#5 seconds of summer smutty imagine

[sinning5sos]

I wanna do a blurb night so please please send me blurb ideas or requests!!

[ghost-proofbaby]

all of my silly little writings, in one place! please check here and my rules before you request anything ♡ warnings and word counts are included on the actual posts (unless they are for request events! then word counts are between me and god)

— KEY

angst ☾

fluff ❀

heavy/possibly triggering topics ✦

smut ❣

based off of songs ♫

— SPECIAL REQUEST EVENTS (includes writing for all characters, also individually organized by characters below)

spotify wrapped writings

twenty four hours of christmas

1k celebration

3k celebration

speak now (ghost's version)

smutty party prompts

— EDDIE MUNSON (stranger things)

fics/series

the shire is burning (ao3) (wattpad) - willow jenkins is in love with steve harrington. steve harrington is still in love with nancy wheeler. what happens when willow offers eddie munson a deal he can’t refuse? (not on here) ☾ ❀ ✦

twenty four hours (ao3) - in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together? (enemies to lovers, upside down does not exist) ❣ ☾

coffee shop blues - a series of blurbs where i heavily self project onto barista coworkers eddie & reader getting through the normal day to day while working at a coffee shop chain that definitely and legally doesn’t already exist. ❀

so scarlet (it was maroon) - two years ago, eddie munson got everything he’d ever wanted - except you. when fate brings the two of you back together, can he get the answers to all the questions you left him with? ☾ ❀ ❣ ♫

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

as it was - blurb based off of the song by harry styles. ❀ ♫

would've, could've, should've - mean!eddie based off of the song by taylor swift. ☾ ❣ ♫

what if i love you x bad omens - based off the songs by gatlin and 5 seconds of summer ❀ ♫

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - one shot based off of the song by del water gap. cheating fic involving best friend!eddie and mentions of boyfriend!steve. ☾ ❣ ♫

moodswings - based off of the song by 5 seconds of summer. ❀ ✦ ♫

the first saturday of december - the first saturday of every december, the munson men always make time for each other. (wayne and eddie decorating for the holidays) ❀ ✦

ten more minutes - "ten minutes. give me ten minutes." in which eddie makes the two of you late for the gang's holiday party. ❣

good for one kiss - you and eddie continue with your regular christmas gifting tradition, except this year, something changes. (best friends to lovers) ❀

little bit - bestfriend!eddie blurb based on the song by lykke li. best friends to lovers? ♫ ❀

have faith in me - based on the song by a day to remember. hurt/comfort with post s4 eddie ✦ ♫

house song - based on the song by searows. just a big metaphorical mess of angsty eddie letting himself love someone. ☾ ♫

"it wasn't supposed to go this way." - taking place in "the shire is burning"universe, willow knows what is about to happen. and she won't let eddie sacrifice himself for her, not this time. ☾ ✦

"that's a lot of blood" - alternative to ^ that ^ request. still in shire universe. willow realizes she's cursed by vecna. ☾

work song - based on the song by hozier. post s4 eddie grapples with his newfound fear of death, and finds you. ♫ ☾

oh, what a wonderful feeling - when you have a bad day with your chronic pain, eddie is prepared to take care of you. ❀

summertime and stardust - you and eddie go stargazing, and it ends just as it always does. ❀ ❣

friday, i'm in love - one of these days, you'll talk to the cute boy at your coffeeshop. just... not today. ❀

who could stay? (you could stay.) - you're convinced that being loved comes with a cost. he finds a way to prove you wrong. ☾ ❀

if it were anyone else - If it were anyone else, the holding would have suffocated you. but it’s him. it’s eddie. ☾ ✦

no denture adventure - eddie questions you about the future, and tomfoolery follows. ❀

you showed me colors - an eddie munson soulmate au based on “illicit affairs” by taylor swift ☾ ♫

ours (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ❀ ♫

long live (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

sparks fly (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ❀ ♫

back to december (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ☾ ♫

mine (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

a simple life - you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you. ❀

fictional boyfriends - eddie gets jealous of your newest fictional boyfriend from a game he got you into. ❀

when you know, you know - air hockey has never been so romantic. ❀

the seasons pass (but you never do) - he knew your reputation. he knew you had you way with half of hawkins. it was never going to end well - but that didn't stop him. ☾ ❣

it will come back - when eddie came back from the upside down, he was different. and you finally come to realize just how different the man you saved truly is one night, when push comes to shove. ❣ ♫ ✦

— STEVE HARRINGTON (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

nothing else i could do - based on song by ella jane. coworker!steve at scoops ahoy. ❀ ♫

can i leave me too? - based on song by the greeting committee. ☾ ♫

sweet like honey - enemies with benefits, hate-fucking. you always end up here - with steve, in the backseat of his bmw, claiming you hate him. ❣

haunted (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ☾ ♫

enchanted (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

mine (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

spark's fly (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

— ROBIN BUCKLEY (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

either way, we're not alone - in which robin and jonathan have a conversation about belonging. [platonic robin x jonathan byers] ✦

— NANCY WHEELER (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

"who put that there?" - in which nancy resorts to desperate measures to get you under the mistletoe with her this year. (includes mentioned steddie) ❀

— STEDDIE X READER (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

up in flames - when steve and eddie don't pay you enough attention one morning, you decide that today's a good day to be a brat. ❣

electric touch (steddie's version) - some good old fashioned filth involving electric sex toys. was supposed to be based on the song by taylor swift, but written prior to release and... i was a little off base, i guess. ❣

— ASTARION ANCUNIN (baldur's gate 3)

fics/series

the moon will sing (i loved you like the sun) - how far would you go to save the one you love? what about a stranger? ☾ ❀ ✦ ❣

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

14. "Oh, you're hard to please." - smut dialogue prompt request in which astarion decides he's finally ready to feel you again. ❣

this list will be updated as i receive more requests, or stumble upon more wonderful inspiration. ♡

[itisannak]

Car Sex (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Luke and (Y/N), both college students, living with their parents, have to get creative to find some alone time. (Smut / Unprotected Sex /  Penetrative Sex / Public Sex / Creampie) (Words: 5.4k) (Request)

"Be back by 11:30." My dad shouts as I run down the stairs, heading to the door. "The movie ends at 12." I remind him, sighing over how strict he becomes when he knows I am going out with Luke. "12 it is then." He replies, peeking at me from his armchair. "I don't have classes tomorrow... And teleportation had yet to be invented last time I checked." I point out, crossing my arms before my chest. "Smarty-pants. If he brings you home a minute after 12:30, you are grounded." My dad tries to sound tough, but he is a big softie. I rush to him, leaving a peck on his cheek before strutting out of the door.

Luke has been waiting long enough in the car, longer than I would have the patience to wait for someone without pressing my hand on the horn. I did not expect to see him inside the parked pick-up park, but here I am, opening the passenger door to join him inside. "Wow, that is a first..." I comment, pressing my lips together to stop my laughter as soon as I am in. I just picture him as a hillibilly, chewing on a hay straw, and the mental image is enough to make me double over in laughter. "Shut up. My brother lent me it for the night." He explains, pulling out of the driveway. "Why does your brother have a truck?" I ask, pulling the seatbelt to fasten myself. "He works in constructions." He replies, turning his head for a quick peck on my forehead. "Right." I mumble. "What time does your curfew start?" He asks me, shifting the gears. "I have to be home at 12.30, not a minute later. It still fucks me up that I still have a curfew at 19 and you don't." I groan, crossing my arms. Luke shrugs, having a charming little smirk decorating his lips. "My parents had enough of setting rules for disobeying teenagers with my brothers, so I guess I had it easy, they never bothered placing one." He comments as I prop my elbow against the window's frame, supporting my head as I look at him. "There is no way your mother is that elastic with you. I had chills every time I walked into her class in high school." I really do exasperate, earning a laugh from Luke. I love it when he laughs; his face brightens up, and his dimples make him really irresistible, along with the crinkles around his eyes. I reach over, stroking a messy curl with my fingers, before pushing it off his forehead. "She is much chiller when you get to know her." He replies, resting his hand on my thigh. "I guess you are right." I sigh, feeling jittery at the way he touches me. "Pity I will have to take you home straight after the movie. I was hoping for some more time with you." He says in a low voice, almost like he fears getting heard. "It has been too long since the last time we had more time together." I reply. It would be a lie if I said I am not actively craving him. I still dream of his touch, the way he kissed me last time, the way he moved against me. "To be clear, I am talking about having sex." He explains and I chuckle, throwing my head back. "I am talking about having sex too, Luke." I reply, making him hum, pleased by my response. "We gotta do something about the housing situation." He sounds determined, which is just hilarious at this point. "Well, we are broke, college students who can only afford to live with their parents. I don't know if there is much we can do about it at this point." I reply, while his hand squeezes my inner thigh. "I am just... I just need more of you." He groans and I hum, feeling my stomach tighten at his words. "Can we talk about the movie? This is becoming... A little too intense for me." I bite my bottom lip, running my fingers through my hair. "Of course. They are showing the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He states, letting his touch linger for a little longer before he removes his hand. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between them. It is hard for me to take my mind off Luke being inside me, kissing me, touching me, even with the prospect of watching a movie about cannibalistic psychopaths. "Why do you always pick horror movies for date night?" I groan, nudging his shoulder. "Because you always leave me in charge. And because the gore is the only thing stopping me from fantasizing about you." He replies, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "You fantasize about me?" I ask, feeling the tingly sensation making its way back. "All the time. My thoughts are just a never-ending movie of things I want to do with you... of things I want to do to you. And I am just trying to find ways to just pause that movie for a while." He admits. "Is the movie playing right now?" I ask, flushing as I wait for him to tell me. "You wanna know?" He asks and I nod at him, knowing my eyes are glistening with excitement. "Right now it shows the scene where it is Sunday morning, and we have just woken up, naked in bed. And I am just taking you in, in all your glory." He replies. "You are definitely giving me the PG-13 version right now." I point out and he shrugs. "I am keeping some of the good stuff for a little later." He winks at me, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek.

We purchase some popcorn and sodas from the drive-through kiosk before Luke finds the spot we are supposed to park. The back of the pick-up truck is facing the screen, which means we will have to get out of the car and climb onto the back. "I really want to see you try to get in the back, wearing that dress." Luke comments, picking up the snacks and getting out of the car. "I know you want to peek under my skirt, but gosh, don't be so obvious about it." I chuckle, hopping off the car. Luke waits for me in the back of the truck, holding his connected palms low, so I can step on them and go up the cargo bed. "You are a true gentleman..." I comment, leaving a peck on his cheek, before I step on his hands and he boosts me up. "Need help?" I ask him once I land just right. "I got it. Lay the blanket I have in there. And move the snacks, I don't want to knock them." He instructs, stepping onto the rim under the taillights. I hold the snacks tight as he steps in, dusting himself off. "This is actually nice." I admit, laying one of the blankets for us. "See? That will teach you not to laugh at me before you see my intentions." He comments, sitting down on the blanket, with his back against the divider. "You should be happy I am laughing. It means you make me happy." I reply and he hums. I take a seat between his thighs, leaning my head back on his shoulder, bringing my lips to his neck for a soft peck. "I promise to hold you tight at the scary parts." I whisper, knowing that I will spend the entirety of this movie with my face buried in his chest. "I will hold you up to that." He chuckles, leaving a peck on my forehead.

The night chill proves I am a fool for wearing a frilly little dress for the night screening. But luckily, Luke has predicted that and has brought a second blanket along, which now is covering our laps. "You look mighty cute in the cinema lights." Luke whispers, stroking my hair softly. "You are supposed to be focusing on the movie, not me." I laugh, trying to keep my voice low so I don't bother the rest of the viewers. "You are far more interesting than any movie." He replies, turning my head to plant a kiss on my lips. I smile against his lips, parting my mouth so he can slip his tongue past my lips. His hand softly grazes my face, and I then decide to turn around and straddle his lap. "You can't do that to me." He groans, throwing his head back. That gives me access to his neck, which I take advantage of and trail with kisses. "Why not?" I ask, pouting at him. "(Y/N), please... This is torturing. It has been too long since we had sex. I am craving you, and this is not helping me." He replies, while my hands move to his hair. "I am craving you too. I need you." I whine, earning a sigh. "I need you too. But we don't have the time nor the place to do that." He replies, and I shake my head. "What about right here, right now?" I ask, making him tilt his head and look at me, with eyes glazed in excitement. "You mean...?" "Who's going to see us? And don't say the movie is more interesting than me..." "Fuck the movie." He groans, bringing his hand to trace my thigh, stopping on the hem of my dress. "I'd rather you fuck me." I reply, earning a smirk from him. "This is risky." He comments and I shrug. "You love it, don't you?" I ask and he hums. He throws the lap blanket aside, laying me with my back on the blanket laid on the floor of the cargo bed. "You will have to be very quiet..." He states, stroking my cheek softly. "You are the one to talk..." I mumble before he leans down to kiss me.

He clumsily fumbles with the lap blanket, covering us for a mock discreteness, even though we both know a blanket will do nothing. He roams his hands from my face to my sides and then retires them on my thigh. I prop my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. "You are so soft." He moans against my mouth, squeezing my thigh softly. My lips curl into a smile, feeling goosebumps crawl onto my skin. "Oh shit." He groans, making me look at him with a furrow on my brow. "What? What happened?" I ask, watching as his face twists in frustration. "Condoms are in the glove compartment. I have to go back in the car." He groans, throwing his head back. "It is ok... We don't need one." I state, feeling my core becoming warm at the thought of him sliding inside me bare. "Are you sure about this?" He asks me and I nod. "It is not a risky day. I need you." I almost beg, causing him to chuckle at me, as his hands work his pants to free his cock. "I will just... Push your panties aside... No one will know what we are doing." He mutters, spreading my legs more, propping them around his waist. Blindly and clumsily, he tries to line up his tip to my entrance. The only lights come from the light poles around the parking space, and of course, the projector playing the movie, so there is almost only darkness surrounding us. Luke finally manages to slip inside me, moving slowly so the car doesn't rattle and bring any suspicion on us. "Shit, you feel good." He whispers by my ear, planting a peck on my earlobe. He buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my skin as he begins rocking his hips on mine. It takes me a moment to get my mind off the catastrophic thought that we are going to get caught, but the moment the first moan slips from his lips, I feel chills crawl down my spine. "Oh, God." I mumble, finally feeling his cock stretching me, with each thrust making me wetter and wetter. "Shh, we have to be quiet, remember?" He playfully reminds me, passing his tongue over the spot he was sucking on a second ago. "Buzzkiller." I whisper, but it soon turns into a gasp as he thrusts his whole cock inside me, making me pulse around him. I have to bring my hand to my mouth as Luke backs out and thrusts in again, this time with more force than before. I bite onto my palm, preventing myself from making a sound as Luke tries to find a rhythm for us. We both know this cannot last as long as the last time did; in contrast to the time we stayed up all night fucking, we will now have to be done in less than 10 minutes. "The way you take my cock is going to be the death of me." He mumbles as I buck my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to find an angle for his cock to hit my spot. Luke groans softly, placing a hand under the small of my back to support me. "We are fucking under the stars." I giggle softly, squeezing myself around him. "I am going to find us a house, I promise you that." He slams his hips on mine, making the car move a little. "Careful." I groan, but the way he is rocking his hips on mine makes my mind fuzzy around the edges. We have to pray the people around us are too focused on the movie, or else we are putting on a show for them. Luke brings on hand from under my back to my cheek, touching it softly. "You feel so good around me, baby." He says raspily as I move my hips in a soft circle. The top of his cock brushes against my clit and I feel myself tighten around him. I muffle a whimper, closing my eyes tightly to focus on anything else but the way he feels inside me. "I can feel you here." I grab his hand and let it press on my lower stomach, right at the nook where I feel the impact of his thrusts. Luke strokes his thumb over that spot, giving me a slow, deep thrust, looking mesmerized by the way my stomach inflates and falls as he fucks me. His hand travels under my dress, heading straight to my breasts, cupping them and stroking his thumbs over my nipples. I whimper and shudder, bucking my hips against his and taking his cock more inside me. "You are going to fuck yourself on my cock, princess?" He asks cockily, pinching my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it sadistically slow. "Will you fill me up, daddy?" I ask him back; two can play this game. I can see his eyes sparkle at my question, even in the dark night. "Shit, (Y/N)... I am going to cum..." Luke groans by my ear, making me tighten around him in surprise. "Cum, please. I want to feel all of you inside me..." I groan, my mind becoming clouded by my need for him. "But you are not there yet..." Luke protests. "You have a mouth, don't you?" I ask him, heaving for breath. Luke chuckles and looks at me amused, before slamming his hips on mine, pinning me down to ravage me. Luke brings his face to my neck, muffling himself by biting onto my skin. I gasp in shock, the slight sting of pain sending waves of electricity down my body. "I am going to fucking wreck you... I am going to fucking ruin you for everyone else. You are mine... Just mine. " He groans, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, hissing as he reaches his high. It takes him a moment of grunting and breathing funny before he cups my face and kisses me harshly. "I am going to make you feel good, princess. I promise." His voice is still heavy and groggy from his orgasm, and he sounds so chillingly sexy, contrasting the loud chainsaw buzzing that goes off every couple of minutes in the movie.

He parts from my lips and slides down my body, spreading my legs more and fixing himself between my thighs. He traces my slit softly, watching me as I still pulse from the loss of contact. He uses his fingers to part my lips, revealing my entrance and my clit to him. He wastes no time lapping up his tongue on my sex, moaning as he tastes us mixing together. I smile to myself and look up at the night sky, taking in the pretty little stars as Luke curls his tongue on my entrance, gathering the pooling wetness and his cum on the tip of his tongue. He brings the tip to my clit, teasing it in slow, agonizing circles, making me jolt at every single one of them. Once he sees I am teased to a sufficient level for his liking, he wraps his lips around my clit, suckling on it hungrily. My breath gets caught in my lungs and I am baffling between bringing my hand to my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping or tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks, and guiding his mouth where I need him. "Luke..." I whine, messing my fingers in his hair, contrasting the intensity that courses through my body with the softness of his curls. Luke hums in approval, flicking his tongue against the head of my clit. I press my lips together and roll my hips in the air as my orgasm explodes inside me, spreading on my body. I try my hardest not to make a sound, nor move too much that the car squeaks. Luke moves up from between my thighs after he fixes my panties over my core. He leans in, kissing my lips softly. I realize that I have been smiling since I hit my orgasm, but only after Luke mimics my smirk. "I am going to find us a house." He announces again, tracing his hand softly over my cheek. "Yeah, we need one." I agree, moving my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting us together. "Do you think anyone saw us?" Luke asks, rolling next to me. I fix my head upon his chest, letting myself hear his heartbeat. "As long as we do not end up on a pornsite, I am not that mad if they did." I reply and he chuckles. "Kinky... I like that about you." "You like what about me?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "You are always up for testing your limits." He replies and I hum. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." He sighs, pecking at the top of my head. "I think my dad will neuter you if you show up at my house for a sleepover. And your mom will probably bound me in your basement and torture me for seducing her benjamin." I giggle and he scoffs. "My mom is not a monster." Luke protests playfully. "I don't know. Her nickname was Charybdis in high school." I mumble and he punches my arm playfully.

