#making a reference to it in this reply and caused thoughts

[21wanderer]

"Alternate ending" - The Wild One

There was unease in Wrightsville - since the biker gang the Black Rebels Motorcycle Club (BRMC) had driven into the sleepy Californian town, the townsfolk had been concerned and worried what trouble this large group of disaffected youths could cause in their normally peaceful place.

The bikers were led by Johnny Strabler, a young man of few words, but revered by his gang. A rebel without a cause. Strong, cool, confident and untouchable - or so he thought.

Having caused commotion at a motorcycle rally in Carbonville, the BRMC had moved on to stir up trouble somewhere else - that eventually led them to Wrightsville. One might think that one knows how this story ends… But this time it's different. ---

It was only about 1 o'clock in the afternoon on the day of BRMC's arrival, when the elderly Chief Harry Bleeker, the only police officer in the sleepy town, entered the Wrightsville pharmacy.

The bell rang like always, but nothing felt normal today, the boisterous gang had only been here for a couple of hours, but it felt like days and the whole town was nervous. This included Chief Bleeker, who now felt like he was on the toughest assignment of his career.

"Hey Doc." Chief Bleeker greeted the pharmacist. Though he wasn't a doctor, he was very knowledgeable in medicine and biochemistry, thus everybody in town referred to him as 'Doc'.

"Hey Chief." Doc replied.

"I need something for my nerves." Bleeker said trying to hide his nervousness.

"Got something right here for ya, Chief." Doc said, almost as if he had expected Bleeker to ask.

Doc attempted to hand Chief Bleeker the bottle, but Bleeker declined with a hand gesture.

"Please give a glass of water, I'll be takin' 'em straight away." Bleeker muttered.

Doc went to get a glass of water for the Bleeker, who opened the pill bottle pouring two pills into his hand, before he put the bottle back on the countertop.

"Seems like our loud and rowdy visitors have done a number on ya, Chief." Doc said as Bleeker swallowed the pills followed by the water.

"Yes…" Bleeker replied glumly, his grip tightened on the empty glass, "never in my time, had I thought that I would end up in situation like this…"

Doc put the pill bottle back behind the counter, not responding to Bleeker's plight.

Bleeker sighed.

"It's like sitting on a tickin' time-bomb. Everyone's on edge - not that I blame 'em - if the situation somehow escalates, I don't think I can handle it."

"Yeah, I don't envy you." Doc replied, resting at the counter looking over Bleeker's shoulder to look through the window facing the street. "It's the calm before the storm, but they are like nomads-"

"Nomads?! 'Locusts' is more like it. If I don't put my foot down, we risk that these hooligans start feeling at home… I've heard of other towns, where that happened… I really don't wanna see that here."

He paused, but when Doc didn't respond he continued:

"Kleiner noticed that I hesitated to act, when those hoodlums made him crash his car. And I think they noticed too."

Bleeker sighed again.

"If I was smart I would be skipping town just like you, Doc."

Doc wasn't pleased with Bleeker's insinuation.

"You know very well, Chief, that I am not 'skipping' town for at least another 3 months. So I will have to live through this, just like the rest of you."

There was a long pause. It almost felt peaceful in contrast to what might be happening on Wrightsville's streets...

Chief Bleeker, lost in thought, began speaking again, Doc was confused at first, but he quickly figured that Bleeker was in a train of thought, now saying it aloud:

"It's their leader Johnny - Johnny Strabler, he strides around the town like he owns it, and his men follow him around like puppy-dogs. He doesn't say much, but he radiates an attitude - I don't know what to call it - a dominance, that makes his crew follow him without question, they're wrapped around his finger."

"Hmmm..." Doc said, breaking the officer's flow of thinking and made him look at him, "listen Chief, I may be able to help you... But it may be a little 'drastic'."

"The situation seems to call for it," Bleeker replied, "but thank you, if you can help in any way, it'll be appreciated."

"Very well, then listen very carefully…"

---

Bleeker left Doc's pharmacy twenty minutes later, and it didn't take long, before he was forced into action against the rebellious youths. A brawl had broken out, outside Bleeker's brother, Frank's, café.

Some townsfolk had already intervened, having incapacitated a biker, who looked like he'd already had way too much, and struggled to get out of the grip of the town's mechanic, while still trying to stand up straight.

"We'll be taking this punk to the cell, Chief," the mechanic said, and headed towards the police station.

Chief Bleeker was forced to step between the mechanic and the biker gang members present trying to calm them down, fortunately it was only a handful - for now.

It didn't however take long, before the BRMC had gathered outside the police station, yelling and screaming, really trying to escalate the situation. Bleeker did his best to stay calm, but he was nervous, and he knew the biker gang could tell.

"Look - I've told you already, your friend is NOT under arrest, he's only in the drunk tank to sleep it off. Once he has sobered up, he'll be free to leave (just like the rest of you)."

Bleeker returned to his office, uncertain if he had actually improved the situation and managed to calm down the rowdy crowd outside. As long as they stayed outside, that would be a good sign at least - unless they started causing chaos elsewhere…

It seemed inevitable, that something bad would happen, soon, very soon - a single spark igniting the powder barrel, and if he was to prevent it… He had to reflect on Doc's proposition. ---

A couple of hours later, Chief Bleeker walked back outside, the crowd was still there, but they seemed to have dispersed a bit. Bleeker pulled together all the courage he could muster, before loudly and clearly addressing Johnny.

"Johnny? Will you please come into the station and pick up your friend, please?" Bleeker tried to sound both authoritative, but also polite at the same time, not knowing if he was successful at either. Johnny didn't say a word, he just raised his eyebrows, and began to walk towards Bleeker, the crew followed his movement. "J-Just Johnny please," Bleeker said trying not to stammer. Johnny turned his head, looking at his gang, then with that smooth and cool voice, he simply said: "Alright, I'll take care of it, guys," and followed Bleeker inside.

Once the doors was firmly closed behind him, Bleeker turned to Johnny, gesturing him towards his office. "Johnny, can I talk with you privately for just a minute, please?" Johnny was silent, but the silence spoke volumes - he was confident and in full charge of the situation, a lone 'octogenarian' cop was no threat to him, so he might as well humour that old geezer, not that anything he could say to him would change anything.

As soon as they were inside, Bleeker took his chance and jabbed a syringe with a clear liquid into Johnny's neck. Johnny instinctively reached for it, but collapsed on the floor, his body convulsing, Bleeker fell down alongside him, holding the syringe firmly in his hand, making sure it was emptied inside Johnny's neck.

When he was sure the syringe was empty, Bleeker managed to get back on his feet, exchanging a final gaze with Johnny, who looked at him with the strongest contempt in his eyes, before his head collapsed, hitting the floor.

Bleeker stood still in the office, still holding the empty syringe in his hand. The unconscious Johnny seemed to slowly shrink, as a visible vapour left every orifice of the youth's body. Carefully Bleeker pushes Johnny's over with his foot making it face upwards. Despite that Doc had told exactly what would happen, Bleeker was still disturbed by the sight, but it also filled him with awe.

Johnny's insides were clearly gone, no bones, no organs, not even his eyes, which were now just empty holes. But his skin remained, stretchy and flexible - and able to be worn. With shaking hands Bleeker undressed what remained of Johnny, discarding all the biker gang leader's clothes in a pile.

He held up the skin amazed at the result. This is crazy, Doc, he thought. Running a hand through the Johnny's hair and over the face, that felt like a deflated balloon, Bleeker flipped the skin over, so he could enter through the mouth as Doc had instructed.

It was a bizarre, yet exhilarating experience. Getting his feet in place was difficult with his aching back, but he had no intention to stop. Taking Johnny's body for himself was a drastic move, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Sliding the skin upwards his frail legs felt stronger and grounded, once they were covered by Johnny's.

Excitedly Bleeker looked down at his new manhood, it was erect and pulsing with vitality, he had lost long ago. How many girls (and guys) must have felt this? he thought as he stroked it. Not enough, a wicked thought said in the back of his head.

Pulling the skin further up, Bleeker's wrinkled and sun-worn skin was replaced by Johnny's smooth and youthful. There were bruises and scars, for sure, but Johnny was a fighter and had probably been in countless bar brawls and fistfights before. He felt his new abs, there was no denying, that this guy was strong, Bleeker had a feeling that if Johnny got into a fight, he'd always win, maybe then it's only fitting, that his muscles serve me now, Bleeker thought, given that I bested him.

Bleeker thrust down his hand into Johnny's throat and into his smooth, muscular arms. Once it was firmly in place, he twisted and stretched it, feeling an unfamiliar strength, that now worked for him. He flexed, and it responded flawlessly. The other arm followed suit - and Bleeker was now only moments away from a new existence.

Stretching Johnny's mouth a final time, so it could fit over his head. Bleeker completed the transformation. Bleeker massaged Johnny's face and it all fell into place. He felt a jolt of energy causing through his entire body, and he opened his eyes, Johnny's eyes. Looking down himself there was no doubt that it was a complete success, this body was his.

He ran a hand over his impressive new chest, feeling the heat and the smooth, soft chest hair under his fingers. 'Johnny' looked at the clock, realising how much time had passed. He'd need to get going before the gang, his gang, stormed the station.

'Johnny' slipped on his underwear, his jeans, his socks and stepped into his solid motorcycle boots. He pulled the sweaty t-shirt over his head, pleased with how he recognised the smell as his own. He put on Johnny's hat, before setting his sight on Johnny's leather biker jacket. It was Johnny's crown, the very garment, that told the world who he was, and what he represented.

