#Paddle Pop Tickles

[t0t4lly-n0t-z4hw4]

Can you make paddle pop x reader headcanon but fluff

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ There! Tysm 4 the ask!

Well, i can make that! But if you want the Paddle Pop X Reader romance HDCs, i can't do that since i'm not too comfortable with romantic stuff- But i'll make this HDC Platonic instead! Hope you Like it & fine with it! <3 Also, hope you don't mund me adding a few other of Paddle Pop's friends ;-;

Reader & Paddle Pop are like sibling! They share almost everything after reading sum stuff abt Paddle Pop

Just like Paddle Pop & his friends, Reader is Shadow-Master-Ph0b1c

Reader is the FEARED Tickle Monster among Paddle Pop & His friendos! Mostly feared by Jendralkhan

Reader ALWAYS knows whenever anyone feels sad. Including Paddle Pop who rarely feels sad. So whenever they saw Paddle Pop feels sad, they'll just walk around tryna find ppl who could team up with them tryna cheer up Paddle Pop.

Reader is as stubborn as Jendralkhan, that Paddle Pop has to tickle them. This also works with Jendralkhan

Readers humor is just as broken as Paddle Pop's, that they always somehow made Paddle Pop laughed his heart out. Not talkin' 'bout tickles

Sorry if it's short, cuz i had no motivations at all, but still wanna answer your ask🥲

Anyways, hope u enjoy! Stay hidrated & healthy! Have an nice day/night!

~AZ Out.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Undersea Marauder.

There are so many rules in this world. So many shackles to keep him down.

Let nothing obstruct his errant path.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

A fish is bound to the water his entire life.

It’s not a life for him.

Floyd is on his back, set adrift in the face of the Coral Sea. His hands cradle the back of his head, and he finds himself staring up. A flock of birds form an arrow, slicing through the sky. He wonders where they're going, what they'll do there.

Some merpeople dreamed of trading scales for skin, but Floyd thinks about giving up his fins for feathers. A pair of wings with which to witness all manner of strange things…

He chuckles soft.

Wouldn't that be so freeing?

“Eheheh. I wanna try it, too! Wait up for me, birds. Here I come…!”

Floyd rights himself and dives unto the frigid waters. His powerful tail undulates like a teal ribbon, propelling him after and faster. He steadily gains, chasing the shadows of the birds that skim the surface of his home turf.

Floyd approaches, lifting himself toward the shimmering boundary between sea and sky. A second later, he breaks through with a mighty splash.

His body elegantly arcs in the leap. He’s a skipping dolphin, a flying fish.

Free.

Floyd launches higher and higher, zipping past the flock. He collides with some birds, screeching with laughter as they spin like cars out of control.

Here come the clouds now—he easily bursts through them. They’re made of cool and fine-grained beads of water, refreshing him as he flies.

And higher still he goes, the sky dimming, a gradient of light to dark.

Floyd is among the stars, each twinkling like diamonds in greeting. The planets, like massive globes of sugar orbiting him.

The eel is weightless, effortlessly floating through space. With his arms, he paddles--and though there should be no gravity, the space warps and gives like water, letting him sail as smoothly as a ship after a storm.

He reaches out and plucks a star out of the cosmos, giving it a curious lick. The taste is like sweetened milk, and so he pops the entire thing into his mouth.

Then begins his descent.

At the peak of his jump, surrounded by the stars, he bends downward and plunges.

But there are no longer any waters waiting for him.

He crashes through a canopy of leaves. They scatter like papers, raining down verdant, brown, scarlet, tangerine, and gold. Sunlight pierces them, giving each a magical glow.

Roots come, skittering by him like a snake might slink. Thin tendrils extend from them, brushing his face.

Maybe there is some other name for them? Hyph-something, myce-whatever. Floyd does not care to remember his twin's excitable rambling.

Alarmingly, he spies an ugly bulbous cap poking out from a root. His nose crinkles with disgust.

Shiitake mushroom.

Floyd paddles through the fungi and plants, the scent of dirt and chlorophyll filling his nostrils. It's fresh and green mixed with damp and earthy, nothing like the salty smell of the sea.

Jade would like this, he thinks.

Daisies push through, their petals tickling his skin. He takes a shaky breath, holds, shakes again, and...

Sneezes!!

A great gale is unleashed, clearing his surroundings in an instant. Floyd is sent flying up, up, and away--

He shoots out of the dunes. Sand scatters from the force he emerges with, throwing particle clouds up into the air. Floyd flails, trying to balance his body. No use--he flops uselessly under the pull of gravity.

A scream rips from his throat. Not of terror, but of joy.

The landscape unfolds into a sandy expanse. In the distance, he sees an oasis guarded by palm trees. And below, a great city crowning the desert.

There are bright tents and stalls pitched, merchants hawking their wares. Vases and lamps with unique patterns, ripe fruits, adornments in a variety of designs.

Families and friends mill about in the packed marketplace, satisfied with their mundane lives, the schedules they keep. So content, so peaceful.

Floyd grins.

And he lets himself plummet straight into a stall.

The weight of him collapses it with a loud THUD. The merchant looks on, horrified, and his circle of customers gasp, putting distance between themselves and Floyd. Sticky with fruit juices, he removes the strand of black hair that clings to his cheek.

"Eh, guess it could be worse," Floyd shrugs, tossing off a chunk of watermelon sitting like a hat on his head. A line of juice dribbles down his forehead.

He notices the crowd staring and wiggles his tail in a casual pseudo-wave. One person immediately faints--but luckily, they're caught by a concerned onlooker.

"Riffraff!" the merchant shouts, waving a fist. "Scoundrel!! I demand compensation for what you've wrecked!"

Floyd rolls his eyes. He sounds like Azul.

The eel hauls himself off the pile of fruit--and peels right past the feet of the customers. The merchant's face heats.

"Guards! GUARDS!! Come quickly, HELP!! There's a sea monster on the loose!!"

Floyd rapidly drags himself across the market, digging his talons into the ground, his tail pushing him forward. He gleefully writhes as people scream and flee, clearing a path for him. His laugh, cackling.

He's at the waterways that thread the city when heavy footsteps spill into the street.

"He went that way!!"

Floyd doesn't look back before he dives back into his natural element.

The water welcomes him, its streams washing off the sand that paints his skin, loosening the hair that clumped from fruit juices. A tender kiss, a kind hand.

He has returned to the sea.

The channel goes deeper than Floyd thinks. It widens, becoming an entire ocean bathed in sunlight. A coral reef teeming with life stretched out below him, and when he runs his hand along it, tiny seahorses escape and trail bubbles.

He turns his head this way--a school of rainbow tropical fish race by. The other way, a band is in full swing. A carp on the harp, the plaice on the bass, bass on brass.

Floyd twirls as he passes, happily humming along to the tune. The music wraps around him, giving a warm embrace. He almost misses his name being called, almost forgets himself.

"... od....... loyd... Floyd! There you are."

A face that matches his appears beside him. He is followed by a boy with lilac skin, a series of squirming tentacles at his beck and call.

“Where did you vanish off to?” Jade asks. “Azul and I were starting to get worried about your whereabouts. Weren’t we, Azul?”

“I’m more concerned for the places he visits rather than Floyd himself. Who knows how much collateral damage he could cause unsupervised,” the octopus merman grumbles.

“Oya, Azul… Could it be that you lack faith in Floyd? Even though he has unquestionably served you since middle school?"

"You're saying strange things again. I recall him losing interest and changing his mind last minute more often than 'unquestionably serving'." Azul raises a brow. "So? Where were you all this time?"

Floyd flings himself at the duo, slinging his arms around their shoulders and pulling them close.

"F-Floyd?! What is the meaning of this?" Azul sputters, struggling against his binds.

"I was everything and everywhere all at once," he responds with a laugh. "I was as free as a bird! I'll tell you guys about it~"

"Fufu, it sounds as though you've been away on quite an adventure. We would, of course, be more than happy to hear of your escapades."

[carolmunson]

Double indulgence for Carol because I have Eddie and Stella on the brain too.

Eddie hadn’t seen a Saturday morning in years before the twins were born. Parties that continued until dawn, sleeping until late afternoon, rollovers and binges? They had nothing on sitting on the sofa with a toddler under each arm, Saturday morning cartoons on low volume and bowls of cereal while Stella slept in a little.

In a little while, Vi and Van will want to wake her with cuddles and breakfast in bed for no reason other than she’s ‘best mama’, bringing the Saturday morning party up to their big bed - Eddie play-wrestling with them, dangling them by their ankles over the pillows piled up as Stella laughs and reminds them all to be careful until the twins flock to her to press their heads to her chest for hugs with Mama, their eyes peeking out at Dada whose tickling fingers inch closer until Van is squealing with laughter at Vi lifted high above Eddie’s head, then swooped down to him for a faceful of stubbly kisses.

Stella watches him shine with it, the kids pulled to him by the same magnetism that drew her to him and kept bringing her back. He catches her eye, beams and winks at her.

They’re driving out to Malibu later, letting the kids paddle their feet in the ocean in a cove hidden from the paps and prying eyes. The kids have amazed them, a penchant for sushi at such a young age and Eddie grumbles in good nature about ‘the hell is wrong with nugs and a pop tart, did me no harm’ to make Stella snort laugh and kiss his cheek, murmuring for him to shush and eat his tempura before Vi and Van swarm in to try from Dada’s plate.

As the kids bounce on the duvet, Eddie pulls her in for a few kisses to say good morning properly. It’s all been worth it for this.

I AM SCREAMING IN MY HOME. THE APARTMENT IS AWASH WITH MY YELLING.

[sugarcherriess]

🌷20:09

Warnings – Marking, possessive behaviour, manipulative themes, yandere-ish reader, ownership, slapping, mentions of paddling, crying, mentions of branding, Hyunjae calls reader master and daddy

Event Masterlist

Hyunjae’s ass has been spanked scarlet, half moons decorating the skin where your nails dug in a little too strongly, streaks of puffy skin already taking the shape of the heart shaped paddle you used moments before.

His waist is a view of its own.

Teeth marks are littered all across its tiny surface area, hues of reds and purples blooming like a rush of Spring. Fingerprints lodged into his skin like a bonus layer.

Yet your unrelentless fingers still itch for more.

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be mine?”

He whimpers at your snarl, eyes closed tightly shut– a half assed attempt to control the sensory overstimulation shoved upon his body.

You strike him across his face at his silence.

“When I ask you a question–” your thumb and forefinger curl around his cheek from below his chin, squeezing his mouth open like a fish, “I expect an answer,”

Staring him down is the least of your concerns right now, but seeing Hyunjae fail to catch your eyes and look at the ground in shame scratches an itch you never knew you had.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” a broken apology emerges from his trembling lips.

You growl unexpectedly, “Apologise properly,” not a sliver of softness in your tone or your glare.

“I’m sorry… daddy,”

A satisfied hum emits from your chest.

Bending down to his waist again, you kiss the skin right next to his navel. The chaste kiss escalates to a bite and then you’re sucking the surface into your mouth. Releasing it with a pop, you marvel at the dark scarlet patches of blood left behind.

“Sensitive little brat,” a mean scoff chilling Hyunjae’s bones.

Crawling your way on top of him, you rest your center on his naked cock. Your digits open wide and tangle through his own neatly clasped together atop his chest.

An experimental slide against his cock gets him to bite his lips like you wanted, another slide forces a whine out of him.

You giggle at his antics; acting like he wants independence yet falling to pieces in your hands.

“You want me to make you cum baby?” You coo at him condescendingly.

A quick nod gets returned to you.

Before you can punish him for his non-verbal answer, he’s jumping in to rectify his mistake.

“Y-yes master,”

You grin at his pathetic mewl.

“Put it in then,” your breath tickles his ear when you order him.

It takes him several attempts on account of his hesitation, but once he's snug inside you, you roll your hips to a gentle rhythm. Eyes on the prize (Hyunjae’s priceless face), you drag your perfectly manicured fingernails down his chest. Hyunjae’s breath staggers at the stimulation, arousal increasing in multitudes.

Without stopping the movement of your hips, you bend down to kiss the beauty mark on Hyunjae’s chest– a particular fascination of yours.

The short display of affection peeking out from your stern demeanor tonight squeezes at Hyunjae’s heart.

Another kiss is placed right at the column of his throat.

Then straight on his lips.

Hyunjae’s face turns to follow your lips when you teasingly pull away, head lifting from the pillow to run after you like a moth to the light.

A soft adoring kiss pressed to the bridge of his nose, with your hand wrapped bruisingly around his throat gets him dangerously close to his orgasm– edged beyond his wits.

You kiss him again on his lips, whispering against them with true conviction:

“You are nothing if not mine,”

A slick hand slithers to his hair, threading through his curls to yank back his head.

Hyunjae’s tears drop in a free fall from his face at the rough treatment he’s been enduring.

You nose against the column on his throat again, kissing at his protruding adams apple. Your tongue drags on the length of his neck with a soft kitten lick.

Opening your mouth to bare your teeth, you surprise Hyunjae by biting at the dip of his neck. He whines erratically, sensing your teeth leaving indents behind– another makeshift mark of possession.

You fingers dig into his sides to stop his wiggling, “I would tear your throat off with my teeth if I could,” you smile into his bruised skin, goosebumps erupting because of your words, “you look so beautiful when I ravage you like a hound,”

That gets Hyunjae’s coil to burst, his cum filling your insides as you savour his climax like your own.

A plethora of “thank you master”’s stumble out of his lips through the ecstasy. His fucked out brain spits out jumbled incoherent sentences as his fucked out eyes roll to the back of his head.

You slow your hips down into a soft grind, milking his cock inside your velvety walls as you kiss him back to reality. Back to the world where you praise him for taking the ruthless side of your hellish pleasure like a champ.

A/N - I want to bite him raw like a rotisserie chicken straight out of the broiler

Taglist - @chewryy @parkhonnie @from-xero @maybeifyoutrieddd @renjun-holic @heednpy @ilovechanhee @asmigirme @woowooju

[deltaruminations]

i love putting deltarune characters in the most mundane Situations. toby fox gives us a brand new vibrant imaginative fantasy world every chapter and im like that rules but also holy shit the light world is a recognizable modern earth society? humans and monsters live together on the surface without significant political strife or prejudice? hell yeah im having characters take a bullet train to some unnamed hybrid of seattle and portland and dicking around Uwajimaya. i’m giving grillby a bun and on-trend mixology pop-ups. im pondering the potential frustrations of being the only person with blood in a tiny town full of magic-dust fucks and needing to buy goddamned tampons. im toiling deep in the dark shitpost mines contemplating crucial worldbuilding questions like "how often does rudy take his daughter(s) camping?" (at least once per season before dess disappeared, once or twice a year after that until… well, you know. gotta take it easy while the doctors run all those tests.) and "where do they go camping?" (varies, but the consistent annual spot is in the berry fields in the mountains two hours out of town. they usually go just before or after the peak of the season, when the crowds are thinner but there are just enough mountain blueberries ripe for the picking that they can harvest a ground coffee can’s worth over the week, griddling them into pancakes and snacking on them fresh while dipping their feet into the clear, cool lake at the center of the campsite. the picking isn’t quite as good in late summer, and the sun burns a little hotter, but the water is warmer and the mountain flies are too lazy to bite. go early, and the lake swarms with frisky damselflies and youth camp kids on canoes and, more than anything else, wriggling black clouds of tadpoles suckling at the shoreline for tiny flies and detritus and bumping indiscriminately into whatever young girl’s hooves happen to get in their way. when noelle was still fairly small, in her first early season, she screamed upon seeing them, sobbing profusely and refusing to join her sister and dad in the crawling water. it took them half the trip to coax her past them, dess bringing her palmfuls of the little things in various stages, rudy pointing out their tiny developing legs and eyes and saying, see, sweetheart? they’re just like little baby froggits. don’t tell me you’re afraid of froggit now, too! how am i s’posed to explain that to them at the next sunday service? and he tipped his head back and laughed as the girls giggled along in suit, sincere in their ease but secretly exchanging glances, aware of how noelle used to shiver and hide behind her parents’ legs upon seeing froggit at the socials after church, recognizing how she still to that day would startle at every sudden jolt from their otherwise friendly, bobbing calm, put off by their too-high hops, the too-fast snap of their tongue as they grabbed another donut from the box. in truth, maybe the tadpoles were easier to tolerate, moving predictably in linear swim, paddling little leggy fins, blowing kisses at the surface of the water and tickling her ankles with their… thin… wagging tails… she let any thoughts of resemblance to horrible, slippery mice scatter away like the frightened proto-froggits around her legs as she finally waded into the water, into her sister’s ecstatic embrace and the clatter of whoops and cheers bouncing across the surface of the lake from their dad, paddling in toward them, his voice betraying a slight break, maybe a choke, before he wrapped his arms around them both and held them close.) and most importantly "does the tv show jackass exist unchanged in this universe?" (yes)

[okaminokiba315]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ AZ here!

I got some more Paddle Pop Tickle HDCs! Here!

