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in your head, on your mind // Jordan Li x Reader, Part 1

i know i haven't posted in like a year, and this is a huge shift from my usual writing, but i cannot express how jordan li has captured my heart and soul. this is definitely going to be a good number of parts, and will also definitely have some smut in there.

word count: 1912

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The Lamplighter School of Crimefighting is your home away from home on the GodU campus. Being Professor Caldwin’s TA is almost a full-time job, and in addition to classes and training and homework, most days you are in Caldwin’s office more than your own dorm room. Not that you mind, really. It’s the sort of job that will really set you up later in life - Caldwin knows everyone - and anything is better than listening to your roommate try and go viral on TikTok for the 30,000th time. And Caldwin’s a nice guy, in his own way.

“L/N.” The gruff call from his actual office resounds over the little foyer your desk sits in. 

Scooting back from your seat, you get up and walk the few steps between your desk and the doorway, hovering at the frame. “Professor?”

Caldwin sits at his own desk - a big, antique wooden thing that’s probably older than anything else in this building - hunched over in front of a desktop computer that’s far too sleek looking for the desk it sits on. Frustration radiates out from him like rays of the sun. Stupid fucking computer… swear they make these things difficult for people my age on purpose… snippets of his thoughts play in your mind without prompting - your superpower passively picking up his most prominent feelings. Of course, if you wanted, you could really focus and read his mind fully (even talk to him telepathically), but that was a boundary you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cross. He is your professor - and boss - after all. 

Peering over the top of his glasses, Caldwin blinks at you, gathering a stack of papers to his left. “Bring these over to Brink, will you? If he’s busy you can just leave them with his TA, it’s nothing classified.”

You step into his Caldwin’s office fully, and take the stack of papers from him. It’s a hefty thing, so you tuck it under your arm. “Will do.”

“And while you’re out and about, get me another cup of coffee from the staff room. Two sugars-”

“Two sugars, two pumps of hazelnut, one splash of cream.” You say, already heading out the door. You’ve had his coffee order down since he hired you at the beginning of your sophomore year. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Gonna take a hammer to this stupid fucking-

His thoughts cut off abruptly as you walk out of range, heading into the halls of the Crimefighting building. Students fill the space, coming and going from classes, sitting in the chairs near the floor to ceiling windows busy on their laptops, loitering around as they chat with their friends. You purposefully focus on your own goal - Brink’s office, and then the staff break room to make Caldwin another coffee - to force the cacophony of thoughts down. The audible chatter, in addition to the telepathic noise, would have been enough to make you scream a few years ago, but classes at GodU have lived up to your expectations - they’re hard, but worth it, to get your power under control.

Brink’s office is across the building from Caldwin’s, a more luxurious room with lots of natural light and a good view of the campus green. You’d only really ever been in there on Caldwin’s instructions - Brink had only been your professor once, your freshman year, and you’d been too scared of his reputation to actually go to his office hours. Still, it was easy to find, and when you tried the door, it was open. 

The foyer of Brink’s office is much larger than the space in Caldwin’s and you find yourself a little jealous - it would be nice to sit at a desk here. You look first to the doors leading into his actual office, and find them closed. You turn to the figure sitting at the desk, and ask, “Is Brink busy right now? I have papers from Caldwin for him.”

The girl at the desk - pretty, with stark black hair that just reached her jaw and big brown doe eyes - just stares at you for a moment before responding. “Yeah, he’s on a call, actually.” Her voice is smooth, a little deep, and not what you expected at all. 

“Oh, alright, I can just-” You start, only to be interrupted by a wave of lust.

Goddamn. Smash. The things I wouldn’t do to get between those legs… wow. Those legs. How have I not run into YOU before? I mean really, surely I would have noticed the hottest person alive on campus - especially here, in my goddamn department. Fuck. 

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that. You balk. “Um. Sorry. Yeah, it’s not anything classified so Caldwin said I could just leave it with you,” You untuck the stack from under your arm and pass it towards Brink’s TA. Her fingers brush over yours as she takes it, and for a split second, you can feel just how much you were affecting her - the wave of horniness hit you like a bus. The feeling lingers as you take your hand away, and you’re unable to tell if it’s leftover from her or your own reaction. Maybe a bit of both. 

She sets the papers down on her desk beside her without looking, too busy smiling at you. “I’m Jordan, by the way.” She says. “I take it your Caldwin’s TA?”

“Yeah.” You say. “Y/N.”

Y/N. That’s a nice name. Very screamable. 

You fight the urge to do anything but smile. Just looking at her, you would have never guessed such wanton thoughts would come from such a tiny girl, but never judge a book by its cover, right?

“Nice to meet you Jordan.” You continue, careful to keep your voice steady, even. Casual. Not like you can hear every piece of want cross her mind. 

I bet you’d sound good screaming my name. I need to stop - I don’t even know you. I need to get laid, my god. Down tremendous and I JUST learned your name. 

The image of you and Jordan together - tangled up in unfamiliar bedsheets, Jordan’s mouth latched onto your neck as you moaned in pleasure - crosses Jordan’s mind, and yours by extent. For, as she said, having just met you, it was a surprisingly good imaginary version of yourself. Though, she is looking right at you. It would be hard to get any details wrong when you were standing right there. 

Would you let me? Maybe if I was in the other form-

Before you had time to wonder what that meant, she’s changing before your eyes, rearranging skin and bone until an entirely different person is sitting at the desk. A man - taller, broader, but just as pretty and with the same big brown eyes. Your surprise must have shown on your face, because Jordan laughs, a smile stretching across their face. 

“Sorry.” They say, leaning forward to rest their elbows against the desk. “It’s just that I have two faces, so I didn’t want you to get confused if some random dude was waving at you cause I forgot you only met me as a girl.”

“That’s a pretty cool power.” You say, and then, with your mind, “And a pretty good reason to show it off. I mean, for something you came up with on the fly anyway.”

You watch their eyes widen as they realize that you’re in their head, and then their cheeks flush red as they remember what they were thinking about not moments before. “So you’ve just been hearing-?”

“Yeah.” You say..

“I am so sorry-” They start, shifting back into their female form. 

“No, it’s okay.” You say, a laugh on the edge of your lips. “I promise it’s fine, I mean, you didn’t know I was listening in and it’s your thoughts you can’t like, help it. And it’s not the first time-”

I bet, looking like that. Fuck. Pretend I didn’t think that. I’m sorry. Jordan buries their head in their hands with a groan. “Sorry.”

You let out a full laugh at that. “It’s okay, I promise. Please don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s fine. It’s flattering, if anything. I mean, you’re pretty good looking yourself. Not that you’re only hot, I mean - I’m sure you’re nice too.” You pause. “That came out a little wrong.”

Jordan smiles. “It’s okay. I mean, you basically get a free pass to do whatever you want to be since I’ve been…” They trail off. In their mind, …objectifying you. I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me anyway, but… fuck. Sorry.

You smile again. “It’s okay. Promise.” You lean forward across the desk a little, getting closer without getting too close - you have just met after all. The smell of smokey cologne fills your nose, and causes more butterflies to swirl in your stomach. They really are hot. “You wanna know a secret?”

Jordan leans in too. “Sure.”

“Most guys, when they figure out that I can hear them lusting after me, aren't even apologetic.” You say. “So it’s sweet that you are. Charming, even.” It’s true - which is why you don’t usually bother playing into people’s lustful thoughts, but Jordan… 

Okay. Okay, it’s not a big deal, it’s fine. “Would you want to hang out?” Jordan says, a little rushed, like they’d been waiting for an opportunity. “Sometime? We could train, or something…” Please say yes. You don’t have to say yes. I really want you to though.

You think about it for a moment. You don't usually say yes to these kinds of questions, especially after hearing the person's ulterior motives, but… Jordan seems nice, nice enough to genuinely feel bad about their thoughts once they realized you could hear them. And they are hot, objectively, in both forms. 

“Yeah, I’d be down to hang out.” You say, reaching into the pocket of your jeans to pull out your phone. “Can I-?”

“Yes. Yeah.” Jordan pulls their own phone out clumsily, handing it to you. 

You put your number in with a smile, and take the liberty to add a little emoji heart at the end of your name before you hand it back to them. “Should I text you, or are you going to text me?”

I don’t think I could stop myself if I tried. “I’ll text you.” Jordan says, glancing down at their phone. “A heart?”

“You don’t think so?”

No, no. No it’s great, I'm never going to change it. “A little fast, no?” They say. 

You smile, and inject your voice into their head. Liar. I’ll see you later Jordan. 

Before they can say anything else, you turn and leave, throwing one last glance at them over your shoulder. They don’t even try to pretend that they aren’t staring. 

Butterflies swarm your stomach as you make your way back through the halls. You can’t remember the last time being in someone’s head made you like them more rather than less, but Jordan… sweet, apologetic Jordan. It’s exciting, in a way, knowing what they were thinking about you, and knowing that despite the fact that you know, they still want to hang out. You check your phone, even though it’s not even been a minute since you left. Sure enough, a text-

what are you doing tmrw from like 2-4

You type out your reply: hanging out w u probably

You almost forget to get Caldwin’s coffee on the way back. 

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Stray Kids Reaction || He Forgets Your Birthday

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

When you woke up that morning to an abundant amount of messages from everyone but Chan you were slightly disappointed about it. You'd expected Chan to have remembered your birthday but it turned out it had gone to the back of his mind and you didn't know if you should be angry about it or not. It was fast approaching time for Chan to submit another comeback idea so he'd been working harder than usual lately but so had the other guys and they had all remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

"Thanks, Lix," You giggled looking at the small box of cupcakes that were on the table in front of you, your eyes watering a little as you saw the icing on each cake spelt your name out.

"I didn't know if Chan-Hyung had arranged anything for you, so I wanted to do something small." He smiled at you and you let a single tear run down your cheek, slowly looking at Felix who was frowning.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No....N-No, he just...He forgot." You admitted and shook your head, quickly wiping the tears off your face and trying to move past it. It seemed silly to be crying over it in front of Felix when he knew just how busy Chan was with everything.

"He forgot? How? He has it written down everywhere...There's no way, maybe he's just trying to surprise you," You shook your head at him and nodded over at the door where Chan was sleeping, he'd come straight home and collapsed into bed which you didn't blame him for he must have been exhausted but it hurt. Before you could even begin to process what was happening Felix was making his way over to the door and slamming it open, Chan flinched as he turned around to face the door.

Unlike you'd thought Chan had been in the bedroom, hunched over his laptop and working.

"Are you kidding me?!" Felix cried out when he saw the older boy sitting there,

"It's your girlfriend's birthday and you're in here pretending as though she doesn't exist?"

"Lix, it's fine. He's clearly busy," You tried to pull Felix away but it was like trying to get a bone from a dog - damn near impossible.

"It's not her birthday until next week."

"It's today." Felix combated him shaking his head, normally Chan was on top of everything but it was obvious the idea of submitting a comeback was getting to him a little.

"No. It's next week because I have it written down, right...Yn?" He slowly turned to look at you and as much as you wanted to tell him it was next week, it wasn't.

"It's today," The air seemed to grow thicker as Chan came to the sudden realisation that he'd missed your birthday and his stomach dropped.

"No...N-No, because I booked us a table at your favourite restaurant and I even hired a small boat to take us on the river for a while," He shook his head going into his computer calendar and his face dropped as he realised.

"Yn...I-I'm sorry," You could tell he was sincere about it but you were still hurt inside about it, everyone else had managed to remember but not him.

"It's fine," A blatant lie and anyone with a working pair of eyes could see that so Chan rushed over and wrapped his arms around your midsection.

"I promise I'm going to make this up to you," He whispered in your ear, trying to think of anything he could do to make up for fucking up this much.

MINHO:

It was obvious to the boys what had happened and now they were staring at you and feeling guilty even though they had nothing to feel that way for. It wasn't them who had forgotten about you on your birthday, it was Minho who was still completely oblivious to it.

"Aren't your forgetting something?" Chan asked as Minho walked into the dorm's living room and made his way past you, his eyes scanning over each of the boys before his eyes landed on you but you refused to look at him. Not only had he forgotten it was your birthday but he was ignorant about it as well.

"Happy Birthday Yn!" Changbin yelled out finally having enough of Minho not saying anything and you looked down at your hands. It suddenly felt awkward to be sitting here when all of the boys had remembered but your own boyfriend had failed to.

"I'm going to head home for the night-" You tried to get out but Jeongin shook his head at you, he was very much looking forward to spending the night with you.

"I thought we were going to watch cringey movies and gossip," Jeongin whined as you stood up, reaching for your bag.

"I'm not really in the mood right now, I'm sorry." You smiled weakly and Minho stared at you, his stomach dropping when he noticed the boys watching him waiting to see what he was doing to do.

"Yn-"

"Don't...Minho...Just don't. Everyone here remembered my birthday except for you, do you know how that makes me feel?" The boys slowly made their way out of the room leaving the two of you to discuss this privately.

"I didn't mean to forget."

"Just like you didn't mean to forget our anniversary? Do you even care for me? Even a little?" The words tore through him and he wanted to cry at the thought of you thinking he didn't love you,

"I adore you Yn, you know that." He reached out to touch your arm but you stepped away from him and shook your head. As badly as you wanted to believe him, the part of you that was hurting wasn't going to let this go so easily.

"I don't...You're always off doing whatever, forgetting things that are supposed to be important and I'm left to wonder if you even love me."

[X]

The next morning Minho had gone straight to your apartment and covered the living room with bouquets of your favourite flowers, as well as getting some decorations he found.

"What's this?" You frowned coming down into the room and frowning when you saw him sitting in front of you,

"Happy Birthday," He smiled weakly at you, holding up a present as you bit down on your lip.

"I wanted to try again, so we're pretending today is the day and that I didn't almost fuck up the best thing that has happened to me," He brought you closer to him and you smiled weakly, kissing his cheek softly.

CHANGBIN:

"Are you sure he knew about it?" Felix questioned as you finished packing up the final box of decorations that had lined the room the boys had rented for the night. He was directing his line of questioning at Jeongin who had planned the whole night tonight,

"How would he forget? It's her birthday." Jeongin whispered looking over at you, the boys had planned a surprise party for you, not your boyfriend but your boyfriend's friends and you were starting to feel sick at the thought of Changin not being here.

"Maybe he got lost on the way to the venue," Felix suggested once he realised that you could hear everything that they were saying,

"Or he forgot," You mumbled, shaking your head to yourself, it wasn't the first time Changbin had forgotten something important and you knew it wasn't going to be the last either but that didn't mean it hurt any less. The door to the room suddenly slammed against the wall and a sweaty-looking Changbin was standing there, drenched in a thick layer of sweat and panting heavily.

"I got here as quickly as possible," He looked around the room and then over at you but you refused to even look in his direction, wishing the boys goodbye before making your way out of the venue with Changbin hot on your trail.

"Yn, I- I don't even know how to begin to say-"

"Don't say sorry because we both know you won't mean it." You shut the boot of your car and stared at him, your arms folded over your chest as you stared him down.