Mine, was all that Bleeker could think as he picked up the jacket, this is going to look so good on me. The leather creaked as Bleeker claimed Johnny's jacket as his own, pushing his rejuvenated arms into its sleeves. There was a very devilish satisfaction in buckling the belt, then slowly zipping the zipper to his chest. Bleeker smiled as he looked down at the "Johnny", his new name, written on the jacket, just above the heart. Mine.

Bleeker caught his reflection in a mirror and grinned, his new reflection - young, strong, confident, handsome, respected, uncontested, feared - and the epitome of cool.

"Yeah," Bleeker said with the youth's smooth silky voice, he flexed a leather-clad arm, it still responded flawlessly "I could get used to this." He grabbed his keys and with a confident swagger walked towards the drunk tank, where a slightly groggy gang member was lying. Bleeker unlocked the door, the rattling metal caused the biker to look up at Johnny. Bleeker smirked, he knew that Johnny would have done the same, no words needed.

Outside the police station it looked like all the BRMC members had gathered, waiting for Johnny and their buddy. "Alright!" 'Johnny' said firmly, looking at the crowd. It was a completely different experience. The gang looked at him with respect and admiration, almost reverence.

"We're outta here!"

He didn't have to say anything else. They would follow him without question. It was a power and respect that Bleeker hadn't felt in decades - if ever. 'Johnny' made his way through the crowd and they followed him like an entourage back to where their motorcycles were parked. 'Johnny' smirked at the sight of Johnny's motorcycle. Johnny didn't show much emotion, but Bleeker was very excited as he mounted Johnny's bike, his bike, but he hid that excitement behind Johnny's cool demeanour - his cool demeanour.

'Johnny' revved the engine, feeling a surge of adrenaline and youth, he hadn't felt in eons. He slipped on Johnny's sunglasses with a faint smile, then he took off - and the gang followed him.

'Johnny' had led the gang out of Wrightsville, he didn't know where he would lead them, but he knew that he had an undeniable power over them, they were his gang now, and they would follow his rules. And if there was ever any sign of dissent, Johnny had several more of Doc's syringes stored safely inside the pocket of his biker jacket. Maybe he could turn some of these delinquent youths into more 'productive members of society' - but for now, he was the Wild One.

[insomniac4000]

can you do a fic about chris x reader, where sharon meets reader for the first time on maybe like see it off with becky and reader and sharon both start telling their steamy stories with Chris to kinda one up each other

See It Off. ChrisMD

Hope you don't mind, I couldn't write Shannon mean! So I just had them swap stories and bond.

It was still difficult for you to comprehend you were in demand and people wanted you on their shows and Podcasts. You had only been doing Youtuber for fifteen months, but things had exploded very quickly in that time. You did travel but also you did book reviews; people loved you for your honesty and laid back attitude. One person who fell for it in particular was ChrisMD. The pair of you had meet at a Youtuber’s conference eight months ago and after a couple of months of texting Chris finally bit the bullet and asked you out for a drink, neither of you had looked back since. Recently, after six months of dating you had gone public you had your reservations but on the whole it had gone well. You had slowly been bought into the larger UK Youtube scene over the past month or so and now Becky had asked you to go on see it off.

Originally Becky had asked both you and Chris to go on together. He unwaveringly refused “Look what happened last time I went on that show! Nope I’ve grown to like you and I want to keep you,” Chris commented.

Of course he was referring to the fact that when him and Shannon appeared together they broke up the very next day.

Shannon.

When the message came through from Becky that she had a great idea if Chris couldn’t make you never thought you would read the words Shannon. She wanted both of you to appear together, said it would be a “laugh.”

You had met Shannon twice, once before Chris and you had got together at an event and once afterwards at Becky’s birthday party. She was nothing but kind and gracious, Chris having spoken about you to her a lot. This was on another level though, it rattled you a little but after some assurances from Becky that Shannon was on board and it would be fun you agreed.

“Hello lovely!” Becky’s wonderful sing song Welsh voice rang out the studio. You smiled nervously and gave her a hug.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good how are you? Welcome to my pub!” Becky exclaimed, you smiled and looked around the place, the bar was incredibly well stocked and up on a bar stool already was Shannon, a glass of wine in front of her. She smiled warmly at you and waved, you sent a polite smile back but felt the nerves bubbling inside you.

“Want a pre drink?” Becky asked, you nodded silently and followed her to the bar area as Shannon poured a third glass of wine, this one was yours.

“Before we start I just wanted to ask if there was anything maybe you were uncomfortable with talking about? I’d hate for this to be awkward so just wanted to lay stuff down first?” Shannon suggested. You nodded.

“Chris and I agreed we’d talk about some stuff but keep a lot of it under wraps. I don’t know how I’ll feel after a couple of drinks though,” you smile and Shannon and Becky giggled.

You made some small talk but soon the cameras were rolling, hair and make up was touched up a little bit and it was go time.

“Hello and welcome back to see if off with strong questions and even stronger drinks! Today we have a treat for you as we have two beautiful babes with me today in Shannon and Y/N!” The three of you started clapping.

“The pair of you ready to drink?” Becky asked with a small smile.

“Well we’ve already started,” you replied with a smile causing the other two to giggle.

The premise of the video was simple, if you hesitate answering a question you drink. Things started off quite lightly, talking about videos and then it moved onto people you had met that you didn’t really like or click with very much. Both you and Shan had hesitated a little bit with it so you both had to drink a rum and coke.

Then the inevitable happened.

“So obviously you two have something in common or should I say someone in common, a certain Christopher Dixon also known as ChrisMD so I would like to know what has been your favourite date from the little hobbit.” You and Shannon looked at each other and shared a smirk which counted as a hesitation meaning you both needed to drink, it was wine again this time.

“Not a date as such but we went to Iceland and it honestly to this day is my favourite holiday.” Shannon answered while you thought of your answer.

“Probably my birthday a couple of weeks ago. He took me to my favourite play and Chris is not a musicals guy at all but sat through it for me and took me to this restaurant that I talked about once and mentioned it was my favourite meal so booked it for us. He often says he has a terrible memory and that’s true to some extent,” you started and Shannon nodded in agreement, you continued. “But he remembers the things that really matter and is thoughtful.”

“He is, he is always on his phone and it can drive you mad but you realise he’s just jotting things down so he doesn’t forget them later,” Shannon added.

“Okay, next question have you two ever compared notes?” Becky asked, a wide and sly grin on her face. You looked at Shannon again and bit your bottom lip slightly. In the time between Shannon and yourself Chris had made a bit of a reputation for himself for his bedroom antics and you had to admit you were a very happy customer. Part of you had wondered if he was naturally gifted or if it came with experience.

“Not yet,” Shannon’s response caused you to almost choke on your drink, you coughed.

“Is that what you do in the bedroom too?” Becky asked at your choking, the three of your then collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“He prefers the other way,” you replied now feeling bold from all the drinks you had consumed.

“Oh absolutely!” Shannon agreed and the pair of you giggled again.

“You know I can see that the dirty little boy!” Becky added raising her glass , the three women then clinked their glasses laughing between each other and took a sip. The video now became more about the drinking then playing the game.

“So his top shagger status is true then?” Becky asked, it wasn’t one of the questions he had on the card she just wanted to have a bit of a gossip now.

“I mean I never had any complaints even at the time.” Shannon smiled.

“He’s very giving,” you added sipping your drink once more.

“Oh absolutely, he puts other people’s needs before his own. I think he’s always been that way.”

“And he’ll try another once,” you spoke again.

Becky just sat in her way the biggest shit eating grin on her face as you and Shannon continued to bond over Chris’s bedroom adventures.

Eventually the conversation moved to other things but Becky was safe in the knowledge that this would be a good video.

You didn’t tell Chris too much about what had said, he did notice how tipsy you were and you told him that you and Shannon had a good time and you completely understood why he fell for her because she was beautiful and sweet but not much beyond that. You told him his name came up “a couple of times” but he didn’t know how much until the video was  released a couple of weeks later.

He watched it.

Of course he watched it, he was a curious little kitty and when he watched it, it almost killed him. You had to admit you couldn’t remember everything you said that day and you didn’t know what made the edit. Chris was at home, watching it with George which was a massive mistake as he already had lots of ideas on how to make content out of it already. You were filming but the pair of you had already made plans to meet up for dinner that night at your favourite ramen place. Chris was already there which was slightly unusual, sitting down at a booth. You walked over and indicated to the server that you were with someone and sat down opposite him.

“Hey you.” You gave him your usual greeting.

“So, youtube now know I love eating out and my dick leans slightly to the left,” he replied. He tried to look pissed off but he had that mischievous glint in his eye.

“We were complimentary too…” you tailed off, hoping the waiter would come over soon with a drink order. A big one.”

“Yeah. Four times in one day compared to her three and the hour session,” he replied this time his smile growing on his face.

“If I apologise and promise never to do it again will you agree to never take all those things away from me,” you suggested, genuinely looking remorseful.

“Fine. But next time you and Shan bond please don’t let it be on camera.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

[lockedtowers]

honestly cassies way too unbothered by j/effersons essentially stalking habits and its sort of concerning

[stjernec]

Head in hands.

🤲🤲 I'm praying for my self-restraint. I do NOT have time to write an 8 page MLA formatted essay on the fact that Sebastian is an abuser. 🤲🤲

[readwritealldayallnight]

“-other than that, wasn’t so bad.” Simon says, readjusting the material of the balaclava across the bridge of his nose with his free hand. His other hand is busy, keeping yours warm as you lead him down sidewalk after sidewalk.

The two of you have just finished having Sunday morning brunch at a local cafe, something you insisted was becoming ‘tradition’ after the second time it happened. And according to you, after finishing eating, (Simon never wanting to hear a word about you paying for a thing) the next part of this lazy morning routine calls for strolling about at a pace that he would normally find pointless, if not downright frustrating. But for you, he slows down.