Love, ~AZ

Oh boyyy Aaaaaaa I wanna seee

[theorbdotcom]

i've found a whole list i made of the unused unus annus video ideas that they discussed in one of the last videos. i don't remember the context for a lot of them but some are very funny. i particularly like "volcano?" and "fire house ?" cause i have absolutely no idea what they mean and i don't think i ever did considering the question marks. i also got lazy near the end, sorry. lastly, i found a screen recording i took of them singing the sound of silence (hello darkness my old friend)??? i have no idea what that was, why they did that, or why i saved it, but now you get to see it at the bottom of this post

okay without further ado, here are the unus annus video ideas they never used

parkour

claustrophobic (wrapping each other in rugs)

blacklight (in each others rooms)

watching ethan sleep

5 senses

guessing each other's wills

william osman how many licks (build lick machine)

asking youtubers what they've always wanted to do (and doing it, they post video and delete it with unus annus)

mark gets his nipple pierced if they don't reach 1 million subscribers in time

tattoos

making weapons for each other and dueling with them

500 v 2 paintball (500 fans vs mark & ethan)

stunt car driving

skydiving

bungee jumping (with pokimane)

preforming in a burlesque show (w/ vixen deville)

mark gets bit by bullet ant

how much criticism can ninja take (bullying ninja over the phone)

how many copies of fortnite can a bullet take (or elmo)

pressuring david dobrik to buy us a car

susan wojcicki lie detector

learn braille

drunk driving in go karts

forcing shane dawson to do a conspiracy video on us

cage diving

trivia phone drop

covered in bees (see bee keeper)

thermal dick camera to find eachothers kinks

boner pill olympics

laxative olympics

michael reeves does something fucked up

craigslist stylist

being each other's personal assistants

lemonade stand (set stand up across the street from kids lemonade stand)

head to head

using as seen on tv products

trying to trigger the adpocalypse

buying everything my dog touches (slavery? if they touch a person)

building a house of cards on chica

blood drive haunted house

super soaker enema

going to couples therapy

going to area 51

going to area 52

fuck machine thanksgiving

props pop up shop

paint the office with our bodies

get an office

the shining challenge (getting chased by axe "murder" through a maze)

youtuber prom (forced to bring youtuber date, 360 camera in between dancers)

youtuber speed collab

trying to make each other fall asleep

staying awake as long as possible

one hour movie challenge (1 hour to write, 1 hour to film)

eating like the rock for a day

parasailing

who can do it first (back tuck vs back full)

yoga on paddle boards

jujitsu

learning to ride a tandem bike (obstacle course)

mattress rafting (white water rafting or going down the stairs with a mattress)

tap dancing classes

doubles ice skating (w/ game grumps)

interviewing a pornstar

how many rubs does it take to go through skin

making each others fursonas

meet a mortician

going to marks storage unit

renting the most expensive airbnb

living like team 10 for a day

youtuber sleep over (after prom)

mark get waterboarded while ethan gets tickled

volcano?

how far can we get on birds (scooters)

youtuber graduation (for all the youtubers that never went to college)

asmr slime making

building gokarts (the down hill kind?)

getting a couples massage

surfing lessons

raccoon cafe

cuddling workshop

chainsaw carving

trapeze

curling lessons

becoming an entrepreneur

clown class

parkour class

meditation

speed dating

learning accents from a linguistics coach

fire house ?

saving each other from drowning

pizza delivery to fans

quicksand

darkness for 24 hours

geochashing

hello darkness my old friend

camp annus–kernville

mud wrestling

making realistic things (armchair/beanbag)

dog cone

glory hole

burying ethan in the sand

the perfect disguise

smelliest smells

gamble all the adsense

[venenatd]

last meal; jean kirstein x reader

summary: you and jean are in a relationship, and finally get some private time for a cute picnic date the day before he goes on the mission to marley. it’s v cute but also ur both horny!

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (public/outdoors sex, dracylphilya, size kink, fingering, thigh riding, use of “good girl/baby”, praise kink, female bodied reader, unprotected sex, creampie) some fluff for good measure.

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 3.3k words of unedited content

a/n: i saw a cottage core inspired jean post and this idea immediately popped into my head. i also kept thinking back to the sunset blush scene and it felt destined lmao. i thought it was gonna be shorter but i guess i get carried away lol. pls feel free to send me requests or ideas or give any advice on what you liked!! thanku!<3

Everything is painted with gold. The sun hanging low in the sky, despite the late hour, still warms your skin. You and Jean walk away from the Scout Headquarters, warmth of the evening allowing you to roam without coats. 

He’s in a tight cream shirt, braces holding up darker toned pants. A simple hat sits on his head, shading his eyes from the setting sun. You, a simple sage dress, loose and flowing around your legs. The long grass tickles your flesh, and the two of you laugh as you try running through the field, lifting your limbs stupidly high to jump over the pasture. 

Jean snorts at you, watching you flap around. The orange hue of dusk makes your hair shine, your skin glow beautifully. And as you look up at him, a wide and goofy smile spreading across your face, he can see all the flecks and details of varying colours in your eyes. And it takes his breath away. 

It was the last night before the end. He’s not sure of what, but it feels like the next chapter is to be finished when he closes his eyes tonight. Tomorrow he goes to Marley. Hange ordered all of their team to go relax for the final day at home. “We’ve gone over the plans enough, we know every angle! Go! Shoo!”

Hange was right. Going in and getting Eren home. It was engrained in Jeans brain. The scouts knew everything they were going to before they arrived. So tonight, it’s all about you.

You, with your skirt floating around you as you weave between trees, making your way to the clearing the two of you know so well. It’s where he first admitted feelings, where you first kissed. The others don’t know (or so you both think), and until he’s safe from his last mission, you’re not sure the two of you will ever reveal your affiliation. 

Pulling a blanket from the picnic basket you’ve brought with you, Jean lays it down on the ground. There’s a wide pond in front of you both, some ducks still paddling about. A thin haze floats over the water, the last of the summer heat still encouraging dragonflies and water skippers out. 

The light snacks you’d managed to sneak out from your job in the kitchen were delicious. You’d whipped up some light pastries and desserts from leftover ingredients. Even some strawberries and grapes. Whilst everything was miniscule from lack of provisions, it tasted good enough. 

Dipping the sweet red fruit from the cream and sugar and between your lips, Jean is in heaven. Your hair being pushed by the wind away from your face, the rosiness on your cheeks. The world may end tomorrow, but tonight he’s got all he needs.

His hands reach over, noticing the drip of cream collecting on the corner of your lips. Swiping his thumb along your cheek, he notes “you’ve got a lil..”

Jean looks at you, his eyes locking on yours, still gently cupping your face in his hands. Warm pupils flick down. His brows scrunch together for a moment, before he moves forward. His other hand comes up to your face, and he is so gentle when he kisses you. It’s as if he may break you if he goes too far.

The soft plush of his lips on yours, slowly pulling you in is intoxicating. He leans back on his forearms, pulling you over him, not letting you leave his mouth. You knock into his hat, it flopping off behind him as you lower your chest over his.

A hand reaches to his chestnut hair. It’s grown long over the last few years. You play with tendrils, the two of you lazily kissing. It’s soft and easy. You’re breathing into one another your chest resting on his as you move a leg to intertwine with his. 

Shifting yourself slightly, you rest directly above his thigh. Jeans hand comes to the back of your neck, making sure you don’t split the contact he so desperately needs. Your nails slide softly against his scalp, twisting into his hair with more want. 

The man, your man, underneath you curls forward, leg lifting and chest pushing up into you. Your crotch bumps against his thigh. A delightful little gasp erupts from you. If Jean wasn’t tongue deep in your mouth he could have even missed it. But he is, and he didn’t. 

He’s tempted to see how far he can take this, maybe make another first here. You’ve had sex, and plenty of it. Although for the most part it’s been rushed, the nature of your jobs only allowing for quickies. You both lived in shared rooms, and the lack of privacy was definitely a roadblock in his attempts to please you.

This clearing, in the outside meadows by headquarters, is maybe an ironic place for the privacy you both so need. Putting any doubt out of his mind, Jean lifts his muscular thigh, achieving another gasp into his mouth from you. You grind against it slowly, tentatively.

“No need to be shy, baby girl” he smiles into the kiss.

Cheeks rosy, you roll your hips along his leg. Jeans body rises further, leaning back casually on one hand, the other gripping the flesh between your waist and hip. He breaks the kiss that has been going on so long, wanting to take in all the ways your face displays pleasure. 

Your eyebrows knit together slightly. Your lips are wet with saliva, slightly parted as you give off little mewls each time your clothed cunt is brushed along his cotton pants. 

There’s a sweet and tender feeling building in your lower stomach. You can feel how wet you’re getting, the slow and methodical undulations generating a heat between your thighs. 

“Jean, plea-”

“You want more?” he’s quick to answer. Your head jumps and up and down, past the point of playing shy. 

His long fingers meet with your jaw once more, lightly skimming your features. He’s noting it all down in his head. Maybe he’ll even make a drawing of you. You pause in your ministrations, and a low tutting comes from the man. “No, no. Keep riding. Get yourself ready.” 

A delicious smile emerges on your face, and you bear down on his thigh. You take your hands on each leg, gripping onto the thickly built muscle underneath the cloth. A couple of fingers miss their mark, and you can feel how hard Jean is getting. Eyes flash between his crotch and his face, and he can sense how eager you are to please him. 

His touch moves from your jaw down, one finger slowly running along the centre of your throat. Jeans hand dips, slowly dragging his fingernails across each collar bone, down to the valley of your chest. Your breath hitches, and he moves away again. You shift your hand in response, moving it towards the joint between his thigh and pelvis, allowing your fingers to brush his clothed balls.

Wherever his fingers move leaves a tingling in their wake. They push towards your shoulder, teasing the fabric from each one. Your dress pools a little, allowing him to make his way back, this time taking your breast in his hand. Thumb brushes against your puffy buds, and a finger meets it to squeeze lightly.

Jean fully lifts off the blanket, sat up straight. He makes quick work of your dress, pulling it down and pushing it up. He grabs at your legs, going between light caresses and tight grasps, not knowing which to settle with. Finally he finds purchase in your ass, guiding you back and forth over his thigh.

You moan into his mouth, fully succumbing to the wetness surely dampening through your panties, the feeling of his fingers twisting and teasing your pert nipples. He raises his fingers from your chest, using his thumb on your lower lip to apply gentle pressure. 

Breaking the trail of saliva that connects you both, he pushes an index finger between your lips. You’re all too eager to suck on it, eyes looking dutifully at him. He inhales sharply between his teeth. His cock is so hard, so desperate to fuck into you. Jean wants it to be slow and beautiful, but he simply needs to have you. He wants you close to him before he leaves and doesn’t know if he’ll come back. And close means being inside you, hearing you in your purest form. 

The dusky pink settling on his cheeks could be the sun, low in the sky, filling the meadow with rich hues. 

Your moans could not be interpreted so wholesomely.

Fingers wet with your spit, he moves his hand between your legs, under the skirt. Pushing your panties to the side he lets you ride his palm for a moment. Teasing yourself, teasing your clit on his strong hand. He goes deeper, fingers sliding through your folds. He slips through your folds, resting at your entrance, before allowing your hips to rise and him to push knuckle deep inside you.

You reddened lips form a perfect ‘o’, and the bliss on your face is one he will remember forever. His thumb moves to your clit. Still on top of him, Jean watches you fuck yourself on his fingers. He kisses your neck, your chest. Taking your nipples and sucking, biting, nibbling. 

Your walls are closing in on him, before gently relaxing and he can tell you’re close. 

“Don’t be shy” Jean reissues his earlier statement. But now it’s far huskier, far more commanding. “I want to hear you, y/n. I want to hear you cum.” 

You’re watching his face, the words - orders - tumble from his lips. They make you flutter around his fingers. You murmur out tiny please’s. 

“What did I say? Louder, y/n.”

You moan against his neck, “please.”

Jean pulls your hair, making you extend your neck, forcing you to look up to the hues of pink and orange. “Louder.”

You’re so close. “Jean, p- please!” 

“Good girl.”

With that he’s flicking his thumb over your clit, fucking his fingers up into your cunt. The sounds of liquid and wetness only add to the noises of you cumming. Pussy clenching around his fingers, hips giving way and as your legs start to burn and shake. Jean holds you up, working you through your orgasm. He wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart, moaning his name. And then whining curses as you become oversensitive. Yet your gummy walls still suck him in, begging for more.

Leaving your tight walls, he brings the fingers to his lips. You taste tarte and sweet. Better than strawberries any day.

Your breaths are heavy as he twists the two of you, resting you with your back on the blanket. You are radiant. A green halo of grass above you, the dusting of pink on your cheeks, your lips kiss-swollen.

Jean pushes your skirt up, eyes trained on yours as you rest on your elbows. Your eyes follow his movements. How his tongue wets his lips before he drags them on your inner thigh. How his fingers dig in to pull you closer towards him. 

He pulls off your sodden panties, kissing into your hips, your belly. Jean is slow and deliberate. As much as he wants to be deep within you, he’s never had the chance to enjoy you this slowly before. 

He rises, kissing your breasts as they spill from the top of your dress. His tongue paints saliva on your lips before slipping between them. The kiss is intense. It’s deep and sloppy and so needy. 

Your hand reaches to his shoulders, thumb slipping underneath his braces pulling them off. Hands slip under his shirt, and he quickly helps you pull it off. His muscles are firm and taught, the amount of work his body has been through over the years evident underneath your fingers. You trail fingertips over stripes of knotted flesh, kissing each mark and scar after your hands move onto the next one. 

“You’re beautiful, Jean”

Jeans cheeks go rosy and he smiles so bashfully that it breaks you apart. The lopsided grin makes you pull him back into you, teeth bumping together as you giggle into the kiss. 

He unbuttons his pants, pushing them far enough down his thighs to allow more friction as he grinds into you. Jean is noticeably straining his underwear, his member long and hard. You move your hand down to cup him, squeezing gently through the cotton. You tug on his cock, leaving him stuttering into your mouth. Holding him just tightly enough, he ruts his hips into your hand, little sighs escaping his mouth into your hair. 

Tucking your hand under the fabric, you pull out his dick. It makes your hand look smaller, Jean’s member long and hard. The pink tip is slick with precum, and your thumb brushes his head slightly, earning a little hiss. 

You go from light little touches to harsher ones. Fingers brushing against the veins on his length, before you wrap around him again. He’s whining in your ear, “you like playing with my cock? Seeing what you do to me?” 

With hooded eyelids you look at his contorting face and whisper “yes, yes. I want to please you, I want to make you feel good.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

Taking his member, you push the tip against the heat between your legs. Teasing your clit with his head, he looks down to watch you work. Precum lightly sheens over your folds, and fuck, Jean can’t wait to add to it. 

“I w-want you so bad Jean.” 

“You have all of me.” 

You hold him against your entrance, the tip of him just resting at your little hole. Pulling him in a little, he pushes against the first tight ring. It’s always intense letting Jean fuck you, making you so full. You rock your hips up, letting him slip out a little, before grinding back down. It pulls him into you so sensually. He moans unashamedly as you control the pleasure you both receive. 

Repeating the action, you lift again, pushing him out, and again tightening your stomach muscles to curl and bring him deeper inside you. His golden eyes are trained on where you’re conjoined. 

He’s halfway inside you, stretching your tight walls so much already. Jean sits back, moving his tongue around inside his mouth before letting a ball of spit fall where his cock rests inside of you. Spreading it on his length, he helps you the rest of the way. Letting your eyes widen and gasp of surprise (how are you always surprised by the feeling?) as he fully sheaths himself inside you. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he holds himself above you, head falling back as he inhales slowly.

Jean allows you a moment to breath, before he pulls back out, quickly snapping his hips back to yours. Moans tumble out of your mouth as he fucks into you. Lashes fluttering and your tits bouncing in rhythm, you are a sight for the sorest of eyes.

“You’re so pretty for me, all splayed out on my cock.” 

He pushes your legs apart, watching his length disappear inside you. Watching how one hand twists your own nipple, the other feebly trying to grab onto his wrist. He’s splitting you apart on his dick, the feeling of being so fucking full taking over. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm, but he builds another, the tightening in your core unmistakable. 

“J- Jean,” you hiccup, so overwhelmed by him. “You’re s- so big” 

“You’re taking me so well, y/n.” 

He lowers himself against your chest, bringing his knees upwards and closer to your ass. You curl up around him, holding your legs further up. Jean quickly renegotiates the position, pulling your legs around him whilst you hold under your knees. You can feel him so deep inside you this way, pulled into a ball underneath him. Jean wants to be impossibly close, and this new angle is punishing on your pussy. He can feel how wet you are between you, how much you enjoy the intensity of his cock working in and out. 

His forehead presses against yours, his hand snaking between you two. From his new angle, he can hit that sweet spot inside you so easily. His length sweeps against it, and hits into your furthest wall. He lets out curses as he feels your cunt tighten each time, mixing with the moans and mewls from you. You lock eyes with him, big doe eyes pricking. 

“Pl- please, I’m so close, Jean.”

Fat tears roll over your cheek, trailing to your temple. Everything feels too much. Him inside of you, the wet squelching between you. His strong fingers rubbing over your clit again and again. You let out a sob, followed by a moan. It’s a combination of knowing this is the last night, feeling how fucking intense his cock is inside you, hearing how much Jean needs you. He kisses your cheeks, tasting the salt, not faltering as he continues to pummel into you. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

His balls slap against your skin. 

“You can do it.” 

His teeth bite at the flesh of your breast, pull at your nipples.

“I want to hear you.”

His fingers play and roll with your clit, feeling the way you tighten around his cock.

“Please cum for me, y/n.”

Your back arches off the blanket, the night sky soaking up the moans. The lewd noises in between you both are all consuming, the slap of slick and wetness only adding to your full body sensation. 

