#...how exactly ARE you going to help like you want to and how others need when you are ground into dust?

[vingtetunmars]

A New Heartbeat

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel Miller never thought he'd get another chance at building a family—especially not at his age, especially not after everything.

Tags: Fluff, pregnancy fic, domestic fluff, birthday surprise, emotional feels, warm, age gap (reader is early 30s, Joel is 58-59), set between season 1 and 2, jackson!Joel Miller, soft joel miller. No physical description of reader. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Thank you @dedicatedfangirl2001 for inspiring me! So this is technically a continuation of this fic, but it can also be read as a stand alone. If you have any requests, suggestions, or thoughts, feel free to send me a message. Reblogs are appreciated. Please do not steal or cross-post it on another platform without asking. Thank you.

Word Count: 3.3k

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You didn’t think much of it at first.

Between the early mornings at the stables and the evenings spent passed out on the couch beside Joel, days had started to blur into each other. Your body always felt tired this time of year—mud season clinging to your boots, cold air snapping at your fingertips even under gloves. You’d chalked the nausea up to bad stew from the dining hall. But when your headache lingered past the usual, when the scent of hay and leather turned sour in your nose, it hit you.

You hadn’t had your period.

You stood in the feed room, half-empty bucket of oats dangling from your hand, the realization sitting heavy in your stomach. The math rolled around in your head, tumbling over itself. It had been… what? Over a month? Maybe more. You weren’t exactly counting days when every morning looked the same—Joel sipping black coffee, Ellie stealing bits of toast, and you rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you layered up for work.

But now, standing there, the silence of the stable around you, something clicked. You set the bucket down on the ground a little too quickly, pressing your palm to your stomach. No pain. No bloat. Just… a quiet sort of stillness.

The horses shuffled in their stalls. One of the younger colts let out a soft snort. You leaned your back against the wall, heart hammering in your chest.

You weren’t sure. But something deep in your bones told you—you already knew.

You didn’t tell anyone where you were going that morning.

Said you had errands to run—needed new gloves, maybe stop by the library. Joel didn’t press. He’d kissed your cheek, grumbled something about checking in with Tommy about a busted water heater, and told you he’d see you for dinner.

You walked to the clinic with your hands jammed deep into your jacket pockets. The cold bit at your cheeks, and every step felt heavier than the last. Not from dread exactly, but from the weight of maybe.

The clinic wasn’t much to look at. Two rooms, patched-together equipment, and a nurse named Carla who used to be a vet before the world ended. She was kind, though, and knew how to keep her mouth shut. You told her you wanted to rule something out. She just nodded, handed you a cup, and pointed toward the bathroom.

You stared at the strip of plastic on the counter like it held your whole future.

Five minutes. That’s all it took.

Carla didn’t say anything right away. She just looked down at the test in her hand, then back up at you, her expression soft.

“Well,” she said, “you’re pregnant.”

The room didn’t spin. It didn’t crash down on you, either. Instead, everything went still—like the moment before a horse takes off into a gallop. Heart pounding, lungs full of something sharp and sweet.

You were going to have a baby.

Joel’s baby.

Carla asked if you were okay. You nodded before you really even felt it, voice rough when you said, “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am.”

The walk back home was slower. Like you were afraid to jostle the news loose, or maybe afraid it still wasn’t real. But your hand drifted down to your stomach more than once, resting there in quiet awe.

Now, all that was left was telling him.

And with his birthday just a few days away, you couldn’t help but wonder how in the world you were going to tell him.

Joel didn’t like birthdays.

He never made a big deal out of them before the world ended, and now… well, now they just felt like reminders. Reminders of what he’d lost. Of how much older he was getting. Of how goddamn long he’d been carrying around all this weight.

He’d never forget waking up on that birthday—the one that split his life into a before and after. Many years later, the world had changed, but the ache hadn’t. Not really.

Still, this morning started like any other. The early light crept in through the crack in the curtains, soft and gray-blue. Beside him, you were curled under the blanket, one arm slung across his stomach, your face tucked against his shoulder. Warm. Familiar. Home.

He didn’t move at first. Just lay there, eyes on the ceiling, listening to the quiet. The muffled sound of someone in the street. A rooster off in the distance. You breathing slow and steady beside him.

You made it better—this day, this life. You had a way of pulling him back from the edge without even trying. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve that, to deserve you, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to take it for granted.

Your fingers twitched slightly against his chest. You were starting to stir.

He turned his head just enough to watch you, that soft haze of sleep still in your features. He found himself smiling, just a little. The lines in his face stayed, though. The ones that came from time and sorrow and holding it all in for too long.

You blinked up at him.

“Mornin’,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered back, eyes warm and knowing.

He groaned, turning his face away slightly. “Don’t remind me.”

You gave a quiet laugh, but didn’t tease him for it. You never did. You just leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw, fingers brushing along his ribs, gentle and grounding.

“I’m makin’ you pancakes,” you added softly. “Don’t fight me on it.”

He huffed, but it wasn’t real. “‘Course you are.”

He didn’t need gifts. Didn’t want anyone making a fuss. But if the day started like this—your warmth, your voice, your lips on his skin—then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Even if he still carried the ghosts, this morning... it felt different. Like maybe something was waiting on the horizon, and he wasn’t sure what—but he trusted you’d tell him when the time was right.

You flipped the last pancake onto the plate, steam rising as you added a handful of thawed berries—ones you’d carefully saved from the last supply run. They weren’t exactly fresh, but they were sweet enough, and they made the stack look a little more festive.

Birthday pancakes.

Joel would pretend to grumble about it, but you knew he appreciated it. The small gestures. The quiet kind of love. You’d learned early on not to make a big deal of his birthday. Not out loud, anyway. But that didn’t mean you’d let it pass by like any other morning.

“Damn, something smells good,” Ellie mumbled as she shuffled into the kitchen, hair sticking up in five different directions, sleeves too long for her arms. She plopped down at the table, blinking slowly. “Is it somebody’s birthday or somethin’?”

You smirked as you slid a plate in front of her. “Could be.”

Joel followed behind her a second later, moving slower, like his body hadn’t quite forgiven him for being nearly sixty.

He rubbed at the back of his neck as he sat down across from her, eyes drifting to the plate you set in front of him.

Pancakes. Berries. A little dab of honey. No candles, no singing—just the kind of breakfast you didn’t make unless the day meant something.

He glanced at you, brow raised.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said.

“I wanted to,” you replied, brushing your hand over his shoulder as you passed. “Don’t argue with me on your birthday, Miller.”

Ellie shoveled a bite into her mouth. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. “Are these the blueberries?”

Joel chuckled under his breath, fork already in hand. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he took his first bite. You saw the tension ease in his shoulders, just a little. Maybe the day still carried shadows for him, but right now? With a warm plate in front of him and people who loved him on either side?

He was okay.

You sat down beside him, resting your hand on your lap, feeling the thrum of nerves underneath your skin.

A knock on the door broke through the calm.

Joel looked up, chewing his last bite with a quiet grunt. You stood up to answer it, already guessing who it was. Sure enough, when you opened the door, Tommy stood there with a crooked grin and two hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets.

“Mornin’, birthday boy,” he called past you, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “You look real good for a hundred.”

Joel let out a groan, dragging a hand over his face. “You had to come by, didn’t you?”

“You think I’m missin’ the one day a year I get to remind you I’m younger and prettier?” Tommy grinned, clapping his brother on the back as he passed by.

“Debatable,” Ellie chimed in, still chewing. “And you missed the berries.”

Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Berries?”

“Yup,” you said with an apologetic shrug, walking back to the stove. “Saved 'em for Joel. There’s still pancakes, though.”

Tommy sniffed the air like a bloodhound. “You spoil this man.”

“Someone has to,” you quipped, already grabbing another plate.

You served him a healthy stack—no berries this time, just a bit of honey and some leftover butter—and slid into your seat again. Joel was watching you, his eyes soft beneath the usual weight. He hadn’t said much, but you could feel it in the way his hand drifted to your knee under the table. Just a gentle touch. A quiet thanks.

Tommy shoveled in a bite and made a loud, satisfied sound. “Hot damn. You better marry her before someone else do.”

Joel raised an eyebrow. “You wanna lose a tooth today?”

You laughed, elbow resting on the table, chin in your hand. The teasing, the warmth, the way Ellie rolled her eyes and asked if she could have seconds—it all made the house feel full in a way you never took for granted.

Still, under it all, the secret sat in your chest like a fluttering heartbeat.

You’d give it a moment. Let them finish breakfast. Let Joel have this calm before you turned his world upside down.

In a good way, you hoped.

The house felt quieter once the door shut behind Ellie and Tommy. The laughter lingered in the walls for a moment, then faded, replaced by the gentle creak of wood and the soft clink of dishes as you rinsed them off.

Joel was still finishing the last of his coffee, sitting back in his chair, watching you. He looked more relaxed now—shoulders looser, lines around his mouth softened. Birthdays were hard for him, but this one… it hadn’t been bad.

You dried your hands on a dish towel, heart thudding steady but loud. You knew you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping toward him. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

His brow knit slightly, but he nodded, setting the mug down. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“No,” you breathed, sitting down across from him, your hands resting in your lap. “Not wrong. Just… big.”

Joel leaned forward, elbows on the table. You reached for his hand without thinking, grounding yourself in the warmth of his calloused fingers.

“I didn’t know how to bring this up earlier. Didn’t wanna spring it on you in front of everyone,” you started, voice quiet. “But I’ve been feelin’… off. The past few weeks.”

His expression shifted—concern flickering behind his eyes, guarded like always. “You sick?”

You shook your head, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. “No. I went to the clinic yesterday. Ran a test.” You swallowed, heart climbing to your throat. “Joel… I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air like dust caught in sunlight.

Joel blinked. Once. Twice. He didn’t say anything—just stared at you, eyes wide, unreadable. Then slowly, without a word, he stood up from the table and took a step back, hand resting on the edge of the counter like he needed something to hold onto.

“You’re… you’re sure sure?” he asked, voice hoarse. “I mean—are they sure?”

You gave a soft laugh, heart aching with affection. “Yeah. They’re sure. I’m late, the test was positive, and… I feel it. I know it.”

Joel let out a breath like he’d been holding it for years. His shoulders dropped as he sat back down, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“I just—I didn’t think—I mean, hell, at my age?” he muttered, almost to himself, eyes wide and almost dazed. “I didn’t think that was even possible anymore.”

You reached for his hand again, thumb brushing the top of his knuckles. “Well… apparently it is.”

He looked at you then—really looked at you. And something shifted in his face. Like the ground underneath him had tilted, but he was choosing to stay standing anyway.

“You’re… you’re okay with this?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “I wouldn’t have told you today if I wasn’t. I know it’s gonna be a lot, but… yeah. I’m okay with it. More than okay.”

Joel’s eyes started to glisten, and he cleared his throat hard, blinking fast as he turned his face away for a second. When he looked back at you, his voice was thick.

“Thank you,” he said.

It broke something open in you.

“For what?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“For this. For you. For givin’ me a reason to think there’s still more life out there for me than just survivin’.”

He reached out, cupped your cheek with a rough hand, his thumb brushing just under your eye.

“I didn’t think I’d get a second chance,” he murmured. “Not with someone like you. Not like this.”

You leaned into his palm, smiling through the tears that started to slip down your cheeks.

“Well… surprise,” you whispered.

Joel gave a breath of a laugh, then leaned in and kissed you—slow, steady, reverent. The kind of kiss that said everything his words couldn’t. The kind of kiss that promised he would be here for all of it.

For you.

For the baby.

For the life you were building together, one quiet moment at a time.

Sunday dinner was loud in the best way.

Tommy and Joel had spent the afternoon repairing one of the water lines near the edge of town, and both were still rubbing their lower backs like old men. Maria was bouncing little Benji on her knee, spoon-feeding him mashed carrots between exaggerated airplane noises, while Ellie recounted an incident involving a runaway chicken and a pitchfork.

You’d always loved these nights—long tables, shared food, laughter that made the walls feel smaller in the best way. But tonight, your hands kept drifting to your lap, nerves curling in your stomach even though you’d done this a dozen times in your head.

Joel’s knee brushed yours beneath the table.

He glanced at you, gave a small nod.

It was time.

You reached for your glass and gently tapped your spoon against it. “Uh… can I say something real quick?”

The table quieted. Benji let out a soft squeak and tried to grab a carrot off Maria’s plate.

Joel cleared his throat. “We’ve got some news.”

Maria looked up first, brows raised. Ellie paused mid-chew.

You smiled nervously, heart thumping. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, no one said a word. Then—

“What?” Ellie blurted, voice cracking halfway through the word.

Joel chuckled low under his breath, his hand slipping onto your thigh, grounding. Ellie set her fork down slowly, blinking like she hadn’t quite heard you right.

“You mean like… an actual baby?” she asked, eyes wide. “Your baby?”

You nodded, leaning closer to Joel's side. “Yeah. Our baby.”

Ellie opened her mouth, closed it, then reached for her water like her brain needed a reboot. “Holy shit.”

“Language,” Joel murmured.

“I’m gonna be a big sister?” she asked softly, blinking hard. And then her face cracked into a smile—wide and kind of watery. “I’m gonna be a big sister.”

Tommy leaned back in his chair and let out a low whistle, grinning ear to ear. “Joel, buddy. You still got swimmers at your age?”

Joel groaned loudly. “Tommy, I swear—”

“I mean, damn! You’re nearly sixty and still makin’ babies? What’s in the water over at your place?”

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. Joel muttered something under his breath, but he was smiling, too, shaking his head as Tommy clapped him on the back.

Maria just laughed and leaned her cheek against Benji’s soft hair. “Honestly, I had a feeling.”

Joel looked at her sideways. “You did?”

“You turned down a glass of wine at dinner last week,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You. You never turn down wine.”

You shrugged with a grin. “Was trying to be subtle.”

“Well, I’m glad you told us now,” she said, smiling warmly. “Benji’s gonna need a little buddy to boss around.”

Benji cooed like he somehow approved.

Then Maria stood and crossed the space to pull you into a hug, tight and full of warmth. Ellie joined a second later, throwing her arms around both of you, mumbling something like “I’m not crying” even though she very much was.

Tommy wrapped an arm around Joel with a playful shake and muttered, “Old man,” while Joel just rolled his eyes and let it happen.

In the middle of it all—arms tangled, laughter echoing, and that familiar scent of home-cooked food still hanging in the air—you felt it.

Family.

Not perfect. Not always easy. But real. Rooted. Growing.

And you were bringing another piece into it.

Dinner had long passed. The dishes were done, the laughter faded into memory, and Ellie had gone back to her room with a final hug that lingered just a little longer than usual.

Now, the two of you were tucked beneath the soft quilt, the chill of Jackson’s night air kept at bay by Joel’s familiar warmth beside you. The house creaked gently, like it was settling in for the night too.

You lay on your side, facing him, his arm already around you. The bedside lamp was off, but the moonlight spilling through the window was enough to catch the faint lines on his face—the quiet, thoughtful ones that only ever appeared when he let his guard down.

He hadn’t said much since the others left. Not out of hesitation, but the way he always got when something mattered so much it felt sacred.

His fingers brushed your stomach lightly under your shirt. Slow. Careful.

There wasn’t much of a bump yet—just the slightest swell, barely there—but his touch was reverent, like he was afraid to miss even a second of it.

“That’s really ours in there,” he said quietly, more to himself than to you. “Whole little person. Just... growin’.”

Your hand covered his. “Yeah. They’re in there.”

He shifted closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then just above your temple.

“I keep thinkin’ I’ll wake up,” he murmured. “That this is some dream I’m gonna lose. But then I touch you, and it’s real.”

You turned your face to kiss the underside of his jaw, voice soft. “It’s real, Joel. You’re here. I’m here. We’re here.”

He nodded, throat tight. His palm stayed resting on your belly, like it anchored him.

“I ever tell you how much I love you?” he asked, voice thick with quiet emotion.

You smiled. “You show me every day.”

“Gonna say it anyway,” he whispered, kissing you again. “I love you, darlin’. More than I got words for.”

The two of you fell asleep like that—his hand over the life you were building together, your fingers laced with his, hearts beating steady in the dark.

And for the first time in a long, long while, Joel Miller didn’t feel haunted by his past.

He felt ready for the future.