"Will you call me before bed?" Luke asks me as he parks in front of my house. "Do you want me to?" I ask him, undoing my seatbelt. "Since I can't sleep with you tonight, at least I would like us to do it over facetime." He shrugs, tapping the tip of my nose softly. "I will certainly facetime you then. I will see you on Tuesday, won't I?" I ask and he nods. "Ok then. Talk to you in a bit." I bite my lip before I lean in to plant a soft peck on his lips. He waits until I am inside the house to take off, which brings a smile to my face. He cares a lot and he is really protective, without crossing any boundaries. "Did you have fun at the movies?" My dad asks, making me jump at the sound of his voice. He has stayed exactly where I left him, which is a little creepy. "You scared the shit out of me, dad." I gasp, touching my chest and feeling my heart pounding. "We saw the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Not really my style, but it was ok." I reply and he hums. "If you wake up screaming in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare, I will know who to blame." He goes back to watching TV. It is not a secret that my dad does not really like Luke; he thinks of him as a devil in the disguise of an angel. "Goodnight dad." I run up the stairs to take off my makeup and get ready for my night call with Luke.

I tap my fingers nervously as I wait for Luke to pick me up. We are supposed to head for a dinner date, but I am not sure we will go through with it. Luke's car pulls up in front of me, and I rush inside, earning a look of surprise from him. "I was ready to wait for you at least 15 more minutes." Luke chuckles, helping me with my seatbelt. "Can you find a space somewhere a bit private?" I ask him, earning a hum from him. "I will be happy to..." He starts the car, aloof to my jitters.

Luke parks behind an elementary school, which seems abandoned for the day, before he undoes his seatbelt and turns to look at me. "It will do for now, don't you think?" Luke asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "We need to talk." I state, making his face drop. "Oh. That sounds a little ominous." He replies and I nod my head. "I am late." I just let it out, dropping the bomb on his lap now. "Late for what? Do you have to be somewhere before our date?" He asks. I roll my eyes and rest my head back on my seat. "Luke..." I sigh. "What?" He asks, frustrated over my reaction. "My period is late. I might be pregnant." I explain and he looks at me dumbfounded. "Are you sure?" He manages to utter after a second of just staring. "My tracker says I am a week late. And I am never late, not this long. I am freaking out." I sniffle, my hands bunching up my cardigan. Luke stays silent, starting the car again. I feel awful in this silence but I understand he needs time to process it. It took me two days to swallow this, he deserves at least a couple of minutes to even begin thinking about it. It itches me on the inside to just ask him to say anything, but I decide to control myself. Without a word, he parks the car in front of a pharmacy and exits the car. It would make more sense for him to slam the door on the way out, but he didn't. I cannot find a way to translate his coldness and it pains me to sit here without a clue. He is gone for a little over 10 minutes but it felt a century to me. I don't dare ask him what he bought, so the car sinks in silence again.

The next stop is at a totally strange house to me. Luke helps me undo the seatbelt, still silent, and motions me to follow him. He unlocks the door to an apartment, letting me go in first. "What is this place?" I finally have the courage to ask once we enter the poorly furnished place. "I told you I would find us an apartment. I wanted to tell you at dinner, but I guess..." He replies, handing me the paper bag from the pharmacy. "Is it what I think it is?" I ask and he nods. "Luke, I am scared." I admit and he sighs. He wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips softly on my forehead. "I am too. But we need to face our fear. Or it will catch upon us." He replies, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Come on. I will be right outside." He guides me to the small bathroom, giving me a small smile before I shut the door. It is such a lonely process doing this. I know Luke is waiting for me, I know that he is here for me, right outside the door that divides us, but I feel so alone. It is nerve-wracking, having to wait even a moment for the test that will define the rest of my relationship with Luke. There is a soft knock on the door, Luke's knuckles must barely even touch the wooden furniture. "Did you do it?" He asks nervously, but not demandingly. "I am waiting for the result." I sniffle. "Would you like me to come in and wait with you?" He asks. "No. I will be out in a minute..." I am too upset myself to have Luke's nervousness right now. "Ok, love." He sighs, giving up. I know he is trying to comfort me and this is the best way he can think of doing so, but it is just... I don't know if it is too much or too little.

The timer goes off and I know that I have to face the little plastic stick at last. It is so stupid that I am terrified by a piece of plastic, but I feel a tug at my heartstrings just at the thought of what the result might be. I peek at it, finding the word 'PREGNANT' on the little digital screen. Fuck. "Can I come in?" Luke asks. He must have heard the timer too so he knows the test has shown a result. I am too emotional to answer him, all I want to do is cry. How did that happen? Fuck, why did it happen now? We were always careful and we barely ever had a place to be just the two of us. God, that night at the drive-in... I was stupid enough to tell him it didn't matter going bare. Luke barges into the bathroom after my lack of response, his eyes instantly falling on me. He sighs understandingly, moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok... It's all ok, love. Please, stop crying." He tries to soothe me, but it will take more than a hug and his soft voice to calm me down. "I've ruined both our futures..." I moan, my voice barely coming off. "No, no, you didn't. It is my fault too. Hey, we are going to be alright. She's gonna be apples, you'll see." He cheers, rubbing the small of my back soothingly.

My obstetrician could only see me 2 days after I took the test. Despite me wanting to rush to the first person with an available appointment, Luke told me that 2 days wouldn't hurt and we should go to the one I trust. And now as I am feeling in the form of family history and reason of the visit, Luke is sitting next to me, almost completely unfazed, as if his life is not about to tumble down. "How can you be so calm?" I ask him, annoyed by how cool he seems. "I am not." He replies, not even turning to look at me. "You are. You are awfully calm and cool for someone who is going to be a father before he finishes college." I whisper the last part, even though it is just us in the waiting room. I have been tiptoeing around admitting my pregnancy, not even daring to say it to myself out loud. "You think I am not panicking? You think I am not about to have a nervous breakdown? But I have to keep calm and be here for you. You are a mess, (Y/N)." He says through gritted teeth. "Well, I am sorry this is too much for me. I will try my hardest not to let my mess affect you." I snap, moving to a chair away from him. "I didn't mean it that way..." He protests and I hum, scribbling on the form fast.

The doctor calls me in her office, finally ready to exam me. Luke follows suit, asking her if it is ok to join us too. "Is it ok with you, (Y/N)?" She turns to me. "I really couldn't care less." I mumble, climbing onto the exam bed. Luke walks in, standing in the corner of the room awkwardly. "I will need you to take your jeans and underwear off for this." She instructs me and I nod. "Your urine sample gave us a positive pregnancy test, so I will have to go transvaginally to see the fetus. We have done this in the past, but you will feel slight discomfort when I enter the prob." She states, prepping the little wand. I feel as if I want to throw up, this ordeal has been stressing me out a lot. "Ok. Are you ready?" She asks as I lay on my back. I nod my head and take a deep breath, boosting myself for the exam. Pushing past the initial discomfort, I turn to look at my doctor as she looks at the screen with a frown. "Do you have any symptoms?" She asks me, looking at the ultrasound carefully. "No, other than my period being late, no." I reply and she hums. "You took a home test?" "Yes, it came back positive. Is everything ok?" I ask her. "Well, you are not pregnant. But you have a positive home test and a urine stip test. So my guess is there is proteinuria and that is why we had 2 false positives. I will order you a lab work for that, just to rule things out, but I think it might be stress-related." She replies. "I am not pregnant?" I ask, my heart skipping in relief. "You are not." She replies. "Are you sure?" Luke asks for the first time since the exam started. "I am very certain you are not expecting. Based on your reactions I will say congratulations, you are not pregnant." She chuckles, handing me a couple of tissues to clean up. "I will leave you to get dressed and go order the lab test. You can pick it up from my receptionist." She smiles at us before she leaves the room.

After the doctor's visit, I was craving ice cream, so Luke drove me to my favorite place for a strawberry soft serve. Since our date night was canceled from my pregnancy scare, we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and take a stroll at the park. He holds my hand in his as we both lick our ice cream as if the last couple of days didn't happen. "We are not having sex again without a condom." I lean my head on his shoulder as he hums in agreement. "That is certain." He adds. "I am sorry I was so... messy the last couple of days." I apologize and he shrugs. "It is one of the things I love about you." He brings my hand to his lips, pecking it lightly. "For what is worth, you were an excellent partner and you handled this scare probably the best way possible." I comment and he sighs. "I was scared beyond words. We are too young to become parents." "I agree. We barely have a place to be alone..." I point out. "Well, we do have it, though." He says, making me bite the inside of my cheek. "I really liked the space, from what I remember seeing..." "I am glad you did. Cause I plan on spending a lot of time in it with you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, making me feel my face get hot. "We never learn, do we?" I chuckle and he shrugs. "I think we learned our lesson." He takes a long lick of his dessert.

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[fuckingplaidpants]

Lemme Show You - M.C

- Michael teaches is roommate how to masturbate

Notes: smut, soft and fluffy, fingering

***

The awkward topic of masturbation had been brought up - well for Eve it was awkward.

The tiny shy girl at 21 years of age had never touched herself. She'd had sex only twice and twice was enough to turn her off it. The 2 different asshole of boyfriends used her for her cute petite body rather than actually liking her and having feelings for her.

Eve has roomed with her best friend michael for 3 years now and they were never afraid to talk about anything. Michael was the only person she truely felt comfortable with and could trust.

However, masturbation and sex was never something Eve brought up in conversation, especially if it was about herself.

She was embarrassed to even think she was scared of having any kind of sexual interaction, even with herself. She thought at 21 she would have 'grown up' and found the joy and pleasure within sexual intimacy.

But every time it crosses her mind she cringes at the horrible sex experiences she endured. She also partially blames the fact her mother was never very open with her and never told her all the wonders about puberty or periods or anything to do with her own womanly parts. Eve had to discover it all for her herself.

And now currently, as she sat cross legged in the middle of Michael's bed with flushed red cheeks and clammy hands as he decided to ask the questions he was always curious about but never asked as he didn't want to intrude Eve's privacy.

She hesitantly told him she had lost her virginity which lead her to say that she didn't like it and only did It one time after that and never again.

Michael was shocked at this but what shocked him even more was when she whispered out that she'd never masturbated and didn't know how to. She barely knew the anatomy of the vagina in the first place.

The poor girl was truely missing out on what a wonderful and completely healthy thing masturbation is.

"Lemme teach you then." He nonchalantly suggests as he hangs up his clothes in the wardrobe.

Eve chokes on her own saliva, very taken back at Mike's offer.

"W-what." She nervously laughs and swallows quickly.

Yes she was timid with this kind of stuff but in the back of her mind, she always wondered how it would feel if it was done properly and what an orgasm actually felt like.

"I'm serious," he turns around from hanging his clothes up with no immature smirk or grin on his face. He was dead serious. "I will gladly help you out. Masturbation is so normal and it doesn't have to be weird. I won't think of you any differently." He maturely says.

"I-I uh Michael I dunno I mean- I maybe-"

Michael abandons his task, taking his full attention to Eve as he sits on the edge of his bed.

"My mums a gynaecologist, I've stumbled across her study books before and I happen to know a few things," He smiles softly trying to ease Eve's obvious nerves. "It's up to you. I don't want to pressure you into is but I'm telling you now, you're missing out."

"W-what would you uh d-do?" She whispers, toying with the delicate ring on her finger

"I'll show you nice and slowly. I'll be so gentle and I will stop at anytime you want me to." He strokes a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you say?"

She knows deep down she wants it. She's curious and what better opportunity to do it with the person she trusts the most.

"Y-yeah ok." She squeaks.

"Yeah?" His face lights up slightly. "Well come down here, I want you to be able to watch what I'm doing." He takes her trembling hand and leads her to his full length mirror.

"M'gonna watch?" She gulps, not used to this at all.

"Mhm. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror like that before?" Michael asks as he places a towel down on the carpet

She shakes her head no. She was not aware of what she looked like down there.

He reassures her that that's totally ok, sitting her down on the towel so she was looking at herself in the mirror.

"You're so pretty," he takes a seat behind her, pulling her back so she sat between his open legs.

"Thank you." She blushes profusely as Michael gets her to lean back into his chest.

To get her comfortable with his touch, he runs his finger tips down her neck and lets them go down her arms. Goosebumps arise on the surface and he makes sure to ask if she ok with this in which she sighs with a nod.

His lips press to her shoulder, heating up the area as he lets his hands travel over her clothed torso, feeling her curves.

Having never been touched so sensually, she was squirming within minutes with parted lips and breaths becoming deeper. Especially as his lips gently kiss the side of her neck.

He hooks his fingers under her tank top, pulling it up.

"I'm not wearing a bra is that ok?" She panics slightly.

"Of course, I'm not here to judge you." His lips brush the shell of her ear.

Her arms rise in the air as he pulls the fabric over her head, letting her perky breasts free from the years of confinement. Years of being deprived of the attention they deserved.

She watches Michael's face in the mirror, hoping for some kind of approval. He honestly cannot take his eyes off them. He simply cannot believe she's been hiding such cute tits away.

He lets his hands start on her shoulders, running slowly down over her collarbones and further down her chest. They brush over her nipples making her gasp softly as they harden.

She watches his hands knead them firmly and absolutely is mesmerised but the sight. Her hips begin to slowly rock as she begins to feel something she's only felt a few times but never really understood why.

"Can I?" He questions as he tugs in the hem of her skirt.

"Y-yes." She breathes, becoming needy and doesn't know why or how to react.

He rolls it up, displaying her underwear. "M'gonna touch you, ok?" He says, letting his chin rest upon her shoulder so that he could watch down at his hand slide over her clothed heat.

She gasps again at the sudden feeling that was hard to describe. His finger tips glide over her underwear, drawing light circles over where her clit was.

"Oh my god." She breaths, quite shocked. "That feels really good right there."

He chuckles lightly at how sensitive she is to be having her breathless with just lightly touching over her underwear. He knows he has to be very gentle.

"Yeah? I'm going to slide them off now" He watches her, watching him work his hands in the mirror.

"O-okay."

She lifts her bum for him to remove her underwear and skirt, tugging them off her feet and placing them to the side.

She closes her legs and timidly glances up to Michael in the mirror.

"It's ok, I'm not here to judge you or hurt you." He strokes her hair making her relax back into his chest.

He softly parts her silky smooth thighs to reveal her pretty pink pussy, wet and untouched.

"Please be careful Michael." She whimpers.

"I'm going to be so gentle ok? You tell me if you want me to stop. Here, put your hand on top of mine so you can stop me at any point." He places her small hand over his.

It runs down the in side of her thigh, reaching the outer lips of her pussy, carefully spreading them open.

Michael takes a deep breath, regathering his thoughts as he sees how wet she was. The poor girl had probably never experienced anything like it.

She notices it in the mirror and Michael can tell she's concerned and self conscious about how she looks down there so he decides it's best to explain a few things before continuing to make sure she knows that everything it's normal and fine.

"It doesn't look like the diagrams in school." She embarrassedly whispers.

"I heard that no girls does." He giggles softly. "They all look totally different. Every girls does and that's ok."

"Really?" She continues to inspect herself through the mirror.

"Mhm," He nods reassuringly.

A hand rests on her thigh as the one with her hand on top slides to the beginning of her slit where her clit can be seen all nice and swollen. Michael knows she's ready for him.

"This right here," His index finger pulls up her clit as she intently watches. "Is your clitoris, or the clit. It's only purpose is to make you feel good." He tells her.

He lets the pad of his finger tip, gently skim over her sensitive bud making her moan for the first time.

"Then further down," His fingers glide through her wetness. "This is the entrance." He slowly eases the tip of his index finger in.

She nods, her bare chest rising and falling as she anticipates the pleasure to come.

She's fully comfortable now, removing her hand from his, fully trusting him to do what he wants.

He drags her arousal up and circles it around her clit but never directly on. He knows this will be to sensitive for her.

She moans so sweetly as she watches his hand work it's magic on her. She's in awe of how amazing michael can make her feel.

"Feels s'good huh?" He whispers with his warm breath hitting her neck.

"Ye- oh my god," she moans, her head tipping back briefly as a strong wave of pleasure rushes through her.

Michael continues to rub loose circles over her clit, satisfied she's enjoying it. His other hand moves off her thigh so a finger presses at her entrance. Although she'd lost her virginity, that was 2 years ago and considering she is a tiny girl, he knew she'd be tight.

Her hooded eyes stare as his finger slowly easing in to her hole. There was no horrendous pain like she had experienced a few times before. His finger just slipped in so easily.

"Fuck." She whines, loving the sight of his finger sinking into her.

"Does it feels ok darling?" He cautiously asked, not wanting anything to hurt her.

"Yes Mikey!" She breaths, barely able to talk.

"I'm gonna slip another on in, kay?" He kisses her neck and she tilts it so he has better access.

He pushes in a second finger, sinking in right to his knuckles as Eve squeezes Mikes thigh beside her. Not because it was painful, but because the new found pleasure of being stretched out by her best friends fingers was so good.

Her pussy moulds tightly around his fingers, leaving no room for a third finger. At least not 0n this first occasion.

He draws his fingers out, before sliding back in to create a slow rhythm to start with.

"Michaellll," His name tumbled from her lips and he nearly groaned at the delightful sound.

He always though his best friend was stunning, but this took things to another level for him. Seeing how she trusted him to do this and how beautiful her body is made his head spin.

His finger still rub her pink clit and in combination with his fingers fucking her, it creates the strongest sensation Eve has felt yet.

She didn't know what an orgasm felt like but by the way the euphoria was increasing by the second she had an idea of what was about to happen.

Her chest rises and fall rapidly and her back begins to arch off his chest. Even her hips involuntarily rock into his two finger, pumping steadily in and out of her.

