#I would have made it that pairing but they are only youngins

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Waterlog || pjm (4)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Word Count: 11.8k+ Synopsis: After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. Warnings: ANGST, crying, mental health issues, talking about mental health, I'm so soft for them it's actually wild, best boyfriend Jimin, did I say angst????, past drug use, past alcohol addiction, past trauma talk, crying, anxiety, hand holding, touching as a love language, Jimin can't keep his hands to himself, he does try his best though, pining, sexual tension, banter, I love these two A/N: I know we're a couple of weeks late updating, but I've been very busy with moving so I haven't had the energy to write. I did a very quick edit, so this might not be perfect. I'm planning on coming back once I'm in my new place to do a full proofread. Hope you like the update!

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Hand clutching my phone, I sighed. All around me the airport buzzed with life. I had almost forgotten how hectic the Denver Airport was. A few feet away I saw a mother struggling to keep her children together while her husband scrolled on his phone. I must have made some sort of noise, subconsciously voicing my annoyance, because Jimin laughed.

“What’s going on, gran?” He teased, voice light. “See a couple of youngins on your lawn?”

I scoffed, tearing my eyes away from the family. “Just a shitty husband ignoring his children.”

He hissed, sucking in air through his teeth, “The worst kind of dude. Are you alright?”

Softening, I finally spotted my luggage on the conveyor belt. Twisting my torso, I did a light stretch and then quickly snatched the heavy bag up. “Not too anxious, right?”

He had been very worried about letting me come home for a visit. When I had originally brought it up he offered himself up for the job, but I was not a fan of that idea. My friends would definitely bring up our date and I did not want to deal with the awkwardness that would cause. Especially since we had yet to go on it. That would not matter to Hoseok, however, and the teasing would have been endless. Better to spare Jimin from their wrath for just a little while longer.

“I’m cool,” I replied, softening. “Just got my stuff from baggage claim. I’m going to let you go so I can call Andy.”

“Okay bug. See you in a few days.”

Harper had recently started calling me that, forgetting my real name and not caring enough to ask for it. Eloise had tried to scold her for it, but I told her I did not mind it. It caught on with Cameron not too long after that, and soon the entire Park family had started using the little nickname. Jimin thought it was adorable from the beginning but had only started using it after our talk the other night.

I laughed, “I’m going to call you tonight.”

“Aw,” I knew he had that stupid smile on his face. “Miss me that much?”

“Someone needs to make sure you’re staying out of trouble,” I replied, a confident pep in my step I had not had in years. “But yes, I do miss you.”

There was a pregnant pause. 

“I miss you too.”

I could feel my heart melting. I was still getting used to our new dynamic. On most days we were strictly business, and were able to set aside the very large, very apparent elephant in the room. It was not until we had finished with work that those roles dropped, and we were able to just be us. 

Ever since my confession in the car Jimin spoke a hell of a lot more. Apparently, he had a hard time keeping his feelings to himself and chose to talk a little less in order to avoid a slip up. He wanted to give us both a little bit of time to get to know one another before springing his crush on me.

“Going soft, kid?” Playing things off with humor was Jimin’s thing, but it had slowly started to rub off on me. “It’s only two days.”

“I know,” He pouted. “Call your friend. It’s cold and you’ll get sick.”

“Hey,” I cut the teasing tone I had, “You’re not upset I came here by myself, right?”

“No,” He chuckled with an unmistakable fondness. “I’m just messin’ with you. I’m not ready to meet your friends and you need some alone time. We’re good, I promise.”

I sighed in relief, “Okay. Good. I’m going to go now. Talk to you later?”

“Call me when you can,” He replied, voice light.

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye, bug.”

I was disappointed to hear the line go dead but knew I could aimlessly walk around this airport all day if given the chance, so long as he was there with me. Trying to get my thoughts back on track, I sent a text to Andy asking if she was here yet. If not, I was already making plans to call Jimin back.

Andy: I’m parked in 5 near C Gates

Andy: Be careful

Andy: Saw a lady almost get hit by a car just now

Me: See you in a sec

Me: Should I be worried?

I knew she was trying to make a joke, but car accident punchlines never went over all that well with me. Even if I knew the chances of that happening to me were almost zero, I really did not want to have a panic attack in the airport parking lot. 

Andy: Not at all. I’m so sorry for even saying anything. I can come meet you at the doors if you want.

Deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. Deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. Sigh of relief. I was fine. 

Me: I appreciate you

Me: Is babygirl here?

Dani would help the spike of anxiety dissipate. The girl was fearless and was sure to be distracting enough to keep me from paying attention to the oncoming traffic. I suddenly wished that Jimin was here. He always knew what to do.

Andy: Jin and I are weak

Andy: We let her play hooky

Bobbing and weaving through bodies, I tossed my phone into my purse and made my way out of the airport. The arrivals station was packed, and I would need to take the automated train to where Andrea was parked. It was my least favorite part about this airport, but it beat Dallas-Fort Worth by a landslide. I had gotten lost in that airport more times than I could count. 

Three minutes later I was getting out of the train and stepping into C Gates. I could smell Auntie Anne’s and felt my mouth begin to water. Checking my clock, I decided it would not hurt to make a quick spot for lunch. Andy would appreciate it and I knew Dani loved their pretzel dog. 

There was a little less traffic in C Gates. More of the expensive airlines let out here, and all you could see were business professionals pacing back and forth. A family on vacation bumped into me while I was waiting in line, and I almost gave up my spot when their toddler started screaming. 

“No, no,” His mother insisted, her hair a mess on the top of her head. “Between the girls and my mom, we’ll be here all day. Go ahead, sweetie.”

Two little girls danced around me as we waited, the line moving at a snail's pace due to the airport being understaffed. They asked me questions incessantly, and while their mother had tried her best to keep them in line, I told her I was fine with the extra attention. I loved kids and the girls were harmless. The boy in her arms kept repeating “pizza” and soon an elderly woman joined them. 

If the girls talked a lot, they had nothing on grandma. Not only did she never shut her mouth, she was loud and obnoxiously laughing every few seconds. The boy was quick to beg to be in her arms and mom got a break. She was back to attempting to corral the girls, but again they did not really listen. 

“They’re only like this when my mom’s around,” She sighed, frustrated and tired. “We’re meeting up with their father and they’re all a little restless.”

“It’s no bother,” I lied. The girls really were not that bad. Just a couple of four-year-olds having fun. The only person who was really getting on my nerves was her mother, but I was not about to say that. “Better to get it out now than in the car, right?”

She cracked a tired smile, “Right.”

Finally, it was my turn to order. The young girl behind the counter gave me an award-winning smile while another young blonde was in the back getting all of the orders out.

“Hi, welcome to Auntie Anne’s. How can I help you today?”

“Can I get one original pretzel, one cinnamon sugar pretzel, and a pretzel dog combo with a lemonade and cheese,” Glancing behind me, I sighed. “Throw in a pizza pretzel, two orders of pretzel nuggets, and whatever else the family behind me wants.”

She smiled, blue eyes twinkling prettily in the bright lights. Turning around I waved the mother over and told her to get something for her and her mother. She put up a small fight, but eventually gave in when she realized I had already put our orders together.

“Thank you so much,” I thought she might burst into tears when my card was approved. “You really didn’t need to do that.”

I shrugged, “It was nothing. Have a nice vacation.”

Walking to the pickup area, my order was already waiting for me. With nothing more than a simple wave, I left the dysfunctional family behind. The grandmother’s loud thank you seemed to echo off of the airport walls, but it was a little less grating now that I knew I would never hear it again. 

Andy threw herself at me when I finally made it outside, little Dani wrapping her arms around my legs with squeals of delight louder than her mother’s. Taking her pretzel, Andy gave me a fat, wet kiss on the cheek and told Dani she could eat in the car. 

“How’s gymnastics, girlie?” I asked the little girl once we were in the car. “Still kicking ass?”

“No,” She laughed. “I quit, like, forever ago. Appa put me in ballet classes.”

I gave Andy a look. The red head rolled her eyes, fixing me with a knowing look. I had been telling Jin to put her in dance for years.

“It’s been two weeks and she’s already trying to talk him into figure skating.”

“You’re a little hustler, huh?” I reached into the back, squeezing her knee. Dani giggled, angling her body away from mine. She was very ticklish. “Keep at it. You know your dad’s a sucker.”

Dani laughed, “My vovó says the same thing.”

We listened to Olivia Rodrigo on our way to the Kim house. Hoseok and Matilda had planned a huge coming back party for me, and from what it sounded like, I was going to meet Tilly’s new boyfriend. 

“Anything I need to know about Max?” I asked.

Andy was almost as in the dark about the guy as I was but was able to tell me he was a tattoo artist from California. The two of them met at Frank’s bookstore and by the end of their conversation Max had managed to get her out to dinner and in his bed. It was a whirlwind romance, one that made me feel uneasy about its foundation, but I was still obligated to be happy for my friend. They could be soulmates for all I knew, and I was not about to judge anybody else for their version of a first date.

“I don’t want to talk about tattoo guy anymore,” Andy whined playfully, turning up the radio when “Good 4 U” came on. “I need to know more about your little boyfriend.”

I groaned, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

This was why I was so adamant Jimin stayed away. We had yet to have a real talk about what we were, choosing to wait for our first date to iron out those details, but no one in my circle seemed to understand. All they heard was the word date and suddenly wedding bells started going off. 

“Stop deflecting. We both know he’s your boyfriend, official or not,” She laughed, stealing looks at her daughter in the rearview. “What’s he like?”

It was a hard question to answer. On the one hand, I felt like I knew him better than anybody else, but I was self aware enough to know I didn’t. His body language, the way he looked when he beat his best time, and all of his preferred gear were seared into my mind. The movies he liked, his favorite albums, and all of the best tv shows ever made. He went to college. He was the sweetest, kindest, most understanding person I had ever met, and yet… he still felt far away. The shadows that oftentimes clouded his vision were still a mystery to me, and when he came into practice with a lost look on his face, I felt helpless. I knew him and yet I didn’t.

“He’s quiet,” I finally landed on. “Very nice. Always willing to help other people out if he can. You’d like him.”

Andrea scoffed, “That’s it? The first guy you’ve dated in years and all you can tell me is I’d like him?”

“We’re still getting to know each other,” I sighed. “What do you want to know?”

We spent the rest of the car ride going over the last two months' worth of pining. I told her about Fiona, Jimin’s family, and all of my new friends. She almost pissed herself laughing when I told her about the night he asked me out, making so many Hoseok and Tilly jokes I had a difficult time focusing on the story. Andrea seemed to be finished with her interrogation when we pulled up at her house. 

Dani ran to the front door, her excitement about the party making any discomfort I had disappear. It was hard to feel uncomfortable with her around. Taking my hand in hers, the little girl shifted her weight from foot to foot, shouting at her mom to hurry up, and opening the front door anyway. Andy told her to calm down, and I just chuckled and went along with it.

The living room was filled with all of my favorite people, a large ‘welcome home’ sign hanging on the large, backwall. Underneath it was a huge table covered in food, a cake in the middle of it, and I had a feeling Sarah made it. Both her and Frank were the first people to notice me, their faces lighting up, and I let go of Dani’s hand in favor of embracing the elderly couple. The rest of the party comers erupted their voices loud and filled with love as they took turns passing me around. 

“Missed you, Otter,” Hoseok murmured in the crook of my neck, hands secured around my waist.

“Missed you more,” I replied, releasing him and catching Tilly. “Jeez, girl. Trying to kill me?”

“Come meet Max,” She replied, dragging me away from Hoseok.

Max was a tall, lanky guy with black hair that fell down his back. His clothes were on the baggier side, all black, and I recognized the band on his t-shirt from the shit Matilda liked to listen to in the car. He smiled at me, and I was surprised to see him rocking adult braces. He introduced himself, his voice deep and warm, and shook my hand. They were baby soft and covered in tattoos. 

“It’s great to see you,” I replied, genuinely meaning it. If I had to picture a guy more perfect for Tilly, I would come up empty handed. “Thanks for coming.”

He flushed, impossibly pale skin turning a bright shade of red reminding me of Jimin. 

“Anything for Mattie,” He replied.

Huh, he had his own nickname for her and everything. I would need to hang out with Max more before I could say if I liked him or not, but so far, I had a good feeling. Andrea’s worries seemed a bit silly now. They really liked each other, and Tilly’s heartbreaking, dimpled smile made me feel more confident in her partner. They would be just fine. 

The party was fun, and I ate more spinach and artichoke dip than was healthy. Hoseok and I talked about my afterschool visit tomorrow. The boys had a swim meet Saturday and the two of us were hoping we could tag team in order to iron out any issues they had been having. I was being placed in charge of the freshmen while Hoseok made sure the other kids were feeling confident and ready for the meet.

"Let's party!" Frank boomed, lifting a beer into the air.

I laughed, "Be careful, old timer. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

I thought of Jimin again. That sounded like something he would say. Surrounded by the people I loved, I laughed hard and partied harder. The plates of food came one right after the other, and I was happy that I still had a place here. Falling back into my step, I fit seamlessly back into the fold.

"Dance with me," Hoseok demanded, tipsy and red-faced.

"It's your toes," I replied, taking his head and letting him take the lead.

The other couples were already dancing and hooped and hollered as I awkwardly followed the steps. I was not always a bad dancer but lost some of my rhythm in the accident. Hoseok never minded and let me step on his feet without a single complaint.

"You look happy," He commented, spinning me around.

I smiled, "I am."

He smiled back, wincing when I stomped down on his toes again. I apologized, but he just held my hand a little tighter and kept moving. I hummed along to the song, filled with joy. He spun me again, and finally let me go when I slammed into Jin.

"Go get some cake or something," He laughed. "You're too dangerous to be out here."

I rolled my eyes, "I tried to tell you. It's your fault you don't listen."

"Don't need you anyway. I have enough swag for the both of us."

I watched, thoroughly amused from the sidelines, as he moon-walked around the living room.

I left just before midnight after staying behind to help Andy and Jin clean up. The others left a few hours before to get back to Denver at a decent time. My house looked the same as always, dark and empty, but I could tell the landscapers had been around. The grass was recently cut and edged.

The silence inside was deafening. I had always known my place was too big for one person, but after spending so much time in my little she-shed at the Andersons’ house, everything here just felt excessive. Tossing my keys in the bowl beside the door, I wiped my eyes and decided to just head to bed. I would only be here for three days. I would be back in Saline before I knew it.

Dragging my body upstairs, this sudden depression-filled fatigue made my shoulders feel ten times heavier. A chilling, almost insidious, hollowness began to spread across my body. I knew this feeling all too well and it made me feel pathetic. Could I not be on my own anymore? Had I really grown that attached to my life in Michigan? Finally getting into my bedroom, I realized that I had.

Saline was perfect. Living in Colorado Springs has always bothered me. The people here held more traditional values and making friends was difficult. I had Andy and Jin, but they were both very busy people. Andrea was a full-time nurse, Jin’s schedule was somehow even more erratic than his wife’s, and when they were off, they wanted to spend time with Dani. I was lucky if I saw them once every two weeks. 

Hoseok, Tilly, and Minho all lived in Denver, and while I saw them more often due to the meetings with Frank and Sarah dragging me into the city, it was not like we hung out every time I was out there. Days would go by with me speaking at all, and most of my weekends were spent in bed sleeping. Working at the school helped, but I would never claim anyone from the swim team to be a friend. I was not in the habit of befriending children.

Living in Saline was different. Jimin was always there to make me laugh, and when he wasn’t, I had people like Taehyung and Sam to keep me company. Giselle was young, but we got along so well I often forgot about the difference in age between the two of us. Megan and Yoongi were Michigan’s own version of Andy and Jin, and I could see myself becoming good friends with them given enough time. No one had kids, no one was too busy trying to keep up with crazy expenses, and I could find a little house away from the rest of the world to spend my life in.

I thought of the Parks, a family who I had come to love more than I thought was possible, and the Andersons who took me in and always tried to make me feel comfortable. Eloise and her kindness. Luna and Cameron. All of them. I loved and adored every single one of them, and it was then that I finally let myself really think about what I wanted.

Did I want to come back here after I was finished with the season? Did I really want this massive house if it meant I had no one to share it with? No, I decided. Stripping out of my clothes, the numbness was being replaced with a different strange feeling. It felt suspiciously like hope. Excitement came to me so rarely it was foreign and odd, but nice all the same. Jittery, I took my phone out of my pants pocket.

“Hello?” Jimin’s voice was scratchy when he finally picked up.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yes, but it’s okay,” I could hear him shuffling around in his bed. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” I breathed, climbing into bed. Then, without thinking, I blurted, “I think I want to move to Michigan.”

I held my breath as I waited for his response. There was no telling how this conversation would go, but I was hopeful. Even if this whole date thing did not go very well, I was positive that we would be able to move past it with a little bit of time. We worked well together and if he was comfortable with it then we could continue working together. Regardless, there was always coaching at a school.

“Like, permanently?”

I nodded but after a moment of silence remembered he could not see me.

“Yeah.”

My stomach started to churn. As the silence on the other end began to stretch, the excitement I felt before faded. Even if I said Jimin and I could get past a potentially awkward break up of sorts, I would not pretend that the thought did not make me physically ill. We would never be the same if that happened. It would be something to think about if it came to pass before the Olympics was over.

“Did something happen?” He finally asked, and I could hear the genuine worry in his tone. “Are you okay?”

The fear shifted to hurt, irritation, and anger, making my eyebrows knit together.

“I’m fine,” I could not keep the bite from my voice. It was petty and wrong of me, but his insinuation that I was not in my right mind was insulting. It made me feel like a child. “Just- forget I said anything. I don’t know what I’m even talking about.”

“Don’t do that,” His steady calmness made me even angrier. “I’m only asking you because it came out of the blue, not because I’m not happy with the idea.”

Now I just felt silly. Here I was making these small revelations, waking him up from his sleep, and then getting snippy because he did not respond the way I had wanted him to. Ugh, I wasn’t even his girlfriend yet and I’m acting like Darcy. A shiver went down my spine. That was an insult above all others.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, the attitude from a few seconds before gone as quickly as it came. “I got defensive for no reason. Sorry.”

He chuckled, the sound barely audible over the phone.

“I forgive you. Now, why do you want to pack your life up for good?”

That made me laugh. It was a sad, pitiful sound. One that did not hold my usual spunk. One I don’t think Jimin had ever heard before. It was impossible to feel sad when he was around.

“I forgot how quiet my house is,” I admitted softly. “I love my friends, but I think coming back just reminded me of how easily I was able to fall back into the routine of it all. Jin and Andy are parents, Tilly has a new boyfriend, and Hoseok and Minho are always so busy with their own lives that I don’t see any of them as often as I would like to.”

Turning on my side, I blinked back a few tears.

“It might sound stupid, but I really do love Saline. I like how busy I am and all of my friends. I bought this place with the hopes of kids and a dog one day, but I don’t think that’ll ever happen, and now it’s just rooms collecting dust. I just-” I let a tear fall, my emotions starting to bubble over. “I don’t like how lonely it feels out here.”

“Doesn’t sound like you like it there. Have you always felt like this?” He asked.

I shook my head, the tears free falling in between sniffles and shaky breaths.

“Not always. Ever since Namjoon died things have been weird. There was a point when I felt suffocated because no one would leave me alone, and then one day everything resumed, and I just got left behind. It was like I woke up and two years just passed me by.”

Jimin comforted me while I cried, telling me how much he hated to hear me so upset, while I worked on calming down. There had been a time in my life when I was not so emotional, but therapy had opened up a whole new side of myself I didn't know existed. Rubbing my face, I sniffled and sank deeper into my mattress. For now, the waterworks had stopped.

“You were recovering,” He soothed. “Your body needed time to heal, and you were traumatized. I don’t think anyone can blame you for zoning out for a bit.”

I hummed, “I know. Doesn’t make it easier to swallow.”

“I know how you feel. When I pulled out of the Olympics last time there was a part of me that felt like a huge failure, but my dad was there to help get my head back on straight. He doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a really great shoulder to cry on.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” My voice was like sandpaper. “James is the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”

I felt heavy. Worn. Used. My eyes begged for me to shut them, but we were just getting back into safer waters, and I didn’t want to burst the bubble. I yawned, covering my mouth and hoping Jimin could not hear the sound. He had gone quiet.

“Can I ask you something?” Jimin’s voice broke through the comfortable silence that had formed around us. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“Shoot,” I forced myself to smile.

“What happened to Namjoon?”

I closed my eyes. This was something I knew would come up sooner or later. My lip wobbled uncontrollably as the second wave of tears crashed over me. I hated talking about this, but I knew it was going to come up sooner or later. Jimin deserved the truth, and honestly, I wanted to tell him. Being vulnerable with someone felt good. Being vulnerable with Jimin was divine. He was always so ready and willing to go along with things, listening and watching my every move, and trying his best to understand me. It was refreshing. It was nice. It was familiar.

“Was he in the accident with you?” He asked and his voice was so, so gentle. 

“Yeah,” I croaked, finally finding my voice. “I went out with some of my friends and got pretty drunk. I was tired and ready to go home, but my ride didn’t want to go home yet. So, I called Joon.”

I sucked in a deep, loud breath. Jimin told me I could stop, that I didn’t owe him anything, but I ignored him. This wasn’t about owing him. This was about letting the guy I liked get to know me. This story was a part of who I was, as fucked up as that may sound, and I wanted him to get to know this facet of my life as deeply as he knew the present day one. 

“Anyway,” I continued. “He offered to come and pick me up. Twenty minutes later I’m getting into his car and we’re on our way home. We’d just gotten engaged and bought our first house together- things were perfect. I had never been happier.

“We ended up taking the long way home because of an accident on the interstate. It was my idea, and Namjoon had a knack for going along with whatever I wanted. We were only two minutes away from the house when we got hit.”

I took a few deep breaths and wiped my face. Jimin was quiet on the other end. After a minute or two, I jumped back into the story.

“There was a four-way intersection around the corner from our place. Our light was green when we drove up. I don't think he thought to check if there was another car coming. He never even saw the truck. He, uh, died on impact.”

“Jesus,” Jimin breathed.

“The other guy was drunk as hell behind the wheel. Not paying attention. Funny thing is, he was the only person who didn’t get critically injured. Just a broken arm and a concussion. He wrapped our car around a light pole. My leg was pinned between the car and the light, and the airbag is what caused the brain injury.”

Jimin cursed under his breath, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry that happened to you.”

“Yeah,” I gritted out. “Me too.”

He let me cry for a little while, saying over and over again how sorry he was and how he wished he was in Colorado with me. I did not have anything to say to him. It felt like my chest had been ripped open and my heart was on full display. 

I never questioned how quickly we went from barely talking, to joking around, to sitting up late at night on the phone talking about life. It just happened. Clutching my phone in my hand, I let out a deep breath and held back any more tears from falling. I never said it, but I wished he was here, too.

“Hey,” His voice was gentle when he spoke, so fragile and sweet, that I had to force down the sobs threatening to come out. “I just want to say I’m sorry for how I reacted earlier. You wanting to move here is probably the best thing I’ve heard all fucking year, but I just didn’t want to sway your decision.”

Sniffling, I tried to tell him I wasn’t upset, but he shut me down almost immediately.

“Let me finish,” His voice did not leave room for argument. “I know I don’t act like I’m insecure, but I am. I can be selfish and self-centered, and I’ve always had to really work on those parts of myself.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything,” I mumbled, curling into a ball beneath my blankets. 

“Like I said, I can be a very selfish person,” He sighed. “There was this part of my brain just wanting to hear you say you were coming here and staying with me for forever. I didn’t want that to take over the narrative. And- no offense, but if you did move all the way out here just to date me, I think I’d be a little creeped out honestly.”