[shadowwizardstonergang]

I think it is incredibly important to criticize anything and everything including the scientific systems but I also am incredibly curious about whether or not you have an alternative system for the scientific world that would fulfill the needs that are current one does such as being something that can be easily transferred into other systems such as the legal system because the scientific system does not exist in a vacuum it must have an interface for the legal system to interact with it and the medical system to interact with it and the food system to interact with it additionally human beings have created all of these systems and human beings are flawed at their hearts and therefore anything created by flawed beings in and of itself is going to be flawed and spending more time and energy acknowledging that these flaws exist then simply trying your best to utilize the system that has so far been the one that works I personally think is a waste of time. So really do you yourself have a better system and what exactly are your methods of implementing the system on a global scale because currently our scientific system is successfully implemented on a global scale to facilitate communications of scientists all over the world to come together on a topic to help solve it. I find it very interesting that the point that you Cherry picked was lobotomies and I am not one who supports lobotomies but I would like to say that science is a field that is based off of throwing spaghetti on the wall and seeing if it sticks and sometimes you have psychotic people who throw ice picks into skulls and then they say it gives the desired results but I think it's very cruel to criticize an entire system on a handful of flawed individuals when the system that we currently have has given us many benefits of modern medicine such as insulin and also I do believe we are coming very close to the cure for ALS it is also the system that has discovered many potential cures for the many different types of cancers that we face it is also the system that is helping us create plants of crops that are capable of withstanding the potential future conditions that our planet is going to face.

I took a class last year that was talking about the issues in the scientific world and how they are persisting and how they may cause harm in the future but one of the main takeaways that we got from this class was the fact that there's never going to be a solution that completely eliminates all harm due to the nature of our capitalistic society because modern science is incredibly dependent on who is going to pay for it and the people who pay for it are corporations that want a very specific answer and only want very specific things that can potentially line their pockets such as designer babies and immortality and crops that can create food but don't have any seeds so that in an entire country or group is entirely dependent on the company who owns the seeds for them to consistently every year go back and buy those seeds.

I am rambling but I think the point that I'm trying to make is that once again yes we should very much be criticizing the systems but I think the way that you're going about it is treating as if the scientific system exists entirely in a vacuum with no connection to anything else in the world and if it did I do agree the system should be different but it isn't it and it highly depends on many other factors and those factors are often the ones that cause a lot of these issues.

Also I think 90% of scientific research focusing on mental health is quite ableist and kind of bogus and personally I intend to buy the DSM-5 or whatever the fuck that book is called and put it at the bottom of an outhouse hole and take a lifetime of shits on it but also it is just another way that humans have attempted to categorize things in order to better understand things because that's just what humans do and even though the people who have the most authority to make the mental health categories that they do and make the mental health calls that they do in scientific research papers are perpetrators of great harm to many mentally ill individuals is still necessary to try our best to research these things and categorize them in order to further research them and you know what lobotomies were 80 years ago and the way that we treat the mentally ill has drastically changed and I think if we had just left it to the devices of no system we wouldn't be where we are today.

Also I don't think it's fair to pick on a person's ability to express their thoughts in an argument (i.e. calling them illiterate) when you disagree with them because first of all I don't think anyone is coming on Tumblr to be clear and concise about their opinions and secondly what if that person actually is an incredibly intelligent individual but just has a hard time putting their thoughts to paper because they have a learning disability or dyslexia? you are criticizing the mental health systems but then you yourself without even acknowledging it are being ableist. I think this kind of proves my point in that it's really hard to do anything without harm

"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

[honeybeegashii]

Feral Devotion

⋆˚꩜｡Note: My first time posting something like this. But this fandom needs more Yautja x reader content. Please bear with me as I improve more in the future

Summary: Used as bait for the Elder Hunters. Instead of the intended hunters, you caught a different hunter interest. Despite not understanding each other, the warrior became fiercely protective.

You don’t remember being taken. Not exactly.

Just the after.

Heat like breathing inside a furnace. Metal walls and no windows. A hiss of hydraulics and something moving just out of sight. Bigger than anything on Earth. The air here tastes wrong. Heavy. Wet with ozone and blood.

Your wrists still ache from the way they strung you up, bait on a hook for something ancient and cruel. Tech-slick cuffs, research collars, chemical fog burned into your skin. You were never meant to survive. Just scream loud enough to lure something out of the trees.

Pheromones, they said. You’re appealing. Not because you’re beautiful—but because you’re biologically interesting. Like a scent that sets off alarms in a predator’s skull. You’re the kind of soft that makes instincts break down and violence feel holy.

But it wasn’t the elder hunters that found you.

It was him.

Didn’t expect the Young Blood who found you first. Young, yes. Raw, yes. But deadly. Already decorated in the blood of creatures older and meaner than he had any right surviving.

You remember the scream of something dying. Not yours.

You remember the drip of blood onto the metal floor, the snarl he made when he sliced you down from where you hung.

He didn’t kill you. He should’ve.

But instead, he touched your hair. Strange and clumsy. Just the very tips of his claws. He watched you the way humans watch lightning, awe and danger, like getting too close might kill him. And then, he took you.

Scooped you up in those terrifying arms like you were a prize. A trophy. A thing to be carried off and hidden in the dark corners of a starship.

You were unconscious most of the journey. The air too thin. The gravity too heavy. But sometimes you woke up long enough to see him, kneeling beside you like a shadow, fingers twitching near your face. Like he wanted to touch. Like he didn’t know how.

He doesn’t speak your language. But you feel what he means when he looks at you.

He wraps you in fabric stripped from his own gear. Tucks you into the warm belly of the ship like you’re an egg he means to hatch. He growls at the others who come too close, real warriors, Blooded ones. They snarl back, laughing, until he nearly kills one of them. Over you.

They think he’s gone feral. You think maybe he has too.

He shouldn’t have touched you. Should’ve left you strung up like a carcass. Should’ve let the others take the kill.

But he didn’t. He claimed you.

And now you live in the eye of a hurricane made of muscle and blood and devotion that doesn’t make any sense. Now you sleep on the pelt of some slain beast in the belly of his quarters, under the eye of a warrior who’s too young to know better and too wild to care.

You were bait. Meant to be hunted. But he got to you first.

And gods help you—he won’t let you go.

Next Part

[npookie0]

HUEHHEE HELLO DEAR MOOTIEEEE I've come for the saja boys x chronically Ill reader!! Orrr a poc reader if ya want! (≡^∇^≡) lowkey self indulgent but your writing is so yummy 💔

Demonic Care

A lover boy has to take care of his chronically ill partner and cheer them up. Which Saja Boy will be the most helpful?

contains: reader with pots, very headcanony personalities for the saja boys, these are going to be drabbles </3

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Heads up, I'll say the short version of what kind of people are the saja boys to me

Romance - hopeless romantic, easily smitten with people, flirt, that man is a total fool when he's in love I fear </3

Abby - high ego, very (almost over) confident, kind of stupid but a lil sweet (and cocky) jock type of guy

Mystery - quiet, but expresses himself through body language and in music, closed off and very short social battery

Baby - cunning, cocky, chill unbothered king, childlish

Jinu - a leader by nature, silly dude (please that man made a choice when running and giggling like that...), you know that he means it when he's not doing something for his own benefit, understanding, but also a liar </3

Jinu

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The Saja Boys concert was close to wrapping up, the boys had to sing the fan favourite song, say their goodbye and leave. The atmosphere was warm, energetic. Fans were shouting, singing along, waving their light sticks and recording the stage.

You stood between the fans, in the first row, holding the railings with your hands. Your body grown tired over time, you stood for far too long, you were close to passing out. But you had to be there, had to see the concert from the stands.

You couldn't just sit on backstage and watch the boys perform in front of the whole crowd when you had the chance to watch Jinu's face in full view from where you stood now.

The concert came to an end and the Saja's manager came up to you to help you get backstage. You told them that you don't need a whole escort, but their response was "Jinu asked me to do it, I couldn't say no." You sighed and nodded in understanding.

"Hey aegiya!" Suddenly someone hugged you from behind once you were in the boys band's lounge area .

"Ugh, Jinu~! You started me." You replied and turned around, freeing yourself from your boyfriend's embrace.

"Haha sorry, sorry." He replied, scratching the back of his neck and laughing awkwardly. "Oh jeez, you look pale. You should sit down."

You couldn't protest, because soon your darling boyfriend sat you down on the sofa and told one of the other boys to go grab you some water.

"Jinu, I'm okay, I promise." You said, but he clearly wasn't buying it and maybe he was in the right this time. Your vision went black for a second and it take a bit to go back to normal.

He crossed his arms. "Mmm, no, I'm not buying that. I saw you in the crowd, you looked like you would faint in any moment." He exhaled and crouched in front of you. "Listen, I know that you want to be everything to support you, but please don't just throw yourself into a potentially dangerous situation for you."

You looked away. "Sorry Jinu, you''re right... I guess." You looked back at him. "I didn't mean to stress you more."

He chuckled and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay, just be careful, yeah?" He ruffled your hair and stood up. "Let's go home, Abby found some movie he wants to watch and you're invited too."

Romance

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The last thing you remember before fainting was Romance's panicked face when he caught you, then you lost consciousness. You didn't know how much time exactly passed between your collapsing and Romance getting you back to your apartament, but after regained consciousness saw Romance holding your hand to his forehead and murmuring to himself.

"Hey, no need to summon anything for me to wake up, stupid."

When you said these words Romance immediately looked up and practically crushed you with his body when he hugged you. "Jagiya! I'm glad that you're okay. You were out for so long." He said and before you could answer, he suddenly pulled away. "Do you need anything? Water, food, medicine?"

You looked at him a little stunned and then you started giggling, Romance titled his head, confused, but relieved that you felt well enough to laugh.

"What's so funny, jagiya?" He asked, leaning closer to you.

You took a while to answer, your laughter made it impossible. "You remind me of a puppy Romy." You giggled when you imagined him with dog ears.

"A puppy, huh? Well, maybe I'm a lovesick puppy for you, baby." He kissed you, but before you could kiss him back, he stood up, a smirk spread across his face when he saw your pout. "Ah, we can kiss later, now we need to take care of you. I was really scared when you waited so suddenly in the store."

"Boohoo, I want kisses now." You stood up from the bed very slowly, leaning on the wall in front of you when the black spots started showing in your vision.

Romance noticed it and was quick to your side, holding you by back and hand in case you fainted again. "Okay, let's go slowly. No need to rush." He said and slowly guided you to the kitchen.

You sat down on a chair in your kitchen and watch as Romance poured you water. "Drink up, you need it." He said, placing the glass in front of you.

You picked it up. "Thank you mr. specialist of human health." You said teasingly, looking at the patterns on his arm and drank the whole glass at once, you were really thirsty.

"Maybe I'm a demon, but I was a human before if you forgot." He huffed. "You're lucky I love you, you silly human."

"I think it's the other way around, but let it be your way." You stuck out your tongue at him.

"Oh, look who's feeling like a little tease after their fainted at my dance practice."

"Oh, shut up and give me more water."

He smirked proudly. "See? I told you that you'd need water."

Abby

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You were in the dance practice room, dancing to Soda Pop all alone. You knew that you shouldn't do it, not with the danger of fainting because you're straining your body. You should at least wait for Abby to wake up and watch over you. But you had to dance, this was one of your biggest passions in the past. It wasn't just a hobby, it was your career, your everything.

And now?

You could barely stand for longer than ten minutes without people fussing over you collapsing, you had to stand up slowly or you'll feel dizzy, your heart hurt from how fast it beat.

You hated this, hated this turn your life took. Hated how sad and colorless it became. But then, you heard that annoyingly catchy song one day and bumped into an extremely egoistical boys band member. You met your current boyfriend, Abby.

He was the most self confident person you've ever met, but you had to admit that in all his self love he was right. Fortunately, there was more to him than his muscles, voice and high ego. Abby proved himself to be most devoted, loving and a tiny bit stupid, boyfriend ever.

He didn't make a big fuss out of your pots, when you were feeling particularly weak he would give you piggy back rides and say "I'm jus' showing off my strength, it's not cause you feel bad or anything." And you were thankful for it.

Though he still wasn't so fond of you dancing. He tried his best not to show it so you wouldn't feel like even he sees you just for your illness.

That's why you were dancing in secret, trying to go back to normal in any way, maybe your career was over, but you could still try to do it as your hobby from time to time.

"Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah"

You froze when you heard Abby's singing right next to you. You turned you head to the side and there he was, wearing nothing but his pyjama sweatpants and slippers, he was dancing to the choreography.

"Why'd ya stop? It's not like we're doing anything bad." He said with a wink.

You paused the song and looked at him in confusion. "You won't stop me?"

"Nah, there's no point in stopping you now, aein. You've been sneaking out to dance for a while and you would do it again if I tried."

So he knew...

You felt embarrassed after being found out, you never wished for him to know that.

"Hey." He titled your head up and looked into your eyes. "It's okay if you want to dance, I would never stop you, not like you would let me anyway." He chuckled. "You're feisty, like a tiger. I love that about you, but please just tell me that you want to dance and I'd dance with you." He caressed your cheek with his thumb. "I may not be super great about this comfort thing or taking care of someone, but I know that you're ill and I don't want something to happen to you while I'm asleep." His serious expression was soon replaced by a cheerful beam.

"Now, let's continue. It's not every day that you have a one-on-one dance session with Abby Saja."

Mystery

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You were looking through the lipsticks that Olive Young had in its offer, you had to find cosmetics for the Saja Boys to use now that they had their rebrand from cute songs to more darker ones.

Ever since performing Your Idol after the Idol Awards, they decided that it was the vibe they want to go into and you, as their biggest supporter, stylist and almost a manager, said that it may be a good idea.

So now, you were on make up supplies duty, guarded by your boyfriend, Mystery, in case your illness was triggered and you would feel worse because of walking and standing for too long.

Though you mostly agreed on Myst going with you because you needed someone to carry your bags.

"Hmm, Myst~, come here." You quietly called out for him to get to your side.

"What is it?" He replied, but instead of giving him an answer you gently grabbed him by his chin with one hand and with the other you applied black lipstick to his lips.

"Hm. Yeah I guess this one will work." You murmured to yourself. "We'll grab five of these and then we'll look at the eyeshadows here." You announced, though it was still mostly a note to yourself. You put the five lipsticks to the basket and turned around to go to the alley with eyeshadows.

You didn't notice that your body grew weaker after a few hours of walking, not until you turned around way too fast and almost fell on a shelf because you started to feel dizzy, if it wasn't for mystery catching you it would be over for you.

"Nae sarang, be careful." He said, keeping you steady with his arm wrapped around your waist.

You looked up at him and blinked a few times until your vision was back to normal. "Ah, sorry Mysty, I think I overdid myself today haha." You leaned your forehead against his shoulder.

Your exhaustion gotten back to you, your legs felt unsteady and your mind was still dizzy from all that walking.

"Oh, come with me." Mystery said suddenly.

"Hm?"

He didn't answer, which wasn't that surprising, he had a tendency to speak only in short sentences or not speak at all unless he had to. That's why he got the name he has, you supposed.

"Here." He said and guided you to sit down on a fluffy seat in the corner of the store.

"But what about our shopping? I can't do it if I sit here." You said and tugged on the fabric of his blazer.

"You said that you wanted all of us to have dark purple eye shadow right?" He asked and you nodded in answer. "I will get you dark purple eye shadow, so just rest. Please."

You sighed. You couldn't fight him when his voice was so soft and calming. "Okay, just mind the prices." You replied after pondering on the idea for a second.

Baby

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"Baby I told you that I'm fine." You groaned when your beloved demonic boyfriend sat you down on the sofa.

You just came back from the aquarium and even with how fun it was, it involved a lot of walking and standing and with your condition it was a very challenging activity to go through.

So now, after returning home, your boyfriend who just a moment ago was chasing fish and begging you to let him feed one, now was forcing you to sit down.

"Nuh uh, we've been walking for two hours." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, well I won't always end up fainting."

"You felt dizzy, idiot." He poked your forehead and sat down on the sofa next to you. "And besides, you promised me that you'd watch a movie with me."

"Ugh, I did?"

"Yup, you said that you would if I did a solo cover os Soda Pop and upload it, I did." He said with a grimace of his face at the mention of singing Soda Pop alone.