"How can you say that? Of course, I'm sorry." He whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at you. There were tears running down your cheeks but you tried not to draw attention to them.

"Then how are you always forgetting things? If it's not my birthday it's our anniversary...or the times you forgot we had dates." He scoffed at you and shook his head, there was only one time that had happened.

"That's happened once!"

"Four times." You scoffed, getting into the car but he held onto the door preventing you from shutting it on him.

"Let me make it up to you?"

"I would, but I don't know how you can do that. It fucking hurts Binnnie," Your voice cracked as you let the tears stream down your face, the door was pulled wide open and you were suddenly pulled free from the car and into Changbins arms.

"I will find a way, please...J-Just don't go home alone, let me come with you." He begged as he rubbed your back softly, your arms tightening around him as you nodded your head at him.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin smiled at you as you sat beside him in bed, you watched him closely as his smile slowly turned into a frown,

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He chuckled softly as he slowly got out of bed,

"I'm just waiting for something." A couple seconds of silence went by before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling at you before heading into the bathroom without so much as a "Happy birthday."

"Baby? Are you forgetting something?" You called from outside of the en-suite door, waiting for him to remember but the door opened.

"You're right! How could forget!" You smiled brightly, finally happy he seemed to have remembered so quickly but he walked past you, took the towel and headed back into the bathroom again souring your mood within a couple of seconds.

[X]

The rest of the day you'd spent completely alone, deciding that if Hyunjin hadn't remembered then you were going to spend the entire day alone doing everything you loved.

"Where have you been? I've been texting and calling you for hours." He said as soon as you walked through the door,

"I spent my birthday doing everything I wanted to do since someone forgot." You stared at him and watched as the clogs in his head began to turn over and he realised how badly he'd fucked up that morning.

"Yn-"

"Don't." You warned him, shaking your head as you made your way through the house, taking your bags up to your bedroom as he followed behind you.

"I spaced! I'm used to working on your birthday, I just-"

"You forgot. No biggy," You lied, even though it was a huge biggy, you could see just how much it was stressing him out and while you had been mad that morning there was no use making it worse now when he was clearly having a hard time with it. 

"Big, Big, Biggy," He shook his head at you, holding you from behind.

"Let me order your favourite food, and tomorrow we will do everything you could ever want." He held you tighter as you nodded at him, smiling a little as you relaxed in his arms.

JISUNG:

You walked into the studio with a picnic basket and some bottles of water, sitting on the sofa as you watched Jisung through the small glass window inside of the room. As soon as he saw you he smiled and walked through the door,

"What's all this?" He nodded to the picnic that you were laying out in front of him and you smiled a little. You knew when you'd woken up that morning that he'd forgotten your birthday but you knew Jisung well, he was a cute hamster that forgot his own lyrics and there was no way you could be mad at him for forgetting your birthday. As much as it had upset you, you'd decide to get on the better side of it and come out smiling. There was no need for a huge fight when it was clearly something that could be remedied by you talking like adults or you acting mature about it. It wasn't as though he forgot every year, in fact normally he was on top of everyone's birthdays, always the first one to message so clearly it had been a mistake this morning, one you could easily forgive him for.

"Birthday picnic, I knew you'd forgotten but I wanted to come and spend lunch with you," You smiled as you pulled out the hotter food, Jisung's bottom lip trembling a little as he scratched the back of his neck

"I didn't...I-I didn't forget...I-I was just-" He tried to come up with something - anything - he could say to try and make you believe him but he couldn't and guilt began to swim over his body. With the stress of the job weighing on him, it must have slipped his mind and he felt awful for it,

"Relax baby, it's fine. Honestly, please just eat with me?" He nodded sitting beside you as you took out more than enough food for the two of you, both of you beginning to dig in while Jisung apologised to you for forgetting.

FELIX:

It had been a week of silent treatment for Felix and he was beginning to lose his mind a little. Usually, the two of you would get into a fight, you'd give him the silent treatment for a couple of hours and everything would be fine again but clearly, this wasn't a normal fight the two of you had. Not that there was a fight, Felix just remembered you no longer speaking to him,

"You're really not even going to look at me when we're in the same room?" He questioned as you stared down at your phone, scrolling through a random news article you had no interest in.

"What did I even do?" He stared at you, completely oblivious to everything he had done last week. It had been your birthday and you happened to share it with a few of Felix's friends while he had spent the day wishing them birthday messages and calling them to let them know he was thinking of them he hadn't even so much as wished the same to you.

"It's what you didn't do." You mumbled, locking your phone and placing it face down on the table in front of you. All of the other boys had remembered, you'd even gotten a couple of gifts from them each but Felix was blind to it all.

"What is it I didn't do?" He whined a little, he was sick and tired of beating around the bush and to be frank, so were you. It was annoying having to tiptoe around the subject.

"My birthday was last Friday." You stared at your boyfriend and watched as the realisation hit him, his mouth beginning to form an "O" shape,

"So while you were wishing everyone else a happy birthday I was alone...the whole day with not so much as a text from you." You sniffled a little, it was still fresh in your heart and you hated how much it burnt to not hear from him that day,

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought my own boyfriend would remember something so simple." You began to cry into your hands and instantly he was sitting beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he bought you to rest against his chest. 

"I'm so sorry Yn, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Do you know how much it hurt to see you wishing everyone else a happy birthday but me?" You sniffled as he continued to hold onto you,

"I'll make it up to you," He promised but you didn't say anything, you just cried into his chest softly as he held onto you.

SEUNGMIN:

All day long Seungmin felt as though he'd been forgetting something and it had bugged him too much, even when he walked into the house something still didn't feel right.

"Do you ever feel like you forgot something important but you can't put your finger on what it is-"  Seungmin stopped as he walked into the living room to see you sitting with the boys and surrounded by some presents and cards.

"I see I forgot something very important." He whispered as you stared down at the card in your hand, thanking the boys for coming to see you when they did.

When they eventually left Seungmin was following you around the house while you cleaned up, apologising over and over again but you refused to even acknowledge that he was talking to you.

"It was an easy mistake." He told you as you shook your head, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom. Right now you didn't even want to look at Seungmin nevermind share a bed with him for the night,

"An easy mistake is when you forget to pay a bill, or when...O-Or when you forget to pick someone up but not forgetting your girlfriend or four years birthday." You shook your head at him about to shut the door when he placed his hand on it, preventing you from doing so.

"It's the first time in four years I forgot, that has to make up for something." He whimpered a little and you shook your head, softly shutting the door and going to get ready for bed.

[X]

The next day when you eventually decided you could no longer avoid Seungmin he was all over you, pampering you with kisses and extra attention, he'd even managed to get the day off so he could at least attempt to make up for yesterday.

"I made breakfast, and I got some of your favourite movies ready," You stared at him as he pointed over at the living room, everything was done to look cosy and you hated how much you wanted to give into him for all of this.

"I don't have presents until tomorrow-"

"It's not about presents Seungmin...It's about you remembering it," He nodded his head, pressing a small and gentle kiss to your cheek,

"I will, I promise." You hummed a little at him as he lead you into the living room, making you sitdown on the sofa before he bought everything into you.

JEONGIN:

As soon as the front door shut Jeongin could sense that he was in some kind of trouble and he instantly wanted to get back into the car and drive to the dorms.

"Babe?" He called out to the dimly lit house, slowly beginning to make his way up to the bedroom where he figured that you would be waiting for him but when he got there he frowned. Small sniffles were coming from inside of the room and you sounded as though you were whispering to someone else. Jeongin's hand stilled on the door handle as he listened to you,

"I just can't believe he forgot," You sniffled louder this time and you shook your head, you knew it probably seemed like a stupid thing to cry over but you hated Jeongin for forgetting your birthday.

"He embarrassed me in front of everyone Lixie. Mum was looking forward to showing him off to everyone and he just never showed up...N-Not even a text to let me know he was busy." You began to cry into the pillow and Jeongin's stomach dropped as he listened to you talking about him.

"My birthday, how could he just forget? Am I that forgettable?" You questioned angrily, sitting up in the bed as you thought about it more and more. That was when you noticed Jeongin's shadow under the door and you sighed wishing goodbye to Felix before waiting for Jeongin to walk into the room. As soon as he did there was a sheepish look on his face and he whimpered a little, you looked like you'd been crying for hours. There were tear stains down your cheeks, your eyes were swollen pretty badly and not to mention they were also bloodshot.

"Baby-"

"You forgot...You actually forgot," You bit out a little angrier than you'd intended but you couldn't believe he'd just managed to forget your birthday. It wasn't as though they had any promotions going on at the moment either, come to think of it he was supposed to be on holiday so you had no idea what had been so important he was able to forget you all day.

"Words and actions will never make up for what I did. I know, I fucked up and I intend to make it up to you for the rest of my life." He whined as he got into the bed beside you, slowly wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into a tight embrace your heart fluttering as you relaxed in his touch. You hated your heart for giving in to him so easily after what had happened today,

"How did you forget?" You probably didn't want to know the answer but you knew the question was only going to gnaw at you until you got an answer from him anyway,

"I don't have an excuse, I just blanked. I went to see my brother and we went for food, I just completely blanked on it, baby," You nodded at him, you were glad he was being honest with you about it rather than lying but it still didn't make you feel any better about being ditched all day.

"Tomorrow, we're spending every second together. You'll get breakfast in bed...I'll treat you like a queen." He promised as he began to kiss your cheek and slowly down to your shoulder, pampering you with kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

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Make Your Move - Chapter 3

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

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A/N: It's back and drama ensues! Ch. 4 to come soon!

Fic Summary: Having known Matt for a year already, he knows your talents and hires you as his assistant for Bad Omens' upcoming tour. You’ve had a crush on Matt, your friend, and now boss. However, his good friend and your celebrity crush, Noah, takes a liking to you the second you step through the door. What happens when your feelings develop? What happens when they find out? You only hope your heart doesn’t break trying to care for two others.

Content and Warnings for Ch. 3: Fluff, slight angst, some suggestive content, and Noah's POV included

Word Count: 2.3k

Tag List: Ppl will be tagged properly next chapter!

Last night left you unsatiated, and it didn’t help that the five men you lived amongst decide to walk around with their shirts off every morning.

You thought it best to stare at your microwave breakfast sandwich as you ate it, rather than have to explain why you’re making eye contact with their chest tattoos.

The bus traveled overnight to your next show location, but you had a couple of hours to spend on the bus until you would reach the venue. So, you decided that after breakfast you would go spend time by yourself in the back of the bus practicing your hobbies.

Before you can step out towards your bunk to grab your book and laptop, Noah’s voice calls out to you, pausing the chattering of the other guys near him.

“Y/N, wait before you go, did you need something from me last night?”

“Hm?” You turn to face him.

“I thought I heard you say my name, like, once we went to bed,” he runs his hand through his hair, thinking.

Last night. You had thought you had said his name in your head, but his name on your lips is brought to memory. Fuck. “I must have wanted to ask you a question, or something,” you stutter. “I forgot.”

“Let me know if you remember,” he smiles.

You nod and turn on your heels to escape their stares. Luckily, they all return to their conversation as soon as you get to your bunk as if nothing had happened.

You mentally curse yourself for breaking the one rule Matt had in place for everyone on the bus.

Digging through your backpack, you pull out the book you started the other day. You packed a couple of fiction novels, but this one contained some spicy content. It would have to be enough to hold you over until you were back at home in your own bed.

You dragged your entertainment for the next couple of hours to the back of the bus and took a seat. Lost in the pages, you distracted yourself with a different dramatic love story than the one you were experiencing in real life.

—

Once at the venue, everything was set up quickly and smoothly, and the performing groups each had their sound checks by the afternoon.

Tonight’s venue was extraordinarily different from the last one you experienced. Instead of the dimly lit alleyway the bus was parked in the past two days, you were met with a more homely atmosphere. There was a patio with an awning, some fake grass, and lawn chairs. The venue even included a grill; it reminded you of the nights Matt would cook for you in his backyard.

It must have reminded Matt too, because now he has the venturesome idea to have a barbecue for dinner before everyone had to get back to work for tonight’s show.

“Matt, we don’t have any groceries for a barbeque,” you laughed.

“Take Noah to the store and pick everything up for me. I’ll send you a list,” Matt says.

You look across the patio to Noah who’s in his sunglasses with his arms crossed against his chest, chatting with Folio. You let out a deep sigh and roll your eyes at Matt.

“Let me have this,” he pleads. “Also, I know you miss my cooking,” he smirks.

“Okay, okay. I’ll ask Noah to go with me,” you relent.

You straighten your back and walk over to Noah and Folio. Folio notices you first and taps Noah’s shoulder, the two of them turn to face you at the same time.

“Heyy, Y/N, what’s up?” Folio says first.

“Hey,” Noah pushes his sunglasses up off his eyes. They push back his hair from his face like a headband.

“Matt has got it in his head that we should do a barbecue in these last few hours we have until all-hands,” you explain. “So, Noah,” you start, “would you like to go with me to the store to get everything for him to make dinner?”

His eyebrows raise and he shoots a look at Folio. “Uh, yeah! Let’s go, I’ll call a Lyft,” he pulls his phone from his back pocket.

“Y’all have fun,” Folio says, walking away with a wave goodbye.

—

Your phone buzzes with a text from Matt with his grocery shopping list as you walk beside Noah, who’s pushing the cart through the aisles. Already hungry, you two made your way to the potato chip aisle.

“Let me see?” Noah holds his hand open for you to give him your phone. Your throat catches when your fingers brush against each other’s when you hand your phone over for him to see Matt’s grocery list. “Chips, corn on the cob, beef and turkey patties, hot dogs, and buns,” he reads, “We should have drinks and the rest on the bus. Go ahead and pick out some chips for us.”

Looking through the aisle, you spot your two favorites on the top rack. You get on your tip toes to reach for them and your fingers can almost grab the corner of each bag. That familiar feeling creeps up your spine like someone’s watching you again. You realize your skirt is lifting slowly up your thigh as you reach upward.

“Here,” Noah laughs. He stretches his arm a bit which lifts his white tee to reveal a sliver of his stomach tattoo, and retrieves your bags of chips before putting them in the cart. “I’m glad I came to help,” he laughs.

“If I was alone, then I would just ask a random hot guy to help me,” you huff, fixing your skirt.

You watch as he subtly looks you up and down, from your shoes to your eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” you go to his side again and you two continue down the aisle.

“If I were a stranger, would you ask me to help you get your favorite chips down from the top shelf?”

“Are you asking me if you're hot?”

“No,” he blushes, “If I’m approachable? I guess, I don't know.” he stumbles on his words. “Sometimes I wonder if we would still be fri—,” he pauses and corrects himself, “If we would have met if it weren't for Matt.”

“Oh,” you pause and face forward. “I think I would, but I would be nervous,” you admit.

“Why?”

“Noah,” you give him an unserious glare and start counting on your fingers the same way he likes to, “You’re six foot three, you're covered in tattoos, you dress nice, you're attractive—,”

“Oh, so you do think I’m hot?” He laughs, patting your hand that’s holding onto the side of the cart.