I snorted. Hearing that he felt the need to explain any of that to me felt like a small win, even if it did make an alarm go off in my head. It took courage to be that open and honest with another person, especially someone who just cried their eyes out. His compassion and understanding never failed to amaze me, and I was grateful he trusted me enough to let me into his mind for once. Still, it did not make the creep comment any less funny.

“Don’t laugh,” He whined, unable to stop himself from chuckling. “I’m being serious.”

“So do you want me to be a creepy stalker or not?” I joked, hoping to lighten up the mood. “Make up your mind, kid.”

“I think I just want you to be yourself,” I melted. “That’s been working out just fine so far. I mean, if you are a creepy stalker, you managed to get me to like you.”

“Mission accomplished,” I breathed, still reeling from his sweet words. “You better watch out, 007. There’s a new spy in town.”

“So, I’m Bond and you’re Joe Goldburg?”

“Exactly,” My cheeks hurt from how much I was smiling. “Penn Badgley would be a decent James Bond. He was really great in Margin Call.”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress my smile.

“Holy shit, you actually watched it?”

Margin Call was one of Jimin's favorite movies from 2011. He kept a very large notebook filled with all of the movies he’s ever seen, along with ratings, and if he should ever watch them again. He went through it one day and came across the action film, rewatched it, and then spent most of the day talking my ear off about how great it is. 

“Someone I know was very passionate about it, and it managed to pique my curiosity.”

Jimin sighed, but I could not tell what emotion was behind it. Definitely was not anger or frustration. Not sadness either. 

 “What time are you getting back on Sunday?” He asked, and I could definitely hear the affectionate tone his voice had taken on.

“Um,” I thought about it for a moment. “Six, I think.”

“PM?” 

“Yeah,” I curled up under my blankets. It was beginning to get really cold inside, but I did not want to get up to turn the heat on. “I have to double check my flight times, but I know it’s somewhere around there. Why? What’s up?”

“I know we already made plans for next week, but I was thinking I could pick you up from the airport and we could go out.”

My face grew hot, “I don’t think I’ll be dressed for a date.”

“You always look great,” He assured me.

I laughed, nervous and embarrassed, “Thanks.”

We had originally planned our first date to be the weekend after I got back. Jimin was adamant about giving me an experience, and I had been more than happy to indulge him a little. He was just so cute when he got excited. We were running on a limited timeline right now, though, since he had an upcoming swimming fundraiser with Swim Across America in Allendale. The team was raising money for cancer research, and I was very excited to be there to show my support.

Moving the date up meant we would have less to do next weekend, unless Jimin still wanted to keep our plans in place, but it meant we could focus on the fundraiser instead of trying to juggle a date at the same time. 

“I hate to go, but I’m really tired,” Jimin yawned. Pulling my phone away from my ear I was startled by how late it was. “I’ll text you in the morning, okay?”

I apologized for keeping him up so late. “Promise I won’t do it again.”

He hummed, already beginning to fall asleep, “Don’t mind. You’re always welcome to bother me in the middle of the night.”

“Night Jimin,” I whispered, blood pumping.

“Night bug.”

There was one thing I missed about Colorado- how quickly the snow melted. Michigan was seeing more snow as each day went by, but here in the mountains they would not start seeing the worst of it until the spring. For the first time in a month, I was able to forgo my large, puffy jacket in favor of a long sleeve and jeans. Jimin found my excitement over this endearing, sending a slew of heart-eye emojis in response to the mirror photo I sent him.

It was almost the end of the day when I pulled into the high school parking lot. The entire front office erupted in excitement when I walked through the front doors, hugs and well wishes overwhelming me. Sandra, the receptionist, could have talked all day if I let her, and after signing in, I politely told them all I needed to meet up with Coach Jung. I lied about stopping by on my way out and only felt a little bad about it. They were way too much for me.

“They’re going to be so excited to see you,” Hoseok mumbled, a smile stretching across his face as loud teenage boys got closer and closer to the pool house. 

“I’m happy to see them, too,” I replied. “Should we wait until they change to make the grand reveal?”

He shook his head. “Would you rather hug now or when they’re in speedos.”

I shivered, disgusted by the mental image.

“Thanks for putting that in my head, you sick fuck.”

Choking on his spit, Hoseok bent over, laughing so hard he started to screech. His laughter reminded me of a ghost's wail and was contagious. We were both so wrapped up in our little bubble we did not notice the doors opening.

“Coach?”

Wiping my cheeks, I caught my breath and made eye contact with Jordan. Baby blue eyes widened while a large, dimple smile overtook his face. Behind him, Gabriel announced that I was here, and the room was filled with excitement. I was not much of a hugger, but I was happy to greet each boy with one. Gabriel hadn’t stopped speaking since catching sight of me and had a few accidental slip ups about how much he disliked Coach Jung.

Hoseok had alluded to that being their main issue right now. The boys were having a hard time adjusting to a new face and missed me dearly. To his credit, Hoseok admitted that he was still getting used to the coaching thing and made a couple mistakes his first few days here. He had made it a point to apologize to them for being a dick, but the teens hadn’t forgotten or forgiven him for his snappy attitude. Especially the two oldest.

“When are you coming back?” Marcus asked. 

I smiled sadly, “I’ll be out for the rest of the year.” The tall boy deflated, sending a nasty look Hoseok’s way. “But,” I was quick to fix my mistake, “I’m planning on making trips to assist Coach Jung throughout the year. I wanted to be here for your last meet, but something came up.”

That something had been Jimin’s birthday, and I was not going to risk missing his party.

Regardless, Marcus and the team were very happy to hear they would be seeing me. 

“I promise I’ll be here for graduation, too,” I added.

Gabriel offered to give me one of his tickets and I gratefully accepted the extended offer. We stood there and talked for at least fifteen minutes before I finally told them to get changed and into the water. Without protest, all twelve of them went to the locker room.

“You know,” Hoseok chuckled. “You're going to have to teach me how you manage to do that.”

“Cinnamon buns from Mountain Shadows,” I put on my whistle and grabbed my clipboard from my duffel bag. “They’ll be eating out of your hand in no time.”

The team was glowing. Jordan stood in the middle of the boys, a large smile on his face, as he praised them for giving the meet their best effort. Having another win under their belt, all of them were buzzing with excitement at a chance at nationals. They only needed to win three more competitions to qualify. 

For the first time since I arrived, the icy contempt they held for Hoseok seemed to thaw. It brought a smile to my face. If I did not come back next year, I had a feeling the boys would be getting along much better. 

“What’s for dinner?” Marcus asked, looking at me for an answer.

“Coach said something about burgers,” I replied, gesturing towards Hoseok. “You should ask him though. I could be wrong.”

Gabriel chimed in, “Yeah, we’re going to Bingo.”

My mouth watered. Bingo Burger was one of the best spots in town. Their fries were hot and crispy, and I loved their shakes. Mulling over my options for dinner, I always found myself stuck between the Gone Shroomin’ Burger and the Happy Hippie. For a vegan burger, that thing was really fucking good. Then again, a thick, juicy beef patty smothered in bacon, cheese, and mushrooms would hit the spot. Indecisive and bored, I fiddled around with my phone and somehow ended up texting Jimin.

Me: Gone Shroomin’ or Happy Hippie?

The noise on the bus was just in the background now and easy to tune out. Hoseok was laughing loudly with the freshmen while the two seniors were in a quiet conversation in the seat in front of me. Marcus and his girlfriend broke up recently. I stopped paying attention once my phone vibrated.

Jimin: No idea what that means

Jimin: Gone Shroomin I guess

I bit my lip, suppressing a smile.

Me: We’re going for celebration burgers

Me: The boys won and Hobi is treating them since we’re out in Pueblo and not getting back to the Springs until after dinner.

Jimin: Speaking of food… I was thinking we could get some BBQ on Sunday

“Y/N!” Hoseok called, making me look up from my phone. “Tell your boyfriend you’ll call him later.”

“We need you to be the tiebreaker,” Twig chirped.

“What for?” I sighed, glancing down at my screen.

Jimin: Have you been to Union Rec yet? It’s BBQ and a taqueria

Me: No but I’m always down for a burrito

“Do mermaids have gills?” Twig asked.

Fully pulled out of my phone, I flipped it around and gave the boys my undivided attention. 

“Of course not. They’re mammals, so it would be a blowhole.”

Hoseok clapped his hands, “Thank you! That’s exactly what I said.”

Sliding further down in the booth, I closed my eyes and drowned them out again. Colorado’s air was so dry and crisp I was having to get used to the altitude change. I missed how wet and cold Michigan was. Smiling to myself, I remembered how much I hated it when I first landed. So much has changed…

Shuffling, I made myself more comfortable. We were only thirty minutes out from the Springs now, and we would be at Bingos right on time for Hoseok’s reservations. Feeling myself growing tired, I sunk even further into the booth. Eyes heavy, I let them slip closed, and slept for the rest of the bus ride.

Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I smoothed down my skirt for the millionth time. The gray sweater I had thrown on seemed too casual now that I was looking at myself, but I did not know what else to do. It was a laundry day, but when I went to put my clothes in the dryer it refused to turn on. Violet said they needed a new one anyway, but that did little to improve my mood. The pretty red dress I wanted to wear was soaking wet and hanging from the shower rod to dry. I played with the skin on my lip, willing the black and gray outfit to somehow look nicer. On the other side of the phone, Andy sighed.

“You look fine,” She insisted, running her hand through her auburn hair. “Do a cute hairstyle and put on a nice pair of earrings, and you’ll be golden.”

“You don’t think it’s too plain?” I had asked her this five times now, and each time I got that same reply. “I mean, do I look like I’m going to a funeral?”

“The guy has seen you in sweats and no makeup and still wanted to take you out. Do you honestly think he cares about the color of your outfit?”

She had a point. Finally deciding to cave in and give up on my obsession, I took her advice to do something with my hair. A few of the strands were beginning to look silver, and my sideburns were looking paler every day, but after Hoseok told me he was starting to see a few grays, I decided to leave them be. If we were both going to be silver foxes, I liked the idea of doing it together.

“Are you wearing heels?”

“No,” I shook my head. I picked my phone up and went to my bedroom to find a pair of earrings. “It’s too icy. Silver or gold?”

She thought about it for a second, her face scrunched up cutely. 

“Silver.”

I landed on some thick, gun-metal hoops. They matched the color of the sweater perfectly and did not take away from my face too much. I had spent too much time on looking this nice to have an accessory dominate. Andy was happy with my choice.

I had gotten back a little earlier than I originally thought I would, and asked Jimin if it was okay that I meant him at the restaurant out here instead of making him drive all the way to Detroit to pick me up. He had put up a bit of a fight about it but relented when I said I was hoping we could hang out at his house after dinner. I said I wanted to get myself home, but I was really trying to see how bad the drive was from his place to mine. The thought of spending more time in his space made me feel like a teenage girl.

“How’s ballet going?” I slipped on a pair of black tights. It was freezing outside, and I wanted to have as many layers on as possible. “Has Dani made any progress in getting her figure skating career started?”

Andrea laughed but said that her daughter was getting closer to her goal every day. Jin was weak and did anything the little girl wanted if he could. This was the only issue they were both bull-headed about. Jin wanted to teach her to be responsible and follow through on things, and Dani was tired of preparing for figure skating. She wanted to be on the ice and her dad was afraid of pushing her too far too young. I was most definitely a team Dani instigator, and it was a point of contention between Seokjin and I.

“What did you think of Max?”

I smiled. That boy was definitely a character. The gang and I had a nice dinner before I left Colorado, and Tilly brought along Mr. Tattoo guy. He was quiet and when he did talk, he always had something completely random and out of the blue to say. He fascinated me and when everyone started huddling in their own groups to chat, I turned most of my attention to the new guy. 

He was a sweetheart, and it was a nice change of pace getting to know him. He hated being called Peter (his first name), went to college for nuclear engineering, and became a tattoo artist on a whim. A buddy of his wanted a new piece, paid Max to draw it, and trusted the guy with a tattoo gun. He was an apprentice in San Francisco for three years before moving to Denver to open up his own shop. For all of his eccentricity, he was very successful and down to Earth.

“He’s good for her,” I finally replied, zipping up my Doc Martens, I checked the time. I would have to leave soon. “I’m just happy there’s no drama between her and Hobi.”

It had been a year since they officially broke up, but I knew they fell into bed with one another a handful of times since then. Hoseok and I had talked about their weird relationship on one too many drunken nights, the swimmer the only person able I liked enough to force a glass of whiskey down. Tilly knew that I knew and would vent to me sometimes. They loved each other, knew one another better than anybody else, and it was easy to fall back into each other since we were in the same circle.

 I doubted Andy knew anything about that, we tried our best to keep her out of the loop, but she always said that they still had lingering feelings. I hoped Hoseok was handling this news well. He seemed fine, happy even, so I just rolled with it. If he had a problem, I was sure I would have heard about it by now.

“Speaking of Hoseok,” The humorous tone in Andy’s voice caught my full attention. “Apparently, Jin saw him at The Rabbit Hole with some blonde girl before you got into town. He just remembered to tell me last night.”

This was news to me. Wracking my brain, I tried to figure out if he had brought up a date, or even a person he might be interested in, but nothing came up. Shrugging, I let it go. It was probably just some girl he picked up at the bar. Still, that would be an expensive date.

“He hasn’t told me anything about that,” I murmured.

“Might be why he’s not bothered by new boyfriend.”

I laughed, “Or it could be that they’ve moved on.”

“Oh, please,” She pulled a face, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “We all know that’s not true. At least, not until recently.”

“Regardless,” I sighed, grabbing my purse and walking out of the front door. “It’s none of our business. If they’re happy that’s all that matters.”

Andy raspberried, “Boo. I hate it when you’re all mature and adult-like.”

“And right,” I joked. “Don’t forget about that part.”

Locking up my little house, I made my way through the Anderson’s. Violet was watching the Golden Girls on the couch while Calvin was reading a book beside her. It was a sweet scene that made me smile. I wanted what they had. 

I gave them a smile and wave as I passed by. Violet returned it in full, her eyes kind and gentle, before going back to her show. Calvin put his book down and asked what time I was planning on coming back. He wanted to keep an eye out for my car.

“Around midnight,” I replied, moving my phone away from my mouth. Andrea was rambling about the new doctor on staff. I trusted her disdain enough to know he was a huge dick. “See you two tomorrow.”

“Be safe out there,” He replied, going back to his copy of The Catcher and the Rye.

Andy and I were on the phone for the entire car ride into Ann Arbor. I enjoyed hearing her voice, the small distraction welcome when I felt my anxiety spike. Thankfully it was a Sunday night, and the streets were somewhat empty.

Once I got into the downtown area, I drowned out her voice completely. Andrea never minded. She just kept talking like I hadn’t stepped out of whatever conversation we were just having. Never got mad when I kept asking her to repeat herself either. She was a wonderful friend to me, and I was grateful to have her in my life. If I moved to Saline, she would be the person I missed the most.

I still hadn’t talked to anyone else about the possibility of moving. I was not sure how they would react, and I needed to have my mind made up before giving any of them the news. While I knew Andy and Jin would be supportive, and Tilly and Minho wouldn’t really care all that much (it just gave them an excuse to vacation in Michigan), it was Hoseok I was most on the fence about.

With him it could go either way. He would either be really happy and supportive or call me crazy. It came from a place of love, and I respected his opinion more than any of the others, so I had to be completely sure of myself before getting into something like that with him. If he thought for a second I was rushing into things he would go into overprotective, big brother mode and kill all of my excitement. He might even be able to change my mind if he fought hard enough. 

Pulling up to the restaurant, I was impressed by the sheer size of it. One half looked like an old warehouse while the other half was a small, white bricked building. A red neon sign glowed in the night and a large party was hanging out outside of the building. I could see Jimin in their little group and smiled. He was a very popular man in this area and was able to make new friends wherever he went. If I had to guess, he knew someone and is now best friends with all of them.

“Hey, I just got to the restaurant. I’m going to let you go.”

“Okay, baby,” Andy replied. “Have fun. Talk to you later.”

“Text you when I get home,” I replied. 

Andy was as hypervigilant about getting texts as I was. She was on staff at the hospital when Namjoon and I first arrived. I can’t remember anything from that night after getting in Joon’s car, but when Jin and I spoke about it he said Andy was one of the nurses having to help triage me. She had to be physically pulled away from my body once the doctors found out about our connection, but the image of my body that night is burned into her mind. She was the person who took care of me the most upon release and quit her job at the hospital for a little while in order to make sure I was well taken care of. Calls and texts were just our thing now and I always felt horrible for being part of such a traumatic event for her.

“Love you,” She said.

“Love you too,” I replied, hanging up.

Getting out of my car, I locked the doors and made my way over to Jimin. He caught sight of me before I reached the small group and broke out into a huge, heart stopping smile. Unable to stop myself, I smiled back and waved awkwardly. He said something to the group before meeting me halfway. 

“Hey, you,” He said, wrapping his arms around me. “You look really pretty.”

I laughed nervously, squeezing his waist. “Thanks. I tried my best.”

Pulling away, I was able to admire him a bit better. He was wearing light jeans tonight, a rarity as he preferred sweatpants and slacks, and a black t-shirt. A leather jacket was a staple in his wardrobe, and he always said they kept him warm enough. I never believed him. As always, everything was a tight fit and showed off his body perfectly. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said once my appraisal was finished. “Nice boots. Where’d you get them?”

He looked down at the black, Chelsea boots and shrugged, “Nordstrom, I think. Taehyung got them for me a few Christmases ago.”

Of course he did.

“Let’s go inside. I’m cold.”

Jimin laughed, “My apologies, ma’am.”

The restaurant was packed, but Jimin had arrived thirty minutes early to get us on their waitlist, so I only had to wait five minutes for our table to be ready. Jimin brushed off the gesture as first date etiquette, but I knew better. The kid was late to everything and yet he got here early so I wouldn’t have to stand outside in the cold. It almost made me reach out and hold his hand, but my nerves got the best of me. We were at our table before I could gather up some courage, leaving a disappointed, bitter taste in my mouth.

“I’m feeling Disco Fries as an app. You?”

Searching the menu for them, I nodded. “That sounds really good.”

We were quiet for a few minutes as we decided on what we wanted. The menu here was rather large, filled with Mexican foods and copious BBQ items. Having never been here before I had no clue what was good and what hasn’t, but from how many people were here I had to assume nothing was bad.

“Know what you want?” Jimin asked, breaking the silence.

I shook my head, “No idea. What about you?”

“I get the same thing every time I come,” He laughed. “The Korean BBQ Burger is really fucking good. I also like the enchiladas.”

Finding both items, my mouth watered. Everything sounded amazing, but I wanted to get a little out of my comfort zone. I just had burgers yesterday, so I was not feeling that. Maybe BBQ? Looking at the options, I shook my head. I could not eat a half pound of anything. Biting the dry skin on my lips, my brain felt like it was working on overdrive. Too many options.

“Welcome to Union Rec,” I jumped a little, startled. “I’m Annie and I’ll be your server tonight.”

My eyes locked with a pair of baby blues, and I immediately recognized her. She was the brunette from the bar a couple of months ago. Eyes sliding from me, she landed on Jimin and the bored expression on her face morphed into one of pure bliss. I did not understand why she had given me that nasty look back then, but it was much clearer to me now. She had a thing for Jimin. Remembering she had a boyfriend, one she screamed at over the phone, it made me feel nauseous. Poor Tom.

“Oh my gosh, Christian. What are you doing here?” She asked, sneaking a look at me.

“Got a hot date,” He replied cheekily, gesturing his hand my way. “You remember Y/N, right?”

She gave me one of those tight-lipped, fake smiles. I returned the favor. I was not really jealous per say, Jimin’s declaration making any possibility of that disappear, but I did not appreciate anyone trying to make me feel small. I was a gold medalist. I was a fucking Olympian. Whoever the hell this chick thought she was, I would make sure she never thought for a second she got under my skin. 

“Yeah, we met at Brecon’s,” Annie replied, completely ignoring me. “Thought she was your coach.”

Jimin either did not catch the insult or he was choosing to ignore it. His smile was still just as pleasant as it was when we first sat down. I envied his ability to keep his emotions so controlled. I knew I must have been glaring at the poor girl.

“She is,” He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean she’s not my girlfriend. Are you taking our order or…?”

Annie spluttered for a second before regaining her composure. All affection in her eyes was gone and replaced by irritation. It was definitely directed at me, but Jimin’s dismissal must have stung. I was happy to be rid of her. Putting in our order for Disco fries, Jimin got a Sprite and Annie left before I could ask for a drink. Sipping on my complimentary water, I forced myself to breathe in and out. She was just a petty, annoyed girl with a crush. That was all. So, what if she was being rude? I was fine. Everything was fine. After the fifth sip, I actually believed it.

Trying to keep my tongue in check, I went back to looking through the menu. Finally able to make a choice, I decided on the birria beef ramen and closed the menu. Hopefully little miss Annie wouldn’t spit in it. Hot again, I took another long sip of water.

“Excuse me.”

Jimin flagged down another waiter, a pleasant smile on his face. Confused, I put down the glass and raised an eyebrow. He winked at me before laying the charm on thick. 

“Hey Marty. Would you mind if we got a different server?”

The young girl nodded frantically, “Of course. Is everything okay?”

Jimin smiled, eyes like crescents. “Everything is fine. Just Annie on her bullshit. Don’t want to get her fired by talking to your dad.”

Marty rolled her eyes, “Figures. I’ll tell her I’m taking care of you guys. Just don’t expect me to be running around for you, man. I have an entire section by myself.”

“I want privacy anyway,” Jimin replied, smirking at me. “Thanks. I’ll tip you well.”

She laughed, “Just make sure you put it in my hand. That bitch has been stealing tips. Cosette is trying to convince pops to fire her, but you know how he is about the girl.”

Jimin shook his head, “I already know. Can you get my girl a drink? Annie ran off without taking her order.”

Marty looked at me, her deadpan stare making me burst into laughter. Apparently, it wasn’t just me. That helped. 

“Sorry about her. She’s a massive bitch. What can I get you?”

I smiled, my mood a million times better, “Iced tea, please.”

“You got it, babe. You ready to order?”

Marty took our orders and promised to be back with my drink soon. 

“How do you two know each other?” I asked Jimin, finishing off my water.

“We were in the same class back in high school. Her mom owns that flower shop on Michigan Avenue.”

That was surprising. I was positive the girl was no older than eighteen. She reminded me of a porcelain doll, her chubby cheek and big eyes adding something angelic to her overall look. Then again, Jimin did not look all that old either. It was easy to forget he just turned 24. The age gap was really messing with my brain.

Annie was back with Jimin’s drink a few minutes later. She said nothing when she practically slammed his cup on the table before stalking off. It was then that I knew who she reminded me of. Darcy. I wondered if they were friends. Definitely had the same attitude problem, that was for sure.

“Ignore her,” Jimin told me once she was out of earshot. “I’ve been doing it since middle school.”

The rest of our dinner went back without a hitch. With Annie out of the way, and Marty’s small and infrequent check-in’s, we were able to be in a bubble of sorts. He asked about my trip back home and filled me in on what happened over the weekend. He had finally told his parents about our date and said that his mom thought it was a great idea. James called me perfect a few times, too. I had a hard time believing it, but Jimin had never lied to me before. It was nice to know the people around him accepted me even if I was a few years older.

“My mom’s 9 years older than my dad,” He revealed in between bites of food.

Shocked, I stopped eating all together. I had no idea they were that different in age. Ne-Yeon looked so youthful and pretty it was hard to guess just how old she actually was. Even fighting cancer, that woman did not look a day over 40. James was also in great shape for his age. To hear they had their own age gap made me feel a little bit better. 

“Wait,” Something else occurred to me. “Your mom was in her forties when she had you?”

