

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You and Luke had been arguing for the past 20 minutes in the living room of his apartment. Jack was somewhere hiding, not wanting to get involved or make things worse between his brother and you.

The argument was draining you more than you realized. What most people didn’t know about the young, up-and-coming star defenseman for the Devils was that he was an overthinker and, at times, incredibly insecure. Tonight, the team had decided to go out to a bar after the game, with some of the guys bringing their girlfriends along. You had agreed to join Luke, hoping to spend time together.

You knew Luke was a social guy when it came to his teammates, and especially when he started drinking, he could go up to anyone and make a friend. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him. But tonight? Tonight, he barely spent any time with you. You ended up sitting in a corner booth with Nico and a couple of other teammates. There were times you couldn’t even spot Luke in the bar because it was so packed. You talked to Nico for most of the night, laughing and hearing embarrassing stories about Luke from before you moved to New Jersey.

You thought you were just having fun, getting to know your boyfriend’s teammates. What you didn’t know was how pissed off Luke was going to be when you both got home.

“How do you think I feel, looking at my girlfriend flirting it up with my captain?” he snapped at you.

You both had gotten home about an hour ago. Most of the alcohol had left Luke’s system, but he was still tipsy, which meant he had no filter.

“I wasn’t flirting, Luke!” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “You left me alone all night. I don’t know anyone on your team except for you, Jack, and now Nico! So excuse me for trying to talk to someone.”

Luke groaned, running his hand down his face in frustration. “Come on, Y/N. If you really wanted to find me, you would’ve come and gotten me at the bar. But newsflash—you didn’t. You stayed there with Nico.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Do you really think I would flirt with your captain in front of your whole damn team, Luke?”

“How can I not think that? It sure as hell looked like it,” he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

His face was flushed from the alcohol, and his hair was messy from running his hands through it.

“But that’s not what happened,” you said, your voice trembling with frustration. “Nico and I were talking about you! He was telling me about all the embarrassing stuff you did before I moved here.” You threw your hands up, mimicking his earlier gesture. “And God forbid I learned about his family and what it’s like in Switzerland.”

There was a long, heavy silence between you two after that. You knew that Nico would never do something like that to Luke, and Luke knew it too. But the thought of you talking to the hotshot captain of the New Jersey Devils made him feel insecure, and he couldn’t handle it.

Finally, Luke met your gaze. The scowl on your face was clear, and he knew he had crossed a line. He opened his mouth to apologize, but you cut him off before he could say anything.

“Honestly, Luke, fuck you for thinking I would cheat on you like that. I’ve given you no reason to think that,” you snapped. “Do you think I get pissed when we go to bars after you guys win a game, and all these puck bunnies are all over you? Yeah, of course, I get fucking jealous. But I trust you. Why can’t you trust me?”

Luke opened his mouth but remained silent. You took that as him shutting you out. His stubbornness stung more than the words he had just said.

“You know what? Never mind. I’m going to bed,” you muttered, shaking your head and turning to walk down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

“Wait, no, stop.” You heard Luke call after you. Sighing out of annoyance, you felt your body freeze.

“What, Luke?” you asked bluntly.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” His voice was quieter now, filled with regret. You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his words. Slowly, you turned around to look at him.

“You’ve given me no reason to think you’d cheat on me. No reason at all. And I’m ashamed that I thought that. And I know it’s no excuse, but look at you, Y/N…” He groaned, his voice breaking slightly. “Fucking look at you, and look at me. In my mind, it makes no sense. I just always think you could do better. I have no idea what I’m doing in life. All I know is hockey. You’re in university, supporting yourself, having a job, and you actually know where you’re going. I have no fucking clue,” he admitted, his voice raw.

You were genuinely shocked. Did Luke really think you were too good for him? Was that what this was about?

“Luke, I think the exact opposite. I think you're way too good for me,” you said softly, wanting him to understand your feelings. “But I still don’t treat you like that.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, his head hung low in guilt. “And it’s no excuse. I was drinking, and I let my emotions get the best of me. I’m kicking myself for it right now.”

When you first started dating Luke, you were surprised by how he handled arguments—he always owned up to his mistakes. He never let things fester, always wanting to sit down and talk things out. He was nothing like your exes, and that was because you were too important to him to let something stupid end your relationship.

There was a brief silence, but you both felt the anger fading. It was Luke who spoke first.

“I’ll let you be alone tonight. I get it. I’ll sleep on the couch or crash with Jack if he’ll let me,” he said, shaking his head in frustration at himself.

You sighed deeply still hurt and Luke could see that on your face “No, Luke. You’re not sleeping on the couch. This is too stupid for you to be sleeping on the couch. Just come to bed.”

You smiled at him, and he was clearly taken aback by your words. You waved him over, signaling him to come to bed.

He immediately walked over, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He squeezed you tightly before letting go, allowing you to lead him to your bedroom.

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Higher Than Expected

Incredibly self-indulgent fic where reader is more granola and witchy than Emily expected. They smoke together and then they kiss

TW: weed.

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It started with gentle glances during rough cases. She would lay the case out for everyone and then her eyes would flip to you, soft around the edges in a way you had to grow used to. As if she felt wrong for saying such horrid things in your presence. You would always find her eyes, ignoring the way it made your spine tingle, fingers cramp. 

Then it turned into a soft knock on your apartment door late one Thursday night. The team was just dismissed to get some rest, the case going temporarily cold. Emily saw no sense in beating a dead horse all night, nor did she see the value in keeping her sleep-deprived, hungry team there to go over the same details. The labs needed time to process, people weren’t answering phone calls or emails this late, it just made sense.

Your socked feet padded on the hardwoods, patchwork pants loose on your legs, the bandeau top soft around your chest, shoulders bare. Emily's eyes softened at how different this you looked from work you. Her eyes taking in the crystal hanging from your neck, the starfish tattoo adorning your shoulder that hid below work appropriate outfits. This wasn’t far from what Emily imagined you looked like outside work, someone’s witch aunt that lived in her van wasn’t exactly what she had pictured though. It only made her heart yearn to know you more. Your eyes were already soft, red and glassy, “Hmmmm Agent Y/l/n, what might you be doing on this fine evening?” 

You giggled and opened the door further for her to come in, “Don’t even, you were gonna have a gummy when we finished the case.” She chuckled once as entered and stood in front of you, her button up and slacks still sticking to her skin, “I plead the fifth your honor”. You locked the door and leaned against it, “So not to sound rude but why are you here? I thought I was supposed to be sleeping and what not.” She had never been over before and her first being right now felt purposeful. 

Emily laughed once and smiled at you, “You and I both know you’re not gonna do that, neither am I, why be alone?” My smile grew dangerously soft and it tugged at her heartstrings, my red eyes taking in how her hands predictably slid into her back pockets. My head tilted towards the window, “I was rolling another?” 

One of her brows raised, “Inviting your boss to smoke with you is a bold move Y/n.” Your feet moved towards the window and your smile got bigger when hers followed. The large windows were why you got this place, easily slipping out onto the fire escape. You offered a hand as she curled her legs through the windowsill, plopping back onto the cushion I was on when she knocked. 

Emily found home on the matching cushion and her eyes followed your hands; fingers skillfully moving to roll the paper. She took the moment to take in you like this, your space through the open window. Crystals sat on shelves, plants lined the windows, vintage art and rugs layered the space. You licked your fingertips and pressed the end of the joint shut, glancing up at her, “Like what I’ve done with the place?” She chuckled and looked back at you. 

Her tongue darted out to wet her lip, “I do actually, I was just thinking about how different you are at work. Not really different,” she regretted her words, rarely did she do that but you were well different, “just you make yourself more digestible at work, it’s nice to see you, as you.” Her eyes bore into yours, hoping she didn’t just fuck up something that might not even be there. 

Your eyes traced the white streaks that framed her face and then looked down for the lighter, flicking it to life, “You weren’t expecting full tree hugger, I don’t vaccinate my kids and drink raw milk?” That pulled a real laugh from her and she relaxed a bit, legs crossing and back leaning against the building. 

She ignored how hot it looked when you pulled the joint between your lips and lit with ease, the end glowing to life, your eyes shining in the faint light. “I don't know what I was expecting truly, I mean I know you got us all to stop using straws by buying us all reusable straws.” You smiled as you inhaled the first hit, she continued, “But you’re arcane, I think I understand you and then I don’t.” 

Your hand extended to pass it to her and your lips formed a small o as you exhaled the smoke. Her fingers brushed yours as she took hold of it, your eyes admiring how her wrist flexed for a second before looking at the night sky, “I’ve been told that. It’s very apparent what my morals are but beyond that, I’m not an open book.” Emily exhaled her hit with practiced ease and it wasn’t surprising to you at all.

“You’re very careful with your words. You say just enough to answer, but never enough to let anyone in. It’s admirable I have to say. That’s coming from the queen of locked doors and guarded walls.” Both of you chuckled in understanding, knowing the kind of pain it takes to lock a person up like you two were.  

She passed and you held her eyes as you brought it to your lips, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in your lungs as you spoke ”You know how we’re not supposed to profile each other but we do it anyways?”  Emily nodded and she admired how your chin tilted when you exhaled, blowing the smoke above her head with a cautious kind of care. “What’s your profile on me?” She laughed once, it was almost a scoff, “No.” Due to her denial you took an additional hit, skipping her turn, “No?” 