You pull away teasingly, “I said attractive.”

“Mhm,” he smirks.

You two walk with each other throughout the store to gather the remainder of the items on the list. Noah pays for the groceries and Lyft for you and you take the car back to the venue.

Noah helps you out of the car and helps carry the majority of the groceries. He walks a bit slower as you reach the back of the venue and you slow to meet his space, “Y/N, can I talk to you about something?”

Matt already has the grill fired up and condiments and spices set out to prep the meat to go onto the flames. Matt has cooked for you numerous times, at his place and yours, you always liked the apron he chose to wear; he looked sexy and domestic. Of course, he had it with him on tour.

“Y/N, come help me out,” Matt calls out to you with a wave towards him.

You and Noah look into each other's eyes. “Of course, is after dinner, ok?” You ask apologetically.

“Yeah, sure,” he nods and motions you to go meet Matt.

—

NOAH’S POV

I stand off to the side of the back of the venue with Folio as Y/N and Matt chat on the patio.

“Just, please, don’t tell anyone, especially Matt,” I stress to Folio.

“So,” Folio sighs, “you want me, a good friend to both of you, to hide that you have a crush on Matt’s lady friend?”

“Folio, please,” I quickly glance over to Y/N to make sure she's not listening. “I just need your advice if I should go for her or not.”

“You know she likes Matt, right?” Folio warns.

“They’re just friends,” I retort. “Please tell me if it’s a bad idea to tell her how I feel tonight. I know that if I don't speak to her, I’ll be thinking of her throughout our set.”

“Fuck, you have to decide that on your own. I’m not getting between you and her; she’s been a good friend to me,” Folio says before tapping my shoulder. “She’s coming over.”

I unfold my shoulders and push my sunglasses off of my eyes to see her in full color.

As she walks towards me, her grace and beauty hold me captive; her aura is impossible to ignore. I love the way she’ll look away when our eyes meet, but I also want to gaze into her eyes for the rest of my life. When she gets to me, she asks me to go to the grocery store alone with her and I couldn’t be more eager.

But also, fuck, what am I getting myself into? I think.

—

Everyone around me is having fun, while I’m counting down the minutes that I can talk to Y/N again.

I have to watch her being close enough to touch arms with Matt as they work together on the grill. I understand I shouldn’t be jealous, he knew her before I did, but I know she deserves more, and I can give her that.

Noah, shut up. He’s your friend, I think. But, it wasn't his name that was on her lips in her bunk last night. God.

I just want to be the only one who can make her laugh the way he does. I want her to wear my clothes. I want to cook for her and eat breakfast with her every morning on the bus. I want to go on walks with her like he does.

Matt just takes up all of her attention, and as his friend I understand. He’s a catch and I know he would treat her so well.

I watch them for the rest of dinner while grumpily eating my cheeseburger. She continues to eat and laugh with him until we have to clean up to get ready to start the show. There was an insecurity inside of me that believed she had forgotten about our talk.

Needless to say, I didn't get to tell her how I felt tonight.

—

READER’S POV

Later that night, after preparing and organizing the show and watching the guys perform, you sat alone with Folio on the bus. After Matt, Folio was always the next one to shower and he always got back to you on the bus quickly to chat before you both went to bed. You were beginning to realize there were feelings that you couldn't contain. Tonight, you decide to share them with your closest friend on tour.

You sit at the same dining table every night to wait for him, but tonight you closed the sliding door that separated the front of the bus from the bunks in hopes that Matt wouldn't hear your confession. The door to the bus clicks open, and Folio steps inside with damp hair. “Hey, Y/N, what’d you think of the set?”

“You guys did great,” you praise, “as always.” You clear your throat, “Folio, can I share something with you?”

“Yeah,” he says with furrowed brows, concerned. Folio takes his usual spot across from you at the table. “Go.”

“I have something to admit,” you start.

“So, you did… ya’know?” He makes a circling motion with his fingers like he's rubbing something.

Your eyes widen at his vulgar motions. “Folio!”

“What? Matt told us you might try it!” He defends himself.

Matt. I knew it! You fume.

“Whatever! Just stop and forget about that,” you laugh sheepishly and cover your face with your hands. “What I wanted to tell you is that I have a crush.”

“A crush?”

“Two,” you correct yourself.

“Two?” He repeats. “Ok,” he adjusts himself in his seat, “tell me.”

You lower your voice and take a glance at the door to make sure it’s still closed, “It’s Matt.”

“Ok, I think we all kind of knew that,” he sighs.

“No, you didn't,” you gasp, “I've hidden it so well.” A lie.

“Y/N, you haven't. Who's the second?” He pushes.

You roll your eyes, and pause before saying the next name, “And Noah.”

The smile that Folio held on his face as you bantered fell as soon as he heard Noah’s name.

“Noah,” he repeats.

“Yes, and before you say anything. I know it’s a bad idea. They’re best friends and we all work together. I just can't get either of them out of my head and it’s getting harder. I just need your advice on how I should go about it,” you explain.

“I think–,” Folio shakes his head, “I think that you need to decide on one. I can't tell you who. You have to choose.”

With that, the door is pulled open, and Noah boards the bus.

Please, don't say anything, you mouth to Folio only.

[solitaszn]

curtains | ted lasso ✧˚ · .

Pairing: Ted Lasso x fem!reader

Summary: under the employment of one trent crimm at afc richmond, you are the second American hire and only female journalist at the club starting to make headlines following the head coach being the first.

Warnings: cursing

WC: 980

Author's note: This is really my first multi part fic so be gentle!

"Why does AFC Richmond keep hiring Americans when it is on the brink of relegation?"

Ted stares at the article in dismay and then looks at your desk from the window. He gets up and shuts down his laptop, making his way to your office. You hear his gentle knocking on the glass. your eyes brimmed with tears and your head in your hands as you reread the words "hiring Americans" and "relegation". 

"Uhm, come in, Ted!" you say, blinking away your tears.

"I saw the email, I’m awful sorry about that," he said.

"No it’s fine; you know how the journalists are here, especially at The Sun."

"Yeah. So hot-headed," he joked

You giggled; it wasn’t even that funny, and you still laughed so hard. It’s probably the first time Ted got you to genuinely laugh since you started becoming an assistant to Trent (now independent), who wanted to get an American’s eyes and edits on his writing for his book about Ted Lasso. Ever since you got to Richmond, you have been reserved and quiet in the office you and Trent shared, which he rarely used. only there to follow him when he had questions about certain American mannerisms that he did not want to ask Ted or Beard about, not wanting to spoil details about said book.

"I’m glad to see you laughing again." It’s nice to have you around; I hope you know that." He winked at you and walked back to his desk.

He caught a glimpse of you smiling and being giddy, with your face turning a shade of pink. Ted didn’t realize he had stopped doing his work and started staring at you until Roy stood in the doorway and made it obvious.

"Put your fucking tongue back in your mouth, or I’ll tell her to get a curtain for that office, you freak."

You said a muffled, "Roy?"

"What?" He’s the only person he tolerates in the locker room office. People often thought the two of you looked related until you spoke. Your dark hair and eyes, and the fact that you both often wore black. You wore it just to be professional, but he did because he couldn’t stand being in color.

"Do you think I’m bringing down the club for being American?"

Dumbfounded, he replied, "Who the fuck said that?"

"The Sun?"

"And why the fuck would you listen to those fucking pricks?" They don’t fucking work anywhere near as hard as you do."

It’s true that although you were technically an assistant journalist for Trent, you took it upon yourself to do other things around the club for the team. often on coffee runs, helping Will, answering emails for Trent, or really anything you could keep yourself busy with. It didn’t help with your personal life, though; you overfilled your day so much that when you get home, you’re too exhausted to do anything else.

"Thanks Roy."

He grunted and left.

You finally clocked out and headed to your car when you caught Ted on his phone next to it.

"Oh, hey, Ted, what are you still doing here?"

"Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink or something."

"Ted, I would love to, trust me, but I’m just exhausted, and I’m seriously considering just sleeping in my car."

"I mean, heck, I could drive you home if you don’t mind."

You threw him your keys. Unlocking it, he opened the door, still forgetting that it wasn’t his side. Him still leaving the door open for you to get in and jogging to the other side.

"I’d have to say this is the most normal car in this parking lot; there are too many fast Italian ones here," he says as he drives out of the lot.

You scoffed, "You couldn’t make me buy one, I need a Subaru."

"I immediately could tell you weren’t from around here with this janky thing."

"Janky? Were you expecting me to pull in with a huge Ford F-150, Ted?"

"I would’ve liked you to, would make me feel right at home."

"No way you had one!" I wouldn’t have pegged you for a truck guy."

"Yep, a huge navy blue one, had a Kansas State Shockers sticker on the corner of the back window. That’s how I could tell which one was mine.” You could tell he was so happy that he could talk about the American college experience with someone other than a Beard.

"How long did you coach at WSU?"

"Five years took us all the way to the national championship."

You yawned in between words, "That’s amazing, Ted."

"God, I hope I’m not boring you," he laughed.

"You’re so mean! and you missed the turn, just take this left, and we can get into the parking garage."

"Ooh, a parking garage, that’s mighty fancy” he chirped.

"It’s what happens when you don’t spend $400k on a car."

You both pulled into your spots. Once you were parked, you gathered your things. "Here we are, home sweet home," Ted said enthusiastically.

"Actually, Ted, sorry, do you mind if you walk me to my flat? It’s just that it’s late and dark, so I-"

"No, yeah, of course, no need to apologize,” he said, closing the car door that was followed by two beeps echoing off the cement walls.

"Thanks, and thank you so much for bringing me home; you really didn’t have to."

"It was my pleasure, darlin'," he winked.

Surely you hadn’t heard him right. Darlin’? Was he flirting with you? You walked to the door and swiped your security card to get into your building. You turned to hold the door for Ted; you hadn’t noticed how much he towered over you. His six-foot stature made you question how you also hadn’t noticed his shoulders and strong arms. Were his eyes always that warm brown?

chapter 2

[detta-pica]

Mei Mei, Juju Corp’s CFO, strolls in, followed closely by her ever-present personal assistant, Ui Ui, who is an actual child and therefore definitely an illegal hire. Probably he’s not an official employee at all. When Satoru first saw him and Mei interact, he decided it would be healthiest to mind his own business, though he did leave an anonymous tip with social services. Nanami, the COO, is right behind her, steps brisk, annoyance carved deeply into the lines of his face. Immediately, Satoru knows that Nanami knows that something is not right. It’s in the way Nanami pauses in the door, takes in Satoru’s closed laptop and noodle-like sprawl on the couch, and loosens his tie with the gravitas of someone preparing for their own execution. Satoru decides not to prolong his suffering. “I quit.” “Absolutely not,” Nanami says immediately. “You can’t stop me.” “We can sue you,” Mei informs him pleasantly, “if you mean what I think you mean, which is that you want to leave right now and never come back to this office.” Satoru grins. “That’s exactly right. I could file an anonymous report on my own negligence and get myself fired, if that’s what you prefer.” Nanami pulls out his phone and dials. “We need time to find a suitable replacement, you selfish--ah, Ieiri-san. I need you to talk Gojo down from quitting his job on the spot.” Satoru takes the phone when it’s thrust at him. “Shoko! I’m quitting!” “Congrats! And hey, I actually meant to call you anyway. Your great-uncle, the one who ran away from home and settled on a farm here, died last night. Do you know if anyone will be sad or can I handle it through the Gojo legal team?” “Huh. No, no one will be… Wait, there’s a farm?” Shoko exhales in that tell-tale way that means she’s smoking, even though she swore up and down that she’d quit the last time they talked. “It’s in terrible condition. Finding a buyer will take forever, I bet.” “I want it.” “You what?” “Shoko, I’m gonna live on that farm.” He can see it in his mind’s eye. A quaint little house with a porch swing, rustic decor, and a little fireplace to make it extra cosy in winter. There’s probably a barn. Maybe a chicken coop? He could get a cat, the kind that will roam on its own and leave dead rodents on his doormat. “Gojo, wait.” Shoko sounds distressed. “You know that--” He ends the call and beams at Mei and Nanami. “I just got great news. My great-uncle is dead!”

Listen. I've wanted to write a stsg Stardew Valley AU since before the March patch, but I got distracted with other things. I'm still distracted. This thing is nowhere near done, and it's not coming soon, but I didn't have anything better for WIP Wednesday.

(Current fic timeline is something like:

witch AU, with 5 stories to go in the series

a dark fairytale thing for Halloween

vampire AU sequel

Stardew Valley AU

fantasy AU no. 1

fantasy AU no. 2

The order could change. We'll see.)

[mabelstone]

hello babie

little angst fic in light of the new matt pics? gruffy stubborn horknee matt? a little christmas miracle?

love u miss u

hi sugarpie miss u more

hope this suffices <3 i couldn't think of a 'christmas miracle' i am sorry xx maybe i'll write a soft christmas fic after this

18+ ofc, you know me by now

Nobody Compares to You

matt stone x reader

word count: 2.1k

***

Being with a prolific near-billionaire with a ridiculously successful TV show and a close-to cult following has its downsides. The copious amounts of groupies, stalkers, etc, etc. Not to mention that he's the textbook definition of a workaholic, which often meant you would go days without seeing each other due to your conflicting work schedules, despite sharing the same bed each night.

You knew this going into your relationship with him and you swore you wouldn't have it any other way.

That was until you found out about the new hire at South Park Studios. A painfully beautiful, bubbly young woman around your age, funny and oh, so intelligent. To your dismay, everyone in the studio had grown very fond of her, including your beloved boyfriend. The part he failed to mention was that she was now his personal assistant, hence why she would text him at inappropriate hours and was practically glued to him each time you visited him at work on one of your days off.

You could look past the groupies and die hard fans as you knew they wouldn't ever stand a chance. But a young woman so full of life, someone who made Matt cackle the way only you and his friends could unearthed something deep inside you. An unmistakable hatred for this girl, though she hadn't done anything wrong, per se. This created a rift in your relationship with him, and though you wanted to blame her, it was painfully clear that it was your doing.

One day you'd surprised him with lunch, taking in a container of his absolute favourite meal that you'd slaved over all morning.

"Oh, thank you, gorgeous," he'd kissed you tenderly, though his words to follow suggested he wouldn't be eating it any time soon. "I wish you'd called... Belle and I just got Chinese, I'm stuffed."

Your smile faltered, peering over at the twiggy blonde tapping away at her laptop with her long, neon orange nails. "I wanted to surprise you. My mistake."

Belle looked up intermittently with an unreadable expression, "yeah, so sorry. What was your name, again?"

"Y/N," you shot her a fake smile that was about as friendly as a kick to the jaw. He mustn't talk about me often. "Ah," was all you could muster, a pang of disappointment flooding your veins.

"I'm sorry," he frowned lightly, a gentle hand taking yours. "I'll have it for dinner! You know me so well."

"So you'll be staying late again?"

"At this rate, it's a safe bet," he smiled sympathetically. He looked tired, no surprise. You sometimes selfishly wished that he'd get a bad cold or something so he'd be forced to stay home with you. "I'm really sorry."