You chuckled. "Ah right, that. Alright. Let me go grab something to snack on then and we can-" You couldn't even stand up because Baby pushed you back down onto the sofa.

"No, no, no. You sit, I grab snacks."

And like that he went to the kitchen, you rolled your eyes and only shouted to him to bring you your favourite snack and grabbed the remote.

While you were scrolling through the streaming service, Baby came back with a tray of snacks and drinks. Most of them were sweets.

"Will you at least be so gracious to share some with me?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, amused by the sight of Baby having to stop himself from eating everything at once.

He turned to look at you. "I guess I can share some, I heard that sugar is good for giving energy or something."

"It is and isn't, but thanks for the thought." You smiled and moved closer to him.

"So what are we watching?' You asked after a while of scrolling through the animation and cartoons category.

"Something about fish." He said and opened a pack of gummy bears.

You giggled. "Oh god, you really are obsessed with fish. Okay then, Finding Nemo it is." You picked the movie and clicked play.

You two watched the movie in silence, until you broke it.

"Hey, Baby?"

"Hm? What's up Yeobo?" He asked, his eyes not moving from the TV screen.

"Thanks for looking out for me. it means a lot, even if I'm not the best at showing it." You said, fidgeting with your soda can.

He turned away from the screen, looking at you with slightly parted lips. "Oh, um, yeah no problem. I'm just trying to stop ya from fainting, y'know." He mumbled and looked back at the TV, though you saw that blush on his cheeks even if he tried to hide it.

Second Kpop Demon Hunters work done!

Wahh these stupid guys excite me >w< but I would love some Huntr/x asks too ;)

See you soon my KDH readers I gotta feed my other readers too <3

(play Killer Chat!, gluttony gods or seraphim slum if you're interested in the other stories I post here <3)

Nathan

[luvelola]

simon riley x reader (written with black!reader in mind but has no mention of race or “y/n”.)

masterlist !

this was supposed to only be about dry humping but i got a little carried away…

cw: MINORS DNI!!, porn no plot, dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), breast play, mirror fingering, squirting, overstimulation, simon being vocal, and me trying to write in his accent and failing. this is the filthiest thing i’ve written

it starts with you in his lap.

soft light creeping through the window, your thighs on either side of his waist, his back leaned into the couch. your skin’s warm from sleep, shirt thin and riding up as you move against him. your shorts barely cover anything. his sweats are thick but not thick enough.

he’s already hard beneath you.

“hell,” he mutters, his voice low, groggy, still gritty with sleep. “sat on me for what, two minutes? already got me bricked up…”

you grin, shifting your hips deliberately. he groans. it’s deep—a guttural sound from somewhere in his chest—and his hands fly to your waist, squeezing like he’s trying not to lose it.

“you’re such a tease, sweetheart.”

“am i?” you whisper, rolling your hips again, slower now, dragging your soaked panties over the shape of him through both your clothes.

he grunts, then ducks down to your chest—mouth catching the hem of your shirt, dragging it up over your breasts. they spill out naturally, warm and heavy, nipples already tight. the second they’re exposed, his mouth is on you—licking over one, then sucking deep, lips sealing around your nipple while his tongue circles.

you moan softly, arching your back, grinding harder as he sucks harder—wet sounds echoing in the quiet room.

“god, simon…”

“yeah?” he pants, switching sides, mouth slick against your skin. “you like that? these fuckin’ tits… you know how crazy they drive me, don’t you?”

you can’t answer. not with the way he starts bucking up beneath you, cock dragging deliciously over your clit through all that fabric.

you’re both panting now.

he licks your nipple again—then bites gently, just enough to make your thighs tremble. his hands slide behind you, under the cotton of your shorts, grabbing your ass and pulling you forward.

you let out a soft cry as your clit presses perfectly against the ridge of his cock.

“fuckin’ hell,” he growls. “grind on it. go on, love—get yourself off.”

you obey. roll your hips hard. again. again.

and that’s when it gets filthy.

wetness spreads fast between your thighs. the fabric of your panties is ruined. your shorts are drenched. you can feel the shape of his cock, stiff and twitching, the head dragging exactly where you need it.

he’s not helping. just watching. panting. fingers bruising into your hips.

“jesus christ,” he hisses, voice shaking. “you’re so wet it’s soakin’ through… i can feel it, sweetheart…”

your moans turn breathy. frantic. legs shaking as you bounce, faster now, grinding your clit into the shape of him over and over and over until—

you fall apart.

you shake as you come, crying out against his mouth, your thighs clamped tight around his waist. your whole body jerks as you rut against him, humping like you’re possessed, still chasing every last ounce of it.

“oh—fuck—fuck, simon—!”

he grabs your tits again, both hands now, kneading them hard while he ruts up into you—

and then he’s gone.

he chokes, hips jerking beneath you. “shit, love—i’m comin’—fuckin’ comin’ in my fuckin’ pants—”

his head tips back. a raw moan tears from his throat as he ruts up once, twice, cock twitching, cum spilling in thick, hot pulses into his boxers.

you both sag.

soaked. clothes ruined. sweat clinging to your skin.

and then, after a beat—he leans forward, mouth back on your tits.

still licking. still sucking. like he never wants to stop.

“not done with you,” he mutters, breathless. “need to taste it.” and he carries you upstairs.

literally. carries—one arm under your thighs, the other behind your back.

when he sets you down, on the bed, directly in front of the mirror.

he sits behind you on the edge of the bed, legs spread. you’re between them, back against his chest, thighs parted. his arms curl around your waist. one hand moves under your shirt, squeezing gently. the other dips lower.

you lock eyes with your own reflection.

“look at yourself,” he says, voice rough in your ear as he moves lower to kiss behind your ear. “look how needy you are…”

you squirm when his hand moves higher up your shirt.

“so sensitive,” he murmurs, licking just below your ear. “clit’s probably still twitchin’. s’not enough, is it? want more?”

you nod. breathless. already aching.

his hand slips beneath your ruined shorts.

two fingers slide between your folds. hot. slick. soaking. you cry out when he rubs over your clit—slow at first, then with tight circles, steady pressure, drawing it all back up.

his other hand doesn’t leave your chest. not once.

he cups you. rolls your nipple between his fingers. pinches until you arch. his mouth finds your neck again, then your shoulder, and you can feel the heat in your belly building.

then—

he sinks two fingers inside and you clench, hard.

“oh god—oh god, simon—”

“yeah. fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, fingers thrusting deep, curling just right. “so fuckin’ tight. y’already came and you’re still pullin’ me in…”

he watches in the mirror. watches your face, your mouth, bouncing every time his hand moves. watches your legs start to tremble when he adds his thumb to your clit, circling fast now, faster, wetter.

your thighs start to twitch.

“you gonna make a mess for me, sweetheart?” he whispers, fingers pumping harder. “gonna soak my fuckin’ hand? come on. let go. let me have it…”

you break.

your back arches. mouth drops open. your whole body tenses, then jerks—

and then there’s wet heat gushing over his fingers.

your thighs clamp shut. slick drips down to the sheets. you’re still coming, still pulsing, and he just keeps going, fingering you through it, praising you the whole way.

and he whispers, voice reverent. “look at you. such a messy girl. did so good for me…”

you collapse against him.

shaking. gasping. soaked from breast to thigh. he wraps his arms around you, mouth still against your shoulder, fingers stroking gently between your legs as you try to catch your breath.

your legs are still trembling when you turn over your shoulder to lay simon down on the bed.

“…your turn.”

he shakes his head, breathless. “don’t need it, love.”

you smile slow.

“i know. but i want to.”

he hesitates—giving you the chance to straddle his thighs, fingers curling into the sheets.

“fuck’s sake…”

you reach for the waistband of his boxers, which are still wet from earlier. you peel them down slowly, watching as his cock springs free—thick, flushed, still half-hard but twitching at the sight of you.

“already came once in these,” you murmur, dragging your fingers along the base. “gonna come in my mouth now, baby?”

he lets out a choked laugh. “bloody hell, woman…”

you take your time.

you always do with him.

you stroke him first, slow and slick, your palm dragging over the wet head, smearing his precum down the shaft. he’s warm in your hand—hot, even—and growing harder with each pass.

“that’s it,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss his hip. “let me take care of you.”

“sweetheart…”

you kiss his tip.

then flatten your tongue and drag it up the length of him—slow, steady, from base to crown.

his whole body jerks.

“ah—shit—”

you wrap your lips around the head and suck softly, flicking your tongue against the underside, right where you know it makes him twitch. your hand pumps slow at the base, matching the rhythm of your mouth. you look up, meeting his eyes.

he’s already gone.

eyes half-lidded. lips parted. hands fisting in the sheets.

he groans. “mouth’s gonna kill me…”

you hum around him—just enough vibration to make his hips jump.

then you go deeper.

slowly. inch by inch, letting him feel the heat, the wetness, of your mouth swallowing him whole.

he groans. loud. raw.

you hollow your cheeks. bob gently, eyes locked to his, tongue swirling every time you pull back, then taking him down again—wet and hungry.

your hand moves faster.

your other hand lifts to his chest, then drags down to his hip, nails scraping gently along his skin. his thighs twitch. he lifts one hand to your head, not pushing, just gripping your curls while he pants through clenched teeth.

“you’re gonna make me come, love,” he mutters. “you want that? want me spillin’ down your fuckin’ throat?”

you moan again around him.

his grip tightens.

you pull off for just a moment, letting your lips rest against the tip, still stroking him, watching his face twist up with need.

“you taste so good, simon,” you murmur, kissing the tip, “so thick in my mouth…”

his head falls back with a groan.

“jesus christ.”

you go back down.

this time faster, wetter, spit dripping down your chin as you look up at him through your lashes.

“shit—look at you,” he groans. “takin’ me so good, love…”

you can tell he’s close.

his legs are tensing. his breath is stuttering. he starts to buck—slow, shallow thrusts of his hips into your mouth like he can’t help it.

you hold him steady with one hand, working the base, and suck harder.

“fuck—fuck—gonna come—“

his voice cracks.

and then it happens.

he grabs the back of your head with both hands, hips jerking up, cock twitching hard in your mouth as he spills down your throat in thick, pulsing ropes of come. you moan as you swallow, taking every drop, letting your lips stay wrapped tight around the head until he finally gasps:

“baby… enough, shit—i’ll lose my mind—”

you pull back, slow, licking your lips.

his chest is heaving. eyes glassy. one hand over his face, the other blindly reaching for you.

you climb back up to straddle his waist, kissing his chest, your slick thighs pressed to his hips.

he lowers his hand. looks at you.

smiles.

you lean down and kiss him. open-mouthed. slow, until you feel him so limp against your lips. by the time you look at him his eyes are closed and his already snoring.

a/n: mind you, i was listening to laufey while writing this, im not sane.

©luvelola. do not plagiarize or repost any of my work as your own.

[whytheylosttheirminds]

Blue Sweater - r.c.

disclaimer: originally posted on my old blog in October, this is a repost! soft bf Rafe belongs on tumblr, so I am returning him to his home to run free <3

cw: smut, fluffy bf vibes, inspired by s4 rafe, pinv, this fic is 18+ minors do not interact

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You’d fallen asleep on the couch, waiting up for him again. You didn’t fault Rafe for working so hard, you just miss him so fucking much when he’s in back-to-back meetings all day. 

You’re pulled from your dreams when the couch dips below you, a large, warm presence settling next to you on the sofa. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, eyes still closed.

He’s smirking down at you, you know him so well you can picture exactly how he looks without actually seeing him. 

“Hi,” he leans forward, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry, that last meeting ran so long.”

Finally opening your eyes to meet his, you’re almost startled by the sight. Somehow, in the dim evening light, they’re more deeply blue and beautiful than ever.

“Nice sweater,” you say, reaching up to run your fingers along the hard edge of his shoulder. Even though he looks so soft and pretty right now, he’s tense, and you wish you could ease the worry that furrows his brow.

He smiles knowingly, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling in the cute way that makes your heart ache for him.

“Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me.”

“She has good taste,” you joke as your run your hand gently up and down his bicep, the soft fabric such a contrast to the hard muscle below. 

“Yeah, she’s all kinds of good,” he winks.

“Then why’d you make her wait for you all night?” You pout, sticking out your bottom lip so he’d know you’re just teasing.

“I said I’m sorrrrry,” he whines as he leans over you more, adjusting to bring his legs onto the couch. You make room for him instinctually, his body fitting into yours like you were designed for each other. 

He lets his full weight down slowly, sinking you both deep into the cushions. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he drags his lips against the skin below your ear so gently, it sends goosebumps racing across your skin. He can feel your excitement and starts kissing you more firmly, leaving little wet spots up the column of your throat.

Your hands splay out over his big, firm back, rubbing circles into the tight muscles. You press deep, working out his stress, and he groans at your firm touch. Your hands work slowly down his back, pressing as you go. When you reach the hem of his sweater, you slip your hands underneath. Rafe flinches at your touch, a shudder running through him.

“Your hands are cold!” He exclaims, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

“Oh sorry, love!” you start to pull them away, but he reaches his arm behind him and pins your palms to his skin.

“No, it feels nice, don’t stop.”

You continue, the pads of your fingers digging little figure eights into his lower back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“What’s got you so stressed baby, hmm?” You ask.

“Just got too much going on,” he shakes his head so his buzzed hair tickles your earlobe. You giggle at the sensation, his head rising and falling with the shake of your chest.

“Poor baby,” you coo, making him smile against you. “Just need a little help to relax?”

Rafe nods against you, moving slightly to lay his head against your chest so you can run your nails along his head like you know he likes. You bring one hand up, the other still under his shirt, the motion making you open your legs wider so you can stretch. He slots between them perfectly, and when you drag your nails over the fuzzy hairs right at the nape of his neck, you can feel him twitch against your core, already half hard.

“Someone’s needy,” you hum, delighted that you can make him so hot just by touching him tenderly like this. “Want me to make you forget all about your bad day?”

“Please,” he groans into your collarbone, pressing his hips down harder so you can feel him fully against you now. Your wetness pools immediately, soaking through your panties as you arch your back and return the pressure. 

“Shit, baby, that’s so nice,” he praises.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” you confess.

“Then we better not make you wait any longer.”

Swiftly, he lifts his head from your chest and finds your lips with his. It’s hungry and sloppy, the wet skin of his lower lip sliding against yours as your mouths collide. You’re fully grinding up into him now, and there is nothing semi-soft about him, his hard cock threatening to rip the seams of his pants. You writhe, desperate to feel his length. You know it like the back of your hand, picturing his perfect cock clearly as you rock against it. You’ve got every vein, every throbbing, pink inch memorized. 

“Take your pants off,” you breathe into his open mouth.

With a cocky grin that makes you impossibly wetter he drawls, “now who’s needy, huh?”

You roll your eyes and reach for his waistband, if he’s gonna be an ass about it you’ll just do it yourself. He mirrors you, undressing you with the same shaky fervor. Your shirt goes first, he’s delighted to see you’ve opted for no bra. In the cold evening air, your nipples harden immediately, and he can see the goosebumps spreading across your torso. 

“Ohh baby, you really are freezing.”

“Mhm,” you nod, lip pulled between your teeth. “Warm me up, Rafe.”

A throaty groan rises from his chest as he takes over your work on his pants, ripping them off as best he can without standing, his boxers following. You slip your thumbs under your shorts, doubling up to slide your panties down with them until you’re bare for him. Only one piece of clothing remains between you, the soft blue sweater you bought for him. He starts to pull it off, but you stop him, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“No, leave it on,” you instruct.

“Whatever you want, angel,” he smirks at your unusual request, but obliges without complaint.

He lays down on you again, his lips hovering over yours as he lets his cock press into your inner thigh. He’s so hard you gasp, inhaling sharply at the sweet pressure against your leg. He kisses you again, more tenderly this time, like he’s trying to imprint the taste of you onto his tongue. As he lets his weight settle on you, the soft threads of his sweater rub over your sensitive nipples, the sensation making your eyes squeeze shut and a strained moan echo from your chest.

“Y’okay?” He asks.

“It feels so g-good,” you croak out.

“What does, baby?”

You blush, feeling silly for it, but something about the soft material against your hardened skin is so delicious.

A little embarrassed, you admit, “the sweater on my tits feels really nice.”

“It does?” He questions, amused.