She stuck her hand with a certain dominance that made you comply, lazily extending her to her. The prior session previous to her arrival made your body loose, the joint and some change doing its job. “No, because it was wrong and it's embarrassing.” You smiled at her, the sudden admission making you realize exactly how open she was feeling. A silent understanding. 

“Embarassing? I didn’t know you could feel that.” Your tone teasing but nowhere accusatory, it made her glance at you as a smirk grew on her lips. “Do you really wanna know what I thought of you when I interviewed you?” You nodded and ashed the joint over the ledge, watching it float into the sky. 

She adjusted her position, bending a leg to prop her elbow against it, head resting her hand, sleeves rolled to her elbows. She spoke as if she had rehearsed her words, “I thought you were eager to please, desperate for validation from others. Not in an attention seeking way, but in a way that makes you hungry for a challenge. Something to tackle to say, look I did this, am I good now?” You swallowed, feeling immensely called out in the safety of your own rusty fire escape. “While it’s true, it's in ways I didn’t expect. It’s not because you’re reckless or desperate for respect, it’s because you needed to prove it to yourself and now that you have,” 

You looked at her, a cocky smile hidden below the softness of her gaze, eyes finally hooded and lightly red. The newly unbuttoned top button mixed with the knowing look in her eyes made you shiver, “you’re not pushing to prove yourself to anyone anymore, except one person.” You forced a nonchalant chuckle, “Who’s that?” 

She clocked the sudden fabricated response, fingers lazily wrapped around the cardboard tip, “I don’t need to tell you the answer.” It wasn’t like you were exactly trying to hide the ignored feelings that bubbled in your gut in her presence, but you never crossed the line. You weren’t surprised that she knew, but you were surprised when and how she brought it up. Under the moonlight, music softly humming from your apartment, both of your eyes hooded. 

Your poor little inebriated mind tried so hard to find the right response, to find the line between flirtatious and appropriate. An acorn rattling around as you tried to find an answer that was flirty enough to confirm her suspicions, but not enough to make her throw her walls back up. Or worse, write an HR report that involves you luring her to your fire escape with drugs.

She noticed your pause, because of course she did, hand extending to you. Fingers lingering against your skin as she handed it back nearly dead. “Your silence is an answer too, Y/n.” It was so casual, as if it was a loud truth hanging in the hair, mingling with the residual smoke. Her eyes trained on the neighbor below walking their dog, as if she didn’t come over at 11 pm and speak your most ashamed truth outloud. All while smoking your weed. 

Something between a laugh and scoff came from you and your eyes burned into her profile as you killed the rest of the weed. Your smile full of chagrin and defense as you put it out and tossed it into the jar with the rest of your graveyard. “Inviting your boss to smoke with you is a bold move Y/n.” you quoted mockingly, hands fidgeting with the tassel of the cushion. 

Emily’s gaze grew heavy on you and you took the risk of looking at her. Her eyes tender and glassy, something you truly thought you would never see, “So do you like sacrifice babies or?” Her tone teasing enough to help you breathe a little better, a chuckle falling from you. 

“No, I usually go for the blood of virgins.” Her responding high belly laugh made your smile nearly touch your eyes. She hummed as she stopped laughing and looked at you, tension brewing between you two as your eyes betrayed you. Before you could stop them they swooped across her exposed collarbone, traced down her exposed forearm before landing on her eyes. 

A brow now raised, a smirk threatening on her lips, “Do you wanna know why I think you’re eager to please now?” She shifted closer, leaning her chin onto her hand to be eye level with you, your exposed chest starting to flush under her attention. The THC pumping through your veins didn’t help but Emily’s eyes raked over it like it was all for her. “I think you do it now because you can’t help it, because you want to be good,” her eyes dared to darken, black and red mixing sinfully, “for me.” 

The words hit you hard, sending a shockwave through your chest making you exhale rough, “Emily.” It was warning, my logical brain barely breaking through the drug induced dopamine and the months of desire. 

She tilted her chin slightly, voice almost teasing, “What? Mad because I said the truth out loud, laid your dirty little secret out for us both to have to acknowledge?” 

Her voice dripped in something so smooth it pulled your pliant, truthfully, stoned mind where she wanted it. Chest heaving with a calming breath before you spoke, “Well, yes.” 

She leaned back and smiled softly at you, dominance and control melting into patience and respect, “Do you want my honest answer as to why I came over?” It was your turn to nod and admire her chin and then jawline, too high to control them anymore. 

She let her own eyes wander for a moment, to your cheeks, your exposed collarbone and chest. She admired the muscle on your shoulders before they found yours, “Because I couldn’t sleep another night without kissing you.” Your eyes widened slightly, “Then you open the door looking like you, already a little high, all smiley,” A smile started to bloom at the corners of her mouth and it made your cheeks burn. 

She took a breath and then placed a hand on your knee, “You’re intoxicating Y/n.” Something shifted in you. Blame it on the weed, blame on the exhaustion, blame it on the rose quartz dangling against your chest, but something in you ignited. Hands cupping her face gently but quickly, nose brushing hers. Pausing long enough to let her pull away if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Instead she tugged at your waist, pulling you to climb into her lap. Legs slotting on either side of her, hands still on her cheeks, breath mingling between you. 

Months of pretending to not be into each other, and nights of tossing and turning because of unmet desire led to this. Emily's eyes blown with want, her thumbs brushing across your hips, lips brushing yours, “Say it, admit what you want.” Her tone was clear, give me this and I’ll end your prolonged torture. 

Your throat bobbed as you found the will to admit it, to let yourself give in enough. Your eyes searching hers for something to cling to as the words pour from you, “I wanna be good for you Emily.” 

Then something in her shifted, an almost silent growl coming from her before her lips were on yours, a kiss that was heavy and hot. Hands tightening on your hips, lips forcing yours to keep up with the rhythm she set. The weed kept you loose made it easy for a whimper to force itself from your throat, and she swallowed it like it would make her immortal. Her tongue ran across your bottom lip as your hands tangled in her hair, mouth complying, letting it explore before taking control. 

Her teeth digging into your bottom lip made you whine and she let it go with a pop, chuckling darkly, “God you’re so fucked over me.” All you could do was open your eyes slowly and nod, because it was true. The kind of fucked that made you delete Tinder and tell girls no at bars. The kind of fucked that ruined touching yourself to release some pressure. To your pleasure she leaned back in, her hands moving to cup your own cheeks, tongue lazily moving against yours, her pace much slower. She kissed you as if she wanted you to melt into her, purposefully sucking all the air from your lungs and replacing it with her. Wiggling her way between your ribs as she planted her lips to jawline, “Emily.” Your hands tightened in her hair and she hummed. 

“Yes, pretty girl?” Her lips didn’t stop, only trailed lower oh so slowly. Tongue dragging across the curve of your jaw as you spoke, “Let’s go inside?” She chuckled once and then drug her teeth across your skin, tongue following its path to soothe. 

Her lips brushed against the now red spot, “You’re going to bed, and I’m going home.” 

My hands left her hair and I groaned, shoulders slumping. She pressed her forehead to mine in apology, “We have to be back at work by 6:30 and even if you just lay there with your eyes closed, we both need rest.” Her thumbs drew lazy circles on the skin on your lower back, it sent shivers over you and you wiggled in her grasp. 

“This isn’t fair, you come smoke my weed, kiss me like that and then tell me to go rest.” She chuckled and it made you force back a smile, inevitably losing when she kisses the tip of your nose. The tension between you slipping away, something more comfortable sprouting between the inflamed capillaries in your eyes. She pressed her lips to your once more, something less intense, but soothing. Calming. 

You begrudgingly peeled yourself from her lap and offered her a hand to stand. Both of you slip back through the window and into the living room, Emily shutting and locking it herself. 

You lock your weed away and then find her exploring the trinkets and doo dads around your space, hands in her back pockets. “I’m glad you came over.” Your voice brought her attention to you, a warm smile gracing her face. 

She walked over to you, hands slipping from her pockets to wrap around your waist, “You look really hot like this by the way. In your hippy attire, incense burning, macrame hanging around you.” 

A blush covered your chest as your arms draped over her shoulders, “Are you driving home Miss Prentiss?” 

She pulled you against her and smirked, “No, thank you very much. I took the train, it’s a block from my place.” 

Your stomach warmed, “You took the train?”  Teasing regret laced her voice, “Okay don’t make me regret making an eco-friendly decision because a certain someone got in my head.” 

You beamed at her, her smile slowly matching yours. “I’m in your head.” She laughed and pressed her lips to yours again. 

Both of you forgot the plot, her lips moving slow against yours, hands pulling you flush against her. Her hands on your bare skin pulled a quiet moan from you and she kissed you deeper before pulling away abruptly, “Okay, I’m going.” 

You pecked her once more, “Okay you’re going.” 

She chuckled at your apparent lingering elevation and intertwined her hands with yours as she walked to the door. As she slipped past you and out the door she paused long enough to kiss your cheek, “Goodnight mi amor.” Leaving you still high, blushing and nowhere close to sleep in your doorway.

[occamstfs]

Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home. 

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with  him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew: 

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it. 

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass! 

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.  

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

[iwantazzifudd]

Under the Stars

Word count : 4.6k Pazzi

Hii friends this is a young Pazzi one shot, I’m not sure if I like it but it took me so long so I just wanted to finally get it out there, enjoy 😚

Paige and Azzi had spent almost everyday this summer together trying their hardest to ignore the day Paige finally had to leave to go to college.