His fingers keep moving on your clit, and Jean grunts each time your pussy spasms around his cock. He keeps pace, fucking you raw and with need. He loves to see your delicate face scrunched up, eyes rolling back and mouth unable to close. 

And with the tightening of your walls around him, Jean’s close. “Where do you want me?” 

“I want,” you inhale sharply, as his cock drives back into you, “you inside me- I- I need you Jean. Please.”

“You’re so good, baby, you’re so good.” He’s getting quicker, making you writhe beneath him in your overstimulated state. “I’ll give you what you want, okay? I’m going to cum inside your pretty pussy.” 

Jeans fingers are going to bruise you. He's holding onto you so tight, never wanting to let you go. It’ll be something to remember him by. Movements are starting to stammer, the sweat evident by the sheen forming across his shoulders and face. You tuck a tendril of his honey hair behind his ear. “I love you”, you whisper amongst the moans. And with that he pushes deep enough to make you cry out, feeling the hot ropes of cum painting your walls. 

Your man rests inside you for a moment, gathering his breath as he leaves languid kisses against your breasts, your jaw, your lips. He pulls out, seeing his cum drip from your pussy. Using his fingers he pushes the white around your folds, earning a sharp his when he brushes past your clit. Finally, he brings his fingers to your lips, and you put out a delicate tongue. 

Cleaning him with your mouth, he sits back, sighing softly. How can you be this good? And you like him? Jean thinks he is the luckiest man on earth. He adjusts your dress for comfortability, before dipping next to you. Your heads are lightly touching, your hair intertwined with his. Staring up at the sky as the last colour leaves it in its inkiness, he holds you close. He presses his final kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too.” 

[sodasback]

Bet

JJ Maybank x Reader

Reposting from my deleted account with minor edits.

Not my photo. All credit to original poster @pop-punk-maybank​ <3

"You wanna put some stakes on this, Maybank?" You asked, feeling especially cocky.

"You think you can beat me at beer pong?" JJ asked incredulously. You had to admit it was pretty arrogant of you to think you could beat JJ, aka beer pong king of OBX.

"Oh, I know I can babe." You doubled down. JJ smirked.

"Alright, what do I get when I win?" JJ asked confidently, putting his hands on the table and purposely flexing his muscles as he leaned forward.

"Whad'you want?"

JJ smiled. "After the game is over, you have to jump off the dock, into the marsh." You frowned. You were a little let down by the anti-climatic nature of his dare; it was unlike the blonde.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit." You quickly retorted, shaking your head, knowing that wasn't an option.

“Yeah, I know. You aren’t wearing a bra either.” JJ smiled devilishly. A chorus of “oohs” came from the group that was gradually gathering around. Your mouth dropped open a little.

You closed your mouth and glared at JJ for a second. “Bet.” You said and gasps of disbelief and giggles left the small crowd. Even JJ raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at your answer, but he regained his confident front quickly. “And if I win, you have to show me the video Pope took of you from last weekend.”

JJ immediately dropped his smirk. Pope and John B shared glances, obviously knowing what JJ says/does in the video. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” JJ said looking away.

“Only if you lose.” You reminded him and JJ looked up at you. “What? Is JJ Maybank scared to lose at beer pong to a chick?” You challenged.

Laughs and more “oohs” came from the small group of party-goers. 

JJ looked at you for a minute. “Fuck it. Fine. Let’s do it.”

The game got set up.

“Last chance to back out, Y/L/N. You ready?” 

“I’m always ready for your JJ.” You teased. He shook his head, knowing the tactic of trying to distract him with flirting all too well. You looked at each other in the eyes and took the first shot at the same time to see who would go first. Your ball bounced off the rim of the solo cup and of course, JJ’s sunk in one. You took a breath in and JJ smiled and cocked his head at you. 

“Get used to passing those back to me, Y/N/N, because you’re not gonna keep them at all tonight.”

“Yeah, keep talking shit, JJ. We know this is the only way you’re scoring tonight.”

JJ’s first shot of course went right in. “Drink up, babe”

You smiled and grabbed the first cup, downing it easily. “How’s losing taste?” He asked, getting cockier by the second.

“Just shoot your shot.”

He does and sinks another one, shit-eating grin only growing more. “Balls back.” He smirked. You glared for the umpteenth time that night, but matched his smirk as you rolled the balls back and downed another cup. 

“You regretting this bet now?” JJ asked as he sunk another one. 

“There’s a lot of game left, Maybank.” You continued feigning confidence. 

Finally, JJ misses one. “Fuck” JJ whispers under his breath. “Alright, Y/L/N, let’s see what you got.”

You shot and made it, grinning at JJ. “Okay, okay. it’s just one.” JJ says and gulps down the first drink. You sink another one. “Balls back.” You smile.

You waste no time sinking the 3rd one. “Getting nervous, J?” You ask. But before he can answer, you’re missing your 4th shot, “Not really.” JJ replies cooly. 

The game went on and of course... JJ won.

“Never shoulda bet against me, Y/L/N.” JJ gloated smugly. “I definitely should have raised the stakes though, because jumping into the marsh with your clothes on isn’t really that satisfying for me.”

“Who said I was gonna keep my clothes on?” You asked seductively as you shimmied out of your denim shorts, but leaving your cheeky underwear on. JJ gaped at you for a second before regaining composure and smirking at you. You turned your back to him and took your top off before swan diving off the dock. 

“Fuck that’s cold!” You yelled when you resurfaced and approached the ladder to get back on the dock. JJ had a towel ready for you, but when you went to grab it, JJ pulled it back, just out of reach with that shit-eating grin on his face. You shot daggers at him with your eyes.

“First, say: ‘JJ is the sexiest, funniest, smartest guy I know and I was completely wrong for thinking I could beat him at anything.” 

If looks could kill, JJ Maybank would be one dead pogue from the scowl you were giving him.

“Fuck that. JJ, give me the fucking towel.” You said reaching for it again and not realizing your bare chest was coming out of the water. JJ smirked down at you and licked his lips, before you threw your arm over your chest to cover your boobs. He chuckled to himself, “The water really is cold, huh?” he teased, 

“JJ.” You said sternly.

“You gotta say it.” 

You inhaled deeply, “JJ’s the sexiest, funniest guy and I was wrong for thinking I could beat him.” You muttered and slurred quickly under your breath.

“What was that Y/N/N? I didn’t hear you.”

“Fuck you ...JJ is the sexiest, funniest, smartest guy I know and I was wrong-”

“Completely!” JJ clarified.

“-completely wrong for thinking I could beat him. Now give me the fucking towel, Maybank.”

JJ held the towel out, unfolded so it completely covered the view of you climbing the ladder so no one could see you, but he didn’t turn away, instead he kept eye contact with you even as you struggled to cover your boobs while climbing up the ladder. Once you emerged, he wrapped the towel around you and smiled. You held the towel around you as you kept eye contact with JJ a little longer than usual. You looked away first and cleared your throat. Getting nervous, you stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Good game, Maybank.”

“Good game, Y/L/N.” He said sweetly. And with his guard down, you easily pushed him off the dock and into the water. You laughed as did a lot of the party who witnessed it. 

JJ surfaced, “Oh you are so dead, Y/N! You know that right?” JJ said dangerously as he quickly paddled over to the ladder and you started to retreat.

-

You and JJ ended up in a tickle/wrestling match, after he chased you. And as the party continued, JJ only seemed to cling to you more. You couldn’t help but think that maybe the relationship between you two was more than just shameless flirting, that maybe it could be something more. JJ let you borrow some of his clothes after you both ended up in the marsh, so you could be warm and comfy. You were in his lap with is arms around your waist, sitting around the fire, when your brother texted that he was on his way to pick you up. 

“Time to go?” JJ whispered to you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he read the text on your phone. 

“Yep, it’s that time.” You sighed and leaned into him for just a second before standing up. JJ followed you away from the fire. “So I’ll see you tomorrow night at the movie thing? I’ll bring back your hoodie all washed.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. Looks better on you anyway.” JJ smiled as he brought a hand up to your cheek and ran his thumb along your jaw. You couldn’t suppress the butterflies swarming your stomach. You both looked down at the other’s lips when a horn honked loudly. 

Both of your heads snapped in that direction and JJ’s hand immediately fell from your cheek. “Y/N let’s go!” Your brother yelled from his truck

 Now, Jj was the one who cleared his throat awkwardly, “Okay, so yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, “Bye” 

JJ bit his lip, shoving his hands in his pockets and smiling before turning back to the party.

You walked over to your brother’s truck. “I’m just gonna go inside and go to the bathroom real quick.” 

This earned an eye roll from your brother.

When you walked out of the bathroom and out of the Chateau, you saw JJ grabbing a drink from the cooler ...and he wasn’t alone. Your heart sank as you saw him handing a girl you’d never seen before a drink, both smiling and laughing before JJ followed the girl and sat next to her around the fire. 

Maybe it was all in your head. Would JJ Maybank actually be more interested in you than just a friend he flirted with? He did flirt with everyone after all. You just thought maybe it was different with you. Did it really only take 5 minutes for him to move on to the next girl? 

“Hey, you okay?” A voice asked, pulling you out of your heartbreaking thought spiral. It was Pope. He was headed inside to get some water. Pope followed your gaze to where JJ and the girl were, the tears in your eyes threatening to slip out.

“What?” You asked after not really processing what he said as you finally broke your gaze off JJ and looked at Pope who gave you a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, I’m fine!” You said wiping your eyes. “My brother’s waiting to take me home, so I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You sniffled. 

Pope smiled sweetly, “Yeah, see you then Y/N.”

You got into your brother’s truck and he started driving back to your house when you got a text from Pope. 

Pope: I know you lost, but I’m gonna show it to you anyway.

Then another text came through, this one was a video. The video of JJ from last weekend.

In the video, all 3 boys were out in the hammocks, visibly drunk, or high ...or both. JJ being the worst of the 3.

Pope was holding the phone. “So JJ, your turn: who’s the one girl on the island for you?”

JJ scoffed drunkenly and it was clear that he didn’t know Pope was filming: “Bro, obvusly it’s Y/N/N dude. Y/F/N fucking Y/L/N. I’d simp so hard for that girl. ...I just want to buy her flowers. I think she likes peenie...ponies...pennies ..whas it called?” 

“You mean peonies?” Pope clarified. John B looked at Pope and realized he was filming and gave Pope a knowing smile. 

“Yeah those. Penonies, pen- whatever. I just want to treat her like a princess. Like sleeping beauty ...Y/N loves taking naps. Or Belle... she reads a lot n stuff ...or ooh Ariel, that’s the one. She’s just like Ariel ...like a mermaid.”

“Y/N has y/h/c hair” Pope stated but JJ ignored this.

“Yeah anything else, J?” John B asked wanting JJ to continue.

“I dunno dude. I just want to brush her hair n feed her grapes.”

John B and Pope couldn’t help but laugh, “Feed her grapes?” John B asked laughing.

“Yeah, dud-” and with that JJ finally turned and realized Pope was filming, “Arr you fucking recording this?!” JJ asked starting to reach over and wrestle with Pope. 

“Oh my god. I cannot wait to show this to Y/N.” Pope laughed.

There was more wrestling between JJ and Pope before the video stopped. 

You smiled down at your phone. “Thanks Pope <3″ you replied back.

Taglist: @railmerafe @moniamaybank  @hernameisnoell @moonrisebeach @october-cameron @abbyj1822 

[snickerdoodlles]

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Give me the chaos of your mid you little hellion. Give me the au’s that are stewing away in there. Give me the angst and the fluff and the found family and the shenanigans and the love and allow me to go fucking feral as I read the brain rot.

PatPran mermaid AU. which, tbh, is as far as i've gotten for the most part. idk what the story is that accompanies this *waves hand* fic bit, but there's definitely something in there to discover

other kind of splendor (rated T, 1484w)

Pat visits his grandparents in their small coastal town in Chumphon. It's a small, charming place, where the homes and the trees are nestled close to thing strips of white sand beaches and the waters are deep blue. Pat takes the drive alone with only the radio and nostalgia for company and gets fussed over twice as much by his grandparents as soon as he arrives. On his first night there, Pat escapes after dinner and stands on a sliver of rock littered beach and lets the cold salty air wash away the city from his skin. Under the endless starry night and before the black sea dripped in silver, his stress and worries dissolve like sea foam on the shore.

In the morning, he's conscripted by his grandpa to help with home repairs and by his grandma to help her with her market run, but Pat's afternoon is all for him. He turns to the sea, just as he always does. The shore here dives away steep and quick, delightfully alien compared to the shallow sand beaches closer to home. Pat has many a fond memory of him and Paa diving as deep as they could bear, until their ears popped from the pressure and they floated free from gravity. This afternoon, Pat takes his grandma's old surfboard and paddles until his arms grow heavy. This far out, the beach is just a white scratch between the ocean and the forests, and the sea below his wiggling toes is an endless dark abyss.

It's peaceful, way out here. Pat can lay back on his board, limbs trailing through the cool waters like a balm to the warm sunlight beating down on his chest, and it feels like it's truly just him alone in the world. Storm season is a distant memory this time of year, with only the most gentle lapping waves to disturb him, and Pat drifts peacefully as time trickles by.

Pat's singing his favorite radio songs to the wind when something brushes along the sole of his foot. He yelps and yanks his feet onto his board, wobbling dangerously as his board protests his jerky movements. Pat manages to stay upright, not that it means much. The sun's sunk deep towards the horizon and its warm golden light slants across the water's surface in a golden mirror, only disturbed by the ripples flashing peeks of the deep dark abyss rising closer as the sun sinks lower. Pat thinks it was kelp that tickled him, but it's hard to tell for sure—anything else that's with him, whether that be innocent kelp or fish or something far more sinister, it well and truly hidden. Suddenly, the far distant shore is keenly missed. Pat tries peeking into his shadow to see if that might reveal anything, legs and arms still firmly tucked on his board, when a voice comes from behind him.

"You're a terrible singer."

Pat startles and whips around, rocking his board dangerously once again. A small laugh inflames Pat's ire, but all is forgotten when Pat gets a good look at his new company. A man smoothly bobs beside him, in the patch of water where the sunlight shines the brightest. His lips are curled into a bemused, close-lipped smile, and the golden light catches and gleams a fiery gold in the trails of water trickling down his skin. He's the most beautiful man Pat's ever seen, and Pat stares at him dumbly until his brain comes back online well enough to properly register what the man had said.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Pat protests hotly. The other grins meanly and Pat's nose scrunches defensively. "It's not like I'm out here trying to sing opera or something."

The man tilts his head, eyebrows faintly wrinkled as he mouths the word 'opera' to himself. This is also when the rest of Pat's brain finally catches up to him and Pat goes stiff with newfound wariness.

They are a long ways from shore. It is very, very odd for a swimmer to have swum out this far and not sound winded in the slightest. Even stranger for him to have arrived without Pat having heard his approach at all.

Pat opens his mouth, questions bursting on his tongue, but then the man opens his as well, and out comes the sweetest sound Pat's ever heard.

"Kwam rak man keu lok ti suay ngam—"

Pat blinks dazedly as the singer drifts closer. The sunlight seems brighter than it did before in a brilliant halo around them.

"That's not opera," Pat protests dumbly.

An outraged dimple flashes on the man's cheek before he goes back to singing, just as sweetly as before. "Reu bpen arai ti du chang ying yai—"

Pat doesn't realize he's put his legs back in the water until kelp tickles his leg again. The sensation jerks Pat's attention back to the golden lit water. "Hey—"

"Tao gap tongfa tao gap phukao, tao gap tale reu dtong mak kae nai—"

The song sweeps through Pat's mind like a gentle but overwhelming wave. His gaze is pulled right back to the vision bobbing alongside his board. The light shines brilliant gold around them. This close, Pat can see what he'd mistaken for water droplets on the man's chest are little scales reflecting the sunlight. The tickling sensation along his leg confirms it when the man's tail sweeps against it.

The mermaid's no longer singing Thai, but rather some strange yet sweet language that echoes like gentle tides upon the rocks and curls softly like rainfall upon water. He rises from the sea like a dream, hands outstretched to cup Pat's cheeks. His fingers are impossibly smooth and petal soft. Pat has the distant notion, in a part of his mind that feels far away as the rest of him is pulled into a trance, that he's about to be kissed.

The mermaid continues to sing to him, bobbing in the water, and Pat leans closer in millimetre increments, until his board wobbles threateningly. The mermaid's fingers trail across his jaw to tangle in the damp curls at the back of his neck. Pat can feel the mermaid's breath breeze across his cheeks as the mermaid's song reaches its peak. It's only because Pat's watching those sweet lips so close that he sees the instant the mermaid's smile turns wicked. Pat has just enough of a second to suck in a startled gasp of air before the fingers in his hair turn cruel and the mermaid yanks him into the water.

In and down they go. Air bubbles from his lips and catches in beads between them. Pat's ears pop furiously and the mermaid's tail beats against his legs as they go down and down into the dark waters below them, until Pat's lungs ache and he struggles in the mermaid's hold. Then the mermaid flips and pumps them back to the surface.

Pat bursts through the water with his head thrown back and gasping desperately for air. Water streams into his eyes which ache from the salt, and Pat clumsily treads water as he tries to wipe down his face. "Prannnnnnnnn."