Jimin nodded, “45. She had Haru at 48.”

It made sense to me now. To Jimin, our age gap was nothing special. It was smaller than his parents’, and having an older mother did not bother him at all. In his eyes, we had all of the time in the world for marriage and kids. A small weight came off of my shoulders. It really did not mean anything to him. He was not just saying that to make me feel better either. 

“Do you want dessert?” He asked, his plate empty in front of him. 

I was almost done with my bowl, “What do they have?”

He squinted his eyes, thinking.

“I know they have this horchata banana pudding. It’s literally the best dessert I’ve ever had in my life. There are a few other things, but I can’t remember what they are.”

I chuckled, “Then we’ll have the banana pudding.”

Jimin was not exaggerating either. The pudding was delicious. I almost wished we had each gotten our own serving, but after seeing the bill we were happy we hadn’t. Jimin paid this time. We had a back-and-forth deal when it came to meals. I got us breakfast last Wednesday, so he was picking up this bill. This was, unfortunately, much higher than Denny’s.

“I’ll put gas in your truck,” I offered on our way out. “To make up for the difference from Denny’s.”

He scoffed, “Don’t worry about it.”

“But-”

“We’re together now,” He interrupted me. “If I want to pay for a meal, then I will. You don’t have to pay me back.”

“We’ve always done that,” I argued.

“That was before,” He countered, walking me to my car door and opening it. “This is now. And right now, I’m trying to take a pretty girl, in a pretty dress, on a nice date. That includes paying for her meal.”

Getting into my seat, I pointed out that I let him do the gentleman thing all of the time. Opening my door for me, pulling chairs out at restaurants, and even walking on the curbside when we were out together. The list was endless. The least I could do was pay for half of a meal.

“I don’t do those things to get on your good side,” Jimin replied. “I do them because I want to. This isn’t transactional. So, stop worrying about being a burden. I enjoy taking care of you. You deserve to be taken care of.”

I could not think of a good enough comeback, so I just decided to drop it. If he wanted to pay for me then he could. It was his money to spend. 

“Send me your address.”

“You still want to come over?” He seemed surprised.

“Yeah,” I nodded, already pulling up the GPS. “What is it?”

He sounded like Charlie when he won the golden ticket as he gave me his address. 

“Don’t get too excited now,” I joked. “Just because I’m coming over doesn’t mean anything.”

Jimin laughed, “I pretend I don’t even know what sex is until after date three, so don’t worry about it.”

That made me laugh, “Get in your truck. I’ll meet you there.”

Looking back at him, I felt giddy. His eyes were so alight, his joy written so clearly across his face it took my breath away. A happy Jimin was the only kind I wanted to see. Blowing caution to the wind, I finally reached out. Touching his stomach, I felt the muscles clench beneath my fingers.

“Thank you,” I said earnestly.

“What for?” He rasped, placing one hand over mine, pressing my hand further into his skin. 

“For-” I broke off, taking my hand away. The feeling of him underneath me was too much. “For being so accommodating. I really appreciate it.”

He laughed, the sound strained and airy. I was too embarrassed by my actions to look at his face, but I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my eyes. Unlike me, Jimin was always brave. Hopefully some of that confidence would rub off on me. Maybe then I could reach out and hold him whenever I wanted to. 

“You’re welcome,” He replied, and my thighs clenched together at how rough he sounded. Did touching him do that? Or was it the praise? It could be both. “Drive safe, okay? You can follow me if that helps.”

I nodded, swallowing. The icy air outside did nothing to put out the blistering heat coursing between us right now. It was overwhelming how hot it was. Turning up my A/C, I pointed the vent directly at my face.

“See you in a few minutes,” I breathed, still unable to look at him.

Jimin closed my door, and I leaned back in my seat breathing heavily. I watched him as he rounded the front of my car, those pants sticking to his legs like a second skin and groaned. I had never felt this level of desire for anyone before. 

He reminded me so much of Namjoon. His beautiful brain and love for music and poetry so reminiscent it managed to bring me back to happier times. In the beginning I was afraid my attraction to him stemmed from that link. Because he reminded me of something I had loved so dearly that meant what I was beginning to feel was just a projection.

I was wrong. So unbelievably wrong. Jimin had a passion that Joon could never replicate. If Joon was a warm blanket, then Jimin was like the tide in the sea. On the surface it was calm, steady, and beautiful. Underneath that was life like nothing I had ever seen before. He was refreshing and filled with this fire for life that reminded me of my own from years ago.

Namjoon was perfect, a boy-next-door, and soft spoken. Back then I had enough of that passion for the both of us. Now I saw more and more parallels between us than ever before. I was uncertain, waiting for someone else to bring excitement back into my life, too afraid to reach out and take what I wanted anymore.

And then Jimin was there with that big smile willing to take me on whatever adventure I desired. All I had to do was ask. It was exhilarating, fun, and I was happy to be a part of the ride. His softness, his kindness, his understanding- all of it wrapped up in a pretty red bow. A gift that kept on giving.

I did not love Jimin, but I knew then that I could. With his sharp tongue and charisma, it was impossible not to. Everyone else did. Who was I to think I could be any different? I was a slave to his happiness. It was in that moment, sitting in my car, that I finally understood what was happening.

I was falling in love and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

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how would you feel about writing a threesome about some players? 🤭 and if yes, could those players be connor dewar and matthew knies? 🤭🤭

bad idea! - 2324 (m. knies, c. dewar)

“You put your hands under my shirt,

undid my bra and said these words;

‘Darling, you’re so pretty, it hurts.’”

summary: a housewarming party turns into something new… for all parties involved.

pairing: boyfriend!matthew knies x girlfriend!fem!reader x new guy!connor dewar

word count: 8.6k

warnings: SO INCREDIBLY NSFW. PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE. Alcohol, unprotected sex(oral, m receiving, & p in v) degradation and derogatory language, creampie, threesome? I mean it’s in the title.

notes:

- would like to insinuate! that this is wildly unrealistic and would never happen in real life! they both have girlfriends! hockey tumblr is just insane I fear.

- anon you’re actually insane. I stared at this request for SO LONG when I got it. But I’ve delivered.

- this is so out of my comfort zone once again, hopefully I didn’t completely butcher it.

- was initially doing boyfriend dewey but boyfriend matt felt right.

- ^ them calling each other their silly little locker room nicknames while literally doing unspeakable things is so funny to me but it made so much sense.

- this is the new gen of marner x matthews x reader threesome fics. the youngins are taking over.

- not super proof read.

***

You’ve found yourself on a plush sofa, all wrapped up in your boyfriends arms, perched on his lap. Nothing weird, right? Except for the fact that it’s not your house. And you’re not alone.

It started out as a housewarming party. One where, the new guy on the team invited everyone over to his new place to get to know each other—pretty much a pity excuse to drink beer and fool around.

The apartment is nice, like, scary nice, with floor-to-ceiling windows that made Toronto look far nicer than it actually was. But eventually, the team cleared out, their perfect blonde WAG’s hooked to their arms as they left behind bottles of nice wine that the host would probably never touch if it weren’t for you and Matthew being the only ones left—probably overstaying your welcome.

You were different than the rest of the girls. Not like you were trying to, you actually felt a little isolated and wanted to be included, but just never found your fit. It didn’t help that he was the youngest on the team, and you didn’t have much in common with anyone else, except one guy.

“Aha! Got it!” Connor celebrates along with the pop of the cork from the bottle of fancy red. One of your hands is busy raking through the soft strands of Matthew’s hair, but you happily take a glass from Connor, handing it to Matthew before you obtain your own.

The warm burn down your throat causes your body to melt further into Matthew’s, and he responds by tightening his arms around you. You can’t help but let out a little sigh of contentment, fully melting into Matthew’s embrace. He’s always been the kind of guy who knows exactly how to make you feel comfortable—whether it’s on the ice or right here, on his lap, in someone else’s swanky apartment. But right now, your thoughts are split between the delicious red wine and the man across from you. With a smack of your lips, you raise your glass toward Connor. “Damn, this is actually pretty good. Who brought it?” You ask.

Connor takes a seat on the sofa, setting down his own wine glass on the coffee table as he reaches for the bag he received it in. His voice snaps you out of your tipsy reverie. "Welcome to Toronto, from the Marners," he reads with a smirk, clearly amused by the fancy tag. His green eyes flick up to meet yours, and you can’t help but notice how the dim lighting makes them appear even more intense.

You take a slow sip from your glass, pretending to contemplate the wine, but really you're just trying to figure out how you ended up here—tipsy, on your boyfriend’s lap, in the apartment of the guy with those ridiculously green eyes. Maybe it's the wine, or maybe it's the way Matthew’s fingers trace absent patterns on your thigh, but you suddenly feel a little more flustered than usual.

“From the Marners, huh? Figures,” you quip, your lips curving into a smirk. “Only they’d bring something so fancy to a party that’s basically just a glorified excuse to get hammered.”

Matthew chuckles against your neck, his lips grazing your skin in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. “Mitchy’s always gotta be the classy one,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

Connor raises an eyebrow, his grin widening as he takes a sip of his own wine. “You saying this wine’s too good for you, Matt?”

Matthew snorts, his arms tightening around you even more as he leans forward, bringing you with him. “Nah, just saying I’m more of a beer guy.”

“Same,” Connor admits, setting the bottle aside. “But I’m not complaining about this.” He tilts his glass toward you in a silent toast, and you return it with a little more enthusiasm than necessary, feeling the alcohol start to take effect.

"Good thing we stayed," Matthew murmurs into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively lean back into him, his arms tightening around you as if sensing your need for closeness.

Before long, the wine bottle is nearly empty, and you’re all more than a little tipsy. You’re laughing at something Connor said—something about how his mom still sends him care packages even though he’s a grown man and a professional athlete—and you suddenly realize just how close you are to him now. At some point, you must’ve leaned forward in Matthew’s lap, and now your legs are tangled with Connor’s, your hands still absentmindedly playing with Matthew’s hair.

Connor’s gaze flickers down to where your legs are brushing against his, and then back up to your eyes. There’s a pause, just a fraction of a second, but it’s enough to make your breath catch in your throat. It’s as if the air between the three of you shifts, becoming something more charged, more electric. You can feel Matthew’s heartbeat against your back, steady but quickening, and you wonder if he’s feeling the same thing you are.

"So," Connor says, his voice casual but his eyes anything but. "You two have been together for how long now?"

"Two years," you reply, a little too quickly, as if that solidifies something, even though you're not sure what.

"Yeah, two years," Matthew echoes, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh, and you swear the air in the room thickens just a little.

"That’s a pretty long time," Connor remarks, his tone unreadable, but there's a glint in his eyes that makes your pulse quicken. "Guess you two must know each other pretty well by now."

You nod, biting your lip to stop the nervous laugh that wants to escape. "Yeah, you could say that."

Connor’s lips curl into a smile that’s just shy of being a smirk. "Ever get bored?"

The question hangs in the air, heavy and charged, and you’re not sure if the heat you feel is from the wine or the way both guys are looking at you. Your mind scrambles for a response, but nothing comes out, and it’s Matthew who finally breaks the silence.

"Nah," he says, his voice low and playful. "We keep things... interesting."

There’s a pause, and then Connor chuckles, the sound rich and knowing. "I bet."

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the conversation. “So, uh, Connor… you’re not too lonely here in Toronto, are you?” The words come out a little more suggestive than you intended, and you internally cringe, hoping he doesn’t notice. But then again, maybe you hope he does.

Connor’s grin turns slightly lopsided, and there’s a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. “Not when I’ve got good company like this,” he says, his voice low, almost a purr. His hand rests on the back of the sofa, just inches from where your knee is resting, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, even from this short distance.

Matthew shifts behind you, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit, and suddenly you’re hyper-aware of every point of contact between the three of you. Your mind starts racing, thinking of the possibilities, the what-ifs, and the little voice in your head that usually screams “bad idea” is strangely quiet.

You take another sip of your wine, trying to calm the racing of your heart. “You know,” you say, your voice softer now, almost conspiratorial, “this place really is way too nice for just one person. You should throw more parties, Connor. Get people over here more often.”

Connor’s smile widens, and he leans in a little closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You offering to help me break this place in?”

Matthew’s hand slips under the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. His voice is a low rumble in your ear. “Want us to help with that right now, Dewey?”

Your brain practically short-circuits, the words looping in your head on repeat. Want us to help with that right now, Dewey? You blink, staring straight ahead as if your wine glass holds all the answers in the world. Did he really just say that?

Did he really just offer—

Connor's eyes flick from Matthew to you, and you can see the gears turning behind them. His lips twitch, like he's trying to decide if Matthew is joking or if he's serious. And, oh god, what if he’s serious?

Your mind races, desperately trying to catch up. You’ve known Matthew for two years, and sure, he’s always been the adventurous type—the guy who wanted to skydive on your first anniversary and suggested a spontaneous road trip across Canada when you had a weekend off. But this? This is a whole different level of adventurous, and it’s not exactly something you had penciled into your plans for the evening.

Sure, you’re both secure people. It’s the type of relationship where you have so much trust in each other that you don’t really care or notice when your partner is talking to somebody else. Hell, you’d even talked about spicing up your sex life— but now?

Your voice is stuck in your throat, so you take another sip of wine, hoping the alcohol will somehow give you the courage to say something. Anything. Preferably something that doesn’t make you sound like a complete idiot. But when you glance at Connor again, you see that his grin has shifted into something a bit more… intrigued. Okay, so maybe he’s not freaked out.

Matthew’s fingers are still tracing patterns on your skin, and now it feels like they’re leaving little trails of fire wherever they touch. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, the solid weight of his arms around you, and beneath it all, the steady thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat against your back. You could probably melt into him if you weren’t so hyper-aware of everything.

Is this really happening?

You bite your lip, hard, trying to focus. You’ve always prided yourself on being level-headed, even in the most unexpected situations, but this? This is something else entirely. Your eyes dart to Connor again, and you notice the way his gaze lingers on where Matthew’s hand rests under your shirt. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t. And for a moment, the only sound is the soft hum of the city outside those enormous windows.

Okay, okay, okay, you mentally coach yourself. Focus. You’re in an apartment with two very attractive men who are both looking at you like you’re the last slice of pizza on game night. What do you do?

The smart thing to do would be to laugh it off. Make a joke, lighten the mood, and pretend like Matthew didn’t just suggest what he did. But another part of you—the part that’s had a few glasses of wine and is currently enjoying the hell out of the attention—wants to see where this goes. Just how adventurous are you feeling tonight?

No, you can’t seriously be considering this. Not in someone else’s apartment. Not with your boyfriend. And certainly not with your boyfriend and his ridiculously attractive teammate who has been eyeing you like a wolf eyeing a particularly tasty lamb chop.

And yet… the wine is humming through your veins, loosening the edges of your inhibitions. The buzz from the alcohol mingles with the warmth of Matthew’s hands on your skin, making it hard to think straight, let alone form a coherent response.

“Babe, are you—”

“Serious?” Matthew finishes for you, his tone a mix of playful and serious that only he can pull off. His fingers trace slow, lazy circles on your skin, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the sensation of his touch. “I mean… you’ve seen the way Connor’s been looking at you all night.”

Your breath catches, and your eyes flick to Connor, who has gone oddly quiet, just watching the two of you with those intense green eyes. They practically glow in the dim light, and you’re pretty sure your heart just skipped a beat. Or maybe three.

Connor shifts slightly, leaning back against the armrest of the sofa, his posture casual, but there’s a tension in his shoulders that says he’s anything but relaxed. His gaze is like a physical thing, all focused and heavy, and it’s clear that he’s waiting for your response.

“So… you’re not freaked out?” you ask, directing the question at both of them, but your eyes are locked on Connor’s.

Matthew lets out a low chuckle that vibrates through your back. “Freaked out? Nah. Curious? Definitely.” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it that you’ve never quite heard before. “Besides,” he adds, his breath hot against your ear, “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him too.”

Your heart does that annoying fluttery thing again, and you feel your face heat up. Damn it, why does Matthew have to be so perceptive? You had hoped you were being subtle, but apparently not.

But now that it’s out in the open, there’s no denying it. Yeah, you’ve been looking at Connor. How could you not? He’s practically a walking wet dream, in the way that he sort of looks like Matthew, but a bit scruffier, rougher. And those eyes? They could probably convince you to rob a bank if he looked at you long enough. And the way he’s looking at you now… well, you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t mind if you got a little… adventurous.

But then, he speaks.

“You up to share her, Kniesy?”

Your heart nearly stops at Connor’s question, and your brain short-circuits as you struggle to process the words. Did he really just say that? You’re sitting there, wine glass halfway to your lips, and the world seems to pause for just a moment, like the universe itself is holding its breath, waiting for someone to say something, do something—anything to break the tension hanging in the air like a thunderstorm about to crack open.

Matthew’s response is immediate, though. He doesn’t even hesitate. “Depends,” he says, and there’s a playful lilt in his voice, but the undercurrent of desire is unmistakable. “What’s in it for me?”

You’re so flustered you nearly spill your wine, but you manage to take a sip to calm your nerves—though you’re not sure why you think more alcohol is a good idea at this point. All it does is make the heat pooling in your lower belly more intense, more undeniable.

Connor’s eyes flick back to you, and his smirk widens, like he’s thoroughly enjoying the way you’re squirming on Matthew’s lap. “I think we can find a way to make it worth your while,” he replies smoothly, leaning forward just enough to close some of the distance between you. “But only if she’s up for it, of course.”

Oh, God. You’re pretty sure your face is bright red by now. The idea of being the focus of attention for both of these guys, of being shared between them—it’s something straight out of one of those steamy romance novels you hide under your pillow. Something you never thought would even remotely happen in real life. And yet here you are, in the middle of it, and you have absolutely no idea how to react.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it. “You guys are… You’re serious, aren’t you?” you manage to ask, your voice a little shaky, a little disbelieving, but also… maybe a little excited? You can’t even tell anymore. Everything feels so overwhelming, like your senses are dialed up to eleven.

Matthew’s lips press against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, and you can feel him grin against your skin. “Dead serious,” he murmurs, and the way his breath fans over your neck makes your pulse race.

You glance back at Connor, who’s watching you with an expression that’s both amused and predatory, like he’s enjoying every second of your internal struggle. “But only if you’re into it,” he adds, his voice softening just a touch. “We’re not gonna push you into anything, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. The word sends a jolt through you, like a spark of electricity that zings right through your nerves. You swallow hard, trying to get your brain to catch up with what’s happening. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it—Connor’s been on your radar from the moment you walked into his apartment, his eyes drawing you in like a magnet. But you never expected this to actually happen. It was just a fantasy, something to laugh about later when you were alone with Matthew. But now it’s real, and you have to decide if you’re going to step into it or step away.

Matthew’s hand slips under your shirt again, this time tracing patterns that make you shiver. His fingers are warm, roughened from years of hockey, and they’re driving you to the brink of distraction. “We don’t have to,” he whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “But I think you want to.”

Your cheeks flush even hotter because damn it, he’s right. You do want to. You’ve wanted to since the second Connor sat down across from you with that lazy, self-assured grin. But admitting it? That’s a whole other thing. And what happens after?

You’re more than curious—your body is practically screaming at you to throw caution to the wind and dive headfirst into whatever this is. But your mind is still struggling to catch up, still trying to process the idea of… of what, exactly? Letting go? Letting both of them take you apart, piece by piece?

Oh God, why does that sound so appealing?

You glance at Connor again, and he’s closer now, his hand resting on your knee, his thumb drawing slow circles on your skin. It’s such a small, innocuous touch, but it sends a shock of electricity straight through you, and suddenly you’re very aware of just how close he is, how easily he could lean in and…

Your thoughts are interrupted by the feel of Matthew’s lips pressing against your neck, soft and teasing, and your resolve starts to crumble. His breath is warm against your skin, and the way his hands are roaming your body—slow, deliberate—makes it almost impossible to think straight.

Almost.

But then Connor leans in, his lips brushing against your temple, and that’s the moment your brain decides to completely short-circuit. Two sets of hands, two sets of lips, two sets of eyes watching your every reaction, waiting to see how you’ll respond—it’s overwhelming in the best way, and all the reasons you were hesitating before suddenly seem a lot less important.

“Okay,” you whisper, and you’re not sure who you’re talking to, or maybe you’re talking to both of them. “Okay.”

The word hangs in the air for a moment, and then Matthew’s lips curve into a grin against your skin. “Okay?” he repeats, his voice laced with anticipation.

“Okay,” you say again, this time a little louder, a little more confident. “But… go easy on me, okay? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Connor’s hand squeezes your knee gently, reassuringly. “Don’t worry,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “We’ll take good care of you.”

You believe him. How could you not, with the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing that matters? And with Matthew’s arms around you, grounding you, making you feel safe even as you’re about to step into something completely unknown—you know you’re in good hands.

“Okay,” you repeat absentmindedly, your voice a little steadier now. You’ve already said it, and you’re not going to back out. You’re in this. God help you, you’re in this.

Matthew smirks against your skin, and you can practically feel the satisfaction radiating off him. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, and oh, you hate how much you love that.

Connor’s hand squeezes your knee again, drawing your attention back to him. He’s closer now, his green eyes dark and intense, and it’s like he can see right through you. Like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. And maybe he does.

“You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” Connor asks, his voice a mix of playful and serious, and damn it, why does he have to call you that? It’s doing things to you—things that are making it really hard to think straight.

“I think she’s ready,” Matthew answers for you, his lips brushing against your ear, and you shiver at the sensation. “She’s been ready since we walked in here.”

You open your mouth to protest, to say that’s not true—but then you stop yourself, because… well, it kind of is. You’ve been eyeing Connor since the moment you walked in, wondering what it would be like to get closer to him, to touch him, to feel him. And now you’re about to find out.

God, what have you gotten yourself into?

Connor’s hand slides up your thigh, his touch slow and deliberate, and you swear your brain just checked out. You’re pretty sure your IQ just dropped by about fifty points, because all you can think about is how good his hand feels on your skin. You’ve barely touched him, and already you’re on the verge of losing it.

Matthew chuckles, clearly enjoying your flustered state, and his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “She’s definitely ready,” he says, and there’s a hint of mischief in his voice that makes you want to both kiss him and punch him at the same time.

Connor’s hand continues its journey up your thigh, slipping under your skirt, and oh god, you’re pretty sure you just forgot how to breathe. His fingers brush against your inner thigh, so close to where you’re starting to ache, and you can’t help but squirm in Matthew’s lap.

“You okay there, babe?” Matthew asks, his voice laced with amusement, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you manage to say, though your voice is a little breathless, a little shaky. Fine? Yeah, that’s one word for it. Another word might be “freaking out,” but you’re not about to admit that.

Connor’s hand pauses, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, teasing circles, and you swear you’re going to combust. “You’re sure?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, and you can feel his breath against your cheek.

“Yes,” you blurt out, a little too quickly, a little too loudly, and both guys chuckle at your obvious desperation. You immediately regret it, but there’s no taking it back now. You’ve already dug your grave, and now you have to lie in it.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Connor teases, and you want to snap back with a witty retort, but all that comes out is a strangled sound as his fingers finally brush against your panties. It’s the lightest touch, barely there, but it’s enough to make you gasp.

Matthew’s hands slide up your sides, his fingers warm and insistent as he pushes your shirt up and over your head. Your arms go up automatically, letting him strip you down, and there’s something so domestic about the way he does it, like this is just a normal Tuesday night and not… whatever this is about to be. His lips press against your neck, and you can feel him grin against your skin. “She’s always eager,” he says, and there’s a fondness in his voice that makes your heart squeeze even as your body melts under his touch.