It was officially only 2 weeks until Paige had to go and Azzi was determined to make them special. So she planned a surprise for the two of them with the help of her mom Katie

“Are you sure she’ll like it mom” Azzi bit her lip nervously “Of course she will honey, honestly I think she’ll love anything as long as your there” “Moom” she couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up her neck. Her mom just put her hands up, feigning innocence.

…

Paige was disappointed to wake up in Azzi’s bed with no sight of the curly haired girl. She got so used to waking up with the warmth of Azzi cuddled into her, their legs tangled together.

That was something she was going to miss more than anything, simply waking up next to her best friend could be the highlight of her day. God she was really gone for the girl. Loving Azzi was so easy. Being in love with Azzi and not shouting it from the rooftops was a million times harder.

Paige just hoped that one day she’d have the courage to tell her but now was not the time. She couldn’t risk things with Azzi changing right when she was about to move. What if Azzi didn’t feel the same and things became awkward? Paige couldn’t even handle that thought. So she decided that it would be best to just keep it inside until the perfect moment came.

She checked her phone to see a few messages sent by the curly head girl

Az💗: good morning p 🤗

I’ll be home soon but in the meantime I’ve got an outfit on my dresser picked out for you

Be ready 😉

Paige ran her hands through her hair suddenly nervous and shot her a text back and headed to the shower.

…

“Paigey?” Asked Azzi as she entered the room wondering where the blonde was. Then, Paige suddenly came out of the bathroom not in the outfit Azzi had picked out but wrapped in a towel with her hair dripping on the floor. Azzi let her gaze linger on Paige’s wet skin for a beat too long and both girls flushed.

“Hi sorry” Azzi adverted her eyes now trying her best to look everywhere but at the girl across from her

Paige on the other hand, let her self take in Azzi looking her fully up and down. “Wow Az you look great” Azzi had made sure to put on a little bit of makeup today. Attempting to what, impress Paige? She felt crazy. “Thank you” she gave the blonde a flirty smile. Paige’s tongue ran over her bottom lip and suddenly there was tension in the room. Azzi just looked in amusement at the girl's flustered face, and she tossed her her clothes.

“You didn’t think I was capable of picking shorts and a t-shirt?” Paige teased

“No dummy, I just wanted us to match, now hurry up!! We don’t have all day” the brunette rolled her eyes but she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she left to let paige get dressed. Azzi was wearing a sporty black tennis skirt and a blue tank top, a bit different from her usual lazy summer attire, and for Paige she picked out the opposite blue shorts, and a black tee.

Today was the day she was finally going to tell Paige how she felt. And she was terrified. At first she decided she’d never do it, and that they were great as best friends but at some point this summer she realized that that wasn’t enough for her. She knew she’d regret saying nothing for the rest of her life and a spark of bravery hit her the other night. So she let that and some hope that Paige felt the same guide her to todays plan.

I mean the idea of Paige reciprocating wasn’t impossible, they’d always been closer than regular best friends. From that first fateful plane ride Azzi knew she was hooked, and as they spent more time together she couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest when their hands brushed together or the fact that she loved just being around her. Was Paige a pain in the ass? Definitely. But that was just another thing for Azzi to fall in love with.

Today will be perfect, she thought, packed with activities. It had been a little since they had actually gone out of the house to do something more than play basketball or get food, so this would be much needed time out. Besides planning, Azzi spent the rest of her morning telling herself that even if Paige didn’t feel the same, nothing between them had to change. Even though the thought of that scared her more than she expected. She was done spending endless nights worrying about it and doing nothing. Today would be her moment.

…

The girls started their usual mornings with a nice breakfast and a workout, but today Azzi had other plans. Paige had been begging her to go on a hike all summer but Azzi had always made excuses against it. Whether it was her knee “acting up” or the long drive she just never wanted to say yes, and Paige would just accept which made the curly haired girl feel worse for lying.

It wasn’t that she was scared of heights per se, she was just constantly worried about slipping or a little more irrationally, taking a tumble off of the mountain. But she couldn’t deny that the site would be beautiful. She even had her mom hike up there by herself this morning to set up a picnic blanket, a cooler and food for the girls to enjoy, while she finished up making their plans for that evening happen.

Was she still scared? Definitely. But she knew that she’d feel safe either way with Paige by her side. And this would be a great start to lead into Azzi’s plan. Paige would be thrilled, and Azzi would be… alive at least.

“Can you guess where we’re going?” Azzi asked unable to contain the smile on her face.

“Uh the gym”

“That was such a bad guess p why would the gym be extra special” she rolled her eyes at the girls non creative guess.

“Just be prepared for the drive” Azzi was glowing with excitement and hated having to be patient.

“No way” the blonde gasped connecting the dots, she was like a puppy jumping up and down, unable to contain her joy.

“Uh huh now get in the car” the brunette rolled her eyes and teased.

…

The hike was a little over an hour and a half away, and the girls filled it with effortless chatter, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way. Azzi felt a twinge in her knee and the clouds above seemed more present than she had hoped. She knew that rain would be possible but she had convinced herself that the heavens knew how important this day was and simply wouldn’t do that to her.

Paige could sense the younger girls unease from the driver seat and placed what was supposed to be a calming hand on Azzi’s thigh. But the gesture just raised the tension in the car, Azzi shifted in her seat finding herself nervous. The movement caused Paige’s hand to slide further up her thigh and the blonde felt her breaths become unsteady, Azzi stilled in her seat, her brain malfunctioning at the girls warm hand being so close to- both girls were brought back to reality by a loud horn blaring behind them. Paige let out a nervous chuckle and brought her hand back to the steering wheel suddenly more focused than ever on driving. Azzi couldn’t help but notice how her friend's hands gripped tighter on the wheel.

They finally reached the trail. Paige basically ran out of the car and Azzi couldn’t help but giggle at the older girl's energy. She took the time to stretch after being a little cramped in the car, her tank top riding up a bit and exposing a sliver of her stomach. Paige couldn’t help but look and swallow hard. She didn’t know that Azzi had caught her until she cleared her throat and gave Paige a teasing smile. Paige’s eyes widened for a split second worried that she was letting on too much of what she’s worked to hide for so long, or what she thought she wasn’t being obvious about, but anyone who wasn’t Paige and Azzi could tell just by being in a room with them.

She concealed her thoughts by giving Azzi a wide grin and grabbing the bag they packed filled with water, snacks, and a first aid kit just in case. She then grabbed Azzi’s hand in hers, just for safety of course, and they started on their hike.

It all started out so well. Azzi was still scared but the anticipation she felt completely calmed that worry, plus Paige’s steady hand in hers the whole time grounded her in ways nothing else could. The trail was already so beautiful and they hadn’t even reached the top yet. They walked in a comfortable silence finding peace in each other and the soft sounds of nature around them. And then against everything Azzi had hoped for, it began to rain. Hard.

“You have got to be kidding me” Azzi let go of Paige’s hand to lift her own up in shock. “Hey it’s okay, we can just try it again on another day” but the disappointment was clear on Paige’s face. “No we should still finish it we’re so close” Azzi argued and attempted to keep walking before Paige placed a gentle hand on her elbow, and she turned around to face her. “Az. It’s not safe you could slip” Paige said it with so much care but Azzi couldn’t just give in. Not when her first surprise was still planned at the top. “It’ll be fine p we just have to be extra careful” she tried to reason with the blonde but when she walked a little further and began to loose her balance Paige had seen enough.

“Azzi” the brunette reluctantly brought her eyes up to Paige’s “but-“ “please Az it’s okay. We’ve already done so much of it, it’s been great but I just want to get you back on level ground and safe okay?” Azzi wanted to cry but instead she shook her head yes and let Paige slowly lead her back down the mountain.

The ride back was silent between them. Azzi’s mind was full as she tried to convince herself that this was just one minor setback, it didn’t mean the whole day had gone to shit yet. She still planned on confessing to Paige, and the movies would work out. They had too.

When they finally got back to Azzi’s a bit earlier than her plan included, she tried to quickly figure out how they would pass the time. She originally planned on hanging out at her place for two hours, however since they were unable to finish their hike and eat up top, they had a long 4 hours to fill. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if Paige didn’t get so antsy.

“Okay so we technically don’t have to be anywhere until 9”

“Sooo we could nap, or find a movie, go bother my brothers, play a video game, all of the above, whatever it is” she continued on.

“I thought you had the whole day planned” Paige questioned.

“Well this was still a part of the plan just.. condensed a bit” Azzi responded defensively but her tone was still light. Paige raised her hands up in mock surrender. “Whatever you say fudd” she teased back.

“Oh actually I have a something special for you or us really brb” Azzi ran to her room to find the gift she had been hiding.

“Close your eyes okay?” Her voice came out less confident than she had hoped.

“Okay open.” Azzi had expected Paige to be excited but the look on her face was one of uncertainty. The curly haired girl had bought plane tickets to Connecticut so she could spend the weekend with Paige on her second week at UConn.”

“Do you not want me to come? What's wrong p?”

“No az it’s just-“ she sighed trying to think of a way to voice what she was feeling without hurting her best friend's feelings. “ I just feel like I should spend a little more time on my own before we see each other. Get accommodated yknow?” Paige wasn’t going to say it but if she and Azzi weren’t going to date, she needed to know that she’d be okay with their distance after spending so much time together the past three months.

“Oh- no yeah, I totally get it” she didn’t. “ That's why I chose the second week instead of the first” she half heartedly joked and Paige just looked at her with a pitiful look she couldn’t bear to see. So she brushed it off. “Don’t worry I’ll just return them, it'll be fine. She gave Paige a small smile trying not to let Paige’s underwhelming response hurt her as much as it was.