Pran's laughter is the lap of small waves on beach rocks, the gentle gurgle of a stream letting out into the ocean. Pat manages to find his surfboard so he can prop one arm on it and spit out the rest of the brine he'd swallowed on their dive. His mermaid circles him like a predator, laughter ringing out across the waves all the while. His tail, shining with the deep golds, pink corals, and warning reds of a sun setting before a storm, teases the surface of the water around him.

Pat shakes the water from his hair and combs it back under Pran's hungry stare. "Aren't we a little old for this game?" he complains without ire.

Pran smiles wickedly. His teeth gleam like knives. "I can find someone else to play with, if you'd like."

Pat snaps his head around and glares. "Pran."

Pran vanishes underwater with another giggle. He's invisible from the surface, barely even a ripple to be seen. Pat doesn't dip below to find him, too eager to be prey in their game, and soon he's rewarded with a hand on his hip and Pran emerging soundlessly between Pat and his board.

Pran stares at the board before he shoves it away, turning smug when Pat scrabbles to grab hold of his shoulders instead. Pat laughs and tucks his head into the soft skin in the crook of Pran's neck, Pran effortlessly treading water for the both of them.

Pat drags his nose against Pran's cool cheek. "You playing with me, Mr. Pran?"

Pran's grip around his waist tightens and he grins, his dark eyes gleaming hungrily. "Always."

Pat laughs and claims his kiss, and his mermaid pulls them beneath the rippling waves.

[[ask me about the fic im not writing]]

[t0t4lly-n0t-z4hw4]

Can you making paddle pop x reader as married couple HCs btw childhood friend to lover you can changed it btw

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(*´∇`)ﾉ Tysm 4 the Ask!

Ok! I'll make it! Honestly, idk how to make it- I'm still at school rn, so sorry if it's too short. Anyways, like I said, I'm not that comfortable with romance, so it'll be Platonic!

Also, just to let u know : Yellow roses means friendship, & Red roses means romance.

Characters : You(Reader), Paddle Pop, Felisa.

Childhood Friendos HDCs : 1-4

Married Couple HDCs : 5-8

You, Paddle Pop & Felisa would always be playing in the forest 24/7

Paddle Pop would always gives roses to his friends. Paddle Pop would give his friends Yellow roses, but he'll always gives u the red roses. U don't really care much abt Paddle Pop always giving u red roses instead of yellow roses, untill u read what does the color of roses moans.

Paddle Pop acts weird around u. His friends claimed that he never acts like that around them, he acts weird whenever you're around.

T I C K L E S. Tickle fights 24/7.

Paddle Pop's flirty around u 24/7.

Paddle Pop did not lose his habit of giving roses to everyone, but eversince you 2 we're dating, Paddle Pop would give u the most roses +A gift.

Hugs 24/7.

The more deeper ur relationship w/ Paddle Pop, the more Paddle Pop acts wierder, dumber, & childish.

[bokettochild]

If you’re still taking requests maybe Legend showing off his outfits from Triforce Heroes (if you consider that one of his games) or just the fierce deity outfit if that’s to much

Good grief! This one really took it away! I liked the prompt so much, and had so many ideas for it, that I think this might have to be a multi-parter (wasn't expecting that).

I touched on three outfits in this one, but I have six more I might do as well. For reference, I included the Kolkiri Clothes, Linebeck's Uniform and the Cozy Parka.

I also realized while writing this that this is the first time I've written from Wind's perspective, which is positively criminal!

I am still taking requests by the way! If you want to see something, shoot it at me!

(Fic below the cut)

It started so normal, Wind never thought it would get so insane.

They were in the Old Man’s Hyrule, too far from the ranch to make it by nightfall but close enough to still be in a relatively safe location. Time had called for them to set up camp and as they were close to a stream, Twilight had called for the additional order of baths.

Watching Twilight drag his protégé into the water was almost worth having to have his head scrubbed by Sky.

Most of them had taken the chance to cool off and mess around once they were clean, and while Warriors attempted to duck Time under the water (a mistake, they soon realized, when the man easily overpowered the captain, who ended up getting dunked instead) and Wild sat in a tree watching their backs (hanging up to dry, Twilight had joked), Wind found that the rest of them were content to swim idly in the water, with only the occasional splash from one or another of them. Usually, there would be more noise, but Twilight was teaching Hyrule to doggie paddle, and they needed calmer waters so as to not scare the Traveler.

He cast his eyes over their group. A red-faced Warriors was coughing and spluttering out insults at a smug looking Time (boy he needed his picto-box), Twilight was gently coaxing Hyrule to the other bank in a manner highly resemblant of a parent urging a baby to walk, Wild was keeping watch, and Sky was relaxing in the shallows.

Where were Four and Legend?

A glance upwards and a signed conversation with Wild later and Wind was making his way upstream a way, around a bend that blocked off most of the noise but that Wild could still see over if needed, to where Four and Legend sat together one the bank.

Or rather, Legend sat, Four was floating in the shallows with a curious expression as he watched the vet- cleaning clothes?

“We’re out here having a good time and you’re doing the laundry? Boring much.” He drawled, drawing the attention of the two heroes.

“I don’t like swimming around others.” Legend scrunched up his nose in disgust, it wiggled, almost cutely. “And my things needed a wash.”

He snorted, turning his questioning gaze to Four.

The smithy shrugged. “It’s quieter over here, and Wars will try and dunk me if he gets the chance.” A heavy sigh escaped the shortest hero. “He really needs to be taken down a notch some days.”

“Some days?” Legend snorted.

Wind just rolled his eyes. So, what if Wars had a bit of an ego and spent a lot of time messing with them? It was just the way the captain expressed himself, Wind would do the same if he could get away with it and had a few inches on the others.

A flash of color in the spring caught his attention, bright pink against the soft blue of the water, and he surged forwards. “What’s that?”

Legend’s hand hit his face as the vet reached out to push him back, effectively pushing the excited child under water, and for a brief moment, Wind could swear he saw a pink skirt drifting just before his face before it disappeared and he was popping up out of the water again with a splash.

“You have pink clothes?” He grinned at the bundle of fabric in the Vet’s hands.

“I have clothes in all colors.” Legend sniffed, batting another piece of fabric at him in a shooing motion.

“Doubt.” Four and Wind deadpanned. “Nobody has that much clothing.”

Legend’s face was drawn, eyes dark with that haunted look that Time sometimes got when looking at the moon. “I do.”

Wind and Four exchanged a look. “Why would you even need so much clothing?”

“Adventure number six.” Legend sighed, returning to his washing.

Another shared glance was exchanged and the two boys swam closer to the older teen. “And you used all of it?” Legend nodded. “All by yourself?”

The vet paused. “I had some...friends, with me.”

“You have friends?” Wind sat up again, who knew the Vet actually got along with people other than Ravio and Zelda?

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, Wind, that’s kinda mean.” Four murmured.

“I don’t mean you don’t have friends,” He huffed bangs from his eyes to look at Legend better, it did nothing, they still drifted into his view and cut off his view of the top of Legend’s hat. “I mean, we’ve never seen them so I didn’t realize you were on good terms with more people than Ravio.”

Legend shrugged. “You probably won’t ever meet them, I... became acquainted with them outside of Hyrule and they’ve never been seen leaving the land where we traveled together.”

“What were their names?” Four asked lazily, eyes trailing after leaves that floated off downstream towards where the others were.

Legend’s snort caught them off guard. “You don’t want to know.”

Now that was interesting, Legend never shied away from giving names to the people he had met in his travels, what was so different about these people? He’d had nothing against telling them Ravio’s name. “Why not?” Curiosity was tickling at his just like his hair was, and it was the only thing keeping him from ducking under again to relieve the itching of slowly-drying hair.

Legend cocked a brow at the two of them. “Their names are worse than ours.”

Now Wind really wanted to know! “What were they?”

Four echoed his question, eyes glinting in the light as he stared over at the vet, who was now beginning to pack away his things again. It took some nagging (something Wind had plenty of experience with) to finally get Legend to answer, but when he did, he didn’t disappoint.

“Red, Blue and Green. A set of nut cases if you ask me.” Legend drawled, not looking at them as he stuffed something glittery and gold in his bag. Four froze, eyes flashing four colors, one after another for a moment before he turned his sharp gaze on the vet.

“Did they call you Vio by any chance?”

Wind stared. “Why would they do that? He already has a name, he wouldn’t need to match, besides, Legend doesn’t even wear purple.”

“His eyes are purple.” Four pointed out, and Wind turned to very pointedly try and see what color Legend’s eyes actually were.

They were purple.

“No, they didn’t call me Vio,” Legend rolled his eyes, pushing Wind out of his face again. “They call me Link, same as any sane person does.”

“We’re sane.” Wind protested.

“Debatable.” The two older heroes deadpanned.

Wind pouted, but let it go, gaze drifting for a moment as he let silence fall over them. Four was staring at Legend in a suspicious manner, eyes blue again, but he didn’t say anything, and the vet didn’t seem keen on saying anything either, instead getting up and walking over to the clothes he had draped across one of the trees. He wasn’t kidding, it looked like a rainbow over there.

“So, if those things belonged to your friends, why do you have them?”

“Only one with a bottomless bag.” Came the clipped reply. “That and I’m the only one who’s likely to need them again.”

“Your friends don’t need clothes?” Four balked.

“No! Of course, they do!” Legend made a face, swatting a hand at Four. “Wild’s the only one who goes around naked, I’ll have you know, and if any of them had done the same they would have been shunned by the whole kingdom.” The vet huffed, voice dropping to a mutter. “What with the fashion laws and all.”

“So, if they already have clothes of their own, what did you need all for this for?” He gestured towards the various garments that Legend was still packing away.

“They’re all enchanted, or otherwise intended for special purposes.” The vet winced. “Hopefully I’ll never need most of them again, but there’s always the chance.”

“Will we ever get to see them?” He watched as Legend stuffed another garment into one of his bags many pockets.

“Hopefully never.” Legend spat.

But when did things ever go Legend’s way?

It was a hat first.

A battle in the forest ended with black blood spattered everywhere, but with Legend and Wild having provided support from the sidelines in the form of arrows flying across the battlefield, injuries were more scarce than normal.

Of course, that could be attributed to the fact that there had only been a few of the black-blooded monsters in the camp they had just destroyed.

As most of them had gathered their weapons and wiped away the blood, Wild had come leaping down from the treetops with Legend following after at a more sedate pace. Wind wondered if that was because of the Vet’s arthritis is because of the huge hat on his head.

“Nice accessories, do some shopping while we were down here fighting?” Wars snarked, huffing a laugh at the vet as Legend’s feet touched the earth again.

Indigo blue snapped at the captain as Legend adjusted the pointed cap. “No time for that when I have you all to keep an eye on.”

Twilight sniggered. “What’s with the hat, Ledge?”

“Yeah!” Wind bounded up to the older hero, eyes wide as he looked at the strange accessory. “Where did you get that?”

“Is that one of the things you got on your last adventure?” Four mused, sparking further excitement in the sailor, if it was, than maybe Legend would actually be willing to tell them more about it!

“Yeah, is it?”

No one addressed the confused stares of the taller heroes as their three shortest members conversed.

“Yeah,” Legend lifted the hat off and brushed at its brim in a clearly fond display; if he even attempted to say anything about hating his adventure again Wind was not going to believe him, not after that smile. “A Kolkiri hat, made to aid archers and help them shoot more arrows. I don’t usually use it, but it helps when you need to take out more than one enemy at once.”

“You could just learn to shoot better.” Wild chuckled, plucking at the hats brim only to have the garment whisked out of reach by a glaring veteran.

“I can shoot well; this just helps me see better because it blocks the freaking sun.”

“Kolkiri you say?” Time mused, stepping forwards to peer at the pointed green cap.

“Sure, you didn’t just steal it off of a witch?” Wars teased.

“No witch could replicate this sort of quality,” And if there wasn’t pride in his voice than Wind would eat his boots. “Not even the finest tailors in all of Hytopia could imitate it, and they’ve tried.” Legend spun the hat in his hands before popping it back on top of his head. “Don’t know the tailor, but what I wouldn’t give to learn their tricks. Kolkiri know what they’re doing, and they do it better than most Hylian craftsmen.”

Time was smirking, and Wind really wanted to know why. “You should see the tunics they can make.”

Legend returned the smirk. “Oh, I have, I own one.”

“As do I,” Their resident old man chuckles. “Although I doubt I could fit in it any longer.”

Wind giggles, trying to imagine Time in the clothes he’s seen on the spirits of the kolkiri, it’s hard, what with how big their leader is.

“Hat might fit you though.” And as the words ring through the air, Legend is already reaching up to pull the brim of his pointed hat over Time’s face. Their leader chuckles, brushing Legend off and adjusting the hat to sit more securely on his head.

Somehow, Time looks more comfortable in the hat than he does in his armor, and even though the two clash terribly, he doesn’t seem to mind, a light smile gracing his features as they set off again.

It’s a few days before Legend brings out another item from his collection of clothes, and when he does, it’s only after the others have drifted off to sleep. Wind would have been sleeping too, but you can only stay awake so long when your mind replays the horrors of the past, and Wind can only watch in silence for so long as giant ocean-monsters attempt to destroy those he loves the most. Tetra’s scream echoes in his own cracking voice as he startles awake.

The stars shine brightly overhead, brighter still as they blur from his tears. Despite what the others might say, or the confident way he tries to convey himself, Bellum frightens him, even now, and everything he had to deal with on that adventure... it weighs heavy on his mind.

A strangles sob escapes him as he sits up to bury his head in his knees, arms wrapped tight around his legs as he tries to shake of the after-effects of the dream.

That’s all it was, after all, just a dream.

Just like the Ocean King, like Lineback, like everything else in that world had been.

It’s just a dream.

“Hey,” Legend’s voice is soft and almost lost in his sobs and the crackling of the fire, but Wind is used to listening for even the softest of sounds in the night; be it due to Aryl having a night-terror –her own dreams aren’t free from their adventure- or someone sneaking around to make trouble. “Sailor, you all good?”

It’s clear he’s not, and he knows that, so Legend really has no business asking, but at the very least he isn’t being told to stop being a baby. “’m okay.” His own voice betrays him and Wind wants to sigh in irritation. Usually, he’d pout and groan at the way his voice cracks, but right now he doesn’t have the emotional or mental strength to do anything about it.

There’s shifting from across the camp, and even though his head is still pressed against his raised knees, he sees a flicker of golden pink in the firelight as Legend crouches down before him.

Thank Hylia the vet doesn’t sit back on his ankles, Wind doesn’t want to know if he’s not wearing shorts under that skirt of his.

“None of that now, what’s eating you?” It’s a weird term, especially coming from Legend, who’s usually so clipped and professional in his speech, and Wind can’t help but huff out a short laugh.

“Nothing,” His hand dashes across his eyes, wiping the tears away, only to have more of them prick at the corners. “Go back to watch, I’m fine.”

“And Twilight is a dog person.” Legend drawls. “Look, if you have an emotional moment or whatever, you’ll be tired as shit when we have to leave in the morning. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel keen on dealing with another Sky.” It’s rough and gruff, but in a way that reminds him of Lineback rather than make him upset.

“I’m fine, just...” He dwells on his next words for a moment. He’s not scared, not really. It’s just the aftershock of a too-real dream about another too-real dream. He’s not really sad either, even if the island is gone now, he’s just... “I’m drained.” He whispers, scrubbing his eyes. “I miss everything back at home but,” He pauses, wondering briefly if Legend could even understand what he’s trying to express. “I guess I miss the things that aren’t there too.”

“Like what?” He doesn’t look up, but he knows the exact expression on Legend’s face; brow raised and mouth pulled into a thoughtful frown.

“Places... people. It’s all just dreams but..” He fiddles with the end of his blanket. “I miss the warmth of them I guess, miss the sea and the islands, even the fake ones, they were so... comforting.” He chuckles, surprising himself with the bitterness that tinges his own voice. “Even if I did spend so much of that time trying not to get killed.”

“Warmth, huh?” Legend hums. There’s a brief pause, one Wind almost takes for Legend rolling his eyes and deciding to leave him to his thoughts, but then there’s a brief rustling and something warm and thick settles over his shoulders as Legend sits at his side. “It’s no pirate uniform, but it still smells like the sea, if that helps at all.”

Wind wants to tease Legend for the sentimentality and love in the action, but when he turns to look at the Vet, his gaze falls instead on the royal blue coat that has been draped around his shoulders.

Too-long sleeves fall to fold at his waist while the rest of the long coat trails and puddles around him, rich, warm fabric blocking out the night chill. It’s a lovely coat, but it’s painfully familiar, and Wind finds himself running his fingers over the stitching and inspecting every detail with a precision that he only ever shows to his swordsmanship and sailing.

His eyes don’t fool him either, the coat is an exact copy of Lineback’s own.

“Where... where did you get this?”

“Like it?” The vet chuckles softly. “Hytopian tailors. It’s a sea-coat, made to aid traveling sailor’s in searching for treasure. Don't ask me how it works though,” A ringed hand waves lazily overhead. “I could never make sense of it all. What matters is that it’s warm, not even the ocean can chill you in that thing, and trust me,” Buck teeth and small canines shouldn’t look so chilling, but Legend’s smile is just that. “It’s tried.”

Wind decides not to push it. There’s no way Legend could know about Lineback, not with the gaps of time and timelines between them. So, instead, he nestles down into the coat, one which bears the promised scent of the sea, with just a hint of smoke and rum to it, and lets his mind drift off again while Legend hums something under his breath.