"Meeting in five, Matt," Belle spoke up, her tone a lot friendlier than it was with you.

"I'll get out of your hair then." You didn't say bye, instead speed walked to your car, fuelled by your rage toward his assistant.

Matt: Not even going to say goodbye to me?

Matt: This isn't my fault

You: i just didn't know you were having lunch dates with your assistant

You cursed yourself straight after your message sent, realising just how ridiculous you sounded. Like a jealous teenage girl.

Matt: Lunch date? You mean having lunch with your coworker is now considered a date?

You: does she even know you have a girlfriend?

Matt: Do I really have to share my personal life with my assistant? She does, yes. What has gotten into you?

You: she gets to spend every minute of every day with you

Matt: So this is about her? Don't be so jealous, this is a work relationship.

Matt: Gotta go.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you drove home in silence, your jaw ticking in frustration. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong. Surely he would have had to pick her as his assistant, right? Why couldn't he have picked a man. Or, as awful as it sounds, a girl who wasn't so attractive. Or maybe a girl who wouldn't have graduated the same year as you.

He got home at 11pm, a bit earlier than you had anticipated. You couldn't sleep though, your mind running wild at the possibilities. With all the time spent with her and away from you, would he fall for her? Would he stop loving you? Was she planning to whisk him away from you? Was your little argument today just pushing him further into her arms?

He walked into your bedroom and didn't say a word. He walked straight into the ensuite and locked the door before you had a chance to speak, closing your mouth immediately.

When he came out, he looked visibly more relaxed, newly grown out curls dripping beads of water onto his skin. He sat in front of you on the bed, only a towel keeping him decent.

"Care to tell me what that was earlier?" His voice was stern, eyebrows slightly raised.

"You tell me," you tone was unwavering as well, arms folded across your chest.

"I wish I could," he huffed, the frustration clearly creeping back. "I can see that you're jealous. But I think theres a bit more to it, isn't there?"

"I miss you."

"Of course I miss you too. But I have to go to work. I can't control the hours!" He raised his voice slightly. Maybe there was more to this for him, too.

"We haven't had sex in two weeks, Matt," you sighed, looking toward the ceiling as that awful, sad feeling reared its ugly head again. "You used to want it- need it, every second day, at least."

"We haven't had time!" He sighed now, running a hand over his face. "I've had to... deal with it myself."

"Does your assistant have to be there for that too? Does she add it into your calendar?" You bit, meeting his eyeline again, that now had narrowed on you, angry brows knotted together.

"You are a brat, you know that?" He spat, appearing as if he were about to double over in anger.

"I'm a brat, huh?" You laughed humourlessly, shaking your head at him. "I spent all morning cooking for you. Every day I do all the cleaning after I've been working all day. I iron your clothes for the next day and have them ready for you every night before I even think to do anything for myself. Before I even have dinner!"

He just stared back, not interjecting for a change. His expression softened as he let you get it all out.

"I have done that for you for four years now! Four years! But I'm a brat, huh? All because I miss you and yes, I'm upset that you have a pretty new assistant. I'm upset that she spends all day with you, gets to have lunch and sometimes dinner with you. She gets to eat and laugh with you, all the while I come home to our house alone. I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. Do you know the things I would do to have lunch with you just once a week? The fact that I'm even explaining myself is ridiculous, I-"

Your rambling was cut short but warm lips pressing gently against yours. Your hands instantly found damp curls, fighting the urge to cry at the fact he was finally at your fingertips, and not when he was snoring beside you in the small hours. He was finally there, finally, you had his undivided attention.

His fingers quickly hooked into your panties, pulling them off in one autonomous motion. He wasted no time disconnecting your lips, positioning himself between your thighs. His warm tongue flitting over your clit sent a shockwave of electricity through your body, a sharp gasp from your lips piercing the overwhelming tension in the room. You grabbed a fistful of his hair without a second thought, grinding down onto that beautiful face. The coarseness of his beard scratched your inner thighs, sending a chill down your spine. With your eyes screwed shut, you moaned his name just as you had imagined for nights on end, his own groan vibrating against your core. You opened your eyes when you thought he'd pulled out your vibrator, soon realised it was just his phone buzzing somewhere on the bed spread. He didn't slow his motions, continuing to lick dizzying stripes across your clit. You felt around for his phone, wishing you hadn't when you saw her caller ID on the screen.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Mm, what?" His voice was muffled against you, only pulling away when you pulled your hips away. "Oh, come on. I can't control when she calls me, babe. It's probably something really important."

You realised you weren't angry at him, but absolutely livid with her. You just had a gut feeling about her. You knew girls like her, you could tell from he minute you laid eyes on here. She just wanted to climb the hierarchal ladder that was your beloved boyfriend. Unfortunately he was going to have to figure that out on his own. You couldn't help but give him the cold shoulder that night.

***

Things had slightly improved between the two of you. You'd been intimate more frequently, things often getting so steamy that one time he'd bent you over the kitchen counter, resulting in very burnt chicken for dinner.

For the sake of your own sanity, you'd stopped torturing yourself with your imagination over his beautiful assistant. He loved you, he was as faithful as they come.

Matt: I'll be home in 30 xx

He'd messaged you that two hours ago. You were worried you'd have to start calling police stations, but he finally responded to your missed calls with another text.

Matt: Long story. Talk soon.

He returned home an hour later, the door slamming behind him. You startled from where you sitting on the couch, having stress drank through half a bottle of red wine at this stage. He scooped you up from your position on the couch, eliciting a loud squeal of surprise from you, followed by the thunk of your wine glass hitting the carpet, effectively painting the rug crimson.

"Don't worry about it," he breathed against your skin. "Missed you," he trailed kisses along your jaw and neck, your breath hitching when he would hit your sweet spots.

"Mm- what happened at work? Where were you?" You grabbed his jaw in an attempt to slow him to no avail. He continued to carry you to the bedroom, physically in front of you, but mentally somewhere deep between your thighs.

"Don't worry about it," he echoed, placing you down onto the bed. You felt a little worried - he only got like this if something really stressful happened. He was usually great at talking about his feelings, especially when something happened at work.

He continued to kiss down your body, trying to strip your clothes with such haste you could barely keep up.

"Babe- stop. Stop." You huffed, finally getting a grip on his tireless wrists. "What happened? Were you with her?"

Then he came back into his body, eyes narrowing on yours. "We're seriously still on this?" He groaned, sitting back on his knees. "I fired her."

"Fired her?!" You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone, but masked the happiness very well. "Why? I thought she was a hoot, no?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now," he sighed. Catching your expression, he realised you weren't going to let up until you had the full story. "Jesus- okay, she tried to make a move on me. Happy? You were right." He rolled his eyes.

Now you were beaming. You thought you'd be more upset, but his obvious disgust debunked that thought immediately. "Say that last part again."

"You were right," he rolled his eyes again, playfully this time. "Now take off your clothes."

"Yes, sir!" You laughed too, stripping off your clothes so fast, you'd miss it if you blinked. Immediately, he was on top of you, a growing hard on pressing into your thigh.

"Nobody compares to you," he mumbled against your lips, stripping his boxers without taking his eyes off you, drinking you in. "Nobody."

His words warmed you to your core, words you didn't know you needed to hear. Despite the intensity leading up to this moment, he slid himself in slowly, stretching and filling you inch by glorious inch. You arched your back into the feeling, bare chests rubbing against one another.

"I love you," you breathed, grinding gently into him, both of your hips connecting in slow synchronicity. His warm arms surrounding you, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he kissed you slowly, "so, so much."

You felt more connected than you had in weeks, months, even. And in that moment, you too though, nobody compares to you.

you know me by now. no proof reading sozzy and this ending sucks balls... but its dry out here

[kanbockoida]

Third time’s the charm.

Adam x fem! Reader x Lucifer

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Masterlist

Y/N just stood there, completely unmoving and completely void of any emotion. Why did he lash out? It made no sense to her, no matter how she looked at it. In their vows they had promised to always talk about what’s on their mind, when they’re insecure.. All of it happened so quickly, it took the woman a few moments to truly register everything.

Memories of their most happy moments flooded her mind, all of them quite literally breaking her apart inside. The pain bit away at her heart, small tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

The proposal.. planning their wedding together, the honeymoon. It seemed almost as a distant memory now. Her life has been a mess ever since that first meeting with Lucifer.

The woman waltzed over to the couch, sitting down with a deflated expression. Lying down, everything suddenly completely flooded her mind.

“Babe, planning all this is exhausting! Can’t we take a break?” Her overgrown manchild whined, groaning like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he moped in the chair. Deadpanning, Y/N looked up from her laptop, staring at Adam. “Dear.. we sat down barely five minutes ago. I’m starting to think you don’t want to marry me~” Judging by the look on his face, she’s got him right where she wants him.

The first man frantically shook his head, sitting upright in an instant as his eyes shot wide. “Fuck you, of course I want to marry you!” As vulgar as he was, the brunette was telling the truth. Just like that Adam got to work, eyes not once moving from the screen. Sounds of frantic typing echoed through their living room, which made the woman giggle. He was honest and determined, she had to give him that. They worked efficiently for once, looking at everything they’d want at a wedding.

After a long while of convincing, Adam finally got what he wanted. Since day one he’s been praised for being the first man, the first human to ever be made. That alone gave him an ego bigger than anyone else’s. “I was thinking a huge fucking venue. Only the best for my babe~” The man cooed at his lover, putting his chin onto his hands, staring at the beautiful woman across from him. Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile dancing on her lips. He’s an idiot, but she loves him. They spent hours planning their wedding, deeming their ideas to be perfect.

”Shall we wind down tonight? We can review what we got so far once we wake up.” Begrudgingly, Adam agreed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was exhausted. That night was one of many she appreciated. Cuddled up to the love of her life. Just where she wanted to be.

Sighing, Y/N once more stood up to walk around their house, feeling the need to somehow get rid of the stress she was feeling, staring at the pictures they had hung up on the walls. It was pictures of them together over the years Adam and Y/N spent together. Their first date, their first kiss. All those endearing memories seemed so near yet so far away. Thanks to Lute, they had a perfect captured moment from their proposal. Tenderly touching the frame from the picture, a small tear running down her cheek. How did everything turn out this way? Ever since she learned about the exterminations their marriage life somehow went down the drain.

The angel walked down the little hallway, stopping in front of another framed picture. A painting from their wedding day. Both her and Adam were clad in white and gold, their happy expressions captured perfectly by the artist they had hired for their perfect day. There were no worries present in that very moment all those years ago. A sigh left Y/N’s lips, remembering every single moment from that very day.

The two were always rather competitive, and getting married might have heightened that fact. A bet was made a week before the wedding, all in good fun of course. They were not to see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding, let alone talk to one another in any sort of way. Considering Adam and Y/N are rather dependent on each other, they are a little nervous. However, who was Adam if he turned down a bet like this? Surely it won’t be that bad.

However, it was terrible for Adam. No contact with the love of his life for a whole day? That’s pure torture in every way shape and form. The man yearned for her touch, for the sound of her voice. The first man is an absolute mess, moping around in his bed. It hasn’t even been half a day and Adam already missed his soon to be wife. Thinking about all of this, all he could wonder how he survived this long without his beloved being practically glued onto him. In the end, he decided to bug Lute, crying about how much he misses Y/N.

“I miss my wife, Lute.. I miss her a lot..” Whining, Adam threw himself onto the couch, face first into a pillow. Lute, Adam’s right hand and supposed ‘not-best-friend’ only sighed, shaking her head at his antics. “Sir, don’t be dramatic.”

On the other side of town, there was a soul with the same exact problem. Y/N, staying at Sera’s place, let out a groan, pacing around the woman’s living room. Just like Adam, Y/N was restless, heart yearning for his touch and the sound of his voice. “Sera, whose stupid idea was this?!” Her voice was somewhat agitated, turning to the tall woman as her expression turned sour. Acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum wasn’t unusual, especially when she didn’t get what she wanted when it involved Adam. The Seraphim however only shook her head, just a little sick of Y/N’s antics. But who was she to blame? “Y/N.. this was quite literally your idea.” Sera chortled as she stared upon the woman throwing a tantrum on her living room couch. The other woman only pouted, rolling her eyes unamused with what she had brought upon herself. “Yeah, yeah.. I get it.” Y/N scoffed, putting her face into a pillow before groaning.

Those twenty four hours passed agonizingly slow, both parties bored and sad out of their minds. So why was she this nervous now? Standing before the large mirror, the angel stared at herself in the beautiful, white dress she picked herself. Marrying the love of her life.. It felt like a dream. There was nothing that was going to come between them and force them apart.

In less than ten minutes Y/N was going to walk down that aisle. The very aisle that both her and Adam decorated to match the theme. Fairytale themed like in the books, white and gold just like they adored it. Getting the final touch-ups almost felt unreal, the makeup artist the couple hired giving her the last ounce of pep-talk the bride clearly needed while applying a soft rosy blush as a final touch. “You’re in love with him, it’s clear as day. You’ll be fine! This day is all yours, it’ll be perfect in every single way you could imagine. Now, take a deep breath and don’t start crying, you’ll ruin our hard work!” The artist chuckled, finally having to pack up her work station, a bright smile on her lips as she stared at the bride. Y/N sighed, standing up from her seated position to get the last few steps in to calm herself. The bride smiled back, a grateful and genuine one. “Thank you, really. You did an amazing job.” Y/N turned to the woman who did her makeup, before briefly admiring herself in the full body mirror. Said makeup-artist smiled before picking up her equipment, scurrying out of the bridal suite.

The clock was ticking, and the time has finally come. A soft knock on the door made her tense up briefly. It was Emily, picking her up for the bride’s entrance.

It’s time.

Soft golden light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting gentle hues of white, gold, and soft purples across the room. The air was filled with the subtle scent of lavender, mingling with the soft notes of the harpist playing a delicate melody. Each guest turned their attention towards the grand entrance, where the bride would soon appear. The aisle was a pathway to a dream, lined with tall, slender candles in ornate gold holders, their flames flickering gently. Lush arrangements of white roses, lavender sprigs, and gold-dusted leaves adorned the pews, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The high vaulted ceiling sparkled with delicate fairy lights, twinkling like stars in a perfect night sky. Above, a grand chandelier with cascading crystals caught the light, sending rainbows dancing across the room.

At the end of the aisle stood the groom, holding his breath in a desperate attempt to calm his pounding heart. ‘Hold it together’ He thought to himself, eyes slowly beginning to water as he realized that his wife-to-be is about to walk through those doors.

Just as he anticipated, the doors opened.

There she was. His bride, his beloved. A vision of ethereal beauty. Her dress, a masterpiece of lace and satin, shimmered with every step she took down the beautifully decorated aisle.

The bodice was intricately detailed with delicate embroidery and tiny pearls, flowing into a skirt that seemed to float like a cloud. Her veil, edged with lace, trailed behind her, catching the light in a soft, glowing halo. She held a bouquet of white lilies, lavender, and golden accents, a perfect match to the enchanting surroundings.