“I’m so sorry Azzi” Paige needed Azzi to know that she was being serious but the younger girl wouldn’t even look at her in the eyes. Azzi just stood their and reminded herself that the day wasn’t shit yet.

…..

The day was officially a big pile of dog shit. The girls had chosen to nap as their first time passer, one of their favorite activities over the summer but when Azzi woke up there was no blonde hair sprawled next to her,no warm arm wrapped around her waist. She frowned to herself in disappointment and walked out of her room to see Paige outside on the balcony on the phone and smiling. A lot. She couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, wondering who her friend was talking to. When the blonde noticed Azzi she only gave her a small smile and a wave turning around and continuing on with her phone call.

Azzi mimicked the action back to her and tried to distract herself. She was about 3 rounds into Fortnite when Paige finally came back in to join her. “Hey turn on my controller for me”

“Bossy” Azzi said under her breath.

“What was that?” Paige asked back but Azzi chose to ask a question of her own as a response.

“Who were you talking to out there” she tried to keep the question casual but the nervous way she chewed her lip gave her away.

“ Oh just an old friend, Clara. Have I ever told you about her?”

“Doesn’t ring any bells”

“Oh well we were childhood friends like I’m talking kindergarten but we lost contact when she moved in the 7th grade. She like found my instagram a week ago and we’ve been talking a bit, it’s been great to reconnect” if paige thought the look on Azzi’s face was weird she didn’t say anything and just added “ apparently she lives around here, isn’t that cool?!”

“Yeah that’s great p” Azzi gave her a tight smile and tried to focus on the game. She had no reason to be upset but why had Paige never mentioned this girl, and why didn’t she tell Azzi they were texting??

“She’s real cool, I think you’d like her”

“Yeah, maybe” Azzi gave a dry response back trying to move on from the conversation. Paige shot her a confused look but didn’t press any further.

They played the game for a bit- well Azzi played and Paige tried to but she was too wrapped up in her phone to pay attention and not die. Azzi swore the blonde girl would look down every ten seconds checking a message and smiling to herself.

“Ugh Paige what’s the point of playing duos if your just gonna let yourself die”

“Sorry princess” the brunette couldn’t help but blush at the sound of the nickname from Paige’s lips

“Clara invited us to her party tonight, I told her that we’d be more than happy to go. That okay?”

“Paige but- I had the whole day planned yknow” Azzi couldn’t believe that this is how it was planning out. Paige for sure wouldn’t ask her to ditch the original plans though, right?

“Yeah Az I know but… it’s not like they other stuff really worked, can’t we just move it to tomorrow or something, there’s still two weeks to fill” Paige responded and shrugged her shoulders as if it didn’t matter. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Paige could see the tears Azzi was fighting so hard to blink away and her heart ached. Making the curly haired girl upset was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Shit I’m so sorry Az look at me, please?” The younger hair girl just shook her head in response letting out a humorless laugh. “ I just tried so hard to make today perfect for us and nothing has gone right” Azzi said while wiping the tears that were now falling rapidly.

“Shh it’s okay baby” Paige reached out to fully embrace Azzi accidentally letting the term of endearment slip, she tried to play it off but by the way Azzi tensed momentarily she knew her best friend had noticed. “Since when have we ever needed perfection to have a good time?”

“God you just don’t get it Paige” Azzi said harsher than she expected. Paige let go of her and took a small step back hurt spreading across her features. “I’m sorry I just- I just need a moment alone okay?” Azzi hadn’t meant to hurt the girl's feelings; she just couldn’t contain all of what she was feeling. She gave Paige’s arm a squeeze and walked back into the house. Paige just stood there for a moment confused by what was going on and how she could fix it.

So she went to talk to Katie who over the years became like a second mom to her. She could talk to her about anything, especially about Azzi. She found her in the kitchen cleaning up dinner.

“Katie?” She looked up at Paige with a concerned smile having seen her daughter come in tears and lock her door. The look only made Paige feel worse. “Yes dear?” “Do you know why Azzi’s so upset with me? Why was today supposed to be so special? ". She bit her lip and tried to keep her own tears from falling.

Katie gave her a knowing look, “Aw sweetheart Azzi just..” she hesitated trying to think of the best way to word things without revealing too much. “You mean so much to her, and you’re leaving so soon. She’s just scared that once you go to college you guys won’t be able to have these moments anymore.” “But we’ve done the long distance best friend thing before, why does anything have to change” Katie finally walked towards Paige and wrapped her in a hug when she let go she said “ things will change and I think deep down you know that. College is a lot different and it’ll be harder to make time for each other”

“I’ll always have time for Azzi” Paige said it with so much sincerity that even Katie wanted to tear up. “I think you just need to talk to each other. Like really talk about it. She can’t shut you out for too long, and honestly I don’t think she knows how to even if she wanted to” Azzi’s mom gave Paige a big squeeze and walked back to where she was cleaning.

Suddenly Paige had a great idea for them to end their night on a better note. “ Okay two more questions, 1, how would two people go about getting on the roof and would you be opposed? And 2. Where's your picnic basket?”

“I’ll let you up there only if you promise to be safe. It might still be slippery from the rain, and second I’ll tell you about the basket another time” she shook her head and laughed as she left the kitchen.

Paige had to make Azzi feel better and she wasn’t certain about her plan but she had to try.

…

About thirty minutes later Paige knocked on Azzi’s door before walking in. “Az?” She kneeled down on the floor to be eye level with the girl lying in her bed.

“Don’t you have a party to get too?” She rolled over trying to ignore her best friend in front of her

“What if I said I had something better planned for just us?” She was met with no response. “Come on Az pleasee” she rubbed the girls back “I really think you’ll like it.” Azzi hesitantly rolled back to face Paige ready to say no, but seeing the vulnerable look in Paige’s eyes, a sort of uncertainty she wasn’t used to seeing in contrast with Paige’s usual confidence, she just didn’t have the heart to.

Paige led Azzi through the house hand in hand not yet ready to let go.

“Do you trust me?” she playfully asked the curly haired girl trying to lighten the mood. Azzi’s eyes were red and puffy, Paige hated seeing her like this.

Azzi just shook her head but she didn’t let go of Paige’s hand so she took it as at least a partial win.

Azzi finally picked up on their location. “The roof?” “Paige you know my parents think it's too dangerous”

“Well actually I asked your mom and she said yes without any objections so” Paige shrugged like it was really no big deal.

“Can’t argue with that” Azzi mumbled and continued to the roof. When they finally reached it she couldn’t help but gasp. Paige had set out a blanket and a bag with what Azzi was guessing was food. Paige walked towards their blanket like it was nothing. The brunette though was a bit shocked and despite her mood felt her heart melt.

“It’s not much” the blonde said sheepishly , “but it is your favorite so I hope you like it.” In the bag was a plate of strawberries and Nutella laid out in a heart shape. Azzi looked at her in a way Paige didn’t have a name for yet but had seen many times from the girl, she felt her cheeks get warm.

Both girls laid down on the blanket. The chilly night air gave them a reason to lay close.

“It’s so beautiful tonight” Azzi said softly, letting herself relax.

“Yeah it is” Paige said quietly back, except, it wasnt the stars she was looking at. When Azzi looked at Paige, she found her best friend already staring intently on her, with a look of longing she thought she imagined . Her breath hitched, their closeness becoming apparent as she could feel the blondes breath mix with her own. They looked into each other’s eyes like that for a long moment until the intensity in Paige’s blue eyes became too much.

She sat up and distracted herself with the strawberries and Nutella, aware of Paige’s eyes still on her every move. Neither one of them talked for a bit but it wasn’t an awkward silence. Paige was surprised to hear Azzi’s voice finally break it.

“ I had it all planned out” she started Paige remained quiet just wanting to hear what else she had to say. “We were going to do that hike you always begged me to do, and once we finally got to the top I had a whole picnic basket of all of our favorites” “it wasn’t even supposed to rain today! Trust me I checked” she shook her head in annoyance, Paige just put a supportive hand on her shoulder. Azzi sighed and looked back up at the stars “ and when that didn’t work I was of course upset but I wasn’t going to let it ruin everything else about today yknow?”

“ But that plus the drive was supposed to take up most of the day time, leaving us a few hours to nap, or play video games or basketball, just any of the things we normally love to do. But without ou finishing the hike and eating there was just so much extra time, and who would I be to ask you to not talk to a friend when we had 4 hours before the last thing” she rambled on, just needing to finally let it all out.

She laid back down beside Paige but continued looking at the sky.

“And right about now, I had the drive through theater rented out for just us. They even let me choose our movie.” She took a deep shaky breath. Paige had a surprised look on her face but Azzi just kept going.

“And at the end of Love and Basketball” she finally turned on her side again to look Paige in the eye. Paige had been silent through all of it sitting up briefly with the girl rubbing calming circles around her back before she laid down.

Now with them both laying down Paige found herself holding her breath nervous to hear what else the brunette had to say.

“ at the end that’s when I was finally going to tell you that I’m so in love with you Paige” Paige felt her voice catch in her throat, rendered speechless by the younger girls confession.