The vet doesn’t realize he’s humming any less than he realizes Wind is slumping into him, but by the time he does recognize it, Wind is out cold, his head pressed against Legend’s shoulder, the coat still draped over him as he snores softly. Legend doesn’t push down the warmth in his chest as he smiles down at the golden curls, no one will see him anyway. Gnarled fingers decked out with countless rings card through sun-bleached curls as a lilting melody pierces the silence around them, no one will hear it anyway.

In the days to come, Legend allows Wind to don the heavy sea-coat from that night. Warriors makes a comment about poor coordination between fabrics, and while Legend doesn’t seem to disagree, both of the older heroes seem of the opinion that it's for the best he holds onto it, what with the cold and all.

The last switch landed them in the mountains, and while the Hyrule they are in has not yet been confirmed, everyone knows one thing for sure: it’s cold. Wind buries his face in the raised collar of the heavy sea-coat, which, despite being in Legend’s bag for so long and the vet refusing to smoke or sail, much less swig rum, the coat smells of all three, and Wind buries a smile at the thought that maybe Legend didn’t get it new like he’d let on.

It does a good job of keeping him warm though.

He wishes he could say the same for Four.

The poor smithy refuses to be carried, but as snow whips around them as they trek through the knee-high snow, the diminutive smith is left chattering and shivering in their wake.

It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Legend has something to help with that.

Yes, the vet still isn’t wearing pants, but he doesn’t seem too poorly off, no matter how badly the others shiver. He and Wild only share a look and scoff when Warriors asks through chattering teeth how the two of them aren’t freezing.

“You should see the mountains in my Hyrule.” Wild chuckles brightly.

“Done this before, cold is cold, you get used to it.” Legend grins, swinging his fire-rod.

“N-not all of us c-can s-st-stand the c-c-cold.” Four chatters grumpily, sounding startlingly close to the minish he’s shown Wind in the past. “Jer-jerks.”

The concern on the faces of the taller heroes is obvious, but with Twilight’s teeth chattering nearly madly (the rancher's nose is somehow frozen) and Time wrapped as tight as possible in one of Wild’s extra cloaks, it’s clear most of the others don’t have warm things to spare.

They were separated in landing in this world, and even when they had all been pulling themselves together again it had become clear that there was nothing of Wild’s that could even fit the smithy, and not even the blue scarf that trails over his shoulders seems to be doing much good against the freezing winds.

“Hang on a sec.” legend huffs, already turning to rustle through his bag. The coat he pulls out is ridiculously plushy, and in a soft shade of violet that makes Four chuckle past his chattering teeth. The chattering doesn’t last for much longer though, not when shoves the garment over Four’s head like Wind has done to his sister so many times with the sweaters Granny has knit them. The smithy’s blond hair is mused beyond recognition, chunky and flying every which way as he pushes his face out of the plush, but the healthy flush to his cheeks assures the rest of them that he won’t be freezing any time soon.

“I- Oh...” Whatever Four was about to say cuts off as he looks down at himself. The coat is long, but not too long. Where Wild’s shirts would drown the smithy, a coat made for Legend only brushes against the smithy’s ankles.

Legend smirks. “It prevents slipping too.”

“Why aren’t you wearing it then?” Hyrule questions, the Traveler’s cheeks are rosy in the cold, but borrowed clothes from Wild, while also too big, seem to be keeping him warmer.

Legend winces. “It’s a pain to get off.”

“And inconvenience is enough reason to freeze?”

“Do I look cold to you, captain?” Legend snarks, turning an expectant look on Warriors. “Because I certainly don’t feel it.”

“Stop rubbing it in.” The captain huffs, unfortunately too big to borrow from the others, and now highly irritable from the cold. His scarf is still on Four, and if what Legend says is right about the coat, Wars won’t be getting it back for a while, leaving the poor captain to shiver as he clings to another fire-rod.

Four seems comfy enough anyway.

[trashyswitch]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ AZ Here!

I saw your latest FNAF SB Tickles Fic, and i just came here to say that it was SO GOOD!!! WORTH READING IT!!!

That Fic made me felt flustered for a lil' bit DEFINETLY NOT making me felt flustered enough for me to imagine fake tickly scenarios about Paddle Pop

Overall, IT'S SO GOOD!!! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!

Love, ~AZ

Hi Az!! Nice to talk to you again! I’m doing good. Struggling a bit with being tired, but that’s typical. It happens everyday. I get so tired I start falling asleep on the spot. It usually happens around 1pm and lasts till 3pm or 5pm. I’m trying to get some help for it, because I need to be able to work without falling asleep on the job. And for the record, I am getting plenty of sleep at night.

Anyway, how have you been?

[angstyaches]

Ooooh you have a delicious writing style- it's so descriptive! I'm afraid I'm quite new so don't know your characters much yet, but if this scenario could fit I bet you'd write it amazingly! Perhaps Character A is down on their luck, longterm or short-term wise, and is walking through town, having not eaten since the morning prior. Suddenly a store window catches their eye, displaying all sorts of amazing baked goods or meat cuts, and they can't help but stare while their hunger pains have them wincing openly. Character B notices them staring before Character A even realises what they're doing.

Agh, what a beautiful prompt. I think this is actually the first hunger fic I've written on request, so thank you, anon! I hope it’s okay that I used fancy pizza; I really wanted to use Payton for this and pizza is one of the few foods they would genuinely go weak over.

Pre-Payton and Autumn Getting Together

CW: hunger, hunger pangs, stomach noises, mentions of character unable to afford (decent) food, stress, overwork (it's Payton, what did we expect?), food mention

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Payton sighed as they felt the drizzle start to fall around them. They stepped under a deserted bus shelter and stared out, wondering if the rain was going to get worse before it cleared up.

It was a fitting end to the day – or rather, the week – they’d been having. They couldn’t wait to get home and take off the stifling shirt they’d worn to a job interview that morning and then worn all the way through their shift at the café. They just wanted soft clothes and their bed and maybe a podcast to fall asleep to.

It all seemed so far away still, their energy sapping by the second and leaving them stranded five minutes away from the tram stop. Their feet stopped moving, rooting them to the pale grey concrete.

A gorgeous smell turned their head. Frantic interview prep, snooty employers, and stuffy clothes all faded from Payton’s mind. They were stopped across the street from the city’s most expensive food store. Built into a complex from the late 1800s, it was the kind of place where a sandwich cost €12. The kind of place that sold imported goods and “foodstuffs”.

An elaborate window was positioned behind the delicatessen section of the shop, where a chef was artfully piecing together a pizza on top of a copper paddle while another sat in a brick oven. The smell of the crisping dough must have been piped out deliberately onto the street, to entice those with money to burn, and to tease those without.

Payton fell into the latter category lately. With all the time they’d been spending on interview prep and assignments, they’d been taking shorter shifts at the café. Rent was going to clean them out this month. Today’s shift hadn’t even been long enough to warrant a full lunch break; they’d only taken fifteen minutes, and had spent thirteen of them taking a nap at the break room table.

Only now did they feel the twists of hunger in their stomach, the shakiness in their legs. Payton didn’t even realise that they had edged closer to the bus stop so they could sit down on the bench, one hand resting on their belly. Their stomach hurt, and it really was no wonder when they thought about it.

The last thing they’d eaten had been a bowl of cereal at seven a.m., the same cereal they were planning to have for dinner when they got home.

Payton’s stomach groaned unhappily at the prospect, and Payton groaned too; I’m right there with you, they thought miserably, rubbing at their stomach and continuing to watch the pizza chef through the window.

They didn’t know how long they grimaced and gazed across the street before they were interrupted.

“Payton? Hi!”

Payton jumped, head snapping up to see who’d said their name, and their heart skipped a beat.

A navy polka-dot umbrella sat over her shoulder. She was wearing tight leggings and an oversized sweater, her shoulder-length hair thrown into a lazy side-bun. She was wearing no makeup and looked a little sweaty, like she was heading home from the gym or dance practice.

She was a sight to behold, as always, even as she fumbled with her umbrella.

“H-hey,” Payton stammered, stumbling to their feet and trying to appear as though they weren’t so light-headed they were seeing stars.

Autumn glanced across the street, her eyes lingering there for a moment. “Uh, you don’t take this bus, do you?”

“I – no,” Payton admitted, glancing at the timetable and list of stops. “I was just sitting. Long day. Spaced out a bit.”

“Yeah, I could see that,” Autumn said, glancing across the street again. She let out a little laugh, though she seemed to consider holding it in for a moment. “I thought you were going to start drooling.”

“What?”

“The fancy pizzas.”

Payton’s heart dropped. Their face was feeling hot under their bangs. “Oh, I, uh, I didn’t even realise I was… staring.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! I watch them all the time when I’m waiting for the bus,” Autumn laughed.

Payton still blushed deeply, since they’d had no reason to sit down at the bus stop except to stare through the shop window. They were suddenly hyper-aware of their hand resting on their belly. They felt their stomach quiver under their palm, a low growl working its way through.

“You doing okay?” Autumn sat down on the bench, nodding for Payton to join her. She didn’t seem to hear the complaint from Payton’s belly. “Feels like forever since we last talked.”

“Y-yeah, sure does,” Payton half-laughed. Their shaky legs and dizzy head were thankful for the relief as they sank back down, leaving what they hoped was a healthy number of inches between the two of them. “I’ve been, um… I’m okay? I think. And – and you?”

“I’m actually… I’m great,” Autumn grinned, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I, um, I just found out today that I’m going to be Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors.”

“Are you serious?” Payton smiled, their mood genuinely lifting a bit at the sight of Autumn’s proud, shy little smile.

They often envied her for her absolute passion for musicals and acting, since they were failing so spectacularly at finding their place in the film world, but right then Payton was happy just knowing she was happy.

“Yeah! I still can’t really believe it.”

“I can.” Payton extended a long arm to pull Autumn towards them. “You’re brilliant.”

“Agh – ew, P, you don’t want to hug me!” she laughed, pulling her shoulders up tightly. “I’m all sweaty and damp!”

“I don’t care!” Payton wrapped their arms around her and pulled her close, so that their cheeks were just inches apart. “Your news deserves a hug.”

Autumn gave a deep, happy sigh as she leaned into the hug, probably unaware of the fact that the contact was setting Payton’s heart racing. It almost felt selfish, holding her like this when they were clearly getting more out of it than she was. They went to remove their arms from her, their chest fluttering as she buried her face deeper in their shoulder and kept her arms firmly around their waist.

It was lovely.

And yet, for the first time in a while, Payton felt a pang of loneliness, their core aching with the knowledge that they couldn’t hold her like this all the time. Deep in their bones, Payton wanted to kiss her hair, tickle her sides, and whisper happy little declarations of affection in her ear.

They didn’t whisper anything to her, though. They didn’t say anything as they held her. But their empty stomach was still twisting itself into shapes, and it clearly didn’t get the memo on holding Autumn quietly. A sharp growl had Payton wincing and trying to clear their throat (to cover up the noise) all in the same breath.

“Whoa, is that your stomach?” Autumn asked, lifting her head from Payton’s shoulder.

Payton’s body stiffened. “It… might be.”

“Are you okay? You must be starving.”

“I’m… Yeah.” Payton swallowed hard, letting a hand rest on their belly again.

Autumn moved back to give them some space. She was staring like she expected an explanation, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed. Payton’s stomach rumbled under their hand again, bringing a twist of pain, and they didn’t know if they wanted to laugh or to cry.

“I guess I haven’t been taking care of myself too well.” They flinched again at the crack in their own voice.

Lifting her umbrella from where it had been resting against her leg, Autumn got to her feet. “Come on.”

Payton looked up at her, blinking behind their bangs. Exhaustion weighted them to the bench. “Come on where?”

A little hum escaped Autumn’s throat as she jerked her head. Her umbrella popped open and she stepped out of the bus shelter. The rain pattered against the fabric, a little heavier than it had been before.

“We’re gonna go eat pizza. Not – not there,” she clarified, gesturing towards the expensive deli. “I was thinking top floor of the Greene Centre. They sell by the slice and it’s super cheap.”

Payton swallowed again, guilt piling itself on top of the embarrassment. They felt as though they’d somehow coerced Autumn into offering to buy dinner, and the thought made them physically shudder. They got to their feet and moved a little closer to Autumn so she could hear them.

“I probably still can’t afford it,” they mumbled, staring at the ground.

“It’ll be my treat today, okay? You can pay me back by letting me ramble about my show.”

Payton gave her a shaky smile. “Are you sure?”

“Hundred percent.” That shy smile crossed Autumn’s face again. “It’s gonna sound weird, but when I found out I got the part… You were the first person I wanted to tell, Payton.”

“I... Really?” As they chewed their lip, a deep rumble came from Payton’s tummy. They frowned and folded their arms around it, noticing how Autumn's gaze drifted towards it too.

"Come on, I can't listen to your poor belly complain anymore." She lifted her umbrella a little higher with one hand – Payton was a few inches taller than her – and stuck out her elbow for Payton to link their arm through hers. “Shall we go?”

[p4lparker]

A Touch Of Lips

Birds twittered outside the window, and sunlight leaked through the slits in your blind. You could feel the warm body underneath you. Head resting on a chest which rose and fell peacefully, you tilted your head up, hands coming to rest underneath your chin as you stared at the blonde. His face was so peaceful, still marred with painful looking bruises and cuts; his eyes covered from you in sleep, but his mouth was quirked slightly a smile painted on them even in unconsciousness, his lips looking so inviting that you couldn’t restrain yourself. You pushed up on your hands on his chest and placed a gentle kiss upon him. It was only supposed to be a peck, but when he began to respond it soon turned into a lazy series of smooches.

“Well that’s an amazing way to wake up..” JJ whispered against your lips, not wishing to part from you for too long, you both were smiling into the kisses. You shuffled off of him slightly, wrapping you arms around his middle and snuggling into him, as your arms rearranged around him you brushed against his lower body- feeling his hardness against you made you blush madly at the memory of last night. You could remember the way he felt in your hands and the desperate noises he whimpered out as you pushed him closer to his release. As the hay images flittered across your mind’s eye you felt a rush of heat flow through you and settle in between your legs. JJ stiffened at the brief contact, the slightest brush of hands or lips and it sent him in to a bubble of lust. His lips moving more furiously over your own- hands ventured along bodies- whispered moans filled the heady air surrounding you both. Until there was a knock on your bedroom door, you pulled away from JJ quickly, rolling to the side and off him before pushing him off the bed as the door opened to reveal your father.

“Morning sweetheart..” He smiled, his eyes caught on the black boots at the foot of your bed and cargo shorts. He rolled his eyes and wiped a hand over his face tiredly. “Morning JJ or John B.. “ Your Dad kind of growled out; it wasn’t that he disliked the boys, he just didn’t take kindly to the fact that she was either sharing a bed in with one of them in the chateau or one of them was crawling in to her bed here, and no father wants his little girl sharing a bed with horny teenage boys.

“Breakfast is in the kitchen, I have to go to the station and don’t know what time I’ll be back later so I’ll see you when I see you sweetheart..” Your dad smiled at you softly, which you returned meekly, as JJ’s head popped up from the floor and peered at your dad stood in the doorway. You dad shook his head as JJ tried to not look to embarrassed at being caught out.

“And you… Get clothes on and get outta my daughters bed… You better not have defiled her Maybank or I swear to god..” He pointed a finger at the blond who flinched at the threatening voice.

“DAD! Get out! Go to work!” You cut your father off, mortification racing through your system quickly. You covered your face in your hands, you couldn’t tell if the room was hot or if your embarrassment was burning you alive from the inside out. You could hear your Dad grumbled as he closed the door and slam around the house before leaving for the day. The engine of the cruiser coming to life outside and driving away- but the shame unfortunately didn’t follow. The bed bounced as JJ jumped up on it, pulling you so you could bury your face in his warm chest instead of your hands.

“Has the ground swallowed us up yet?” You whispered and JJ just chuckled dropping a kiss to the top of your head and letting his hands rub up and down your back soothingly.

“Hey, at least we’re both kinda dressed and he didn’t walk in like ten minutes later.. cause then I think we’d all need therapy..” He laughed, your head flying up to stare at him mouth open and cheeks aflame. Your hands left his waist and felt for the pillow behind you before flumping him in the face with it. He sat and stared at you shocked. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open before grinning madly at you and reaching for his own pillow. And thus began “..the pillow fight to end all pillow fights” as JJ had dubbed it, the two of you running around the room wafting pillows at each other, laughing wildly as you both made contact. You were both to enthralled with whacking each other with pillows you didn’t notice John B crawling through the open window, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and toss you onto the bed- a scream leaving your lips as JJ howled louder with laughter. You looked to your assailant and threw a pillow at him.

“You scared the shit outta me John B!” You crowed, before joining in laughing with your boys. The fight soon became an all out battle, unfair for you as you were being pummelled by the pair of them- your laughter was raucous and loud, and it continued until the two boys collapsed on the bed beside you worn out and breathing as heavily as you were. You all laid together, the boys entwined around you- trying to calm your hearts and guffaws of laughter to chortles, you swept your hair from your face with a huff before realising the contentedness that encapsulated you. You were happy here- buried between your boys, having ridiculous frivolous fun, them entwined around you happily, both just being there. You looked to JJ and waited for his merry blue eyes to find you, you stroked a hand over his face, you then looked to John B and grinned at his tan, freckled face and let your finger poke his cheek. The two leaned in and pecked each of your cheeks, causing you smile to widen into a grin that nearly split your face.