“Butcher’s an interesting first job.” You reply, nodding along in thought. You picture a younger Simon, fresh out of school, probably fresh faced as well. He was likely as tall, though not yet as muscular as the military would make him. A meat clever in hand, bloody apron around his waist, he was likely still inadvertently intimidating people back then the way he does now. “I was mostly just taking babysitting jobs until I graduated. Liked it well enough.”

“I actually had to babysit a neighbour one time, when I was younger. Actual baby at tha’ too.” He tells you with a chuckle, slightly shaking his head at the memory.

“What?” You laugh as well, the image in your mind now swapping out the meat clever in a teenaged Simon’s grip for a drooling infant. “How did that work out?”

“Neighbour comes bangin’ on our door, she’s carryin’ the thing, it’s screamin’ its bloody little head off,” You roll your eyes at the way Simon refers to the child, swatting his arm playfully but listening on. “She tells me her husband thinks he’s havin’ a fuckin’ heart attack. None o’ the other neighbours are home or answerin’ the door. ‘Fore I know it, she’s passin’ me the kid, askin’ if mum can watch her while she drives him to the hospital. Next thing I know she’s gone and I’m left with the thing.”

“Oh my gosh! Well where was your mum?” You ask, in disbelief that you’ve never heard this story from him before, half wondering if he’s pulling your leg.

“She wasn’t home, I can tell you that! Only me and the new lil’ orphan were.” He utters, strengthening his grip on your hand as you start to hunch over with laughter.

“Okay so wait, you were home alone? Oh no! How long did you have to ‘babysit’ for?” You giggle.

“Well technically Tommy was there but he would’ve only been a hindrance, told him to stay in his room.” Simon adds, pulling his hand out of yours, only to wrap it around your shoulder, now that you’ve come to a standstill at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. “Fuckin’ nearly 4 hours went by before mum came home and took over. Longest hours o’ my life. I think that might’ve been the day I enlisted actually.”

You elbow his side as you continue to laugh, seeing that he’s teasing you at the end now. You open your mouth to tease him right back, but your eye catches sight of the shop you’ve been standing in front of, jaw dropping wider.

“Simon!” You’re pulling him with a strength he would otherwise be impressed by if he wasn’t so suddenly caught off guard, senses kicking into high alert now as his head swivels in search of the cause of your distress. “How have we never seen this before??”

Oh.

He should’ve known better.

He actually had been avoiding taking you down this street for a little while now, but had been too caught up in his story telling to notice the direction you’d taken in him. His subtle effort of wrapping his arm around you to tilt you away from the storefront obviously hadn’t worked out. He opens his mouth to answer, but can only sigh when you’re already making your way towards the entrance of the pet store.

“We’re only lookin’, right?” He asks loud enough for you to hear as he follows you in.

Wrong.

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : roommate!hamzah goes bald .. & "we listen and we don't judge"

roommate!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : blurb and smau in which hamzah is bald now and roommate!reader begs him to do the tiktok trend "we listen and we don't judge"

mickey speaks : hiii love u slushies & more of my hamzah works can be found here <3

─────────── · · ୨୧ · · ───────────

youruser

Liked by kynewman, mandys_iphone, and others

yourusername this lyfe toooooo sweet 💭❤️

View all comments

enyaumanzor hi ur so fucking cute • ♥︎ by author

yourusername MUUAHHHHH

mandys_iphone my heart skipped a beat • ♥︎ by author

yourusername can i get a little kiss kiss?

thatmartinkid Uh well no cus she's actually my Girlfriend 🤓!

yourusername omg go somewhere else lil boy !!!!!

ynfan ooooweeeeee i needed this yes lawdd • ♥︎ by author

hamzahandyntruther RIP HAMZAH CURLS and HELLO HAMY/N CONTENT!!!!!! #loserscanalsobewinners 🤔? • ♥︎ by author

hamzahthefantastic mmmbruh • ♥︎ by author

yourusername mmmmokay

•

•

•

--- we listen and we don't judge

you start the video and lean back to get you both in frame, causing hamzah to yelp in panic as he tries to push his beanie down over his head quicker, "wait!" his voice strains and you giggle before cutting the clip.

it cuts to both of you silently staring at the camera before hamzah smirks and makes you both laugh.

"okay this one's serious," you say as you lean back after starting the video once more, entirely overlapping hamzah's space (not that he minds). you grab your notebook from beside you on the couch, "ready?"

hamzah who has been following your movements the entire time, is already looking at you when you look over to him, "girl, i've been ready. you're the one with the giggles"

"the attitude is crazy"

"aht!" he raises a finger while stretching his arm behind you to rest on top of the soft couch, "what do we do?"

you catch on and nod your head with him as you reply together, "we listen and we don't judge"

"right!" he exclaims harshly, catching you off guard, especially when he shakes you by your shoulders slightly. his face drops when you don't laugh and he turns to the camera with his jaw dropped. he shakes his head with a dismissive kiss of his teeth, "wicked reference. you wouldn't get it."

"uh huh, you go first hamzah." he rubs your shoulder before putting his hand back onto the couch to rest.

he clears his throat, "'kay, sometimes when i'm really bored and you're like showering, or something, i move around something in your room. it's like something small you don't notice like switching where a stuffed animal is on your bed or somethin'"

your smile falls the more he speaks, "oh. starting off strong!"

the camera cuts and you're both overly-smiling, "we listen and we don't judge!!"

"when i'm like really hungry..." you look into his eyes, "this is like middle of the night, right, and i'll go into the kitchen and just sneak a bite or two of your leftovers-"

"oh nahhhh, what the hell??? y/n!"

"no! listen! like, if there's nothing else to eat!"

hamzah pouts slightly, "that's just evil, bro"

"you want me to starve? okay, i'll just starve next time and you'll be sorry!"

"no i won't" he squints his eyes, "and don't start that gaslightin-"

the clip cuts to you both excitedly repeating, "we listen and we don't judge!"

"well sometimes when you get home late from hanging out with people i'll hop in bed and fake being asleep because i like it when you sit there and harass me to wake up," he smiles menacingly.

"ew, you're a freak! you like when i beg for your attention???" you question while laughing.

"well yes!"

"we listen and we don't judge!"

"i hid your contacts for like three days once because i thought you looked cute with your glasses on" you say it with a smile as if it wasn't such a devious act.

"what?" hamzah turns to laugh at you, "pardon???"

"we listen and we don't judge."

"well, i got really drunk once and peed in your bathtub."

your face is still before you blink and look at him with a smile threatening to split, "when was this??"

"uhhhh, i dunno. i think like a month or two ago, but martin was using your toilet and i literally couldn't hold it-"

"so you pissed in my tub with martin stood inches away?"

hamzah begins to laugh so hard he can barely get out his breathy, "yes, exactly"

"i actually hate the image you just put in my head oh my god!!!!" you squeal and melt yourself into your cascading giggle-fit and sink further into hamzah's side.

you both laugh together- the kind of laughter that overpowers your entire being, when your eyes are squinted and there is no air in your lungs to produce an abundant sound any longer.

hamzah breaks his hold on you to wipe his eyes and reach for your phone yelling, "turn this shit off"

it cuts to a final clip of you smiling with your head resting on top of hamzah's as you pet his beanie-clad head, "bald!"

"enough!!!" the video gets blurry before cutting off as hamzah manhandles you off of him.

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron’s wife going into labor on his birthday or the day before and gives birth on his birthday?

only more reasons to celebrate

happy birthday aaron 🥰 & the abridged version of ellie's debut!! (now it's official she and aaron share a birthday <3) cw; fem pregnant!reader, (sad) references to 9x5 and takes place end of 9x6, vague childbirth talk with no specific details, fluff!!! wc; 1.3k

"Happy almost birthday. I'll keep it on the DL." You heard Penelope utter to Aaron, faintly as she walked past him.

"Thank you." He replied, finding your eyes and offering a wink.

Come tomorrow, he was confident it would be anything but on the down low. He knew you, and although you were about ready to pop, you would go all out for him as much as you possibly could.

And he was right - you and Jack had already planned his day out to a T, beginning with a birthday banner and all.

"Okay everybody, I guess it's time-" Penelope spoke to the group, embracing her role as hostess, holding the team's very first Day of the Dead party.

You smiled to yourself at their brief exchange, your eyes flicking between the two of them. Your heart warmed, especially when Aaron sidled alongside you, a hand finding your lower back.

After the last few weeks, after what Aaron had endured, there was only more of a reason to celebrate. His close proximity; the heat radiating from his body, the smell of his cologne, choked you up immediately.

Sole reminders he was in fact, here.

Undergoing emergency surgery, fighting for his life - all of which nearly sent you into an early labor - once again he had defied all odds. It could've been very likely you could've been celebrating his birthday without him, talking to him through a candle as he and Jack did to Haley.

You immediately pushed the thought from your mind. It petrified you. Losing him. Bringing your baby into the world without him. Jack losing another parent. Life without Aaron. You couldn't afford to think like that.

And now, with that in the past, it finally felt as if life were settling back down. As much as it could, at least. The newest Hotchner addition soon to make their arrival into your family.

"Hey," You said softly, mumbling underneath Penelope's spiel. "I love you."

His hand moved from your back to your shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "I love you."

But despite your want for a bit of normalcy, it was interrupted by twinge erupting in your body. It wasn't your first little pang either, but you figured - it couldn't be. Not yet.

JJ, on the other hand, was keyed in onto you. She's been studying you all night long, throughout all of Penelope's planned extravaganzas - appetizers, the remembrances, enjoying the party. From every movement, reaction, facial expression.