“I have been for so long now, I’ve just been too scared I’m sor-“ she was quickly cut off by Paige’s lips crashing into her, the kiss was hesitant at first but it soon became desperate. Azzi’s hand cradled Paige’s cheek softly, which was a stark contrast to the way Paige’s hand gripped her waist, needing Azzi to become infinitely close

Azzi let out a breathy moan, her mouth opening enough for Paige to slip her tongue in. Her mouth was warm and tasted like chocolate from Nutella . The pace of the kiss picked up and Paige released a breathy moan of her own and she flipped them, hovering over Azzi letting some of her weight rest on top of her. She was drunk on the taste of Azzi. This moment was everything she dreamed of since the plane ride back from team USA.

Paige finally broke the kiss and rested her head on Azzi’s letting both girls catch their breaths. Neither girl could stop the smiles on their faces. Azzi looked so stunning like this with her pupils blown out fitting under Paige like she belonged there.

“You’re perfect” she tucked a loose strand behind Azzi’s ear and couldn’t resist placing another soft kiss on the brunette's lips.

“And we’re both so stupid” she laid back on her side and giggled. “Azzi. I have loved you since the day we met, there’s no one like you. and there’s nobody I’d rather spend my days with, no one I’d rather bicker with, and definitely no one I’d rather ask to be my girlfriend.”

This time it was Azzi who leaned in. This kiss was tender and filled with all of the words they shared, and everything yet to come.

“We really missed out on doing this all summer” Paige shook her head with a grin

“I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time now” Azzi teased before pulling the girl back on top of her. This time they took it all in, hands wandering everywhere, and if it wasn’t for the chilly night air they would’ve stayed forever.

[buurmanuitwien]

tramp stamp

f!reader x joost

description: you get an impulsive tattoo... your boyfriend's a fan.

tags: // smut, fluff, established relationship, oral m! receiving, fingering, thigh riding

word count: 2.1k

WARNING: RPF FANFICTION AHEAD

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Your boyfriend had warned you before your first tattoo that something called “the tattoo seal” would be broken. He explained that once you had one, you couldn’t stop, all while hitching up his shorts, his minion in a maid dress tattoo on full display. You had laughed, confidently claiming you had both more self control and sensibility than him, therefore you would never get something like that.

Now, three months later, you stared at the reflection in the mirror over your shoulder, lip bit. You didn’t regret the tattoo, not a bit, but you regretted not thinking past that when getting it. How were you to tell your boyfriend that you had gotten a tramp stamp, and furthermore, that it was a tramp stamp of his name, ® symbol included. He would be home any minute now, and you had no idea what to do.

You eventually decided to just throw on an oversized tee, and procrastinate solving your issue. As soon as the T-shirt is over your head you hear the front door open, and your boyfriend’s voice call out to you.

“Liefde! I’m home!”

You of course run to greet him. His face erupts in glee, as it always does when he sees you, and he wraps you in a tight hug. You nuzzle your face into his neck and inhale. He smells of his recent cigarette and cologne. “I missed you,” You mumble into his neck. 

“I missed you too,” He says softly and kisses the top of your head. “But look!”

He pulls away and gestures to the kitchen counter, where two bags of your favorite restaurants takeout rest. “Joost! You shouldn’t have!” You exclaim, immediately running to grab the two of you drink. “I’ve been working so late at the studio and wanted to surprise you. It’s nothing really, truly bare minimum.” He says as you grab a glass and fill it for him. 

“Still. It’s sweet. And I love you.” You say, handing him his glass and pressing a quick kiss onto his cheek. 

“I love you too.” He replies as you reach up to grab yourself a glass from your cabinet. “I was just thinking earlier today about how crazy it is-”

He cuts off. As you reached for your glass you had instinctively reached to scratch an itch on your back, accidentally lifting the back of your shirt. Fully visible was joost klein® printed in jet black ink, right above the waistband of your boxers (really his boxers, but they were comfy and you liked them so…).

You dropped your hand quickly, and whipped around. “So uh..” You started, attempting to form even a semblance of an explanation. 

Joost stared at you, shell shocked, and a noticeable imprint starting to appear in his jeans. “Holy shit…” He whispered. 

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously, taking a step towards him. 

“Fucking hell Schatje…” He says, finally moving to run a hand through his hair. “Do I like it? I love it.”

He takes a step towards you, and now looking down at you, eyes ablaze. “God, you drive me insane.” He mumbles, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I seriously almost just came in my pants like a teenager.”

You laugh, and then Joost’s lips crashed into yours. You hungrily press against each other, before you pull away slowly, as your thumb sweeps across a stubble-lined jaw.

Head tilting, until you can press your lips just above, against the sharp cut of a cheekbone. You can feel his exhale against you. The tightly-strung muscles easing, even as he tugs you closer. Even as you hear the hitch in his breath, the way his head tips towards yours. You move slow. The next brushing his cheek. Another, to the corner of his lips. It’s then that he moves. A rough groan in his throat as his hand shifts to your chin. Holding you in place so his mouth can meet yours. Something chaste, that turns hungry. His hips canting into yours, as his tongue sweeps into your mouth. You let him. Fingers slipping against the short, velvet-shorn hair. Up until there’s something to grip onto, as his hips rocks against yours. “Fuck.” It’s rumbled against your lips, “What made you go ahead and get that love?.”

You moan, as his lips drag to press against your jaw. How his thigh rocks against your core, where you’re still pinned between him and the counter. “I don’t know” You say, weakly, “Just wanted it.”

There’s the rough huff of a laugh. “Funny how that works.”

There’s the pounding of your heart, just below his lips. Fingers that trace the waistband of your sleep shorts. Slipping beneath your shirt to grasp at your waist. Tugging, until you’re rubbing yourself on his thigh. The muscles flexing beneath you as you gasp, nails biting into his shoulder. Trying to avoid the bruises, his skin hot to the touch. Another roll - again and again. A rough grunt each time you press flush, when the imprint of his cock ruts against your hip. 

The seam on your boxers catches your clit. Your breath quickens, as your arousal dampens the thin cloth. A dark patch seeping into the dark fabric, but Joost only groans when his eyes flick down to see the gleam.

“Feels good.” You breathe, eyes half-lidded.

His teeth flash white. Pressing harder, until you’re whimpering. Until there’s a building pressure in your belly, toes curling against the tile.

“Joost.” It’s a plea, it’s a warning.

“Yeah, schat?” His knowing tone, the sweet name sends heat to your cheeks, “You close? Think you can come for me like this?”

You don’t know if you can. All you know is the feeling of his thigh nudging against you, as his leg bounces. The rasp of his stubbled cheek against yours.

“Think you can.” Joost hums, “Think you want me to hear how pretty you sound when you come.”

His name strings out. Fingers teasing, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. A rough moan in your ear when he meets bare, slick skin. Another pulled when your own hand drifts. A palm cupping him, where his clothed cock ruts into your hip. The heel of your hand nudging with the flex of his thigh. Again, and again. Sweet nothings slipping from you, a heady mix of his name and “please” and “oh my god-”, as your head tips back.

His mouth against your neck, your chin, your mouth. Your cry cut short as his body presses you flush between him and the counter. Fingers slipping down. Beneath the dampened fabric, circles pressed against your clit. Wanting to do this himself, to give this to you. The pleasure blooms low in your belly. Liquid heat and the release of what feels like weeks of building pressure coursing through you, as he brings you over the edge.

Your orgasm pulsing low and warm, as your hands find his shoulders. Adding fingerprint bruises to one’s he already carries. Ones he’ll look at fondly, when he’s alone.

Joost’s knee only eases from you, when that tight grip on him finally loosens. The aftershocks still honey-sweet where they thud in your core. Legs like jelly, as your back slips against the cabinets - as you sink to your knees.

You want all of him.

You’re greedy like that - fingers itching to reach out and take. To beg, but your eyes are drawn the bruises. The shadows under his eyes, you don’t know the last time he slept.

There will be more time, later. If you’re lucky.

“Hey. Hey-” His voice is almost worried, broad hands wrapping around your biceps. The words twisting into a choked sound instead, when your hands trace up his thighs. Over the slick patch, darkening the denim.

Eye-level with his hips. Your gaze meeting his, as you press an open-mouthed kiss against the straining curve. He groans then. Bare chest heaving, as his hands drop to his belt. No words needed, in sync from the years already spent together.

Thumbs hooking into the waistband of dark boxers, tugging down. Your eyes tracing where the dark trail from his belly thickens, hair coarse at the base of his cock. “Don’t have to.” It’s half-hearted. A tick to his jaw, when your fingers join his.

Another sharp tug, until his cock is freed. Achingly hard, as it bobs in front of you. A pretty shade of pink that grows darker at the tip. A drop leaking from the slit, the head already glossy from where it smeared against fabric.

God, you need to taste him.

“I know.” You breathe, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grin, “I want to.”

Leaning forward to taste him. A kiss against the shaft, tongue flattening against velvet skin. “Wanna make you happy.”

His fingers flex, curling into fists. Your eyes meet his, “I think you like it when I do.”

Joost stiffens at your words, a sharp inhale through teeth. But you miss it - lips parting to take him into your mouth. A moan as you suck, feeling how his cock jerks against your tongue. “Fuck.” He grits - the flex of his hand, as he cups the back of your neck. Fingers twining into your hair, tugging.

He inches further into your mouth - the hollow of your cheeks as you suck, head gently bobbing.

He’s big. You know this. An ache in your jaw already, but it’s worth it - to give him this. 

Spit strings between your lips and his cock, when you pull back. He lets you - that grip loosening, though his fingers stay twisted in your hair. Keeping you close, only slipping away long enough for you to tug the shirt from your shoulders.