"Look how pretty you look," Michael mumbles in her ear and she re opens her eyes to watch her own body in the mirror. "Are you watching my fingers sweetheart?"

Of course she was, in fact she couldn't take her eyes off them and the way they effortlessly worked her.

He curled his fingers that little bit extra making Eve let out the loudest moan yet and her little hand wrap around his wrist, rubbing it up and down almost as if it was her way to encourage him.

He feels her begin to clench around his fingers and by her not taking a breath from her whines and moans, she was about to cum.

"You getting close? You about to cum over my fingers baby?" He lowly whispers.

She can't answer him, no words could be formed from her mouth but she knew this must be what an orgasm is and that she was about to cum.

She whines out for the last time as Michael tips her easily over the edge. She's breathlessly panting, her legs trembling and the ecstasy washes strongly over her little body. She's sensitive immediately, making her thighs close together as Michael finger slowly work her down.

Her body goes limp against his chest, his own heart beating just as fast as hers. She whines with her eyes flutter closed as she comes down from her high.

He slides his fingers away from her, cleaning them off on the towel laid underneath them. He rubs his hands gently over her shoulders, letting her take the time she needs to regain composure after her first orgasm that definitely did hit her hard.

He strokes her hair back off her sweaty forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Michael's almost nervous to speak. He said he wasn't going to let it be weird - and by all means it isn't, but he just can help but feel somewhat guilty that he enjoyed it and that he may possibly just discovered he has feeling for her.

"Are you ok?" He swallows lightly and breaks the silence

"Yeah Mikey, I am." She opens her eyes and softly smiles at him though the mirror with pink cheeks.

"Well, what do you think?" He chuckles.

"I really have been missing out haven't I. I've never felt anything like it. Thank you," She shyly giggles. "But now I'm all," she parts her legs slightly to peer in between them though the mirror, "sticky."

"Yes, you did make quite the mess love." He chuckles, helping her to her feet before putting and arm around her back and under her knees to pick her up bridal style.

"Michael!" She squeals and uses a hand to hold her breasts and one to grip his shoulder, scared she may fall.

He looks down at her body in his arms, shaking his head with a smile as he walks to the bathroom. "Can't believe you've hidden this all away. You're so beautiful Eve."

She takes her index finger shyly between her lips, looking back up to him with glossy eyes full of adoration.

Michael places Eve up on the bathroom sink, going to turn around to run her a bath but not before she pulls him back by the wrist.

They both lock eyes, intently gazing into each others for a moment as Michael moves in between her legs. Her arms sling around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. He has a large hand resting on her hip and his other cupping her jaw. He slips his tongue pass her plump lips and she hums into the kiss.

They break away, resting their foreheads together and giggling softly.

"What are we doing?" Eve chuckles.

"M'not sure but I think I could get used to it." Michael giddily grins.

"Me too. I actually think I might need some more lessons too."

***

[caelesjjk]

Blurb week

Would anyone wanna send me some domestic!sos blurb requests? I’m in a writing funk and I think maybe if I write something else for a bit I’ll be able to finish fic I’ve been working on. So send me things and I’ll write them this week!

[cal-puddies]

Could you do one where Cal brings you lunch at work and sneaks you off for a quickie?

You squeal as Cal’s large hands wrap around your waist from behind.

“Baby, it’s just me.” He coos.

“Oh god Cal.” You sigh, turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“Missed you. So I wanted to get you lunch, hoping I could get you off campus for a bit?” He says, pecking your lips.

“Yeah… let me look at my schedule real quick.” You pull away and look at your computer. “I’ve got about an hour.” You admit.

“K… I’ve got a plan.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his Range Rover. He drives by most of the food places, and parks in a secluded area. “Um, will you take your panties off and get in the back seat?” He asks.

“S’cuse me?” You ask, looking around.

“Baby… I’m aching, have been since you got out of bed this morning. Just wanna… push in.” He explains, leaning across the console, kissing on your neck. “Know you’re excited, thinking about it.” He whispers in your ear. His hand slips under the hem of your dress and his fingers brush against your panties.

You bite your lip, but you push your hips up and slide your panties down before climbing in the back. Calum takes no time following you. He’s on his knees between yours, slicking his tongue through your folds to get you worked up.

When he finally gets up and gets his pants down and sinks in, you both moan out. Your legs wrap around his hips and Cal builds his rhythm, pressing his lips against your body over your dress. His hands grip and grope every inch of you.

He spills his cum into you, and his head rests against your chest as you hold tight to him with your legs. You’re fingers gently scratch at his scalp.

“Fuck baby.” He looks up at you and pulls your head for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Thank you baby. But you really do owe me lunch now.” You smirk.

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[shot-of-truth]

Might as well just fuck • Michael Clifford

Phewww, this is probably the longest oneshot I’ve ever written, 2.8k. Enjoy!

TW: choking, spitting, slapping, dirty talk, fucKING but also cute fluff

The first time you saw him was at your local Starbucks, his red hair hanging in his face. You also noticed his eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow and the tattoos all over his arm. He was just really really hot. And because there wasn't any free table left you politely asked him if it was okay for you to sit next to him. He looked up, smiling and nodding. Looking closer you saw that he was reading Shining by Stephen King, one of your absolute favorite books.

"You like it?" You quietly asked, not wanting to annoy him. "I fucking love it." He smirked like a little school boy and his voice sounded so cute. "Please don't spoiler me." He pleaded, putting his book in his gym bag. "I'm Michael." The boy introduced himself, shaking your hand. "Y/N." You smiled back.

The next time you saw him he was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, an oversized sweater and a black beanie on top of his messy hair. He spotted you from the other side of the street, smiling immediately. When asked where he came from, he just answered: "work." You could tell he was exhausted, so that's why you invited him over to your place to a few glasses of wine.

You didn't even know how to explain it, it just clicked between Michael and you. You could talk for hours on end about god and the world, about everything that happened in your lives. There was just one thing you never talked about, which was work. But you were fine with it because you didn't wanna talk about your job either.

One night you got home from work kinda late and found Michael sitting on your sofa, pillows pressed against his chest, sobbing quietly. His eyes were red and puffy, little sobs leaving his mouth while he hugged the soft material in his arms tightly. "What's wrong baby?" You asked softly, his head immediately snapping up at your question. “I.. It's nothing.." He wiped the already dry tears on his cheek away with the back of his hand before sitting up and smiling at you. "How was your day?" "No Michael, this isn't how it works.. You need to tell me why you're crying in my flat at 11pm.. You are my boyfriend and I care about you. A lot." You carefully sat down next to him, a sad expression on his face. "My mum is disappointed in me.. I just.. I just wanna be a great son and make her happy but it's so hard Y/N.. so fucking hard." His arms wrapped around your small body, looking for comfort in a hug. “I get what you mean.. My mum told me a year ago she doesn't ever wanna see me again because she's disgusted by me. You're not alone, Michael.. You have me and I'll always be there."

That night, between soft kisses and tender touches, between quiet moans and unspoken promises you made a silent decision to tell Michael what you kept from him since you two got to know each other. And Michael made the decision to never tell you the secret he kept hidden from you because he could not stand the thought of losing you.

The next day everything was back to usual, you wanted to tell Michael, you really wanted to. But his mesmerizing smiles and his unbelievably grateful attitude stopped you. You just could not ruin what the two of you had, you knew Michael would be heartbroken if you told him that you fucked countless men behind his back for a living. So you gave him a goodbye kiss before making your way to the studios where you were supposed to shoot a new video with a guy that had recently become very popular in the porn industry. Mikey Blue.

You liked to be at the set earlier so you could prepare for what exactly your producer had planned, that day it was a scenario where he was friends with your brother but you absolutely hated him. Hate always resulted to rough sex, something you never got with Michael. He was sweet, caring and always made sure you were okay. But to be honest, you loved both ideas equally. Just the thought of Michael grabbing your hair and spitting in your face while he fucked you senseless made a familiar wetness pool between your thighs.

"And there he is!" You heard your director, Danny say over the sound of music being played in the background. Fixing your ponytail and your tight dress you got up in your high heels to greet the man you'd be shooting this scene with. Just a few seconds later Danny and Mikey entered the room and you almost fainted. You were greeted with an awful familiar eyebrow piercing, bright red hair, a ripped band shirt and black skinny jeans. Michael seemed just as shocked as you, opening his mouth to say something, before Danny interrupted you. "Y/N, this is Michael. Michael this is Y/N." Your boyfriend quickly shut his mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." "Nice to meet you too, Michael." You replied, quickly catching on to the games he played. "So.. Michael will be your best friend's brother and you guys hate each other, so... to make it clear, I don't want anything vanilla."

x

"You're so fucking annoying, Mikey.. Get the fuck out of my room!" You yelled at your boyfriend, or in that case at your brother's friend. The soft duvet was pulled over your naked skin, his lips going from a deep frown to a tiny smirk, making his way over to you. "I could help you, pretty girl." Thoughts were racing through your head, mostly the thought that you were going to fuck your boyfriend in front of the camera. And that you knew you were gonna be fucked really good. You gulped and sat up, clearing your throat. "Get the fuck out. I won't say it again." "Haven't gotten laid in a while, huh? No need to bitch at me, I just entered the wrong room.. Geez, chill." He put his hands up in defense. "You probably wouldn't last more than a minute anyway." Flashing a quick smile in his direction, you sat up against the headboard, eyeing him up and down. Nothing you hadn't seen before but this situation already made you so wet, you could not believe it.

And then, with one swift motion Michael had pulled the duvet away, on the other side of the bed. He cheekily bit his lip, eyes scanning your tits. "Says who?" With that, he crawled on the bed and pushed himself up above you, attacking your neck with kisses before whispering a quiet sentence in your ear. "We both know I'm more than satisfying." You breathed out, letting your head fall back against the board. Just a few seconds later, Michael's hand grabbed your throat and he pulled you close to him, smashing his soft, wet lips against yours. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" The other hand traveled down your body, playing with your nipples. "Mhhh." You answered, just to be slapped across the cheek by Michael, not too hard of course. He was still testing your limits. "Words, slut."

Something about the way your boyfriend treated you and the way he spoke to you had you unraveling in his hands. Being with him in the most intimidate way made you feel safe because you knew how much he loved you and that he would never go too hard or hurt you intentionally. "F-Fuck yes.. I will." "If your brother could see you like that... Naked and under my control." He chuckled softly, shaking his head and tossing you back on the bed, taking his shoes off and kicking them in the corner. You lay down on the bed, spreading your legs for him. "Who said I'm gonna give you something?"

As you looked up, Michael had his stupid smirk plastered on his lips, fumbling with his belt. "You're gonna suck my cock first. And if you do it the way I like it, we'll discuss your treatment." Your boyfriend made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, pulling you closer to him, down on the carpet. He situated himself at the edge of the bed, letting you pull his tight jeans down his legs. Eyes on your every action, making sure you were comfortable around him. You nodded up at him, knowing that he needed your confirmation, even though it wasn't verbally.

Michael bent down, kissing you one more time before shimmying out of his boxer briefs, his large erection coming in contact with the cold air. "Why are you still staring babe, you know what to do." Following a soft hum by you, he led one of his hands to the back of your head, the other one to your cheek. Grabbing the base of his shaft with his hand, he slapped the tip against your lip a few times. "Tongue out, slut." He instructed, gaze glued to your face. Just as you opened your mouth for him to slide in, he spit down on you, lubing the head of his cock up with it.

And then he entered you, slow at first, you didn't even have time to prepare yourself as he shoved his large cock down your throat. "Breathe.." He whispered, so only you could hear it, the thumb on his left hand stroking your cheek while you choked hard. "Doing so good." Michael slowly pulled back again, spit drooling in the corner of your mouth, eyes watering. "Okay?" He mouthed, letting you catch your breath. Your throat burned, but the feeling that you satisfied him the way he liked it, the feeling of being used by the person you loved, turned you on more than anything and made it more than worth it.

Michael instead didn't like the thought of hurting you, so he constantly made sure you were alright. Consistent touches somewhere on your face, just for the sake of him letting you know he was there. He slowly got up from the spot on the bed, just to keep your head in place and thrust his dick in and out of your mouth, the sounds driving him insane. Michael never had a problem with his stamina, but the situation he had you in right now, you choking on his hard cock, had him wondering if he was gonna survive the rest of the shoot. It had him wondering how many times both of you were gonna cum tonight.

Your eyes looked up to him, while he breathed heavily, your nose pressed against his shaved abdomen.

Hazy eyes looked over to Danny. "Can I cum in her mouth? Promise I will get hard again.." His hand still guided you back and forth, his thighs quivering with pleasure. Earning a simple nod from your director, you let your hands wander up his thighs, looking for support as his fingers interlaced themselves with yours. He was never really vocal during sex but right now, Michael was a mess. He was sweating, panting, so fucking close to shooting his hot cum in your mouth, something he had never done with you before. While Michael abused your throat for the sake of his own orgasm, you tried to gasp for air. Loud groans left his mouth, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Bitter taste on your tongue.

"B-Baby!" One last, broken sob and he spilled into your mouth, falling back against the bed to lean back and catch his breath. He felt like he was on cloud nine, with the way you looked up at him with your innocent eyes and your smile as you opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed every last bit of his semen. "10 minute break!" Danny announced, interrupting your thoughts. You crawled up on the bed to Michael, who smashed his lips against yours immediately. "M so sorry princess." He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest. His soft fingers traced over your back while he pressed kisses to your shoulder. "There's no need to be sorry, I fucked up just as bad as you." Michael nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, something he always did when he was tired. So you played with his colored hair, the gesture he loved the most.

"Wanna order pizza when we get home?" He asked. "Sure.." You answered, tugging on his soft cock. "I'm looking forward to fuck you, Y/N." He cheekily looked up to you, smiling like a little school boy while you tried to get him hard again, his hands kneading your breasts softly. "I'm looking forward to fuck you Michael." Just as you said it, you felt him harden beneath your hand again. "Michael... I want you to choke me as you fuck me." He looked up to you surprisingly. "Never knew you were into the kinky stuff, babygirl.. What else do you like? Like it when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow? I can deliver, you know. I can destroy your little cunt."

His hand traveled down between your folds, playing with your clit as you noticed Danny was recording again. "So wet.. All for me?" "Y-Yes, all for you." You felt his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling your body on his lap and squeezing it. "Think you're ready for my cock? Think you can take it?" Followed by a nod of yours, a slap across your cheek, harder than the first one. "Speak to me, bitch." "C-Can take it.. I was a g-good girl.." Michael didn't know if he went too far but little did he know you loved nothing more than to be degraded by him.

He lined himself up with your entrance, spitting on his hand one time to lube himself up a little. Not that it was necessary of course, you were as wet as you could possibly be. Then Michael entered you and you gasped for air, like every time he did it. He was so big and he always fucked you just the right way, so you could feel every vein and even his tip deep inside you. Your boyfriend didn't give you any time adjust, he fucked you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, balls deep. His hands wrapped around your throat, loud growls leaving his mouth. You tried to catch your breath, the only sound coming out was a loud whimper.

He slammed you into the mattress, his shirt drenched in sweat as you ripped it off of his body, stars dancing over your eyes. Michael let you go shortly after, grabbing your hands this time and pinning them above your head while his hips rolled swiftly against yours. His thumb ghosted over your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves torturously slow. You were aching for his touch, moving yourself against him. He could tell you were close as his hot breath ghosted over your neck and your lips. "Wanna cum for me baby?" Michael's voice sounded so wrecked, almost as wrecked as yours as you replied: "F-Fuck please.."

You pushed him back and climbed on his lap, sinking down on his erection that was coated with your juices. Bending down to kiss him once again you bounced on his member, feeling your orgasm, that you already knew was gonna be intense, approach inside of you.

His lips swallowed your loud moans while his big hands found their way to your hip, digging his fingers into the flesh. In this moment you did not care about all the cameras and the people beside you. The only persons in this room were Michael and you.

He had his eyes closed as you worked him closer to the edge, sharp breaths leaving his lips. One last time, you sat up and ground against him frantically. Michael's eyes shot open quickly, his hands shaking on your lip, a loud moan that you've never heard from him before, echoing through the room. A few seconds later he emptied himself inside of you, sitting up and pulling you against his chest. While you came around him in the most intimate way, walls clenching, breathing picking up, tears streaming down your cheek, from all the pleasure that your boyfriend gave you, he prepped sweet, innocent kisses all over your face.

"Princess? Are you okay?" He was still as deep as possible inside you and you found yourself nodding along. "I love you." He whispered quietly in your ear, tugging your hair behind it. Slowly getting up from him, you felt your knees giving up, but Michael catching you. "Well now I'm buying you pizza for sure." He smirked, picking you up and making his way over to the bathroom with you to run both of you a nice, warm bath.

[matthewtkachuk]

forgive me - rafe cameron

you’re ready to forgive Rafe, but first you’re going to make him work for it, sequel to ignore me

warnings: smutty smut smut (sorry not sorry), oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, lil bit of cockwarming (for @anxietyandtacos)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2.9k

a/n: in honor of me hitting 700, here’s the long-awaited sequel to ignore me, i hope yall enjoy 😏 (lowkey this isn’t proofread, sorry not sorry)

Rafe Cameron was the most annoying person on the planet, he was persistent and determined and so goddamn stubborn. He didn’t like to take no for an answer, and he knew every button of yours to press, and boy did he enjoy pressing them. He would pick and prod and poke until it drove you absolutely crazy and you had no choice but to acknowledge him. Above all though, he truly, deeply loved you and that’s why you could never stay mad at him. He didn’t need to know that, though.

After some of the best make up sex you’d ever had in your life, after you had left him in a huff to spend the night in the spare room once again, he’d ramped up his efforts to earn your forgiveness. The next morning he tried the breakfast angle again, this time bringing you eggs benny and a mimosa from your favorite brunch place on the island right to you in bed. You had to hide your smile as you sat up against the headboard and took the tray from him without even a half-hearted thank you. He didn’t say anything, but you saw the way his mouth twisted into a little pout and you could practically hear the gears in his head turn as he thought of his next step.

After you’d finished your breakfast, you made your way back home, thinking the extra bit of distance might further frustrate and motivate him. Lying on your couch, you spent your time scrolling through the several messages Rafe had left for you and giggling at his desperation. The earlier anger you had felt had all but faded, leaving behind soft fondness as you scrolled through various iterations of ‘I’m sorry baby’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘talk to me’ and ‘please’.