Each step she took was in time with the music, her eyes locked onto Adam’s. Her face was a mixture of joy and serene confidence, her smile radiant. Guests whispered softly, their eyes glistening with tears of happiness.

His heart ached with a powerful mix of love and awe. His eyes never left hers, and the closer she got he felt his emotional defenses crumble. His mind flashed through memories of their journey together – the first time they met, their first kiss, the countless moments that had led them to this magical day. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the tears that were threatening to spill over. He wanted to stay strong, but how could he when Y/N looked this stunning?

As she reached the altar, her eyes welled with tears as well. She handed her bouquet to her maid of honor and took the groom’s hands in hers. Feeling his hands in hers felt thrilling, a surge of electricity seemingly rushing through their bodies. The pair admired one another, the way they stared into their eyes speaking louder than a million words. They stood there, facing each other, the world around them fading into a blur of light and color. The officiant began to speak, but their attention was solely on each other.

Adam felt a lump in his throat, and he could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down his face, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. His shoulders shook with emotion, and he smiled through his tears. The bride squeezed his hands, her own tears mingling with her radiant smile. They were both crying now, a perfect reflection of the love and happiness that filled the room.

Adam stood there, looking into the eyes of his love. The pounding of his heart was stronger than ever, his big hands cradling hers so lovingly he was afraid he’d break her if he were any rougher. With one trembling hand he reached into his pocket, pulling out a messily folded paper.. which unrolled to reveal five more pages. Seeing this made the guests burst out laughing, his beloved looking at him with the purest form of surprise.

“My flower,” the first man started, voice trembling slightly with emotion, surprising even himself. He swallowed, clenching his eyes shut as he was close to losing his composure. “From the moment I first laid my eyes upon you I knew my life would never be the same, positively of course. You’re my light and joy, the love of my life. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you.”

The words that came out past his lips were sincere, shocking everybody in the venue, especially the love of his life. “Sometimes it’s very difficult to find the right words to tell you just how much you mean to me. You’ve seen me at my best and at my worst. And through it all you’ve loved me unconditionally. You’ve been my rock, my confidant and my greatest supporter.” Finally, tears streamed down his cheeks, the emotions he was feeling finally got too intense. He didn’t even bother wiping them away.

“I promise to always be there for you, just as you've always been there for me. I vow to cherish you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I promise to support your dreams and to celebrate your achievements, no matter how big or small." He took another deep breath, his voice filled with earnest sincerity. "I promise to grow with you, to face the challenges of life together, hand in hand. And I vow to love you more each day than I did the day before, for the rest of our lives."

His voice broke again, and he paused, taking a moment to compose himself. The room was silent, the air thick with emotion. "I... I may not always have the right words, but please know that my heart is yours, now and forever. I love you more than I can ever express, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today, promising you my forever." He smiled through his tears, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you for choosing me. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me."

To Y/N, Adam looked so incredibly handsome being vulnerable with his feelings. Her heart pounded, little tears too streaming down her cheeks. “My heart,” She started, voice one of a soft tremble. “From the very moment I was created, I knew we were destined to be together. The heavenly Father used half your heart to create me, making us bound together forever, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that opportunity.”

For a brief moment, the woman paused, the brightest of smiles forming upon her rosy lips, staring into Adam’s beautiful golden eyes she always got herself lost in. “You’ve shown me what it means to be loved, you showed me what it means to live, and I am eternally thankful to have you as my lifelong companion. With you, I’ve found a partner who makes my everyday life brighter, and every passing moment more meaningful.” Despite her wavering voice, her tone remained strong. “I promise to always stand by your side, through every high and every low. I vow to be your constant source of encouragement, to lift you up when you’re down, and to celebrate all of your victories, big and small. I promise to listen to you with an open heart and to speak to you with honesty and respect."

With her unwavering gaze, Y/N leaned in slightly as a big smile formed upon her lips. "I vow to cherish every moment we share, to create new memories, and to build a life filled with laughter, love, and endless adventures. I will always be your biggest fan, your partner in crime, and your safe haven." Her smile was radiant, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering certainty. "I love you with all my heart, and I am so grateful to be standing here with you today, ready to start this beautiful journey together. I promise to be the best wife I can be, for you deserve nothing less."

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a palpable sense of joy and love emanating from every corner. The officiant smiled warmly at the couple standing before them, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes with an intensity that seemed to make time stand still.

"Do you, Adam, " the officiant, Saint Peter, began, turning to look at the first man, "take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish from this day forward, until death do you part?"

The groom's eyes shone with tears, his voice steady but filled with emotion as he replied, "I do."

The Saint then turned to the bride, who was already smiling, her eyes brimming with joyful tears. "And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish from this day forward, until death do you part?"

The bride's voice was clear and filled with love as she responded, "I do."

The officiant beamed, looking out over the gathered friends and family before returning their gaze to the couple. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the groom took a step closer, his hands gently cradling the bride’s face. He leaned in, their foreheads touching for a brief, intimate moment. Then, with a playful yet tender smile, he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other still holding her cheek. With one swift and careful movement, he dipped his wife back, her dress cascading around them like a waterfall of lace and satin.

The guests gasped softly, enchanted by the romantic gesture. The groom leaned in further, their lips finally meeting in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of their journey together, their unwavering love, and the promise of a future filled with endless adventures.

The bride’s hand found its way to the nape of the groom’s neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with all the love and joy she felt. The room erupted into applause and cheers, the sound echoing off the walls and filling the space with celebration.

As the groom gently lifted her back up, their eyes locked once more, both of them breathless and smiling. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading into a blur of golden light and happy faces.

Their first kiss as husband and wife was nothing short of magical, a perfect beginning to their happily ever after. Breaking away, Adam helped the love of his life stand up straight once more, smiling like an absolute fool. Without thinking, he scooped her up, almost speed walking down the aisle with wife in his hands. “Let’s fucking go!” He celebrated, not caring about using profanities in the holy house. And off they went to the reception..

“Just where did it all go wrong..?” Y/N muttered, finally breaking her gaze from the picture that brought up all the memories.

[francesminos-tt]

cregan is married and fucks his son's nanny, jace 👀👀

I am not sure if this is what you ask for, but I tried😅

It was somewhat laughable for a graduate student to work as a babysitter, but Jacaerys found this job best accommodating to he needs. Jace was on his year of pursuing a doctor’s degree in Winterfell Institution of Technology, a renowned academic hub for science enthusiastic like him. Jacaerys came from an affluent family, but he decided to finish his education and carve a place in the world on his own, which meant no easy money from mother, no top-notch sports car from Papa Laenor, no private security from Daemon, and absolutely no private jet from grandpa Corlys. Jacaerys had a scholarship, and he worked as a part-time babysitter to help pay the rent.

“Okay, time for bed, little man.” Jacaerys helped the little boy into his dire wolf printed pajamas before tucking him in, making sure the boy was warm and comfortable.

“Can you tell me a bedtime story, Jace?” Rickon asked, his dark eyes tentative and pleading.

“Of course.” Jacaerys replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, “Which one do you prefer tonight?”

There were at least a dozen children’s book in Rickon’s room, ranging from fairy tales to folklores, all with beautiful illustrations.

“The werewolf and the dragon prince.” Rickon replied with anticipation, “That’s my favorite one!”

That was Jacaerys’s favorite, too.

“All right.” Jacaerys smiled, reaching over to pick up the illustrated book and opened it on his lap, “Ready?”

Rickon nodded expectantly. Jacaerys brushed some stray curls from the boy’s face and began to read the story of a dragon prince venturing into the dark woods and befriended a long lost clan of werewolves. Rickon was fast asleep before the dragon prince could made it to the wolf’s den.

Jacaerys gently closed the book and dimmed the light, leaving only a small light source in case the boy woke up at night. Jace would kiss the boy on the forehead if Rickon were one of his younger brothers, but he had to remind himself that Rickon was not his family. It would be inappropriate and felt like trespassing if he got too intimate with the boy.

Jacaerys closed Rickon’s bedroom door behind him with a soft click and headed for the kitchen. The house was dark, indicating that Rickon’s father had not come home yet. Cregan Stark was a busy man, and it was normal for him to work late into the night. You had to sacrifice something in order to run the biggest technology company in the realm, after all. For Cregan, he had to give up his family time, even his wife, who had filed for divorce and moved out, and that was why Cregan was in need of a nanny to look after his son when he was gone.

Jacaerys was the perfect candidate for the job. He was the eldest of five siblings, well-experienced with children, especially little boys. He lived near the Stark house, a short 15-minutes’ walk, so it was easier for him to come to the house on a short notice. Also, he was a post-graduate student, highly intelligent and extremely patient, so Cregan did not have to hire another home teacher for the boy. For Jace, the job fit him just fine. He got along with Rickon, and he could have a quiet night to study after the boy fell asleep, not having to listen to his neighbor’s ugly moan when they jerked off or the nasty curse when they lost a game.

Jace poured himself a cup of tea and opened his laptop. He really needed to finish reading the materials for the lecture next week. Jace was on his third cup of tea and second energy bar when the door was pushed open, entering a tall and muscular figure wrapped in a puff jacket, scarf and beanie. Cregan was a strong guy, so this outfit only made him more towering and muscular, more like a bear than a wolf. Jacaerys could never understand why Cregan insisted on parking his car three blocks away and ran the way home in such cold weather. Cregan said it was a good exercise for his lungs, but Jacaerys never fully believed him.

“Hello,” Cregan greeted Jace cheerfully, “I assume my son has fallen asleep already?”

“Yes.” Jacaerys replied, “It’s past midnight, Cregan. Every boy Rickon’s age should be fast asleep by now.”

“He always behaves so well around you.” Cregan shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the couch casually before entering the kitchen to wash his hands and get some tea, “He’s a total menace when you are not here. He wouldn't go to bed last Saturday and I had to promise him a vacation to Dorne in the summer and ten private museum tours.”

“Maybe he just likes me better.” Jacaerys joked. Contrary to most people’s belief, Jacaerys was not as serious as he looked. Granted his sense of humor could be considered dry in common standards, but Cregan found it charming. In fact, he found everything about Jace charming, from the young man’s intelligence, diligence, strong sense of responsibility, to his handsome features, relatively small but toned body (do not ask how Cregan knew it) and those pink lips that looked so soft and kissable.

“Perhaps.” Cregan said, pouring milk and sugar into his tea as if his life depended on it, “I like you very much, so maybe Rickon takes after me.”

Jacaerys’s smile disappeared, replaced by something unreadable.

“We talked about this, Cregan.” Jacaerys lowered his voice, as if he feared there were ears in the wall, “You are married. I am your son’s sitter. We cannot-”

“I am going through a divorce, Jace.” Cregan said, stopping at the high chair where Jacaerys sat, “And Rickon is sleeping, so technically, you are off duty now.”

Jacaerys could smell the aftershave from Cregan, fresh woody scent with a hint of musk, reminding him of a cozy cabin in the snow. Cregan always made him feel cozy, like sitting beside a burning hearth. Chatting with the Stark had become Jace’s favorite pastime, and he had grown very fond of the man, but it didn't mean he could cross the line. Call him a conservative, but it just didn't feel right to develop a relationship with your employer, no matter how much Jace wanted it.

“Relax.” Cregan said, stopping right behind Jace, “I haven’t done anything inappropriate yet.”

“You shouldn’t.” Jacaerys replied, but somehow, he didn't struggle when a pair of strong arms snaked around his waist.

Cregan chuckled, resting his chin on Jace’s shoulder, his little stubble stinging the sensitive skin on Jace’s neck. Cregan felt cold, but warm at the same time. The feeling was too complicated to describe. Jace had never felt anything like this before, the slight tingling creeping up his spine, the clench of his stomach, and the lump in his throat.

“It’s up to me to decide, isn't it?” Cregan whispered in Jace’s ear, brushing his lips against Jace’s cute earlobe.

“Cregan-”

Jace never had the chance to finish his sentence, for Cregan had sealed their lips together into a passionate kiss. It was not the first time they kissed, but it was the first time Cregan’s tongue sneaked into Jace’s mouth. Cregan tasted just like how Jace had imagined it, fresh like the fresh air of a crisp winter morning and warm like a cup of hot liquor. Jacaerys should push the man away. He really should, but his mind was too clouded by the caffeine and intense reading that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just placed his hand on Cregan’s strong chest, but didn’t push.

“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this,” Cregan whispered as they parted to catch their breath, “and what kind of nasty thoughts are on my mind whenever I see you.”

“Pervert.” Jace murmured, his cheeks burning, “I am your son’s sitter!”

“You like me doing perverted things, don’t you?” Cregan’s large hand slipped into Jace’s sweater, roaming on the young man’s smooth skin and stopping at his nipple, “Or you won’t be like this.”

Cregan teased Jace’s stiff nipple with his fingers, pressing, pinching, and embedding his nails into the flesh. Jace jolted in surprise, breathy moans escaping his lips.

“Cregan, we really shouldn’t.” Jace tried again, but his words were powerless.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.” Cregan lifted his head from Jace’s neck, and looked straight into the young man’s soft brown eyes, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

How could Jacaerys tell him to stop? Cregan felt so warm, their bodies pressing tightly together, so perfectly matched like two matching puzzle pieces. Jacaerys liked Cregan. No, hell, he fancied Cregan, from the moment he came to the house to interview for the nanny’s job. Jacaerys tried to keep his affection hidden, for he felt embarrassed and guilty that he had developed feelings for his married employer who happened to be a guy.

Jacaerys was the first to break eye contact. He couldn’t look at Cregan’s eyes anymore, so honest and open, as if making out in the kitchen when his son was fast asleep in the room was absolutely normal. Jace didn’t struggle when Cregan’s hand slipped into his sweatpants.

“You are hard.” Cregan observed, wrapping the bulge between Jacaerys’s legs in his large palm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You are, too.” Jacaerys said, more like a retort. He reached down to Cregan’s pants and mirrored the large man’s gesture, amazed at how large Cregan was. Jacaerys was not some pillow princess. Once he had made up his mind, he would do everything within his power to enjoy the moment. And now, he had made up his mind to fuck Cregan tonight.

Fuck moral standards. Fuck appropriateness.

“For you.” Cregan wrapped his free arm around Jace’s tiny waist and lifted the young man up onto the counter, and settled between Jace’s legs.

Jace instinctively wrapped his legs around Cregan, pressing their groins together, their hard cocks making first contact through Jace’s sweatpants and Cregan’s jeans. Even through layers of fabric, Jace could feel Cregan’s pulsing cock so much that he couldn’t help but swallow, anticipation slowly building inside him.

They kissed again, eagerly taking off each other’s clothes. Soon Jacaerys was sitting on the counter completely naked, his butt against the cool surface, his laptop and coursework completely forgotten. Cregan had taken off his shirt and his jeans were half way down his legs, exposing his massive cock and the thick bush in his groin. Cregan’s body hair was just as dark as his hair, a little rough to the touch like his stubbles, which Jacaerys just adorned.