Letting it pool on the floor, letting his eyes drag over more bare skin beneath. His touch followed without thinking - calloused fingers tracing your shoulders. The soft curves of your tits, palm cupping flesh. The other hand anchors himself to you again as before. The curved weight against the back of your head - a gentle, encouraging pressure. Urging you to his cock again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth. Working him back up to that peak again, and then further - as you take him into your throat.

His breathing grows shorter. Muscles flexing as he bucks into your mouth, chasing the pleasure that threatens to snap inside him.

“Shit, liefde.” Joost rasps, “You want me to come on these?”

A squeeze against your chest. You make a low sound in your throat, in response. Eyes flicking up, sinking another inch deeper as your fingers grasp onto his jeans.

“Fuck.” The syllables draw out, “Sure, liefde. Anything you want.”

His fingers tug harder. The flicker of pain along your scalp blending with the heat that lingers between your thighs. Keeping your eyes on his as his hips move just a little faster. Air inhaled through your nose as a hand slips up to curl around his base. Easing off just enough that you can jerk him into your mouth.

Your name comes out ragged, slipped into a moan. A curl of his lips over teeth, panting breath. “Gonna make me come, schat.” It’s a warning, but your tongue only curls around the head. Waiting to taste him fully, as he groans.

Another choked breath, his head tilting back, before his cock throbs between your lips. Pulsing against your tongue, as your fist works him empty.

Your eyes close then. Senses narrowing down to the sounds he makes. Filthy, as his fingers tug hard enough to hurt, unconsciously rocking into the suction of your mouth with each drop that spills against your tongue. “Fuck.” He mutters again.

Softer, this time. Fingers suddenly dropping, shifting to smooth over your cheeks. A low hiss, when you ease off him - only for your head to dip forward again. To catch the last errant drop on your tongue, as it flicks against his slit.

“Jesus christ,” He mutters, looking down at your head tipped up, lips swollen. 

His boxers still a mess around his thighs, your fingers still circled around him.”Can you turn around?” He asks. “Wanna see the tattoo in all its glory.”

You oblige, of course. He runs his fingers over the still lightly irritated skin. He’s quiet for a moment. “Can I ask you two things?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out.

“Can I use this as an album cover?”

You laugh in surprise, but nod, as his fingers slowly play with your waistband. “Fucking awesome. Thanks liefde. And also… can I take these off?”

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a/n: babys first smut LMFAOOO anyway hope u like lmk if u do (plz reblog if u liked it). english is deadass my fourth language so forgive grammer or spelling mistakes. okay chill my requests r open if u want me to write smth!

[heliosunny]

YANDERE!SAE x READER

And so... he's changed Sae was a genius. You’d known it all along. Your (once) friend was a prodigy in soccer. You’d marvel at how effortlessly he made his goals. But life, as it often does, pulled you away. Your parents' work demanded relocation, and you left without so much as a goodbye.

You often thought back to those days, replaying the memories in your mind. He was distant, never chatty, but you still tried. Compliments, small gifts like sweets, you always hoped to get through to him. Most times, he'd just hand them off to his younger brother, Rin. You convinced yourself he wouldn’t miss you. You were just a face in the audience, after all.

Yet Sae noticed.

At first, he thought you might’ve been sick or busy. You never missed a game before. He told himself you’d show up at the next match. But when his mother mentioned over dinner that your family had moved, his world stilled.

When? Why? And why hadn’t you told him?

He told himself it didn’t matter. There was no time to dwell on things outside soccer. Yet the gnawing ache in his chest refused to leave. He hated himself for how easily your memory began to fade. He didn’t want to forget. He promised himself that one day, he’d find you again.

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Years later, standing in a packed stadium, Sae’s sharp teal eyes scanned the crowd. Then he saw you. Older, more composed, but undeniably you.

“There you are, Y/n L/n.”

The sound of his voice made your blood run cold. Your best friend, Hana, practically screamed beside you, overwhelmed by the sight of the famous Sae Itoshi addressing you.

He didn’t waste time. The crowd dispersed, and he cornered you. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Explain yourself.” he demanded.

“What?” you replied, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m just here because my friend dragged me along.”

His jaw clenched. “You left without saying a word. I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

You stared at him, incredulous. “Sae, I was a kid. My family had to move for work. What was I supposed to do? And you-” You pointed at him. “You barely acknowledged me back then! What did it matter if I was there or not?”

“It mattered!” he hissed, stepping closer. “You mattered. You still matter.”

You shook your head, overwhelmed. “Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but I have my own life now. Just… let it go.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Sae frozen in place. How could you be so indifferent? Didn’t you see how much he’d changed, how much he’d suffered... all because of you?

---------- Later that night, Hana regretted letting you drink so much. You slumped over the table, utterly unconscious. “I shouldn’t have let you drink, idiot!” she muttered, trying to shake you awake.

“Need some help?” a familiar voice asked.

Hana turned to see Sae standing there, his teal eyes locking onto you like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Oh! Sae Itoshi, right?” Hana stammered, momentarily starstruck. “Um, my friend’s had a bit too much to drink…”

“I’ll take her,” Sae said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Oh, but-”

“I’ve known her for years,” he interrupted. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Before Hana could protest, Sae had you slung over his shoulder. His grip was possessive, and his gaze was cold as he turned away. ---------- When you woke up, your head pounded like a drum. You blinked, taking in your unfamiliar surroundings. It wasn’t your apartment. The room was too pristine, too impersonal.

Panic set in as you sat up, only to find Sae sitting in a chair by the door, watching you.

“Sae?” you croaked. “Where am I? What’s going on?”

“You’re safe,” he said simply. “With me.”

Your heart raced. “What? Sae, I need to go home-”

“This is your home now.” His calm tone was more chilling than any shout. “You won’t leave me again.”

You stared at him, horrified. “Sae, this isn’t funny. Take me home.”

He stood and walked over, his shadow looming over you. “I don’t think you understand, Y/n. You’re the reason I kept going. Every match, every goal—I did it all for you. And now, I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Not your parents, not your friends, no one.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you realized the depth of his obsession. “Sae… you’re scaring me.”

His expression softened, but his eyes remained unnervingly intense. “You don’t need to be scared. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never have to leave again.”

As he reached out to touch your face, you flinched, but there was nowhere to run. The door was locked, and the man you once called a friend had become someone you barely recognized.

And so, Sae Itoshi had changed- but not in the way you’d hoped.

[lalrinsangi]

Love - Forty

Jannik Sinner x Reader

Summary - A girl's quest to find a home and a boy who already finds one in her

word count: 699

a/n: the next parts explore more of their relatioship

Part I

It began as a tentative shot at something impossible, a distant dream that she liked to toss around her head when there was nothing else to dream of. But that shot brought her to a life where home was always out of reach, like a vacation that never ends.

The first time she saw herself belonging to that life was under the scorching heat of the sun in Australia, she was playing her first ever Grand Slam Quarter Final and the load of her country’s hope weighed on her when she failed to hit the balls over the net, when she failed to reach a drop shot that she had anticipated, when the match was over and she wasn’t the one to scream.

It was then, that she decided there was no home for her; her hometown that she fought so hard to leave now screamed her name but she swore to never look back, she’s fighting for them but she knew that she could never go back. Home was a faint picture of her childhood home in the deepest part of her mind and heart, forever warm and unreachable.

She was a traveler with a country to win for, so she accepted and reveled in the transient warmth of big cities and cozy hotel rooms; the closest to home that she would ever feel.

This was what she told Jannik right before the start of Clay season the next year. He looked sympathetic, like a deer; she thought he looked more like a deer when the curls are hidden beneath his cap. There was a pause and she regretted her words, he was visibly uneasy because of the weight of her words, and because they have never moved past playful banters.

As was appropriate and natural, they were good friends because you cannot see each other at practices and events and not talk to each other, but even more so because their coaches were even better friends than they were.

Jannik had a home among the mountains in Italy, he loved his hometown so of course he would not understand but then he smiled and patted your back. “But home don’t always mean a place, no? Sometimes it’s the people.”

“Don’t feed me that crap Jan, of course I get it. Except I don’t believe in it, in my case.”

“What do you mean?” He was smiling now, always intrigued by the way you think, and always ready to tease you for it but agree with you in the end.

“It needs foundation. For the longest time, home was my hometown. Then I moved away, so did my family and we’re all living in different cities. I love my parents but I am my own person now and there has to be a place I picture when I say I want to go home; their house is not home for me anymore you get me?”

He nodded encouragingly. “And in my case, there’s the tour and I’ve already accepted my fate. And if I ever get married, my husband’s home will be my home then- “

He laughed, “of course it leads to feminism.” He was one of the very few men she could rant her thoughts on feminism to, so she did that often and she knew that he actually cared.

“But that’s not my point! I just- “

“No, no I get it. But I have to disagree with you, you know. It’s important, this, this stuff, family and everything. Home is where the people you love live because they are your home.”

“Foundations. Jannik”

“Oh, this will be hard. You are thinking too much about it no?”

“I know.”

“But it’s very nice that you are telling me this, I appreciate it.”

She smiled at him, and he beamed at her, “But you are still wrong.”

She did not know then that he would prove her wrong as many times as the points needed to win a game.

part II

[planetallure]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ fic recs

CW: these works contain explicit content intended for those 18+. make sure to read the rules of the writers before interacting.