Soon enough, their shirts are discarded too, and there’s suddenly twelve abs for you to stare at. Matthew’s hands continue their upward journey, sliding over your ribcage, fingers brushing just under the curve of your breasts. You feel like you’re losing your mind, and the way both of them are touching you isn’t helping. It’s like they’re playing a game, one where the goal is to make you completely forget how to function as a human being.

"How's she looking from over there, Dew?" Matthew asks, his tone casual, like they're discussing the weather. Except instead of clouds and sunshine, it's your rapidly escalating arousal.

"Pretty worked up," Connor replies, his voice low and just a touch wicked. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, achingly slowly. "I think we can take care of that, though."

Matthew's hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before his thumb brushes over your nipple. The sensation shoots straight through you, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep from making a sound that would definitely give away just how turned on you are right now.

You can’t help it—your eyes flutter closed, and you let out a shaky breath as you lean back against Matthew, your head resting on his shoulder. You feel his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, and you know he’s enjoying every second of this.

Connor’s hand moves higher, his fingers slipping between your legs, and you gasp, your eyes snapping open. His touch is light, teasing, but it’s enough to make you arch your back, pressing yourself against Matthew’s chest.

“God, you’re so sensitive,” Connor murmurs, his voice dark and smooth like melted chocolate, and you shiver at the sound. His fingers brush against you again, more deliberate this time, and you let out a soft moan before you can stop yourself. “You like that, sweetheart?”

“I—” You’re not sure what you were going to say, but it’s lost as Matthew’s hand tightens on your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple again, sending another wave of heat crashing through you. You’re caught between them, trapped in the best possible way, and all you can do is try to hold onto some semblance of composure. Which, frankly, is a losing battle at this point.

“Think she likes it, Dew,” Matthew comments, his voice dripping with amusement, and you want to glare at him, but your body betrays you, your hips lifting slightly to press against Connor’s hand.

Connor chuckles, low and deep, and you swear it vibrates through your whole body. “Yeah, I think she does too.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your cheek as he whispers, “You gonna be a good girl and let us take care of you?”

You nod, the motion jerky and unsteady, and you feel Matthew’s chest rumble with laughter behind you. “She’s such a good girl,” he murmurs, and you hate that his words make you shiver, that they make your breath hitch and your pulse race.

“I don’t know…” Connor’s voice is thoughtful, teasing, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips. “Think she can handle the both of us, Matt?”

There’s a pause, and then Matthew’s hand slides down your body, his fingers slipping between your legs to join Connor’s. You suck in a breath, your whole body tensing as they both touch you, as they both start to explore, and it’s like every nerve ending in your body is suddenly on fire.

“Oh, I think she can handle it,” Matthew says, his voice low and wicked, and you let out a whimper as their fingers move in tandem, teasing and tormenting you until you’re squirming in their grasp, desperate for more.

“Please,” you manage to choke out, and you’re not sure what you’re asking for—more, less, anything to make this unbearable tension snap. But you don’t care, because you need something before you lose your mind.

Connor hums, clearly pleased with your desperation, and his fingers slide higher, finally brushing against your clit. You let out a gasp, your body jolting at the sudden jolt of pleasure, and you feel Matthew’s grip tighten on you, holding you steady as you squirm.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” Connor murmurs, his voice dark and husky, and you feel your face heat with embarrassment, but you can’t even bring yourself to care. “Is this all for me? What’s your boyfriend going to think of that?”

“W-what’s he going to think?” you stammer out, trying to keep your voice steady. It’s a futile effort, though. Your voice is breathy, trembling, and you know they can both hear it.

Connor chuckles, his thumb brushing over your clit in a slow, teasing circle. “Oh, I think he’ll understand. After all…” His lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and although you don’t know it, he locks eyes with Matthew. “He’s the one who got you into this mess, isn’t he?”

Your mind scrambles to process what he’s saying, but it’s hard to think when his fingers are working you over like that, making your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. You open your mouth to argue, to say something, anything that doesn’t make you sound like you’re seconds away from losing it, but all that comes out is a soft moan.

It’s too much. It’s all too much, but God, it’s not enough either.

You swallow hard, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, but they’re slipping through your fingers like sand. The pressure building inside you is unbearable, and you know you’re on the verge of losing whatever composure you’ve managed to hold on to.

“Connor, stop teasing her,” Matthew’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp and authoritative, like he’s giving an order. And maybe he is, because Connor’s fingers press a little harder, a little faster, and you let out a breathy moan that you’re sure they’ll both tease you about later. “She’s ready for more than this.”

You should probably be embarrassed by how desperate you sound, how completely at their mercy you are right now, but all you can think about is the way Connor’s fingers feel as they stroke you. The way Matthew’s hand feels against your breast, each touch pulling you deeper into the spiral of sensation. And it’s impossible to care about anything else, not when every nerve in your body is on high alert, every inch of your skin tingling under their touch.

“I’m not so sure,” Connor replies, and there’s a wicked edge to his voice that sends a shiver down your spine. “She’s all worked up, but she’s still so quiet. Maybe we’re not doing enough to really get her going.”

That snaps something inside you. They’re playing with you, pushing and pulling, trying to see how far they can go before you completely fall apart. And the worst part is, it’s working. You can barely keep up, your mind spinning as you try to figure out how to respond, how to prove them wrong.

“I’m not—” Your voice catches, breathy and uneven, and you try again, forcing the words out even as Connor’s fingers continue their merciless teasing. “I’m not quiet.”

“Oh?” Connor’s tone is mocking, but there’s a challenge in it too, one that makes your pulse spike. “You’re not quiet, huh? So you wouldn’t mind making a little more noise for us, then?”

You want to say something snarky, something to wipe that smug grin off his face, but all that comes out is a half-choked gasp as Matthew’s hand slides down your body, joining Connor’s in teasing your sensitive skin once again. The two of them are working together, their touches synchronized, perfectly in tune with each other—and with you.

It’s maddening, the way they seem to know exactly what you need, exactly how to push you to the brink without letting you fall over the edge. You’re so turned on, so completely overwhelmed, that you’re starting to lose track of what’s happening, of who’s touching you where. All you know is that it feels good, too good, and you don’t want it to stop.

Your breath hitches as Connor’s fingers finally, finally slip inside you, and you can’t help the way your body arches, pressing back against Matthew while pushing into Connor’s touch. It’s a pathetic move, driven by instinct and desperation, but at this point, you’ve abandoned all pretense of dignity.

“God, she’s still so wet,” Connor practically growls, his fingers moving inside you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that’s driving you insane. “I don’t think she’s going to last long, Kniesy.”

Matthew’s laughter rumbles through his chest, vibrating against your back, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the way Connor’s fingers are working you over. Almost. “You’re right, Dewey. Poor girl’s about to lose her mind.”

It’s like they’re speaking a different language, one that only they understand. The teasing, the way they’re talking about you like you’re not even here, it’s making your thoughts race. But it’s also turning you on even more, if that’s even possible. They’re both so confident, so in control, and you—well, you’re just trying to keep up.

“Think she’s ready for the next step?” Connor’s voice drops lower, his fingers curling inside you just right, and your breath stutters in your throat. You don’t even have the mental capacity to figure out what the “next step” is, but the way they’re both looking at you makes it clear that you’re about to find out.

“She’s ready,” Matthew answers for you, because of course he does. His hands move from your breasts to your waist, and suddenly he’s shifting you in his lap, turning you so that you’re facing Connor, who’s now standing in front of you with a wicked grin that sends a fresh wave of heat through you.

“Wait—” you start, but it’s too late. Matthew’s hands are on your hips, guiding you down to your knees on the floor in front of Connor, and it suddenly becomes very clear what they’ve got in mind. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of excitement and nerves, and you can barely think straight with the way they’re both looking at you.

“Such a good girl,” Matthew murmurs in your ear as his hands slide down your back, his lips brushing against your neck. “You’re going to take care of him, yeah?”

“Are you nervous, sweetheart?” Connor’s tone is gentle, teasing, but there’s a note of genuine curiosity there. His thumb presses a little harder against your lip, sliding it down until you feel the cool air on your tongue. “You don’t have to be, you know. We’ll take good care of you.”

“I’m not—” Your protest is cut off as Connor’s thumb pushes into your mouth, just enough to make your lips close around it. Instinctively, you suck, and the pleased hum he makes in response sends a shiver down your spine. Okay, you’re in trouble. Big, big trouble.

Behind you, Matthew’s hands are still resting on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin. It’s comforting, in a way, except for the fact that it’s doing absolutely nothing to calm you down. Especially not when you feel him shift, leaning in closer until his chest is pressed against your back, warm and solid.

“Relax, babe,” Matthew murmurs, his lips brushing your ear in a way that makes you shiver. “Just let us take over for a while. I promise, you’re going to like what happens next.”

You want to argue, to maintain some semblance of control, but the way they’re both looking at you, the way they’re touching you—it’s like they’ve already got you figured out, and honestly, maybe they do. You’re practically vibrating with need, and you know they can see it.

Connor finally pulls his thumb from your mouth, his eyes darkening as he watches the way your lips cling to it for just a second longer than necessary. “You’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, and it sends a fresh wave of heat through you.

“Isn’t she?” Matthew agrees, his hands sliding up your sides, under your arms, and suddenly, he’s guiding you back, lifting you just enough that you end up half-sitting in his lap, your back against his chest. The position spreads your legs a little wider, and you can feel the way his fingers press into your thighs, holding you open. “Dew, why don’t you give her something to keep that pretty mouth busy?”

Connor’s grin is slow, almost predatory, as he stands, unbuttoning his pants with deliberate slowness. “You heard the man,” he says, his voice thick as he steps closer. “Open wide, sweetheart.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure they can both hear it, but somehow, you manage to obey, your mouth parting as Connor guides his cock toward your lips. You’ve barely had time to process the size of him before he’s slipping inside, and you can’t help but let out a little whimper as he fills your mouth.

“Good girl,” Connor breathes, his hand cupping the back of your head as he starts to move, slowly at first, just enough to let you get used to the feel of him. You focus on relaxing, on breathing through your nose, but it’s hard when you’re so aware of Matthew’s hands on your body, his lips trailing down your neck, and you realize you’re caught between them, completely at their mercy.

It’s a heady sensation, being so utterly out of control, and you can’t deny that it’s turning you on more than you thought possible. Connor’s hips are moving with a steady rhythm now, each thrust making you moan around him, and the sound only seems to spur him on.

“God, she’s so good at this,” Connor groans, his voice strained with pleasure. “You’ve got her trained well, Matt.”

Matthew chuckles, his hands moving to your breasts, kneading them through the fabric of your bra. “She’s a fast learner,” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “But I think she’s ready for a little more, don’t you?”

Connor's grin is slow, almost predatory, as he pulls out of your mouth. You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s reaching down, his hands brushing against Matthew’s as they both guide you onto your hands and knees. "Definitely ready," Connor agrees, his tone filled with anticipation.

Your mind is spinning, and you can’t believe you’re actually going along with this, but the way they’re both looking at you, like you’re the only thing they care about right now, makes it impossible to stop. You feel Matthew’s hands sliding down your back, steadying you as he moves behind you.

“Relax,” Matthew murmurs again, his voice soft but firm. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”

You’re about to respond, maybe even make a joke to lighten the tension, but the words get caught in your throat as you feel Matthew press into you from behind. The sensation of him filling you, slow and deliberate, makes your head spin, and you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Matthew groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow, deliberate, and you can feel every inch of him as he stretches you open. It’s somehow comforting, that he knows you so well to push you to the edge without letting you tip over, but you still can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips.

“That’s ‘cause she’s so worked up,” Connor chimes in, his voice filled with that familiar teasing edge. He’s still standing in front of you, his cock inches away from your lips, and you can tell he’s enjoying every second of this. “She’s been begging for it without even realizing.”

You want to argue, to deny it, but all that comes out is a soft, breathless moan as Matthew thrusts into you again, his pace picking up slightly. It’s impossible to focus on anything other than the way your body is responding to both of them, your skin tingling with every touch, every word.

“See? I told you,” Connor says with a smirk, his hand cupping your chin and guiding you to look up at him. “Now be a good girl and open up for me again. We wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied, would we?”

The challenge in his voice is enough to make your pulse spike, and despite the way your mind is spinning, you obey. Your lips part, and Connor’s fingers slide over your lower lip, teasing you for just a moment before he pushes his cock past them again. The sensation of being filled at both ends is overwhelming, and it’s all you can do to keep your moans muffled as Connor starts to move in sync with Matthew.

“There we go,” Connor murmurs, his voice low and soothing, like he’s coaxing you into submission. “Just like that. You’re taking us so well, sweetheart.”

Your mind is a haze of sensation, and it’s hard to keep track of who’s doing what. All you know is that you’re caught between them, every inch of your body alight with pleasure as they work together to take you apart. The feeling of Matthew’s cock moving inside you, paired with the way Connor’s thrusting into your mouth, is almost too much to handle. You can barely breathe, barely think, and you’re starting to wonder if you’ll survive this without completely losing it.

“Look at her,” Matthew murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as his hands tighten on your hips, steadying you. “She’s doing so well. You see how she’s taking us, Dew?”

Connor’s responding groan vibrates through you, his grip on your hair tightening as he thrusts just a little deeper. “Yeah, I see it. Fuck, she’s a natural.” His voice is rough, strained with the effort of holding back, and you can feel it too—the way his control is slipping, the tension winding tighter with every movement.

It should be too much. It is too much, but the way they’re talking about you, like you’re this perfect little plaything for them to share, has your head spinning in a different way. You’ve never felt so out of control, yet at the same time, you’re exactly where you want to be—caught between them, feeling everything they’re giving you, their attention focused entirely on you.

“God, you’re a mess,” Matthew says with a chuckle, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in closer. “You like this, huh? You like being our good girl?”

The way he says it, low and possessive, sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t stop the soft, desperate moan that escapes your lips, muffled around Connor’s cock. You don’t even care how wrecked you sound—you just want more. You want them to keep going, to take you apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left.

Connor’s grip in your hair tightens as he pulls back slightly, giving you just enough space to breathe before he thrusts forward again, filling your mouth to the hilt. “She fuckin’ loves it,” he groans, his voice laced with pleasure. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You love being our little slut, don’t you?”

The dirty words shoot straight to your core, and you can’t help the way your body reacts, tightening around Matthew as a wave of pleasure crashes over you. It’s too much, but you don’t want it to stop. You’re caught in this heady mix of sensations, of being used and praised, and it’s making you dizzy.

“Fuck, baby, don’t do that,” Matthew grits out, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. You can feel his control slipping, his need to get off almost as intense as yours. “I can’t—Connor, she’s gonna make me come if I keep this up.”

Connor pulls out of your mouth with a groan, his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. His eyes are dark with lust, a wicked grin playing at his lips. “Can’t have that now, can we? Why don’t you let me take over?”

Before you can even process what’s happening, Matthew is pulling out of you, his hands gripping your waist as he lifts you up and turns you around. The sudden movement leaves you breathless, your body still trembling with need, and you barely have time to catch your breath before Connor is guiding you onto his lap, his hands sliding under your thighs to spread you open like Matthew did.

“Look at you,” Connor murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of awe and lust as he takes in the sight of you, laid out before him. “You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart.”

You don’t have time to respond—not that you could, with the way your brain is currently short-circuiting—because Matthew is right there, his hands on your shoulders as he guides you up to his cock. “Come on, babe,” he says, his voice rough with need. “You know what to do.”

You obey without thinking, your lips parting as you take him into your mouth, your senses flooded with the taste of him. The moment your tongue touches him, he lets out a low groan, his hands threading through your hair as he starts to move, his hips thrusting forward in slow, deliberate motions.

Meanwhile, Connor isn’t wasting any time. He’s lining himself up with your entrance, his hands gripping your thighs as lowers you onto him in one smooth motion, filling you completely. The sudden stretch has you gasping around Matthew’s cock, your body arching off of him as pleasure and pain mix together in a heady, intoxicating blend.

“God, she’s tight,” Connor groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts into you with increasing intensity. “She’s practically squeezing me.”

Matthew chuckles, though it’s strained with his own arousal. “She’s doing great, Dewey. Look at her, taking both of us so well.” He tilts your head up slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you struggle to keep up. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Taking us both like this.”

The praise makes your stomach flip, and despite the intensity of the situation, you can’t help but feel a rush of pride at the way they’re both focused on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re the only thing that matters right now, like they’re both completely caught up in the moment, sends a thrill of pleasure straight to your core.

But it’s also overwhelming, the way they’re both pushing you to your limits. You’re barely holding it together, your body trembling with the effort of keeping up with them, and you can feel the heat building in your belly, coiling tighter with every thrust. It’s too much, too fast, but you don’t want them to stop. You want more—you want everything they can give you.

Connor’s pace is relentless now, his thrusts coming faster and harder as he chases his own release. “Fuck, she’s close,” he mutters, his voice rough with need. “I can feel it. She’s gonna come any second.”

Matthew’s grip in your hair tightens, and he lets out a low groan as he thrusts deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “You hear that, babe? Connor’s right. You’re so close, aren’t you? You want to come with us?”

You can’t answer—not with your mouth full—but the desperate, muffled moan you let out is answer enough. You’re on the brink, teetering on the edge of a mind-shattering orgasm, and all it takes is one more thrust from Connor, one more press of Matthew’s cock against the back of your throat, to send you tumbling over.

The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, and your whole body tenses as pleasure pulses through you in sharp, electric bursts. You’re barely aware of the way your nails dig into Matthew’s thighs, the way your legs shake as Connor fucks you through it, both of them focused entirely on wringing every last bit of pleasure out of you.

Connor’s pace falters as he feels you clench around him, his control slipping as he nears his own release. “Fuck,” he growls, his voice strained as he struggles to hold on. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

You can’t answer, but your body does it for you, your hips pushing back against him as if to say yes, yes, you want it. Matthew groans at the sight of you so desperate and needy, his own control slipping as well. “She wants it,” Matthew murmurs, his voice low and rough as he watches you. “She’s practically begging for it.”

Connor lets out a low curse as he finally loses control, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spills into you, filling you with a warmth that only intensifies the pleasure still thrumming through your veins. At the same time, Matthew’s hips jerk forward as he comes, his grip in your hair tightening as he holds you in place, his release hitting the back of your throat.

The sensation of both of them coming inside you, the way they’re both groaning your name, is enough to send another wave of pleasure washing over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. You’re completely spent, your body limp between them, but there’s a strange sort of satisfaction in knowing you took everything they gave you, that you pleased them both.

Connor’s breathing is ragged as he slowly pulls out, his hands still resting on your hips as he steadies you. “Fuck, that was… damn,” he mutters, his voice still thick with arousal as he gently strokes your back, trying to bring you down from your high.

Matthew’s hands are surprisingly gentle as he releases your hair, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he tilts your head up to look at him. “You did so good, babe,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You’re a mess. A happy, sated mess, but still, a mess. Your hair is sticking to your face, your clothes are in disarray, and you’re not entirely sure your legs will support you if you try to stand. And yet, somehow, you’re the only one who seems to be remotely concerned about the fact that you just participated in a spontaneous threesome with your boyfriend and his teammate. The one who just wrecked you, did things to you that probably insinuate him paying you fifty bucks unless you want to be having his freakishly green-eyed babies anytime soon.

"Well," you start, your voice coming out slightly hoarse from earlier activities. "I think it’s safe to say we’ve crossed a few professional boundaries."

Matthew chuckles, reaching down to help you to your feet. His touch is warm and comforting, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes that suggests he’s not quite done teasing you yet. “Boundaries? I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were just… welcoming him to the team.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” you quip back, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But it’s hard when your legs are still wobbly and the room feels like it’s spinning just a bit.

Connor, ever the charmer, steps in closer, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “You know, if you guys are up for it, we could always arrange another… session.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks, and you know your face is probably flushed as red as a stop sign. It’s ridiculous how quickly they can have you flustered again, especially after everything that just happened.

Matthew laughs, and there’s something in his tone that’s both amused and fond. “Nice try, Dewey, but this is a one-time thing. That’s my girl.”

Connor lets out a similar chuckle, although he doesn’t believe him for a second. “Yeah, okay. whatever you say…”

[unpopularvivian]

Which ttte pairings do you like the most?

Well, Edward and Toby are definitely my favorite of course. 😏 I don't really see any content with the two of them that much so I'm here to fix that! Ok, but in all seriousness though. It would have such a pairing with lots of potential like Toby slowly becoming more confident and Edward morphing into his more calmer personality (He's still grumpy and impatient lol) as the two interact.

I also really like Edward and Gordon. Basically, it's the dysfunctional brothers relationship. Edward's the gremlin youngin while Gordon is barely hanging on to his last strand of sanity. I like to imagine that Gordon drags Edward by grabbing his shirt collar or restraining him so that he doesn't kill somebody lol. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Something like this or dunno:

Percy and Mavis are the two siblings that have weird interests and they're the only people who understand each other. Mavis likes alt/goth culture while Percy likes weirdcore/creepy shit. Basically, they're the chill older siblings. Also, you can't forget about Percy's, Phillip's and Pluto's dynamic. They're called the Three Ps for a reason. 🅿️🅿️🅿️

Toby and Henrietta are just the classic "girlboss and malewife" pairing. They're just made for each other, DID YOU NOT SEE HASTY HANNAH?!? These two are married for sure. 💝💝💝💝💝

Some other pairings that I like/love:

Thomas and Percy. They're not "best friends" in my eyes but more like "We both roast each other but we still care" Definitely a reverse of "Thomas' the smart one and Percy's the dumb one". Percy is the only one with more than 1 braincell.

Edward and James. I used to ship these two together until the oversaturation of this ship and the fandom kinda ruining it made me stop shipping this pairing. I imagine them as ex fiancés who thankfully broke up for the good of both of them because the relationship started becoming pretty toxic. They're now like brothers although in some cases, it becomes awkward when somebody brings up their past relationship.

Henry and Hiro: It's really sweet to the point where all of my teeth are rotting because both of them understand each other and still help the other with their problems despite conflicts that happen. Why isn't this ship more popular than it already is???

Edward, Duck and Diesel: Yeah..... This is just the manifestation of chaos itself. 😂😂😂😂 Duck and Diesel are both halves of a whole dumbass while Edward is unsuccessfully trying to stop the two of them from killing each other.

I got a ton more pairings that I would LOVE to talk about, but I don't want to make this extremely long so that's it for now!

[sukunasstomachtongue]

Boss: Prelude

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, cursing, sexual conversation

Part 1: Boss

Tiny began to hate her marriage after the first ten days.

She had low expectations walking into the marriage, as most young women do when they are arranged to marry men over twice their age for nothing but the financial gain of a coldhearted father. She was a pawn on a chessboard for a game that has been going on for longer than she’d been alive. 

Whatever business her father and Rod Reiss had with one another had nothing to do with her personally, yet the rivalry influenced every sector of her life. Where she attended school, what she wore, how big her celebrations were, the type of car she had to drive, all decisions made by her father to one-up Rod Reiss. 

The only good thing that came from the affluent version of a pissing contest was the strong bond she had with Historia, Rod Reiss’s youngest child, and Tiny’s oldest friend. Pre and post-wedding their friendship never wavered, both knowing the best way through this mess was bare it until the right moment came to make a run for it. The pair were so close to securing their independence when the marriage agreement slapped them in the face.

Then she met Levi.

Ask any of the men in her life, and they would all call him a lowly thing, only good for menial physical labor that their overfed and spoiled asses couldn’t dream of doing. But Tiny knew differently. She could see it in the way he accomplished any task asked of him with a gleam in his eye that could make the devil scream. 

Suddenly her days in the Reiss Manor became bearable, armed with the knowledge that wherever she walked, Levi would be somewhere on the property with her, minding his business and completing his tasks. Tiny found her brain stalled several times a day after catching just a glimpse of his short yet powerful stature. 