“Fuck, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” Cregan marveled, pumping Jace’s cock with one hand and groping the young man’s tight ass with the other.

“You are more romantic than I expected.” Jace joked, sweat dripping down his curls onto Cregan’s lips, which Cregan licked clean immediately.

“I want to fuck you.” Cregan said, always so open and honest that Jace found it cute.

“Okay.” Jace nodded, opening his legs a little more.

“Okay?” Cregan asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What? Are you backing down now, Mr. Stark?” Jace chuckled, deliberately calling Cregan by the man’s family name, as if they were nothing more than employer and employee.

“No. OF course not.” Cregan flipped Jace over and covered the young man with his large form, “You cannot get rid of me now, Jace.”

Jacaerys had no such intention, but Cregan would have to wait to hear him confess.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Not a question, just a headcanon

Ada, as the CEO of her jewellery company and Leon as her bodyguard and secret lover cause he doesn't want anyone to think he's using her for her money.

ooooooooo

ada as ceo but also designer, she has so many things to do for her job and because of how successful she is, she also needs protection. she hires leon purely because he was the best at his job, she didn't mind that he was attractive either but didn't really talk to him that much at first

she frankly thought he was a bit too good at his job, he was very to the book, continually doing his job how he needed to so she didn't complain

he starts to keeps an eye on her even if he's not working

ada hired other bodyguards as well, leon needed time off too

but the other ones complained about ada a lot sometimes. she would run off somewhere and they wouldn't be able to find her!!! (this is bad for their jobs!!)

they would complain to each other- that ada was cold to them, often times even a bit rude, but they chalk that up to her being "too rich," to really know what it's like for other working class people

leon figures that ada was never that mean to him, so he just thinks maybe she was having a bad day with the other bodyguards.

eventually ada only asks for leon, and he doesn't mind

it's super late one night, leon just brought her home and he was about to just check on her one last time for the night- but he walks in on her accidentally, she was in the bath or something and he just, covers his eyes, "oh, my apologies Miss Wong."

she's still covered by bubbles, but just sighs, probably stressed about everything in her life

"is there anything i can do to assist you?" "if you could order dinner for me soon?" "understood." "order something for yourself also."

leon's surprised, but nods and turns away and leaves to go do that.

he doesn't really know what to order for himself, he's not really hungry so he just orders ada like her usual dinner... maybe something french and fancy and he just orders himself a burger and fries

their dinners are delivered and ada's out of the bath now. her face bare of makeup and her hair is wet along the tips. just a silky robe is wrapped tightly around her waist, her long legs exposed underneath. she sits at the large dining table and laughs when she sees leon with the fast food bag and the fancy bag for herself.

"you ordered yourself a burger?"

"well, i usually don't eat while on the clock..."

"eat dinner with me."

"what?"

she's already digging into the bags, stealing a few fries from his bag. he sits near her in the corner of the large table. he tries a bit of her dinner. finding the flavours a lot more refined and distinct. but he still mostly eats his burger. she asks him a few things but he mostly just answers politely, he's not meant to talk a lot while working (it makes him distracted)

after dinner, she yawns a bit and heads to bed without another word. leon just signs off for the night and heads to bed as well. (he stays in her penthouse suite as well unless he has a day off)

the next day, he wakes up and heads down to meet ada and start his work day and ada's already in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, a sleek form fitting power suit with maybe a plunging neckline and sparkly necklace (from her line! hehe) and some dangly earrings also. they're red diamonds and sparkle and contrast well with her outfit. her hair is sleek, her makeup perfect. her lipstick print faintly staining the rim of her ceramic cup.

"ready for today?" she asks and gathers up her birkin??(would she be a birkin girlie? or prada??? chanel? dior???) and slim briefcase with laptop and heads on out after finishing up her coffee. leon follows swiftly, helping out out of her penthouse and towards her office building??? and towards some meetings and also to work on some designs for a new collection

leon can't deny that he's attracted to her, i mean who wouldn't be? but he keeps things extremely professional-

until he finds it hard to keep being professional around her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

they start sharing dinners more, sometimes breakfast, always after ada asks. she starts to ask more and more of him. and he obliges

until! one night things start to get a bit too hot and heavy, they had dinner, ada slipped into the bath. she changes into a soft sexy set of bra and panties.

he's gotten more comfortable around her- the other guards are def already thinking they're sleeping together, but they haven't yet. YET.

she asks him what he thinks of what she's wearing. he can't even say what he wants to say which is like, "fuckfuckfuckfuck" he just ends up saying, "you look... uhhhhhhh." "speechless huh?" "you look.. perfect." they do flirt a bit, especially since leon starts to get the idea that ada's actually interested in him. (aso cause leon's stupid)

but she teases him a lot, pushing him onto the edge of her bed. straddling his thighs, teasing him with a kiss on his cheek. "good night handsome," and she lifts herself off of him and heads to her walk in closet or something while leon rushes out towards the spare bedroom and just FURIOUSLY MASTUR

this repeats and ada eventually catches him. finding him sitting on his bed, just stroking his cock and whimpering and whining to himself. she hears him whining her name and just giggles to herself. he scrambles to hide himself but the damage is done

"are you stroking your cock and thinking about me?"

"show me what you do."

"what are you imagining? that i'm doing this?" she asks with a tilt of her head, she lowers herself onto her knees and perches her manicured fingers onto his thighs. her eyes going back and forth from his eyes and his bulging cock. he pumps himself so slowly, the head leaking more precum since he can't even control himself, seeing ada watching him.

"use your words leon."

when he doesn't answer, she just leans in and kitten licks the tip of his cock. he JUST CUMS FROM THAT.

"hmmm, already?"

she just trails her finger along the head and shaft, collecting his cum and tastes a bit of it against her tongue.

she just hums, her lips upturning and gets up and leaves. she probably goes to bed a bit huUHHHHghugh and fingers herself to sleep but also feeling a bit dissatisfied since she hasn't had a partner/bf in a few years. leon's JUST right there, so she's maybe like- well...

BUT HE'S TOO PROFESSIONAL! he won't do it. in the morning he apologizes for being so unprofessional and swears it won't happen again. he'll even resign if he has to.

but she says she'll double his pay. he can't accept that, he won't.

so things kind of fall back into normalcy. but ada's so bored now that leon won't break his professionalism. ada tries to go on date with someone but leon doesn't want to work that shift. instead he tries to go date someone else too. both dates fail miserably, ada's only wanting her money, and leon's just because they could tell his date could tell he was hung up over ada.

the next time they see each other they're both in bad mood. frustrated in more ways than one. ada's struggling with the new collection and leon's also just trying to be professional still. he declines to her dinners but also feels bad because she's obviously lonely. she puts on front and pretends she's fine but she does miss his company. she ends up heading to his bedroom one night and he's still up, maybe just thinking and can't sleep. "can't sleep either?" she nods and makes her way over to his bed. she sits on the edge for a while. nothing said between them both.

"would you like me to make a tea for you?"

she's just wearing a silk robe, tied around her waist. this one much longer so it hides more of her legs. he doesn't stop her when she moves over on his bed and straddles herself over his strong thighs. he swallows though, realizing he's only wearing boxer briefs underneath the blanket. ada slowly ghosts her fingertips along his chest and neck. leon rests his hands on her hips. stifling any noise from his lips and stares hungrily at her.

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Photograph

Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

Word count- 4.2k

Includes- risque photo shoot, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary, taking pictures during sex, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jin POV

"Are you kidding?", I ask my best friend

I'm completely shocked that she'd ask me this

"No I'm not kidding Jinnie. I trust you and I'd rather you do it than some stranger"

"You do know I've never done this before? I photograph fashion shows, not model shoots"

"Yeah but you know what you're doing. You had to take classes on all kinds of photography when you were in school right?"

I did

I could do what she's asking

But it's her

It's...weird

"Jin please? I don't want some stranger taking these kind of pictures. I feel comfortable with you"

I know she's comfortable with me

We've been friends since we were toddlers

I just didn't know she was this comfortable with me

"Why do you want this kind of pictures anyway?"

She sighs, "My agent said I needed riskier pictures to show agencies and photographers that I'm up for modeling anything. She suggested lingerie and nudes"

Her agent suggested this?

Jesus

"Look, I'll pay you as if I hired you. We can be professional and pretend we're not friends"

I snort, "You're not paying me"

She raises her eyebrow, "Yes I am. This is a legit photoshoot Jinnie. It's your job. I want high quality photos. And I'm not taking anything for free"

I scoff, a little insulted, "You think I wouldn't give you high quality pictures for free?"

"I know you would Jinnie but I can't let you do it for free. You're taking your time that could be used for another shoot. You're using your materials and equipment that can be used for legit work. I'm paying you"

"No you're not"

She's insane if she thinks she's gonna pay me

I do lots of photography for our friends for free all the time

I'm especially not going to take money from her

"Jin"

"That's the deal", I interrupt, "If you want me to do this, I will but I'm doing it for free. You never have to pay me for anything Jo. Never"

She huffs, crossing her arms, "Fine. Thank you"

I nod, "Where so you want to do this?"

"Uh couch I guess. I want tasteful pictures, not porno ones on a bed"

Yeah I doubt I could keep a hard on from forming if it was on a bed

As it is it's going to be so hard to not get hard

Especially with my feelings for her

Yes it's the cliche falling in love with your best friend trope

I just fell hard when we were teenagers and it's always been her

Yes I've had girlfriends but I've never loved any of them

And she's completely oblivious

She's like that with most things but when it comes to me she's completely blind about my feelings although I tried to make her aware of it without saying it

I eventually gave up and figured she doesn't see me like that

It sucks but I don't know what I can do

Nothing now because she's seeing someone

Not a boyfriend but a guy she's been dating

Pisses me off but whatever

If she's happy, I'm happy for her

"Alright then", I tell her, "You should go get ready and I'll set up everything"

She nods, "Thanks Jinnie"

"Sure Jo. Anything for you. You know that"

She smiles, taking my breath away then leaves to her room

I let out a breath, telling myself that this is just like any job

Yeah right

How I'm gonna do this I don't know but I will, for her

While she's getting ready, I pull out my camera, laptop and all the equipment I need

Her couch is near a window and I pull the curtains back, deciding to try to use natural light

If it doesn't work, I'll set up the lights

On my camera, I make sure the battery is full and switch the SD card to a blank one

I take a few pictures to make sure everything is working and clear

"Uh Jinnie? Are you ready?"

"Yeah Jo, I'm rea-"

My words die on my lips as I stare at her

I don't know where to look

At her big boobs in the small bra, the tiny panties, the stomach piece attached to panties or the strings attached to garters around both thighs

I had no clue she had her belly pierced or a big tattoo on the right side of her body

'Stop staring!', I yell at myself

I avert my eyes to her beautiful face, her eyes done in pretty eye makeup, her lips glossy

Fuck me

"You ok Jinnie?"

"Yeah. Fine", I say

I'm so not fine

"Let's start", I say, wanting to get this over with

She nods, getting to the couch and sitting on it

She puts her arm on the arm rest, leaning against it, her long brown hair falling over her shoulder

She looks at me and I swallow hard, raising the camera and taking the picture

She moves and I take picture after picture of her

Of her in the same position but laying her head on the arm rest

Of her leaning back against the couch

Of her sitting with her legs tucked under her

Of her sitting with her back to me, looking over her shoulder, a small smirk on her face

Another where she's laying on her side, looking innocently into the camera

Another of her laying on her back, one arm above her head, biting her lip

And each one makes me harder and harder and I hope to God she doesn't notice

"We got lots of good shots", I tell her

She nods, "Great. Should I take the lingerie off?"

"I uh...sure"

"Well should I just take it off or are you going to take pictures while I do? Would those be good shots"

Christ, she's trying to kill me

"Yeah I could do that. They'd be nice shots"

She nods, unbuckling the strings on the garders, peeling off the stomach piece

Then she takes off the garders from around her pretty thighs

I'm taking pictures of everything she's doing and hyperventilating at the same time

'Be professional', I yell at myself

I have to pretend this isn't the girl I want

I have to pretend this is a stranger who booked me

I have to stay professional

She reaches around her back and the next thing I know, she's pulling the bra down, her big perky breasts exposed

Oh my god

She drops the bra, then stands up, pulling down the strings of her panties, slowly taking them off

They pool at her ankle and she steps out of them

I choke on air, seeing her completely naked

She's fucking gorgeous

Perfect

And her pussy is so fucking pretty, so small

She sits on the couch and I take pictures of her doing similar poses to the ones where she was dressed

She lays down on her back, and I move closer, taking a picture from above, a small smile on her face

I swallow hard, lowering the camera and checking the picture

My eyes move from the camera screen to her lower stomach, right above her pretty pussy

Biting my lip, I can't tear my eyes from that piece of skin

I don't even know that I'm touching her until I see my hand run over her skin

Shit

I snatch my hand away, cursing myself but at the same time loving how soft and smooth she felt

I need to get a grip

I feel her hand on mine, my eyes moving up to hers

She puts my hand back on the same spot

"You can touch", she says so softly

I can what?

Did I hear her right?

She sits up a little, taking my camera and gently placing it on the floor

Then she takes my other hand and puts it on her chest between her breasts

My heart is pounding in my chest and my brain is not working

"You can touch if you want", she repeats

Her words finally penetrate my brain and my hands move on their own

I run one hand down her body, feeling her skin tremble under my touch

Fuck

Moving to her thighs, I slowly move my hands up, reveling in the way her skin feels

Getting to her breasts, I wrap my hands around them, squeezing softly

My gaze moves to her face and I'm completely in shock at seeing her eyes closed, biting her lip and what seems like pleasure on her face

Getting braver, I lean down, kissing the skin between her breasts

I almost don't believe what I'm hearing when she lets out a soft moan

"More Jinnie"

I can do that

I press more kisses on her skin, feeling it tremble beneath my lips

Moving to her nipple, I lick it, feeling it get hard under my tongue

"Mmm Jinnie"

I lick that nipple a few times then switch to her other, licking that one slowly

Once it's hard, I suck it in my mouth, tugging and playing with it

"Oh fuck Jin! Yes baby"

Hear her fuels me to keep going and I suck on her nipple like I can't get enough, rubbing the other with my hand

I play with her nipples for a little, listening to her soft moans

Then I press kiss after kiss to her skin, down her gorgeous body, my hands moving down slowly, more soft moans spilling from her lips

I can't believe this is happening

I stop right above her pussy, thinking kissing there would be going too far

She however, runs her hand in my hair asking, "Please"

Looking up at her, I ask, "Are you sure?"

She nods

Ok then

I press a soft kiss on the top of her pussy, loving how it feels under my lips

I kiss her a few more times, opening her legs as I move lower, feeling how wet she is under my lips

God I just want to eat her pussy

Looking up at her, I ask, "Can I taste you?"

"Yes Jinnie. Please"

Without saying anything, I lay my tongue on her pussy and slowly lick up

Groaning against her, I taste her and fuck she tastes incredible

I knew she would

"Jinnie!", she cries and fuck I love the sound of my name in her voice

"Wanna make you cum", I murmur, licking her again

"Yes yes yes", she yells

Thank god

Pushing her legs open more, I bury my tongue in her, swirling everywhere, running along her slit

"Jin! Oh my fucking god! Jin!"