“Just stay on me baby, don’t stop.”

You and Rafe have been known to argue about almost anything, but he never argues when you tell him how to make you feel good. He flattens his chest against you fully, rutting his dick against your leg, causing his chest to rub against yours as requested. Your head falls back into the throw pillows. You let him continue to move you both until you almost can’t stand the friction anymore.

“I love that,” you whimper, eyes still squeezed shut. “But I need you inside.”

“Can’t wait any longer, huh?” He chuckles. Once again, you don’t need to see him to know what he looks like, his eyebrows are surely arched high and his lips quirked to the side as he looks at you in amusement.

“Rafe I’ve been waiting for like twelve hours,” you complain.

“I know, baby, I know,” he quells you. “I got you, alright?”

Propped on one arm, his sweater leaves your chest for a moment so he can line himself up at your soaked entrance. You wait with closed eyes, bracing for impact as you know it will take a minute to adjust to his size, it always does. But he doesn’t enter you, just grumbles with annoyance as he shuffles above you.

Your quizzical eyes open to find him fumbling with the collar of his sweater, preparing to pull it off.

“What’s the problem?”

“I want to see you, but this fucking sweater’s in the way,” he explains. You lift your head and look down to where your bodies should be meeting to see the hem of his sweater hanging in the way, blocking the view. “I’m just gonna take it off.”

“Nuh-uh!” you object. 

“Baby,” he whines.

A solution comes to you, causing you to break into a wide grin.

“Open up,” you say, and he’s never looked more confused.

But then, you reach down and pull the hem of the sweater between your fingers, making his stomach flinch as you brush against it. You lift the hem up to his mouth, revealing the sight of his cock dangerously close to your entrance. He puzzles it together, and teasingly rolls his eyes before letting you place it between his teeth. He bites down on it obediently, considering a protest before looking down to see he now has a perfect angle to his favorite sight in the world.

It feels so good when he finally slides in, stretching you so deliciously and filling you like only he can, that you almost actually cry. He moves gently, considerate enough to know there’s probably an edge of pain to your pleasure.

“You don’t have to go slow,” you assure him. “Take your stress out on me, I can take it.”

“Yeah?” He tries to sound cocky, but it’s muffled from the fabric between his teeth.

The way his jaw clenches in frustration makes you giggle. Rafe usually does most of the talking, knowing the sound of his low voice in your ear makes you come so much faster.

“I’ll do the talking, just focus on my voice while you fuck me, m’kay?” You purr.

He nods in agreement, picking up the pace until he’s rocking into you, continuously hitting the perfect spot that makes you both shudder with pleasure. He’s going so hard you have to lift your arm above you and steady yourself against the arm of the couch. His eyes flit between the sight of you taking him in so perfectly and the way your tits bounce with each thrust.

You keep your promise to talk him through it, starting with, “just like that, Rafe- mmmph- feels so good. God, I can feel you so deep.”

His brows furrow in concentration, thrusting harder, desperate to drag more praises from your kiss-chapped lips. Your eyes train on the veins in his neck, throbbing with effort. You reach your other hand up and grab his chin, pulling his face so his eyes pierce yours.

“Shit, you look so good fucking me like you needed to,” you cry.

As much as he loves the eye-contact, he’s still wearing this stupid sweater for a reason, and he needs to remind you. He matches you by placing his hand on your face, soft but firm, and directing your gaze down to see him pistoning into you.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” you smile, admiring the creamy mess you’re making on his shaft. “You’re fucking covered in me, baby. Made me so wet comin’ in here looking this good.”

He removes his hand from your head, looking for a non-verbal way to thank you for your compliments. He presses his thumb to your tongue, and you don’t need words to know what he’s doing. You get it nice and wet, swirling spit around his thumb with your tongue. Once it’s ready, he lowers it to your clit, rubbing back and forth a few times before forming steady circles.

“Ah- fuck- yes, Rafe that’s so-” Your commitment to keep talking falters as pleasure floods your mind, robbing you of your voice.

He knows what you need, he always knows what you need. He pulls your hand from his chin and places it on his chest, you bunch the fabric of his sweater so he can release it from his teeth.

“There ya go,” he coos. “Need me to talk you through it, huh?”

You nod desperately, confirming what he already knew.

“Couldn’t even concentrate in my meetings,” he begins, panting with the effort he’s putting in, not letting up his pace. “Thinkin’ about you here waiting for me, walking around the house in those little shorts. How am I supposed to close deals when I can’t stop thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking this perfect pussy, huh?”

His words had exactly the effect he was hoping for, you were beside yourself, moaning and squirming beneath him. Letting out the sweetest little “oh, oh, ohs” as his cock rocked your whole body. He was losing tempo, both of you nearing the edge. You brought your other fist up to bunch his sweater, too, grasping so tightly you were afraid you were gonna tear it. You clenched around him as he kept talking.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze me as hard as you can - fuck!” He was unraveling, needing to find the words to get you there so he didn’t finish first. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.”

Just as he expected, that’s what finally did it for you. You cried out his name as sparks exploded in your stomach, coming so hard you had to bury your face into his chest to keep from screaming. He followed behind you almost immediately, his hot cum spurting into you as his primal groans and grunts echoed through the room.

A few minutes later, you’re cleaned up and cuddled in his bed, now wrapped up in his sweater, the stretched-out fabric soft against you. He smirked as his hands ran over the material, rubbing over your stomach and waist lovingly.

“Might have to wear this thing every day if that’s how you’re gonna react,” he teases you.

“Uh-huh,” you giggle. “Good luck getting it back.”

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a/n: I'm only back temporarily but I'll be reposting just a few of my non-series works from my old blog that I think just belong on tumblr!! it just feels right for them to be here. miss y'all!

[misaerabl]

𝝑𝑒 thigh grinding with abby (and using those grinding pads hehe)

- alright, alright, i know i said i would post less smut and more longer fics buuuuttt i just needed to write this sb.

Abby’s sitting on the edge of the bed, broad and steady, thighs spread a little wider just for you. There’s a calmness to her face — that kind she always has when she knows exactly how this is going to go.

The grinding pad is strapped tight around her thigh, rough and perfectly placed, practically begging for your slick. She doesn’t say a word as you crawl into her lap, already flushed and trembling, your panties sticking damp to your folds.

You hesitate for a second — just a second — and Abby catches it.

“C’mon, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low and warm as her hands settle on your hips. “You’ve been squirming all night. You need this, don’t you?”

Your nod is breathless, almost shy.

Abby smiles, slow, knowing thing. “Good. Then ride my thigh.”

The moment your soaked heat presses down onto the grinding pad, your body jerks. It’s rougher than you expected, firm and textured just right. A whine slips from your throat before you can stop it.

Abby’s eyes darken. “Shit… you’re already dripping through those panties.”

You try to move slow, rolling your hips in little circles, but the friction is too much too fast. The pad drags against your swollen clit with every grind, and your thighs start to tremble almost immediately.

“That’s it,” Abby says, her voice just a little huskier now. “Rub that needy little pussy on me. Don’t be shy. I want to hear every sound you make.”

You can’t help it... you whimper, gasping as your pace picks up. Slick’s soaking into the pad now, sticky and loud, and Abby watches the mess between your thighs with something close to reverence.

“God, look at you,” she breathes. “You’re fucking soaked. Making a mess all over my thigh like a desperate little thing.”

You moan, hips jerking forward harder, chasing friction like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.

Abby leans in close, her breath hot against your cheek. “You needed this that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait for my fingers. Just wanted to hump yourself stupid on my leg.”

You nod — or maybe sob — you can’t tell the difference anymore.

“Such a messy girl,” she murmurs, one hand coming up to stroke your cheek gently. “But that’s okay. I like watching you fall apart.”

And fall apart you do.

You grind harder, faster, chasing your high like you’re starving for it. Abby keeps her thigh steady, tensing it just enough to press back against your cunt. Her other hand holds your waist in place, guiding your rhythm when your legs start shaking too hard to keep going.

But you don’t stop when the first orgasm hits. You cry out, breath catching, hips bucking wildly, but Abby doesn’t let you slow down.

“No,” she says, voice firmer now. “You’re not done. Keep going.”

“I—Abby—” your voice breaks, thighs quivering, but she just presses a kiss to your temple.

“You can take it, baby. Be good for me.”

You whimper as another wave crashes over you, mess soaking through your underwear, probably through the pad by now. You’re so wet, it’s everywhere. You’re trembling, practically twitching, and Abby finally lets out a soft groan when she feels how much slick you’ve left on her skin.

“Goddamn,” she mutters. “Did you even breathe through that?”

You’re blinking up at her now, teary-eyed and overwhelmed, hips still jerking forward in needy little stutters even though your body’s long past spent.

Abby’s voice softens again, but the teasing edge is still there. “Look at you. Thought you could handle it, and now you’re fucking ruined.”

You make a weak sound, trying to pull back, but she stops you with a hand to your lower back.

“One more, baby,” she whispers against your ear. “Let me help you finish.”

Her hand slips under the waistband of your soaked panties, and the second her fingers brush your swollen clit, your whole body jolts.

“There it is,” Abby says, her voice thick with heat and pride. “There’s my messy girl.”

You’re crying out, broken and overstimulated, legs barely holding you up. Her fingers move with purpose. Slow, then fast, then exactly what you need — until you’re coming again, hard, gasping her name like a prayer.

Abby holds you through it, murmuring praise into your ear, gentle kisses to your jaw.Then she chuckles softly, voice smug and fond.

“My sweet girl"

[rivereverie]

Just some observations on Astarion learning to see that he is loved

I just saw a clip of Astarion's response to his partner cheating on him with Mizora and it got me thinking. While his entire reaction is very telling and meaningful in its entirety, one line stood out to me:

"I really thought there was more to you. That you were better than other people"

This was striking because it immediately reminded me of something else he says, in the scene after his siblings attempt to capture and return him to Cazador:

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that."

These lines feel a little odd at first, because Astarion isn't known for putting the PC on a pedestal. I don't think that's exactly what he's doing here. I think these lines are just capturing the inner chaos and contradiction that naturally come with the gradual unraveling of a long-held worldview. At this point, Astarion is able to process that one person cares for and accepts him, but only one. They must be an outlier: an exception to the rule. Surely they're something special.

Obviously this isn't true, though, and the next step is for him to learn that the PC isn't actually unique in their ability to accept and care for him him. In fact, Astarion is already loved by others and just doesn't see it. This line of his is beautifully contrasted by Karlach's reaction to Astarion's near-abduction. She is righteously angry and protective because she loves Astarion too.

"I dare Cazador to sent more lackeys our way. This is our territory. I'll crack anyone who tries to come into my house and hurt my people."

Earlier in the story, we get a similar moment during the confession scene, showing again how Astarion isn't always able to see the truth of what others feel for him.

When he says this, he sounds surprised. Like the idea of a friend is a revelation. This kind of broke my heart when I first heard it, because I thought it was obvious to him that he already had friends, in both the other companions and my character. But I think a part of him genuinely was stuck in that old thought pattern of assuming that anyone who showed interest in him just wanted to use him. This also makes it clear just how divorced sex is from affection in his mind and experience. Though they've slept together at least several times and grown more emotionally intimate too, Astarion still needs confirmation that the PC actually cares for him.

I made a post once about the two triggers for Astarion's confession here, which further reveal his mindset: going out of your way and into danger to get his scars translated, or choosing not to force him into complying with Araj's dehumanizing demands. Both of these things are concrete demonstrations of respect and care for him and what he wants. Astarion knows very well how empty words can be, so actions are what finally help him believe that the PC cares about him, and gives him the impetus to confess.

Later, If you break up with Astarion, his reaction is extremely telling in that he regresses slightly from this healthier mindset he had developed:

"I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry."

Typically, we witness any traces of Astarion's self-deprecation filtered through irony or dark humor, so his vulnerability in this moment is stark.

He claims that he has very little to offer, but that just isn't true. He may be going through a bit of a crisis, but he is still a shockingly good partner given the circumstances. He is unwaveringly supportive, caring, and clearly tries to lighten his partner's emotional load when they begin to feel the strain of responsibility. Not to mention, just being himself still makes him perfectly worthy of being loved. In any relationship, there will be times when one person needs more support than they themself can give, and that doesn't mean that they aren't enough. We're seeing, yet again, that he sometimes just doesn’t recognize how deeply he is valued by others. At this point, maybe a part of him still feels like he needs to be of service in order to be accepted, let alone loved. I also personally interpret this line as partially concerning his insecurity around not "providing" his partner with sex at this time, reiterating this deeply internalized belief that he needs to perform in order to be valued.

All of these little moments add so much subtly and humanity to his character, and make his development feel natural and earned. The payoff is clear after Cazador's death, when we get to see his new confidence:

He doesn't have to ask "really?" this time.

"You believed in me - believed I was enough just the way I am."

He truly knows now that he is loved.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Part of him did want to show Astrid his world. The other part of him was scared to. At least, scared to show her his pod. They didn't exactly like him all that much.

But, if they could find a way to get her there without them knowing she was human...it could work, at least long enough for her to get to see it. Then, he'd bring her home, back to the surface.

There was however the issue of the water pressure...

"I'll see what I can do. You've shown me so much here, I'd like to return the favor."

He leaned in again, closing his eyes, when a sudden shout caused him to pull away. His eyes widened at the old man's accusations, the merman at a loss for words as Astrid helped him get to his crutch.

Evil. Sea-devil. Creature.

It echoed in his mind, bringing back bad memories from his pod. His heart was racing, and he felt as though he couldn't get enough air.

Outside. He needed to get outside...

Using the crutch, he hurried out as fast as he could, with only Phlegma seeing him escape.

The door was left ajar as he continued on down the massive stairwell.

A spell. He'd never put a spell on Astrid, let alone drag her to the depths. That wasn't who he is! Even then, that wasn't how his magic worked. He knew he'd have to go back eventually, but that was to be temporary. Hiccup wanted to live among the humans, but if they would only see him as some trickster creature, could they ever truly accept him?

The sun was low, lower than he thought it would be. He had to get to water before moonrise, he knew that. But where? He still had to keep the end of his tail dry.

🐟

He didn't make it.

Hiccup had gotten the human clothes off, and just as he was about to climb into the wash basin, his tail returned, leaving him stuck in the grass.

Flopping over to his back, he let out a frustrated groan. "Why can't things ever be simple," he wondered aloud, hands in his hair and his eyes closed, "she's a human, and I'm a merman. I should have expected that it wouldn't be received all that well..."

Astrid, the best warrior on Berk. And Hiccup...the cowardly merman who ran at the first sign of trouble.

His hands lowered to cover his face. "She deserves better..."

"I'm not so sure about that," said a voice from above. Startled, Hiccup opened his eyes to find Phlegma standing above him. Her arms were crossed, a basket of banging on her arm. "Aye, you shouldn't have left. You missed quite the spectacle. But, Hiccup?"

She knelt down, looking him in the eye. "What my daughter deserves is someone who loves her, cherishes her. You may be part fish, but you fit that bill."

Hiccup shook his head, "She's a warrior. She shouldn't be with a coward."

Phlegma paused before motioning for him to give her his tail. He curled the end of it towards her, and she began to change the wrappings, "Hiccup. I get the feeling that something caused that reaction of yours. It wasn't just Mildew, but something else."

Hiccup didn't respond, averting his gaze.

"Hm. I thought so. Something also tells me that you can be quite brave when the situation calls for it. I don't know how you did it, but you befriended a dragon. That takes bravery, lad."

"You're both young. You both have a lot to learn. But don't be so hard on yourself, Hiccup. Even mermen deserve love, you know," she gave him a soft smile, tying the new wrappings after applying some salve.

"Astrid is inside, worried about you. I told her to let me speak with you first," she rested a hand on his shoulder, and he finally met her gaze. "You did nothing wrong, Hiccup. Mildew, he's just looking to cause trouble. He always has been that way. If you had stayed, you would have seen just about everyone come to your defense. Axel and Astrid were the most vocal."

Gathering the supplies, she got to her feet. "I'll send Astrid out to you. I'll see you in the morning, dear."

Without another word, she left, leaving Hiccup a bit speechless as he stretched his fins out.

A moment later, he heard hurried footsteps approaching. Looking over at his girlfriend, he said, "I, I'm so sorry I ran off like that, I can explain..."