It wasn't until the strongest contraction hit, and when you were beginning to seriously question it. She, out of all people, would know. She nearly did the same thing herself.

"What?" You innocently asked, despite the fact you knew, as her intensifying stare hadn't lifted from you in a fair few minutes. You flinched slightly, pain written across your face. You lowered your hand, deciding against the hors d'oeuvres you had been reaching for.

"How far apart are they?"

That was all JJ had to say, causing an instant standstill in the room. Aaron's eyes widened as they shot to you, realization filling them within a second. The rest of the team's conversations came to a halt, anticipating eyes on you. An excited squeal escaped Penelope.

Everything after that was a blur. Aaron getting you to the car in a frenzy; a very calm, and collected frenzy. Getting to the hospital, checking in, and experiencing the highs and lows of childbirth. At one point, you certainly cut off the circulation in Aaron's hand.

Come mid morning and an epidural later, she was here.

"Sorry for overshadowing your birthday." You took a break from admiring the little one swaddled in your arms to glance at your husband. It was hard to tear your gaze away. She was perfect.

And not only did you feel an outpouring amount of love for her, but Aaron as well. Viewing him in a different, lovingly light. It felt as if your chest could burst with infatuation. She was half you, half him. The two of you brought this bundle of joy into the world, together.

"Are you kidding?" Aaron gave you an almost offended look from where he was seated beside you, before a smile overtook his face. He pressed a kiss to your temple, gazing at your daughter too. "This is easily, easily the best birthday I could ever imagine. You've given me the greatest gift. Thank you for making it even more special, sweetheart."

The happiness on your face grew, and he immediately gave you a kiss. You could feel his smile.

"Thank you for making me a Dad again."

Later in the day, Jack's head poked through the crack of the door, a grinning Jessica behind him.

"Hey," Aaron beckoned the two of them in, both entering slowly. Jess had a plastic tray of cupcakes in hand. Celebrations were in order, times two.

"Hi Mom, Dad."

Jack hesitantly approached, surprisingly shy. You imagined Jessica had given him the quiet talk on the way up. Either that, or maybe he was still a bit weary from when he visited Aaron in the hospital a few weeks ago - there was the smallest bit of worrisome furrowed in his brows.

Jess stepped off to the side, allowing the four of you to have your moment.

"Hi buddy." You greeted as your eyes immediately welled up, the emotion clear in your voice; overwhelmed from enduring childbirth, your hormones everywhere, and the pure happiness coursing through your veins. "Wanna meet your sister?"

It was surreal too; Jack finally meeting his little sibling. After months of excitement, preparation, talks of what life would be like with a new addition. The time had finally arrived.

Right now. Right now was the beginning of their bond that was sure to be the most special thing.

"Sister?" His face lit up, any remaining hesitations aside as he made it to your bedside, attempting to lean over to get a clearer view. "She's a girl?"

"Here, careful." Aaron's hands extended forward, helping him onto the hospital bed. You were sore, multiple IVs were poking into you, and to make certain the baby wasn't disrupted by any of the movement.

Jack nestled gently into your side, peering at her in absolute awe. The smallest of breaths left him, you could feel his exhale on your arm. "I can't believe that's really her. She's so tiny."

"Isn't she? Can you believe you were this small once?" You asked, adjusting the blanket to expose a bit more of her face. At the action, Aaron's posture straightened, ready to assist if needed, or to simply do it for you. He was definitely worried you'd somehow overexert yourself. "Are you up for holding her?"

Jack's expression widened, nodding vigorously as Aaron did help this time - moving her from your arms to his, and ensuring the back of her head was supported. The classic pillow-under-the elbow strategy.

Once settled, her eyes opened for a moment, blinking up at her big brother, as if she knew she was being held by him. Jack's gaze lifted in shock, glancing between you and Aaron. Once again, cue your tears.

"What's her name?"

"Eleanor." Aaron answered proudly, another smile tugging on his lips. You met his gaze, grinning.

"She shares a birthday with you Dad." Jack stated, using the side of his index finger to brush her cheek. "That's so cool. You guys are like twins."

"Yeah well, we'll see how much Eleanor likes it as she gets older."

You playfully rolled your eyes, your reaction causing a chuckle to exit Aaron. His hand found the back of your head, lovingly smoothing your hair down.

"It's very cool." Aaron still confirmed, his heart full. "I was just telling Mom, this is one the best presents I could ever receive."

"And two birthdays mean two birthday cakes." Jack looked up at his father, grinning from ear to ear. "Ellie will love it."

[grotesquevi]

about those smut prompts, 59 and 16 with ellie?

‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎qué calor hará sin vos en verano.

cw   # 18+ mdni, ellie's packing in this sue me, she also has a serious oral fixation, strap sucking (also refered as cock), dom!ellie no regrets i love switching, dirty talk, she's a little rough in the end lets go pride month. this is part of an smuull celebration as i reached 1k followers, the reqs are now closed to this dynamic tkm.

‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ wc: 1.7k || 1k directory || previous

it's always like that. traps you in a butterfly net when her kisses makes you inebriate of her hands, to the amount of time she's been kissing you, demanding in a constant pull and release — sometimes your study buddy's kind enough to let you take over, but others she's using her hand to keep you still, fingers gripping on the sides of your face tightly cause she wants to invade you, spread her very own self in the corners of your mind until she's all you can think about.

so ellie knows. knows about how you get turned on when her lips get swollen, when yours seem to hold a pulse on their own and you look at her with those bedroom eyes she cannot resist: she's been planning it all along. now you forgot about the huge test you have, your textbooks rest wide open in your bed and you cannot understand why the fuck you choose her to be your study pal when it always ends up like this.

it seems irrelevant now even when that was the whole reason for meeting up in the first place, you can't be failing the most important algebra test of the semester but either way you're there, letting her kiss you with that cocky i-just-won-the-lottery grin you've experienced before.

her thumb follow the edges of your mouth, skin that beneath ellie's fingers does nothing but tingle as you bite the digit before she's suddenly blurting out: — "i'm packing."

"what?- is this a new thing i should be aware of?" you ask cause it's damn stupid to pretend you haven't been fucking her before, that it wasn't new. "hold on, did you plan this all along?"

"it's not my fault you didn't get the memo to it, i was eye-fucking you the entire class."

"no you weren't" you are quick to reply almost rolling your eyes in response — damn liar. "you were falling asleep. i really needed help with this though."

"so no more kisses, then?" her declaration makes you scrunch your nose in response as she's putting some distance between your body and her's cause the little fucker loves to tease, make you mad before she's all over you again: is it that easy to pull away? "no more kisses. focus on algebra. i get it."

and ellie's actually explaining the next exercise, making you try your best, rarely good at pretending you're listening, slightly furrowed brows like you are thinking about what she's saying when in reality, you're too damn distracted in the details she spilled like a shared secret: she's fucking packing.

is it too dirty to be trying to look down in between her legs? how the fuck did you not notice before? it's there and its surely making you distracted.

"sooo- packing."

"are you listening? that's not algebra" it makes ellie laugh utterly pleased: she knows how to get under your skin, pester all your thoughts. "dunno, i'm just trying out new things, why not?"

"and how is it? you know, the experience and all."

"weird. but it's good weird- like i'm always prepared for action."

"you are the most stupid girl i've ever talked to" you're joking, she's laughing and god: she so stupidly wants to kiss you, so stupidly wants to pull you closer, let you feel between her legs to prove her point: prepared.

"that's not taking away the fact of how i'm helping you to study a subject you should know" you're close and its a game ellie wants to play at all costs when her hand reaches your hair and she's toying with the strands of it in between her fingers — "did you understood what i talked to you about? the variants."

"yes."

"explain it to me then" the invitation catches you off guard when ellie gives you the pencil she used to resolve the exercise you paid no attention to, staring at the page in dead silence "do it and you'll get a nice reward."

"you're making fun of me," you seem to give up after a moment when you can feel the tension in ellie's gaze and instead, you turn to face her before speaking again. "you know i wasn't paying attention."

"no, cause you're thinking about me," it may be a playful joke but she's serious when saying it, when her hand wraps around your neck as a way to pull you closer when ellie's digits rest against your pulse point. "about me. packing."

"stop making fun of me-"

"i'm not making fun of you" your study buddy shakes her head "do you understand how much your curiosity turns me on? quit fucking around and open up."

christ. her words make so much sense when she's forcing her thumb in the warmth of your mouth, testing you, pushing against your tongue for a moment before going deeper, making the saliva coat you chin almost too quickly as she shoves a second finger inside and jesus fuck.

goes down your throat, makes your gag reflections kick in but you're staying there, there as she fills your mouth and ellie smiles flustered as ever, engulfed in the way your lips close around her fingers when taking her in — "that's good, fuck- that's actually so-so good."

your lips curve into a smile and there it is, that filthiness in the air that drowns ellie's room in a frenzy state, the thin strains of saliva that connected you to her hand, your tangled hair, how already the air's so damn hot to function correctly.

"if you're so curious about me packing, take a closer look then" your breathing hitches on the back of your throat when she's kissing you again like she's not being a damn freak for a moment, withdrawing her fingers only to replace them with her tongue. "on your knees." 

she's suddenly good at giving you commands, at feeling superior when standing tall, making you kneel right in front of her: gentle. be gentle. ellie needs to remember herself a couple of times as her finger’s thread in your hair to guide you down. your hands seem to work on their own when fighting with the button of her jeans, and her chest feels lighter than ever when you're pulling the fabric down her legs and licking your lips like you've come across a new kink.