Moaning against her, I grip her thighs hard as I roll my tongue over her clit

"Yes Jin! There! Fuck there!", she cries

Moving my tongue fast, I lick her throbbing bump over and over

As I do that, I move my hand and start pushing two fingers in

"Oh my god! Jin! Fuck Jin!"

As I sink my fingers in, I feel her tiny tight pussy suck them in

God she's so fucking wet it's all over my hand

I move my fingers in and out, slowly at first, picking up speed every few thrusts

She loudly cries my name over and over and I've never had a girl respond to me this way

Never this loud, never yelling my name like she is

I really like it

I'm making her feel really good, I always wanted to and I'm achieving it

Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck hard and fast, her screams so loud in the room

Her clit is throbbing so hard against my lips, each pulse sending pleasure straight to my hard cock

Still moving my fingers inside her, I feel a soft spot and I press down on it

"Fuck!", she cries, her body arching slightly

Got her spot

I move my mouth faster, slurping on her small clit while I rub her spot over and over

Her hand plunges in my hair, pulling as she screams my name

"Jin! Jin!"

Her pussy pulses so fast, so hard as she cums, her legs shaking around my head

I finger and suck her through it, feeling my hand get fucking drenched

When it's over, I move back and pull my fingers out of her

I gape at how creamy her cum is

It's all over my hand and I immediately put my fingers in her mouth, tasting her

Oh my fucking god

So good, so sweet

I need more

Pushing her legs to her chest, I tell her, "Hold your legs"

She does and I look down at her pretty pussy

Spreading her lips, I lick along her entrance, cleaning up all her cum

I need more

Circling her hole a few times, I plunge my tongue inside her

"Fuck!", she yells, clenching around my tongue immediately, making me moan

Pulling my tongue out, I shove it back in over and over, tongue fucking her little pussy

"Jinnie! Oh my god! Don't stop! Baby!", she cries

That's not a problem as I'm not stopping anytime soon

Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I continue to fuck my tongue into her, loving the way she tightens around my tongue, the way she's creaming my mouth

"I'm gonna cum!", she yells, her body starting to shake

I wiggle my tongue in as much as I can just as she throbs hard, her cream coating my mouth

I swallow eagerly, licking back in for more

"Baby. So fucking good", I moan

"Fuck Jin"

Reluctantly I move away when she finishes only to be so shocked when her hand grabs my shirt and pulling me against her, her lips crashing into mine

Fucking fireworks go off in my vision, my heart beating so fast as I kiss her

She leans back down, taking me with her, her arms wrapping around my body

I go with it, slipping my tongue in her mouth, hers playing with mine

I feel her hands go under my shirt, softly touching me, my skin going crazy, trembling and shuddering

God her small hands feel so fucking good

As her fingers travel up my back, she takes my shirt along until she separates from me for the second it takes to get my shirt off

She throws it on the floor, her arms wrapping around my neck, kissing me passionately

Laying on top of her, my skin touches hers and it feels fucking incredible

As I kiss her, her hands continue to touch me, sliding down from my neck, down my body to my hips where she starts pushing my sweatpants and boxers down

She gets them a little down my thighs and I help her, pushing and kicking them off, our lips never parting

Her legs open widely, letting me lay between them

Her hand wraps around my dick, jerking me off softly

"Fuck", I moan against her lips

"I need you Jinnie"

Pulling away from her lips, I look at her in shock

"Www...what?"

"I need you", she repeats

"Uh where?"

She lets go of me, taking my hand and putting it against her cunt

"Here. I need your big cock buried inside me, need you to fuck me"

"I...I....uh...", I stammer, my brain not functioning

"Please? Fuck I wanted you for so long baby", she whispers

What!

What the fuck is she saying?

"Please Jinnie, just once. Let me have you once"

I nod, crashing my mouth against hers

As I kiss her deeply, I move her legs around my waist, the head of my cock pushing into her tiny hole

She cries out as I sink into her, spreading her hole around my length

"Oh my fucking god. So tight princess", I gasp

Her pussy latches onto my cock so tightly, sucking me in as I move inside her, spasming so pleasurably, soaking every inch of my shaft

"Fuck Jin. You're so fucking hard baby. God you feel so fucking good", she cries, clinging onto me, "Please fuck me baby. I need you to fuck me right now"

"I will princess. I'll fuck you so good you won't want any other cock but mine", I promise her

I start moving, slamming into her cunt hard over and over, feeling her tiny hole split around my dick

It feels incredible, I can't believe it

I can't believe this is happening

I can't believe I'm inside her, can't believe it's my name she's screaming, that she's begging me to fuck her harder

I thrust in, moving my tip right into where I think her spot is

"Seokjin! Oh my fuck!", she cries, her body shuddering and I think I found it

Sitting up, I hold her legs open, looking down and watching the sight of my cock moving in her

Her pussy is creaming my cock so much, it's fucking pouring from her, making a huge mess

"Your pussy looks so fucking pretty stuffed with my cock", I tell her, "God, your tiny hole is straining to fit me in"

"It feels so good baby", she moans, "Fuck, I love your big thick cock"

I can't believe she's saying this to me or that's she's enjoying it this much

Her hands grip my wrists hard as I pound into her again and again

"Fuck so pretty", I murmur, watching her hole throb around me, "Would be such a pretty picture"

"Take one", she whimpers

My head snaps up, my eyes on her

"Take one?"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out, "Take a picture of your cock inside me. Take whatever pictures you want. Just don't stop fucking me"

"Are you sure?", I ask

"Yes Jinnie. I trust you"

Stopping my movements but staying buried in her, I lean over and grab my camera from the floor

My hands shake as I turn it on, focusing the lens on my dick completely inside her, her swollen lips wrapped around me so snugly

Snapping the shutter, the camera makes the sound that indicates a photo was taken

"Spread your lips for me princess", I ask

Her fingers move, holding her swollen pussy lips open

"Oh fuck", I whimper, taking a picture of her straining hole around my dick

Pulling back I move in slowly, taking picture after picture of her hole getting wider and wider the more I get in

My head hits her spot and she whines, shivering

Taking her hand, I put it on her clit

"Play for me princess. Make yourself cum on my cock"

Her fingers start moving rapidly, rubbing circles on her clit

Her pussy immediately throbs faster, clenching my cock repeatedly

I take a picture, focusing on her hand playing with her clit

Then I take a wider view of my cock inside her while she plays with herself

"So pretty baby"

She breathes faster, getting tighter and tighter, the pleasure amazing

I start grinding inside her, right against her spot to help her get closer

"Jinnie", she cries, "Oh god Jin! You feel so good baby. Fuck, I love your cock"

Her body shakes, her hand moving like lightening, her cream leaking around us

I take picture after picture of her pretty stuffed pussy, while watching her bring herself right there

Pushing her hand off her, I replace it with mine, rubbing her clit while I pull back a little then slam back in

"Seokjin!", she screams, her orgasm starting, her cunt choking my cock, sending me into fucking intense bliss

My eyes move to her body, her face and mouth drops at how stunning she is while she cums

I immediately lift the camera taking picture after picture of her- her body arching, her head pushed back into the couch, pleasure all over her face, her eyes closed, her mouth screaming my name

I can't believe I'm seeing her cum

Hell, I can't believe I made her cum

It's like a dream and if it is one I never want to wake up

As she finishes, her body relaxes into the couch, her breathing ragged

Moving my attention back to her cunt, I slowly pull out, capturing photos of her cream coating my cock

My head slides out of her but she creamed so much that there's a string of cum still connecting my head to her hole

It's so hot and of course I need a picture of it

After taking it, she sits up, pushing me backwards until I'm sitting against the arm of the couch

She climbs on top of me, getting my cock in her hole, taking me in and sitting against my skin

I look up at her as she brushes hair out of my face, her arms moving around my neck

She smiles, then presses her lips against mine

I put the camera down then wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as I eagerly kiss her

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do after this

I had her amazing kisses, I don't know how I'm going to go without them

Her tongue slips in my mouth as she starts bouncing slowly on me

With each bounce, she moves faster and faster, pleasure blasting in my body

Her hand moves into the back of my hair, pulling my head back, her soft lips pressing kiss after kiss to my neck as she rides me perfectly

The pleasure is insane, my hand gripping her hips, helping her slide up my cock and slamming her back down

"Fuck princess. Feels so good", I whimper, her tongue licking a spot on my neck

"No baby, you feel good Jinnie. Fuck, I knew you'd feel this good", she murmurs against my skin, "I knew you'd be perfect for me"

I knew she's be perfect for me too

As her words sink into my brain, I realize what she's saying

It sounds like she's saying she thought about us like this before

But that's impossible

She never said anything about any feelings for me

Nor acted like she has any

She moves harder, jumping up and down my cock, her cunt flooding my entire lap, pussy so tight, so clenching

"Please Jinnie, want you"

"You have me baby", I tell her

"No Jinnie. Want you always", she says softly, leaning her forehead against my neck, pressing kisses at the base of my neck and sending shivers down my spine, "I can't only be with you once. Not now. Not now that I know how you feel"

"You have me baby. I promise"

She shakes her head, murmuring in my neck, "I don't Jinnie. I love you so much and you don't love me. You'll never be mine"

My heart explodes in happiness asy brain absorbes that she loves me

We love each other and I'll be damned if she's not going to be mine

Lifting her head, I look in her eyes and seeing love in them as she looks at me takes my breath away

"You have me princess", I repeat, "Always. I love you"

Her eyes widen, surprise in them, "You do?"

I nod, "I love you so much. We don't have to be apart anymore"

She nods, "Ok baby"

"Ok princess", I smile before pulling her to me, kissing her sweet lips

As she kisses me, her tongue against mine, she moves along my cock, taking me so well

She breaks the kiss, leaning to my ear, "Cum for me Jinnie"

"Fuck princess"

"Please baby. Wanna be filled with your cum"

Oh my fuck

I didn't know that I'd love hearing her ask for my cum as much as I do

"I will baby but I need you to cum first", I murmur, slamming her up and down my length, "Cum for my cock and I'll fill you right up"

Bringing her down, I hit her spot and she screams my name, coming all over me

"Fuck baby!", I cry, ecstacy filling me from her orgasm, throwing me into my orgasm

Holding her down on my dick, I cry her name, spilling into her waiting pussy

"Yes Jinnie", she urges, "Fuck you feel so good when you cum. Give me everything baby"

"Fuck Jo", I moan, her words making everything better

"Want it all Jinnie. Gonna milk your cock for all your cum"

Her pussy is doing an amazing job of milking my cock, throbbing and sucking everything I give her

When it's over, I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, out of breath

She touches my cheek softly, smiling at me

"I love you Jinnie. My Jinnie"

I nod

I'm her

Always was, always will be

"I love you Jo. My princess"

"Always", she whispers

"Always", I confirm

I miss her softly, keeping her against me, loving how perfectly she fits into my arms

"Can we cuddle?", she asks when the kiss ends

"Absolutely. But how about we go to your bed for that?"

She nods, "Good idea"

Holding her, I stand up and carry her to her room with her giggling

Getting into her bed, she moves right into my arms, our bodies and limbs tangling, pulling the covers over us

"Mm this feels so good baby", she says

It does

It feels right

"We have to do this all the time", I tell her, running my fingers in her hair

"Absolutely"

Holding her hand up, I kiss the back of it, listening to her giggle

"I love you Jin"

"I love you Jo"

With that she snuggles into me and we lay in comfortable silence and I silently thank her for asking me to take those pictures of her

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Sitting down in an Italian restaurant not far from the airport I'm so conscious of time. I want to spend as much time as I can with Lando but I know we're limited.

"I can't wait until I have you all weekend next week in Monza"

"Well you have me Saturday and Sunday. I could probably bring my laptop and work from Monza on the Monday to have a bit longer with you" I explain trying to work out how we can spend more time together.

"I'll arrange for a private jet if it means I get longer with you" Lando says holding my hand over the table. Things already seem so different to how it was in Miami, I want this to work with Lando and I'm willing to put in every ounce of effort.

"You don't need to arrange a private jet. I'm on a really late flight home so we have all day. However that's next weekend, I want to focus on this weekend" I don't want to spend the full week stressing about leaving Lando next Sunday when we already have so little time together. "I noticed instagram and everywhere going crazy that I was stood with your parents. People are still trying to guess if we're together or not"

"I know I said it but seeing you stood there with my parents was the best feeling ever. When you went to talk to your dad they kept telling me how nice you are. I think because you actually stood having a conversation with them rather than standing saying nothing" Lando tells me with the sweetest smile on his face and I can see how much it means to him.

"Your parents really mean a lot to you don't they?"

"You have no idea. They're the best" seeing a man openly admit his love for his parents and family is such an attractive trait for me "I noticed the fan girls going crazy that you were there. I don't want them to turn on you because you're my girl Lu"

"Lando they can do what they want, honestly they don't bother me. You're my priority not them. Right favourite holiday you've been on?" I ask completely changing the subject.

"What?" Lando asks confused at my sudden shift in conversation.

"We need to lighten the mood. So come on favourite holiday ever?" I ask again.

"Probably Croatia with my family. I hired us a yacht and everyone came out my parents, my sisters, my brother and his wife with the kids. It was just nice to have us all in one place and no one bothering me" the more Lando tells me about his family the more I love the relationship they seem to have "what about you?"

"Don't think I'm just saying this but I think Miami. There was so many people there who mean so much to me it was nice to just take time away from life with everyone. Your turn ask me anything" I say not knowing what I'm getting myself into.

"I already know about the worst date you've had so what about the worst sex you've ever had?"

"Fucking hell Lando you're straight in with controversial questions!" I could easily give Lando an answer but I don't think he wants to hear it. "Do you actually want to know about me having sex with someone else?"

"If it's bad sex then I absolutely want the story then I'll know my competition"

"Weirdo" I laugh deciding to tell Lando the story "me and the girls were in Leeds for a night out and I spotted this lad near us in the club who was quite good looking. Next thing I knew we were kissing in a Photo Booth because it was the closest thing to us. We'd barely had a conversation at this point but decided to leave together and go back to my hotel. He tried to have sex with me in a church yard on the way to the hotel but I point blank said no. It wasn't until we were walking to the hotel I found out his name but once we got there it was basically straight to sex, there was no foreplay or anything, so he's trying to have sex with me and he was so high on cocaine he couldn't stay hard his dick just kept falling out. He asked me to get in the shower with him and I said no considering he couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds then his words were along the lines of do you want to wait there while I go and get viagra. At this point I was completely done. I said no, got dressed and went back out to find my friends"

"Wow" Lando says laughing uncontrollably to the point he's crying "that is horrific! You're so fricking sexy you could make a saint hard and this idiot couldn't keep his dick hard long enough to get you off?"

"Basically" I can't help join in with Lando laughing at how bad the experience was.