He worked with a small crew, a group of ten a most, all meandering the lot to accomplish individual tasks. The one time she saw them all together was during their lunch break, under the shade of a large oak tree. Eating their fill, the group would smoke and joke around, pushing each other and letting loose curses that they kept suppressed while working. Levi didn’t talk much, but when he did the rest of his crew would shut up to listen. 

They didn’t talk about the Reiss’s all that much, or any rich folk for that matter. A throwaway remark here or there while telling a story, no names dropped but everyone seemed to understand who exactly was being discussed. Tiny was quick to catch on to the alias for Rod.

Boss. 

Not particularly creative in the slightest except for how they all enunciated the ‘b’ in the word.  Levi didn’t speak about Rod much, he left that for the youngins in his crew. He’d smoked his cigarette and let out a laugh or two as they cursed her husband for whatever grief he gave them. 

The only person outside the crew Levi would talk about was her. It took Tiny a minute to figure out who they were referring to when they said that name. 

Princess. 

Tiny thought they were referring to Historia or the other Reiss women that frequented the manor, but the crew called them different variations of ‘miss’. She was princess, the way she found out was the day she went for a swim in the pool during the same time Connie had finished cleaning it out. 

Later while getting the mail, she heard it.

“Saw princess today jump in the water, almost nutted in my shorts.”

“Lucky. Did you see her come out of it? I’d kill to see her dripping water.”

 “I saw her get dressed one time in front of the window. Boss must not be fucking her because she didn’t have a mark on her.”

“You ever seen her in the gym? Way too much for Boss, no way he’s keeping up with her.”

The group continued to discuss her, unaware of her proximity. Talking over one another, only shutting up when Levi opened his mouth to share his opinion. 

“If I had her, she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed and walk around the house like she does.”

She took that statement and ran to the bank with it. Immediately called Historia and put a plan in motion. She started small. 

Small, not subtle. 

First, she had to bend the world to her will. It only took a couple of statements at the right time. 

“Who cleaned the pool this time?”

“Levi, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Can you make sure he does it from now on, I’ve never seen it so clear?”

“Yes, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Thank you, Erwin. Please pass on my compliments.”

“Princess wants you to clean the pool from now on, Levi. Said it was the cleanest she ever saw it.”

“Course it is, I did it.” 

“Maybe you keep that up and she’ll have you cleaning something else?”

Step one, complete. 

Step two was to build a repertoire.  Every three days, Levi would come to the pool to clean it. The first few times, she waved and gave a cheeky smile which he responded with a cool nod, acknowledging her as his Boss’s wife and nothing more. Tiny did her best to leave an impression, wearing the skimpiest thong bikinis in her arsenal. Taking the extra minute to exaggerate her exit from the pool, making sure her near nip slips were always in his eyesight.  

Then she stepped it up with a pot of tea to share as the late fall heat finally cooled down to early winter temperature. As the outdoor pool went into hiding under the pool cover, the indoor pool became in more need of upkeep. Like clockwork, every week Levi would make the journey into the house to clean the indoor pool, unknowingly fueling Tiny’s fantasy as his upper body worked to clean the filters and maintain the water’s clearness. 

“I don’t know if Erwin told you, but I just want to thank you for keeping the pool so clean. I heard you had a taste for tea, so I decided to make you a pot to thank you.”

Levi paused on his way out of the room, face blank as he took in the words. The smell of properly brewed earl grey filled his nostrils, his shoulders sagged as they released tension. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Please, Mrs. Reiss was my predecessor. Call my Tiny.” She waited until he had a mouthful of tea to continue. “Or princess. “

Levi didn’t choke or spit out his tea, the quirk of his eyebrow was enough of a reaction to tell Tiny he knew she knew what the crew had been talking about during their lunches. 

“Princess, huh? Are you sure you want me to call you that? Someone might get the wrong idea if they heard that." 

“Or the right one.”

“Which would be?”

“That we’re fucking, Levi.”

“We aren’t.”

“That could change. If you want.”

[ragnar0c]

On my other socials, my main thing was my OCs for my project Mage Prophecies.

About this girl, Mio, who was a reincarnation of a goddess. And she tries to learn more about the past incarnations. She learns wonders and many many HORRORS.

*old art*

I like thinking about her story, OoS, and the parallels between them. So brain rot about the Etrian Odyssey OC vs Mage Prophecies OC pairs I think of.

Hana and Mio

Teen girls plagued by the HORRORS! Hana is haunted by the future, Mio is haunted by the past. They are both seen as little outcasts who want fame and renown. Both had really lonely childhoods and long for friends. But that's all they have in common really.

Hana is... Very standoffish...! If someone doubts her, she will hold a grudge! Mio is super friendly! If someone doubts her she gets determined to prove them wrong... but will always be kind!

Hana wants friends but rejects/doesn't acknowledge kindness toward her for while. Mio wants friends and tries to desperately make them by making a RELIGION ABOUT IT. Become one of her sect members! You'll be her family!

They seem like opposites, but they really do have a similar motive--

If they met: Hana would think Mio was weird for calling herself a goddess but would be swayed by Mio's whimsy and interest in her. (Like everyone in Mio's story)

~~~

Alope and Mel

Mel is a supporting character in Mage Prophecies! She's like the protector in Mio's party, which the ability to form hologram shields to protect them. She can spawn a wall of protection as will but still gets her shit rocked running into danger!!!

SoooooOooo Alopecore!

These two are based off similar characters. Tbh it's hard to differentiate them until I realized one HUGE difference. Alope is poor, and Mel is filthy FILTHY RICH. LIKE WEALTHY FAMILY.

So. Alope goofs up like in chapter 1 and she is treated so (Hana shows disapproval). But MEL? EVERYONE WANTS THE GOOD WORD WITH HER. They clap and say she did a great job and it goes to her head. She is like Alope if no one around her STOPPED HER. (Tho eventually she does get told off)

Mel is pretty friendly, but initially (also subtly) condescends Mio before warming up to her. Also. Given her noble history, she tends to be a bit biased in politics, siding with the king of the country just bc she knows him. She's naive. But she's the type of noble who learns to understand and protect those in her domain.

Alope is also friendly! And also.. condescends the main chara (Hana) not so subtly. But unlike Mel she is more flexible with her views bc she's not constantly being praised. Alope's arc is... much different from Mel's.

Mel is actually more naive than Alope. Blah blah Alope lore I haven't gotten into but Alope's cheery nature is sometimes feigned while Mel's is genuine all the time. She'd be a little jealous of Mel.

But personality wise. Their similarities are super uncanny...

Main characters: plotting something elaborate

Alope/ Mel: So what if I run head first into it?

Main charas: what. The HELL. GET BACK HERE???

If they met: it'd be at a bar. Alope would say something utterly ridiculous and when Hana would glare at her, Mel would turn around and say...

"Nooooo, don't get embarrassed. You are soooooo funny!"

Next shot they are making out in an alleyway.

~~~

Ignis and Lady Micah

Lady is an antagonist in Mage Prophecies. Not a villain, but she intends to stop Mio from roaming around so freely via banishing her.

She's cold. Heartless even to children, her own unintentionally.

She is. The opposite of Ignis. Yet she's one of the only characters that's an older adult in Mio's story. She and Ignis are around the same age (44+)

I think its funny they're so opposite. Maybe as I aged my view of adults changed?? Bc Lady and every Mage Prophecies adult is so... strange and evil. Meanwhile I made Ignis recently and... he is strange and good. Yeah. He might not like what the youngins in his guild do.... but he sees why and will still protect them. LADY??? SHE SENT MIO OFF TO FIGHT UNDEADS... ALSO SENT HER DAUGHTER WITH MIO??? TO PROVE A POINT AND SCARE THEM??

If they met: Ignis would REALLY HATE LADY. She is gaslight gatekeep girlboss and he is just a chivalrous man.

I've joked about the adults in OoS jumping the Mage Prophecies ones bc they are BONKERS AND ACT UNREAL (but that's why I love them).

It's a neat way to develop both sets of characters outside of canon.... thinking about their reactions. Another part comparing Tank and Enid to MP ocs will come too! Enid and Tank (and even ignis) dont have straight comparisons... Enid in particular is similar to like 3 characters and Tank is similar to a bunch as well! I'll have to pick which ones are the most humorous/interesting/ like them!

Anyway, my MP ocs are dear to me, but currently reworking them and... if I get back into them I'll probably post them on a side blog!

[elegantmusicdragon]

Goat Blocked

Part 5 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating: M for now due to *language* and implied spiciness; may become E in the future. Either way, no youngins here please!

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He couldn’t believe he’d been cock blocked by a goat. 

Margie was supposed to be his guide, his rock, his energy-entwined snuggle buddy. 

And. She. COCK BLOCKED. HIM. 

What the actual fuck, Margie?!?

Dieter sighs and then he knocks back his second whiskey neat. Margie scampers up to him and headbutts him, demanding all the love he has to give. He had wanted to give some of that love to you, but stinkin’ cute goats who are attention whores tend to get in the way apparently. 

Dieter wants to get up, find his phone and call you. Bring you back. You’d left in such a hurry, he doubts you even heard him calling out for you to stay as you bent down to say goodbye to Margie. Ugh, he wants more whiskey. Is he having too much whiskey? No, no such thing. Especially in times of sorrow. 

Did Dieter even have your number? He remembers meeting you on the set of Cliff Beasts 6: The Eternal Nightmare of Actors Needing Money (the moniker Dieter made up in his mind STILL made him chuckle...god that movie was a piece of shit, but at least it paid well). But the phone number? Did he ask Bob for it? You definitely didn’t give it to him despite you coming over for the past couple months. That’s what communicating only with an assistant (with the name Alec, yuck) for an a-list actors free time gets you. A lonely heart and NO FUCKING PHONE NUMBER OF A HOT CHICK WHO LOVES ANIMALS. Dieter was just lucky that he had been smitten with both you and Margie from the moment you walked onto that set and into his heart. Easy on the eyes, easy on the heart. 

Speaking of his phone - where the hell is it??

Fucking iPhones, always disappearing. Like menaces in the night. 

Dieter stands and winces at the ache in his legs from where Margie lovingly smashed into them over and over. He flips over the throw pillows on the couch and, finding his phone nowhere in sight, scours the rest of the room in a semi-drunk frenzy. Oof, he had too much whiskey. When did he become such a lightweight? He used to do cocaine for fucks sake. 

Flinging himself back down onto the couch in defeat, he finds Margie sitting on her princess pillow staring at him in intense concentration. 

“Yes, my angel?”

Margie huffs out a sigh. Dieter stares at her, eyes widening in abject horror. 

“Margie-kins, you didn’t eat my phone did you?”

“Baa!” 

He sighs in relief. 

“Oh thank god. Your mother would have killed me.”

SHIT. YOU. How the fuck was he supposed to get in touch with you? 

Oh, yucky Alec! His assistant. The one who, you know, CONTACTED YOU WEEKLY TO SCHEDULE MARGIE VISITS. Wow, he needs to lay off the whiskey. 

And so, Dieter journeys forth to find his assistant who he apparently finds disgusting (he REALLY has to get back into therapy). He glances at the third filled glass of whiskey (when had he poured that???) decides against grabbing it and leaves. 

He comes back in immediately after for that third glass, he’s not wasting it. It’s a good fucking whiskey. He’ll deal with his possible alcohol addiction in the morning. 

His Panda is more important. 

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Part 6: Rocky Road for Two

A/N: It has been a hot minute since I’ve posted. Between having covid and my grandma dying, my depression and anxiety have NOT been great. Life has been really hard but it’s been such a joy to write this series. I know I promised this would be out on Sunday but I just didn’t have the energy to finish writing it and sending it out into the universe. I have so much stuff going on in my personal life and it’s just a lot. But it’s FINALLY here! Two days late but better late than never. Thank you all so much for your patience. I’m so appreciative of the love this series has gotten and your patience as it’s taken me 8 million years to finish this chapter. Hopefully, the subsequent ones don’t take too long. 

PS: I realized during my bout with covid that Part 4 has a section in it where I mention blushing - I will be fixing that! I’m a new writer and unfortunately, I will be making rookie mistakes like that at the beginning of this new journey. But I’m trying to be aware (especially since this fic is a Reader insert) as I write to be inclusive. I want everyone to be able to enjoy, not just a few. 

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[mixing-bowl-of-stories]

So what do the Crux members become later down the line? I hope it's not a "And they all went their separate ways, only meeting once every couple of years" kind of things.

Well, unfortunately, they kind of do that. But their lives and jobs are so intertwined with each other that it doesn’t make that much of a difference.

Like, for instance, Karissa and Lilith perform together and everyone from The Crux makes time to go see their shows and even sometimes help them out in telling stories (since I imagine Karissa and Lilith gave most of them some good vocal training)

Pandora, Noah, Constance, and Ambrose all are still in regular meeting with each other because each are on the Morganian council.

The four of them also contact Owen and Barbara if they need a second pair of eyes on something that the two specialize in.

Barbara and Owen (who are roughly around the same age :>) end up working with each other and being partners (so now Noah has a better and cooler mom tm), along with Chance and Amelia working with the two. The four of them own a business that specializes in all sorts of tech and medical devices.

Pandora, Nico, Nathaniel, and Natasha are all in contact frequently, Nathaniel because he’s now the leader of the Last Hunt Tribe, Nico because he’s the official bridge between the Neverwhere and Selcouth, and Natasha because she works with Pandora in the whole “works for Maveth” thing.

And Josiah and Pandora work together due to them both working with gods and whatnot.

They all meet up at least once a week, and even sometimes do the occasional adventure mission, but they all know as they get older that it’s time to let the youngins do their thing like they did all those years ago.

Some of them have kids, some of them adopt kids, some don’t have kids at all. Nathaniel and Ambrose adopt a few kids, Natasha and Constance have one kid, Nico and Josiah are chilling with one kiddo, Karissa and Lilith don’t have any kids (which is okay)

And then there’s Noah and Pandora, who have 4 kids, which is relatively small for uh. Noble families.

And lastly, we get into the sad part of it all.

First it starts off with Owen and Barbara, the oldest of the members, passing.

Lilith and Josiah are next, then the triplets, then Karissa, Ambrose, and Constance, and lastly, Pandora.

And then there was one. One who is functionally immortal, which would be Noah.

Once Noah hits about 50-60 ish, he stops aging. He can die, he can choose to shut himself off if he so chooses, but he wants the memory of The Crux to live on. Wants everyone to respect The Crux as heroes, and Pandora as a wonderful champion.

Noah still sometimes sees them all though, just because they aren’t in Selcouth anymore doesn’t mean they aren’t in the neverwhere, and because his wife is the literal champion of death and who visits him, he’s sometimes allowed to go visit his old friends.

Noah serves as a guide for plenty of different traveling adventurer parties over the years, Pandora always keeping a close eye on them all, always sending a soulfetcher as an eye to watch him and the party he’s traveling with.

Noah is, at his core, still an android, an android who’s been through hell and still made it out on top.

The most lifelike android to ever live currently in Selcouth.

Noah doesn’t necessarily care if people don’t remember him, he just wants people to remember The Crux. Even if people don’t recognize him anymore, so long as they remember what The Crux did, he’s okay with that.

[littlewalken]

Nov 30

Starting to believe Ziggy Stardust was some sort of fabulous virus released upon the human race and it spreads like the one in The Ring via the video of Starman on Top of The Pops so be sure to have it on your phone, even as a gif, during holiday gatherings this year and let it just play. The part where Bowie points at the camera is preferred if you can only do a gif.

Labyrinth will suffice to introduce youngins to Bowie. Do not give children more fabulousness than they can handle.

And my doll peeps, if you know of anyone who makes doll sized Ziggy Stardust wigs let me know. I'd like one for the twins.

Yeah, you either understand spending good money on an official replica goblin king necklace for a doll or you don't.

And his twin Taffy wants everyone to see this shirt, it was cut from a person sized shirt with a collar that laced up the front.

So if you have some old punk and goth stuff that you've worn out or can't fit any more remake them for a big ass ball jointed doll.

The twins are Dollzone Recall heads, from the 1st anniversary photo contest, on 70cm "ogre toe" (I think) bodies.

Taffy is much happier with brown eyes and loves his shark hat and I almost forgot about that particular wig, they have the most. Someone on the doll board made him the shark hat <3

I need to get their clothes out and see if he can do a Teddy look or if I have to make him something.

something something The twins' head caps are irritatingly small and they don't look quite right bald something something

They fit newborn baby socks.

I wish when Converse makes shoe keychains they'd make matching pairs because us doll people would buy them and carry around our dolls in them and that would be great advertising.

I'm so mad the 'conversation' sneakers Shi Shi, Xavier, and Jibriel shared are falling apart.

[lainellafay]

AU - Maito Dai does not save the day and Gai’s team dies.

A/N: Unedited. I just want others to suffer with me.

Konoha lost a team of fresh Chuunins that thundering summer’s day. Their first B-rank, gone way wrong when an ANBU team returned to the Hokage minutes after the Chuunins had set off informing the Sandaime of sightings of S-ranked shinobi—the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist to be exact. An ANBU team had been hastily sent to retrieve them. Too late.

They returned in body scrolls, circled black. Blossoming potential wasted. That is all they were in the end, to the crowd surrounding the memorial.

A blessing none of them were from the elite clans, Kakashi hears some whispers from the back where he stands, hands tucked in his pockets. A bastard, an orphan, and the weirdo, no one cares apart from the money they could earn for the village should they have survived. More eyes stare at the man in green at the very the front, shoulders trembling as he lets loose loud roars of grief.

Konoha’s eternal genin mourns for his dead son; the son who made Chuunin despite the worthless father he resembled. Kakashi watches the man with unfeeling eyes. Genma has no one to mourn him, and Ebisu’s mother stayed behind in her house to grieve—she’s an outcast, no one is sympathetic for her loss. Maito Dai never cared, and never will. That’s how Gai grew up to be, and will never continue to be. Kakashi shuts his eyes, emitting an aura of boredom.

The ceremony ends and the crowd starts to disperse, eager to get out of the rain. Dai never ceases in his crying. Kakashi scruffs his sandal against the ground and looks at the shuddering back of Gai’s father. It’s broad and maybe that’s how Gai will grow up to be, but now he will never. Kakashi is silent as he walks up to the memorial. It has nothing to do with sentiment. He just wants to see the names, freshly carved into the rock, sharp and edged.

Dai heaves one last sob and looks at the small stature standing beside him. Kakashi ignores the man’s gaze and stares dully at the memorial stone.

“I’m a useless father, huh. A parent should never have to bury their child, not if they could have protected them.”

Kakashi tilts his head slightly to look at the man from the side of his eye. The thought is laudable, Konoha’s eternal genin protecting his son’s team from certain death. You have to bury him because you were too weak to protect him, Kakashi does not say, but the truth remains that Dai was safe in the village doing D-ranks while his son went out into the wild for his village and returned as a name stamped into a rock.

“You’re Hatake Kakashi,” Dai continues and Kakashi turns away. He doesn’t know why the man is speaking to him, he should leave. As he begins to do so, Dai says, “Gai talks about you a lot. His Eternal Rival, he always says. I’m glad you were his friend.”

Friend. Kakashi comes to a stop. The rain falling onto him is starting to become annoying. “We were not friends,” he answers.

“Nevertheless, thank you. He was really proud to be your Eternal Rival.”

Kakashi slouches deeper and resumes his walk. He is empty, void of emotions. Friends? Pride? Useless. He has a training session with Minato-sensei to get to.

Eternal Rival!

Kakashi stiffens, his feet coming to a rest. He looks over his shoulder and sees Maito Dai smiling at him, all teeth, a Good Guy’s pose in place. The man is weak, but standing there, holding a smile when he clearly wants to do anything but, he looks like the strongest man Kakashi has ever seen. Kakashi doesn’t think of the dead-eyes of his father—his father who can kill a man with his pinky—and of the blood pooling at his feet as he stares at the man he loved and grew to despise. Maito Dai is weak, but maybe battle prowess isn’t everything after all.

Kakashi gives him a slight nod, and finally, finally leaves. And when Kakashi is late for the first time ever and there is a sunflower leaning against the memorial stone the next morning, he does not say a thing.

[xxxbangtanbabexxx]

⏤ disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios.

⏤ pairing: taehyung x female reader

⏤ warnings/tags: established relationship, first time (with each other), (some) fluff, (slight) dom!tae, (a lot of) smut, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection folks!), cumming inside

⏤ rating: 18+ (keep scrolling if you're a youngin')

⏤ word count: 2.3k words

⏤ summary: it's your one year anniversary and tae wanted to make sure that it was special... in more ways than one

⏤ author’s note: this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr, or anywhere else for that matter, so I highkey just wrote this and posted it without reading because I knew I was going to be super nervous about posting. I was inspired by the gif above 🥴🥴

please be nice :). any feedback is appreciated!

It was your 1 year anniversary and despite your protests, your boyfriend insisted on doing something special instead of staying home doing face masks, eating pasta, and watching trashy reality tv together like you wanted to. Which is probably why you were now in a luxury hotel bathroom twisting and turning in the mirror, that for some reason made every single pore and blemish on your body seem a hundred times more noticeable. Tae was currently waiting in the hot tub out on the hotel balcony, something that literally made your jaw drop when you initially walked in the room. Not to mention the rose petals on the bed and the floor, the balloons with photos of the two of you from the past year attached to them, or the numerous fairy lights with more roses intertwined in them. He had also ordered champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and charcuterie board for the two of you to share.

In some way, the amount of effort he had put in made you even more nervous to leave the bathroom in the, admittedly, skimpy bikini you had packed for the weekend staycation Tae had planned. You knew for a fact that he would salivate if you left the bathroom in a plastic bag and a tutu, but this would be the first time he had ever seen you in something like this. It wasn’t like you were a virgin, but you’d had bad experiences with men in the past who only wanted you for your body and nothing else so you wanted to make sure that Tae wanted you for the right reasons before you went that far. The two of you fooled around here and there, yes but during the whole year since you’d been together neither of you had taken it that far so it was an understatement to say that you were nervous. It wasn’t that you felt as if Tae would put pressure on you, but because you wanted to take that final step. Your boyfriend had proven that he wanted way more from you than your body. He was attentive, understanding, and it didn’t hurt that he had the face and voice of an angel. 

Scraping together the tiny shreds of your confidence that were attempting to abandon ship and giving yourself one last ego boost, you pushed out of the bathroom and made your way through the well-decorated room, noting that the champagne and food were no longer on the table. Pushing through the doors leading to the balcony, you paused, noticing that Tae was already in the hot tub watching the sun set over the ocean. You waited for a bit thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who cared about you this much, some part of you also thanking the stars above that Tae insisted on doing something special for your anniversary. After a moment, Tae turned around, sensing your eyes on his back. The look in his eyes alone chased away any insecurity or doubt that you had about the stringy black thong bikini that you currently wore.

The moment Tae turned around, he instantly forgot the sunset he had been admiring only seconds before in favor of admiring the way your tits sat in the bikini he hoped you had bought specifically for him. As you turned to shut the door, Tae immediately began wishing good karma to whoever sold you that swimsuit because the way your ass looked in it had his shorts tightening even further. He had been patiently waiting to take your relationship all the way, completely respecting your decision to delay intimacy on that level. He understood your apprehensions and knew why wanted to do so, but it didn’t prevent the many cold showers he’d had to take over the past year. He also had eyes attached to his head and, though you often denied it, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

The two of you had recently had conversations about taking things further and there had been building tension ever since. He didn’t mind if tonight wasn’t the night that you two finally slept together, especially since that wasn’t his motivation for going all out for your anniversary, but it would be a definite plus. As you shut the door, oblivious to what you were doing to your poor boyfriend behind you, you had to fight the butterflies that were building in your stomach. A feeling which quickly escalated way past butterflies to a tornado as you watched the water drip off of Tae’s hair and down his body. Making your way into the water you noticed that the missing champagne and food had found its way next to the tub, which also had rose petals sprinkled throughout it. 