"it's blue," you point out "are we going for something alien-like?"

is it payback? sure it must be cause ellie's blushing at the mention of the blue dildo that rested against the metal circle attached to the harness on her hips — "should i get a realistic one?"

"no, i was thinking about purple- or pink."

“are you comfortable?” she asks when her fingers are taking you by the chin, making you look up to her to regain your attention. your knees will be sore but the sight of ellie looking down at you with a cocky smile is quite enough to make you nod forgetting any pain. “good. open your mouth then and warm up to my cock. spit.”

she would've done it before if it meant she would have the pleasure to have you like this, gathering a nice amount of saliva before you're spitting right over the dildo as you're using your hand to spread it over, seeking for her approval, any kind of word of reassurance she could provide:

"yeah, like that. you're doing good."

she's gonna get your initials tattooed on the fucking ribs. even if it hurts, even if she regrets it after, she's gonna carry you everywhere, under her skin, always in her flesh. ellie decides it when suffering from fuzzy brain, when she's wishing to the greater powers of the universe on the fact that she should be feeling all of it, how your mouth wraps around the blue toy and she's refraining from moving against your mouth so she can reach deeper, how you're covered on your own saliva when it should be her arousal all over.

"you're getting used to me, baby?" she asks, voice too distant to even try to answer "you just like to please huh? like to be a good girl."

she's slow cause she wants to enjoy it, savor the moment in her mouth like a candy that consumes eternally, like weed burning in rose petals. she moves her hips slowly, plunging herself deeper, holding your head as you're working her out.

how can she not dig the obscenity of it? the sounds you make as you're choking, struggling to breathe as you look up to her with pleading eyes: — "more, you want more?"

she gets you, understands your needs when she's pushing deeper now, when tears appear in the corners of your eyes and you're trying so hard to take her entirely. do good. warm-up, her words settle in the back of your brain when ellie's placing a gentle pace, allowing your mouth to shape up to the dimensions of her cock, throat wrapping around the silicone as you're taking her deeper, deeper and fucking deeper.

it's pathetic when the friction's enough to make ellie close to cum, when she's getting more erratic in between movements and suddenly she's fucking your mouth without gentleness in her actions, getting off from the devastation in your face, on how you force yourself to reach deeper against all odds.

"so pretty with mouth full of cock" the words slur together as there's this lewd sound filling the air, her dick being too slippery when invading your cavity, messing up with your breathing — "bet your pretty cunt will look equally as gorgeous fully stuffed, don't you think?"

you're consumed by her, by her hands grabbing your head as she's using you, on her words of praising, the way the muscles on her stomach seemed to flex with each movement. you'd nod at anything she's saying at this sick point.

"is this the best way to keep your attention? now you hear what i'm saying, baby? i should be teaching you algebra with my cock in your mouth. maybe you'll learn better with a little extra help."

yes. ellie's always right cause how was it?

does not matter how much you try it, you're always there, trying new things, acting like you're her girlfriend, trapped in her butterfly net.

[beardedhotchner]

Little Voice, Big Word

A/N: Hi, this is my first fic that I've posted. I hope you guys enjoy, Amia xx

Pairing: Aaron Hotcher x Reader

Beta'd by: My Sister-Wife, @readbyreid <3 love ya

Summary: The first three times Jack calls Reader 'Mom'

T/W: Mention of Haley, fem!Reader, Reader refered to as Mom, David Rossi (papa pasta), No use of Y/N

The first time Jack Hotchner calls you 'Mom' you think you've misheard him. You're not entirely sure he said it, so you don't bring it to attention. Standing in your kitchen with flour covering the pair of you and the counters (thanks to Jack's ingenuity to play with the sieve), the small boy was having the time of his life.

The attempt at baking cookies long forgotten, Jack more focused on making a mess now. He giggles loudly as his father and your new husband, Aaron, glared at you both playfully. He sighs to himself, stepping into the hall closet to grab the vacuum.

That's when Jack says it. Off the cuff, not even really focusing on his words, he just laughs as he says, "Dad is so tired of us, Mom." With his words broken by laughter and your back to him as you wash your hands, you're sure he didn't say it. So you don't mention it.

Even later on, in bed with Aaron, you don't say anything because you're adamant. No. Jack has a mom. She may not be here with him anymore. But Haley is his mom. Not you. Although you know this to be true, your heart does tingle with warmth at the thought of the small boy you care for as if your own, viewing you in the same way.

The second time he says it, you aren't even around. The way he tells his soccer team about the amazing amusant park his mom and dad took him too, has Aaron's heart soaring. He would never force you into that role if you didn't want it. But when he watches you with Jack, he can't help but feel as though he has a second chance.

"...and Dad said that Mom was a wuss and wouldn't go on the ride cause she was gonna throw up!" Jack tells his teammates animatedly, "And Mom said she was fine. So she did. And Dad was right! Mom threw up in a trash can the moment we got off the ride!" His teammates all 'Ew' aloud at Jack's story, before rushing off to play.

Aaron can feel David Rossi staring at him and choose to not interact. Unfortunately for him, Dave had other plans.

"So... she's Mom now?" Aaron doesn't reply, instead flicking through the papers on his clipboard, Rossi continues, "Big step. She must be touched."

Aaron sighs, "That's the first time he's called her that." He doesn't miss the bemused look Rossi gives him but the soccer game takes his focus for the rest of the day.

The third time, Jack is mumbling to his parents about his day at dinner, pushing the peas around his plate.

You smile softly at him as the small boy yawns and rubs his eyes, "Bed time, handsome." You coo, pinching his cheek as you stand to collect your plates.

Jack's voice is small and whiney as he asks, "Mom, can you put me to bed? I want you to sing..." he rubs his eyes, missing the way you freeze on the spot. Aaron smiles at you, nodding as if to say he's okay with it.

You can't help the huge grin that threatens to spilt your face as you reply softly, "Okay, baby. Go get ready for bed. I'll be up in a second."

Jack nods, jumping down from seat, "Thanks mom." He bolts for his room, leaving you and Aaron alone. Tears threaten to spill and his arms are around you the moment Jack is out of sight.

"Shh, love... it's okay." He rubs your back gently as you look up at him, tears streaking your cheeks.

"I'm his mom." You say quietly. Aaron nods, smiling at you.

"Yes you are."

[sugasugarsuga]

another simple favour

scaramouche x reader

you and scara are in a long-term relationship, only a couple weeks away from your wedding. to protect your privacy, your agency works hard to keep your personal life out of the media, but while blessed with tremendous acting skills that the entire world praises, outside the set, you can’t lie to save your life, so you avoid scara in public in order to not cause dating allegations. as a result, your fans misunderstand and think you guys hate each other.

established relationship, secret relationship, actors au, one shot, fast pace

warnings: kys jokes, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content

scara, lumine, aether are actors. venti’s a singer and producer. yn’s in both industry and childe is childe!

image 15 references hot ones, written portion after image 20 (the call image), small timeskip after image 27

probably ooc sawry i havent played genshin in saur long

ignore timestamps or die

✎ᝰ.

Your phone emits a soft light, brightening up the dim room. Surprised by the sudden call, your phone vibrates in your hands with Scara’s name flashing on the screen.

“Aren’t you busy?”

“No, don’t worry,” he replies, but the distant crowd you hear from the other side of the screen fuels your doubt. Nevertheless, you feel warmth spread throughout your body, knowing he’d drop everything to keep you company—even on days like this.

You recount your day to him and tell him about your experience on the Hot Ones set, how you basically downed an entire gallon of milk after they shut off the cameras because you could still feel the heat burning your throat. He makes fun of you, of course, laughs when you get mad, and then he starts to tell you about his day.

Eventually, your responses dwindle into soft hums of acknowledgment, content to let him lead the conversation. He tells you about Childe raiding his interview in the morning and somehow making it all about him, Lumine and Aether visiting him on set and bringing the entire crew something to eat, and Venti sending him a demo of his new song.

Soon enough, your eyes start to feel heavy, lulled by the sweet sound of your lover’s voice. Your thoughts drift, and Scara’s voice grows distant until you eventually succumb to sleep.

The other end of the line grows quiet, perfectly in tune with you even when separated by a screen.

Scara smiles to himself before whispering sweet nothings into the steady breathing on the other end of the line—words he would’ve had trouble saying in his younger years, back when he first started dating you.

“Goodnight,” he quietly adds before ending the call, bracing himself to open the door back to the people he’d previously barked at to take a break—waiting for him.

✐ᝰ.

SOOO did yall like pls tell me if u did, this was in my drafts for days cus i was tew scared to post (and i couldnt come up w a title lmao)

inspired by the anna kendrick and blake lively drama but i havent even watched their movies yet

i wanted to add the profiles but i used up the 30 image limit accidentally rip. also ik the ending’s rushed nawt my fault i swear, i probably shouldve made this a two shot cus i had more planned for it but we yolo

idk how the film industry works forgive me if this is innacurate its js for funsies BUT IF U DO HMU cus i have another idea but i think theyll be actors again…

yall see the drama in kpoptwt lately krazy

[kurokawaia]

❛ GENTLE ❜

HImejima Gyomei x Fem!Wife!Reader

WC; 1.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, fem pronouns, fem bodied reader, oral -> female receiving, male giving, fingering, praise, slight overstimulation? implied size kink, reader is smaller than Gyomei + probably more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) could you write a Gyomei Himejima x reader smut. Because I think her would be SO gentle if her ate them out. And would constantly check in on her and maybe at the some after care. - ANON

A/NOTE :: This has been re uploaded bc it wasn't showing up in tags :(

m.list | demon slayer m.list

You were sprawled out beneath Gyomei, your legs over his beefy shoulders and your head thrown back against the plushy pillow beneath your head. There was also a smaller pillow propped underneath your hips, Gyomei said that it would make it more comfy for you and it did. He always worried about your pleasure and comfort.