After a long training session, all Astrid wanted to do was cool off on the beach. Maybe a tiny swim, even though the ocean was so cold at this time of year. She pushed through the brush and staggered down to the shore.

Only to find a boy lounging in the shallows.

“Oh!” She dropped her axe in the sand. From his bare torso, she assumed he was naked. “Sorry! I didn’t know someone else would be…here…” as the apologies flowed, she realized from the waist down, he had green scales and a pair of fins.

No wonder she hadn’t recognized him.

“No way…” she inched closer. “A real mermaid! In the flesh! Are the stories true?” She stamped down her overwhelming curiosity for a moment to give him a stern point. “Don’t try anything fishy, mermaid. I’m very capable of protecting myself, got it?”

((I saw the prompt and went feral, hope you don’t mind))

[X]

Hiccup started, the water around him splashing as he sat up straight in surprise, before he moved a little further back, his cheeks flushed.

"No, sorry, I, I shouldn't--" Ducking his head, the merman awkwardly held up a hand, "Usually no one comes here..."

But his movements only caused his tail to briefly break the surface, emerald scales glittering in the sun for a moment before dipping below the water again.

Firmly, he responded, "Merman. I am a merman. And no, don't worry, I, I wasn't going to try anything...I know you'd probably kill me if I did..."

Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, which had partially dried in his time sitting in the shallow water. "What, what stories are you referring to?"

He knew, or at least had a gut feeling about what she was asking, but he wanted to hear it from her. She appeared wary, but not fearful. Maybe these humans didn't have the same fears of his kind like the others?

[owl-nerd-13]

Vincent, after living in warzones for decades of his life is obviously very good, and completely natural in crisis and it is very interesting to think about.

I imagine he's developed a very accurate sixth sense for danger, like he's out in Saint Peter's square and there's someone with a weapon, and he absolutely picks up on it before the Swiss Guards who are assigned to him. Which leads to the pope tackling the man assigned to protect him, who has a good head of height on him, before the would be assassin can get a shot off. (We can discuss how Vincent would feel about the 20 to 30 year olds who are swore to give their lives for him, when he has buried many many young soldiers before coming to the Vatican)

Like, he knows how to disarm someone who's holding a gun on him. He know how to safely handle the firearm. He knows how to disarm it. Knows how to talk someone down when they're determined to commit violence against you or others. Knows how to stall, how to delay. Probably can lie pretty damn well, if the situation calls for it.

And with so much of his ministry health focussed, I have to assume he knows a lot about medical care. He knows how to triage, how to determine who can be saved, and who should be made comfortable, he can splint limbs, and stitch wounds, and calculate doses of morphine in his head. He knows how to comfort those in pain, and those in mourning, and those who are going to die. If need be, he knows how to deliver a baby. (I don't know how that particular one would come up after his election, but I really want to think of a scenario where it does).

If he is injured, he probably knows exactly how bad it is, and what steps should be taken, and whether he's able to continue on for a bit before seeking help (not that people would let him). He probably has a very high pain tolerance, and can grit his teeth, and carry on.

He is so good, arguably at his best in a crisis. And I sometimes imagine sometime into his papacy, he is faced with one- not a diplomatic crisis, or a political crisis, but a real on the ground disaster, and and after jumping into the thick of it, despite the warnings of his guards, and officials, he realizes he finally, once again, know exactly what he's doing.

[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request headcannons for transformers x gn human reader who said they could hold their whole world in their hands then gently cupping their face?

☆ The World In Your Palm — Transformers x GN Human Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Features Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Starscream, Soundwave, and Megatron

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Optimus

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Can you now? That's quite the goal"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He thinks it's another cute little human idea initially. A bit of a naive one maybe, but most earth ideas for "shooting for the stars" always confused him a bit. He also sort of sums it up to a hyperbole and doesn't ask much more about it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Until you offer to show him. That gets his attention. Humans are capable of incredible feats, yes, but how were you planning to prove such a thing? Much more visibly confused, he leans down like you ask him to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As soon as your palms cup his cheekplates, he's even more bewildered. After thinking about it for a second, he chuckles, leaning into your touch as he uses a large hand to pull you a little closer. "That's very clever" he says with a smile "looks like I can hold the world in my hand too"

Ratchet

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Uh..huh. Good luck with that"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Completely doesn't understand the setup. The whole world?? This one? The giant ball in space holding billions of people? What's that supposed to mean? He assumes you're trying to bait him into a joke or something

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Then you ask him to lean down, and he's even more lost. If this is some sort of practical joke you'd learned from others, he wasn't excited for the outcome. But because it's you, he trusts it, bringing his face close enough for you to reach

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When your hands cup his face, he's even more lost. He runs the situation over again in his heads a few times before it actually lands. He acts exasperated to cover up how flustered he is, lightly patting your head. "You humans, I swear... cute trick, kid"

Bumblebee

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh yeah? Go ahead, try, I wanna see it"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's amused at the idea. He knows you're likely not being literal, but he wants to see where it goes. He's had a lot of fun learning human jokes so far, what's one more to the list?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He leans down as soon as you asked, excited to see the expected punchline. He can't exactly see where it's going yet, but knowing you he hopes for the best and waits expectantly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When your hands land on his face, he has to take a second to get it. There's a bit of a 'is that... it?' moment where he's still waiting for the joke. Then it clicks all at once, and he gains a very obvious blush on his face. He cups his hands around your head, grinning widely "Well I can hold my whole world in just one hand! Beat that"

Starscream

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Ha! That bold, are you? Is there no end to your feeble little plans?"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He sounds a little mean about it, but it's just his usual teasing. Sort of in a 'that's nice honey' kind of way. He of course argues that if anyone is fit to carry the world, it would be him, obviously

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It takes some convincing to get him to kneel down. He pretends like he's oh so busy and has so many important things to do, but inevitably gives in and indulges your whims

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second your hands reach his face, he gets it immediately. He stammered a bit, chuckling as he tried to brush it off. He didn't want it to be so obvious that something so small could fluster him, but he couldn't help it around you. "Ahem- well- you're very brave for being so forward! But I suppose I can allow you to hold on for a moment longer"

Soundwave

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Improbable. The world is too big for human hands"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Takes your words at direct face value. He's trying to be honest and let you down easy. He's got no idea how you somehow convinced yourself you were strong enough to pull that off, but he feels like he has to bring you back to reality

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's only confused when you ask him to come closer. What does this have to do with your claim? He leans down of course, but he doesn't understand what's happening

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When your hands hold his face, he just pauses. He's about to correct you, but before the words can fully leave his mouth, he realizes what you're trying to say. He sighs from his vents as he holds onto your wrists. "I see. I.. can hold the world in mine, too"

Megatron

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Aiming big, aren't we? Your time will come"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He indulges your comment. He's promised you the world, everything his servos can carry. Of course it'll all be yours someday, he'll make sure of it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He leans down at your request, though he of course asks what you're planning. He can tell by your little grin whenever you've got something brewing in your head, but he allows it for the sake of it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He catches on the second you hold his face, and he chuckles in amusement. "Ah, that's what you meant" he said, leaning into the embrace "clever... for a human" he teases lightly

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๑ kate the chaser

Kate doesn’t care how sensitive you are. If she wants to eat you out, then she’s going to. So you better quit running.

Kate likes to make sure you feel every inch of her strap. Morning, noon, or night, she’ll make sure your cunt is aching with the stretch of it.

Kate knows you need to leave for work soon. She’ll make this quick. You just lay back and relax.

Were you always this needy before bedtime? Either way, Kate was going to make sure you went to bed exhausted that night.

Kate is tired of these fucking things getting in the way. They’re cute, but she wants to see every inch of your body fall apart when she fucks you so mean.

Kate’s loves a how good you are. Loves how your legs open instinctively when she tightens the clasps of her strap around her hips, or when she slaps your face and you moan her name. She loves an obedient bitch.

๑ clockwork

Nat isn’t a patient girl. She could control herself when you started dropping hints about how wet you were. But when you start whining about getting home so she can eat you out, she doesn’t have the same restraint.

Nat could suck your tits for hours. She won’t stop until they’re red and swollen, it’s her favorite way to make you squirm.

Buying you drink after drink at the bar was supposed to be fun. Nat didn’t know when you got tipsy you turned into a desperate mess. She had to make sure you were taken care of quickly in the bar bathroom.

Nat hasn’t even gotten your shorts off and you’re already crying and soaking your panties through. What a shame she’s only just starting.

Nat loves forcing you to sit on her lap and ride her cunt like you don’t have a choice. Because you don’t. You’ll feel good because she told you to, not because you want to.

Nat will let you have your fun, but when she decides it’s time for you to shut up and take her strap, you better grip the sheets and hold on. She’ll make you cum faster than you can beg her to slow down.

๑ jane everlasting

Jane could dry hump you all day if you wanted. She thinks you’re so beautiful on top of her, moaning her name and kissing her till her lips are raw.

Jane knows exactly how to make you feel good. Her tongue knows every inch of your pretty cunt, how could she not be obsessed with the way you taste?

Jane rubbing her vibrator onto your clit so hard it goes numb. You’ve already cum 3 times, but she thinks you can give her just one more…

You’re so loud. Jane loves to hear your voice, crying out and pleading for her to go slower as she fucks your cunt just right. Her strap is big, but you’ll learn how to take it.

Jane loves ending her days swallowed up in your cunt, tasting just how wet you are, making you cum before cuddling into you and going to sleep.

Jane loves how your clit feels rubbing against hers. It’s hypnotic how your wetness gets everywhere. She’s obsessed.

๑ nina the killer

Nina woke up feeling so horny, she couldn’t even help it. You wouldn’t mind, right? She’ll make sure you feel good too…

Nina wants to break in her new strap with your every hole. She has to make sure it works, right?

Nina knew you liked the new stuffed animal she got you. She just didn’t know you liked it that much.

Nina just wanted to know what it felt like to be fingered. Who else would she ask besides her best friend? Making each other cum still makes you besties, doesn’t it?

Nina rubbing you through your panties so hard to the point they’re soaked practically see-through. But at this rate, she might as well just rip them off and finger fuck you for real.

You can’t believe how good Nina is with her strap. She rolls her hips just right, fucks you so good. She seems to like it too when she’s whimpering praises and compliments into your mouth.

๑ back to my masterlists

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[pushspacetocontinue]

"Yeah. I said that to the principal herself," Travis said, with a small shrug, "I said some kids get bullied enough by an adult at home, and why was it right for an adult to bully them in school too? Not that other kids doing it is okay, but they didn't take that as seriously."

He laughed a little bit.

"He certainly didn't like it when I got a bit too close to him, and I did notice he seemed a bit wary when someone else was holding a mop," Travis said, "But it was a lesson he needed to learn; he can't just picking on people just because he thinks they're weaker."

He smiled.

"I appreciate that. I suppose that is a fair point," Travis said, "Still, she dresses fabulously. Oh the best news was when I heard Custard was going to be all right. I was still in prison at the time, but after he stood up for a trans friend of his, these three absolute pieces of trash calling themselves men decided they wanted revenge. So they spiked his drink and beat the absolute hell out of him while he was feeling all sick and weak. They would have killed him if they hadn't been stopped. He was unconscious for two days, and the best news I got was knowing he was awake and was going to be fine. I don't know if you knew him at that point, it was around six years ago now."

There was a softness in his eyes then.

"We like her too," Travis said, "So that means a lot to hear. I know I've not known her all that long, but from what I've seen, she's an amazing lady and a wonderful mom."

But then he grinned again at hearing that.

"Knight Rider. I should watch that again when I get a chance to. That could be some fun," Travis said, "And that sure is a classic. Nice one, Willow."

Russell watched in some fascination as the fog moved around them. It was almost like it knew exactly who was in charge here.

"Heh, that is, that is true as well," Russell said, "Or, or the buzzing might have, might have driven me a, a bit batty."

"It was good for reading," Antonio agreed, "And it was also good for practising my monologues and evil laughing. And even coming up with some ideas with how we were going to face Five if he was going to become more a threat."

And he certainly had.

"It was comfortable for me at least," Antonio said, "Five stars for the stay I had."

Bill only managed a sheepish smile back at Veronica.

"Sure am," Bill agreed, "And I definitely deserve this."

That was all he had time to say before he was suddenly on his way, the last word stretching out as he completely lost his footing. Leofric watched him go.

"I doubt he will learn," Leofric just said, "But perhaps he will remember this."

It seemed that the message had been loud and clear, despite Leofric's subtly, in that Russell, Antonio and even Simon decided to place their attention on the gold pile as well.

"It's still amazing to see that you can do it," Leofric said. Antonio moved to pick up one of the coins, inspecting it, "But perhaps there will be a use for it sometime."

But it seemed as quickly as Rook had gone to feed, she was already done.

"Hope, hope that, that helped," Russell said, "Are, are you, you feeling any, any better?"

The least he could do was ask.

"Then they wonder why kids hate schools." Erica grumbled, "I bet they still tell the story of what you did! That guy must be scared of mops too now."

It still wasn't as satisfying as the guy getting skewered or having the mop broken over his head, but it was enough to get the point across.

"You hardly have the need to go unnoticed, Travis. One look at you is enough to discourage many from trying their luck." Willow pointed, "Erica was raised to hunt. It's only natural for her to be conspicuous despite her wardrobe."

"Yeah, sometimes I scare people by accident." Erica confirmed. Perhaps that choice of words was by accident as well. "If those were the second and third, what was the best news you got?"

"The afterlife is extensive. However, she most likely wouldn't mind making an attempt." Willow reassured, "Mother likes you as well as your brothers. That means her usual attentions will be extended to you all as well."

The need for closure would move the ghost lady most of all. Veronica would have agreed in a heartbeat, if only she still had a heart.

Willow considered her options, before tapping into the radio again. The car lacked the charm and bite of the real deal, but she hoped Travis was familiar with KITT. She hated wasting a good reference.

"Come on, Travis! You can't leave me hanging like this. I'm a marvelous car, but I can't do all the heavy lifting myself. That's your specialty."

Erica's ears perked up. "I know that voice! It's that talking car who hung out with that guy from SpongeBob!"

Willow smiled as she tossed her hair back, "I felt like going for a classic this time."

It seemed like these were typical shenanigans between the two of them.

The pocket dimension was very barren, but was far from still. The fog quietly parted as they walked, flowing all around them like an intricate network of streams. It was something Rook found calming in small doses, though her attention was focused elsewhere.

"There's no ugly moquette or buzzing lights either." Rook added, "It can be too quiet at times. Not that hearing distant noises would be any better. I guess it's good for reading, Antonio can probably attest to that. Or not– I'm still waiting for your review of your stay in my liminal closet."

It seemed like a nice way to divert the attention away from some rather unpleasant memories. That wasn't the time or place to start that argument and most of all, she didn't think Lucien should have been present to provide his opinion on the matter. The fae could be awfully unhelpful at times.

Though Bill was being just as helpful, in his own way. Veronica hadn't meant to follow up on her threat, but now she simply had to.

"Too many underestimate the importance of sound values when parenting." Veronica paused, her gaze trailing over at the inevitable duck comment, "You're simply hopeless."

And about to take a ride in the hard to discern void slide. Rook wasn't the only one able to mess with gravity there. Bill could take a ride and think about the consequences of his own actions.

Lucien was simply glad he wasn't the one falling into oblivion. He would simply turn the other way and let Rook have her moment of privacy so she could replenish her magic battery.

"Oh, I see you started synthesizing gold." he told Veronica.

"It's an old family recipe." Veronica replied, "It's a shame we can only use it sparingly these days."

Rook could do nothing but stand for a moment to watch the way everybody was ready to give her some space. It meant more than she was willing to admit. Then again, she never got too sentimental when her marks whenever she started feeling drained.

Rook silently turned and took a few steps away from the group, before there was a shift in the pocket to reveal one of the few monsters she had the time to catch lately. It looked like a hybrid between some kind of reptile and a rodent with a mantis-like head. It didn't really matter what it was or where it came from. She had found it trying to eat some poor schmuck and it had almost slashed her wing off with its claws. Now it was going to do something useful for a change.

"Imagine if Five found you instead." She would probably be starving. There was another shift as a bright light engulfed the monster, before it vanished into a swirly cloud of energy that was absorbed by her marks.

Rook took a moment to simply breathe, before turning back. "I… I'm done."