@peterthepark : coming back to this blog made me realize when exactly i started back reading fanfic fr. the moment that was eddie mf munson, touched something in me. reign was one of my first intros that really stuck with me. it kinda blew my mind and scared me at the same time because i was like…how do i move on…what’s better than this??? brilliance. creative genius. like what more do you want from me? reign, i miss you. <3

i rec literally anything she’s written about eddie or tasm!peter parker.

@ohcaptains : i really don’t know what to tell you man. leah. is. HER. she simply does not miss. funny story: when i first started my old blog, it was ageless so i ended up getting blocked. so i pm’d her basically begging to come back home because i knew what i had lost. i’m not ashamed.

"dealers choice" - if you happened to miss the moment that was eddie munson or you miss his character or you were never really into him, this lil universe is for you. <3

"learning in public" - carmy x fem!reader. he needs it. he wants it. he has to have it. a man on his knees. enjoy.

"don't you dare fall in love" - heads up this one was discontinued and will not be continued (so don’t go harassing her about it) but the last part has an open ending so don’t let that stop you. college student/dealer!ellie x fem!reader. it’s beautiful and perfect. enjoy.

also ALL of her frank castle, abby anderson, tasm!peter parker fics. thank youuu

@inknopewetrust : this woman is a W R I T E R. the beautiful angsty things that come from her brain need to be cherished. thank you for your service.

“hoping i’ll find [a glimpse of us]” - when i tell you this shit was so fricking good!!!!!?! another piece of LITERATURE that i couldn’t believe i got to read for free on tumblr. i am such a sucker for a angsty slow burn and this still lives in me head rent free to this day. the tension had me giggling and laughing and biting my nail and crying. i need to spin back. i need to feel something!!

“secret” : now this one was a sexy forbidden romance. eddie’s our man who isn’t our man but is and oh m gee the angst in this one got me too, though it wasn’t as much. preppy!reader x eddie munson iykyk.

@etherealising : the absolute sweetest person i’ve met on here. every interaction i have with her just makes me smile. on TOP of that she’s a beautiful writer and storyteller. vee you have my heart.

“all i ever knew only you” - the best carmy x oc fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading on here. i’m so emotionally attached to this series, its characters and i think it has such re-readablity . the characterization is also so well done carmy x baby 4life. it’s currently discontinued but she is currently doing a rewrite and it’s going really well! in the meantime, please don’t let that stop you from reading the original while it’s still up. you won’t regret it.

“a buried and a burning flame” - vee single-handedly has me looking a richie different now. like…wait a minute :)) the bickering and banter is so fun. tension? check. spice?? check.

“flew like a moth to you” - a continuation of the one above. babyyyy!!! yes, yes, uh huh 🙂‍↕️ these two? LOVE EM. he’s officially in my heart.

@totheblood : star is so kind and super creative. she has created some of my favorite ellie williams smau’s on here.

"the hard way" - rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader smau. you guys are brought together again to solve the mystery that is the anonymous account blackmailing the two of you. mmm, nothing like the takedown of a shady mf to bring the girls together again :)

@cherriesxinthespring : another sweetheart with a beautiful mind. ik people get the characterization/true nature of ellie so wrong, but not rosie. she gets it.

“wasteland, baby!” - the wlw true enemies to lovers slow burn i’ve been dreaming of. tap in. right now.

@elliesbelle

“nobody compares to you” : a deliciously angsty slow burn second chance romance (ex!ellie x f!reader)

all the text convos for abby and ellie.

@newasskid : this blog makes me so nostalgic. THE first fic series that i read and rebloged when i started my first ff blog, came from this writer. i honestly feel it was my first time reading fanfic that wasn’t a silly little wattpad story or imagine and i was honestly gagged. i was like, “this…this is literature.” what can i say? i love good ass characterization! and this one was no exception.

“hard knock life” - like i said i was gagged with how good it was. i read the first two chapters back in 2022 and i still remember the feeling i felt reading them. this new blog i’m making is a fresh start for me and a chance for me to get back into old fandoms. will be revisiting this one soon.

@lovelettersfromluna

"one of your girls" - biker!ellie/roommate!ellie/camgirl!ellie x f!reader ALL rolled into to this ridiculously sexy little universe!! i love these two so much :’(

"compass" - vampire!ellie !!!! my new favorite thing. the way luna writes her feeding on reader ALONE is the most erotic and intimate thing. my god this was hot.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sending all of this beautiful writers my love and respect y’all are amazing and so important. <3

[reverie-starlight]

{need you now- hawks}

y’all remember need you now by lady antebellum?

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. angst-ish? kinda fluffy. I’ll be doing a part two of this from keigo’s perspective eventually.

you can’t sleep.

this has been happening more and more lately, and you wonder how much more you can take without starting to hallucinate.

he’s back home from a mission now, which you only found out because of one of his fan accounts. well- “home”. he’s been staying in the luxurious house the commission kept aside for him. nothing homely about it according to keigo, but it’s not like he has much of a choice.

not after you got caught up in the argument and told him you wanted nothing to do with him.

you had shrugged it off when you saw the post, not knowing if it’s been too long to try and reconcile, but now you’re going down memory lane, holding back tears as you flip through the photo album he made you.

you fight yourself to stay off your phone, but you get to a photo of him kissing your cheek and you can’t stop yourself any longer. the loneliness you’ve been feeling all this time finally wins out.

the clock reads 1:15 AM.

is he even awake right now?

it’s been a month… and he’s always so busy, do you even cross his mind anymore? he always seems to be on yours.

you call anyway, against your better judgement and your heart lurches into your throat when he actually answers.

after two rings, at that.

“hello?” his voice both soothes you and chills you to your bones at the same time.

“hi keigo,” you whisper.

“hi, ba-“ you think he’s about to call you baby out of habit and you wish he hadn’t stopped himself. “did you need something?”

he sounds… somber. solemn. sad.

not at all like the keigo you love.

guilt pools in your stomach at the mere idea of you hurting him this badly.

“I…” you bite your lip. “I miss you.”

you hear his breath hitch. “really?”

you wish you could see his expression and figure out what he’s feeling. he’s always been so good at keeping his voice free of emotion.

granted, he always tried to turn that skill off around you, so you gather that he must be feeling guarded.

you keep going. “I’m so sorry for that night, keigo. I said things that I didn’t mean and I regret it so much… I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

he’s quiet on the line for a few beats and then and exhaled “I’m sorry too, baby. we both said some pretty awful things, didn’t we?”

you laugh, but it sounds a bit more like a sob to you. “yeah,” your voice breaks. “keigo, I… I need you here with me. can you please come over so we can talk about this?”

he clears his throat, likely working overtime to continue to keep the growing emotion out of his voice, but it sounds thick when it breaks anyway. “y-eah. yeah, I can come over. I need you too. I’ll be there soon, okay? unlock the window for me, sweetheart.”

he hangs up and you quickly move to do as he asked.

five minutes later, he’s on your balcony, sliding the glass and slipping into your room.

he immediately wraps you in his arms and your body, once cold and empty, fills with a warmth only he could provide.

he’s whispering words into your scalp. “I love you, y’know that? I love you too much to ever want to break up.”

you nod against his chest, letting the tears flow freely. “I love you too. I’m sorry,” these words are repeated between the two of you- they shoot out of your mouth and hit his chest, sinking into his skin and bubbling up his throat only for them to hit your scalp and absorb into your brain, then fall out of your mouth again like a well oiled machine working overtime.

but there’s nothing habitual about these phrases- as is the case for any time you say them, they’re promises.

promises that will never be broken again.

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I’ve had this idea for a while and I finally wrote it :3

AND I’m gonna work on this from his POV, which I’m almost more excited abt than this one 👀

@emmyrosee sum angst (ish)

[carmenberzattosgf]

the long awaited spanking fic

Content warnings: dom/sub dynamics, heavy spanking

I cannot get the brain rot for this out of my head. I was going to write a full fic for it first that includeded subspace but imma just do a spanking blurb for now to free myself from the thoughts… so basically stay tuned for this to be expanded

You did the thing that pisses off Carmy the most. You talked back to him during service in front of everyone. It was over something stupid, really, but your stubbornness got the best of you. As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. The look on Carmen’s face was enough to shut you up for the rest of the night.

The car ride home is silent, dead silent. Carmy hasn’t said a word to you at all, and you don’t dare try and talk to him. You’re well aware you screwed up. You just aren’t sure what he’s going to do with you.

Carmy remains wordless as he parks the car in front of his apartment and heads to his door. You follow quickly behind him, watching as he digs in his pocket for his keys. Once he gets the door open, he walks straight to the couch to sit down, expecting you to close the door and lock up for him.

As soon as Carmy hears the lock click, he speaks in a firm, unwavering tone from where he sits on the couch. “Take off your clothes.”

His tone sends chills down your spine. He’s really fucking pissed. You walk towards him, standing right in front of the couch. “Carm, I’m—“ you begin to apologize, but Carmen doesn’t let you finish talking.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. Take them off. Now.”

“Y-yes, sir.” You remove your clothes as fast as you possibly can, not wanting to make him wait. You watch as Carmy sits up straight on the couch, slightly parting his knees.

“Bend over my lap,” he commands. Your legs move quickly as you bend over on his lap with your eyes facing the ground. His left hand hooks around your waist to steady you. His right hand rests right above your ass, lightly soothing the skin. “You were bad today. Talked back to me in front of everyone.”

“I’m sorry, Carmy. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s fucking obvious you weren’t thinking. How can I expect those people to listen to me when my own girlfriend won’t do what I ask of her? You know better than that. I’ve taught you better.”