"G-Gyo," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worried about how much your voice was whimpering at the small amount of contact with your most sensitive area.

You squirm under the hold Gyomei's hand on your thighs, back subtly arching into his face, wanting to indulge further in his touch. 

"Yeah," you say breathlessly.

"You'll be alright, my love," Gyomei reassures, placing soft and fluttery kisses on your stomach.

You shiver underneath the simple gestures, awaiting when he puts his tongue and fingers to use. 

"'M know, Gyo," you replied, your fingers interlacing with his short black strands. "You're jus' so big."

Gyomei lifts his head towards yours, wondering what you meant as his intent was to pleasure you on his tongue. However, he quickly realises that you were referring to how thick only one of his fingers was, and he would usually use two. A frown crosses onto his face, worried that through out all the times you tow have been intimate with each other, he had been causing you pain. 

"Have I been causing you pain, my love?" he asked worriedly.

"Wha-! No, Gyo," you replied. "It's just' you're so much sometimes, takes me so long to get used to and I finish so quick." 

You finish so quickly because of the sheer size of him.

Gyomei descends once more to your most sensitive area, your soaked cunt. "You need to tell me if I hurt you."

"You never hurt me, Gyo," you said while a shaky breath leaves your mouth.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Gyomei's grip keeps you in place. 

"G-Gyo," you moan out.

"I know, love," Gyomei reassures. "It's okay, I'm here, tell me if it's too much."

God, he was so gentle with you that it felt like you would break beneath his touch. His grasp on your thighs somewhat relaxed, giving you a tangible reassurance that you could pull away if necessary. However, he cherished it because you were so little in comparison to him and beneath him that he was afraid to shatter you.

Once more, Gyomei's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips.

"Are you okay?" he asks before licking a long stripe up your folds and you moan, your back arching and your cunt pressing further into his face which he relished in. 

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Yeah, 'm am, Gyo."

He loves you so intensely it hurts, and your response makes his heart sing. His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his constriction, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit. Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it.

"Gyo, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good. 

"You're okay?" Gyomei asks.

When you feel a thick finger push past your closing walls, you furiously nod your head, your eyes expand, and you cry with delight. It felt so fantastic that you never want it to finish, even though you thought you would break because he was so huge.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Gyomei was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit. 

"You're being so good, you're doing so well," Gyomei moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the mattress, this was your pleasure, not his own. 

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

His motions become more rapid and needy as you cry his name through broken letters, and the one hold he held on your leg tightens. Your stomach coil tightened, and your fingers wrapped around his locks to stop him from moving and make him sigh deeper into your folds.

The only thing the groans did was push you over the edge, and when he placed his tongue firmly against your clit, a quiet scream from your lips. Your stomach coil unwound, soaking his face completely.

He slowly removed his fingers from your drenched pussy, your cum spilling out from your puffy folds. Before rising his head, he places a kiss on your clit and your mewl softly in overstimulation.

"Are you alright, love?" he asks worried, kissing away the pleasure-caused tears streaming down your cheeks and the side of your face.

You hmm in peaceful contentment as he peppers gentle and soothing kisses to your face. "I am, dear," you reply.

"You did so well, you took me so well," Gyomei praises.

A mumbled thank you leaves your lips before you wrap your arms around Gyomei. "I'm s' tired," you slur out.

"I'll clean you up, don't worry," Gyomei says. "I'll wash you up."

Your eyes widen, "But what about you?"

"Giving you pleasure makes me feel more pleasured than anything," he reassures before adding, "Let's go clean up." And he picks you up to take you to the bath.

The warm steam rises from the bathwater as you and Gyomei settle into the large, wooden tub, its surface rippling gently with the movement of your bodies. The fragrant scent of lavender and eucalyptus fills the air.

Gyomei helps you ease into the bath, his strong hands guiding you gently. The water is pleasantly hot, enveloping you in a soothing embrace. As you both get comfortable, Gyomei sits behind you, his broad back against the tub’s edge, creating a space for you to lean back against him.

So warm.

He takes a soft washcloth and dips it into the warm water, wringing it out before gently placing it on your shoulders. His touch is careful, his movements deliberate as he begins to wash away any pain or soreness that you have gotten.

"You did so good for me," he murmurs, his voice a calming rumble against your ear. "I’m proud of you, you're so good."

You close your eyes, savouring the tenderness of his touch and the warmth of the water. Gyomei's hands move with care, his touch so gentle with your body, ensuring you feel safe and loved by him.

As he washes your back, he occasionally leans forward to press soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, each one causing butterflies to rise in your stomach. You can feel his breath on your skin, adding an extra layer of warmth.

After you’ve been thoroughly pampered, Gyomei carefully helps you rinse off, his hands guiding the water over your body with a steady, reassuring touch. He then takes a moment to gently brush your hair, running his fingers through it.

Once the washing is done, he wraps you in a large, fluffy towel, his movements slow as he dries you off with care. His touch is gentle, making sure every inch of your skin is dried and warm. His steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body against yours create a sense of profound peace, and you feel a deep connection with him.

"You’re my everything," he whispers, his voice filled to the brim with love. "I want to take care of you always."

You smile, resting your head on his chest, and let the soothing warmth body against you lull you to sleep in his hold, because you know that if you fall asleep, he will be there to dress you and take to to bed. And you will be safe in his arms. 

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | demon slayer m.list

[deeplyshalllow]

An in depth study of Fiyero and Elphaba's first meeting in the Wicked movie

So I've wanted to do an analysis of this scene from the moment I saw it. It's such a great addition to canon and gives such a fascinating insight into both of their personalities and the facades they put on to others. It also gives hints of the fact that both of them are pretty good at breaking down each other's walls.

From the top:

“Woah, Woah there, woah.”

“I did not see her.”

“Yeah, neither did I.”

“You might want to, um”

“Ok.”

“You know,”

“Yeah. I’m so sorry miss, I didn’t see you there, you must have...”

The first impression we get of Fiyero is that he’s kind. Obviously careless enough to hit a girl in the dark, but he immediately slows down and, even before Feldspar has told him to apologise, he’s got down and is about to make his way over.

It’s also important to note we that seeing him talk to a Horse as a friend, when just the scene prior we have seen that a large amount of the population don’t want Animals to talk at all. In fact, this is the only other human we see friends with an Animal in the entire movie, and it sets up immediately the fact that he will agree with Elphaba on her cause.

“...blended with the foliage.”

Here is his first reaction to Elphaba’s greenness. It is the rudest thing that Fiyero says to her all scene, and something that immediately puts Elphaba on the defensive, having heard shit like this all her life, but it’s also very on par with Fiyero and his constant habit of saying dumb shit whenever Elphaba is around (“yeah, or maybe it scratched me or something,” and “well, actually it was, but it wasn’t” come to mind), he’s surprised and he reacts with humour (something we see he does a lot).

It’s interesting to contrast this to his musical comment, “Well maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go,” which is a lot more pointed and insulting, blaming the situation on her (though to be fair she does wake him up and attack him for what his carriage driver did), Fiyero in the movie reacts dumbly but not maliciously.

“Is this how you go through life? Just running amuck and trampling anyone in your path?”

Elphaba is immediately on the defensive. She’s already stressed about Doctor Dillamond, pissed off about being knocked over and now, as usual, she has met a new person who is insulting her skin tone. So she does what she does best, she puts her walls up and hides behind them.

“No.”

*Feldspar laughs*

Fiyero is shocked by this attack. He’s naturally charming, to the point where he relies on his charm to get him out of situations. So the fact it doesn’t work stuns him a little. This is why Feldspar laughs, because he knows Fiyero and how he normally acts, and it is funny to see him not immediately manage the situation.

“No, sometimes I’m asleep.” *looks at her flirtily*

Fiyero recovers, his walls are back up. He’s over the shock of seeing someone green and how she’s reacted to him, so he goes back to charm by flirting with her. Notice how he is using self derogatory humour, it’s easy charm that he knows how to use – he’s trying to ease the situation by insulting himself and making her laugh. It’s also another way of cultivating his image, Fiyero very deliberately portrays himself as stupid, flirty and lazy (he sings an entire song about it!) and here he is playing it up.

Also, I’m pretty sure this is a reference to their meeting in the musical (where he is actually asleep), which is cute.

*Awkward pause*, “Yeah, alright, alright, here we go. No, I’m not seasick.”

Elphaba, who is not at all used to people flirting with her, but is used to people asking questions and insulting her skin tone – has picked up none of the playful implications and only that he is stupid and lazy, and therefore starts the rant that she’s said 100 times before.

“Neither am I.”

“No. I did not eat grass as a child.”

“Oh you didn’t? I did!”

But Fiyero starts replying! Again, it’s all charm and self derogatory humour, but he’s sensed the unease, he did not come to insult or attack her, and he’s trying to lighten the situation with his usual techniques he uses on everyone – but they are not working.

“And yes, I have always been green.”

“And the defensiveness? Is that a recent development?”

And here we see Fiyero let down his shield a little, and let on that he’s less dumb than he’s acting. Fiyero is remarkably good at understanding people, it’s how he manages to maintain his facade in the first place – and it’s how he ends up being an effective double agent through most of act 2. Fiyero immediately realises that Elphaba is putting on an act too, that she’s not just attacking him because she’s annoyed at him but that there’s something more going on there.

I love it. I love it so much. It’s such a good addition to the musical canon, because all the traits for Fiyero to be like this are already there, and it adds an extra bit of depth to our understanding of why he’s fascinated with Elphaba – because he knows that she’s another person hiding her true self from the world. It’s such a good link to the Lion Cub scene later where Elphaba pretty much calls him out on the same thing.