“I heard there is going to be a killer storm in the next couple of days so the swell is going to be immense.. So I was thinking we grab our boards and make the most of it before the tourons ruin our beach?” John B stated, as his fingers found your own and they began to wiggle play with the appendages. His calloused tips tracing over your own and around your palm and wrist- tickling the delicate skin there- you looked to JJ who just grinned, and so it was decided that was what the three of you would do. You patted John B’s stomach and moved to stand from the bed, JJ pinched your side playfully as you moved making you yelp. You collected the abandoned pillows from the floor and tossed them back onto the bed with the boys; they groaned at the impacts but laughed along regardless. You moved around the room; searching through drawers for a fresh bikini, you couldn’t decide between the yellow or pink one, holding part of both suits in your hand thoughtfully.

“Yellow..” JJ murmured from behind, you looked to him over your shoulder- watching as John B nodded emphatically. You smiled lightly and put the pink one back- then moved to your closet and collected some shorts and a t-shirt before turning back to the boys and gesturing for them to leave. They both just stared at you not understanding the issue, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Dude, leave so I can change..” You stated exasperatedly, the boys fumbled to get up and leave you to do as you said. You got yourself ready and piled your hair into a messy bun on top of your head as you tugged on the bandeau bikini and other clothes, you slipped your feet into your sandals and ventured out to the boys- grabbing one of each of their hands and pulling them behind you to the kitchen. You shoved a cooler into John B’s arms and began whirling around the kitchen making sandwiches and collecting soda’s and beers before popping them into the cooler. JJ helped pass you things and close cupboards etc as you whizzed around. When you were closing the lid to the cooler, you pushed John B to the front door and JJ jogged to grab your board from the back porch, the three of you venturing out to the Twinkie- and the moment you stepped foot out the door, the sun began slamming its heat into you. You all settle into the van and set off for the beach; you had raced JJ to try and get shotgun, but the blonde had won, and now you sat in the back of the bus, head propped between the two as John B concentrated on the roads which were beginning to become busy with summer-fun-seekers and JJ concentrated on slipping a new juul cartridge into the pen before breathing it in. He held it to your lips, letting you take a hit and smiling as you took it like a champ.

The ride to the beach was filled with tunes and chatter- and before you knew it you were pulling to a stop in a parking space and the three of you sprung from the van, you tugged the cooler with you as you hopped out. JJ had already climbed up onto the roof of the Twinkie and was handing the boards down to John B, once JJ was back on the ground and not precariously leaning half off the roof; you all jogged down to the sandy beach. The air was warm, and the breeze was gentle- it was a glorious summer’s day, but the ominous black clouds pulling themselves from the horizon slowly told you the waves today would be sick. You all ran close to the shore line; spreading out a couple of towels and propping the cooler between them; you watched as the boys stripped off their shirts and shoes, you eyes watching their movements making your mouth go dry, as they stood before you in all of their tan gloriousness. You mind quickly reminding you how those taut muscles felt under your hands and the palms of them tingled.

“See something you like Y/N?” JJ asked teasingly, his face donning a grin fit for the devil himself, John B stood beside him- equally as taunting. You huffed as the flush ran through your body- you’d been caught ogling them, and you couldn’t even play it off. You ignored the comment with a sniff, and proceeded to tug of your shirt and shorts- feeling their eyes on you, you raised a brow before turning to your board- grabbing it and jogging off to the water. Wading your way into the cold waves you stood and let your body regulate to the temperature before sliding onto your board and paddling out to wait for a wave. The boys followed close behind, the three of you floating on your boards as you waited for the waves to begin roiling. The wind picked up as the sky began to darken; you turned your gaze to the once busy shoreline, and watched as the masses began to pack up their belongings and flee the sand as the first few drops of rain splattered onto them, you tilted your head to the sky and let the rain drizzle onto you. As the waves began to get more wild, you waited and began paddling back to shore- the crashing wave chasing you down, when it was upon you- you leaped up to your feet keeping low to keep your balance as you felt the wave take you. Arms out to the sides to keep your balance, you swayed your body with the waters movement below- cutting turns and twists into the wave. Letting out a whoop of joy as you rode the wave for as long as possible before the swell dumped your body in the water below. The boys followed your lead and began chasing and riding their own waves.

You stayed in the water for as long as you could- before your skin was beginning to turn blue from the pouring rain and the freezing ocean. The heavens had opened and the rain poured over you all, but it didn’t stop your laughter or joy. You let the waves push you further into the shore, sliding off your board and wading through the knee deep water until you were able to collapse on the soggy sand- waves lapping at your feet. John B followed you out, dumping his board next to yours before sitting behind you; his wet chest to your goose bump covered back, legs either side of your own, arms locking around your shoulders, face nuzzling into your neck- the both of you watching JJ surf more waves, he was the better surfer out of the three of you. John B brushed his hair back with on of his hands before reaching round and pulling your face towards him and kissing you gently. He smiled into the kiss, before swaying the two of you to an unheard song. He pulled away and pecked the tip of your nose making you giggle- the rain still poured over the pair of you, both watching and whooping as JJ showed off his skills. You sighed happily and leaned against John B’s chest, resting your hands around his forearms- both watching on as the waves became more and more wild, when JJ was dumped from a wave for the fifth time in a row he decided to make his way back to shore to you both. As soon as his foot stepped back on soggy sand, sinking in slightly- thunder cracked and lightening flashed over head. You felt your heart start at the surprising noise- your breathing gasping as you flinched further into John B’s chest. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss to your wet crown before tugging you up- reaching for both of your boards as you collected the cooler and your soggy clothes. You all ran to the van- you diving inside the back of it and wrapping a blanket around your shivering frame, after hoisting the boards back into place on the roof, JJ joined you. Slithering into the blanket with you and wrapping himself around you, as you both shivered together. John B jumped into the cab, starting her up- shaking his long curly hair from his face like a dog before urging her out of the parking spot and down the much quieter roads.

The storm was becoming more violent outside, thunder crashing and lightening flashing more frequently, you could all feel the wind push against the sides of the Twinkie as John B steered her down the familiar path to JJ’s dwelling. As you neared the house you could feel JJ stiffen behind you, and it had nothing to do with him being cold- it wasn’t a home, it could never be called that. A home was filled with love, not terror. The chateau was home, with you and John B- and as he pulled into the dirt track drive you all breathed a sigh of relief as it was empty. Meaning the elder Maybank was working so JJ would have some peace and safety for the night. JJ kissed your cheek laughing as John B raised a brow and pointed to his own, before leaning forwards and dropping a kiss on the brunettes cheek also- he grabbed his gear and an to the door, waving wildly at the pair of you before disappearing behind the door. You slide yourself forwards and clambered into the passengers seat next to John B who began the drive back home. One hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh- covered with goose bumps, he turned up the heat and tried to get the radio to play, but the storm interfered with the signal. The music being drowned out by whitenoise and crackling- as the monster of a storm raged outside. You noticed visibility out the windshield was getting worse, and it made you wonder how John B was able to even see.

Thunder bellowed overhead, and John B swerved to the side of the road; a gasp and a yell leaving you both at the sudden movement. And then pained groans as the Twinkie dipped over the shoulder of the road- lurching you both forwards uncomfortably, you continued to roll forwards until John B remembered to slam the breaks on. The jarring impact of you stopping flung you back against your seat. John B lifted his hands from the wheel and looked over you with worried eyes. When he was sure you weren’t harmed in any way, he wrangled the bus into park and switched her off. You couldn’t see through the wind screen; the rain was coming down in thick sheets. The clashes of thunder were coming every other second and rumbling so loudly within your chest it felt as if your heart stopped beating regularly.

“I can’t drive in this! It’s not safe… looks like we’re camping out here for a while ‘till she passes…” John B called to you, trying to be heard over the cacophony just outside. You nodded and moved to the back of the Twinkie, he followed; the two of you piling all of the blankets and pillows back there in to some sort of comfort, it was like building a fort. Once you were content that it would be comfortable, you flopped yourself down into the blankets, making grabby hands at John B until he laid next to you. You giggled as he snuggled in wrapping himself around you like a blanket himself. He reached one hand from you to your phone- abandoned on the floor, scrolling through it until he found your music, he chose a playlist and let it play aloud. The then switched out of the app and opened up the camera one; holding the phone to face you both, he pushed his face against your own until his lips were pressing into your cheek. He snapped the pic, the tell-tale shutter sound shielding the music momentarily- before moving his lips to cover your own, in a gentle kiss. Again the shutter sound echoed, and you laughed at his cheesiness. But let him have his mini photoshoot all the same. Secretly enjoying every moment as your heart swelled and a warm, fuzzy feeling settled within your stomach. When he was happy he’d captured the moment well enough, he let the music play and let your phone rest near your heads. He let his eyes close and laid on his back before snuggling your head to rest on his chest, you laughed, leaning up and pecked at his cheek before settling back on him once more.

The wind howled around you, the rain pattering down quickly and never-ending upon the roof above, thunder booming making it feel like it was shaking your very being and lightening flickering, lighting up John B’s peaceful face in a darkly beautiful way. He had his eyes closed still, but his lips quirked.

“You’re staring…” He whispered, turning his face to you, before opening his dark eyes and staring back at you. You just smiled gently back at him and he let a huff of air pass through his nose- almost like a laugh. You could feel yourself relax and your breathing slow, and sleep was calling to you both, dragging you towards it peacefully. Until a particularly loud burst of thunder ripped through the sky, making a yelp leave you as you clung to John B.

“Hey, you’re okay.. I got you..” he murmured, one of his hands raising from your waist to tilt your face up towards him- he then leaned down and kissed you. Trying to let his lips calm you, but as his supple lips met yours, and his tongue swept along your bottom lip- they did the exact opposite. The gentle kiss became the spark that ignited flames within you, and his gentle hands smoothing over your skin only coaxed them into an inferno. You manoeuvred yourself to hover above his lips, legs straddling his waist- one of your arms supporting you, the other resting against the side of his face as his lips danced with your own, you pulled away slightly and his pouted lips followed you- making you giggle before meeting him again and kissing him with fervour. You opened your mouth and let your teeth nip into his plump bottom lip, making him groan as he opened his mouth and let your tongue in. You explored his mouth, tongue stroking against his. Hands began to wander, his large ones cupping around your bikini clad backside and squeezed- pulling you closer to him, moving you back and forth on him. You could feel him, and from what you could feel he was feeling the heat all the same- your bottoms becoming damp as your arousal settled there. Your ground yourself on him- languidly, this whole entanglement was leisurely and passionate. His fingers trailed up you back and tugged at the material covering your chest from him- you leaned away and pulled the bandeau top up and over your body and head. As more skin was revealed his eyes marvelled at you, focusing solely on you, taking a mental photograph- memorising the ethereal way your skin glowed in the striking lightening. His hands moved slowly ghosting over your soft skin and cupping your breasts, thumbs moving over your hardened nipples and toying with them gently, the moan slipping from you made his pupils blow and mouth drop open.

You lunged forward again and captured his mouth- kissing again, his lips always welcoming. You hands venturing down his body, tracing over his abs- feeling them contract under your palms- then lower to palm his growing hardness. He stiffened and whined at the contact; the storm outside almost drowning his noises out, you fingers fumbled with the waist band, tugging until he got the message. You pulled back and helped him push his shorts off his body, when he was free you scanned your eyes over him. He was different to JJ, not bigger, not smaller- just different but non-the-less pleasing. Your mouth went dry as you saw the blushing head leaking pre-cum. You let the pads of your fingers trace over it and spread it around, lifting it to your mouth and suckling the taste of him from the tips. You had to fight the urge to go back for more. And John B jut watched you eyebrows so high in his hairline you wondered off-handedly if they would ever return to their usual place. His mouth was wide in an O shape, but no sound escaped him, but he could’ve watched that image of you on a loop in his mind until the end of his days; as he was positive nothing would ever be that enticing. That sexy. You licked your hand thoroughly before letting it wander along his shaft- his head falling back against the floor of the Twinkie with a thump. You let your hand squeeze and run along him building up a smooth pace; not too fast or too slow, and he seemed to appreciate it, if the moans leaving his plush lips were anything to go off. You pressed kisses against any flesh your could; nibling and sucking your mark into his left pec. Smiling at the blossoming bruise that formed- you watched as he was lost in the throes of ecstasy.

You moved your lips down his body kissing and licking against the tan skin, soon enough your face was where your hand was working him. You don’t know what made you do it, but your mind couldn’t keep up with your body- as you surged forwards and let your lips meet the blush head of him. He was lost in the sensation, until he felt something new but not unwelcome- his head popping up and staring at you eyes wide- brows furrowed. You were looking at him for his reaction, and you weren’t disappointed, the look on his face spurred you on, as you wracked your brain for anything you could remember from watching porn. You tentatively opened your lips and left open kisses on the tip.

“F-f-f-uuuuck!” john B whispered, his hands pushing his hair from his face. His response pushed you on. Your mouth opened and took him inside, you bobbed your head down as far as you could before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking on him. You watched him from beneath you lashes, his hands were fisted in his curly locks and tugging at the ends of the strands and his face was screwed up beautifully in pleasure. You moved slowly, taking him in and out of your warmth- moving your wet hand over the parts of him you couldn’t fit into your mouth. His moans made you hum in appreciation- you picked up the pace slightly and pushed him further into the confines of pleasure. And he was so close, so, so close to that delicious release- he wasn’t lasting long, especially when you swiped your tongue over him teasingly as you gained confidence. As he could feel the familiar tightening in his stomach, he tried to let you know to pull away. When his frantic hands tapped at your shoulder you pulled back- he sighed out and took himself in his hand and pumped himself quickly.

“mm gonna cum..” He grunted out as he pumped his hand quicker until spurts of white coated his hand and some landed on your chest. His eyes couldn’t decide whether to screw shut tightly or stare at you wide eyed. He was wrong, this was the most beautiful and sexy thing he’d seen; you covered in him. Once he had ridden out the aftershocks of his release he lunged towards you and kissed you furiously, passionately- his lips slowing until it became more his more familiar languid style. His fingers found their way to your bottoms and began to stroke you over the material. Before slipping underneath- you moved your hips against his hand and tried to gain more friction; chasing your elusive high. John B began shifting his weight until he could roll you beneath him; his hand slipping from the front of your bottoms to the sides and began to tug them down. Once you were bare for him his fingers returned to our most sensitive area- and yours began their exploration of him once more you could feel him begin to harden again, as you both teased eachother. Lips fused in a never ending kiss. You lifted your legs, and began to wrap them around his hips, dragging him towards you. His fingers working you to your end swiftly- pads of his fingers circling and drawing figure eights on your clit, your peak came and you rose with it moaning out loudly at the sensation. He pulled his lips from you, your eyes focusing on his features he looked directly into your eyes, panting slightly.

“Wait!” You gasped out, as your mind began to clear- the look on John B’s face surprised you, you had expected disappointment, not the gentle smile he was sporting. He nodded, not needing an explanation- he pulled his hands from your core, licking your taste from them before rolling off of you. He pressed his lips against yours lazily and kissed you- the way you were beginning to love. He tugged you to rest against his chest once more, pulling blankets around you both as you snuggled toget

[intu-witch-tion]

You’re An Asshole, Javier Peña {Ch. 6}

Summary: You and Javier try to strike up a balance after the events of the party have left you both feeling out of sorts. Javier surprises you with lots of stuff and things, because words always seem to fail him. He takes you on a date(?!) and the tables turn as you try to take control in the bedroom.

Word Count: 8.2k (fuck, my bad.)

Warnings: Really, really soft!Javier, Javier’s love language is gift giving (?!), general teasing, a bit of angst, lots of fluff, FEELSFEELSFEELSWTF, dominance/switch energy, mention of a daddy kink, brat taming, BDSM with a crop and a paddle. (Probably other shit. Sorry it’s long winded. I got a little lost in it.)

You woke to the ethereal slender fingers of sunlight stretching through the curtains. Javi’s bedroom always had a warm, yellow cast in the morning that was comforting as you succumbed to wakefulness. You felt the prying heat of Javier’s legs tangled between yours, the tops of his feet tucked beneath your toes in a closeness that is often taken for granted. But not for you. This man, who held the fury of Mars in his pocket, was soft and yielding with you. You traced your foot up his calf and smiled as you felt the bristling tickle of his mustache against your shoulder. He said nothing, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you tight against his chest. He continued sprinkling kisses over your neck as you locked your fingers with his and tucked his hand between your breasts, hugging it like a child would a teddy bear.

“Buenos dias, querida.” He finally cooed, his voice lacking in inflection and a bit scratchy from sleep. You turned to him, eyes darting over his drowsy face. He looked back at you through languid half-lids, his hair mussed wildly as if he had slept with his head in a cardboard box. The morning light crept through the slit in the curtains and dashed over his face in a slim, golden streak, revealing the 5 o’clock shadow on his cheeks that had grown during sleep. You liked this Javi. The softness of his chiseled features as the grip of slumber slowly released him and morning eased him into consciousness.

You studied him, the curve of his nose that you loved so much, the way his eyes pinched into almonds as he squinted and pulled his face from the intrusive tear of sunlight. “Good morning, mi amor.” You whispered after much consideration, loving the way he admired you in turn. He blinked at you for another second before reaching behind him for a cigarette on the bedside table, lighting it mindlessly. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, a deep inhale pulling against the filter. You realized in this moment that you were both still stark naked from the night before. Your eyes jumped over his naturally tanned skin, admiring the uneven ripples of his stomach as he lay slumped against the headboard. Your mind got lost when your gaze swept over that dark patch of curls between his legs, his cock only partially flaccid.