As it turns out, Rafe’s next step arrived after lunch in the form of Sarah Cameron holding a garment bag in one hand and a box that looked suspiciously like it might hold a necklace within.

You scoffed at the items in her hands, lifting an eyebrow as you told her, “If he thinks he’s going to buy my forgiveness…” you paused thoughtfully, eyeing the label on the garment bag and the Tiffany blue packaging of the jewelry box, “Well, damn he might be right.” Sarah only giggled and handed off the items to you, telling you that was only ‘the beginning’ and to be ready by 5.

Part of you thought about ignoring your instructions, slipping on a pair of fuzzy pajamas and watching movies with a glass of wine. The thought of Rafe’s face seeing you on the couch when he arrived that evening was almost enough to do it. But, truthfully, you weren’t even that mad anymore and you were really curious to see what kind of dress he had picked out for you. Looking at the time, you sighed. You really needed to shower, and you liked to take your time getting ready, so you got off the couch and headed up into your bathroom.

After your shower, you unzipped the garment bag and admired the silky, black fabric of the dress, more than a little impressed with Rafe. You spent the next few hours slowly getting ready, taking the time to do your hair and even bringing out the winged eyeliner. Your last step was slipping on the dress, loving the feel of the fabric against your skin.

At five o clock on the dot, your doorbell rang. You took your time swiping a thin coat of lip gloss to your lips before rolling them with a smack. Slipping on a pair of simple black heels, you checked yourself out in the mirror one more time. Rafe had done well choosing the dress, it was in your exact size and hugged the contours of your body perfectly. A small smirk graced your face as you imagined his reaction, and you couldn’t wait any longer, leaving the sanctity of your bedroom. You heard Rafe making small talk with your parents as you descended the steps. Your mother had loved Rafe the moment you brought him home as your boyfriend, but your father had taken longer to warm up to him. It made your heart happy to see the two of them getting along and so you rushed down the last few steps to keep from breaking out into a wide grin.

His jaw dropped slightly when you came into sight, eyes respectfully roaming the black dress hugging your figure. “You look beautiful,” he smiled, though his eyes furrowed when he noticed your bare neck.

“Could you help me put this on?” You asked softly, handing him the diamond necklace you grasped in your small hand and turning around, lifting your hair. You couldn’t help the shiver as his hands brushed against your décolletage and quickly clasped the necklace. He was grateful you didn’t feel how his hands shook.

Spinning back around, you grabbed his hand and tried to wish your parents goodnight and make a speedy getaway, but of course your father had other ideas.

“Have her back by 11,” your father gruffly reminded him and you rolled your eyes.

“Dad, I’m twenty years old,” You told him exasperatedly, but he just shook his head and reminded you that you were ‘under his roof’ for the summer.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling,” Your mom smiled, placing her hand on your father’s bicep to calm him. Grinning at her, you told them you loved them and all but dragged Rafe out the door. The second the door closed, you let his hand fall and walked purposefully to his truck. The way his smile fell a little hurt your heart, but you were playing the long game and it was too soon to give in. Rushing ahead of you, he opened the door and helped you in before shutting it for you and jogging to the driver side. He didn’t make a move to grab your thigh, and you found yourself missing the warm comfort it provided. While avoiding his gaze, you grabbed his hand from the wheel and placed it on its familiar position on your upper thigh, watching the way the side of his mouth upturned in your peripheral vision.

It didn’t take long to reach your destination, the cute new restaurant with seating on the waterfront. You had been talking about going there since it opened, but you and Rafe hadn’t yet found the time to go. You gave him a questioning look, there was definitely a wait list but he just shrugged and smiled before getting out of the vehicle and meeting you on the passenger side, opening the door for you again and helping you out. He tossed the keys at the valet, and walked into the restaurant, and you didn’t let go of his hand this time.

Sitting at your table overlooking the calm water, the late afternoon made its way into evening in a flurry of smiles and laughter and quiet conversation. You didn’t know if it was the way his larger hand held yours over the table, the soft adoration in his gaze, or the messy way his hair fell in his eyes, but by the time the entrees had been cleared from the table you knew you needed him. You could pretend the whole date hadn’t done a thing for you, or you could try and get him to show you just how sorry he was.

As he looked through the dessert menu, you squeezed his hand and murmured his name. He looked up at you and flushed a little under your intense gaze, asking, “Baby?”

“Take me home,” you told him slowly, and you saw his face fall. Sighing a little, he nodded “Alright-“

“No, Rafe. Take me home,” you emphasized the last word, tongue poking out to lick at your bottom lip. This time, you saw comprehension flash in his eyes and he nodded quickly, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple hundred dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover your bill and leave a generous tip.

The drive back to his house was considerably quicker than the drive to the restaurant, and his hand rested dangerously high on your upper thigh the entire drive, stroking it softly and ever so slightly moving closer to where you needed him without ever actually touching. The second he threw the truck into park, he was hopping out of the vehicle. Thankful that Ward, Rose and Wheezie were on the mainland for the week and Sarah was probably slumming it down on the Cut, Rafe pulled you into the house and slammed you against the shut front door, eerily reminiscent of when you had slammed it only a few days ago royally pissed off at your boyfriend.

You hungrily kissed him, hands running through and messing up his already messy hair. One of his hands gripped your waist tightly, the other cupped your left breast. Whimpering into his mouth as the hand on your waist slid down your side and slipped under your dress, you tugged on his hair. “Upstairs?” you asked when he broke the kiss to look at you. He smirked and you gasped when he threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, hand squeezing your ass just because it was right there and he could.

He set you down gently on your feet, both of his hands coming to rest on either side of your jaw as he pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. You felt your head spin, seeing stars as one of his hands slipped a little lower and began to gently put pressure on your neck. Gasping, you started to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, slipping your hand underneath the material and pulling it off of him. Your hands trailed down his toned chest and over his abs, before your smaller hands fumbled with his belt, pulling it clean from the belt loops of his dress pants. When you reached for the button, he pushed your hands away and spun you around to unzip your dress, pressing your chest into the door.

First, he pushed your hair over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before beginning to slowly pull the zipper down your back. Kissing every inch of back he exposed, all the way down to where your lower back met your ass before standing back up and pushing the dress off your shoulders, allowing it to spill at your feet. You turned around, back pressed to his bedroom door, and stood before him in just your matching lingerie set, and your entire body felt hot from the way he was looking at you – like you were everything he could ever possibly want. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, causing your face to get even warmer.

Running his hands from your shoulder blades, down to your wrists, he linked your hands together as he pressed open mouth kisses down your neck and between your breasts. Pausing to mouth at your nipple through the lace of your bra, he continued kissing and sucking his way down your chest and stomach, stopping at the lace of your panties. You sucked in a deep breath as he sunk to his knees, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling your panties down your legs and helping you step out of them. He leaned back, admiring your core before stroking you slowly with his index finger, gathering the wetness on the tip of his finger. “Such a pretty pussy baby,” he whispered, “and all wet just for me,”

“Rafe,” you whined, hands moving to grip his hair as he lazily played with you, carefully avoiding your entrance and your clit. He smirked up at you, large hand gripping one of your thighs and lifting it to rest over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you,” he kissed his way up your thigh, tongue flicking out of his mouth to lick at your clit once, twice. You jerked your hips, one hand leaving his hair to grip the dresser that stood beside his door. He pulled his head back and tilted it up to look at you, continuing with a smirk, “as long as you forgive me.”

The way he was looking at you coupled by his grip on your thigh had you unable to speak. Rafe mistook it as you stubbornly holding onto your anger, choosing to press his thumb to your clit and kiss the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp. “Forgive me baby? Please you know I can’t stand you bein’ mad at me. I miss you.” He murmured against the smooth skin of your leg. You still couldn’t speak, and so he pressed his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking as you moaned above him. Suddenly stopping, he leaned back to look at you, indicating he wouldn’t continue until you spoke.

“I- yes, I forgive you, please, I-“ you whined, tugging on his hair. Sighing in a mixture of relief and pleasure as he reattached his mouth to your pussy, your head hit the back of the door with a bang when he slipped a finger into you, then another. You couldn’t help but grind your pussy against his face as he noisily sucked and licked. Eating you out was one of Rafe’s favorite things to do, and he once joked that suffocating between your thighs was the only way he wanted to go. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high after he inserted a third finger into you, curling all three fingers and stroking your walls. Your legs shook and you whined his name as you came, slumping against the door. If Rafe hadn’t been holding you up, you’re certain you would have fallen to the ground, boneless. After he had licked you clean, he gently set your leg back on the ground and rose from his knees before he pressed you into the door, kissing you as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hand wrapped around your body and easily undid the clasp of your bra, slipping the fabric down your arms until you stood bare before him entirely.

Pressing a kiss to your lips again, he began to undo the button of his pants, before telling you to ‘get on the bed, baby’. Your legs felt like jello as you made the four steps to the bed, crawling onto the bed and laying against the pillows, watching him slip out of his pants and boxers, mouthwatering at the sight of his naked body.

You waited with baited breath as he crawled his way over your body, leaning down to kiss you again, slipping his tongue in your mouth as your chests pressed together. You ran your hands up his muscled back, holding him close to you as you kissed. He leaned his body weight on his forearms that rested on either side of your head, before reaching down to guide himself into your warm heat. The stretch was so good it was almost painful as he slowly entered you, inch by inch until your hips met. He was slow at first, keeping an even pace as he pressed kisses against your neck, your chest. “See how good it can be when you forgive me, baby?” he murmured into your neck. You could only whine in response, holding him tightly to your body.

It was the way his hips thrust in and out of you, the soft affirmations he whispered in between breathy, whiny moans, the way he gripped the headboard. It was the way he told you he loved you when he was fucking you into the mattress, the look in his eyes as he hiked your leg up further up his hip to enter you even deeper. It was the perfectly imperfect combination of all things Rafe Cameron that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your pussy clenching on his dick, as you came hard for the second time. Groaning at the feeling of you around him, he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high.

Wanting to help him, you pressed a kiss to the spot just under his ear, smiling when he rewarded you with a whiny moan. Mind clouded with the pleasure he was still giving you, you incoherently rambled in his ear, “God I love you so much baby, you’re so good to me. You make me feel so good, no one can make me feel this good but you.”

Groaning, he slipped a hand down to rub against your clit, hoping to bring you to your third orgasm as he approached his own. Back arching without warning, you came unexpectedly around him again, crying his name and “I love you” and “I forgive you baby, I forgive you.” Your words spurned him on, and he came inside you before collapsing on top of you, cock still buried deep in you. You held him to your chest as it heaved, willing your soul to return to your body.

“You forgive me, huh?” He mumbled, smirking against your chest, “Was it the three orgasms, dinner, or the Tiffany necklace?”

“Oh baby,” you giggled, leaning down to kiss his sweaty forehead, “I already forgave you before all that, just wanted to make you sweat a little.”

Throwing his head back in a whiny laugh, he pressed a kiss to your chest, “Cruel woman.”

“Ya, but you’ll forgive me.”

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[karlajoyner]

Worst Enemy (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Sorry this took so long! I just wasn't sure how I wanted to go about this request since I haven’t read that much smut lately to be fully inspired. I read a lot of 5 seconds of summer smut to say the least. Calum Hood smut to be exact and my fingers couldn’t stop typing after that.😂 But I hope you guys like it! Please let me know if you do! Don't read it if you just want a normal imagine. Some normal ones coming soon. Also I have an upcoming announcement after I hit 150 followers!

Requested by: irwindshield (Wattpad)

Warnings: Super Smutty (18+)

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"And action!" Kenny shouted.

I scowled at the boy in front of me who looked just as mad as I was.

"Seriously Luke your gonna tell me that you and Julie don't have anything going on"

"Y/c/n I already told you we don't! Isn't that enough?!" Charlie spoke standing up from his seat on the couch.

"No it's not. Not when you spent all weekend writing love songs together"

"It was one song and it wasn't about each other"

"One song still means something"

"Why does it even matter to you I'm single now? Isn't that what you wanted? To be free well now you're free to be with whoever you want or did you forget what happened with Reggie?"

"Nothing happened with Reggie. We were joking around. It's not my fault your jealous!" I shouted in frustration.

"Look who's talking" He said getting up in my face. Both our chests heaving in anger as we stared at each other angrily.

"You know what Patterson even when we're both dead I still regret ever falling in love with you all those years ago" I spoke through gritted teeth. I turned around dramatically to walk away, only to have Charlie grab me by the wrist and spin me around. Our faces now inches apart.

In aggravation he crash his lips onto mine shoving his tongue into my mouth. I huffed wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. We both fought for dominance as his hands found their way around my waist lifting me up in the air.

I got so caught up in the heated make out session I almost didn't hear Kenny yell for the end of the scene.

"Cut!" He shouted Charlie immediately letting me go. I scoffed pushing myself away from him to see his hair disheveled, his lips plump, and smeared with my red lipstick. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wanted to finish what we started now. But I couldn't do that when the insanely hot actor I wanted to push me up against the wall also happened to be my worst enemy.

"That was great guys!" Kenny said walking towards us.

"We might reshoot tomorrow if we have time since this is a kids show and that was a little too not kid friendly. Maybe hold back on the tongue"

"You got it Kenny"

"It's already late enough thank you two for staying back tonight we really had to get this in. Have a good night!"

"It was no problem. See you tomorrow" I smiled at our director as he walked away. I turned back to the boy beside me glaring at him.

"Well that was shitty. He's right you use way too much tongue. It was like Niagara Falls" I spoke using hand gestures. I watched the brunette roll his eyes in annoyance making me grin. Turning back around I began to walk back towards my trailer deciding to just turn in my costume tomorrow. Like I had done so many times after shooting until the am.

"You know I've had plenty of people who think my kissing is amazing" Charlie spoke walking a few feet away from me seeing as his trailer was right beside mine. Unfortunate perks of playing love interest who broke up in the show.

"I hate to break it to you Charles but they lied"

"Shut up. I'm done with your shit for the day"

"You know if there's one thing I hate more than having to shoot a scene so late it's having to shoot it with you Gillespie"

"Yeah well it's no fun for me either. I mean having to make out with a fucking jerk and act like I'm in love with her. Isn't exactly the highlight of my year!" He whispered shouted making sure no one heard us. It was late and the very few people who stayed in their trailers were probably dead asleep due to how long filming went on today.

"Not for me either! Why do you hate me so much? I swear I tried to be fucking nice to you when we met"

"Please you were anything but nice" He argued making me facepalm.

"You fucking liar! I introduced myself. I stuck my hand out for you to shake and you completely denied it. If anything you're the prick and the asshole!" I shouted reaching the outskirts of my trailer.

Suddenly I felt my body collide with the cold vehicle behind me and a cold hand landing on my mouth. My eyes widened looking up at the man in front of me who's chest was heaving.

"You wanna say that to my face y/l/n" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Look we both promised that we'd keep this little feud between us a secret for the sake of the show and our cast mates. So if you don't shut that big mouth of yours we might just get caught" He whispered making me roll my eyes.

Finally coming back to my senses I removed his hand from my mouth, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You fucking prick" I repeated myself seeing what he would say next. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

I watched his face closely as his eyes flickered to my lips. He slowly leaned forward hesitant on his actions. Rolling my eyes I took initiative, smashing my lips onto his. I let out a breath as he lifted my leg up to pull me closer. Nearly letting a moan escape as I felt his hard on press against the front of my jeans.

"Can't even fucking make the first move. How fucking dry your sex life must be" I panted teasingly as we pulled away.

"Shut the fuck up" He whispered pressing his lips to mine once more with such a force. I immediately kissed back realization hitting me. We were in the middle of a parking lot filled with trailers.

I pushed him away taking his hand leading him to my trailer that wasn't too far. He complied following closely behind. Pressing his body into mine as I unlocked the door as quick as possible. I stepped into the trailer switching on the dim light. I bit my lip turning around to finally face Charlie who stood there with his beautiful blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Are we really gonna do this?" I asked leaning on the counter in the small kitchen area.

"I don't know. I-I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. We could just leave it here if that's w-what you want"

"Well what do you want?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I watched as his body shifted uncomfortably as I removed the jean jacket on my body leaving me in a silky satin cami.

"I really wanna fuck you" He responded biting his lip. My stomach filling with butterflies getting the response I was hoping for.

"Then do it" I stated watching as he made his way towards me. Crashing his lips onto mine. I let out a huff as he lifted me off the ground and pushed me onto the counter roughly. My back hitting the wood behind me forcefully.

"Seriously?" I panted pulled away from the kiss first.

"Sorry" He muttered sheepishly before diving into my neck. Finding a spot to suck on. I craned my neck allowing him more access not even caring that I'd have to deal with the makeup team tomorrow.

Before giving it a second thought I pulled off my top tossing it across the room leaving me in a teal Lacey bra. The same color of the cami I was wearing.

"Holy fuck" Charlie whispered most blankly admiring the view. I let out a giggle tugging at his shirt as well signaling I wanted it off. He quickly got the message.

It was my turn to drool seeing his tightly toned abs turning me on even more than I already was. I was knocked out of my trance by Charlie kissing me passionately once more. My eyes fluttering shut, pulling the hairs on his neck. Our tongues now fighting for dominance.

His hands moved away from my waist to my back. Unhooking my bra from my body. We shifted slightly, the material being flung across the room. Within seconds his hands roamed my body freely once more. A groan escaping my mouth as his lips moved down my neck.

Until eventually settling on my nipple. My core was now throbbing in anticipation of his next moves.

I bit my lip trying to keep quiet but at the rate his hands were moving it was nearly impossible. I watched as he moved down my body. Undoing my jeans quickly.

I whimpered as Charlie spread my legs apart. Toying with the thin fabric of the panties I was wearing. Feeling myself getting wetter by the second I grasped onto his hair. "Fuck Charlie please" I whined as he began to place kisses up my thighs. Each one a little longer than the last.

"Please what?"

"Don't make me fucking ask again Gillespie. I don't beg" I spoke pulling him harder from his hair. Forcing him to look up at me.

He growled at my actions ripping apart the fabric and tossing it off to the side.

My back arched feeling his slender fingers enter me. A loud moan escaping my lips as he skillfully pumped his fingers in and out of my entrance.

I bit my lip tightly opening my legs wider to give him better access. Only to feel the feeling of pleasure leave my body.

"What the fu-" My words were cut off by Charlie grabbing me by the thighs. Pulling me closer to the edge of the counter.