She didn't want to drag this on to avoid making it more awkward than it was.

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you could call me babe for the weekend

chapter two: welcome to the show

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“what? are you crazy? do you have temperature? let me check”, chan put his hand on your forehead to check

“no, no, listen to me”, you grabbed his shoulders and made him look you in the eye, “this is genius”

“no, y/n, this is ridiculous”

maybe it was because you had been going crazy all day trying to find a solution for the mess you had caused for yourself, but now that you had chan there and you had come up with this, you honestly saw no flaws in your plan. your best friend would be your fake boyfriend. it was perfect.

“chan, you are the perfect man for this, you have to do it with me”, you told him

he sighed looking at you and let his arms fall to his sides, “y/n, we’re best friends”

“exactly! that’s why this is perfect”, you let go of him and walked around your living room trying to convince him, “we know the other almost better than we know ourselves, we have been best friends for years now, it won’t be weird i’m sure, it would just be like we usually are but a higher level”, you looked at him again

“a higher level?”, he sighed again

“yes”

he rubbed his eyes a bit frustrated with your chaos and the fact that you were bringing him along, “y/n, your parents know me”

“and that’s why they will completely fall for it”, you walked up to him and grabbed his hands, “they already found weird that i had been seeing someone for a while and i hadn’t mentioned anything to them. when they realise it’s you, i will just tell them that we had been keeping it quiet because we wanted to make sure that everything between us was fine and we were completely sure of what we were doing to not jeopardise our friendship, that we had kept it only between us until we both felt ready. they won’t question it”

chan had never felt so indecisive in his life. yes, he wanted to help you, he would do anything for you and you knew that. but also, he was scared of the way that this weekend could change your friendship, the way that you two could fall from the tightrope you were just about to walk on and lose yourselves on the fall… you couldn’t see that now, you were too worried about how to survive this weekend.

but he could, and he was not ready for that to possibly happen. not now, not ever.

“chan, please”, you tried again, “i promise i won’t make you watch scary movies again, and i will help you on laundry days”

“no, y/n, don’t blackmail me”, he pushed you away and walked around the table, trying to put some distance between the two of you

“i will bake the cake that you love so much and i will bring it to the cabin and we can eat it together and not leave the room the entire day just… please… chan, i need you”

he looked at you and you were just there. battling your eyelashes at him, looking at him like your life was on his hands. how could he say no to you.

he could never do that.

he let out what probably was the biggest sigh of his life, “fine, i’ll do it”

“thank you thank you thank you i love you so much you’re the best friend in the entire world i promise to make you the biggest cake you’ve ever seen in your entire life”, you crossed the room and jumped into his arms with an abnormal force, but luckily chan was able to catch you on time

“yeah yeah, it’s whatever”, he put you on the floor again, “you owe me, big time”

“yes, i know”, you looked at him with the biggest smile and the brightest eyes he had ever seen.

you hugged chan again, and he hugged you back.

there were few things in your life that you could be completely sure of, but there was one thing that you knew.

chan would always have your back.

“i’m leaving the company now, do you want me to buy anything on the way?”, chan asked you on the phone

“no it’s fine, i cooked today so there’s no need”, you told him through the speaker as you were finishing dinner for the two of you

“you sure?”, you could hear the door of the car closing

“i’m sure, plus i baked you some cake for tonight too, as an extra thank you for your help”

“yes!”

you smiled at his reaction, even though he couldn’t see you. you could just picture him, cheering in the car because you had made him cake. he was going to be the death of you.

“okay, so i’ll be there in 15 minutes tops” he said

“fine, drive safe, see you”

“see you soon, love”, and with that he hung up the phone

you couldn’t help the blush that adorned your cheeks at chan’s pet name for you. this week you had been working on what you had called “the family trap”, which was basically your plan for this weekend.

you had told him what he should expect from this weekend: you two would arrive on friday and that day you would be with your parents, grandparents and also your uncle, aunt and cousin. on saturday, to celebrate your aunt’s birthday, some of her friends and relatives would go there to spend the day. they would arrive in the morning and leave trough out the day, whenever they wanted. and then on sunday, your family and you two would go back to seoul.

easier said than done. “calm down, it will be okay, i’m gonna be there with you”, he told you every time he saw you getting anxious about it or feeling overwhelmed.

tonight, he was coming to finish preparing small details that had been left out. and also to spend some time with you, something you two did whenever you could.

you had just finished setting up the table when the door rang. you went to open it and saw that chan was there, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“chan, what’s that?”

“flowers, can’t you see?”, he asked you while coming in

“no you idiot, i can see them. i meant why do you have them”, you closed the door and followed him to the living room

“well, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i went to my girlfriend’s house and didn’t give her anything”, he told you while giving you the flowers

“you’re an idiot, you know that”, you said while taking the flowers from him

“a thank you would have been nice”, he replied sarcastically

you laughed at him, “thank you, chris, they’re very beautiful”

“you’re welcome, i know they’re your favourite “

you nodded while looking at him. for a moment none of you said anything, you just stayed there, looking at each other in the middle of your living room.

you cleared your throat and looked away from him, “right, i’m gonna go and find a vase for the flowers, you can sit down”, you left the room as quickly as you could while trying to seem normal. suddenly the room was very hot and you were almost sure you didn’t have the heater on.

once you put the flowers on a vase, you went back and sat on a chair in front of chan. you started eating while you talked about your day.

he talked about how the recording had gone that day and how han’s voice had broken while he was recording and how they almost pissed themselves while laughing - and you while he told you the story - and you told him how you had been working on different meetings that your boss had planned for the next week.

for an outsider, this scene would perfectly be of a normal couple, eating together while they told each other what they had been doing while they missed each other. that was what you wanted to portray this weekend.

“okay so, we’re leaving tomorrow at 3 right?”, he asked you after you both had finished dinner - and the cake of course.

“yes, it’s an hour drive, so there’s no need to leave earlier than that”

“okay, we’ll go in my car, so i’ll come to pick you up”

“you sure? i can go to your dorm and we can leave from there”, you asked him

“no, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i made my girlfriend move from one place to another? don’t worry, i’ll pick you up”, you felt your heart stutter a bit

“okay”, you looked down trying to calm the blush that had covered your cheeks once again

“y/n, there’s one thing we haven’t talked about”, chan told you a bit serious this time

you looked at him quite surprised, “what?”, you thought you had gone over everything: the plans for everyday, the people that would be there, the kind of questions that your aunt and cousin would ask him, the-

“our limits”, he said

you blinked at him, “our limits?”

“yeah, i mean… we both are kind of touchy and physical people, we are often hugging or close to each other, but if we need to appear to be in a relationship, maybe that’s not enough”, he said while looking at anywhere but you

“right…”

“i-i mean, i’m not saying that we have to make out or any of that, please don’t get me wrong”, he put his hands up trying to defend himself, so you didn’t think bad of him or anything

“no no, don’t worry, i understand what you meant”

“okay…”, he let out a sigh

“i mean, we’re pretty touchy with each other, you’re right, so i guess we could… you know, stay the same, but maybe a bit more? if that makes sense”, you asked him

“yeah, i think that would work, us but a bit more”

“yeah, us a bit more”

“just no kissing on the lips”

“no no, no kissing on the lips”, why would he even say that?

you both were a bit embarrassed at that moment and for the first time in your many years of friendship, the two of you sat in silence, not knowing what to say. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence it was just… silence charged with something unknown. something that had a lot of weight. but you didn’t know what it was, at least not yet.

“right so, i’m gonna go and finish packing for tomorrow”, he told you while standing up to leave

“oh right, yeah, i have to pack too, so i better get to that now, yeah”, you stood up as well

there was something weird going on between the two of you. you could just tell, but you hoped that it would go away for the weekend, nothing could go wrong in this trip.

“i will call you tomorrow before i leave to make sure you’re ready, okay?”, he asked you while he opened the door

“okay, and chris… thanks again, this means a lot to me”, you told him being completely honest

“don’t even mention it, that’s what friends are for, right?”, you swear you saw something in his eyes when he said that, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared

“yeah, you’re right”, you let out a forced smile, he could see right through it but decided to not say anything

“bye love, see you tomorrow”

and with that, he was gone

you turned around in your bed for the thousandth time that night. it didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t sleep tonight. your mind wasn’t letting you. your thoughts were running and running and running.

you were nervous about the trip. but not about your aunt, no. about bang chan. chan and you. and your friendship.

you and him were best friends. the very best of friends. but you couldn’t deny that at the beginning of your friendship, you had had a small crush on him. okay maybe it wasn’t that small. or a crush either.

you had been in love with him. probably a small part of you still was. but you knew you two together would never happen because he was your best friend. your were completely sure he only saw you as his best friend. so, as cliche as it sounded, you decided you wouldn’t say anything in order to save your friendship. if the options were having him as your best friend or not having him at all, you would always choose the first one.

you had had relationships after meeting him and while some of them didn’t work because, well… different reasons, some of them didn’t work because you couldn’t help but compare your then boyfriends to chan. what chan would have done if you were with him. you knew you couldn’t do that, but your hearts doesn’t always listen to your head.

so now, after an entire week of planning what you both wanted to be a real - not perfect- couple, your heart couldn’t help but mess up with you. you were creating the plot of the type of life you could have had. but you hadn’t had. and you had to fake it now.

your turned around again, this time placing the pillow above your head. it may have been you the person who just one week ago was sure that this would work out perfectly and that you could definitely do it and blah blah blah. you had been pretending for a week, with just you two. the big nights hadn’t even happened yet. and your heart was already a mess.

you screamed into the pillow. you punched the bed.

why did you have to make this mess in the first place?

why did you bring chan into all of this?

was it really too late to say that you couldn’t go?

“blue hair?”

“mmm, could be, but i’m not sure”

“red hair?”, you tried again

“no, that’s a big no”

“oh listen please, blonde!”, you said excitedly

“really? would you like that one?”

“oh my god, are you kidding? yes please, you looked great with blonde hair”

he laughed at your reaction, “okay i guess i’ll think about it”

you and chan had almost arrived at the cabin and he was telling you that he had been thinking about a new hairstyle for the next comeback and he wanted to know your opinions so you took your opportunity to defend blonde bang chan as the number 1 bang chan

you sighed while looking out the window, feeling the nerves starting again. chan looked at you and saw how anxious you were getting, “hey”, he tried to catch your attention, “look at me”, you did

“everything is going to be fine, alright? i’m going to be with you all the time, and no one’s going to suspect anything okay? we got this”, he held your hand and squeezed it to reassure you that he was there with you. he would always be.

“okay”, you smiled at him

you arrived at the cabin and saw your uncle’s car and also your grandparents’ car. chan parked his car next to theirs and before you got out from the car, he grabbed your hands again, “y/n, we got this okay? your aunt won’t see us coming, we’re gonna make her regret everything bad she has ever said about you okay? i’m with you”

for the first time that day, you felt like you could finally breathe, so after breathing out you replied, “okay, we got this”

“that’s my girl”, he smiled at you and you smiled back at him

when you got out from the car and went to get your suitcases, you saw your parents’ car parking next to chan’s. you looked at chan and saw that he was already looking at you, “you ready?”, you asked him

he nodded, “let’s do this”

your parents left their car and went to hug you, “hi honey, how have you been?” your dad asked you

“i’ve been good, busy with work but good”, you replied while hugging him and your mom after. when you finished, you turned to look at chan, “mom, dad, you remember bang chan right?”, you asked your parents

your mom was a bit surprised to say the least. she had been expecting you to introduce some new boy you had met, not you best friend turned into boyfriend now, “i-i, yeah, of course we remember, how have you been?”

he went up to your parents and meet them properly, “i’ve been very good, thank you, and thanks for having me here this weekend”, as always, chan was the image of perfect son-in-law

“don’t worry, it’s our please son”, it was your dad who talked now

with that, you all took your baggage and went into the cabin. it was time to start the main show

once inside, you hugged and said hello to all of your family and then, introduced chan

“right, so everybody, this is chan…chan, this is everybody”, he bowed politely to your family and you could see that your grandparents took an instant liking to him. your uncle shook his hand too, good sign as well.

but then, the moment you had all been waiting for: your aunt and cousin.

“i feel like i’ve seen you before”, that was the first thing your aunt told him

your cousin, whose mouth had been open wide since she first saw chan entering the house, said “mom, he is bang chan from stray kids!”

“oh, so you’re famous?” that got your aunt’s attention. you didn’t know if that was a good thing or not

“yeah, well… kind of”, you could tell that chan was starting to feel a bit embarrassed, he didn’t like getting this type of attention, especially from people that he knew were not very good towards you.

you took it as your sign to go to your room to unpack and give you two a moment. you went upstairs and closed the door behind you.

“right, sorry about that, but this is the kind of energy we’re going to have this whole weekend so i-“, you stopped talking when you looked at your room. how could you forget about this. your room, the one that you had always used on your own and were using for the first time with your - fake - boyfriend had only one bed. you hadn’t thought about that. you closed your eyes and breathed in. counted till three and breathed out.

“chris, there’s only one bed”, you told him with your back towards him

“mmm, okay, don’t worry about that, i… i can sleep on the floor, there’s no problem”

you turned around so quickly you felt dizzy, “no, you don’t have to do that, i’ll take the floor, you are in this mess because of me, it’s the least i can do”

“no, y/n, i can’t let you do that, i’m fine on the floor don’t worry”

“no, chris, you’re not sleeping on the floor”

“then what?”, he asked you, even though you both knew the answer

you were the first one to break the silence, “we can share the bed, it’s big enough for both of us. besides, we’re supposed to be a couple, so i guess we should sleep together”

“yeah, i guess”, you looked at each other, the same kind of silence that filled your living room yesterday happening again, and it was chan who broke it first for the second time

“let’s unpack everything now, shall we?”, and with that he went towards your suitcases to get everything ready in your room.

you breathed in and out again, you felt like you were going to do that a lot this weekend

the weather had been extremely good all day, so you took it as your opportunity to have dinner on the terrace of the cabin. the conversation had been good for most part: your parents already liked chan from before, and your grandparents and your uncle seemed to like him as well. you couldn’t blame them, chan was easily the best person you had ever met, everyone who knew him liked him. he was just that kind of person.

everything had been going well but of course, it wasn’t going to be like that all night. your aunt and cousin had been analysing him the entire night, whispering between each other and questioning how someone like bang chan - handsome, funny, the image of the perfect guy - could be with someone like, well… you. you were just a normal girl, with a normal job, nothing extravagant about you, who liked everything simple and were happy with small things. how could someone that amazing be with just a random girl?

“so bang chan, you seem to be able to do anything right? i mean, you sing, you write, you dance, you’re kind of perfect”, your aunt told chan when you finished dinner. it seemed that someone had done some research while you had been unpacking.

“well, i wouldn’t say perfect, but we all work hard for the group to achieve new things”, chan replied politely, always including his boys

“no, but you have a successful group under you, who follow your orders, you must be so powerful”, your aunt continued

“they don’t follow my orders, i might be the leader, but we do everything together, we’re a team”, you could see that the question had rubbed chan the wrong way, and while people who didn’t know him wouldn’t notice any changes, you did. you always did

“anyway, having that much power must feel amazing, not forgetting how much you must be paid i’m sure”, you knew your aunt wasn’t shy when she wanted to know something and she wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but even this surprised you. you honestly didn’t even know what to say

chan just smiled at her and reached for his glass to drink, honestly he only did this to have his mouth occupied and not say anything. after all, even if this conversation was only just between you two and your aunt and cousin, your whole family was there and he didn’t want to make a scene.

“bang chan i heard your new comeback is happening soon, are you excited?”, your cousin asked him. this couldn’t be good

“yes, we’ve been working very hard so i’m excited to finally share it with the world”, he answered

“awesome! and are you done with preparing the choreos for promo and all that stuff?”, she continued. where was she going with this?