Stopping to grab the already filled flute of champagne, you chugged it as you sank into the water, Tae pulling you into him with a whispered, “Hey,” his voice sounding raspier than it usually does. 

Suddenly shy and overcome with emotion, you looked down and whispered his greeting back to him. You weren’t usually a shy person, but something about this moment carried more weight than you could articulate. 

With an inhale you immediately began to word-vomit about how appreciative you were of him and of how patient he’s been with you when Tae, sensing your nerves, silenced you with a quick kiss and a definitive, “I know, you don’t have to tell me. I know.” 

With that, he reached over to grab a strawberry, tightening his other arm around your waist and brought the fruit to your mouth pressing it gently into your lips with an “Open.”

Parting your lips, Tae’s eyes darkened as he slowly pushed the strawberry into your mouth, the chocolate immediately melting across your lips as he pushed it in. As you bit down, the juice spilled out of your mouth and onto your chest, which Tae wasted no time in chasing with his tongue making a nervous giggle leave your mouth.  

As he slowly licked up the trail of juice from the strawberry, you threw your head back, instantly giving him access as he pulled you flush against his chest, your nipples pebbling through your top. Wanting his lips on yours, you brought his face back up and instantly latched onto him, his lips soft and warm. 

Tae pulled back slightly, causing you to let out a small whine before whispering, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

In response, you grabbed his hand moving it into the water over your clothed heat before looking into his eyes with a definitive, “I’m sure.”

That was all Tae needed and he spun you around so that your back was facing the sunset. As he set you on the ledge of the hot tub and moved between your legs he whispered, “I want to watch you cum with the sunset as a backdrop.”

At his words, your skin instantly heated up, the water around your legs becoming almost too hot to bear. He began tracing his hands up your legs, slowly making his way to the one place you needed him the most. As his long fingers played with the edges of your bikini bottoms, you began to squirm with impatience. In response, Tae delivered a quick smack to your clit which instantly made you yelp, your back arching in response.

“Good girls get rewarded, I’ve been waiting too long and I’m going to enjoy it,” Tae said as he moved his hand back over your clit. “As a punishment for your impatience, you aren’t allowed to make any noise until I say so. If I hear so much as a whimper from you I’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?”

Sensing the threat in his eyes you slowly shook your head in confirmation as he finally put pressure on your clit, his hand moving in slow circles. It wasn’t enough for you but you didn’t want to force him to move any faster in the fear that he would stop entirely, so instead you chose to bite your lip and throw your head back to prevent any protest from spilling out of your mouth. 

Sensing your impatience, and partially fuelled by his own, Tae made quick work of getting your bottoms off of you, the warm air hitting your wet pussy. Before you could register it, Tae dropped down and latched onto your clit like it was the last thing he’d ever do. It was so sudden you almost couldn’t contain the moan that ripped through you, your bottom lip swelling up from how hard you were biting it. Your legs began to shake and you almost couldn’t tell left from right as you came hard, almost biting through your tongue as you did so to stay silent.

Tae, however, didn’t stop. Instead, he slipped two fingers into your heat, which had him salivating at the thought of being balls deep in it. Lifting his face, your slick running down his chin and his fingers still pumping in and out of you at an aggressive pace, he said, “I want to hear you cum for me.”

You immediately released your lips from between your teeth, your moans spilling out of you in rapid succession, body shaking violently as he relentlessly fucked his fingers up in to you. Seeing how swollen your lip was, Tae sucked it into his mouth as if to soothe any pain may have had from biting down so hard. This one act combined with his authoritative tone and the taste of yourself on his tongue had you racing over the edge again as you shouted his name and came apart on his fingers. 

Tae stood up fully and looked down at your fucked out form with satisfaction and he continued to slowly move his fingers in and out of you to draw out your orgasm. Lifting you up, he began walking you out the water, which you were grateful for as you weren’t sure your legs would be working properly anymore. 

It had been so long since you had orgasmed so intensely, that your eyes began to flutter shut as Tae laid you gently onto the rose covered bed. 

“Not so fast, I’m not done with you yet,” Tae said as he stood and removed his swim shorts. It wasn’t the first time that you had seen him naked, but every time you saw his dick you couldn’t help but choke on your spit at not only the length but the sheer girth of it. 

You truly weren’t sure how he was supposed to fit.

Anticipating your thoughts, per usual, Tae moved on top of you grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist. He looked into your half-lidded eyes before asking, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” wanting to make sure that you wouldn’t regret anything that would happen from here on out. 

You could sense that it was taking every bit of restraint in his body to stop himself from slamming into you. Your heart immediately filled up with the knowledge that even in this moment he was more concerned about your comfort and you reached up to his face, taking a long look into his eyes before whispering “Not to ruin this moment, but I really need you inside of me.” 

That was all Tae needed before he slowly started to push himself into you, allowing you time to adjust to his size, knowing that he was larger than average and not wanting to hurt you. Once he was fully inside of you, he began to rock his hips in a slow and sensual fashion, his head dropping by your shoulder, his hair tickling your shoulder. The slow pace felt amazing but you needed more. You could see his muscles tensing up from his attempt at restraining himself. He knew it had been a while since you’d had sex with anyone and wasn’t sure if you could handle the rough fucking he truly wanted to give you. 

The soft and gentle Tae was nice but you wanted the authoritative dominant Tae from the hot tub back, so you reached up into his hair and pulled his ear closer to your mouth, whispering “This is nice and all, but I need you to actually fuck me Tae.”

You barely had time to register what was happening before he pulled out and slammed into you with such force and speed that every intelligent thought vacated your brain and the only thing left behind was how much pleasure you currently felt. Tae soft moans quickly turned into grunts and growls and he fucked you so hard your eyes rolled back, incoherent sentences falling from your mouth. 

Taehyung knew he wasn’t going to last long as it had been quite some time since he’d last had sex and you felt way too good for him to stop himself. As he felt his orgasm approaching, he began to pull out, not wanting to cum in you without having that conversation prior, when you stopped him.

“I want you to cum in me, I got an IUD,” were all of the words that you could manage to get out between the one second Tae slowed his relentless pace. He immediately slammed back into you, more turned on than before if that was even possible, his hand moving from next your head to your clit. He was now determined to rip another orgasm from you now that he didn’t have to worry about cumming in you prematurely. 

As Tae worked his hand on your clit, he said the magic words that violently thrust you into your third orgasm that night. 

“Be a good girl and cum around my dick.”

You couldn’t take it as you immediately began to violently spasm, pulling his own orgasm out of him as you clenched around him. He slowed his movements, the both of you breathing harshly, before he pulled out of you and went to go get a rag to clean up the results of your combined orgasms. 

As you watched him walk away you thought to yourself, I’m really glad he insisted on doing something special for our anniversary.

[creativitybeware]

Some Top Gun:Maverick Headcanon

Most of these I have thought of for some time so forgive me if these are *outlandish*

Hondo, Warlock, Coyote and Payback are all in D9 Fraternities. Hondo is an old school Que while Warlock is an Alpha. They both began talking one day and spoke about their affiliations and the likes. When the youngins come in, those two see the paraphernalia they have and take them under their wings. Coyote is a Que. NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT. Payback is a Kappa (he has the shoulders). If anything he may be an Iota (I’m being biased on this one lol). To extend off of this, Hondo is married to an AKA while Warlock is married to a Delta/ SGRho. They take the boys in whenever and give whatever advice/ comfort they need since they are black pilots in Top Gun. And you know they’ve strolled on base. And as someone who’s mom is an AKA and has been raised around D9s all my life, this has been a true thing on my mind.

Ever think that Coyote would have been a solid wingman to Mav compared to Rooster? Like, yes he’s best friends with Hangman but he’s more level headed and focused IMO. For plot? Yes Rooster but he’s hardheaded. For angst? Yes Hangman but he’s get too caught up his own ass. But really, Coyote could have been better. Especially the way he works with Phoenix and Bob? It’s totally there.

I have the biggest problem of most of these pilots playing football in denim. They better get them 5” inseam shorts and deal with them. Hell, Bob too. Show off them thighs men. Y’all in SoCal. Rooster pissed me off in them cutoff jorts. At least Coyote has full coverage with the jeans.

Deadass, they needed a black female pilot there. Halo, Phoenix and homegirls who has her part clean? Knowing good and well she’ll sneak a scarf under her helmet just because? Do I have any knowledge about the Navy outside of what I know? Hell no. But most definitely she’ll be fucking great. (This was just for me cause us black women are great. Duh.)

Hondo and Warlock stepped up to be the big brothers Maverick needed. Similar to how they treat Javy and Reuben, they treat him as their own. Lowkey, he knows about all the tea going down in the D9 orgs and has been to a plethora of homecomings, step shows and Greek picnics. He definitely has shirts from said events too. Coyote and Payback have a unique relationship with Mav as Hondo and Warlock wrangled them up.

When they got on radar the F-14 and Hondo’s head raised up, he really said in his head “I know this nigga lyin”. Warlock had the same thought but said it professionally.

When Roos and Mav had to land and Hondo was down there on the tarmac, he knew he had to bring his boy home. He had a pep talk to his crew before had and probs cussed them out if they made one mistake. Warlock and Cyclone had said some words too to co-sign what Hondo said.

Phoenix, Bob and Coyote have a unique friendship now after their target practice. All three had an experience that was hella scary and you bet he went to see them in the infirmary that night. He probably fell asleep there too. Hangman asked where he was and probs had to think about it. But they’re the best of friends that no one expected to happen. These three have a group chat and it’s the cutest thing ever. I expect trips to amusement parks and things like that. If the whole Dagger squad traveled together (which I do expect) they’d go on their merry way and find cool things to do.

Amelia and Rooster had to have a conversation especially since they’re siblings now (it makes sense). Roos finds out how wicked smart she is and can clap back quick as fuck (you’re still a captain? She murked Mav with that one). And Amelia….she knows that he’s book smart and not street smart. Big head empty thoughts type of moment(s). But those two together are the best pair. She’ll have to teach him some comebacks to help him out

- [ ] I want a convo between Halo and Phoenix. They’re the only women on the mission and you know they have shit to talk about. You know they have a rank list of all the men based on pure interaction (nothing sexual). Here’s how it goes. 1. Bob 2. Fanboy and Packback (they stay a pair) 3. Coyote (if he didn’t hang out with Hangman that much he may be ranked 1.5) 4. Hangman and Fritz (Fritz is at 4 because I LOVE Manny Jacinto and we didn’t get more of him) 5.Omaha, Yale

Not only did Pete get talks to by Carol, Iceman too. I feel Iceman would have said no to pulling his papers and would have let him fly but respected Carol’s wishes. Mav had to convince him to have his papers pulled and there’s something we may never know that was spoken in between the lines.

ALSO, Fanboy, if he was in in a D9, he’d be a Kappa…let me dream ok?

Let me know your thoughts. These are things that I thought of at the spur of the moment. I’m curious about everyone else.

[lancermylove]

Forced Assassin (HC)

Fandom: Magi

Pairing: Sinbad x fem!Reader

Warning: Mention of blood in prologue, suggestive, hint of angst in the end

Prompt: You are sent as an assassin to kill Sinbad but not by choice.   

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Prologue:

“Why?” You screamed as the man pressed the sharp blade deeper against your neck, drawing a little blood.

“Look around ya, idiot. If ya don’t do what we want, then we’ll kill these worthless pieces of trash,” he (laughed). “So, what’ll ya do?”

You slowly scanned the area and studied the terrified looks on the faces of the men, women, and children. Were you going to let these people die? The people who had watched over you since you were a kid? The same people who fed you and cared for you when you stumbled into their village, hungry, tired, and on the verge of death? No, you couldn’t, but was it right to take someone’s life in exchange to save them? That too, the King of Sindria? If their king dies, what will happen to the people? Moreover, what will happen to you if you are caught?

Drawing air into your lungs, you locked your gaze with the pair of dark eyes staring down at you. “I will do it. I will kill King Sinbad.”

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Everything was smooth, your voyage to the island kingdom, your admission into the city, and even your entry into the palace as a maid. Even though you should have been thankful, something didn’t feel right. Was it really that easy to enter a palace under the pretense of a worker? You weren’t sure if you were just lucky or if this was the beginning of the end for you.

As you were settling into your new room, you found a note in your luggage - a note that made your blood run cold. ‘I forgot to tell ya one thing. No matter where ya go, someone’ll always watch your every move. Don’t think you’ll get away with doing anythin' heroic or stupid. If you do, I’ll start killing, the youngins will be first.’

Even after being there for three weeks, you had yet to catch a glimpse of the famous king. They only gave you a time limit of two months - two months, and the people of your village would be slaughtered. Just as you were trying to rake your brain for ideas, you overheard a few maids talking about King Sinbad flirting with them.

Flirting? That was it! The king was known for being a notorious flirt, so if you could get his attention, then you could get close enough to him. Easy, right? You thought so, but little did you know that you would fall for the king.

He was a flirt, a cunning man with a manipulative side, a man too smart for his own good, and a king so powerful that he was feared. But…he took care of his citizens, wanted everyone to be happy, treated his people as treasure rather than trash, loved to spread smiles, had a good heart, and most of all helped anyone who needed it. Helped anyone who needed it? Then would he…

Within a short time, Sinbad grew fond of you, and as expected, he took every opportunity to flirt with you. Even hinted at wanting to get intimate with you, and at first, you were bothered by his advances, but then it hit you. This was the chance you were looking for.

During one of the Maharajans, you appeared in front of the king wearing a rather revealing dress and quietly beckoned him to follow you. After finding a nice corner away from prying eyes, you began seducing Sinbad. It didn’t take long for the king to pull you in his arms and lock his lips with yours.

As he lifted you off the ground, you tied your legs around his hips and buried your face in his neck. At the sound of the fireworks, you took a deep breath and whispered, “Your majesty, please continue what you are doing and don’t react in any way to what I am about to tell you.”

Sinbad’s muscles tightened momentarily, but he continued kissing your neck and shoulder. Forcing your mind to ignore his alluring touch, you continue your explanation.

“Please help me. A group of men have taken over my village and are threatening to kill everyone, women and children included. They sent me here to assassinate you, and if I fail, they will slaughter the people who took me in as their own. I couldn’t tell you this earlier because they said someone in this palace is keeping an eye on me at all times.” Your voice cracked, but you fought to hold back your tears. “I am not an assassin. I have never killed anyone, and I don’t want to kill anyone, especially you. Please save the people of my village.”

Sinbad lifted his head and looked at you with a hint of sympathy in his honey-colored eyes. Pressing your lips on his, you mumbled, “I will accept any punishment but please-“

The king deepened the kiss, cutting you off, before carrying you to the safest place in the palace - his bedroom. There you explained everything in detail, and he patiently listened. 

Within one week, everything was resolved, and everyone in your village was safe. If only you had approached Sinbad sooner but better later than never. The king had pardoned all charges against you as your record was clean, and you were looking out for your village. After which you returned to your home.

Was coming back home really the right decision? You loved your village and all the people in it, but your heart was elsewhere. Your mind said it was foolish to think a king would like a simpleton, but your heart wanted to try to gain his affection. What were you supposed to do? Listen to your heart or your mind? 

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[katelynnwrites]

pairing: platonic Jill Roord x f!Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1246

summary: what having jillie as your team mom is like, told from various perspectives

Team Mom

You squirm in your seat, distracted by the pre game chaos of the locker room. Loud laughter was ringing off the walls and Lisa had her camera out, recording some hilarious new antic of Beth’s for the WePlayStrong vlog. Lia was blocking you but if you could just lean a little more forward...

‘Kleintje sit still!’ Jill swats you lightly on the shoulder with her free hand and you grumble but do as she asks.

Her slim fingers work quickly, tying off the braided ponytail with practiced ease.

‘There all done.’ She says, giving you a final once over.

‘Thanks Jillie!’ You’re quick to jump out of your seat, wanting to go see what Beth and the others were doing.

Shooting a bright smile at the older Dutch girl, you giggle as she rolls her eyes fondly.

******

Another shout of laughter goes up as you join Viv on the edge of the circle, looking on as Beth attempts to juggle three bananas.

Viv glances down at you, taking note that Jill had once again braided your hair like hers.

‘You’re good for her you know? Made her grow up a little.’

Turning your head towards her, you stare in confusion, ‘What?’

‘Nothing...just that you’re really lucky to have her. She’s real lucky to have you too.’ Viv tells you with a kind look in her blue eyes.

Not quite sure what to say in response, you settle on a nod before shifting your attention back to Beth who had once again failed to succeed much to the amusement of everyone else.

******

Viv smiles quietly to herself, watching as you go over to Jill, initiating your pre game handshake that ends with a tight hug, your team mom resting her chin on your head. It’s rapidly followed by one last karaoke duet of Breaking Free from High School Musical, the two of you jumping up and down excitedly. She shakes her head, realising not for the first time how alike the both of you were.

It had taken the entire team by surprise when Jill had declared herself your team mom the moment she met you. No one had been more surprised than her, in all the years she had known the younger Dutch girl, not once had she shown any interest in mentoring a youngin.

Nobody would have thought that the 24 year old would ever become a team mom yet here they were watching her pick up after you, check that you were resting and eating well, making sure that you had clean kits. She had even gone so far as to ensure you were coping with your school work.

******

Viv expected it, Jill calling dibs on you as her partner when lockdown was announced. Joe had decided it was best that the team pair up to quarantine together to ensure that everyone could have a workout partner.

What she didn’t expect was Jill bringing you back to Oldenzaal with her. Then again nothing Jill did should have surprised her any further. She was nothing if not a dedicated team mom.

******

‘Got everything? Boarding pass? Passport?’ Jill asked, once again double checking that you had everything you needed for the flight and extended stay in Holland.

Nodding, you glance unsurely at her before worriedly saying, ‘You sure about this? Like will your family be okay with me staying with you?’ Jill pauses what she was doing, smiling reassuringly at you.

‘You’re family kleintje. I promise that they’re really excited to meet you and have you there.’

******

‘Little one you need to get faster if you’re ever going to catch up with me…’ Jill teased, holding out a hand to pull you up.

Sprawled on your back after the long morning run, you let out an exhausted laugh.

‘You cheated.’

Jill withdraws her hand, dramatically placing it over her heart as she gasps in mock offense.

‘I cheated?’

Gesturing vaguely at the surroundings, ‘You grew up here. You only won because you know the surroundings better!’

‘Okay obviously you are not going to let this go so even though I won, I’ll let you have a rematch back to the house.’

She sticks out her hand again but you smirk mischievously and roll to the side, scrambling to your feet.

‘Last one back has to wash the stinky cleats!’

‘Now that’s definitely cheating!’ Jill calls after you even as she rushes to catch up.

******

The patch of sunshine you’d curled up in was warm and your spot on the couch was so comfortable you were dozing off.

‘Kleintje!’

Jill jumped onto the couch next to you, bouncing up and down in excitement.

You crack open an eye, staring at her in amusement.

‘The weather’s perfect for surfing! Davy and Boyd are coming too. Are you in?’

You grin.

‘Of course.’

******

Daan smiles, liking your new Instagram post of you and Jill’s family, holding surfboards with bright grins on all your faces. It’s captioned, ‘Having the time of my life with my bestie and her family.’

She hadn’t ever doubted that you would have a good time in her home country.

******

Jill suppresses a giggle, pulling a face and snapping a quick selfie of you fast asleep on her shoulder, mouth slightly ajar.

She tags you in it, uploading it to her story captioned, ‘Back to England with this one…’

******

You sit at the breakfast bar in her apartment, swinging your legs as Jill put the last pannenkoek on a plate.

‘Thanks Jillie.’

‘You’re welcome kleintje. Now eat up.’

Grinning, you dig into the food she made. Jill’s Dutch pancakes really were the best.

******

‘Now over here we have these two sleeping children. This one is only sixteen so she’s allowed to be a kid but this one….’

Lisa points to Jill, ‘This one is twenty four and still acts like she’s also sixteen.’

The camera zooms in on the both of you, your head on Jill’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around your shoulders. The bus is dark, the majority of the Arsenal girls fast asleep.

Lisa’s voice is soft as she continues, ‘Just kidding. She only acts like a kid sometimes. Even then, she’s the best team mom ever. Honestly the two of them are so much more than teammates, they’re best friends. You’ll never see one without the other.’

******

‘How do you feel about winning Player of The Match?’

‘Really thankful and grateful to all the fans who voted for me but honestly I couldn’t have done it without Jill. So this award should actually belong to her.’ You say, smiling brightly at the reporter.

‘Jill as in Jill Roord right? I’ve heard that she is your so called “Team Mom”?’

‘Yeah. She’s also my best friend.’ Your smile widens as you glance at Jill who was doing her own post match interview halfway down the pitch.

‘What’s it like having Jill as your team mom?’

‘It’s the best thing and also the worst thing. See Jill’s a morning person and she absolutely loves to go on morning runs. Meanwhile, I hate mornings and she knows that but it doesn’t stop her from jumping on my bed to wake me up every single morning before asking me to go with her.’

The reporter laughs and you grin in response before adding, ‘Aside from that, yeah I’m pretty lucky to have her. She’s helped me improve a lot not just as a player but also a person. Wouldn’t be who I am today without her.’

Dutch Translations:

Kleintje - Shorty/Little One

Pannenkoek - Dutch Pancake

[donutloverxo]

Just for Mrs Barber

Note - Written for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder 's hoelentine's fic swap challenge! My giftee was the beautiful @kaminorogers . I hope you all like it.

Shoutout to beard kinks resident hoe @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for all her help with this and to my dear friend lizzygal (link to ao3) for the beta.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines.

Warnings - 18+ only please! Explicit sexual content, beard kink, bondage, blindfold, dom!Andy.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You were sure you heard Linda say something, her voice was mixed up in the background noise of everyone chatting and some music. You couldn’t really listen, not when your husband decided that he was going to look that good and distract you, keeping you from being a good hostess.

Andy always looked good. He could roll out of bed and look good enough to eat—although maybe you were a bit biased. He was one of those people who just didn’t realize how handsome he was.

Maybe he had some sort of eyesight problem, because looking at him now. With his hair made up and beard neatly trimmed, wearing a cream sweater and some dark jeans, the whole ensemble was so basic but he pulled it off so well. His pink lips looked so delicious as they sipped on a beer.

“Mrs Barber.”

You gasped when you heard Linda call out to you, clearing your throat you looked back at her. “Yes?”

“I love what you’ve done with the house, it’s so beautiful.”

A genuine smile graced your face as you thanked her. Andy had asked you what you wanted for your first wedding anniversary, you nonchalantly told him that you wanted the most picture perfect and cosy house in the suburbs. That you were too tired of the noise and pollution of the city and longed to have a garden of your own.

Also, a bigger house would be much better if you ever have any youngins. But you didn’t tell him that. Not yet.

You were just being yourself--kind of a spoilt brat. Which shouldn’t have surprised him because he was the one to spoil you with his love and affection and the occasional material gifts.

You absolutely did not expect him to actually buy you a big ass house. It wasn’t too big if you thought about it. Just a master and two smaller bedrooms, which was what you preferred. You didn’t want to have any distance from your husband. Be it physical or emotional.

The backyard was most spacious. You could probably fit a beautiful gazebo there. But you planned on growing your own vegetables and make delicious meals as a thank you to Andy everyday for the rest of your lives. You had put your heart into decorating every single nook and cranny of the house. Having it be appreciated was most flattering.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Your husband is so handsome,” she observed and you only hummed as you looked over at him. He most definitely was. “And he helped you with cooking and setting up.”