"Holy shit" I moaned as he dipped his head between my legs to attach himself to my now sensitive cunt. Sucking on it harshly with no hesitation. His tongue moved around so effortlessly. I threw my head back as my fingers entangled into his hair wanting to feel him now more than ever.

"So fucking good" He groaned pulling away to add two fingers. Doubling the satisfaction. My lips parting to slightly as my eyes screwed shut.

"Charlie I'm s-so close" I muttered feeling his fingers spread up. Within seconds he sent me over the edge. Pleasure coursing through my body. I panted loudly attempting to steady my breathing. Watching as Charlie stood up. Lifting his glistening fingers up to his lips sucking off every last drop of cum that coated them. I let out another moan at the sight feeing myself getting turned on again.

"You okay?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I giggled seeing his already plump lips swollen.

"Perfectly fine Charles" I spoke wiping off my juices running down his chin with a towel nearby.

"A thousand times better now actually"

"I'm glad to hear you say that baby. Cause I'm not done with you" He whispered holding me firmly by the waist.

"Oh really?" I asked raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"Well unless you wanna wait until tomorrow after our first date"

"First date? Are you asking me out?"

"So what if I am? You got a problem with it y/l/n?"

"Nope. No problem here. Well except for the fact that I'm all dirty and sweaty" I said running my fingers through his messy hair.

"Well that just won't do for my princess will it? Round 2 in the shower?" He questioned making me laugh.

"If you think you can make me cum again then yes" I laughed pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Oh I know I can" He mumbled into my lips before lifting me off the counter. I giggled as he walked to the bathroom in the back of the trailer. The small confined space making me realize just how hot he actually was. It was. I balanced myself as he put me down to turn on the water. I began to set it at a warm temperature, Listening as Charlie stripped himself of the rest of his clothes from behind me.

"Your so beautiful" Charlie whispered wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Mmm you weren't saying that last week"

"I wasn't saying it but I was thinking it" He spoke as I felt something poking me from behind.

"You think about me?" I asked turning around to face him.

"A lot" He responded as I walked backwards. The warm water hitting me from above for a split second before my back hit the cold wall.

"Good" I responded as he pinned me up against the wall.

I huffed as his large hands grabbed me from behind my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist. Our make out session getting more heated by the second. Pulling him closer wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

He was quick to line himself up to my entrance. Entering me slowly.

"C-can I move?" He asked after a moment. I nodded thankful he let me adjust to his size.

Within seconds we both were a wreck as he pounded into me. A string of curse words leaving our lips as the warm water fell over us.

I moaned as he hit my g-spot. My legs becoming weaker the faster he moved. I felt familiar knot forming at the pit of my stomach as he let out a noise of disgruntlement.

"Fuck baby I'm almost there"

I nodded along. Not daring to attempt to form any words. Both of us reaching our climax one after the other.

"We should do this again sometime. You know after our date" He grinned placing me down gently.

"I agree" I spoke moving under the water. I sighed contently as his arms wrapped around me from behind. His lips grazing my skin as he place chaste kisses upon it. A small smile forming on my face.

As much as this was the end of our little feud it also a new beginning to a new relationship.

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love.

Happy reading!

1) Move Out | Explicit | 1525 words

Harry and Louis are moving in together, so they might as well make the most of Harry's apartment.

2) Take Off Your Business Suit | Explicit | 3082 words

“Yes, let me get another chair.” Louis said, leaning up off of the desk. He stood up but before he could leave the office to get another chair, Harry was grabbing his hand.

The words that came out of Harry’s mouth made Louis’ knees weak and heart beat quicken. “Just sit on my lap.” Harry said. Whatever he said afterwards didn’t make it into Louis’ ears as he was moving quickly over to Harry and placing himself on Harry’s lap.Louis would take anything Harry wanted to give him; hand touching, lap sitting, all of it.

Louis hadn't realized he was holding his breath until it came out in a quiet sigh. “Okay so th-this one will be slightly different right?” He asked as he pointed at the sheet of paper in front of him.

3) So Good, It's Making Me Drool | Explicit | 3364 words

He kept his back turned to Harry, whispering the few words he knew that would make Harry go absolutely wild. “If I’m only yours, maybe you should take me to bed and teach me who I belong to.”

4) What I Like | Explicit | 4245 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Harry gets tired of the "older women" jokes and the incessant teasing from Louis.

5) ll Belong To Your Creation | General Audiences | 4349words

Louis had always thought it was impossible to do so. Thankfully, upon doing research he learned that he still can as long as there are no complications throughout the whole pregnancy. He also stumble upon a birth vlog where a mum was able to give birth naturally even after going through c-section with her first and second pregnancy.

6) An Axolotl and the Fake Date | Explicit | 5976 words

Harry runs a stall at a farmers market every weekend and Louis comes by one day with an odd request.

7) Feels So Right | Explicit | 8804 words

The one where Louis is Troy, Harry is Gabriella, and we find out what really happened after karaoke at that ski resort...

8) Giallo! | Mature | 9776 words

Louis was a mess. A stuttery mess of weak knees and grass stains on his fresh linen clothes, his cheeks blooming a natural pink that matched his sunburnt nose. Upon his return from University, his family abandon the bustling city of London to bask in the comfort of their summer villa. With such a property came maintenance, Louis' father hired a strapping young fellow with tanned skin littered with ink and a charming smile aided by dimples in both his cheeks. Between reading, baking and painting, Louis stares at Harry, he couldn't help it. They grow close under the sun of Greece in 1989.

9) Interlude: One Night in March | Explicit | 10671 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

“Said I would, didn’t I?” Harry let his hands roam over Louis’s bare back, his muscles rippling with that same frenetic energy he always had, swirling just beneath the skin, just beneath Harry’s fingers. “May come a time I’ll have to carry you again.”

Cupping the back of his head and burying his fingers in Louis’s hair, he pulled Louis back into another deep kiss, moaned a bit when Louis squeezed his chest again, harder this time, like he wanted the shirt off. But instead he drew his hand down Harry’s side and tugged at the hem, as though to say best keep this on, before he licked into Harry’s mouth, drew Harry’s tongue out to play only to pull back enough to speak.

“May come a time I’ll actually fucking let you.”

10) Hate To Smoke (Without Me) | Mature | 12164 words

Sleep. Harry just wants one good night of sleep. However, his neighbour has a thing for headboard-banging-against-the-wall-sex every night. After a secret set-up and a bet, Harry may finally get the sleep he so much desires.

11) Call You Mine | Explicit | 12755 words

“I have a request.”

That’s what Louis Tomlinson says to Harry when he opens the front door a bit too aggressively. The latter feels justified after a round of annoyingly incessant knocking that was much too loud in the drowsy sludge of early Saturday morning.

“Zayn’s asleep,” is Harry’s tired, hoarse reply, irritation prickling at his skin. Less than a minute ago he was in bed, feeling perfectly content sprawled out on the mattress with the chilled air from the fan cool against his bare skin. And now he’s leaning up against the wooden door frame in nothing but his briefs because Zayn’s best mate decided that showing up unannounced at seven in the fucking morning was a brilliant idea.

“I’m not here for him,” says Louis curtly.

12) A Vivid And Wistful Melody | Explicit | 13128 words

"Slowly, he takes his violin out of its case, listens for a few more minutes to Louis’ flute, before joining him as best as he could. The flute stops for a few seconds, and Harry imagines Louis blinking cutely, taken aback, before huffing with a smile, and starting to play again, on a suddenly far happier tune. Harry closes his eyes as he twirls around the living room, violin in hand and music filling the air. He pictures Louis doing the same in his own flat while being careful as to not step on his cat.

Somehow, even with heavy eyes and tired limbs, this is the happiest Harry has ever felt in years."

In which they are neighbours stuck at home and they happen to start talking through a wall with a piano, a violin, and a flute. They end up writing the soundtrack of their own love story.

13) Until This Blood Runs Cold | Explicit | 13685 words

In a town as small as Louis’, everybody knows everybody and gossip spreads faster than the wildfires that rage on just outside their backdoors in the sweltering heat of summer. When something happens here everyone knows about it within seconds. Neighbors call neighbors and notes are left on doorsteps, old telephone lines ringing until there isn’t a single person who is left in the unknown.

So it’s definitely hot gossip when a vampire moves in across the street from him, the very same one who’s just become Louis’ boss.

14) A Road To Hope | Explicit | 18280 words

Note: There is no explicit smut but its implied BL.

“We’re far from the people and their issues, don’t hold back. Please.”

It’s true. They are far away from anything that could stop them, the middle of nowhere being the safest place on Earth for them to fall in love. The sacred land where sacred love is created. However, Louis is certain that even if they weren’t safe, he wouldn’t resist the sight of Harry, his pleading eyes, his warm skin beneath his touch.

15) Your Eyes Of Blue, Your Kisses Too | Explicit | 21785 words

When they get out onto the streets away from the crowds Niall turns to walk backwards, “So did you get any leads?”

“Well- uh.”

Niall shakes his head, “Too busy kissing that pretty boy onstage, I see. Gonna blow the whole case for a piece of ass?”

16) Thinking About Peaches | Explicit | 23724 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic, which is #18 on this list.

Eight smutty drabbles following the events of bruise you like a peach.

17) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds | Mature | 38065 words

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

18) Bruise You Like A Peach | Explicit | 40694 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #16 on this list. 

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

19) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42123 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men.

So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic.

Harry wonders if he can pull off the look.

Or could Grimshaw be looking for a new face?

20) Secretly Dating | Mature | 43615 words

Lottie groaned, looming over Louis with a glare. “If we’re late, Mum and Dad will never let Harry see me – ie. see you.”

It was the first time they openly addressed the fact that Harry saw more of Louis than Lottie on their supposed ‘dates.’ He supposed he knew as much, but it still startled him. “You’ve been setting us up!”

Lottie snorted, cocking out her hip and brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Honestly, Harry. You’re so dense. To be fair, it was at Louis’ request.”

Louis’ mouth gaped like a fish as he jumped to standing position, wobbling only slightly. “Don’t sell me out!”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “Come on lovebirds.”

21) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) | Mature | 95417 words

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

22) The Healing Song | Mature | 111851 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.

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Company Chapter 5: Beltane - Epilogue

Moodboard made by Kim <3 Summary: All is well that ends well. Author’s note: Thank you soooooo much for joining me on this “art project!” I hope you enjoyed it! There might be some things that one could wonder are unresolved, but I have answers to all questions. They just didn't feel right to put in this chapter. If you're curious, feel free to ask! <3 Thanks again and til next time!!! <3 -Lien Warnings for this chapter: Smutty and fluffy. Magic sex. Yay! Go to the Masterpost Read Company - Chapter 5: Beltane - Epilogue on AO3

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Peter saunters through the woods, a goofy smile spread across his face. There’s no backpack filled with food resting on his shoulders this time. He doesn’t need it. In his hands, he casually clutches a bouquet he bought. It’s a colorful collection of wild flowers the florist carefully put together. He breathes in the early Summer air and skips once over the forest floor, making a twirl. “Oberon?” Peter asks quietly. Purposefully. A swift presence appears behind him and he turns with a smile. “Puck.” Tony and Peter come together in a tight embrace. The Fae unashamedly breathes Peter in and smiles a kiss into his hair. “Peter…” “Tony.” “Stars, my name sounds so heavenly from your lips.” The college student’s shoulders jolt through his laugh against Tony’s chest. “What am I supposed to reply to that?” Peter chuckles. Tony gently rubs his cheek on Peter’s hair. “Mmm… Just say my name once more.” “Only once?” “Maybe twice… Or three times. Or a thousand.” Peter smirks and pulls away to look the Fae in the eye. “Won’t you prefer kissing my lips?” An immediate grin plasters itself on Tony’s face. “Now that is a reply.”

It takes less than a second for them to cross the distance and share breaths. They connect and Peter shamelessly pushes forward, rubbing his crotch against Tony’s thigh. A brief growl escapes Oberon’s throat and he pulls back, lips wet with Peter’s love. “Needy,” he tuts. “Always,” Peter teases, wiggling his eyebrows. Against Peter’s wants, Tony pulls back further and eyes Peter’s hand as he takes it back in from behind Tony. “What do we have here?” “I brought you flowers!” Peter excitedly exclaims. The gears in his head turn and he looks at it for a second before sighing. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t realize this gift is kind of useless… You can literally make flowers with a wave of your hands.” His arm drops. “You don’t need more.” “I want them,” Tony deadpans. Peter looks up surprised. “You do?” He scoffs quietly. “Yes, these flowers may be dying soon now because they’ve been cut, but they’re a gift from you. You thought of me when you got these. You made the effort to get me this. Part of your day was spent caring for me by picking this. Every gift is an honor to receive- especially from you.” Peter grins with delight and offers Tony the flowers. The Fae gratefully takes them and closes his eyes as he brings them up to take in their fragrance. “Mmm…” Oberon sighs content. “Do they smell good?” Peter asks shyly. “Lovely…” Tony opens his eyes. There’s a mischievous sparkle in them that has Peter’s gut tingle with anticipation. “But I know something that smells even better.” Peter’s breath catches in the back of his throat, but he manages to push the next word out regardless. “W-what?” The Fae’s irises light up and with his magic he tightens the bond that was created by sharing their names. All Peter can focus on now is everything Tony; this blissful yet unexplainable floatiness that comes with being near the Fae. Oberon pushes in, casually tossing the flowers to the ground so he can push both his hands under Peter’s shirt. “You.” Tony invades Peter’s space and presses gentle kisses on the shell of the young man’s ear, ocassionally leaving some kitten licks. Peter can only smile and let it all happen. “Your smell, your taste, your presence…” The growl Oberon lets out sends a shiver through Peter’s entire body. Tony’s fingers find Peter’s nipples. “You, my sweet, are divine beyond imagining.” Right at the enunciation, Tony pinches his fingers together, causing Peter to gasp and buck against Tony’s body. “You are a deity and deserving of a world I will gladly give you.” The speed at which Peter completely loses his intelligence around Oberon still boggles his mind. Right now, however, Peter is perfectly content with where he is. “But, you-“ “Just because I am the one who can perform magic, does not mean I am not the one utterly entranced by you.” One of Tony’s hands lowers back down Peter’s chest, tickling his skin. “By your voice, your eyes, your…” Suddenly, Oberon’s fingers breach the hem of Peter’s pants and curl around the hardening shaft. “…shape.” A quiet moan falls from Peter’s lips. “T-Tony-“ As a reward, the Fae squeezes and tugs, causing Peter to lean into it even further. “Again.” “Tony-“ Another reward, another moan. “Again.” “Please-“ “Say it, Peter. Say my name.” “Tony!” … Puck and Oberon lay in a clearing in the woods, surrounded by blooming flowers and a pleasant warmth. The breeze gently washing over them is slightly chilly, but more than welcome under the sun. They’re bare, staring into each other’s eyes as their hands tease hair and skin. Their heads are crowned with flowers, an indication of their reign of their small and contained makeshift kingdom. The corners of their lips are curled up indefinitely, showing no sign of ever pointing down again. They bask in the sunlight and each other, enjoying their flushed bodies and entangled legs. “Would you stay with me?” Oberon whispers quietly, eyes searching. “Forever?” Peter sighs content and scoots a little closer until his head rests on Tony’s chest. “And rule Winter Court?” “By my side.” It’s quiet for a second too long for Tony’s taste. “You can say no.” “No, I-“ Peter sits up straight, breaking the tranquil scene. He stares at the flowers, away from the Fae. “I want to be with you.” “Just not at court?” Peter nods quickly. “I wouldn’t fit in.” Tony laughs at that and joins Peter in sitting up straight. “Beck will probably try to kill me after what happened last time.” “First, he would not. If he even so much as tries to touch one hair on your beautiful head, I will have him lose his. Secondly, do you think I fit in?” His hand finds Peter’s face and moves a stray curl before cupping his jaw. “Am I cold and evil?” Peter grins. “Occasionally.” Tony huffs faux-offended. “Name one time!” “Hmm,” Peter teases as he grabs his chin, thinking carefully. “About an hour ago when you considered not letting me cum after three hours of edging?” The Fae bursts out laughing and quickly moves in until they turn and Peter is caged on the ground between Oberon’s arms. “What is the alternative?” Peter wants to swear at his cock, already betraying him again. He decides to play along, though. “You could just let me cum whenever I want to.” Oberon pouts at that. “Oh, but what’s the fun in that.” His tongue swiftly finds Puck’s bare chest and swirls lazy circles before he leaves a wet kiss. “Would that not bore you?” “Why don’t we find out?” Tony lowers his abdomen until both of their semi-hard cocks brush past each other. Peter gasps at the fluttering sensation, but it quickly turns to a whine when Oberon simply keeps teasing. “Tony-“ “You think you can go again already? Are you not tired?” Peter puffs his cheeks. The question is kind and considerate- Peter hadn’t even thought of whether or not he would actually be able to go again. It’s not soon and he does have the libido of a college student, but their three hour edging session did take a lot out of him. “Or do you need a hand?” Oberon smirks. A strangled moan escapes Puck’s throat when suddenly, Oberon grabs both of their cocks in his hand and starts stroking them while also lazily rolling his hips. The hand seems to glow slightly and Peter feels rejuvenated. Awake and present and… Fuck, he’s horny. “Evil,” Peter whimpers at Oberon's magic use, which causes Tony to slow down his movement. “I can stop if you want.” “No- fuck, no, keep going.” “As you wish.” Tony puts in a bit more effort now and seems to relish in the fact that Peter is already a mess again. His look darkens. “I’ll be as evil as you want me to be.” Even if that’s not what Peter meant – and they both know it – Peter doesn’t care anymore. “Our promise may be fulfilled after today, but I will make sure you keep coming back every time.” The student bucks into the Fae’s hand. “H-H… How?” Peter bares his teeth in a cheeky grin. As much as Tony teases Peter, Peter still likes to fight back. Puck moans unashamedly when Oberon’s magic envelopes and enters him, pulsating and caressing and simply straight up fucking him into oblivion. The edge nears dangerously fast and all Peter can do is take it. Oberon sucks a mark on Peter’s neck and growls. “By keeping you coming.” “Please-“ “Oh, what a beggar you are,” Oberon taunts. “How many times do you want to come, my flower?” His eyes sparkle with delight. “Once? Maybe twice? Three times? Or a thousand…” Peter grips some of the flowers next to him to ground himself. His chest heaves with his heavy breaths. “Answer me, Peter.” A scoff falls from Peter’s lips before he answers. The Fae certainly likes to use their newfound bond to make Peter do all kinds of things. “Until all I can say is your name.” Tony leans in, fully pressing himself against Peter now, rubbing their bodies together. He moves in to kiss Peter, but before he does, he whispers victoriously. “Now that is a reply.”