“kind of, we’re in the middle of all that, just practising choreos and concepts and getting everything ready”

“oh i’ve always loved dancing, i did it when i was a kid. you know, i was very good with movements and also very flexible. i’d love if one day i could go and watch you perform”, she told him while ogling her eyes at him

you rolled your eyes so hard you swear they almost fell from your head. honestly you knew this was gonna be chaos, but not this kind of chaos

chan let out a nervous laugh, not knowing what to reply, “well, i’ll see what i can do”

“or maybe i could go and watch you rehearse. i’m also very into fashion, so maybe i could suggest something that could go with you know… your concepts”, you were about to throw your glass of water on her face. you were going to do it. you were this close to doing it when you felt chan’s hand grabbing your thigh, calming you down.

he knew you better than you knew yourself, so when you pictured yourself throwing water towards your cousin, he had already pictured himself stopping you from doing that.

chan’s hand on your thigh hadn’t gone unnoticed by your aunt, of course not.

“so tell me, how did this thing between you happen?” she asked you

you looked at chan, getting ready to answer your aunt, but found him already looking at you and beating you to it, “well we had known each other for a long time but had never given us a go, you know, it was this kind of “right person, wrong time” thing, until we decided we couldn’t do it anymore, so we just went for it and well, here we are”

your aunt was not happy with his answer

“yeah but, don’t get me wrong, you have such a wonderful life and meet a lot of people, famous people at that, why aren’t you with someone of the same category?”, there it was, the offensive question, nothing that you hadn’t heard before, you were used to it.

but chan wasn’t, and he wasn’t having any of it, he had had enough, “well to be fair, i’ve always been in love with y/n, ever since we first met and the reason why i never said anything was because i thought she deserved better, not someone that would be working everyday and would spend months away. but i couldn’t take it anymore, so i decided to be selfish and confess. and now, i thank my lucky stars every day that she felt the same way, because i’ve never been happier and i just hope i make her as happy as she makes me”

you were speechless and could do nothing else but look at him. you and chan had anticipated that this type of questions could come out and that you would have to deal with them, but you never thought that chan would answer like this. like he was telling the truth. like these were his real feelings. his deepest secret.

you almost believed him completely. almost. you wanted to. but then you remembered that he was supposed to be your boyfriend. and boyfriends said this type of things all the time. “don’t get your hopes up”, you told yourself

“so, to answer your question, i don’t want to be with anyone of my category as you put it, i want to be with y/n, and that’s it”, chan finished and looked at you.

you were in so much trouble.

it was after midnight, everyone had already gone to their rooms. you were sitting in your bed, ready to go to sleep. chan was in the bathroom, getting ready to join you.

you were looking at your phone but got lost in your thoughts. you couldn’t stop thinking about chan’s words before. right person, wrong time he had said. you knew it was all an act but a part of you hoped that it wasn’t. and that hurt a little bit.

you weren’t blaming chan, you would never do that. but this was what you had been dreading the last couple of days. feeding the delusional part of you that believed that chan could have ever felt the same way you felt towards him. that at one time, there possibility of you together had existed, but none of you had been brave enough to take it.

“y/n? you there?”, you heard chan asking you after leaving the bathroom

“yeah, sorry, got lost in my head a bit”

“i could see that”, he laughed at you, “mmm, i usually sleep without a t-shirt on but if you don’t feel comfortable i can put one on”

you had been so lost in your head you hadn’t even realised he only had some shorts on. oh lord.

“no no, it’s okay, i don’t mind”, you told him

“okay”, with that he got into bed with you

“so, first day down, only two to go. thoughts? prayers? do you need me to call the boys so they come and rescue you?”, you asked him while laughing, trying to take some pressure off

he laughed at you and got comfortable next to you, “no no, i’m fine, you don’t need to call the boys. but it was intense, i’ll give you that”

“yeah it was”, you agreed with him

“i still can’t believe you aunt just asked about money like that, like she was asking about, i don’t know, food or clothes”, he told you while laughing uncontrollably

“well my favourite moment was when my cousin flirted with you, i wonder what her boyfriend would think of that”

“y/n, she was not flirting”

“chris, are you fucking kidding me? she sure was”

“well maybe a bit but not full on i think…”, he knew she had been flirting with him but he was trying to make you feel better

“chris, she was this close to jumping your bones right in front of all of us”

“y/n!”, chris snorted at that

“it’s true and you know it!”, you hit him on his chest, making him laugh even harder, “you should have known, you’re the king of flirting”

“i am not”

“yes, you are”

“no, i am not”

“chris, for fuck’s sake”, you went to hit him again, but he grabbed your hand in his

“okay, i’ll admit it, if you say please”, he used one hand to push himself upwards to have a better look at you under him

“chris, fuck off”

“oh i will fuck off, if you say please”, he pushed

“chris”, you were laughing uncontrollably at this point, with tears from laughter falling down your face

“okay okay, we’ll leave it like this for now”, he laid again with his head on the pillow, right next to yours

you turned on your side and looked at him, laughing at him and his antics. he looked at you, feeling relaxed and content, until he saw something and grabbed your head

“oh no, i think you’ve lost it”, he placed his hands on your cheeks while looking at your ear

“what? what did i lose?”, you touched your ear thinking he may be talking about your earring- which was the place he was looking at - but you felt it there, there was nothing missing

“i think you’ve lost your last name, do you wanna take mine?”, he asked you with the biggest smile on his face

“chris for fuck’s sake stop it!”, you hit his chest once again and pushed him, while he just laughed at you

you couldn’t believe this idiot. you looked at him and laughed, just from watching him. because at that moment, you were happy. with him. just you two like no one else existed at that moment.

he looked at you, with a soft smile on his face, and he used his hand to place a lock of your hair behind your ear.

you felt your cheeks blushing again but hoped he wouldn’t see it.

“y/n, i knew these trips were always difficult for you, but i had no idea they could be like this, i’m proud of you for enduring them for so long”, he told you honestly

at that moment, you felt seen. like you always felt with chan. like your feelings mattered. like you were someone important

“thank you”, you didn’t say anything else, you couldn’t

he could see it, so he didn’t push it.

“let’s sleep, it’s been a long day and we have a birthday party tomorrow, and i heard someone brought a delicious cake that i can’t wait to taste”

you laughed at him and got ready to sleep

“i heard the cake was your favourite”, you told him while you closed your eyes

you were almost completely asleep - you hadn’t realised how tired you were - when you heard him whispering

“my favourite is the person who baked the cake”

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[razorblade180-heated]

Trapped

[Knightshade smut]

Life throws curveballs but sometimes random occurrences feel more like ambushes than rare possibilities. For reasons unknown, Jaune found himself with Blake in a room similar to team RWBY’s dorm; although there was a lack of windows. A giant fridge against the wall replaced it. The next thing he noticed was his clothes. His normal attire had been replaced with blue pajama pants and a black shirt. He looked at the door that would normally lead outside. Above it was a sign Blake took the time to read aloud. She also seemed to be in her sleeping robe.

“Requirements unfulfilled. Please satisfy both parties to unlock the way out.” Her ears twitched. Blake twisted the doorknob. Sure enough, it was locked tightly. “Well this is interesting.”

“Uhh, Blake? Where are we right now?”

“Beats me. Somewhere familiar for convenience, but not exactly the same.”

“Requirement unfulfilled? We have to do something?”

“Yeah. Most likely it’s each other.” She said casually, looking his way to see a look of silent confusion. “That wasn’t a joke.”

“Nah, it had to have been. It caught me off guard is all.”

“Jaune, I’ve read about scenarios like this before. A locked door with two people in it and requirements to leave. Surely I’m not the only one?”

Blood rushed to his cheeks. “Umm, I’m aware of the trope. Although I never really read those kinds of books!” He quickly added. “Doesn’t that feel like a leap in logic?”

“We are in pajamas.” Blake walked over to the fridge and grabbed the handle. “I bet you my favorite book that inside this fridge is food, water, and energy drinks.”

“Those are normal things to find in a fridge.” He said in denial, witnessing the door open to reveal a bunch of sandwich slices and the drinks she mentioned. “Oh wow. That’s a bunch of food.”

“Yeah, enough to keep our energy up. That, or to make it to the acceptance stage.” She closed the fridge and looked at her young, inexperienced friend. “Now I know what you’re thinking. You want to try and find other clues.”

“This could be like an escape room. The requirements are vague enough. Maybe-” His train of thought crashed when Blake chose to lay on her bed, her finger curling towards her repeatedly as she smiled. Jaune couldn’t help but slowly walk over and sit on the edge of the bed.

His reservations were understandable. It was even adorable. Blake couldn’t help but smile as she wrapped her arms around him and made the boy lay down with her.

“Hi~” She cooed.

“H-Hello.” He stuttered. She smelled really nice this close. Like lavender. “Why are you so calm about this?”

“Because I trust you. It’s also not my first time.”

“Who said it was mine!?” Said the obvious virgin. All it took was a raised eyebrow. “Okay, it would be my first.”

“Heh, ya don’t say?” Blake slowly rubbed his chest. Jaune’s heart was racing. “Ever kissed anyone?”

“A couple times. Cut me a little slack.”

“Haha, sorry. So, here’s what I’m thinking. I should take the lead and get things rolling. No offense, but satisfying you will most likely be the easier of the two arguments. That being said, I don’t think I’m particularly difficult to satisfy. It’s probably why we got stuck together.”

“Ya think so? I guess that makes sense.” The thought of him getting stuck with someone like Weiss made him realize they would’ve tried breaking the door or finding a hidden path that didn’t exist. “Yeah that definitely makes sense…”

“I’m going to go relatively slowly. Let me know if you actually need me to stop. Okay? I don’t want to ruin this for you. A first is important.”

“I don’t know how you would ruin it honestly. I trust you too.” He smiled softly.

That put Blake’s own mind at ease. “Jaune, close your eyes.” She watched his blue eyes disappear then made her move, immediately kissing him. His lips were softer than expected. He wasn’t timid about kissing her back either. Jaune leaned into it with ease.

“So he does have a little experience.” Blake carefully climbed on top of him to make more room on the bed. Her hands guided him to hold her at the waist while she deepened the kiss. It was easy to tell he was tense. Who wouldn’t be? Time to fix that. Blake slid her tongue between his slips, seeking Jaune’s own tongue to tease while she put her weight down on him.

Nothing could’ve prepared him to feel his tongue get coiled around another. A slight hum came from Blake, spurring him a little. It was hard to keep still. Especially when he felt her sink her hips against his lap. His body instinctively pressed up a bit, making her hips move more. The kiss broke slowly, leaving a thin thread of spit between them. Amber eyes looked down at him with such resolve he couldn’t help but turn his head.

“Heh, cute.” Blake thought, feeling her spot on his lap grow more crowded as he gained a full erection. She lowered her head again. This time she gently kissed his neck, preparing it for a nice long lick that made his body jolt. Blake then bit him slowly, repeating this in several spots as she rubbed herself against his clothed length. Its heat was rising like the man’s breath.

“Just relax okay~” She whispered softly in his ear before licking it too.

Every part felt hot to Jaune. Blake’s tongue was too intense to ignore. Her hips had become bolder in their movements while her nails grazed down his torso.

“Bl-Blake~” He moaned. Her gaze came back into view briefly before sweeping him up into another deep kiss.

Jaune’s fingers tightened around the girl’s robe, causing it to fall off her shoulders gradually until the collar now hung by her elbows. When she rose up from the kiss, his eyes couldn’t help but look down at her exposed chest. They were much bigger than he realized. Possibly bigger than Nora’s. Blake’s nipples were a very light brown and perky. Jaune was at a loss for words as the pair moved slightly with every breath.

Blake could feel her face getting pinkish. “Even I’ll get embarrassed if you stare at me like that.” She took his right hand and let him grab her left boob. His warm fingers sunk in, kneading the mound gently and firmly at the same time. The pressure was better than expected. Looks like Jaune was good with his hands.

“Tell me, is this a new experience for you too? You’re doing well.”

“Seeing boobs, no. Massaging them, this is a first. I was in the same room with Nora and Pyrrha. We had to change quickly all the time. Not to mention the occasional bathrobe being forgotten outside.”

That made sense. Nora would be more than comfortable enough to walk around naked in front of her team. Especially if it had been a long day. Blake moved her way down until her hips hover over Jaune’s legs and her face was in the perfect position by his waistband. A clear outline of his dick was pressed against the soft fabric.

“Your turn to get a little exposed.” She peeled back his pants along with the boxers. The erection sprung free with all its glory the second it could, earning a gasp from Blake. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but Jaune was much girthier than expected. The length wasn’t anything too crazy. Maybe a little more than six inches. Still, when it was wider than her own wrist…

The silence made it difficult to not be self conscious. “Does it look weird?” Jaune said nervously.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Blake gently grabbed it, feeling it flinch in her hand that didn’t even hold it completely. The tip was already leaking with precum while she was still sizing him up. “Good news. I’m confident you can satisfy me with a bit of work.”

“Hehe, really? I didn’t realize it until now but that definitely makes me feel better. Didn’t even know I was thinking about it that hard.”

“Everyone has an ego, Jaune.” Hers was currently flaring up. Blake had bigger toys than this, but the girth was still intimidating. Not to mention hot flesh was vastly different from silicone. The goal is to leave here quickly but if she was being honest, Blake was getting into it.

“Jaune, I should’ve mentioned this earlier but please try not to touch my cat ears. Okay?”

“Of course.” He put his hands over his head. “They’ll stay up here.”

“Hehe, good boy.” Blake teased. She gave him no further warning before treating herself to his taste. A single long lick up the shaft before brushing her hair out of her face and swallowing the man whole.

Jaune’s mind couldn’t even process the immense warmth that washed over him for a moment. The tongue that played with him earlier now coiled around his cock in slick heat all the way down. “Uuungh!” A chill ran up his spine and buckled his hips.

Blake took him all the way down until her nose was against his lap, then pulled herself up slowly in dramatic fashion until only his head remained hidden. Her eyes looked up at a face full of disbelief and pleasure. She could’ve gone slower, but something about his inexperience made her want to sweep Jaune into a world he’s never known. Blake lowered her head again, and again, finding a nice rhythm that made the cock in her throat twitch as she suckled on it. She wasn’t stingy with her saliva or her hands rubbing the base. Blake wanted this to be messy; she wanted Jaune screaming.

Her goal wasn’t hard to obtain. In a matter of minutes he was panting, his length enduring an all encompassing sense of pleasure that massaged every inch. The back of her throat hugged him tirelessly while the feeling of Blake’s tongue traced his name on his shaft. The hands he put over his head were now gripping the pillow to remain there.

“Oh my gods~” he moaned. Sounds escaped him that he didn’t know he could make. A moment of cool air graced his lower half as Blake’s pursed lips glided off of him. For a second, Jaune thought he had a moment to compose himself. Instead he felt a left hand stroke him slowly while those dangerous lips and tongue dipped lower to gently devour an aching package. “Aaaangh! Uuunngh~”

Music to her ears. Blake carefully took a ball into her mouth, outlining every crevice of it before sucking gently. The way his cock trembled in her head was proof of her work. The tip flowed endlessly with more precum that covered it and her fingers, adding to the drool that kept it nice and slick. Not only did he smell good, but the taste was wonderful. Blake couldn’t stop herself from humming more as she moved onto the second heavy orb. She had half a mind to taste the sack in its entirety. The half of her thoughts made her free right hand wander down between her own legs. Black panties were removed without issue. Middle and ring finger slid along aroused lips before pushing inside to stave off her own growing eagerness.

The quiet girl popped the orb out of mouth to take a fresh breath. “Cum whenever you like.” Blake gasped, licking her way up Jaune’s cock again before swallowing. Man, was it thick. She had to be careful or else she might hurt or on jaw. Not to mention bite him. The throbbing grew stronger and the taste more pronounced. This might be the first time her pussy was jealous of her own mouth. Fingers weren’t cutting it, but she Jaune was way too close to start more serious fun.

The man was somewhere else, hanging onto the words his friend said as she brought him closer to the edge. Jaune’s eyes were completely shut while his ears filled with the perverted noises of Blake’s glorious mouth. His hips began to raise.

“Blake!” Her lips sealed around the tip, lapping it as she sucked him like a straw. “Aaaaah!”

There it was. Blake quickly went down on him halfway, making room for ropes of hot seed to fill her mouth. Her own heart raced as the taste became the only thing flooding her senses. She made sure to slowly drag out his orgasm by continuing to slowly bob her head as she swallowed his flavor. Her tongue left no room for spills while teasing the tip for more despite Jaune’s whimpers. Blake made sure he was still nice and hard for her. Finally, she removed her fingers from her dripping entrance.