“Yes, he did. He always helps. He isn’t one for parties but he indulged me by letting me throw this one,” you told her.

Andy wasn’t that enthusiastic about hosting a barbeque for neighbors who were basically still strangers for your anniversary/valentines. He preferred to have you to himself but with some kisses and cuddles, batting your brand-new eyelash extensions, and convincing he finally gave in.

“Mrs Barber,” Linda grinned, putting her hand on your elbow, “You’re drooling.”

“Oh, I am?” you quickly looked over at her, after admiring how perfect your husband’s ass looked in those damn jeans.

“That’s alright, I promise I won’t tell,” she winked, “you’re both so cute.”

You were gushing some more about Andy, how amazing he was and how the honeymoon phase never seemed to end for you both. But you straightened up when you saw him approaching you.

“Honey,” he said, “We’re out of ice.”

“Oh, I thought we had enough... I’m sure we could do without it,” you shrugged.

Andy snaked a hand around your waist, sipping on his beer as he looked down at you, so much more comfortable by your side. He frowned when he heard the guys calling for him, reluctant to leave your side but you nudged him and told him to go socialise.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later tonight,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his lips to your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin making you gasp. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said against your face which was heating up by his uncharacteristic public display of affection.

After cleaning up you were finally getting ready for bed. Wiping your make up before taking your diamond studs off.

“We made so many friends too,” you wondered out loud. “It was a success in my book! I hope I was a good hostess.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were. Come here now.” You saw him in your dressing tables mirror, extending an arm to you and inviting you to him.

“Um, well, maybe give me a moment,” you stammered, heat creeping up your neck as you scurried off to the bathroom while he called out for you.

He frowned, you never had any problem changing clothes in front of him or being naked and in so many compromising positions before him, so why now?

“Honey, I appreciate this, I really do, but.. maybe we can just do something else,” he told you, holding onto your hand which was massaging his shoulder and kissing your knuckles. He thought it was nice of you to offer a back rub, after the day he had had he needed it, but he wanted something more than that... “I’m hungry,” he licked his lips.

“I can cook something up for you, a post-dinner snack maybe,” you offered.

“No baby,” he chuckled, “Hungry for YOU.”

He kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild but then frowned when he didn’t get the reaction he desired from you, in fact you felt a little... stiff.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he looked into your eyes.

“I was actually wondering if we could try something new...”

“Like what?” he pouted. He was a bit concerned, whenever you both had tried something new, it didn’t really go well.

There was that time you slipped and sprained your ankle during a very taxing session in the shower, when you surprised him at his office but then you were caught by his assistant—to this day he still can’t look her in the eye, when you insisted on tying him up but he ended up breaking free of the cuffs and spending the night ravaging you instead.

His unenthusiastic response was clearly not what you wanted as you blinked, disappointed evident on your face, “Nothing,” you shook your head, “now, where were we?” a salacious grin on your lips.

He hadn’t really tried to press on to see what your new suggestion was. He knew he wasn’t the most interesting man in the world. He wasn’t always as easy going as you were. How he even managed to get someone like you was something he could never comprehend.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby,” came your voice from the master bathroom, “Here I come.”

You twirled before him, showing off your brand new fiery red babydoll. Which cost a pretty penny since it was the season of love.

“Whoa, you look gorgeous... what did I ever do to deserve you...” he wondered as his gaze raked you over.

“It’s actually the other way around,” you waved him off, climbing on the bed, “It’s time for your gift, Mr Barber.”

You took the book he was reading from his hands, setting it beside him and he hummed as you kissed his cheek.

“Actually...” he held onto the curve of your hips, squeezing just a little bit.

“Hm?”

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

That got your attention. You pulled away from his face, your soft lips still tingling from the coarseness of the hair on his face. “Oh?” Your heart fluttering in excitement. “You didn’t have to. You already bought us a home...” You said in a small voice, your fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s not just for you,” he smirked.

You watched, your fingers drumming along your bare thigh in anticipation as he went through his dresser.

“Since you want to try new things,” he said with his back to you, pulling something out of the dresser, “I figured this might be the perfect opportunity.”

You gasped when you saw, what looked like was a red silk tie and a dark blindfold.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. You had tried to get Andy to watch fifty shades with you and while he didn’t really say it, you knew that he wasn’t really into the movie or the kinky sex. He could barely stay down when you used cute pink fluffy handcuffs on him.

“I hope you can be a good girl for me,” his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, “and stay still. You never do... I always have to hold you down so this should make things easier... hands,” he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience, as you held your hands out for him, gulping a lump of air and watching his hands tie an intricate knot around your wrists.

“It’s soft...” You wiggled your wrists testing the ties strength.

“Of course it is, I want you to be comfortable, princess,” he kissed your forehead, smoothing a hand over your scalp, he looked at the blindfold and then at you, “It’ll be kinda hard for me to not look into your eyes,” his brow furrowed as he put the blindfold over your head, the elastic stretching and then settling behind your ears till you all you could see was black, “Let me know if you need me to stop... or if you need anything.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pouting when you heard him pulling his tshirt off. You were so excited about the dirty sex that you didn’t even think about this--not being able to see Andy naked. You were about to whine about it but he pushed you back till you were lying on the mattress.

“This is all so exciting...” you whispered, having no idea what he was doing or was about to do, if he was looking at you or elsewhere.

“I know, honey, now you just let me take care of you.” You nodded, shivering when you felt the coolness of his wedding band against your thigh, “Sorry baby, are my hands cold?”

“Just a bit...”

You heard him rubbing them together to heat them up for you, before he touched your inner thigh, parting your thighs to make room for him, he pushed your nightie up, exposing your breasts and stiff peaks to him, “So beautiful... and all for me.”

“All for you, Andy,” you tried to close your legs to rub them together, to create some friction to calm the heat between your legs but his hold on you wouldn’t leave you any room to move.

“You need something, honey? You’ll have to use your words to tell me.”

You huffed, although you couldn’t see him you just knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Want you to make love to me, Andy,” you fessed up anyway.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing though. This is how I make love, honey,” you gasped as you felt his warm mouth latching on your nipple, his leaking manhood on your thigh.

“Oh...” you tried to arch your back, to pushed more of you into him.

He released your nipple with a pop, “You like that?”

He had never seen you like this, never knew he wanted you like this--so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand between your legs, “You’re so wet, honey,” he observed as he spread your slick around your lips, pulling a desperate whimper from you.

He sucked his fingers clean, you tasted so sweet, like honey.

He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them to touch him, “No baby, you know the rules for tonight. I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do!” you whimpered again, your body shaking and writhing in his hold.

His poor girl, he knew how hard it must be for you. How you were obsessed with his beard. Sometimes He wondered if you loved it more than you loved him. He hadn’t shaved it off since he had met you.

“Then stay still, and you will be rewarded,” he promised you, pushing a finger inside you as he rubbed his beard against your sensitive nipples which seemed to set you off.

“Oh god,” you shrieked but didn’t dare move your arms.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, on your belly button, before settling between your legs and staring at your bare, glistening cunt.

“All this for me?” he wondered again, he didn’t need for you to answer, you were tied up and presented before him, just for him to feast on however he pleased. He sloppily licked as much of your juices as he could.

“All for you...” you shuddered as he rubbed his beard against the skin of your thigh.

Temporarily losing your vision seemed to have heightened everything, was it always so intense when his calloused fingers touched you? When he pushed three of his fingers inside you while whispering the dirtiest things in the world in your ear, rubbing his beard into the crook of your neck till you came around his fingers.

You were still dizzy from your high, you hissed out his name when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt so void and empty.

You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him just how amazing that was, “You ready, babe?” You heard him ask as you nodded, his leaking tip against your opening.

He pushed into you, slowly and steadily to draw it out, he always liked taking his time, a woman like you deserved to be treated right. He hovered over you, staring at your face, your sparkling eyes covered by the blindfold, your bottom lip between your teeth, he pulled it out of your mouth with his thumb

“Don’t want you hurting yourself, honey,” he tutted, shaking his head as be sucked on your bruised bottom lip, fully sheathing himself inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back, he was so big - the biggest you had ever had and yet it was never enough. Your cunt was greedy. You needed him deep, as deep as he could go. Exploring parts of you no one had seen or touched before. Only he ever would.

His hand circling your hips to pull you up against him as he rocked his hips against yours, “You’re so tight... squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “You wanna come for me?” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes,” you furiously nodded, your orgasm washing over you, dark spots in your vision as you felt your limbs loosen up.

“Hang on for me,” he warned you, holding onto the headboard as he chased his own end.

You sighed, hooking your tied-up hands around his neck as you felt his warm spend fill you up.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling his beard.

He hushed when you whined like the needy little thing that you were as he pulled out of you, untying your bound wrists.

He dimmed the lights before removing your blindfold, “There she is,” he smiled, kissing your temple as you rubbed your eyes. “Did you have fun, honey?” he held onto your chin as he made you turn your head to him, so that he could look into your eyes.

“Mm-hm. We should do this again sometime,” you yawned. You were better at being tied up than him anyway.

“We will. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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[truglori]

Sneaky Link 🔗

Synopsis: Black Reader and Eric find each other online!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Smutt, Raw sex

Flopping on the bed Y/N found herself bored for the fourth Friday night in a row. This was supposed to be the season of hook ups and living her best carefree lifestyle that she had planned out but yet is was the exact opposite. Being on summer break from college Y/N had to come back home with the schools being closed. It was something she dreaded.

Home for her wasn’t the best place to be. Between her judgmental and nagging parents and older brother, Chris, Y/N was ecstatic when she discovered that she would be going to a school that was over three hundred miles away. Being four hours away gave her enough freedom knowing that she didn’t have any one breathing down her neck or snitching to her parents about whatever she did. With it only being her sophomore year Y/N loved the college lifestyle.

Getting up she went to her window to open it and put in her square fan. Her air conditioner that she always kept in her room was now being used by her brother so she had to settle for this. Turning the knob she felt the warm cool breeze coming through and taking up the room. Walking back to her bed she logged into her laptop going onto the web browser. Clicking the history she found the website she was searching for and tapped it.

Quick Link popped up on her screen. It was a site that allowed people to meet and chat with other people. Even though Y/N has been going on it for weeks now back and forth, she never met one person that she has chatted with yet. She was okay with talking to them online and even over the phone but the thought of seeing them in person scared her. With all of the Lifetime movies and ID channel she would watch, doing something as small as meeting up with them could be dangerous.

Y/N scrolled through her recent messages. She had over ninety-nine notifications. She knew that she wasn’t going to reply to them all, only the once she found cute. It was like a broken record being played. They all inbox her with the same messages, hey sexy! Y/N rolled eyes at the un-originality. To her it seem like the guys didn’t even try to put in any effort.

Tapping on the keyboard she began to text back the handful that she found attractive when she got two notifications. Hurrying up her sentence she exited out of the chat and clicking on her new direct messages.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Y/N, what in the hell is yo ass doing on this shit...10:35pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- And I know you still online. I can see the green bubble by ya picture...10:36pm

Y/N squinted at the name. Who the hell was this texting her like they knew her? The question alone made her stomach flutter at the idea of getting caught on a dating site by someone she knew or knew her. Clearly this person recognized her enough to boldly message her. Clicking on their username she went to their page. Her heart stopped and thighs clenched at the same time.

It was Erik fucking Stevens aka her brother’s childhood best friend. Chris and Erik were the same age and only three years older than Y/N. Growing up Y/N stayed crushing on Erik. It was his braids that he rocked back in the day that had her drooling over him but also how nice he was to her. Y/N remembered the time when she was a freshman in high school and Chris and Erik were both Juniors she would always get a ride with them every morning in his 2005 Honda Accord. He would steal glances at her through his rear view mirror that only she would catch but to afraid to ask him about it.

There would be times that she would find underwear from a girl tucked under the backseat. Y/N heard about the rumored that went around the school that Erik was a player. An experienced one at that. He was grown before his time and with the way the lucky girls who had a chance to sleep with him describe it, he gave dick like he was a grown man as well.

Hearing that did nothing but spark the flame that she felt about him. She wanted to experience it herself. But being the quiet and timid person she was then, she never did. It wasn’t until Y/N went to college where she lost her virginity her freshman and started having sex on the regular with her ex who was also her first. From the first few times they did it, she could never cum from penetration. Y/N thought it was normal and that every girl dealt with it until she shared a few stories with her friends and they would tell her about the way their guys would make them squirt.

Squirting was something Y/N always wanted to do but could never achieve with her guy. She loved feeling him inside of her stretching her open but he was a quick pumper. He came too fast for her and couldn’t last long enough to get her to nut. So after every session she would take her bullet and tortured her clit until she felt her cream escaping her hole. Not having sex since the last time she was at school had Y/N body extremely horny and hot and ready like a little ceasars pizza.

Clicking through his pictures had her clenching her thighs. After he graduated high school, the graduation was the last place she seen Erik. She wasn’t even sure if Chris and him were still close friends. But what she could say is that he grew up very nice. He now had dreads that hung over his eyes with a clean shape up to top it off. His teeth pearly and white accompanied by gold canines he was wearing in every other picture and last but not least his body was everything. Standing at 6’3 and looking like a solid 215 from her view Erik was fine as fuck.

Giggling and embarrassed with herself she replied back.

BlackBeauty- Erik omg...this is so embarrassing. How did you find me?...10:40pm

Biting the nail on her thumb she waited for him to answer her. To her surprise he wrote back fairly faster than what she expected.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Noticed yo little ass on the explore page. I know you not on here meeting with these wack ass niggas...10:42pm

She laughed re-reading his message. To her it sound like it was possessive but she didn’t want to over think it.

BlackBeauty- Never!! I am not stupid. I haven’t met one person yet...10:44pm

Hitting the send button she rolled her eyes noticing herself getting desperate from his attention.

HandsomeAssNigga👅-Okay bet! I don’t wanna have to fuck you up youngin 😈...10:47pm

Biting her lip, she stared down the emoji. She wondered what that meant. She wondered in what way did he meant when he said he would fuck her up. At this point Y/N was dripping between her thick thighs.

BlackBeauty- What about you? I know you out here fucking these bitches you meet on here. Don’t lie lol...10:49pm

Y/N didn’t want to seem nosy, she was just trying to make conversation.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Damn you cuss now? And second of all don’t be worried about what I do with my dick. I’m grown and that’s different...10:51pm

Bringing a hand down to her covered pussy Y/N caressed it. The warmth coming through her panties and cotton shorts. She didn’t know what it was but the way he was responding had her feeling a type of way. She wasn’t the shy young girl anymore he used to know and she wanted to make that clear.

BlackBeauty- I’m grown too Erik 💦...10:53pm

Her heart beat sped up when she sent the text not knowing how he was going to respond.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- To who? I know ya young ass ain’t out here fuckin yet. You was too shy for that last time I saw you. Even if you was, I know you ain’t getting know real dick...10:55pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- What’s that emoji supposed to represent? Ya pussy or sum shit? Let me find out Y/N 👿...10:56pm

There goes that little devil that had her questioning herself again.

BlackBeauty- I get dick on the regular. Good dick! And yes Erik that emoji reps my pussy. Same young pussy that’ll be too wet for you to handle! I’ll have you drownin in my shit...10:59pm

Y/N could always talk a good game online. It was where she could be get as nasty as she wanted without actually putting in work. The guys who would hit her up loved her foreplay that she had spit over the internet and she was fortunate enough where they never pressed her to meet in person.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Bring that pussy here and I’ma show you if I’ll drown in it. Stop fucking playing with me Y/N if you not gonna pull up. I don’t do this back and forth teasing shit. You tryna do a Sneaky Link or what?...11:02pm

Checking the hall Y/N seen that the lights were off. Her parents were most likely sleeping and Chris always worked Friday nights. This was the perfect time and opportunity to leave. She would have to sneak the keys from the key holder and use her dad’s car to get to his place. Y/N didn’t do this on the regular but because it was Erik she was curious. She wanted to see for herself if all of the rumors were true. Y/N was going to fuck him tonight.

BlackBeauty- Send me the addy..I’m on my way...11:04pm

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After showering and preparing for her dick appointment Y/N successfully snuck out of the house. She put his address in her GPS. It was a twenty minute drive to get to his apartment. Putting the car in park and turning it off, Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach grow while walking into the building. Taking her phone out she went to his message and looking up the apartment number he gave her. Apartment 3B.

Knocking on the door. She held her hands together tightly. She was beyond nervous and rethinking her decision as her heart kept thumping. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to go through this. After so many years of fantasizing about him in her room she was finally going to see the real thing. Y/N only wondered if it was as good as she hoped.

The door swung open showing Erik sipping on a glass of dark liquor. In nothing but a tight wife beater that clung to his chest and his sweats that hung low Y/N could see the print poking through so visibly. It looked like he was free balling it.

“Damn ma. You wasn’t lying about getting grown. You look good as shit.” Erik sipped from his glass. He stepped aside inviting her in.

Y/N smiled softly going inside. She only took a few steps in and stood to the side waiting for him. She heard the door lock behind her as it caused her to gulp hard on her spit.

Erik eyed her with his low eyes. He chuckled seeing that she was clearly nervous.

“So that’s ya thing?” His voice was low and deeper than what she remembered.

“What’s my thing?” Her soft voice speaking up.

“Talking shit online but quiet it person.” He stated putting her on the spot.

Y/N smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned facing his livingroom.

“Nah ain’t no whatever. What’s good ma? Where that big girl energy go?” He walked up behind her pressing his body into hers. The hand that wasn’t holding his cup wrapped around her waist gripping the small pudge on her stomach.

Y/N shivered when she felt his dick on her ass. Her assumption was right. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweats. She could feel the coldness of his chains on her shoulder when he leaned on her due to her only wearing a tank top. She grabbed his hand, not pushing him away but holding on to him.

“I’m here aren’t I?” She gazed at him over her shoulder.

He smirked at her smart remark. “You need anything before we start? A drink, blunt, something to help you calm ya scary ass down.” He teased.

She pushed his hand from around her waist and folded her arms. “I’m not scary Erik. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”

“Then why you barely saying shit?” He licked his lips.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s just been a while since I saw you. You look...different.” Playing with her diamond earning, she occupied her fingers.

“I may look different but I’m still the same Erik that used to jack ya brother up every time he fucked with you when no one was looking. Ain’t shit changed about me ma so you can relax. I’m tryna take care of you tonight.” He spoke stepping closer.

They were now face to face. Y/N’s frame staring up into his 6’3 one. When she would inhale she could smell his expensive cologne mix with the Hennessy he’s been sipping on since she got here.

“Okay.” She answered with a bite of her bottom lip.

Erik groaned at the action. Both of his hands behind his back now, he bent down to her level to meet her halfway. “C’mere.” He demanded a kiss with messy dreads hanging over his eyes.

Meeting him where he was, Y/N listened giving him one. The taste of the dark liquor transferring over to her taste buds from his tongue invading her mouth. The warmth of it made her melt under him and causing her head to lean back. She was already growing weak just from the kiss.

Erik reached behind her slapping her ass and gripping it with his free hand. “Fuck you doing all that for and I ain’t even do shit yet.” He spoke against her lips peaking through his eyelids.

“Hurry up then daddyy.” Y/N whined.

“That’s my name for the night? I like that shit.” He walked them backwards until they reached his room which wasn’t far away from the front.

Placing his glass down on his dresser he lifted her up by her thighs, picking her up. Y/N squealed from the unexpected action. She held onto his neck hoping he wouldn’t drop her. Erik chuckled playing with her ass cheeks before laying her down on the bed gently.

“You sucked dick before...miss grown?” Bringing his hand down, he massaged his print through his sweats.

Leaning up on the palm of her hands, Y/N nodded answering yes. She did it plenty of times with her ex, who she could make cum quickly off of head alone but the way Erik was grabbing his tool made her think differently.

“So what’s up then? Come show me what that mouth do?”

Kicking off her sandals Y/N got off the bed. His eyes stayed glued to her. Getting on her knees in front of him she tugged the sides of the grey sweats and pulled them down to his mid thigh. His dick sprung out almost hitting her in the face had she been centimeters closer.

Long and thick was what it was. A beautiful smooth brown texture covered his heavy package. Y/N felt her mouth watered thinking about how her cream and juices would look being all over it. This man was truly blessed and so far proving the rumors to be true.

Erik twisted his hips side to side wagging it in front of her. He lifted the wife beater up and tucked it under his chin so that he can get a good view.

Grabbing the base of his length Y/N eyed it. She was trying to figure out ways to be able to swallow this monster without choking. Sticking her tongue out she tapped his tip against it. A string from her saliva on her tongue being attached to his head every time they separated. With her prior experience and watching porn she grew to have her own technique.

Y/N allowed the spit to build up in her mouth when she sucked on his tip. No nigga likes dry head and she wasn’t going to start giving it today. She wanted it to be extra sloppy for Erik. Tightening her jaws she went up and down on his dick. Taking only about four inches of him and using her spit to stroke the rest of him. With just the little bit of his length she was able to take she could already feel him reaching her back.

“Fuck that throat feel good. Shitt!” Erik groaned gripping her tight kinky curls and putting them into a ponytail. He tilted his head watching her go stupid on his dick. He sucked in his lower lip when she began to swivel her head around.

Long drips of spit went falling down on her black tank top. Erik’s eyebrows scrunched up the moment he felt her take his balls in her mouth and suck on them lightly while stroking his tip. His stomach started to tighten and his toes dug into his carpet. This girl was trying to take his soul the way she sucking him up.

“Man whatchu doing Y/N?” Erik asked amazed, closing his eyes for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he had head this good.

“I’m showing you that I’m grown daddy.” She answered coming up.

Now both of her hands were focused on playing with his balls while she sucked his tip and some of the few inches she was able to reach. Her eyes stared into his not stopping at all. She had him right where she wanted him. She could tell from the way his breathing sped up that he was getting weak and ready to bust a nut. Y/N tightened her suction to make it happen when she felt him pull her off by her hair.

Erik took one hand gripping her spit covered chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Fuck is you doing sucking my dick like that ma? You tryna make me hold you hostage for the whole night?” He asked seriously.

Y/N giggled. “I just wanna make you cum Daddy.” She reached for his tip and gripped it making him jerk forward.

Erik smacked his lips annoyed that she had him feeling like sensitive. “Chill with that. Let me fuck you first before you suck this nut out.”

Helping her up and placing her back on the bed Erik slide off her biker shorts tossing them somewhere. Underneath them she had on some cotton hipster panties with little rainbows spreaded everywhere. Erik laughed when he seen it.

“Why you wearing shit like this ma?” He teased stepping out of his pants and getting on the bed.

“Because it’s cute. Why you worried about what I’m wearing instead of taking them off?” Y/N mocked his question.

Erik smirked bringing his hand up to the piece of cloth and ripping them straight down the middle and threw them on the ground. A gasp left Y/N lips as she was shocked from him doing that. Slapping his forearm, her lips went into a pout becoming upset.

“Erik, I just brought those two weeks ago.” She smacked the hand that was rubbing her thigh.

“You said to take them off. My bad. That’s the way I usually do it.” He lifted her legs by the back of her thighs while he consoled her as a distraction.

Y/N was frustrated at the fact that he ripped her new panties but also that she wasn’t going to have any to wear back home after this link.

“I don’t care how you do it, you shouldn’t have- ohh shiitt!” Her rant was cut off with the sound of moans leaving her mouth.

Holding her legs by the back of her knees Y/N glanced down to see Erik flicking her clit. The tip of his tongue felt wet and firm, in a good way. She really started to feel it when he took one hand and spread her phat pussy lips. Now her clit was out in the open and more accessible. Erik’s eyes met hers through his dreads when his lips wrapped around her bud and began to suck.

“Mm fuck...daddyy!” The sensation had Y/N’s hips thrusting to meet his vacuum like suction. So powerful and wet.