*Elphaba stares*

*Fiyero tries a smoulder*

“Hm.”

There is a second here where Elphaba realises that she’s been called out. That she’s attacked him when he wasn’t being malicious and it does cause her to retreat slightly.

Fiyero, now in safer territory, puts his walls back up and goes back to flirting. Elphaba, again not used to this at all, doesn’t really understand this and is still in a bad mood about the Animals, so breaks the moment.

*Feldspar laughs, Fiyero tries to shh him but laughs too.*

*Elphaba notices and stalks off.*

So this is interesting. From context clues, what Feldspar is laughing at earlier and Fiyero’s comment later, it appears he’s laughing at Fiyero, that his easy charm hasn’t worked and he’s found himself on the back foot. Fiyero, bewildered, but still playing up his persona, laughs too. Elphaba sees this and, obviously, immediately takes this as them laughing at her greenness, and therefore any goodwill from what he’s said is gone, and she stalks off.

“I’m off for some more trampling, may we offer you a ride?”

Fiyero, bless him, tries again. He’s seen he’s offended her, though probably hasn’t quite connected exactly why, and tries to make right. So he goes in with more self derogatory humour as well as a genuinely kind offer – it probably isn’t safe for her to walk back in the dark – but the moment has been lost.

“No thanks. Get stuffed.”

Elphaba’s walls are back up again. She might regret the “stuffed” comment by the end of act 2 though...

“Wow, Feldspar, we have just been spurned by a girl.”

“Indeed.”

“Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Fiyero ends the scene baffled, unsettled, but interested. He plays it off as if he’s normal and also reassembles his walls and defensiveness, again playing into the lazy playboy persona he puts on, ready for his next scene with Galinda.

Analysis of Fiyeraba interactions in the Dancing Through Life/Ozdust Scene

Analysis of Fiyeraba interactions in the Lion Cub Scene in the movie

An In Depth Study of Elphaba and Fiyero in the Train Station Scene

[szarina]

“c'mere megumi. i know you're tired.”

gojo calls out to him but the boy ignores him and continued to walk.

“he won't satoru. you traumatized him.” you quipped at him.

teleportation is fun and all but not to a fourth-grader megumi who got almost dropped mid-air from the teleportation skill gojo have, only to catch him mid-air before he truly drops.

“i catched him before he fell.” the white-haired male pouts.

“catched him before he fell?” scoffing at him. “he's a child, satoru. think before you do something to him. you almost endangered him with your antics and you can't do whatever you please when you want. you're an ass and you know it.” you spat at him and gojo pouts and he's like a child kneeling down while being scolded.

you crouched down to meet the height of megumi. patting his head and you began to speak in a soft voice. “i'll carry you, okay? i promise no funny business.” drawing a cross in your chest to convince megumi. the poor child is sleepy and fighting the urge to not sleep caused by the earlier wrongdoing of an pre-adult.

deciding to trust you, megumi comes closer to you and puts his arms around your neck before carrying his small body in front of you. your arms tucked under his thighs and it turns to snuggle you. his jaw in your shoulder.

megumi blankly stares at the adult behind you. immature, he thought but his eyes are getting heavy and sleep is calling to him. before his eyes closed he reminds himself not to be carried by that weird man.

it took a few seconds before the child snuggling in you fell asleep. you can tell from the lack of movements of his body and the small snores. patting his back before continuing to walk.

gojo followed you. he felt bad and it was like a punch to him in the gut when you scold him but he likes it. loves it when your cheeks puff and your eyes rolling at him in annoyance.

stopping at a bakery to get a few sweets to satisfy his sweet tooth and for the siblings to eat back home. you continued to walk, enjoying the little peace and quiet before a old lady approached at you three.

“oh my! what a cute family.” the old lady commented and your eye twitched at the comment. giving the lady a smile before briefly bowing.

taken a back at the sudden statement before gojo burst out in a laughter. “she called us a family, (y/n).”

“ha-ha-ha. funny.” you dryly responds to him and adjusting your arm to make megumi comfortably settle in you. the child is completely passed out in your grasp and you can't help but to kiss megumi's wild hair in which megumi groans before going back to sleep.

“aww, come on. i didn't mean it, okay?” gojo whines, blocking your way as he walked backwards to meant he really is sorry.

“okay.” you replied back to him. “just don't do it again.”

“okay!” he beams up and once again silence filled in the long way of walking.

dusk is beginning to settle down and the sky turns into orange. the sunlight giving it's final rays before the night falls.

“kind of you to take them both, satoru.” you break the silence and gojo hums. thinking about something.

despite gojo's stubbornness and his lack of tact in things, you like that he's willing to help the children to have a roof over their head and spoiled them like it's his own. even preventing megumi to be taken away from his clan and let him have a normal childhood with his sister.

“say, (y/n). what if we adopt them both?” gojo asks you.

“we? and adopt?” gojo nods. waiting for your answer. “i think it's fine. these two will have two guardians to look them over if the other one's not around and in case something's happen to one of us.”

“don't say that, (y/n).”

you raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

“it's inevitable, satoru. in this line of work we have.” you said to him. referring how dangerous the jujutsu society is and you'll never know what the future may hold.

“i'll protect you. us”" his bright blue eyes peeking through his dark glasses with sincerity. looking at you and megumi sleeping in your arms.

“satoru....” you call him and his eyes full of sincerity.

“that's nice, satoru.” you smile at him but the expression in his face is anticipating something more.

“i know you will, satoru.” and he grins. pressing a tender kiss in your forehead and patting megumi's head. “stop that, sato. you'll wake him up and don't get too sappy with me. it's not you.” he pouts at that but kisses you again.

he can't wait to be with you forever.

[yuvany]

# HYPNOTIC ''

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 getting a whiff off your perfume.

OT7 enhypen x female reader ֶָ֢ WC: ~ 100 / character GENRE / WARNING(S) :: fluff + slightly suggestive + skinship + est relationship + possibly a bit ooc + not proofread!

( reblogs + feedback always appreciated !! )

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

immediately spots the new scent on you. You and him were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, and he inched himself closer to you slowly. "Baby, did you spray a new perfume today?" He asks, in which you reply, "Yeah, do you like it?" Heeseung didn't answer right away, instead, his nose found your neck and breathed in your scent. The tip of his nose brushed against your nape a couple of times, and his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck ever so slightly. "So?" You whispered with a hint of uncertainty. "It's lovely." He replies at last, his face now buried in your shoulder.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

is a perfume enthusiast for sure. Asks what perfume it is, and throws in his own guess. Most of the times, he guesses correct, but only if the perfume you're wearing is trending. You also ask him what he thinks often. "Jjongie, smell this, please." You request with puppy eyes, and why would he reject you? You lift your wrist up to his level and he sniffs it a couple of times before nodding his head. "Might just be my favourite, princess." He says with a smirk.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍

"You smell nice." He just blurts it out, and it takes you a while to fully comprehend what he meant. "Don't I smell nice on other days as well?" You tease with a smile, obviously knowing that he refers to the change of perfume you're wearing. "Of course you do! This smell is just different than before." His hand holds yours, and he lifts it up to his nose to smell your wrist. Jake sniffs it for a while, a bit longer than expected, which causes you to arch an eyebrow. "I really like this one, babe." He comments at last, and kisses your hand before pulling you into a strong hug.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

lets the smell familiarise in his nose before asking, "Is that the perfume I bought for you?" You nod, and smell your wrist for confirmation. "I really like the smell." You say, looking up at him. "I do too, it reminded me of you, you know?" Sunghoon says, kissing your forehead. You lean into his touch, and engulf him in a long hug where he swings you from from side to side. The two of you enjoy this moment of intimacy and closeness. The scent adding a sweet and comfortable aroma to the moment. "Maybe I should wear this more often" you laugh, patting his head that found itself by your nape.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

hums in delight when you walk past him, and the scent lingers in the air for a while. You turn around with a questioning look painting your features. "I just mean that you smell wonderful!" He said panickingly in case you got the wrong idea of his reaction. "Really? I can't really smell myself right now." You chuckled, and walked up to him, forgetting what you actually wanted to do prior. "Well, there's no need to worry. Even if you smelled bad, I wouldn't worry." Sunoo said, taking your hand in his. "What, why?" You asked, shocked. "Because I wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to pursue you."

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍๋

has a sensitive nose, but when he breaths in the faint smell of your new perfume, he perks an eyebrow. "Is that you who smells so nice?" He asks, stepping closer to you. "Yeah, why, is it too strong, babe?" You ask worryingly. "No, no, it's just right." Jungwon wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you closer to him. "I was scared for a second, thought it was too strong for you, and, so I switched to oil perfumes." You explain followed with a soft giggle. He cracks a sweet smile for you, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek sweetly. "It smells sweet, just like you."

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

you had asked for his opinion on it, and risen your wrist to make it easier for him to smell it. Personally, you liked it a lot, so you really hoped he did too. Halfway up, he softly took your hand, and held you by the wrist, letting the perfume waft his way. Riki's eyes shifted from yours to the side of your head, and moved closer to smell it better. "Sorry baby, this doesn't really fit you." He says, and you are shook. "Huh?" You mumble, and he chuckles. "You're so cute. I was just kidding. It smells amazing, babe." He said with a joking tone, and nudged your with his hip.