Blake got up on her knees and briefly looked towards the door. Half the sign bearing the instructions was now green. Looks like they were at a steady pace. Although frankly, Blake wouldn’t mind at all if they were still at zero. With no words, she laid on top of him like earlier. Lips returned to his neck, ripe with sweat while her lower lips grinding on his thickness. She really wanted to take things a little slower, but Blake was at her limit.

“You don’t have to worry about moving. Just stay nice and hard for me~” Her soiled right hand took hold of the fierce erection, aiming it right against the entrance. Blake sunk her hips slowly to feel her walls pry open for him. A sigh of passion left her lungs. “Aghn~”

Jaune witnessed the girl purring as she sucked on his neck. Never has he felt such a warm and immense pressure squeeze down on him. Blake’s hips were on autopilot, raising up to arch her back before coming down to plant her soft and full ass on his lap.

He blushed wildly. “Oh fuck…” Every part of her was soft and intoxicating. Just like before, a sway controlled her hips. Only now that he was inside, he could feel his cock press against a spot that made her walls grip him selfishly. Blake said he didn’t have to move, but doing nothing was a quick way to another orgasm.

Breath after breath, her hips lowered to feel full. She was right about girth. It demanded no compromise; it made her body fit to its design. Thank the gods his length was pretty normal. It might actually hurt otherwise. Her thoughts were all jumbled up until the warmth of his hands on her ass brought her senses back. He wasn’t afraid to squeeze it while he returned a few kisses to the neck.

“Hehe. I take it you like my butt?”

“I’m liking a lot of things right now.” He said between breaths, focusing on Blake’s rhythm. After several more sways, Jaune thrusted up in sync with her movements.

A gasp shot out of her as his cock pressed deeper inside, burying itself into her favorite spot. Blake let out a sultry giggle, approving of his actions. She nibbled his earlobe and responded with stronger slams onto him, making the room an echo chamber of clapping.

“Good boy. Just like that.” She whispered, feeling the effects her words had on him. “Make me cum all over it!”

Jaune wasn’t sure if he was learning more about Blake, or himself. Regardless, it was turning him into puddy. His hips tirelessly worked to meet her body’s expectations and feel its reward. He couldn’t tell how close she was, but as long as kept purring, he knew he was doing alright. Blake brought her hands together on his chest and sat up straight. Jaune watched the woman get on her feet like a frog, using her own body weight to spear herself on him repeatedly as she bounced with her eyes closed in bliss. Once again, his eyes were fixated on a toned stomach, bouncing breaths, and now the glorious view of a soaked pussy making his dick disappear.

Blake could feel herself falling deeper into her desires. Her body chased after this swelling sensation that left her stomach in knots that threatened to snap as she continued to ride Jaune. She could his callous fingers rub her inner thighs, moving inwards until a single finger pressed against her clit and rubbed slowly. Blake craned her neck upwards as she groaned in utter satisfaction.

“Don’t stop. Keep playing with it!”

She bounced harder, allowing her body the temptation it desired. She made sure that cock spread her completely open as it hit her favorite spot several more times before she couldn’t hold herself any longer. With one final slam, Blake sat down completely on Jaune’s dick, cumming aggressively on it. Her walls showed no mercy, wringing the man out until more loads of white pumped into her. Perhaps both of them were pent up, cause neither said a word while their muscles tensed up tightly. Blake let her body fall forward onto Jaune again. Even covered in sweat, he smelled nice.

“Not bad. Not bad at all for your first time.” She groaned pleasantly. “Your hands feel good.”

Jaune took that as an opportunity to hold her. He gently rubbed her back while his mind still bathed in the afterglow. Blake’s purring became louder.

“You were something else.” He finally spoke. “That was intense.”

“I don’t read all those books for nothing. Self indulgence like that is my little escape.” Her body was starting to feel heavy. Jaune was still inside her and half mast from the feeling of it. “Can you see the sign from here? Tell me if it's sold green or half red.”

Jaune leaned his head to the side. “Half green, half red.”

Blake’s ears fell in embarrassment. It was wishful thinking but she knew she had at least one more round in her. “Maybe we should’ve started with me? I’m trying my best not to overwhelm you.”

“You say that, but that blowjob earlier was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Well I wasn’t gonna halfass this. It’s your first time! It should be amazing but not overwhelmingly one-sided.”

“Hmm, I get it. In that case…”

Jaune’s arms held her firmly before rolling the both of them over. Blake was put on her back in fluid motion. Looks like his combat training has been bearing fruit. The blonde kissed her without warning, but it was gentle, allowing Blake to ease into it. She wasn’t sure where his mind was after all the things her mouth did, so the fact he was comfortable kissing still was genuinely a nice touch. She could feel his hips separate for hers briefly before joining again.

“Of course he has stamina.” Gradually his own rhythm was made as his cock began growing again inside her. It was demanding before but with his weight, Blake dared to say it was conquering. Her tongue played with his again in pure lust while her nails dug into his soaked shirt. He was learning quickly, and a little help would definitely give him confidence.

“Put my legs up.” Blake recommended it in a single breath. “Knees by my head. You’ll reach deeper.”

Jaune listened to the request. He placed both his hands behind her knees and pushed them back slowly into position until Blake’s feet dangled in the air. One thrust was all it took to see her face turn a beautiful red as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her body made his movements slip easier inside and more captivating to listen to. Blake’s hands grabbed his face.

“Now, overwhelm me~” she pulled him down into a deep, intoxicating kiss. There he stayed without fuss while she helped hold her legs up for their benefits. His full erection returned, and now it brought weight to hammer it down. “Aaannghnnn!”

Every inch was buried inside. Blake could feel the heavy balls she played with slap against her as Jaune became bolder, more aggressive in his goal. Yet his kiss wanted nothing more than attention. He might be the definition of a gentle giant, but one who wasn’t afraid to use his power when it’s desired. Blake couldn’t give any more instructions. She was far too busy trying to take in air while her walls endured their greatest challenge. The girth alone made him poke and prod many of her spots. Blake didn’t know if she was more excited for her orgasm, or his. There wasn’t a pulse or twitch that escaped her notice.

“Blake! I-I’m!”

“Do it! I want it all!” She begged, receiving her wish with one more final thrust down. Thick, deep pulses of cum poured inside and brought out a voiceless scream as her legs trembled in bliss.

Her own arousal rushed out as her walls milked Jaune for their worth. In the distance, she heard a dinging noise before the sound of a lock twisting. Looks like they achieved success, but Blake was too tired to care. So was Jaune. The weight of the boy became heavier after he put her legs back down and untensed his body.

“S-Sorry. I need a minute.” He labored.

Blake giggled and combed her fingers through his damp messy hair. “You’re fine right where you are. It’s unlocked. You did such a good job.” She watched his ears turn red. “Hehe, can’t handle praise?”

“I think it’s your voice and tone. It’s… very nice.” He kept his face hidden.

“If you tell me things like that in such a cute way, I might not want to leave.” She teased, relaxing in the bed while continuing to play with his hair.

“That door isn’t gonna lock again, is it?”

“Would you complain if it did?”

“Nope.” He said immediately. “But we would definitely start going through the food in the fridge at an alarming rate.”

“Good point. Ten more minutes here won’t hurt. Not sure what happens when we leave, but I doubt most things here carry weight outside.”

“…Do you think we’ll remember this?” He asked hesitantly.

Ah yes, the impact of a first time. Blake could tell he was trying to play it cool but it’s nearly impossible to not feel something so intimate. She knew this well. Blake tugged on his shoulders to get him to scoot up face to face. At that moment, she kissed his forehead and grinned.

“Even if we do, I know how awesome you are. Deep down, we’ll always have this because the only reason it felt so great was because of our connection from the start.”

Looks like she read him like a book. Jaune could only chuckle as he rested his head again. “In that case, treating this like a beautiful dream is alright to me.” He closed his eyes.

Blake joined him in resting. Nothing is ever wrong with a little after care before heading out.

[simjakesgirl]

drive in (18+)

synopsis: you and jake haven't seen each other for a while and decide to go see a drive in movie... warnings: afab reader, smut, dom!jake, brattamer!jake (sortaa??), sub!reader, degrading author's note: okay i haven't forgot abt my series but i am multi fandom and while digging through my drafts i found this old jake smut and it's kinda good lol..

you and jake went out to see a drive in movie, unsure of the last time you guys might’ve went on a date. you can guess the outcome of that, you were dying to just touch each other. jake, being a gentleman, tried his best not to go insane when you left the house in the tiniest skirt he'd ever seen. of course he also couldn’t tell you not to wear it because it was him that bought it for you. you knew exactly what you were doing though. it barely covered enough for his liking and you knew that it would drive him crazy. with so much comeback preparations, the only thing you got was phone calls when he was too fucked to even think straight and he needed to hear your voice.

it became obvious that you guys needed more as you both could barely pay attention to the movie. you noticed how jake would look over once in a while, not at your face of course and then quickly turn back to the movie with no focus on it whatsoever. his mind raced with things he wanted to do to you instead, but his restraint was strong. you couldn't help but look over at him too, taking in the way his jaw was tightly clenched and his hands fidgeted with each other. he looked too good and knowing that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him was enough to tip you over the edge.

you then got the best idea possibly ever. you quickly checked your surroundings as jake’s eyes stayed glued to the movie. everyone seemed preoccupied, just enough for you to get away with your plan. jake drove a pretty old car, not because it was all he could afford or anything, but because he liked the style of it. the downside was the air system was pretty busted. it would only really work when it felt like working and jake constantly worried about overheating the car especially in summer, so he'd try and run the ac when it did work. you realized since you guys left that jake forgot your blanket that you'd use when he ran the ac since you preferred warmer temps. the plan was destined to work.

you began to fake shiver in your seat, rubbing against your arms and chattering your teeth just enough to make it look real. jake quickly took notice, shutting off the ac and turning to check the backseat.

“fuck,” he breathed out. you almost stop breathing at the sound.

he turned back to you, examining the way you shivered and looked up to him innocently.

“i forgot the blanket, i'm sorry,” he apologized sweetly, biting his lip while trying to think of a way to help you.

“it’s okay, jakey,” you pouted, trying to seem as innocent as possible even though your plan was far from it.

“here.” he removed his hands from his lap, gesturing you over with his fingers. “sit on my lap.”

you hid your smile the best that you could, climbing over the center console and sitting between his legs so you were facing the movie. he innocently kissed the top of your head before pulling you gently into his chest for comfort. you were inches away from what you needed, except you were unsure how to get the point across. he brought his hands to your legs, rubbing them to warm you up, but stopping inches away from where you needed him the most. you shifted around, purposefully rubbing against his dick a little bit to give him a hint. his breath hitched, but he didn’t do anything further, making you pout. you tried again, making it more obvious.

“here,” he lifted you up onto his thigh, putting his hand loosely around your waist so you couldn’t fall. “is that better?”

“..mhm” you hummed, lightly grinding yourself against him, fighting for release.

at this point jake knew what you were up to, but he didn’t want you to think it would be so easy. he’d let you continue and then stop you once you were close by moving his leg. tears began to bore at your eyes as your multiple attempt failed. you didn’t know why he couldn’t notice you needed him.

“why're you pouting like that, sweetheart?” he teased, turning back to the screen.

“jakey please.” you breathed out, your tears falling from your eyes at that point.

“what’s wrong, hm?” he started, his voice laced with fake comfort. “you wanna cum?”

you nodded quickly, looking at him with glossy eyes as he looked down on you with dark ones.

“tell me what you want.” he demanded, finding himself getting hard at your quivering lip and teary eyes.

he turned you around effortlessly, your back now facing the movie. you looked down, shy all of a sudden and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“i..i want you to fuck me jake…please.” you pleaded, just above a whisper.

“yeah?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “that’s why you wore this little skirt to tease me and rubbed yourself against my dick like a whore? hm?”

you nodded, your face still buried in embarrassment.

“if you want it, you’re gonna speak to me like a big girl,” he said, bringing his hands to your arms and pushing you away from his neck.

you diverted your gaze, playing with the bottom of his shirt innocently, too shy to look at him. his hand quickly left your arm, holding your chin and pushing it up so you had to look at him.

“tell me then,” jake started again as if he was disciplining you.

his eyes locked with yours, making you shiver under his touch.

“i…i wanted to tease you,” you admitted, your cheeks getting hot under his gaze. “m’ sorry, please forgive me.”

your eyes welled up with tears and the pressure from trying to hold them back had you sucking in your breath.

“baby, i know you’re sorry,” he fake consoled you, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. “but you know how hard you made things for me?”

“yes,” you choked out, tears soaking your face from how bad you felt.

he stuck his thumb into your mouth, rubbing against the soft padding of your tongue.

“then tell me you’ll be good girl,” he demanded, his eyes flitting back up to yours.

he removed his thumb from your mouth, still holding your chin.

“i’m a g-good girl,” you repeated, just above a whisper.

“you can do better, do it again,” he demanded.

“i-i’m a g-good girl.” you repeated, louder but strained from your crying.

“stop crying, do it again.”

you whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip to try and calm down, but the frustration only made you want to cry more.

“please, jake, i’m a good girl.” you repeated once again, gripping the bottom of his shirt to put your frustration somewhere.

he reached down, unhooking your hands from his shirt to unzip his jeans. he pushed through his boxers to free his cock and you almost drooled at the sight, especially the way he ran his hand over it to jerk himself just a bit.

“you think you’re a good enough girl for it?” he questioned, his voice husky and strained.

you nodded quickly, looking up at him for a split second to meet his dark stare.

"you want it?” he asked.

you nodded again, trying to grab it, but jake grabbed your wrist tightly.

“nuh-uh, you want it, then you gotta beg me for it.”

you whined again, feeling yourself wanting to cry. your core was aching painfully, just wanting to be touched, but you couldn’t do anything about it. you pouted, trying to lightly grind yourself just barely against jake’s leg to ease the pain and clear your mind, but his hands came to your waist, holding you with such a grip, you couldn’t move.

“you really are a whore,” jake degraded, “can’t even spend two seconds without touching yourself. you see how pathetic that is?”

“jakey, please, i can’t think straight. i want it so bad, it hurts, please give it to me. please, daddy.” you babbled, not even registering half of the things you were saying.

“it hurts, baby? is that right?”

you nodded, taking shallow breaths to control your emotion. his cock visibly jumped, not that you noticed at all. you weren’t noticing much of anything at that moment. he knew it was past enough teasing for you, but now also for him.

“fuck,” he breathed out. “lay back for me.”

you laid back against the wheel as jake pulled your legs closer to him so he could see under the skirt. right away there was a dark wet patch against your underwear and his jeans. he pulled them off to the side, you now on display for him. he ran his fingers up your folds, noticing how sensitive you were from the slightest touch. you couldn’t help but moan when he touched you since you’d been waiting so long. he stuck two of his fingers in, watching your face as he slowly fucked them in and out. you wanted him to go faster, but you knew better than to provoke him at that moment. at least he was giving you something. he waited until you climaxed to even think about himself, his restraint wavering towards the end as he guided you through your high.

he spit on his dick, jerking with it before lining himself up. you looked at him with lidded eyes, almost too drunk on feelings to even keep them open.

“fuck,” he breathed out while he pushed himself in.

you moaned lightly, trying to keep quiet before anyone got suspicious, but jake didn’t seem to care. the way he had you, if anyone looked over they'd know exactly what was happening. slowly you forgot to care too, the way jake felt was just too good after so long without him in you.

“kiss me,” you strained out to him.

he pulled you towards him, kissing you and swallowing your sounds as they came. you tried your best to slowly ride him so the car didn't shake so much, but eventually jake got tired of it and took things into his own hands.

“feel good?” he asked through heavy breaths.

“yes, it feels so so good jakey.” you whined, feeling close already.

he took notice, bringing his thumb to your clit to bring you to your high. you tried to hold back, not wanting the moment to end just yet, but the sensation was too much.

"stop fighting it. be good and cum for me, sweetheart."

and that was all it took. before you knew it you were cumming all over his cock and he was pulling you off.

“wait, what about you?” you asked as he was still visibly hard.

“you know i can’t help but feel bad for you, baby, but it doesn’t mean that you can get away with anything. we still have to go home,” he explained, covering you up once again before himself “i didn’t even punish you yet.”

he gestured for you to sit back in the passenger seat and next thing you knew, he was pulling out of the lot...