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Rally’s Scribbles in the Work

So after that lovely anon blew my mind away with their kind words and wonderful support, and because I keep telling you guys about my writing plans without actually giving you even a teensy little detail, I have decided to stop being coy and actually likely get your hopes up a bit by dilvulging small details and bits of plots of what is currently going on in my G-Drive. 

This will be a brief recount of what I have currently baking in the AoMomo oven, so let’s dive right into it! Please note that the numbers are in no particular order - I just keep revisiting each of these stories and writing a bit more to them whenever I feel like it. So there’s no ranking and no importance, just a number to keep proper count.

1. “Knight of Renown” Dragons and Knighthood AU, based on that one AoMomo pic with Momo ithe Knight and Dragon Aomine that I reblogged a while back and I actually let me imagination go a bit too much in the tags. I ended up actually rather enjoying the premise I set up in the tags so I actually started writing that one out!  Completion rate at about: 5%? I’d say? Less? :D 

2. AoMomo Music AU - a dearly beloved project that I am pouring a lot of love and attentioin to. That’s why it’s coming along super slow. It’s been in the making since November and I chewed it and mulled through it so thoroughly that I’ve grinded to a halt with it. Intending for there to be 2 chapters, and I am at about 25-30% of chapter 1 currently ready currently. At the pace I’m going, it might be another full year before you actually get to see this bad boy up, but when you do, I’m sure you’ll see all the care and effort that went into making it perfect. Honestly, no joke here, I am intending for this to be one of my rare masterpieces in this tag. So I’m not gonna rush it!

3. AoMomo Car Accident AU where Daiki barely manages to save Satsuki from being run over by a hit-and-run and ends up being the one run over instead. This was my first piece of writing after coming back to AoMomo last summer and yet completion rate is a sad thing. I want it to be flawless, a perfectly agonizing, thrilling type of torturous read that gives you a great sense of relief by the end of it. Needless to say, the clusterfuck of negative feelings is a bit difficult to hold onto for a prolonged period of time and the work is coming along slowly. Planned at about 5 chapters, I have 2 complete ones and the 3rd one is at about ... 30%? Hopefully before this year’s whumptober, we’ll have a finished piece!

4. AoMomo bond character study, which went in a direction I did NOT expect nor intend. It was suppsoed to be an idea that you will see also listed below. But I started this one from their early childhood and somehow, instead of focusing on the kids and their bond and their weird interactions with each other and their first moments of realizing they are of opposite genders, it turned into something much too fun to let go of and the ideas for scenes just kept piling. It’s going to be a long one, very explorative and very in-depth character study on the bond between these two and how it changed over the years, and their first encounters with their sexuality inbetween (because that was really the main idea that I started with... xDDD;;;) Currently at 1 chapter complete, chapter 2 somewhere around 50-60% completion, and at least 6-7 chapters to come after that, soooo.... :’DDDD YEAH. THIS ONE AIN’T SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY ANYTIME SOON.

5. AoMomo deciding to practice stuff on each other, because I am a sucker for this trope.THIS will be what the idea under previous number 4 was SUPPOSED to be like, but it instead spun out of control. So this one, under number 5, is going to be the smutty, idiots bumbling through physicality to discover that they actually have serious feelings for each other kind of piece. Chapters are planned at about at least 6-7 or so, but not my usual monstrocities! :D First we start with practice kissing, and we move our way up from there! 

6. “The Evil of Humanity” AU - a dystopian futuristic kinda mecha AU, sort of an amalgamation of some of my favourite anime in the genre - a bit of NGE, a bit of Gurren-Lagann, a lot of Darling in the Franxx rewrite and improvement, in distinctly AoMomo colors. I poured a lot of thought and love into initial outline of main moments for this one, and I really hope to make it an epic, thrilling action/adventure with a big dash of romance kind of read! Chapters currently not even planned properly, because I need to sit down and consider this seriously. It will definitely be more than 10-15 though, and they will be my usual chapter lengths so.... likely no time soon. :D 

7. Aomine Fanclub - I got a plot bunny some time ago and I shared it here and my friends were spurring me on with it, so I started trying it out a little more. I’ve written out like... maybe 30% of this one as well, but need to re-read and reconceptualize to get it back on track. The issue with this one is that I’m not really sure where I want to take it, thus it’s on the back burner at the moment.

8. KagaKuro AoMomo double-date kind of story, where Aomine is asking some curious questions of Taiga about going to America and pondering if any of his immediate friends know what Satsuki wants to do with her life. I’m really invested in this one but haven’t started properly writing it out yet beyond just sketching out the idea so I don’t forget it. (I’d say 1% complete here.) Really looking forward to using the idea of Kagami being super impressed with AoMomo perfect sync when playing as a team in arcade games!

9.Laws of Attraction Chapter 2 - You might be surprised at this, but I’m actually super invested in this one. Likely the reason why I am delaying so much working on it - I feel like all my great scene ideas are just too chaotic and I have a hard time starting the chapter flowing properly. I had like 4-5 false starts already and I’m feeling a bit skittish with picking it up. But I have such AMAZING concepts on where to take it after it revvs up the engine, so... Maybe sometime this year! Completion rate: 0% written, but at least about 30% ideas built up for the installment!

10. AoMomo college rooming together story - sort of an expansion on my fill for one of the prompts way back those years ago in AoMomo week. I really dig the concept and the trope of sharing spaces with someone you consider nothing more than a friend and then gradually learning to appreciate each other for something so much more. I am definitely doing this one some day, but not anytime soon, likely.

11. A random idea bit me the other day (read: a month ago) and I actually wrote out like... maybe 25% of it already as well. A random comment from Wakamatsu miffs Satsuki but then she realizes why he’s asking dumb questions and she comes to realize that something is wrong with the equation: either Dai-chan likes someone really close to them and she hasn’t realized, which is unlikely, or Dai-chan likes HER and is super blase about it in a way that betrays his feelings not at all, which is even more unlikely. Being a curious  individual, she sets out to find which it is! Some hilarity should ensue but mostly just some mess-with-Dai-chan fun!

12. Touou summer training camp at the sea - progress is practically 0, I wanted to write a summery piece and set my mind on this, but nothing beyond has come to me, so I’m not forcing it.

13. AoMomo cultural festival fic in second year of high school (meaning something approx end of Oct -> beginning of Nov.) with Daiki being in a distinctly Haruhu Suzumiya role at that festival (has anyone even seen this anime? I adored that episode to freaking bits, man, it’s engraved upon my soul) and singing Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” and one more song just like Haruhi did. And Satsuki just beholding the phenomenon he becomes in no time flat while he lays bare his passion for life for all the student body to see. Shippiness will happen in private afterwards!

14. You Can Leave Your Hat On Chapter 2 - Probably like 2-3 years ago while I was still in the damn woodwork and wrestling with real life and adulting being crap, I remembered this AU premise and I got super hyped on the idea of Club Owner Dai-chan being a flirt with innocent Satsuki who got dragged to his joined and fell in love at first sight with his shenanigans. I’ve already played around for like 7k words with the second chapter of this but I’m still not where I want to be at, so it will take a while longer to flesh it out.

15. Idol Worship - a story that I promised my mate aricana some 6 years ago the premise for which I am super hyped for but not quite engaging with it yet. The idea was that Momoi finally starts gettiing the dates she has been pesting Kuroko for for years, and Daiki feeling terrible about beholding that, whilst Kise is being pestered by Horikita Mai for a date and instead ditches her with Daiki because he knows his former Teikou classmate is a huge fan of her. Mai-chan isn’t particularly happy but somehow ends up enjoying her time with Daiki and starts considering actually pursuing him instead of Kise when she sees what an interesting soul he is, with the torch that he’s carrying for some girl in his life he doesn’t really talk about but is evident from the little things he drops off as hits. AoMomo shenanigans will start to ensue properly when Satsuki realizes that Daiki is actually having a close female friend who is not her but is Horikita Mai instead, Dai-chan’s perfect woman, practically. She doesn’t take well to the news and has to grapple with why that is! And what to do with these newfound frustrating emotions!

16. Obstruction of Justice Chapter 3 - MAYBE SOME DAY, I WILL GET TO WRITING THIS. Last summer I inteded to do just that but instead, Wild Side of Justice was born. And it became a spin off of sorts on its own. ORZ. I WILL FINISH THIS SOME DAY, I do have some plans for it and I do have the desire to pursue them. I just need to be in the right headspace for it ahsjkfhkjaf

17. A PWP story of Kagami arriving early for a practice match at Touou and somehow walking in on AoMomo getting busy with each other in very unexpected and explicit ways that Kagami did not see headed his way. Because, we need more PWP in this fandom, honestly.

18. And since we DO need more PWP, recently when checking the 30 lemons community on LJ (shut up, I’m not ancient, YOU’RE ANCIENT) I was wondering how exactly a smut plot around the “Taken by the Faceless Stranger” could work for Aomomo and I came up with this Masquerade ball that they end up both attending because of their friends and meeting each other and hitting off fantastically just chatting the night and then banging in a niche in the long castle-like premise of the ball. :’DDDD Cuz it’s me and if I don’t have something like that in the works, you know i’m likely sick.

ALL OF THESE I am planning on eventually finishing one day. ONE DAY!

For now they are in various states of completion and in various stages of being cared for and improved on with more ideas added and fleshed out.

I am not joking when I say I am very invested in this fandom. I just have difficulty getting to writing out these ideas when I spend like 60% of my free time playing my mobile games. :D 

So there you have it. I didn’t want to say anything about these because 1) I don’t want to get your hopes up. You Can Leave Your Hat On 2, for one, has been in the making for 3 years, very on-again-off-again kind of way, and I just... can’t do that to you guys. I have decided against posting any incomplete fics so I don’t torture you guys and my muse doesn’t abandom me forever for them. So when something is complete, it gets posted promptly for your viewing pleasure!

And 2) If I divulge too much of the story, I feel like my hype of it may disappear completely. Ehh, my muse is a willful creature, what can I tell you... 

So let’s hope at least SOME of these get to see the light of day soon!

[caelesjjk]

Divine Part VII

Okay lovelies, this is honestly 5300 words of smutty smut. Fair warning. Theres one more part after this one so all things will come full circle lol.

“So…that’s everything.” You said as you finished your very long story to Violet, who sat cross legged on the bed. Her face looked more contemplative than it did disgusted, like you thought it would.

“Wow.” She pushed some hair away from her face and looks up at you. “I don’t mean to be straight forward here, Y/N, but who are you going to pick?” She looks at you with all seriousness and you throw your head back in laughter.

“Honestly, Violet? That’s all you’ve got to say?” You wipe at a tear on your face that you aren’t sure appeared from crying or laughing.

“Look, Y/N. I understand you’re torn up about this. But, why not just date the both of them?” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Were you listening to anything I just said?” You fall back on the bed so your head rests on the pillow.

“I heard you, okay? You’re worried about getting caught with Luke and about losing Ashton. So, who are you in love with?” She stands up and taps her foot against the floor impatiently.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t even know if I love either of them.” Your mind starts going a million more directions now.

“Yes, you do. Deep down, you know who you want. You might have feelings for both of them but only one of them has your heart.” Violet says. You sigh loudly.

“You’re wiser than you let on, Vi.” You say as she sits down next to you again, her arm going around your shoulders.

“I know you’re hurting. But I’m here for you.” She says.

“You really don’t think I’m a horrible person?” You sniffle when you start to cry a little.

“Of course not! You think you’re the only person whose ever had to make this kind of decision? Plus, I already knew something was going on with Luke.” She giggles.

“What?! How?!” You sit up fully to look at her.

“Oh, come on Y/N. You might be the only person who doesn’t notice how he looks at you.” Violet rolls her eyes.

“How does he look at me?” Your stomach starts to contract.

“Like nothing and no one else will ever matter.” She smiles at you widely.

“God, that absolutely does not make this any better.” You cover your face with your hands and groan.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But you’ll do what’s best for you.” Violet pats your head and starts to head for her own bed when there’s a knock at your dorm door. Its after midnight, who the hell would it be?

Violet walks over to the door and opens it just a bit to see who’s standing on the other side of it. You don’t hear anyone say anything, but when Violet turns around to face you, her eyes are wide and her hand is cupped over her mouth.

“Who is it, Vi?” You start to stand up.

“Um, it’s for you.” She gives you a sympathetic look as you walk over to the door and open it the rest of the way. When you see who’s standing there, you can completely understand Violet’s reaction.

On the other side of the door stands Ashton and Luke. Luke, in his leather jacket and white button up, his arm resting above his head against the door frame as he looks at you. Ashton is still dressed in his flour covered clothes,  standing in the door way with his arms folded across his chest.

“Who the hell is this guy?” Ashton finally says, motioning with his head towards Luke.

“Me? More like who the hell are you? Do you go to this school? Or how is it you found your way onto school grounds?” Luke says with annoyance in his voice.

“I asked a girl down the hall where your room was. I’m sorry to just show up but you wouldn’t answer your phone.” Ashton says as he steps closer to you and Luke’s whole body stiffens. This could have been avoided if you had just looked at your phone.

“Sorry…I was um, just talking. What are you doing here?” You look up at Luke now.

“I didn’t see you at dinner in the cafeteria. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He steps closer now. You can barely breathe.

“Look, Y/N, I’ll go, I just wanted to give you this.” Ashton pulls a bright yellow flyer from his back pocket and hands it to you. You carefully unfold it to see that it’s a flyer advertising his schools art show in a few weeks.

“I doubt she can make it.” Luke rolls his eyes.

“Luke…” You glare at him.

“What? It’s the same weekend as the big showcase fundraiser party. You’re the lead in the damn showcase, you’ll be expected to be there.” Luke explains.

“Oh…I forgot about that.” You bite your lip and look up at Ashton.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a dumb art show.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks at you expectantly.

“No. It’s not dumb at all, Ash. I’m sure it’ll be amazing.” You give him a weak smile.

“Then come. Please? Even if it’s just for a few minutes?” He asks.

“Are you hard of hearing or something? She can’t go.” Luke stands up straight.

“I don’t remember asking you.” Ashton replies to Luke without looking at him. You can tell Luke is getting pissed.

“You didn’t have to, but I’m telling you mate, she can’t go.” Luke’s arms cross over his broad chest now.

“Are you her father or something? Why is it you keep answering for her?” Ashton steps up towards Luke now. You feel frozen in place as you watch the scene in front of you.

“Trust me, I’m not her father. But if I was, I’d kick your ass for showing up at her room unannounced.” Luke’s voice gets louder.

“You’d kick my ass? Give me a break man.”  Ashton laughs a little as the space between them is almost nonexistent. You suddenly come back to reality, putting your hand between them to push them apart.

“Stop. Just stop, okay? Ashton, I’ll do everything I can to see your show. Luke, I’m fine. I’m going to bed.” You continue to move them apart.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later, Y/N.” Ashton quickly leans down and places a kiss on your cheek before you can even react. You close your eyes, not wanting to see the look on Luke’s face. You open your eyes just in time to see Ashton smirk at Luke before walking back down the hallway to the exit.

“That’s it, I’m kicking his fucking ass.” Luke starts to go after him, but you step in front of him, your hands pressed against his chest.

“Please, just stop.” You whisper, knowing that you’re about to deservingly get yelled at.

“Things not go so well ending it with car boy then?” Luke asks.

“No.” You shrug, wiping at your tired and puffy eyes.

“I’m not giving up.” Luke places his pointer finger under your chin to bring your eyes back to his. They’re so blue that it makes your heart hurt.

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve him either.” You bite your lip, knowing tears are going to come again. You’ve been crying too much lately.

“Please don’t cry. I won’t actually kick his ass unless he touches you in front of me again.” He whispers, and you don’t stop yourself from practically jumping into his arms, a small sniffling laugh escaping your lips. You felt safe in his arms, like maybe you could just ignore everything else for just a little while.

“Aren’t you angry with me?” You say into his neck.

“No. I shouldn’t have put you in a situation like this. If you want to be with him, you should be.” His nose skims through your hair until his chin rests on top your head. “But that doesn’t mean I’d give it up.”

“I don’t think I want you to.” You press a kiss to his neck.

“Get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning at practice.” He gives you one last squeeze before letting go of your body and stepping back.

“Yeah. Goodnight, Luke.” You smile, but it’s a tired smile. He nods, heading back down the hallway.

You have no idea what changed in him. Why he wasn’t angry about Ashton being there. But you were glad, because you don’t know how you would handle him yelling and screaming at you.

The next few weeks went by in almost a blur. There were endless hours of practicing. Endless hours of meeting important people. Dinners that seemed to drag on and on. And it was all because Luke continued to talk about you like you were the greatest ballerina on earth to his colleague’s. But he had stopped pushing you to be with him. He wanted you to make that decision on your own. There were always looks from across the room, subtle and gentle touches here and there and one stolen kiss before you could react. It was almost maddening because you had become so used to him wanting you so desperately. And now you were the one wishing he would make some kind of move.

Ashton was distant. He texted now and then and he smiled when he saw you walk into the bakery once or twice, but the smile never reached his eyes. You wanted to fix it, you selfishly wanted him to kiss you again. But he only hugged you before walking you back out of the bakery with your bag of bread. When his uncle Pierre saw you, he smiled gently, and you were thankful that he didn’t seem to be bothered by the scene he witnessed in his kitchen.

You were honestly exhausted, mentally and physically. But you continued to push yourself, even practicing after hours when you couldn’t sleep. Which is where you found yourself now, in an empty studio with the lights turned down low and a soft song playing on your phone.

The black leggings you wore grabbed onto your curves you disliked so much, but you sat down on the floor and tied up your ballet slippers and began your stretching routine. You didn’t care how much your body protested, you got up and started doing the moves you needed to remember for the showcase. But no matter how many times you did them, your ankles didn’t want to be strong enough, and your feet didn’t want to cooperate.

You walk over to the mirror, ducking your head down and looking at the ground as your hands grab onto the balancing bar in front of you. It was still hard for you to really look at yourself in the mirror, because you just didn’t like who you saw. The girl in the mirror was selfish and indecisive. She played with people’s emotions to spare her own. You hated her.

“You’re going to over do it.” Luke’s voice says from the doorway behind you. You jump, and turn towards him, pressing your back against the glass of the mirror.