Reminder to not spam like since it can shadow ban me😖

[osaemu]

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" FT. GOJO SATORU

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: gojo mistakes your period symptoms for signs of you being pregnant.

contents: fem!reader. mentions of pregnancy and periods (duh), gojo is an idiot (obviously), innocent miscommunication lol. gets pretty suggestive.

just because satoru gojo's the strongest sorcerer on the planet, that doesn't mean he's the smartest one; especially when it comes to you.

not too long ago, you got your period, and the cramps have to be the most painful thing you've ever experienced. nestling yourself farther in between the couch cushions, you wrap your arms around your stomach and wince, eyebrows furrowing. somewhere in the background, you hear satoru enter your house and call for you, but your stomach hurts a little too much to allow you to do more than hum in response.

"baby?" satoru calls again, poking his head in the living room and smiling when he sees you. "hey, i'm hom— babe, you okay?"

you open one of your eyes (which was previously squeezed shut) and look at him, a soft whine slipping out from your lips when the pain in your stomach goes up a notch. "hey, 'toru," you mumble, watching him quickly plop down besides you on the couch. his eyes round in concern when he notices how tight your teeth are pressed against each other, and a moment later, satoru scoops you up and holds you in his lap.

"is.. this 'cause of last night?" satoru murmurs, stroking your hair as you squirm in his grip. his eyes are focused on your scrunched-up face as you fidget, struggling to find a comfortable position.

"i dunno," you mumble, assuming that satoru's referring to the way you scurried off into the bathroom the second you and satoru finished round after round in his sheets. funnily enough, your interpretation of the events is starkly different than satoru's.

you had immediately gone to the bathroom because you suspected that your period might've come, and you were right. but to satoru, he had something very different on his mind; especially since last night was the first time you two had fucked without protection.

satoru pauses before replying, face slowly tinting pink as his version of the events settles in. he had no idea your departure from his arms so soon after sex was because you just wanted to check for your period; on the contrary, he thought you ran into the bathroom to check if you were pregnant.

"are you—" he starts, dipping his chin and looking you straight in the eye. satoru's azure eyes carefully take in your expression, studying your features for a sign of what's to come.

you nod. "yeah, i am." on your period, that is.

satoru's eyes widen and the corners of his lips twitch with a smile. "is that why your stomach's hurting?" he whispers, and you hardly spare a thought as to why his reaction was nothing like what it usually was.

"duh," you huff, automatically assuming that he's talking about period cramps. "why else would my stomach be hurting?"

"holy shit, are you kidding?" satoru breathes, eyes lighting up like a child's would on christmas. you make a face, confusion evident all across your features.

"that's not the reaction i was expecting," you note tentatively. satoru's mouth falls open a little and after a moment, he immediately dips his head and kisses you, long and slow. his mouth tastes like spearmint (like always), and something about the way his lips melt into yours feels... different.

"is this better?" satoru whispers, smiling against your lips. you nod, carefully removing your arms from your torso and wrapping them around satoru instead. you nod hazily, more invested in the way satoru's mouth collides with yours than in anything else.

"much better."

"anythin' for my pretty girl," satoru murmurs, eyes softening every time they settle on your face. his hand trails down your waist and settles on your tummy, and he slips his hand underneath your t-shirt and rubs the skin with his thumb. a couple more seconds slip by in silence, with the only sound being the soft breaths you two take in between kisses.

when satoru finally tilts his head up and takes a longer breath, you both open your mouths to speak at once.

"i can't believe i'm gonna be a dad."

"my period cramps feel a lot better."

the two of you stare at each other in silence for a long, long second. you blink and ask, "what did you say?"

satoru tilts his head like a confused puppy, eyebrows lifting in uncertainty. "uh, what did you say?"

you look away, cheeks heating up as you mumble, "satoru, i'm not... pregnant...?" you stare at him blankly, matching the confused look on his face. "i'm on my period, baby. what did you—"

"oh, shit."

"yeah."

five awkward seconds go by until you clear your throat and smile up at him hesitantly. "i mean... d'you want a kid?"

satoru's face somehow goes even redder, which you didn't know was even possible. after a moment, he nods, and the subtle movement is enough for you to grab his face and pull him in to kiss you again; and you stay like that for the rest of the night.

[ilovehughes]

June Was Ours

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none! just fluff. (first post)

word count: 1484

summary: summers at the hughes lakehouse with jack and his brothers during off season.

a/n: first write on tumblr! Ik this is short and messy but I just wanted to put something out here.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“You want a refill?” Luke, the youngest brother asks referring to my empty cup. “No thanks Snoops,” I respond.

A huge splash comes from the back of the boat and when I turn around to look at the cause I see an empty wakeboard with Jack in the lake.

I chuckle from my seat, “You okay J?” He glances up at me while wiping the wet curls from his face. “That was Quinn’s fault!” He objects, pointing to the brother behind the wheel.

Summers with the Hughes were always far from dull. In fact they were pure chaos. Whether it was one of the brothers flying off the wakeboards or nearly burning the house down at an attempt to make pancakes, there was always something.

Jack makes his way over to grab a towel and dry himself off. “I thought you said you were good at wakeboarding” I tease. “Not when Quinn is driving like a maniac!” he defends.

He sits down next to me and I move the hair from his face. He pecks a kiss to my cheek and leans over to look at the magazine in my hands. “Whatcha reading?” He questions. “Just some random magazine from the gas station.”

“Am I that boring to watch board?” He teases. “Oh definitely not.” I counter.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Jack emerges from the kitchen with two cups of hot cocoa and hands one to me. He sits down next to my spot on the couch and I throw the blanket over his legs as well. “Comfy?” He asks me. And I hum in confirmation.

I scroll through the movie options and put on a random rom com. Jack cuddles up to me and places a kiss on my temple.

“I love this.” He remarks softly. “Yeah it’s a good movie huh?” I reply. “No this. Us. Just being comfy together.” He clarified and I swore the hot cocoa suddenly heated me up to a blushing state.

“Awh Jack, me too.” I add with a peck to his lips.

“I could do that a million times.”

“Kiss me?”

“Yep.”

“Nothings stopping you.”

“Pucker up baby.”

That earns a chuckle from me as he leans in and kisses my cheek. And then my other cheek. And my nose. And my forehead. And then finally my lips, slowly and reverently. Almost savouring the moment as if would disappear any second.

I smile softly as we both reluctantly pull back. “I could do it a million times too, Jack.”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

The morning sun seeps through the curtains as a soft yawn escapes my lips. I soft ruffle in the sheets comes from a bare chested Jack as his eyes slowly open up. “Morning baby” he says with a rough, sleepy voice that he always has in the mornings. “Good morning Jacky”

“Sleep well?” I ask. “Wonderful with you by my side” He says. I chuckle and roll my eyes, “Smooth one Hughes.” He grins and kisses my shoulder, “I tried”

“So what’s on the agenda today?” I ask, knowing full well the other two brothers probably have an entire schedule that won’t be followed. “I’ll ask the bros.” He replies.

HUGHES BRO GC

Jack: What we doin’ today?

Luke: Quinn wants to invite Z and Coley for a bbq.

Quinn: that was your idea Luke!

Luke: no lol.

___

“BBQ with Trevor and Cole apparently” Jack states from the bed as I get dressed in a bikini covered with shorts and one of his devils t shirts.

“Sounds like a fun day.”

“Long day…”

“That too.”

Jack gets up from bed and wraps his arms around me from behind as I do my morning skincare. He places a soft kiss to my shoulder and hums in contentment.

“You best get dressed J.” I remark “yeah yeah” he mutters in responds and reluctantly moves to the closet.

 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

I sit on the couch with a mug of coffee in my hand, listening to Luke and Quinn argue over something hockey related. And then by miracle Jack enters the room and plops down next to me with his own cup of coffee.

“So are Trevs and Coley coming over?” He asks, almost as if trying to split up the debate between the two. “Yeah, around three.” Quinn answers.

Jack turns back to me and eyes me up and down. “My shirt” He points out. “Our shirt” I contradict. “Didn’t know you were on the devils” He questions. “Star player actually” I tease.

He scoffs playfully and shakes his head. “You ready for chaos in human form today?” He rolls his eyes. “Are you referring to Trevor and Cole?” I chuckle. “Absolutely” He confirms.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

As the clock hits 3pm Trevor and Cole knock on the front door and enter immediately after anyways. “Guess who brought beer!” Trevor exclaims excitedly. “This isn’t frat party” Quinn mutters. “Buzzkill” Cole teases.

Trevor exits to the back porch where Jack, Luke and I sit on sun chairs with lemonades. “Yo! What up dudes.” Trevor says as if he was entering a room of college jocks. “No one says ‘yo’ trev” Luke chuckles out. “Sup Z” Jack greets as they dab each other up.

“Hi Trevor.” I offer with a wave. “Hey there Mrs Hughes” Trevor teases and a chuckle at that. A groan escapes Jack’s lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Where’s Cole?” I ask to refresh the conversation. “He’s trying to convince Quinn that beer doesn’t mean it’s a frat party I think.”

None of us question it further.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Half an hour before sunset, we’re all gathered on the boat indulging in conversation and fresh air. Quinn and Jack make turns to drive the boat while the other boys sit and chat or board.

As Jacks turn to drive comes, him and Quinn switch places and Jack takes me along. “I don’t wanna drive alone” he reasons. “So you bring me along to stand and watch you?”

“No silly” and before i get the chance to frown in confusion he place me on his lap. Legs over his and back against the side of the seat. His one hand on the wheel and the other rests on my thigh, tracing aimless patterns.

I take my phone and snap a picture of the sunset casting beautiful lighting over the lake. “I love this view. With the sunset and everything” I state. “Yeah it’s quite nice huh” he says. “It’s perfect” i counter. “Not as perfect as you” he says and grins. I blush and giggle. “Oh my god Jack.”

“What? I can’t compliment my beautiful girlfriend”

“You’re so sappy about it.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah I do.”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