"Why did he not at least finger you or eat you out to get you off. It would've been the least he could've done"

"Lando! Any one could hear what you're saying. Once it got to that point I was over it, I was drier than the Sahara Desert I just wanted to meet my friends in popworld for another drink. What about you? Worst experience you've had?" I ask wanting to even the playing field.

"I was seeing a girl once, nothing official but the first time we had sex she just kind of lay there like a corpse. She didn't make any noise or anything it was so off putting then she tried to give me a blow job and it was all teeth. The worst experience ever. I never saw her again after that night" laughing at Lando's equally bad experience I realise I don't have to ever experience bad sex with Lando.

"Well at least I know I give a good blow job" I say with a shrug.

"That you do" moving to sit next to Lando in the booth I lean in and kiss him softly "what was that for?"

"Because I felt like it. You're my race winner and I can kiss you whenever I want" kissing Lando again I run my fingers along his jaw. This evening has been perfect. I would've loved to be staying with Lando but this has been the next best thing. We've sat talking and no one has bothered us. I don't know if it's the cap Lando's wearing to hide his face to prying eyes or if people are just being respectful but it's nice to be left alone.

Leaving Lando at the airport departures I actually feel really teary. I don't want to leave him. I would love nothing more than to change my plans and fly back to Monaco with him tonight so I could have that time away from formula one to see him in his home environment and not a hotel or rented villa. I have no doubt what I see is the real Lando but there's a certain vulnerability that comes with seeing someone at home without any barriers up. My feelings for him are already growing stronger by the second I know for a fact seeing him at home would make me fall in love with him but I need to have my wits about me. Life within formula one is very unpredictable and can change at the drop of a hat.

esmelucia

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esmelucia Zandvoort you were amazing and completely worth the 2:30 am alarm! Flying home the proudest girlfriend tonight 🧡

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fernandoalonso this old man is passed his sell by date now there's a boyfriend 💔

↪️ esmelucia people wonder why I'm dramatic 😂😂 te amo papá

landonorris the best surprise 🧡 (thanks fernandoalonso)

↪️ esmelucia missing you already 🧡

user53 omg Fernando helped her to surprise Lando!

↪️ user92 they're actually really cute together! She was even at the podium with Lando's mum and dad!

[starleska]

Huzzah! Art Fight nears its end, I think. I have survived! As have you!…I hope. I’m pretty sure you survived. <3 I know a lot happened there, but we both did ArtFight stuff! You did stuff! I did stuff! You fought hard! Idk if you’re doing any better or worse than before, and idk if you feel bad about any kind of inactivity, but there’s no need to! You’re alive and that’s what matters! If you want or need to take time away a little longer, you can take as much as you need! I’m sure we all love you and will be here when you’re ready <3

Also, since the “war” is over, or ending, we can go back to drawing whatever we want of whatever quality forever again without any pressure or self-imposed pressure to draw something else goodly! Woe! Art be upon ye!

(…I couldn’t remember where I saw your full lil persona before so I’ve been referencing your tumblr pfp and ArtFight pfp and going by memory sorry-)

…love toaster quality art…Ig that proves my point! Though sending this to myself on discord and screenshotting it may not be a good idea…post art fight delirium my beloved. uh let me just-

SCREAMING!!!! okay okay i have been mulling over how to reply to this for days because i was so just. delighted and overwhelmed with this little blorbo-processing universe you've invented for us!!!! F/O Inc...oh man, what a delightful place to work!!! that really is what it feels like logging into Tumblr Dot Com to yell about some new idiot 😂💖💖💖

but now i'm thinking...what exactly are our jobs? do we do fieldwork? certainly you and i are collectors of f/os, hunting down potential obscure characters for people to get obsessed with...what's the corporate hierarchy here? are our clients other selfshippers, or are they the f/os themselves? i'm cracking up at the idea of it being like one of those matchmaking dating services crossed with a crime drama...Ace Attorney style, people bringing in their woes and desperately hunting for an f/o who'll match them perfectly...!!! 😂😂😂 Client, visibly sweating: "Gosh, I-I never usually do this sort of thing, but...it's been so lonely on my dash recently, and I...I was wondering if you had any new, um...Tumblr Sexymen...to recommend?" You, chain-smoking cigarettes with three hanging out of your mouth: "Sweetheart, you've come to the right place. Take a look at these puppies." You yank a thick file from your drawer and slap it down, open, on the desk. "Now, keep an open mind, toots...but you ever hear about this Once-ler fella?" all of the DETAILS in this art are killing me 🙈🙈🙈 your countless cups of coffee, as if you've been trying to cope with the new freaks i've brought into the office 😭💖💖 the little Employee of the Month photo too, oh my gosh!!! i'm honoured :3c and oh my god the TINY Piers, Ramón and Maxime...!!!!!! FUCK the second i get a new laptop and can draw again i need to add to this universe, thank you for coming up with something so brilliant 🥺💖💖💖 accepting new hires for F/O Inc. today! 😉 and HUGE CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU FOR GETTING TO THE END OF ARTFIGHT FRIEND!!!! 😭💖💖💖 so sorry that July decided to kick me in the metaphorical nuts and i wasn't able to attack you back, but THANK YOU SO MUCH for the wonderful art you made me which i treasure so much 🙈💖💖💖 shortly i'll be compiling all the lovely art i received into a little chart, and i can't wait to show off your work!!! i owe you big time 😉 thank you as well for such a lovely pep talk and all the niceness you've thrown my way 🫂 of course i do feel a bit guilty about needing to take a step back and being so open about the burnout, but it's been a busy month for all of us, haven't it? i think August is going to be really nice and fun :3c anyway this is kickass and i'm so glad to be your colleague at F/O Inc. bahahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[books-and-kids]

My safe families coach (caseworker equivalent) is going to call me today to discuss the details of someone else taking Deshaun. I feel so guilty and inadequate not to be able to finish out his hosting but I can’t figure out a way to. I’m sick and not getting enough sleep, to the point that I felt lightheaded and dizzy last night, but I could grit my teeth and make it through that for 2 more weeks. The problem is work. He’s not allowed back to daycare until he tests negative and is symptom free for 5 days. That’s totally reasonable from daycare’s perspective, but he’s still coughing and very snotty so I suspect it will be many days until he meets that criteria. And while hes home I can only half-work. He needs constant access to me. I’m wearing him in the carrier for many hours each day, but he won’t accept that all day and the rest of the time he has to be near me, climbing all over my lap. If I ignore him he cries. If I try to type, he grabs at the laptop. I can take some calls, but it’s a crapshoot what his mood will be like. Yesterday I had an important external call that I had to take off camera and mic, listening to someone else explain my work while Deshaun screamed in the background.

My job has been incredibly flexible and supportive but it’s been a week (we tested positive last Thursday night) and I don’t want to push it. Right now is busy for me also — I’m leading an important project with a firm deadline based on external factors we can’t change, and it’s already behind schedule. If I don’t finish my pieces of it within the next 1-2 weeks, it won’t happen in time.

There’s just no slack. If daycare is out as the childcare option, there’s nothing left. No partner to trade off childcare with. I’m not allowed to hire a babysitter (safe families would require them to be certified, there’s no prudent parenting standard), and even if I was I can’t imagine finding someone who’d risk getting sick, and even if I could I couldn’t afford it. I have family in the area, but nobody who’d volunteer to babysit a sick child while I work. (Mostly when I hear about people with that kind of family support it’s from their mom, and my mom is dead.)

What am I missing? I know single parents exist and manage sick kids. Do they accept the need to take significant PTO and the limits that places on their ability to perform at work? Do they accept getting no sleep so they can catch up on work after the baby is asleep? I guess if I was truly committed I’d do some combination of those things. Am I a terrible person because I’m not willing to? (I should also say — my job is really important to me. I work for a nonprofit doing the most important work I can think of. In terms of helping people, my job does that more than hosting does. And, I’m in my early career and I want to build my reputation as a top performer. I know there are different considerations for different people.)

Of the three hostings I’ve done that involved daycare, all three have had kids home unexpectedly. Charlie was home for a day and played independently and it went fine. Bella was home for 7 consecutive work days and it wasn’t great, but she watched a lot of Barbie Dreamtopia and we muddled through. Now with Deshaun, today is the 5th consecutive work day (one day off and then 4 days working while also caring for him). Is that level of daytime childcare need typical in yalls experience? If I’m not able to manage it, does that mean I’m not cut out for hosting and should stop doing it?

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Steven Stone and his S/O living together headcanons

first headcanon of the year, so yall know it's gotta be with my boi steven!

just some cute domestic fluff. gn! reader, not proofread lol

Enjoy!

When Steven asked you to move in

Randomly one rainy day as you watched a movie

Cuddled up on his couch in Mossdeep

You couldn’t even fathom saying no

It meant a lot, him offering you his space, his time, for the foreseeable future

And it just solidified how strongly he felt for you

Plus, it was such a quaint litte home by the sea!!

Steven… well he’s never really lived with someone before

Sure, he’s lived with his father

But that was when he was a kid, in a huge mansion, with a flurry of nannies and maids

Totally different to two adults moving in together

So it’s definitely an adjustment

Though he’s still very excited!

His cupboards are so bare oml

In terms of both food and cooking utensils

You’ve barely placed your first moving box

Before you’ve dashed to the nearest grocery store

And bought a cart’s worth of pantry and freezer staples

(You’re also gone ahead and ordered MANY kitchen gadgets, that Delibird should be here with them by tomorrow)

Despite Steven insisting that it’s your home now

He pays for practically everything related to your house

He’s such a sly bastard about it too

Like he keeps ‘forgetting’ to set you up with one of the bills

Or he already has his card out by the time your cashier is done ringing up your shopping

While it is very nice to be looked after financially

Especially by such a stunning male specimen

You still want to contribute, even in a minor way

He does eventually relent and let you pay for the PokeStarFlix subscription and some milk sometimes

The house has a very specific feel to it

Fresh, slightly sweet, slightly salty air

Always a touch cold

Tidy and spare, but still cosy

Noticeably warmer and homier since you’ve moved in

Steven definitely likes having someone who cooks in the house

Whether you only know how to make ramen or are basically a god in the kitchen

There is just something just so wonderful about a homemade meal to him

Especially by the person he loves most in the world <3

You know he’ll be hugging you from behind as you tend to something on the stove

While he is forbiddenfrom even touching the oven

He does try help out by cutting veggies or doing the wash-up after

Of course, he would never pressure, or even expect, you to cook for him

He’s more than willing to take you out for dinner or have something delivered

Even hire a chef for a day

You think that last option is a little much but you appreciate the sentiment

Surprisingly, despite Steven being a wealthy heir and all that

He’s actually quite… competent about looking after himself and his space??

He cleans up after himself

Vacuums, dusts, mops, etc.

Even does his own laundry

He LOVES his steamer

Though most of his stuff is dry-clean only so his washing machine is not used too often

At first, Steven is firm on keeping his office as his space only

He has a lot of paperwork to do and rocks to inspect

You don’t mind, since you get the run of the rest of the house

This rule doesn’t last long however

He’s quickly come to love just having you around

He’s lowkey clingy like that

Your presence is so comforting to him

So, he starts encouraging you to come sit in his office

“It’s a quiet place to read,” he’d say

“There’s a socket for your laptop,”

“You can keep your craft supplies in there,”

“You’re beautiful and I really want you near me while I work,”

You don’t really need convincing haha

Making your own little corner

Which you decorate with your favourite stones and some of your work/hobby stuff

When you’re in there together, you tend to keep to yourselves, yet still relishing in each other’s presence

While you both sneak glances at each other

And occasionally get up to give each other kisses

Steven still travels from time to time

You were already used to this from before you lived together

But going from waking up to him every day to sleeping on your own for a week or more

Does make your home feel a little empty

And your heart a little achy

Enough to make you stop Steven from doing his thing?

Absolutely not!

You can’t not let the guy whose last name is literally Stone hunt for rare stones!

Or do his job!

Plus, he always invites you along, so it’s not like he’s intentionally ditching you

He even gives you the option of joining him on his trips a little later on if it suits better

It is nice after a long week to just hop on a plane and stay somewhere exotic with your hot, eccentric boyfriend

Relaxing with Steven is somewhat of a funny sight

You’d be in your favourite hoodie and sweats/leggings

Hair not done

And he’ll be in a crisp shirt and slacks

Freshly showered, shaven and styled

Even a waistcoat/vest!

To him, no blazer = fun, casual

His pjs are so fancy and formal too wtf

Though he is not opposed to getting matching carbink or tinkaton onesies

The quality of your toiletries after moving in? Out of this world

Steven gets the good stuff

Luxurious creams, hydrating lotions, masks that leave your face so soft

And he’s totally willing to share his haircare/skincare products with you

Or buy you the ones specific to your wants/needs

You love, love, love rainy mornings in Mossdeep

Waking up next to your silver-haired dreamboat

Snuggling under the covers

Listening to that gentle pitter-patter

Before eventually pulling yourselves out of bed

Getting yourselves presentable

Then you put together some breakfast while he makes coffee (about the only thing he can compentently make)

And you sit together and idly chat and just bask in each other’s company

Just very peaceful and lovely

Which is a good way to describe your home with him :)

[adcmans]

Superlunary

This is just a bit of my story and yes it is my Sona and yes I’m reposting this again since I deleted the other one. Thanks to @cypriathus for helping me fix up the writing you should check them out!! I will post this on A03 if your interested!

Sora was on her laptop looking for jobs to work, she was staying with a friend she met while she left home. Sora leaned on the table with her right hand, while her other hand was tapping on the table. She was humming a song that she had stuck in her head. She needed money to start looking for a house and pay back her friend who has been paying for her college tuition. Sora was too busy to even notice that the door opened, hearing it open and close. Stolas, a friend of Sora, entered the living room and saw her distracted. However, his footsteps broke her concentration and Sora turned her head towards his direction to greet Stolas. He went near her to see what she was looking up.

“I heard from a friend at the local club that there is a job at the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. Apparently, they’re in need of more people. Imagine eating a lot of pizza and seeing the other animatronics in person. I heard about them before when I was a youngster!” Stolas boomed, with excitement begging Sora to work there.

“I did hear about that from a couple of people before. It’s supposedly fun to go there and that the animatronics look so real, but I’m not so sure. I’m afraid that I might mess up,” Sora calmly said with a sigh, searching up the Pizzaplex to see most of the animatronics and was surprised to see how big it was.

Stolas moved in closer to Sora, moving her hand away from the laptop and looking at the website. He found the help wanted section, and showed Sora of how much she gets paid, her duties, and potential benefits. Stolas turned the chair around grabbing Sora’s shoulder and started to beg.

“I promise it’s going to be super fun and I know you won’t screw up. There is going to be music and a bunch of kids!” Stolas said, shaking her with a smile plastered on his and exploiting her weaknesses.

“Is it worth it? Maybe I should give this job a try. It’s nice to get pizza and listen to music from a job like this,” Sora thought to herself.

Sora rolled her eyes and just clicked the hired sign. She told Stolas to leave her alone, while she put in her information and he left with excitement. Sora started to laugh and put in the information that’s required for this job.