“I need to be perfect.” You sigh.

“The fact that you aren’t perfect is what makes you magical to watch.” He walks into the studio, closing the door behind him before he crosses the room towards you.

“I don’t want to make a fool of myself, Luke. I have three days to know this ballet forwards and backwards.” You place your foot up onto the bar and stretch your leg out, stretching your body towards your toes.

“I’ve been at every practice, Y/N. I know how good you are. Madame Durand actually approached me today and asked me if I thought you were even going to make it to the final showcase. You haven’t been eating or sleeping. This isn’t worth what you’re doing to yourself.” Luke’s voice is practically begging you.

“You gave me this part, Luke. And now you’re asking me not to do it?” You stop what you’re doing to turn towards him.

“What I’m saying, is you need to take care of yourself so you can fucking dance the part. You’ll end up passing out in the middle of it at this point.” His hand goes up into his messy curls, pushing them back.

“I’m fine, really. I can take care of myself.” You start to turn back to the balancing bar.

“For fucks sake, Y/N. Would you please just stop for five minutes?” He quickly walks over to you and grabs your hand and tries to pull you away from the balance bar. You harshly pull your hand away from him.

“You don’t get to touch me right now, Luke! Leave me alone!” Your voice is louder than you meant for it to be.

“I’ll pull you from the showcase.” He says threateningly.

“You wouldn’t.” You face him now, glaring.

“I would. I won’t watch you kill yourself over this.” He’s in your face, and you can’t decide if you want to hit or kiss him more.

“Why can’t you just be on my side? I need this. My entire future rides on this.” Your jaw is tight as you speak. So much anger is coursing through you.

“What if it didn’t have to? What if there was another option for you after you graduate?” His eyes are serious, but you have no idea what he means.

“This is it. This is what I want to do.” You try to explain.

“There’s always another option.” He breathes.

“No, not this time. Please let me get back to practice.” You move back to the balance bar.

He doesn’t let you take a position, instead he rushes towards you and grabs your arms, shoving them above your head and pinning you against the wall of mirrors. He doesn’t hurt you, its just enough to get your attention. His hips press against yours, holding you in place.

“I care about you. Do you understand that? I care about your wellbeing and your health. I care about your happiness and any other feeling you might have. Why can’t you let me do that?” Luke’s forehead presses against yours, his eyes closing as he talks.

“Because it’s my life, Luke. I know what I can handle.” Your voice shakes and your arms twitch to get out of his hold.

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N. When’s the last time you ate something? Anything?” One of his hands slides down to caress your cheek, the other hand still holding both your wrists above your head.

“I…I don’t know.” You bite your lip in embarrassment.

“Dammit, baby. You have to eat.” He releases your wrists, both of his large hands coming down to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up so you’ll look up at him.

“I’m sorry. I just got so caught up…I’m sorry.” You say the words softly, trying not to cry.

“Don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.” His thumbs gently rub under your eyes.

“Why aren’t you angry with me? I want to know…please.” You let your arms fall down from the wall and gently onto his shoulders.

“I am angry with you…It’s been hell watching you slowly kill yourself the past few weeks.” He kisses your cheek, just below your eye where a tear had started to fall.

“No, you know what I mean. Why aren’t you angry about Ashton? The Luke I first met all those months ago would have yelled and screamed at me.” You glide your hands up over his shoulders until they’re cupping each side of his neck. He shivers a little at your touch.

“That Luke was a mess. He didn’t know you yet.” His tongue slips through his lips to wet them slowly.

“What does new Luke want?” You whisper.

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Don’t you know that by now?” His eyebrows scrunch together in the most perfect way.

“I know.” Your fingers slide into his hair to bring his face closer to yours.

“But you have feelings for him too…” His shoulders slump a little while his hands fall to your hips.

“Yes.” You aren’t sure what else you should say.

“Then I suppose I need to make you forget about him.” He grips your lower back and pulls you completely against him.

“Luke…” You start to say before he cuts you off.

“Sshh. No more talking unless its to say my name.” He pecks yours lips a few times, testing the waters.

You immediately feel a fire start to burn in the pit of your stomach, slowly spreading throughout your entire body, leaving an unrelenting ache in it’s wake. You can feel it in every single one of your fingertips. The beat of your heart is so rapid you can’t imagine surviving what was about to happen.

You pull his lips onto yours fully, your shaky hands travelling down his chest until they reach the buttons of his shirt, where they freeze.

“Go ahead, I want you to.” Luke says, his lips never leaving yours. You lightly nip at his bottom lip a few times as you undo the very few buttons he had on his shirt. The sexiest groan leaves his mouth and vibrates against yours.

You kiss his lips once more before you take the time to move your eyes down to his body so you can completely drink him in. His skin is just the tiniest bit sun kissed, small patches of freckles popping against it just around his shoulders and neck. Shaky fingertips reach out to touch him, moving into every dip and line on his torso until they get to his shoulders where you bravely push away the fabric of his shirt so it falls to the ground.

Luke’s hands never left your hips as you touched him. He never let you get too far from him. You touched the muscles of his arms, the palms of your hands rubbing over them a few times. You could see him watching you from the corner of your eye, he was patient while you memorized his body.

“Can I?” He finally said, motioning towards your white cotton t-shirt as his fingers played with hem. You nodded, your eyes meeting his. “I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead reassuringly.

You lift your arms above your head as he pulls the material up and over your body until it slides off your arms. He takes the shirt and gently tosses it to the floor without taking his eyes off of you. You feel vulnerable and scared, but at the same time you feel comfortable. His pretty blue eyes drink you in, his fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of you neck, down your collarbone, and just over the top of the cup of your plain white bra.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He bends down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. While your lips and tongues dance, you reach behind your back to undo the clasps of your bra and let it slide off your arms.

His hands come back to your hips, lightly digging into the soft flesh and pulling you closer to him. Your bare chest rubs against his skin, making you moan quietly into his mouth. This only makes him kiss you deeper, his fingers slipping beneath the band of your leggings, slightly pushing them down your hips.

You want them off. You want everything off and you want everything off of him. There shouldn’t be anything between you right now. You start to nervously fumble with the button his tight black dress pants. When he notices, he pulls back from kissing you just slightly.

“Hey, look at me baby.” His fingers are under your chin, bringing your eyes back up to his. His lips are swollen and his eyes are full of want and lust. “We don’t have to go any further. You’re in charge here.”

You think about Ashton. How he had made you feel when you were in this exact situation. You liked how he made you feel. But you were too selfish to stop what you were doing with Luke. You craved him too.

“I’m okay.” You take his hand from where it holds your chin, kissing his wrist before moving it down to rest it over your hard beating heart. “I promise, I’m okay.”

The way he’s looking at you makes your heart hurt. He continues to hold his hand just over your heart where he can feel it thrumming against the walls of your chest. His other comes up to move some hair away from your face in the most gentle way.

“I think about you every minute of every day. I see your face even after I close my eyes at night.” Luke says as he unexpectedly grabs you just beneath your thighs, lifting you onto his hips. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. “You’re consuming me.” He leans his head down to place a kiss in the middle of your chest.

You don’t have to say anything then, he walks you over to the wall of mirrors so he can press your back against it, holding you there so your face is above his. Your damp skin squeaks against the glass as he moves you to position your body back on his hips. Your legs wrap around him tightly, digging into the small of his back to get him closer to you.

For the first time, you feel him. His hard length beneath those thin dress pants presses against your aching core. Your mouth falls open in a desperate moan and he captures it with a sloppy kiss to your lips. He continues to move his hips just enough that it rubs you perfectly. You’re almost positive that he could get you off just like this.

You’re determined to get his pants off of his body, so you begin your work of his button and zipper again. You were able to undo it easily this time, your hands only fumbling after it was open to push the fabric down his hips. He didn’t protest, only carefully stepped out of them and pressed his body right back against yours. He kissed you softly as your body moved up and down the glass on his hips. It was absolutely maddening not to have him inside you.

“Luke…I need you.” You say between sweet kisses.

Something flips inside him when you say those words. He holds your gaze while his fingers slip beneath your leggings and just as quickly into the flimsy material of your lace underwear. He’s careful, only just slightly rubbing the tips of his fingers over your dripping wet slit. You bite your lips and let your head lay back against the glass.

“Please look at me, baby.” He says, lust laced in every word. So you slip your hands into his hair and meet his eyes again.

The rough pads on his pointer and middle fingers break the surface, delving into the wetness and circling your clit slowly. You can no longer control your moans. They are loud and unfamiliar as he continues to work you. He slides them back gently pushing them up inside you. You’re completely in euphoria. It doesn’t take long for his magic fingers to get you right where you want to be. Just when you’re about to have your first real orgasm, he stops and pulls his fingers from you.

“Luke!” You whine, pulling at the curls on his head. He gently laughs.

“Impatient are we?” He smirks.

“Very.”

Luke moves your body from the wall and walks you towards the pile of large gym mats in the corner of the room. The huge mats are normally used when younger students are first learning their steps, for a softer surface.  He sets you down before dropping to his knees between your legs.

“Lay back for me?” He asks, hands resting on top of your thighs.

You hold his face in your hands first, taking in how utterly beautiful he is. You lean forward and kiss his forehead, down to the tip of his nose and then his sweet lips. You don’t know when it happened, but you loved him. But if you were being honest with yourself, you loved Ashton too. So who the hell were you going to choose?

“Do you want to stop?” Luke says, bringing you out of your foggy thoughts.

“No. I’m fine.” You smile and pull him close so you can kiss him again.

You knew you weren’t being fair. You shouldn’t be doing this with Luke when thoughts of Ashton are swimming in the back of your mind. Was it possible to just tear your heart in two? Give them each a part of it so that you never had to choose? That seemed like the only way that you would never hurt either one of them. They both made you happy. They both made you so incredibly angry. They both had things about them that you loved unconditionally. But you had to choose, you couldn’t dance around the fact that you most definitely had to choose who you wanted to give your whole heart to.

The rough pads of Luke’s fingers skim up your legging covered legs until he reaches the band, where he starts to pull them down over your hips. You lift up so that he can pull them all the way down your legs. He holds one of your ankles in his hand, resting it near his shoulder as he begins a heated path of wet kisses up the inside of your calf.

“Luke…I don’t want to wait anymore.” You breathe. You just wanted him completely before you changed your mind.

“You’re sure?” He kisses the inside of your thigh a few times, gently sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there.

“Yes.” Your voice is as sure as it could be. He hums against your thigh, kissing at your hip and then over the top of your underwear. You almost combust right there.

“I would do absolutely…” More kisses to your stomach as he hooks his pointer fingers into the band of your underwear “…anything that you asked me to.” His tongue darts out to flick over your nipple as he passes over it. Your hips lift up off the mat searching for friction.

He climbs the rest of the way up and over your body, his white boxer briefs still clinging to him. You use the heels of your feet to quickly help push them off of him. You watch as his cock springs to life as the material is kicked away. You bite your lip and reach out your hand to take him in it. His forehead rests against yours as you slowly wrap your hand around him and move it up, then down. The skin his soft and he feels hot and heavy in your hand.

“Do you like this?” You whisper into his ear, nipping at his earlobe in the process.

“Don’t tease me, baby. M’ way too close already.” He knees further up, pushing your legs apart so he can situate himself between them.

“Please. I want you.” You wrap your legs around his hips, begging him to be inside you.

“Will I…hurt you?” He asks nervously.

“I’m not a virgin, Luke. But…it’s been awhile.” You touch his cheek reassuringly. “I want this.”

“I’ll go slow, okay?” He pecks your lips. You can feel him grab his length in his hand, sliding the head up and down your soaking core. You nod, pushing your hips forward, trying to get him inside you. He smiles, positioning himself so that he can push in just the slightest bit, then bringing his arm up so his elbows rest on either side of your head.

Luke is gentle, watching your face for any sign of pain as he moves his hips and sheathes himself the rest of the way inside you. It doesn’t hurt much, mostly pleasure. There’s only a bit of stinging the first few times he pumps his hips slowly back and forth. Your head falls back, your mouth completely open, moans rushing out like waterfalls.

“Luke, I need you to go faster.” You wrap your hands around his back, lightly digging your nails into the skin, coaxing him to give you more. He groans deeply, burying his face in your neck as he picks up his pace.

The pace continued to get faster and the slightest bit harder. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and told you how good you felt around him.

“Fuck…I swear you were made for me.” He gently pushes one of your knees up towards your chest so he can reach deeper. You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head and your nails dig deeper into the skin of his freckled back. He was hitting a spot you had no idea existed and you never wanted him to stop.

“I think I’m close…so close.” Its almost a scream as it leaves your lips. His hips move faster, rocking your whole body with the movements. Luke moans in your ear as he feels your tighten around him, bringing him close to his release as well.

“Will you cum with me baby?” He gets up in his knees, plunging deep inside you and holding himself there, only slightly rotating his hips. It is a feeling you’ve never felt and it pushes you exactly where he wants you. “That’s it, let go for me.”

And you do, you let that euphoric feeling wash over you, your mind completely taken over by how good you felt. The only other feeling was the feeling of the beautiful man above you releasing himself inside you, and his body going limp and pressing you down into the mat.

You kiss his sweaty shoulder and wrap yourself around him tighter. He didn’t move for a few minutes, the only sounds were all your tangled breathing. You let this moment sink in, so that you would always remember it. You didn’t know how much longer Luke would put up with your indecisiveness and this might be the last time you get to have him this way. And this is how you wanted to remember him. He was vulnerable and sweet beneath the façade he put up for everyone else. He was loving and gentle and his heart was good. You didn’t deserve him.

The next few minutes consisted of Luke helping you clean yourself up and getting dressed again in a lustful haze. He kissed the skin of your shoulder as you slipped on your sweater and made sure to kiss your lips every chance that he got. It made you smile more than you deserved.

He drug you to the schools kitchen and made you eat a sandwich. There was no going to bed unless you ate something. You hated to admit how right he was sometimes.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” He asked as you reached your dorm room door.

“Seems a little risky, doesn’t it?” You press your back to the door and slump your shoulders.

“Nothing says I can’t make sure my students are eating. I’ll take you somewhere.” He leans down and tries to catch your eyes so you’ll look at him.

“Alright, breakfast nazi. I’ll go with you.” You smile and so does he.

“You don’t regret it already, do you?” He asks.

“No. Never. I don’t know exactly whats going to happen, but I would never take what we just did back.” You stand up on your tip toes to reach his waiting lips.

He deepens the kiss quickly, and you dont like how final it feels. Like he’s trying to get just one last kiss in. But if it was the last time you kissed him, it would be one you never forgot.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Luke kisses your forehead one last time and quickly turns to walk away. You didn’t have a chance to say anything else, but maybe he didn’t want you to.

You’ll never understand how such a thing happened to you. How you got wrapped up in the web of this love triangle. But you were stuck in it with no real direction or ending that made sense, because both of them made sense.

You needed to choose. And you needed to do it before anyone else got hurt.

[kutemouse]

Becoming His (Part Two, Smut Version)

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. 

Alright all you kuties, I know a lot of you have been waiting for this since… what has it been, 31, almost 32 hours since I’ve posted part one? Dang, it feels like longer lol. Time is weird in this isolation period.

Anyways, I know the original request asked for fluff only BUT (and I am so sorry 😟) I included a smut scene. The story called for it, and my fingers were typing, and it just happened. However, I have also written a smut-free version due to the fact that I know there are kuties who are fasting at this time who read my work. I posted that here. You can also find it on my MasterList.

Shoutouts to these sweet kuties:

@kpopyandere ​for being the best unnie account to encourage and motivate me ever, the biggest thank you 💜

@apurpledheart ​for your lovely comments, thank you 💜

@rowoons-noona ​for your sweet comment, thank you 💜

@illnevertrustmyselfagain ​for loving my writing and supporting me, thank you 💜

@clarkcling ​for being my second ever requester, and the first to reach out to me and tell me how much they like my work, thank you 💜

@kutieanon (anyone who’s sent me anything anonymously) for keeping me busy with requests and inspiring the hell outta me, thank you 💜

And so, without further ado, I present you with Part Two. Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (I mean it! There is explicit SMUT in this part!)

Warnings: Swears, full-out smutty masturbation scene (so sorry again), SOMEONE coming in and being a total ASS, Joon being possessive af.

Word Count: 2,718

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut) Part Two

You didn’t see Namjoon after that day. You were hoping to catch him jogging, or shooting baskets in his backyard again, but he didn’t come outside. Or, if he did, he didn’t during the times you were out and about. You were hoping to apologize, at least. He didn’t have to give you another shot, but at night when your fantasies seemed more vivid, you imagined he was as eager as you were to smooth things over with a quick conversation and a long fuck.

Namjoon, however, saw you. He watched from partially closed blinds as you went about your routine, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you completely blew him off. Each night, he waited until you turned off your lights for the night, watching the clock slowly tick until exactly twenty minutes went by, then slipped outside. He quietly climbed the fence between your yards and sat beneath your window, trying to get as close to you as possible.

Namjoon wanted to make things right, he just couldn’t concoct a scenario that wouldn’t come off badly to you. After all, you already rejected him. What could he do to make you love him the way he loved you? He couldn’t force you… or could he? While he toyed with that idea, the best Namjoon could currently hope for was that you would coincidentally bump into him, realize what you were missing out on, and come back to him.

One night, you cracked your window to try and relieve some of the oppressing summer heat swarming your home before you went to bed. As soon as you closed your eyes, you imagined Namjoon, his upper half naked once more as you finally caught him jogging. “Hey!” you would say, waving at him from your front yard, your robe falling open to reveal your lace nightie.

He’d stop in front of you with that trademark smirk showing off his dimples, panting heavily, sweat running down his muscular back, and you’d both finally give in to your desires. Lips would crash together, and clothes would come off before you could even slam your front door behind you. You both were so eager to feel the other, you wouldn’t even be able to make it to the bedroom.

“Namjoon!” you gasped, sliding your fingers inside of yourself, imagining it was his cock instead.

Back in reality, Namjoon perked up when he heard you moaning his name. He didn’t realize your window was open, and at first it made him freeze with fear. Had you possibly heard him sneak into your backyard? But then, as you let out another moan, he felt his muscles relax as your voice completely consumed him. Almost unconsciously, Namjoon slid his hands underneath his athletic shorts, cupping himself. It was all he could do to not answer your moans with a groan of his own.