“It’ll never happen again. I promise.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure of that. You’re going to learn your lesson. I’m giving you fifteen spanks.”

“Fifteen?” you audibly gasp at the number. He has never punished you with so many spanks. The max before had always been less than ten.

“And you’re going to count every single one of them. If you mess up, I’ll add another one. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” Not even wasting a second, Carmy’s hand strikes your ass. He’s not starting off easy. “Shit! O-one.” The next two spanks come one after another, hitting at different spots. Your body jolts in his grasp from the impact of each hit. “Two. Three.”

Carmy doesn’t give you time to think in between the strikes of his hand. Each one comes down harder than the one before it. The only sounds in the room are your strangled whines and the sound of his hand against your ass. You manage to count pretty well at first, but it gets harder as the heat between your legs increases.

“Are you getting wet right now?” He says before spanking you once more.

“t-ten.” It’s all you can say. Stringing together a sentence seems impossible.

“Are you already so stupid you can’t count and answer my question?” Carmy’s hand grips your raw skin as he spreads your legs to see for himself. He scoffs when he sees the wetness pooling between your legs, starting to make a wet spot on his pants. “You’re fucking dripping. You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Even my hands spanking you turns you on.”

He hits your ass twice in quick succession in the exact same spot. You cry out from the impact. Your skin is throbbing. “Eleven— Carm, please.” You beg, not quite sure what you’re asking.

“That was twelve. I guess you can’t even count right anymore. Now, I’m going up to sixteen.”

You tremble in his lap, holding onto his legs with a death grip. At this point, he’s lightened up on the force behind his hand. Carmy also directs some of the strikes on your upper thigh to give your ass a break. It’s completely raw from the spankings, red and pulsing with heat. You’re barely holding on when he delivers the last strike.

“S-s-sixteen—“ you gasp. Tears run down your cheeks as Carmy rubs the skin of your upper back.

“You did good, baby. You took that so well. Such a good girl. You just needed a little punishment to remind you who you listen to, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I’m so s-sorry Carm. I didn’t mean to make you so mad,” you speak through sobs. “I-I shouldn’t have done that I’m so sorry—“

“Shhh—baby. Calm down. I’m not mad at you anymore. You made a mistake and got punished for it. It’s all okay now. You don’t have to apologize again. I know you didn’t mean to upset me. Let me help you sit up, yeah? Need to see your face.”

With Carmy’s help, you sit up in his lap to face him. His hands cup your face, wiping the tears away with this thumbs. You get emotional in times like this, especially when Carmy looks at you with such adoration like he is right now. “I love you, Carm.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Can I take care of you now? I wanna make it all feel better.”

“Please. P-please. Need it,” you beg, feeling the his hard cock underneath you.

“I’ve gotcha. I’ll take care of you.”

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Yeah im sorry for leaving this here but i gotta have room to expand on this idea later. Hehehe so expect a more full length one shot with all of this once again and more soon!!

[adoresia]

HOME RUN : LIKE THE WIND

CHAPTER 6 ;

MY RANKED TEAMMATES

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CW // ignore how I spelt ahead wrong…

The morning air clung to your skin as the sharp crack of a bat meeting a ball echoed across the field. Shoko had called for a break, her voice cut through the steady rhythm of practice drills. You placed your bat down and wiped a bead of sweat from your temple. The excuse rolled off your tongue easily.

“Getting water,” you excused yourself, already moving toward your bag at the edge of the bleachers. Your eyes flickered towards the boy seated quietly near the back row of the stands. What was he doing here? At your baseball practice? At nine in the morning on a Saturday? You weaved through your teammates and made your way up the steps.

Yuta had his eyes on you — of course he did. He tried not to look obvious about it but the subtle shift of his posture gave him away. His fingers fidgeted against the strap of his bag, and you caught the nervousness in his gaze as you got closer to him. Of course your bag happened to be right in front of where he sat. Convenient. You picked up your water bottle, uncapped it and took a long sip; all while positioning yourself in front of him and with your eyes narrowed at him and your eyebrows furrowed. He visibly tensed, a faint sheen of sweat had been forming on his temple despite the chilled morning air.

“You okay?” you asked, lowering the bottle with a playful smile. He opened his mouth, probably to come up with some excuse, but you cut him off. “Are you here to spy on me or something?” you asked, leaning against the seat in front of him. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Well… uh…” He trailed off clearly struggling for an answer. You raised an eyebrow, waiting. “You’re not denying it so I’m gonna assume you are.”

“What, no?” he protested, a little bit too quickly. “I just came to watch. Plus… I, uh, never actually got your name.”

Your lips curled into a grin. “Oh really? So you dragged yourself out of bed at nine on a Saturday just to come and ask for my name?”

He nodded sheepishly.

Laughter bubbled out of you, drawing a few looks from nearby players. Poor guy just sat there looking thoroughly embarrassed, probably regretting coming here in the first place. “Fair play,” you finally managed, “I’m Y/N. And you?”

“Yuta,” he said, still recovering from your reaction and the second hand embarrassment that came with it. “Well then, Yuta,” you said with a playful grin, “now that you’ve got my name, what are you actually doing here?” He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing toward the field. “Honestly? I was at your last game of course. “You were genuinely insane on the field, It was unreal. I’ve never seen anyone play like that.”

Surprised by the genuine praise, a warm smile tugged at your lips. “Why thank you very much!I’m Glad I could impress.” He nodded earnestly. “Yeah… watching you kinda made me think about trying it myself.”

“Baseball?” You arched a brow. “You ever played before?”

“No, but I figured it might be fun.” You laughed softly, leaning forward. “Was I really that inspiring?”

“How do you know I’m only willing to try it for you?” he asked, more confident than before. “You think I didn’t notice you watching me at the game?” you admitted.

Yuta blinked, completely caught off guard. His mouth opened but no words came out. You bit back a laugh at his deer-in-headlights expression. But before he could recover your coach’s voice rang out across the field.

“Breaks over L/N! It doesn’t take you that long to drink water.”

“Okay well, I’ve got to head back” you said, capping your water bottle and tossing it back into your bag. You shot Yuta a quick glance over your shoulder. “Wait for me to finish, yeah?”

He nodded still dazed.

I lowkey feel bad for Rima I know she’s fuming imagine you were meant to go out with someone and they go off to a baseball game instead LMFAOAOSOEIE skill issue + take a year off and focus on yourself😕 (only aimed at rika)

No Megumi did not save her number tf you think this is + the only reason he changed it was because rika would not stop asking about yuta

Now he has to change it again ffs. Who leaked his number to the opps 🤦‍♀️

Yuta only knew there was baseball practice because you can kind of see the field from his bedroom window. He got dressed so quickly and almost jumped out of his window

Toge was tweaking because yuta told him he was going out to cover his shift at the radio station so he wouldn’t snitch

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[mrsclrakey]

Big fan of your writing. Could you pls do one where reader is showing too much PDA with Clarkey and it becomes a bit angsty as he confronts you with it, but it all comes together in the end.

Tysm for the request I hope u like it I tryed my best because I have never wrote something like this before!!!!

STORY NAME-👐Too much👐

George had never been the best with public affection. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you—he did, more than anything—but he’d always preferred the little things. The quiet hand squeezes under the table, the lingering glances across a room, the way you always seemed to reach for him without thinking.

But lately, it felt… different.

Like now, at this party, with too many eyes watching as you pressed into his side, laughing a little too loudly at something he’d said. Your hand slid down his chest, lingering longer than usual. And when you reached up to kiss his cheek, George stiffened.

You felt it immediately.

Still, you pretended not to notice, curling your fingers around his wrist. “Come dance with me,” you grinned.

He hesitated, then carefully pulled his arm from your grasp. “I think I’ll sit this one out.”

That should’ve been it. But the way his voice was clipped, the way his jaw tightened—it wasn’t just about not wanting to dance.

Something was wrong.

You tried to shake it off, but as the night dragged on, George grew quieter. And when you reached for his hand again, he gently—almost too gently—moved it away.

By the time you got home, the silence between you felt unbearable.

You barely stepped inside before turning to him. “Alright, what’s going on?”

George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Do you even realize how much you’ve been all over me lately?”

The words stung.

You blinked, taken aback. “What?”

He sighed, leaning against the counter. “I just… It’s a lot, okay? The constant touching, the PDA—it’s not me.”

Your stomach twisted. “So what, I embarrass you?”

His head snapped up. “No, that’s not—”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Then what is it, George? Because all I’ve been doing is showing that I love you.”

He ran a hand over his face. “And I love you too. But I don’t need to prove it to everyone in a room.”

The words came out sharper than intended, and the second they left his mouth, regret flickered across his face. But it was too late.

Your shoulders dropped. “Right. Got it.”

You turned away, but he was already reaching for you, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not pulling, just holding.

“Wait,” he said, softer now. “That came out wrong.”

You didn’t turn, but you didn’t move away either.

He exhaled, stepping closer. “I love you, alright? More than I know what to do with sometimes. I just… I want us to be for us—not for everyone watching.”

Your chest ached. You weren’t even sure if it was from hurt or from how much you got it—how much you got him.

After a beat, you sighed, turning back to face him. “I just like showing you off, y’know?”

George huffed a small laugh, tugging you into his chest. “You can do that in ways that won’t make me feel like I’m suffocating.”

You nuzzled into his hoodie. “Like what?”

He smirked, tilting your chin up. “Like this.”

And then, without hesitation, he kissed you—slow, deep, just yours.

Not for anyone else.

Just for you.