Without hesitation, you rolled your naked body onto his, feeling his dark pubic hair titillating the lips of your pussy. He watched you, cigarette hanging idly off his bottom lip, a long clump of ash threatening to fall and singe his chest. His own eyes had been drifting intently over your bare body, the cigarette in his mouth all but forgotten. You took it between your fingers, careful not to jostle it and disturb the orange glow of ash at the end. You placed it gently in the ashtray and rolled your hips down, rubbing against his shaft in a lazy, teasing movement. He groaned as his hands slid up your thighs. You could feel him swelling beneath you and his fingers curled, nails digging faint crescent-moons into your flesh.

His cock, laying somewhat limp only seconds ago, was now erect like a rocket and ready to jettison into you. You sat up on your knees, prepared to take him down to the hilt when he pulled his lips to your chest, kissing you sweetly. “As much as I would love to do this right now, querida,” he kissed you again, his facial hair scratching the top of your breasts in the best way, “We have a lot to do today. I’ll be up to my nuts in reports over that fucking party last night.” You threw him a playful pout, your bottom lip drooping over your chin as you relaxed yourself down in his lap, disappointed. A faint smirk donned his visage and he took your lip between his teeth, nibbling softly before ghosting them over your chin and sealing the action with a kiss. He popped your ass with both hands. “Up, princesa.” He demanded, his voice stern but kind. You whined, flopping onto the bed, your hair falling listlessly over the pillow and across your face. He brushed a strand from your eyes and looked over your naked form one more time before forcing himself out of bed.

You watched him pull on a pair of jeans from the dresser drawer. “I’m going to make some coffee.” He stated plainly, as he arched himself into his pants and buttoned them. You sighed, knowing he was right about the work you had ahead of you today. The party last night had proven to be what anyone would consider a success. The pertinent bad guys either dead or in custody. You couldn’t ask for much better as far as a job well done. But that irksome memory was etched painfully in your mind. Javier taking that bullet. Those few moments you had existed alone in a world where you believed him to be dead. You gulped, the sides of your throat seizing up at the recollection.

You rolled out of bed, rummaging through Javier’s dresser, and pulling out a t-shirt. You slipped it over your head, acknowledging the mess throughout the room from the chaos of last night. Walking into the bathroom, you took a brush to your hair. You scrutinized the clothes strewn about the floor. Your dress pooled in a wilted blue puddle at your feet, tattered and lifeless. The sequins glittered beneath the stale bathroom light as if to mock you. Javi’s white dress shirt was flung not far from it. The articles of clothing resembled that of a tired battlefield, wounded and unresponsive.

Javier whistled softly from the kitchen, some undiscernible tune, and you were immediately yanked from your somber thoughts. He sounded happy. And despite what happened last night, the trauma and the uncertainty of where this so-called relationship was headed, you supposed you were happy too.  

As Javier managed his way through making a pot of joe, you took it upon yourself to tidy things up a bit. You started in the bedroom, gathering your belongings, and cramming them back into your duffle bag. You needed something to wear if you were to go into the office today. Javier would have to bring you home on his way into the station. You figured it was probably best that you weren’t seen walking in together anyways.

You made your way back into the bathroom, scooping up the ruined clothes from the floor. You walked into the kitchen just in time to see Javier reaching into the cabinet for a couple of coffee mugs. You loved when he walked around shirtless, the muscles in his back rippling as he stretched upwards. You bit your bottom lip, your fingers squeezing the clothes in your hand as you watched him. He turned to see you and you did your best to make it seem as though you had not been creeping on him from the hallway. He eyed you with suspicion, the corner of his lips curling slightly. “Coffee?” He asked you simply, and you nodded, kneading your fingers tighter into the white fabric of Javi’s dress shirt.

“I’m sorry about your nice shirt.” You said, your tone apologetic and kind. Javier filled a plain ceramic mug with coffee and handed it to you. You knew better than to ask for cream or sugar. If you drank coffee in this house, it was black or not at all. You blew on the surface and watched as he poured a cup for himself. “Eh. It was Steve’s shirt anyways.” He said into his cup, his mustached lip crested over the edge of the mug as he took a generous swig, unphased by the heat of the beverage as it crashed into his mouth.

You opened the trash can, tossing his (well, Steve’s) shirt and your blue dress inside and closing the lid. Javi watched you closely, a strange expression stitching his features. He hated your dress got ruined and seemed to grieve over it as much as you did. You leaned against the fridge, sipping your coffee, and looked over at Javier who stood with his hip against the counter.

“You do know everyone saw me kiss you last night.” He blurted before taking another sip, the words spilling from his lips as though he could contain them no longer. Your eyes shot up, unsure of how to respond. He raised an eyebrow in your direction, and you stared down into your coffee, the steam heating your face in damp wisps. You hadn’t given it any thought at the time. You were tied to a chair. Javier, risen from the dead, cut you free and took you into his arms. Kissing him only felt like the most natural thing to do in that moment. The idea that everyone at the station was present to witness it didn’t really come into your mind.

You weren’t sure how you felt about everyone at the station knowing about this thing you and Javier had together. You also weren’t sure how Javier felt about it either. His words made it evident that he had given it a great deal more thought than you had. There was a heavy silence and you had no idea how to respond. Javier finished his cup of coffee, placing the mug on the counter and walking over to you. He kissed you on the forehead. “I’m going to take a shower.” And that was it. He walked out of the kitchen. He didn’t wait for you to say anything. He just...went to take a shower? Ok.

You spent the rest of the morning getting ready without another word exchanged between you. Javier dropped you off at your apartment so you could get your personal things sorted and you told him you would drive into the station separate.

When you arrived, Javier was at his desk, typing diligently at his typewriter, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. You sat down and proceeded to work through your own reporting, trying your best to recall everything that happened from your perspective. Every so often, you would glance up at Javier, who was mulling over the keys, either deep in thought or on the phone. He didn’t seem angry with you. He didn’t even seem distant. Just preoccupied. So, you thought nothing of it and continued on about your day as usual.

Around noon, you were called into a debrief with the chief. You stood, Javier’s eyes following you momentarily before carrying on with his work. There was something about this dynamic you had with him. The way you felt with him behind closed doors and how very different it was when you were at work. It was both infuriating and exhilarating all at the same time.

When you walked into Stechner’s office and closed the door, he motioned for you to have a seat. “Y/L/N, first off, I want to congratulate you on a job well done yesterday.” You nodded, but he continued speaking before you had a chance to express your gratitude. “But we need to talk about you and Agent Peña.” Your face ran hot. “W-what do you—” Your tongue tripped over itself as you tried to formulate your words. But Stechner silenced you with his hand in the air. “Look, don’t bullshit a bullshitter, alright?” He rubbed his chin, the sound of the stubble scratching against his palm loud enough to hear from across the room. “Y/L/N. Let me give you some advice. I don’t care if you sleep with your coworkers. Do what you want. But you might be careful with that one. That’s all I’m saying.” The fact that he was trying to tell you what to do with your personal life was a bit presumptuous and frankly, it pissed you off. It took everything in your power to not scowl at the man and hurl a shoe at his balding head. “Thanks, Chief. But I’m a big girl. I can make my own decisions.” You spun on your heels and took your leave without so much as another word.

You had half a mind to tell Javier what had just transpired, but when you turned the corner you found that he was not sitting at his desk. You looked over at Steve and he shrugged at you lackadaisically. “He said he was leaving for the day. I figured you’d know.” He went back to clicking away at his typewriter. Your brow furrowed, more than a little upset that you honestly didn’t know. Perhaps Stechner was right. Maybe Javier just wasn’t the right person for you to be involving yourself with, after all. You walked over to your desk, scratching the back of your head as you considered it all. Feeling a bit defeated, you sat downcand there, under your typewriter, was a folded piece of paper with your first initial scribbled on the front.

“Go to my apartment after work.”

A key was taped to the bottom. Your jaw dropped. He gave you a key to his apartment? It was such a small gesture. But for a man like Javier, who didn’t really like to share himself with anyone, especially his home, you were floored. Your lips tingled into a smile as you bit your bottom lip. You chuckled to yourself.

Now the question remained, where was he off to for the rest of the day?

You spent the remaining part of the afternoon speculating over Javi’s whereabouts. The day finally dragged to a close, and you were eager to leave, as the suspense had been building in you for hours. You grabbed your keys, and Javi’s key, smiling again as your fingers brushed over its metallic surface, and blazed out the door to your car.

You arrived at Javi’s place a little after 6, jimmying the key in the lock and opening the door to find the place completely empty. He asked you to come over after work and yet, he wasn’t here to meet you? His coffee cup from that morning still sat on the kitchen counter. You walked into the bedroom, and on the bed was a large, flat box. A beige ribbon was tied around it and a note sat patiently waiting to be read.

“Querida. I’ll be home soon. Be ready by 8.”

Be ready? He told you to come over, not that you were going somewhere. Be ready for what? You pulled on the satin ribbon, the bow falling apart beneath your fingers. You lifted the lid of the box and you immediately teared up. It was a blue dress. Not identical to the one that had been destroyed but still beautiful. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you lifted it up, admiring the intricate beading. You sat down on the bed, the garment falling whimsically over your lap. Is this why he disappeared? To do this for you?

Once you had wiped away your gracious tears, you made quick work of putting the dress on. It fit like a glove and you wondered how he had managed to know your size. Then you remembered the dress you had thrown into the trash can this morning. He was sneaky and clever and…thoughtful? You shook your head in disbelief. Eat shit, Stechner. You thought, a smug grin dancing over your face.

It was 8:07 and you had just finished preening when you heard the familiar jiggle of the front door handle. Butterflies churned in your stomach and fluttered their way up into your ribcage. He opened the door and immediately his eyes drunk you in, a smile creeping over his face that was both sweet and devilish. You grinned and stepped so close to him you could hear the beads on your dress rustling against his jeans. “Hey, you.” You whispered, smiling into a tender kiss. Javier put his keys on the side table, but one hand remained behind his back. “Blue really is your color, querida.” He said coolly, the baritone scratch of his voice easing you to your core.

“What’re you hiding from me?” You asked, inquisitive like a child. He gave you a teasingly admonishing look, his umber eyes twinkling in a way that was rather uncharacteristic for Javier. He pulled a small box from behind his back that gleamed a metallic ocean blue. Tiffany’s. You pursed your lips, the butterflies now threatening to burst through your chest in a poetic rapture. He opened the lid of the box, revealing to you a necklace with a key shaped pendant. Your heart melted as you watched him pull it from the box. He wrapped the chain around you, the pendant dangling before your eyes. And that is when you saw the inscription. “Love, Javi.” He clasped the necklace closed at the back of your neck, his hands running down your arms. A chill surged through you, yet you could have sworn your ears were on fire.

You turned to him, your eyes welling with tears. An inscription that would be so simple to some, was overwhelming to you for so many reasons. The ‘L’ word was not really something you thought you’d ever hear from Javier. But seeing it etched onto a piece of precious metal… The permanence of it warmed your heart. “I don’t even know what to say.” You managed after a moment, your hand caressing the pendant that now laid against your chest. His fingers brushed under your chin. His eyebrows arched as he looked at you, his features soft despite their rigid nature. “That seems to be a trend for you today.” He teased, remarking on your brain-fart in the kitchen this morning. You chuckled, pinching his side playfully before changing the subject.

“You told me to be ready at 8. So, here I am, cowboy.” You chimed, spinning in a showy circle. He watched you twirl for him before making his way into the bedroom. “Give me 5 minutes to get cleaned up and then we can go.” He said with ease, still not alluding to where you were headed.

Javier parked on the side of a city street, and you climbed out of the car. Taking your arm in his, he leads you up the sidewalk and to the doors of a swanky restaurant. Was Javier Peña taking you on a formal date?

When you walked into the restaurant, your eyes were met with a rather fanciful flash of gold and marble. It was ritzy but classy. You were shocked that Javier was taking you out like this. Interrupting your thoughts, a familiar voice erupted from behind you. “Hey guys!” It was Steve and Connie. So, this was to be a double date. There was a part of you that was somewhat disappointed that you would not be enjoying a private dinner with Javier. But the more you considered the subject, the more you realized that this was much better. First and foremost, the planning that went into arranging all of this was not lost on you. It was evident that Javier had taken a half day at the office to set up this reservation,  confirm with Steve and Connie, procure your dress, and buy your necklace. But there was also the fact that Javier was comfortable enough to take you to dinner, not just as his date, but with Steve and Connie, two of his closest friends. He was proud to have you on his arm. Proud enough to take you out in the presence of others and not hide you on a private date.

Connie approached you with a soft smile, her voice warm and inviting. “Hey! Nice to see you again!” You had only met Connie a couple of times before. Once at an after-hours bar thing, that of which Javi was not present for, and the second time was when she came to the station to deliver Steve’s forgotten briefcase. You had always enjoyed her company and found her to be a welcome presence. She started chatting about some random thing, but truth be told, you were so fixated on this whole experience you could not take your eyes from Javier. He was locked in conversation with Steve, but feeling your adoring gaze, he turned his eyes to you and the brief glance you exchanged was consumed with the flames of a California wildfire. “Peña.” The hostess called, interrupting the moment, as the four of you followed him to be seated at the table at the back of the restaurant.

Javier and Steve crawled into the large, round booth first and suddenly Connie chimed, “Actually, Y/N and I are going to run to the ladies’ room first. We’ll be back in a minute.” You were shocked at the bathroom invite and a little confused. But you followed her anyways, choosing not to question it. When you walked into the bathroom, Connie stepped over to the mirror and started fumbling around in her purse. You followed her lead, looking at your own reflection and taming some fly-away strands of hair that shaped your face.

“I know we haven’t talked all that much. But I honestly had to tell you.” She looked at you through the mirror, lining her lips with a soft pink lip liner. You tilted your head to the side slightly, waiting for her to continue. “Look. Steve and I have known Javi for a long time. And here lately…well…he’s been different.” Each word she managed seemed as though she was remembering how to form them before speaking. “Different how?” You inquired. Connie pulled out a lipstick that was similar in shade to the color she had just lined her lips with. “Steve tells me that Javier will find any excuse to talk about you. And we were both surprised when he asked us to meet you here for dinner tonight.” You pondered for a moment, considering everything she had said. “He talks about me?” You asked, not even really to Connie but more so to yourself. She answered anyways. “Oh yeah. He is absolutely smitten with you. We never thought we’d see the day.” She chuckled jovially, throwing the lipstick back into her purse and turning back to you. “He’s a good man, deep down.” She added with a gentle expression befalling her face. Then she smiled. “But I am sure I don’t have to tell you that. Come on, let’s get back to the table.” This day was full of surprises.

You followed her out of the bathroom and found your seat next to Javi. He looked at you, chill as a cucumber. His eyes seemed to ask, “is everything alright?” but he said nothing. You placed your hand under the table and onto his thigh reassuringly, feeling the sudden flex of his muscles beneath your palm. You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and a pat and he grabbed your hand in his, squeezing it.

The evening continued much like that, tender moments exchanged between the two of you, Javier and Steve talking over a case in a heated chat and you listening to Connie gush over their two girls. The waiter came and went, taking your order and returning shortly thereafter with a bottle of wine for the table. The four of you drank your way down to the bottom quickly and Connie was 2 sheets to the wind faster than you expected. You supposed that’s what happens when you stay at home with 2 kids and don’t get out often. At least she was an endearing drunk.

“What’s thiiiis?” Connie admired from over the table and at first you had no idea where her attentions were directed towards. But she reached her arm out to you for the bauble around your neck. “This is beautiful!” Your cheeks flushed as you beamed, touching your hand softly to the pendant that hung against your chest. “Javier surprised me with it this evening.” You tried to make it sound nonchalant, like you couldn’t be bothered to make this very big thing into a big deal. Connie looked over at Javier and back to you. “Reeeeally?” Connie teased and Javier’s lips remained in a tight line, only the faint glimmer of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You smirked and looked back at Connie, flipping the pendant so she could see the heartfelt-for-Javi inscription on the back. Connie’s eyes twinkled as she read those two simple words and her jaw fell partially agape. 

Steve, realizing there was something more important going on than his own topic of conversation, stopped talking and brought his focus to you and Connie. “Wow. Javier using the ‘L’ word.” He contributed, wincing as Javier kicked him from under the table. You held the pendant against your chest as if to absorb it into you completely. “He has spoiled me today.” You said softly and interlocked your fingers with the man next to you. A formidable stroke of panic died away with the pressure of your hand. You could feel the tension easing from his body at your touch.

The server arrived with everyone’s plates and you were relieved there was a break in the dialog. You could tell it was making Javier uncomfortable and that was the last thing you wanted. You knew that he had stretched far outside of his comfort zone today doing all these things for you. The least you could do was protect him from any further discomfort. You changed the subject, pulling on the first thing that came to your mind. “Connie, is Mirella walking yet?” You inquired after their youngest, who was pushing a year old. The blonde women’s face lit up like a light show at the mention of her child, welcoming the opportunity to rave about her. You knew this was all that was needed and for the next 45 minutes, Connie and Steve talked about their daughters. You and Javier were content to listen, shoulders brushing against one another on occasion, the fabric of his grey slacks tickling your bare leg as he pulled into him as tight as he could manage.