Your voice got louder and louder as you pleasured yourself, completely forgetting your window was open, and Namjoon pumped himself faster and faster, wanting to release at the same time you did. With a semi-muffled whiny scream, you cried out his name once more. “Oh god, oh god, Namjooooon!”

The real Namjoon silently dropped his mouth open, shakily panting as cum spurted out onto his hand. He made a huge mess in his shorts, but he didn’t care. Just hearing your sweet voice calling out his name made him hard. He just wished he was actually in your bedroom with you, actually stuffing you full with his thick cock, actually feeling you clench around him as you screamed his name. It was all he could do not to go around to the front of your house and knock on your door. But it was the middle of the night, and you weren’t supposed to know he was there.

Still, Namjoon needed a plan, and fast. Not being able to be near you was becoming too much to bear. The next day, as he lounged on his couch staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with some way to get you to talk to him again. He could follow you to the grocery store, bump into you there? No, too obvious. He also didn’t want to try something he already tried, knowing he’d just come off as pathetic.

A knock on his door made him sit up straight. Who could that be? He opened the door to see you there, of all people. “Hey,” you said, giving him a tentative smile.

“Hey.”

“I just came to give you this,” you said, handing him a piece of paper. It was a flyer for… a neighborhood party? At your place?

“I just wanted to get to know everyone on the block,” you explained. It was lame, you knew that, but you needed an excuse to see him and talk to him and this was the best you could come up with. You figured a party with other people around would ease some of the pressure, and maybe you would find a chance to apologize.

Namjoon smiled, showing off his signature dimples and making your stomach flip over itself. “Wow, this sounds great, Y/n.”

Ugh, you loved the way he said your name. If you could take a recording of just that sound, you’d listen to it for the rest of your life.

“Great, so I’ll see you there?” you said hopefully.

His dark eyes bore into you with a gaze so intense you just had to glance away. “Of course you will,” he said. The words dripped from his lips like honey, and although they had no sensual connotation whatsoever, they awoke something in your middle that went straight to your core.  Namjoon bit his lip, slowly releasing it from between his teeth, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure even as your panties grew damp.

“Awesome, well, I’ll see you Friday,” you muttered before turning away and stumbling across his lawn back to your safe haven.

Namjoon’s smirk didn’t diminish even after you ran away once more. This time, though, he knew you weren’t running because you were rejecting him… you were running because you were holding yourself back. Namjoon had no idea why, but he didn’t care. He would break you.

Friday arrived, and you made yourself stay busy in order to keep your thoughts away from Namjoon. It worked for a while, but then he began drifting into your mind as you started getting ready and setting up. Would he like the catered sandwiches you ordered? Would he appreciate the short-yet-sensible polka-dot dress you spent hours shopping for?

Finally, 5:30 arrived, and the first set of neighbors showed up. It was the elderly couple who lived around the corner. You welcomed them in and thought it was so sweet when they told you they brought a salad to share.

You whipped open the door each time the doorbell rang, your hopes soaring then falling when you realized it wasn’t him. The family with three little ones came, the young just-married couple came, and even the three rowdy college boys who lived behind you came. Free food could really draw in a crowd, but still, he didn’t show up.

An hour later, you nearly gave up on the thought of seeing him. You guessed you imagined the electric attraction between the two of you. Either way, you were majorly disappointed. You were setting dishes in the sink when you heard a voice behind you. “Hey there.”

You spun, nearly dropping the glass you were holding. “Namjoon!” you gasped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he chuckled, holding his hands up. “I knew you’d probably be busy and just let myself in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

It definitely was if he was walking around looking like that. He sported a light blue collared shirt, casually unbuttoned low enough to show off some chest, and dark trousers. He looked like he just got back from the office, pulled off his tie, and came over. Your fingers twitched, wishing it was you who pulled off that tie.

He stepped towards you, getting so close you could smell his cologne. It was so light, you wouldn’t know he was wearing it unless you were in tight proximity… just like now. You cleared your throat and moved away, but he moved with you as if chasing you. “Y/n,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Y-Yes Namjoon?”

You backed up all the way to the counter, gasping as you felt the edge of it press into your skin. Just then, your neighbor Sunhee, the mother of the three kids currently screaming and running around your backyard, popped her head into the kitchen. “Oh, hello Mr. Kim,” she said brightly. “Y/n, I was just coming in here to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that would be great, thanks.”

The rest of the party went without a hitch, and you found yourself bright and cheery as you talked with and got to know your new neighbors. Everyone was so damn nice, but secretly, you were anticipating the moment they would all leave you alone with the one person you actually wanted to be with. As the evening wore on, people began to make their good-byes, thanking you for such a great time. “We really need to do this more often,” Sunhee said, hugging you tight. “It’s so good to see everyone.”

“Agreed,” you said, hugging her back.

Over her shoulder, you saw a familiar figure open and close your door, and your heart completely stopped. He brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes and looked around, smirking when his eyes finally found yours. Your legs turned to jelly as that smirk crashed into you. Damn. Even after all this time, he still affected you, no matter how much you tried to shove it down.

You thanked Sunhee for coming one last time and made sure everyone else was out before stopping that asshole in his tracks. “What are you doing here, Jungkook?” you muttered, placing a hand on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked, poking his tongue between his teeth and quickly withdrawing it. “I came to see you.”

“Yeah, right,” you snapped. “You have no right, coming in here like you own the place.”

“I might not own this place, but I own you,” he said, his cocky tone setting your teeth on edge.

“No you don’t.”

He stepped close, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure about that?”

You shoved him backwards. “Get out.”

The corners of his perfect, pink mouth turned up in a menacing smirk. “No.”

“I thought I made myself clear,” you hissed. “I’m no longer going to be your fuck-buddy, Jungkook. I wanted something more, but you made it clear you didn’t.”

“I don’t recall saying anything of the sort.”

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to use words. Finding you in bed with another girl the day after you told me you had feelings for me was plenty.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Please. We weren’t exclusive.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t just go and fuck another girl right after telling another you care for them!”

“Everything okay, Y/n?” a voice asked. You turned to see Namjoon standing there, his chin raised as he defiantly stared Jungkook down, large hands shoved in his pockets.

Jungkook scoffed. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? Look at you, the complete hypocrite. We’re apart for less than a month, and you already have another boy toy.”

“He’s nothing of the sort,” you muttered, folding your arms and turning away from him. “I said I didn’t want you here. Now please leave.”

“No chance in hell,” he growled. “I came back here to see you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

Something inside of you snapped. “Which is what?! Another booty call?! I said I was done with you, Jungkook, so either get the fuck out or I’ll call the police.”

Jungkook started towards you, but before you could react, Namjoon stepped in front of him. “She said leave,” he said. His eyes flashed with a dark anger that turned the tension from smoldering ash up to a roaring flame. You took a step back, suddenly afraid. You had never seen this side of him before.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Jungkook snarled, attempting to push Namjoon out of the way.

“Actually, it does,” Namjoon growled. “She’s mine.”

“She just said–”

“And I’m saying she’s mine.”

Rage roiled off Namjoon in tidal waves, threatening to break everything that stood in his way. Jungkook snorted. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

“Call me when you’re ready to be fucked properly again, bitch,” he spat at you as he turned and walked out the door.

Your legs gave out underneath you, and you sank to the floor. This was definitely not how you wanted tonight to go. Namjoon instantly came to you, concern written all over his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, gently reaching out.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped. “What the hell was that? Why did you say I was yours?”

Namjoon drew back, shocked. “What?”

“That phrase you kept saying. ‘She’s mine.’ Why would you say that?”

“Well, because… because…”

“Because what?!”

“Because I care about you, Y/n!”

You stared at Namjoon, searching for any signs of untruthfulness or deceit that you had commonly found in Jungkook’s eyes, but there was nothing but pure sincerity in his eyes. Breathing hard, you stood up from the floor, still trembling from the confrontation. Namjoon reached out to help you, but withdrew his hands quickly.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, your tone more gentle now.

You tentatively placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the collar of his shirt. “I… I care about you too,” you whispered.

Relief flooded through Namjoon, putting out the roaring fire of anger he felt earlier. He stepped close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne again, enticing the rest of your senses to dive in. He was only centimeters away, close enough to feel the heat radiating between his body and yours, but not close enough to feel the hard, broad muscles of his shoulders. You looked up into his eyes, his pupils blowing wide as you studied each other, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After longing after each other for so long, you thought he wouldn’t wait a single second to be with you, but it turns out you were both vulnerable, both afraid of messing this up, so you took it slow. Each small movement drew you closer together, no matter how minute. The way his eyes roamed your face. The way you slowly slid your hands up to rest on his shoulders. The way his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours.

Finally, as if on cue, you both lunged towards each other, crashing your lips together to meld into one, perfect kiss. It stayed sweet and innocent for longer than you would’ve liked, with Namjoon being careful to keep his tongue inside his own mouth no matter how much he was yearning to taste you. You separated from each other, both breathless, and Namjoon continued peppering kisses down your cheek to your jaw. You sighed and tightened your grip on him. “Say you’re mine,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes. “Wh-What?”

“Say you’ll be mine.” He drew back and smiled, nothing but sincere tenderness in his eyes.

“Are… Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you whispered.

He hesitated, then nodded. Your mouth parted open. No, this was too quick. Much too fast. You barely knew the guy, hadn’t even been on a date with him yet, and yet here he was, asking for the commitment you’d been craving.

His gaze grew apprehensive as he waited for your answer, but you continued looking into those dark, beautiful eyes. He felt so warm on top of you. You liked him, there was no doubt about that, and the spark of attraction was definitely there. Fuck it, what did you have to lose? You wanted to become his.

“Okay,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Okay. Yes. I’ll be yours.”

Namjoon let out a relieved sigh. “Really?”

“Really.”

If only you knew just what you had agreed to.

[dearwriterciera]

CALM Writing

I’ve decided to hopefully help get my writing going I would challenge myself a little. I love Five Seconds of Summer along with Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid a lot so I figured that since I’m ALL about listening to that album on repeat now I would use it as a writing challenge. I wanted to write small little Spencer imagines using every song from the album. I won’t be able to post every day but if I get writer’s block or need motivation I plan to use this for stories. Some will be smutty and some will be fluffy. (Bold will be smut).  

Everytime I write one I’ll link it next to the name and if you have any request for whichever one you want next just let me know! 

1. Red Desert 

2. No Shame

3. Old Me 

4. Easier

5. Teeth

6. Wildflower

7. Best Years

8. Not in the Same Way

9. Lover of Mine

10. Thin White Lies

11. Lonely Heart

12. High

[misssunflowersandsangria]

This is my Idea

Chapter 6:  Shift 

Hello my lovely deers!  Happy 6th day of @shikatemaweek can’t believe that it’s over!  :(  Let’s have this week last the rest of the year, I think we all need it!  So I tried to make any of today’s prompt works but meh, it’s okay lol 

This is the final chapter.  I have links to the previous chapters listed below in case you missed one of them:

Chapter 1: Trust

Chapter 2:  Marriage

Chapter 3:  Anniversary

Chapter 4: House Exchange

Chapter 5: Beach

Prompt:  Shapeshifting (but not really)

Ages:

Shika:  20

Temari:  22

Summary:  A shift 

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This Summer together was special.  It was the Nara clan's annual celebration that they typically held once in a decade.  Shikamaru had told Temari before coming that the festival was happening that year, and she looked forward to the event.  She donned one of her best yukatas, a deep purple with embroidered gold flowers and fans, an elaborate hair ornament crowning her head.  She wanted to look her best, now it seemed even more important.  This was something of their first introduction to the clan as a couple.  She hoped that they would all approve.  They had been tucked away at his house for a few days just together in their own little world.  But the village and the clan couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Ready to go Shikamaru?”

Temari walked out to the living room finding the Nara family standing there.  “Oh, Yoshino, Shikaku, hello.”

Yoshino’s eyes shot wide open.  “I knew it!  How dare you hide that Temari is here! How did you not know?”  She demanded an answer from her husband.  

“In my defense, I’ve been really busy with planning the festival.”  Shikaku tried to defend himself. 

“Hush, no excuses. Oh, Temari you look, beautiful sweet girl.”  That soft tone changed when she turned to her son.  

“This whole time you kept telling me that she wouldn’t be here in time for the festival.  I almost went to Suna to ask her myself.”

“I apologize, Yoshino, I wanted to come earlier and just have some time before having to get to work.  I had always intended to come and assumed that would have been how you would have found out.”  Temari came to his defense.  

“See mom, not my fault.”  Yoshino glared at him but accepted the explanation.  

“Fine.  Is there anything else I should know?”  She asked with a grin at how her son had gravitated to Temari’s side.

Shikamaru rubbed a hand across his tired eyes.  “Ugh, what a drag.  We’re together okay, you were right.”

“Yes!  I knew it!  Oh Shikaku, the grandbabies are going to be adorable!”

“Mom!”

“I can just see it now, a whole bunch of them just running around.”

“Mom!”  Yoshino was no longer listening. Instead, she was floating away on her cloud dreaming of being a doting grandmother. 

“Anyways let’s go, my dear.  We will see you kids at the festival.”  

They just stared as she continued to imagine a future filled with weddings and grandchildren.  

“I’m sorry about that.”  He should have known that she was going to barrel her way into his house.  He’d made up every excuse not to help with the clan’s celebration and to avoid seeing her.  He knew that once it was known that Temari was staying with him she would have become completely involved.  

“No, it’s okay.  She was bound to find out anyway.  I’m surprised that we kept it a secret even just a few days.

He took her hand with a grin. “Still love me?”

Her lips met his before responding.  “Always.”

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The evening was warm with clear starry skies. The clans’ forest was transformed with various activities, games, food, and drink stands.  Nara clan banners heralding their strength and pride. 

They watched while Shikaku delivered the opening address and Temari felt pretty proud that one day she’d really be a Nara.  

All the clan members that they passed by looked at them with interested and knowing eyes.  Shikamaru held her proudly while in the presence of his family and friends.  

“Well, it seems like everyone knows.”

He grinned placing a soft kiss on her hand.  “Come on Tem, they knew years ago.  We needed to catch up.”  

“You’re probably right.”

After playing various games and eating delicious food they stopped by a coffee stand. It was run by one of his Aunts that was all too excited and happy to see the couple there together. 

They sat together watching everyone enjoy the festivities.  The love and camaraderie shared by all the people present.  Her eyes were drawn to the families.  Parents chasing around small children. 

“So where do we go from here?”

He looked at her confused.  “What do you mean?”

“I’ll only be here for a few more weeks.  What happens when I go back to Suna?”

He paused a thoughtful look crossing his face.  “It will be hard for sure but whether you’re here or there, I want us.  I’m going to go back with you to Suna at the end of Summer.  We are going to tell your mom and brothers about us.  Then I’m going to tell the Council that they can fuck right off with this suitor bullshit.  We’ll make it work Tem.”

“How can you be so sure?”  He kissed away the uncertain look on her face.  

“Because we are both difficult and stubborn people.  If we want to be together, nothing is going to stop us.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his reasoning, maybe it was as simple as that.  “I do want to be with you.”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that.”  He teased her with a smile.

“We’ve come a long way from me running away from you.  Although that could be fun…”  Her eyes sparkled with mischief.  

“Temari?  No, you’re not seriously thinking about-”  She cut off his thoughts with a deep kiss.  Her lips were warm and he could taste the coffee on her tongue.  Her hand traveled under his yukata to rub against his chest reminding him of their earlier activities. 

“Tem…”

“Come catch me.”  She grinned and before he could react she was off and running.  He watched her for a second and smiled remembering how their story began.  He broke out into a run ready to chase new adventures. 

Flashforward

It was a warm Summer day when they made their way to the Nara forest.  Temari held Shikamaru’s hand tightly while she fell into the beauty and serenity of it all.  She requested to go to the anniversary grove even though the cherry blossom trees weren’t in their full bloom. She still loved the bright green canopy that hung above them. 

He walked them past their familiar spot and up a small slope.  It was such a picture-perfect day that had nothing to do with the weather, but more about the company.  Having a long-distance relationship for the last few years was difficult but they would do anything to be together. 

Shikamaru held her closely. Having her back here gave him a sense of completion that he was missing.  She always took a part of his heart with her when she was gone.  “Today is a special day.”  

 She gazed up at him confused.  “And why is that?”

He kissed her softly, a warm hand cradling her face.  “Well today, ten years ago I got assigned to escort around a bratty Princess.  At the time it felt like a death sentence. What I didn’t know then was that it was going to change my life in the best way possible.”

She grinned floored that he knew the exact date.  “I hated you so much.”

“Right back at you.”  He winked before drawing her into a kiss.  

“Here.”  Surprising her he handed her a potted tree. 

“What is this?”

“An anniversary tree.  We’re going to add it to your other ones.”  Tears immediately appeared in her eyes.  He shifted her and she saw a small plot of land planted with tiny trees.

“These are your trees. There’s nine there now, when we add this one there will be 10.  One for each year that I’ve loved you.”  He kissed away the small tears that fell feeling slightly overwhelmed himself.

“We do need to figure something out.”  She looked up at him waiting for him to continue.  

“In the future, do we plant another tree on this same date or on our wedding anniversary?”

She reached a hand to cover her mouth.  “What?”  She just stared as he got on one knee in front of her.

“Princess Temari, I’ve loved you for most of my life.  I fell in love with you before I even knew what that meant.  You’re demanding and headstrong.  I’m lazy and complain a lot but you make me a better person.  I just want to make you as happy as you’ve made me.  I love you, will you marry me?”

She fell to her knees in front of him to pull him into a kiss with tears running down her cheeks.  

“When I was younger my mom would tell me bedtime stories about how one day a handsome and charming prince would sweep me off my feet.  Then we would live happily ever after.  Who knew that it would be a pineapple head ninja, that cries and smokes too much.  I love you so much Shikamaru.  I can’t wait to marry you.” 

They held onto one another a lifetime of memories and dreams of the future running through them.  This was their idea of love.

The End 

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So ‘shapeshifting’ in the sense that their relationship has shifted hahaha I tried!  This is technically the end of this story.  I really hope that you all liked it!  I had alot of fun writing it.  Thank you for all your love and support!   I appreciate everyone being so kind.  

A million thank yous to everyone who made this week so fantastic!  

So...I do have another chapter...a director cut if you will lol.  It’s smutty so I’m not attaching it to this story.  I will post it as a separate story, rating, tags, and all.  I can’t post it here because of the content but I will post a link to AO3. So check it out if you’d like :D

Love you my sweet deers! Thank you for celebrating this week with me!