“I want you to cum on this fuckin tongue!” His words were muffled by the lips of her pussy surrounding his but it was enough to reach her ears. Taking a hand he smacked her outer thigh making his demand clear.

Her warm and slick juices ran out of her opening. It was something about the way he commanded her to nut that made her wetter and willing. Y/N liked to be dominated. Lifting up the tank top and pulling it up to her chest she tweaked and flipped her nipples adding to the stimulation. For her the feeling of having her nipples played with while getting her pussy ate made her orgasm a hundred times better.

“Eat this fucking pussy b-babyy-“ She whimpered feeling a tear slide down the corner of her eye.

Even though he noticed it, Erik didn’t stop. The juices that he caught in his mouth made it hard. He loved a good tasting ass pussy. Y/N definitely had one. Moving his assault from her clit he put his tongue in her tight opening. He began to fuck her with it. Erik put his hands under her ass cheeks and got a good cuff before bringing her back and forth on his stiff tongue. With the way her legs were still in the air he could see Y/N toes curl the second he started the action. She began leaking so quickly. Erik chuckled inwardly when he felt her walls squeezing on him.

“Mhm.” He moaned teasing her.

Y/N was cumming from the second time just off of his mouth alone. She reached down to rub her clit while he stuck his tongue deep inside her. She ain’t never got head this good before back at college. Her thighs began to shake as she felt another mini orgasm hit. Her pussy growing sensitive and overstimulated.

Grabbing his dreads she lifted his head up. “Daddy you was eating my pussy so good. Fuckk!” She moaned with a quiver in her voice.

“Now I’m bout to beat this pussy up real good too. Turn around. I want that ass from the back.” Erik barked getting on his knees.

Swiftly taking off her tank top, Y/N turned around like he said and got on all fours. She felt a firm smack to her right ass cheek. Moaning she rocked back and forth and twerked each cheek individually. Y/N looked over her shoulder behind her seeing Erik watching her move it so effortlessly. His hands went up to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now she could feel her mound rubbing against his bare hard rock hard stick.

“Doing all this ass shaking, you better not try to run from the dick. I don’t want none of that.” He gripped a cheek spreading it watching her pussy lips follow.

“I’m not gon run daddy..I promise.” She reassured him softly.

Erik gripped the base of his length. Smacking it against her her clit he played with it for a while to warm her up. When he heard her moaning and seen her backing up against him he knew she was ready. Erik sent a drip of spit on the tip of his dick and rubbed it over it with a free hand. He teasingly dipped in and out of her tight hole. Y/N pussy was tight as fuck and he knew he had to work his way in. Getting deeper and deeper with each inch her warm wet walls clung on to him.

“Ooh fuck!” Y/N eyes closed not expecting him to feel like this. Erik was stretching her pussy out. Her arms sprawled out in front of her gripping his sheets.

“Tight ass pussy you got. What happened to getting dick on the regular? Hmm?” Holding her down by the small of her back Erik made her arch deeper as he stroked her slick walls.

Y/N’s mouth couldn’t close or make a sound. From the position he had her in she couldn’t move or run if she wanted to. Pinned down and made to take it. Erik was dicking her down. His heavy fat dick busting her pussy open and touching her stomach. Fuck that. He was putting it in her chest. Y/N reached behind her to hold on to his wrist while he pounded her pussy with precision. Her face smashed into the bed. His dick was too good for her.

“Ooh baby... Daddy don’t fuck me like this!” She shouted not knowing what she was saying. Y/N didn’t want him to stop but she couldn’t handle the pressure he was putting on her bladder.

Erik didn’t have just a big dick that could stretch a pussy out. He knew how to fuck with it. When he stroked he didn’t use his whole body he worked his hips and that’s what drove bitches crazy about him. Erik would fuck like he was trying to make a baby.

“I thought you came here to get fucked?” He asked lifting off her. He bended one knee and balanced his weight on his foot pressing it into the bed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he caught a rhythm making her throw it back on him.

The sound of skin clapping filled the room. Y/N’s arch was now the deepest it’s ever been with Erik choking her from behind and making her head tilt up towards the ceiling. Cramping in her stomach let her know that she was about to break. She was finally about to cum from penetration alone. His curved tip would press on a spot she didn’t know she had there causing her legs to convulse. Her whimpers and moans only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Which was tearing her pussy up.

“Shiitt!!” She cursed grabbing onto her titty to have something to hold on.

Erik bit his lip seeing her ass tremble from her orgasm and feeling her squeezing his dick with a vice grip. He slapped her left cheek before pulling out to flip her over on her back. Looking down at his meat it was covered in her creamy juices. His dick jumped at the sight.

“Good ass pussy.” He mumbled in a trance.

Using the weight of his hips he thrusted finding his way back inside of her. The warm wet tunnel closing in on him. Erik lifted up the wife beater that was still on in the mist, and brought it up under his chin tucking it to move it out of his way. His hands found the back of her thighs and pinned them against her chest. He began stroking and getting deeper from the angle.

Being trapped from his hold that he had on her, the only thing Y/N could do was bring her hands to his hips trying to interrupt his movements. Y/N didn’t like this feeling. He was going too deep. Deeper than what she was used to. Shaking her head from side to side she pushed at his hips that only kept going due to her weak and trembling arms not being able to produce enough strength.

“Move ya fuckin hands.” He demanded while keeping his steady stroke. Erik cussed under his breath hearing the smacking sounds coming from her hole that could be mistaken for a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. That’s how good Y/N pussy was.

Her tight walls gripped his dick. Erik looked between their bodies watch the beautiful art being made. Her pussy following him whenever he pulled out to the tip just to be sucked back in. Pussy as good and wet as hers always got him to bust hard. He was close. Leaning down to her neck he kissed and sucked her skin while having her pinned down taking his length. Erik felt her walls slick up and knew she was about to nut again.

“Let that shit go mama.” He whispered in her neck.

Y/N’s nails scratched against his back. Her eyes wailed up with tears feeling the pressure in her stomach building up. She lost count of how many times he had made her cum tonight but she knew she was grateful and only prayed that this wasn’t the last time she got dick this bomb.

“Unhh.” She couldn’t produce any words. Her toes curled as she gazed at the ceiling feeling her body shake.

“There you go.” He pecked her neck.

Erik talked her through her nut while he continued to chase his. It wasn’t long before he felt his dick throb and grow inside of her. Pulling out he climbed on top of her holding his body up with one hand pressed into the bed as he stroked his dick with the other. Y/N opened her mouth and sucked his tip. She could feel his seed spilling on her tongue and traveling down her throat. She wasn’t usually a swallower but the way he had just fucked her he deserved to have his dick milked.

“Ahh shit!” Erik cursed caressing her jaw as he watched her suck him dry. She was cleaning both her juices and his nut off of his dick.

A popping sound escaped her mouth when she released him. Y/N’s body couldn’t move as she laid back staring at him with disbelief. Erik caught her face expression.

“What?” He asked standing on the side of the bed.

“Nothing. It’s just the rumors that I heard about you were all true. You do give some good dick.” Turning to lay on her side Y/N smiled.

Erik laughed. “Yeah well I could say the same about you.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Little birdy that goes to your college told me about how good ya pussy was. Had to find out for myself.” He smirked at her.

“Erik what are you talking about?” Y/N sat up.

“I’m talking about your ex that you fuck from time to time is my second cousin. Nigga couldn’t stop running his mouth about you. Small world ain’t it?”

He paused watching the confusion clouding over her face. “Besides why else you think I had hit you up tonight? It damn sure wasn’t to reminisce over the past.”

Taking off the wife beater, Erik leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

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The Cold Offends Me

PART OF THE VIPER & THE WILD THING COLLECTION  

A/N: Until like three days ago I had no plans to ever write for Oberyn Martell. But we all know what happens to plans whether you make them or not so here we are. (also, at least 45% of the blame for this is on @something-tofightfor who relentlessly bombarded me with Oberyn gifs one night until I had no choice but to start daydreaming.) Anyway! This will not be a chapter series that follows a plot as much as it will be a collection of related one-shots. I have two more that are brewing on the back burner, but for the most part, this “series” is entirely open to requests and prompts, so if there is anything you’d like to see from this pairing, please feel free to visit my inbox! 

Warning: sex, mention of non-consensual sex, language. THIS IS A SMUT if you are a youngin’ please click away. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Though you work in one of the nicer brothels in King’s Landing- it could be worse!- your life is not at all what you would have chosen for yourself. What happens when a request for warmth turns into an offer for much more? 

Seven fucking hells. 

From your place amongst the pillows, you watched the taught, sinewy muscles of his back and shoulders move as he leaned over to set his goblet down. A slight sheen of sweat clung to his body, the light from at least a dozen candles making him look even more like a statue carved from bronze or gold than a man made of blood and bone than he already did, and you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept over your lips knowing you had been the one to slick his skin that way. Glancing down at your chest though you saw that he had done the same to you, your soft flesh damp and shimmering in the flickering light. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a laugh from slipping out. It has been a while since the last time anyone’s… 

The sound of the silver cup making contact with the wooden table beside the bed cut your thoughts short as he turned back towards you. You had just enough time to see the darkness in his eyes ignite before his hands were clutching the sides of your face, fingers pushing through your hair as he pulled you into a kiss. He didn’t hold back a throaty sigh as he let you sample the sweet wine still coating his tongue. That’s not all that I taste. You grinned around the thought, a wave of warmth rolling through your belly as he flicked his tongue inside your mouth as though reminding you how that same motion felt when he had done it earlier, between your legs. A small moan made it passed your lips and beyond his as he dropped his lower half down over your hips. 

Gods, why can’t they all be like this? 

You had slept with highborn men before, but once they shed their fancy robes and embroidered silks they looked and felt the same as the common swine you regularly serviced, the only real difference being the smell. And not always. Some things even rosewater couldn’t help. This one though, he smelled of spice and citrus and something else you couldn’t quite place. Something enticing. Everything about him was enticing. 

It almost felt wrong, wanting him to touch you, to use up his body and yours until there was nothing left of either of you. In all the years you’d lived and worked there you couldn’t recall ever feeling anything but forced, false enthusiasm, your cheeks aching from all the strung up smiles. You couldn’t recall a single encounter in which you had chosen to stay mentally present for the duration. Yet since the Red Viper had arrived in King’s Landing a few days prior, you had made it your goal to commit every second spent with him coiled around you to memory, even if it meant sharing him with others. Words flew more swiftly than sparrows in the city, so you had already heard that the Prince and his entourage would be staying for roughly a month, a few weeks on either side of that rat Joffery’s wedding. You knew that if he continued to frequent the establishment as he had been, you’d have plenty of chances to work on that commitment. 

But if you were being honest with yourself, which you rarely were since lying made things more bearable in your line of work, you knew that it could never be enough. He’d fucked you three times already that night, and each time had been different, the man never repeating the same touch, changing his speed and pressure, using his teeth and tongue in bold ways that made you feel as though he was experimenting, using your body as a medium for his art. While you were more than willing to be both muse and material for him, you were less willing to think about what would happen when he left the wretched city. For as much opulence as there seemed to be an abundance of, King’s Landing, seven hells, all of Westeros didn’t have a single artisan who could compare to Oberyn Martell in this and likely many other regards. 

If he was going to be the first and only man who made you feel alive, like your desires mattered, like your body was in fact your own, then you wanted to make the most of it. Taking the waistband of his trousers in your hands, the material bunched tightly, you pulled him even closer, simultaneously grinding your hips up, fitting them against his like precisely placed pieces of a puzzle. 

“You don’t need to be shy with me,” he had told you and the others that he and Ellaria had chosen on their first visit. “We are all here for the same thing. So if you want something,” he had his right arm wrapped around the slender torso of his paramour, palming one of her supple breasts as he spoke. She nuzzled into his side but kept her eyes on you, watching as he reached to take you by the chin with his left hand, pulling you close enough to kiss but stopping with barely enough space between his lips and yours for air to pass between you. You gasped, chest heaving as he smiled salaciously down at you. “Take it.” 

That’s what you were doing now, taking what you wanted. 

He finally broke the kiss, but only to nudge your jaw with his nose, one hand moving your hair out of his way so that he could continue teasing you with the things his tongue could do. You slid your palms over his back, fingers finding the raised ridge of a long since healed scar midway down the right side of his spine. He had a few of them, but they were all old and faded, hard to find with your eyes, easy to feel as you touched him though. A jagged line like a bolt of lightning topped his right shoulder, a stippled round patch marked the outside of his left thigh, and there was a pair of red dots near his left wrist that looked like it had been left behind by a snakebite. All proof of how vividly he lived his life, unafraid of pain or danger, accepting and seeking out every challenge he could find, never compromising until he had squeezed every ounce of juice from each experience he had. 

You would let him squeeze you down to the pulp, gladly giving yourself to someone who actually appreciated the act. Someone who seemed to savor you and not just where inside your body you’d allow him. For Oberyn, there were no limits on your body. 

“Had I known there were precious treasures like you hidden up here in the North,” he purred into the crook of your neck as one hand followed its own agenda, roaming your rib cage, the other still stroking softly through your hair. “I would have made the trip much sooner, if only just to have you once.” Fuck. You didn’t doubt him, and that made it even more agonizing to hear. “You are not at all like any Northerner I’ve known.” 

You bit your bottom lip and let out a small breathy laugh. “True Northerners would be offended to hear you say that, you know. To them, we’re all Southerners.” 

Oberyn blew a puff of air through his lips. “And the cold offends me. I do not care if I offend the lords of ice and snow.” His attention was drawn to the circles he was tracing over your sternum with one bejeweled finger. “They are all so stiff. So frigid.” He flattened his palm over the area he’d just been focused on, deep brown eyes lifting to seek out yours. “Not like you.” 

“I am a whore, my prince,” you reminded him of your place playfully, combing your fingers through the crown of silvery strands that struck through the dark locks near his hairline. “I am paid to be warm.” 

“Is that so?” That menacing glint was back in his grin and you understood why he was associated with the viper, the predator striking with lightning speed and deadly venom just as he was now. One hand traveled down your body to tease the crease where your thigh met your hip, and you gasped involuntarily at the contact. “Then why are you so warm when I have not yet handed over a single gold coin?” He dragged his fingers down between your legs. His eyes narrowed, lips dropping open as he slipped one digit into you, seemingly enjoying the breathless sounds you made. 

Gods, he’s going to kill me. 

He didn’t wait for your answer, perhaps knowing already that you didn’t have one. Instead he touched his forehead to yours, his hair damp against your scalp. “Stay with me tonight.” It wasn’t an order or a demand, simply a confident request, one he had surely never been denied. “Keep me warm.” Adding a second finger, he swirled them in a slow circle and watched you writhe under his touch. “I miss the heat of the sun in Dorne.” Curling his pointer and middle fingers slowly, he went on. “I miss the beauty of the water gardens at Sunspear. But you,” he pulled his fingers from your body then, your hips lurching up to follow his hand. “You have the sun in you.” 

You felt completely helpless as you let out a whine at the sight of him licking clean the fingers he’d just had inside of you, the flutter of his eyelashes as he tasted you the only indication that he was even remotely close to cracking the same way that you were. “The sun?” You hummed as his touch returned, his other hand skimming across your skin. I hardly see the sun unless it’s through a shuttered window. “If you feel the sun when you’re with me my Prince, I can assure you it’s your doing.” 

You knew it was the truth and he didn’t argue with you. 

“Whatever the reason,” he assured you, “l have not been so warm since arriving in this pit of a city, and tonight I don’t want to be cold. Stay with me.”

Your heart slammed inside your chest as he made the request again, your throat tightening with how badly you wanted to say yes. Swallowing, you took a breath and steeled yourself to try to steer him away from the idea. A whole night of this… of him it’s too much. It will be too hard to... Shaking your head, you wet your lips and stretched them into a smile. “I’m sure you’re already sorely missed by someone else, my Prince. Someone who could keep you just as warm I’m sure.” 

You hadn’t been with Ellaria in any meaningful sense of the word- yes, you both had been present on their first day in King’s Landing, but she was preoccupied with some of the other girls while you and one of the young men spent time with Oberyn. But you didn’t need to have been with the woman to know what she was capable of, her ravenous appetite flashing in her eyes with the same intensity that you’d seen in the Prince’s. I’m sure she is-

“We are not each other’s property, Ellaria and I.” He crushed your thoughts, touch roaming your torso, grasping at your flesh to punctuate his words with physical meaning. “We don’t put limitations on what we allow ourselves to do when it comes to pleasure.” You fought to suppress a whimper as you felt his tongue and then his teeth nip at the juncture of your throat and shoulder. All of a sudden you felt him flip you around so your back was to him, his deft hands finding your waist and spinning you with ease. “We deny each other nothing when it comes to our desires.” Sliding both hands up to your chest, he gave a deliberate squeeze and rolled his hips into yours from behind you, pulling you backwards to eliminate any empty space that remained. “Do you understand what I am telling you?” 

“Yes,” the word came out in a breathy sigh, and you weren’t sure if you were answering him or reacting to the way that he was making you feel. 

“No.” He said it firmly but his tone had a hint of excitement. “No, I don’t think that you do.” He let one hand travel down your body to the apex of your thighs, his rings cool against your stomach, the smooth links of the chains and pendants he wore pressing into your back as you gasped. “But I’m going to make you understand.” 

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Some time later, after you’d acquiesced to his plea to join him through the entire night, the two of you lay draped over one another, spent but still soaking up as much contact as you could. He hadn’t taken his hands off of you for longer than it took to pour from the decanter of wine or reach for the washcloth in the basin next to the bed. He’d hardly taken his eyes off of you either, scanning every last bit of you. You were surprised when he started talking, asking you personal questions that had nothing to do with your body or his or what he wanted to do with and to and for you. 

“Where are you from then, if not the North?” His eyebrows came together in genuine curiosity as he asked the question. He didn’t look away from your collarbone as he waited for your response, watching his own thumb run along the ridge of it as though he were trying to memorize the place where it dipped into your throat. 

You hummed, unable to remember the last time you actually enjoyed being with one of your clients. But he’s not at all like them. No man you ever had the misfortune of having to fuck had ever asked you what your name was or where you were from or what you wanted from them. They were soldiers and sailors, gutter rats who knew you were one of them without having to ask. “I’m from right here,” you responded, combing your fingers through his hair before catching his earlobe and tugging to urge his mouth down to yours. 

He kissed you- gods, he kissed you like he intended to take you apart all over again using only his tongue- then pulled back and let his exploratory touch begin charting the valley of your chest. “Right here?” He asked, and you closed your eyes as you felt his warm breath hitting the skin he’d just been tracing. “King’s Landing, you mean?” 

Warmth pierced your abdomen as he dropped his lips to your body and you sucked in a breath. “Yes,” you answered, sounding every bit as desperate and dizzy as he was making you feel. You clenched a fistful of his hair, and the small rumble of a groan vibrated against your ribs before he dragged his lips towards one breast without lifting them away, licking at the goosebumps he was raising along his path. But that’s not really what I meant. “King’s Landing, yes, but-” 

He picked his head up then, resting his chin in the center of your chest, his meticulously groomed beard softer than you thought it would be as it brushed your flesh. “But?” He dropped his lips teasingly to your body, eyes still on you as he dared you to continue your sentence. 

He did ask. Since it was the first time anyone had, you figured you owed him a complete answer. “But I meant here,” you let your eyes roll around the room, at the windows draped in colorful fabrics, the tables laden with wine and exotic fruits, the walls, made to look like the building was a palace instead of the prison it had become. “Here, this brothel.” 

You tried to slip your other hand into his hair to join the first as you let your gaze fall back to him, but he caught your wrist and stopped you, reaching up to circle his long fingers around your other wrist as well. “What?” He moved back up the bed then to settle beside you, still holding your wrists. 

The sweep and press of his thumb over your pulse made you suck in a breath, and as you looked over at him, you saw a look of confusion and concern in his eyes. This isn’t what you pay for, Oberyn. Why are you doing this? You shook your head and tried for one of your practiced smiles. “This is my home. It’s where I…grew up. I was born here. My mother was a…” 

“A whore?” He supplied the word but didn’t fill it with the disdain and judgement that most did when they spat your title at you as a reminder of your place in the world. You knew that he didn’t put such meaning into words like whore or bastard. One was a profession, the other a term for a child born of passion, and in his eyes, in the eyes of the Dornish people, those things were not filth to be hidden or ashamed of. With the surname Waters, you fell into both categories. He let go of your far wrist, letting that hand drop to your bare stomach, but his thumb continued to run up and down over the veins of the one he still held. 

You nodded. “Yes. As soon as I was old enough, I worked in the kitchens, scrubbing dishes, cleaning bedding.” You watched his chest rise and fall as you spoke but felt his sharp eyes on your face. “When my mother became too… old to do her job, it became my responsibility to earn our keep. Now that it's just me I…” You shrugged. He asked, you reminded yourself again. “Well, I have no other… no skills or-” 

“You didn’t choose this?” He lifted the hand he had on your stomach to push a piece of hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing the outer helix and drifting down to the tender skin just beneath it. “You… wouldn’t choose this?” 

Despite the honesty in his question, the tingling sensation that his touch sent through your bones and the way he was looking at you, you had to laugh. “No,” you shook your head. “Some girls,” gesturing with one hand you twirled it and arched an eyebrow, “some boys? Some of them choose this. But I… was born into it.” 

You didn’t know what you expected to see on his face when you looked back up at him, but it certainly hadn’t been anger. Oh, I shouldn’t have- “That is unacceptable.” What? Before you could ask him to elaborate or try to de-escalate the conversation, turn it back towards pleasure like you’d been taught to, he had your face between his hands, your eyes locked with his. “Pleasure should not come at the cost of anyone’s freedom. You shouldn’t have to-” His nostrils flared slightly then and he took a breath through his nose, eyes falling closed briefly before opening again. “Come back to Dorne with Ellaria and I. Let me take you from here.” 

The thought of it was too good to entertain, too tempting to take seriously, and it made it too hard to breathe. You were property of Lord Petyr Baelish, it wasn’t that simple. Blinking away the shock of his request, you again tried to lighten things with a smile. “So I can be your pet down in Sunspear?” 

“No.” He leaned in and kissed you then, his top lip curling against yours before you felt his grip move to the back of your head and the side of your neck. “I would never put you in a cage like a pet,” he murmured into your mouth. “You are a wild thing. And if you came back with me,” he rubbed the tip of his nose along yours. “You could run as wild as you wanted. Completely untethered.” 

“No one is completely free in Westeros.” You couldn’t help the slight sadness from entering your tone as you told him the truth about your home. 

“They are in Dorne,” he promised.

“And if I came to Dorne,” you mused, playing with the still open drawstring of his trousers, “would I be confined to the water gardens? What would you require of me?” 

“Nothing.” He answered with a shake of his head. “Wild spirits cannot be tamed. When they are, they turn sad, resentful. They grow bitter. They die.” Staring into your eyes, you felt the earnest truth in his words. “I would only hope that with your freedom you would choose to return to me.” 

If there was a free soul in existence who wouldn’t return to him, they were out of their minds. 

“I would return to you as often as you’d have me.” Your breathless response came quicker than you would have liked, but what he was offering you was so tempting even your cautious attempts at reigning in your enthusiasm weren’t enough and you cursed yourself for it. “But what about…” you let out a breath and waved a hand around the room. “What about Lord Baelish? What about-“ 

“I told you already,” he brought a finger up and laid it on top of your still swollen, wine stained lips. “I take what I want. And what I want is to see you as free as you were meant to be.” He leaned in to press his lips to yours, his finger still stuck between. “So you leave that to me, Wild one. Now,” he brought his hand down to wrap around your wrist, pulling you into the bend in his arm. “Show me how you stay warm up here in the North.” 

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