Connie glanced down at the slim gold watch around her wrist and her back straightened against the seat. “Oh, we gotta’ get home.” Steve looked at the time and agreed steadily, trying to flag down the waiter. Javier took a drag from his cigarette and said, “I got the check. Don’t worry about it.” Steve and Connie stood in earnest and thanked Javier for his generosity. Everyone extended their goodbyes and the couple left, leaving you and Javier alone in the semi-circle booth that seemed to swallow you both.

The space between you closed quickly as Javier inched himself tight against you, so close you could feel the heat of his body pulsing from his skin. You were overwhelmed with feelings, but all thoughts were muzzled as Javier’s lips touched yours gently, his tongue grazing your bottom lip with such fragility you questioned whether it happened at all. “I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking night.” He whispered as he pulled from you slightly, his breath dusting over your lips in warm wisps. Your face assumed a deep tropical burn as you felt his hand begin its ascent up your skirt. “Javi?” You muttered incredulously, squeezing your thighs together. Was it really the best idea to be doing this in public? Your eyes darted across the restaurant, which was essentially empty. There were tables with patrons towards the front but being at the back of the dining room, you were tucked away. Out of sight, out of mind was not usually the ideal scenario for a dine-in experience, but in this case, you were thankful.

He pried your legs open with his fingers. “Shhh.” His face tipped sideways as he watched you, his fingers finding your underwear and rubbing against them in slow, methodical sweeps. You sucked in a deep inhale and Javier’s eyes were hungry as they danced over your face, soaking in every change in expression he drew from you. Pushing your panties to the side, he touched your damp pussy and your hips slid down, legs spreading just a little wider. He smirked at your wanton acquiescence. You whined softly as he tucked one of his fingers inside of you. “Quiet, querida. Look at me.” He forced you to lock eyes with him as he fingered you under the white linen tablecloth. His thumb began its diligent ministrations along your clit as he added another finger, pumping in and out of you with debilitating finesse. Your brows began to wrench, and he knew that look too well. You were close. He drove harder and faster, the squelching of your pussy over his hand loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby. The table trembled under his elbow jerking back and forth and a desperate cry escaped your lips as your eyes fell behind your lids. You felt his mouth crash onto yours, absorbing the cries of your orgasm and swallowing them into a kiss as your cunt spasmed violently around his fingers. You moaned for him, his tongue snaking with yours as your bliss faded into oblivion and you were driven nearly to tears at the sensation.

When your seizing muscles had finally found their resting point, Javier pulled his fingers from you and you let out an exhausted groan at the sudden absence of him. He took his fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of you before wiping his hands on a napkin and tossing it onto the table. Your breathing had stabilized, but your face was still a tad flushed when the waiter arrived with the check. Javier handed him a credit card, not even bothering to look at the balance. He finished his glass of wine and lit a cigarette, his back turned half-way to you as he waited for the man to bring back his card. You marveled at him as he stared hollowly into the dark expanse of the empty restaurant. Looking at him, you’d never guess that he had just violated you so perfectly beneath this very table only minutes before. He was calm, the muscles in his arms lax and steady as he brought the cigarette to the very lips that had just devoured your rapturous moans.

The waiter returned with the check tray and Javier signed the tip and slipped his card back into its designated slot inside his well-worn wallet. He stood, extinguishing the cigarette with a couple dabs into the ashtray and as though he suddenly remembered you were there, he extended his hand to help you out of the booth. “Let’s go home, querida.” Home. It was such a basic word that had so many different meanings. But to you, Javier was home. It didn’t matter where you were, only that he was with you.

“Mother---fucker.” Javier cursed under his breath at the lock of his apartment door. Hard, brown beetles thudded against the dull porch light as if to mock his struggle. You took his hand in yours and placed the other on the doorknob. “Wiggling it like that will only break it. Here.” You lifted up gingerly on the key and the doorknob simultaneously, and it unlocked with ease. Javier looked at you, that cutting cynicism you were so familiar with. Perhaps because you knew his own front door better than he did. You stepped inside of the dark apartment and he flicked on a dim lamp next to the couch. He took your hand in his and pulled you into the bedroom. You were keen on finishing what he had started in that restaurant. But Javier had yet another trick up his sleeve for the evening.

He opened the closet door, pulling out three red boxes. He placed them on the bed. “Put this on. Then come out and let me see you.” He brushed his fingers over your cheek and down your chin before leaving the room and shutting the door. You slid your hands down your blue dress, feeling the roll of beads scribble against your palms. Lifting the lid on the first box, you peeled back a layer of black tissue paper to reveal a rather intricate lacey get up, fully equipped with garters, stockings, and lots and lots of hooks and ribbon. A larger box held a pair of black high heel shoes that were so high you knew they were not intended for walking at all. The final box, a skinny little thing, opened to a black leather crop with a velvet handle and a paddle on the opposite end. “Oh my.” You bemused, excited for what this night was turning into.

You unzipped your dress, slipping free from it and began making heads or tails of the slinky black number. The more you toyed with it, however, the curiouser of a project it turned out to be. It only took you three times to understand the order in which everything was intended to be put on. But finally, pleased with your work, you stood in front of the mirror to examine the finished product. Small patches of your skin could be seen through the lace bodice and the garters pulled the stockings up your thighs, the dark seams racing down the backs of your legs like black ink. You kept your key-shaped necklace on, unlikely to ever remove it. You slipped the shoes on, your ankles only wobbling a bit before catching your balance. With the crop in hand, you fluffed your hair and made your way to the living room, where Javi would be waiting for you.

But to your dismay, when you stepped into the living room, looking like something out of a raunchy magazine, you saw Javier slumped on the couch, his head rolled back against the cushions, fast asleep. The usual crease in his brow was gone as his lips puffed beneath his mustache in easy, sleeping breaths. You knew it had taken you a bit longer than anticipated to put this on, but you certainly didn’t go through all this trouble just to watch him sleep.

Suddenly struck with an idea, you went back into the bedroom and pulled one of Javier’s ties from a hanger. It was soft beneath your fingers, the burgundy, sateen fabric perfect for what you had in mind. Javier was still sound asleep on the couch, his hands laying limp in his lap. He was such a different person in sleep, so soft and unassuming. Such a contrast from the hard and tense man the daylight knew him to be. He was a heavy sleeper so you knew your next action would not wake him. Sneaking closer, you wrapped the tie around his head to act as a blindfold, careful to drape it over his eyes, ensuring there would be no peaking. He stirred only slightly, a rough snore of an inhale pulling into his lungs before he smacked his lips and settled back into his slumber. You fought back a giggle, finding his humble state to be quite charming.

You chewed on your lower lip before decidedly stepping over to his cassette player. Your fingers hovered over the spines of each cassette, trying to decide what would be the most fitting for this occasion. Having landed on the perfect selection, you smirked, popping open the case and dropping it into the cassette deck. How Soon Is Now – The Smiths. It was the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. You skipped to the track and hit play, turning up the volume and stepping back to Javier. 

As the music began to carry throughout the room, his head rolled, hands instinctually reaching for whatever obstructed his vision. You swatted at his hands with the leather crop and a confused “Wh—” dropped from his lips. You lifted your foot onto the couch and between his legs, the pointed toe of your new shoes grazed the crotch of his pants. “It stays on until I say so.” You said, before leaning over and kissing him amiably on the lips. “Come on. You can’t be serious?” He retorted, somewhat frustrated, reaching for the blindfold again. You popped him on the wrists with the crop once more. “What…did I say?” Your voice was firm.

Javier adjusted himself on the couch cushion, his jaw tensing as he bit on his bottom lip. You could not tell at this point if he was irritated or aroused. But he was obviously playing along, having not ripped the tie from his face by now. He sighed. “Let me see you.” His voice caressed you like dark honey. You clenched your eyes shut, finding it so hard to say no to him. But if you didn’t know any better, you would say Javier was being compliant to this tilting scale of dominance. Without warning, you dragged the edge of the folded leather against his sinewy neck. “You fell asleep. So, I am taking control.” He tilted his head back and let out a reluctant moan, chuckling low in his chest, as if to say—”So I see”—but he let you continue, captive as an elephant chained to a plastic lawn chair.

Your hands raced up his chest, slowly unfastening each of his buttons to reveal his bare skin beneath. The lilt of the song continued in the background as you took one of his nipples in your mouth and he arched against your tongue with a sharp groan. The flesh piqued under your ministrations and his fingers tangled in your hair. As much as you loved it, you pulled away. Popping him on his wet nipple with the pliant leather crop, you chastised him as he flinched. “Ah ah. No touching.” You lamented, and you watched his fingers dig into the arm of the couch. Outwardly, he appeared angry, but the bulge in his pants gave his true devotions away. You parted his legs, unbuttoning his pants and rubbing your hand against his cock that was fit to bursting at the seams. He jutted his hips upwards, his fingers fidgeting with the tie around his head. He gulped as if swallowing a ping-pong ball and managed, “You know, I bought that crop for you, querida.” You grinned, although he could not see it, and straddled him on the couch. “Mmm. Yes. And I am quite enjoying it.” Javier chuckled again, feeling the dull scratch of the crop as you pulled it down his chest. You pressed yourself down onto him, grinding against his hardening cock that was still tucked politely in his trousers. “Seems like Daddy likes it too.” You whispered before sucking on his ear lobe and lifting the tie from his head.

This was all the permission he was willing to wait for, his hands immediately searching over your back and legs as though they were in pursuit of something hidden beneath. He was drunk at the sight of you, running his hands over your waist. “Fuck, baby.” Was all he could say as his hands continued their journey. “Stand up. Let me see all of you.” You did as you were told, standing up and giving him a little spin. The song was nearly over, and your hips swayed back and forth to the sultry rhythm. Javier’s fingers slit their way beneath the garter that raced over your ass, snapping it hard and creating slight welt in its wake. You felt his hands traveling up the inside of your thighs and you were so distracted you weren’t prepared for him to snatch the leather crop from your hand.

Javier stood quickly, relinquishing control as he restrained you, the crop handle spanning over your chest, secured in his grip on either side of you. “Play time’s over.” His voice was low and scathed the nape of your neck. You could feel his erection pressing against your ass and you bent over slightly, relishing in the pronounced shape of his cock grazing your ass through his pants. One of his hands dropped from the leather apparatus and cupped your ass cheek aggressively before delivering a hardy slap for good measure. “Go.” He commanded. You assumed he meant to the bedroom and you did as you were told. He was close on your heels, peeling his pants down his legs as he stood in the bedroom doorway, eying you sharply as you sat on the bed.

You were hungry for him and he knew it. He climbed on the bed and you rolled him onto his back, smiling devilishly. He wouldn’t allow this for very long as your knees pressed into the bed on either side of him. He went to make some snarky remark, but you leaned over, interrupting him with an open-mouthed kiss. The key-shaped pendant that dangled around your neck fell into his mouth as you closed over him, your tongue swirling around the metallic trinket and touching his. His hands cupped your waist as you straddled him, kissing him as deeply as you could. You finally broke the kiss and he sucked the charm as you pulled it from his lips. “It’s my turn, sweet thing.” Javier crooned with lust-filled eyes and he tumbled you over and onto your back.

As much as you enjoyed being in control, you loved the way he claimed dominion over you. He hovered above you, naked as the day God made him. You went to kick off the heels, but he struck the side of your thigh with the crop. “Leave them on.” You smirked, slipping it back onto your foot. “Lay back.” He commanded to you again, this time more forceful. You dropped your head back onto the pillows and his skilled hands moved fluidly over the hooks and bows, peeling the top of your lacy bustier down and revealing your breasts to him. It didn’t take long for the folded leather of the crop-end to find your nipple in a quick pop. Your brow furrowed with a whimper, but he immediately leaned in to suck the pain away.

You moaned helplessly, writhing as your hands found his dark hair. The paddle found the side of your ass swiftly and you yelped in surprise. “Ah ah. No touching, Peaches.” You pouted, reminded of your own power-play, and seeing you would now pay the price for it. Javier dropped the crop against your neck and down your chest, circling your overlooked nipple. You tensed, bracing yourself for impact but he just continued to taunt you in lazy circles. You arched yourself into the motion of it and he pulled away. “Be still.” He ordered. You whined and he popped your nipple thusly, this swat harder than his last. You let out a winced cry. “Will you be good for me, querida?” He asked you simply with a strained counterfeit of ease as he leaned over you. His cock hung heavy between his legs and grazed your stomach, a thread of precum stringing across your belly. You nodded, almost forgetting that he had asked you a question. You were met with the paddle on the side of your ass. “Speak, querida.” He insisted, the tingle left behind when the paddle moved away was like the sting of an ornery wasp.

“I’ll be good for you, Javi.” Your words were surprisingly soft and yielding and it almost caught him by surprise. He nearly melted for you. He kissed you lovingly. “Good girl.” He added and proceeded to remove the complicated trappings of your outfit, careful to keep your garters, stockings, and shoes in place. Javier was well-versed in the workings of lingerie. It both bothered you and turned you on concurrently. His fingers slipped between your wet folds with ease and for a brief instant, you were transported back to the restaurant where you came all over those same fingers mere hours ago. You moaned ardently and he brought his mouth to your cunt, lapping at you languidly. His fingers continued running up and down your slit and you spread your legs wider for him. He pulled away.

“Fuck—please, Javi.” You pleaded with him to return to you and you were instantaneously met with a leather slap against your aching cunt and you screamed in shock and pleasure. “Beg for it.” He boomed with a cadence much more insistent. You moaned desperately, your pussy spasming for something to fill it up and grasping at nothing. “Javier, please!” You wailed again, cueing the sharp swat of the crop onto your weeping pussy yet again. You growled earnestly, now all but shaking for him to fuck you senseless. “Again.” He commanded and you droned in frustration, squirming uncomfortably. The paddle popped the side of your ass in the same spot for the third time, and you were certain at this point it would leave a mark. Javi’s mark. The very thought of him branding you with that paddle sent your head spinning. “Javi. Mi amor. I need you inside of me.” You gushed, pleading urgently. He opened the lips of your pussy and the crop popped your clit. Your hips rose in earnest as the sound of your pleasured scream echoed through his apartment.

“Say please, querida. Say please and it’s yours.” His voice was rushed. His cock was swollen, veins ripping through his shaft like bolts of lightning. You gave him what he wanted, the word “please” tumbling from your lips in a pathetic sob. The crop fell to the floor and he lined himself up, his cock disappearing into you in one determined thrust. You cried out and the exhilarating ripple of your voice washed over him in a silver cascade, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him in a resplendent upsurge. He pushed himself deep into you, only driving in short pulses as he dropped over you and sucked a mark into your neck. His steady pulsation was driving you mad and you bucked under him. Curling his arms beneath you, he squeezed you tight as he began to fuck you with resolve. Every thrust drilled into you with a force of a jack hammer and he squeezed you tight in the cocoon of his arms.

His pace quickened and so did your heartrate, feeling your orgasm cresting over the horizon. “Javi, you’re gonna’ make me cum!” You signaled to him, your words broken and exhausted. He grunted in your ear and you lost all control, unfurling beneath him in a heap of shaking muscles and howling cries. His name poured from your mouth like holy water at a revival and you were drowning in his rapture. He kept pumping into you with vigor, his balls constricting as his cock prepared to erupt. “F-fuck, Y/N—I fuckin—” his words were interrupted by sputtered breaths—“love you!” The exclamation shocked you both but the moment the words left him, he came so hard you could feel the hot gush of his seed filling you up and oozing from you in lazy dribbles.

He rolled over onto the bed, his ribcage expanding and contracting in a labored execution. A few minutes passed as you both lay there in silence, heaving from your efforts. You both stared up at the ceiling, tracing shapes along the stippled sheet rock. “What I meant was—” He stopped. “I meant to say—” He stopped again, as if he were trying to erase his words from thin air. “I love fucking you.” He corrected himself, but the meaning in his words were not there. You didn’t doubt that he loved fucking you. But you also knew that was not what he meant. You leaned over and kissed away the mist of sweat on his shoulder. “Well. Would it help to know that I…love…fucking you too?” You were adamant about the singular inflection on each word and his head turned like a dial to check your expression. You threw him a smile and rolled your eyes playfully, equally as awkward as he was about this whole exchange. “Yes. That is good to know.” He added casually, but his tone had an inconceivable pitch of intensity.

He rose from the bed suddenly. “I, uh.” He patted his naked sides, as if in pursuit of pockets. “I’m out of cigarettes. I-I gotta’ go to the store.” He hurried, grabbing at his pants, and rushing his arms through his shirt sleeves. You sat up in the bed, watching him as you hoisted the sheet up over your breasts, which were still pink from his exertions upon you. “Javi…” You called to him in a tone of sweet patience and he stopped, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. You stared at one another for a moment and he slumped against the door frame. You crawled out of bed and stood before him, naked with a reassuring smile. He sighed, as if contemplating some expansive, universal problem and then added with a half-cocked smirk, “Get dressed. Looks like I’m taking you with me.” A Cheshire grin crept over your lips. “Can’t back out now, Peña.” You teased, kissing his cheek, and scurrying to put on your clothes. Taglist: @lv7867 @klaine-92​​ @rocketqueen @bounty-in-the-eye-of-the-mando @mrsparknuts​ @sarahjkl82-blog @beltzboys2015-blog

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