#[dying] quick... my phone... i need to make a post about this

[valtsv]

they should hire you to perform last rites like a priest but instead of forgiving people's sins to prepare them to accept death you give them a grotesquely poetic statement about their approaching death

somehow i don't think people would find that very helpful. but if there's ever a slot for real life psychopomp open i'll consider it.

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[yxngbxkkie]

pranking the husband (l.y.f)

okay, so i saw this tik tok today and instantly had an idea for my baby, felix 🫢 this is fucking adorable. i love it, i hope you love it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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You keep giggling to yourself while in the bathroom, and you're surprised Felix hasn't come to ask you what's so funny. You glance over your shoulder, a smile on your lips as you watch your husband scroll through his tik tok.

“Cutie,” you mumble to yourself, making a mental note to kiss him after you finish the tik tok you're about to make.

While scrolling through your for you page this morning, you found a trend that you wanted to try on Felix. You're typically not one to make tik toks, but you don't actually post any of them, but this one makes you want to see how he'd react.

You stealthily put up your phone, checking to see if both of you are in it before hitting record. You fluff your hair and check yourself out in the mirror.

“Babe, how much longer do we have?” You ask him, knowing you need to leave in twenty minutes.

Felix doesn't look up from his phone, answering your question. “Twenty minutes. Are you ready?”

“No, not yet,” you sigh and rest your hands on your hips. “I'm not sure I really like the outfit I'm wearing.”

Your husband lifts his head, his eyes roaming down your body. “You don't? I think you look really good, sweetness,” he smiles at you, seeing the love in his honey-brown eyes.

“God, I love you,” you smile at him, blowing him an air kiss. “But, I think I'm going to change. There's another outfit I've been dying to wear.”

Felix pouts but gives in, nodding his head. “If it'll make you happy, go ahead,” he mentions, puckering his lips for a kiss.

You melt at his cuteness, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest. You reach where he's sitting before planting a kiss on his lips. You giggle softly and pull away before he can deepen it.

“Okay, can you get out real quick so I can change?” You ask him nonchalantly, taking a step back.

Felix nods his head, closing the apps on his phone as he stands up. Your jaw drops a bit as he just strolls out of the room. You glance towards your phone when his voice echoes into the bedroom.

“Wait!” He rushes back in, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Why am I leaving the room? You got changed in front of me earlier.”

You bite your lip, deciding to keep playing along. “Well, I wanted the outfit to be a surprise,” you tell him while leaning against the bathroom door frame.

He narrows his eyes at you before walking closer to you. You go back into the bathroom, holding your hand out in case he tries to tickle you. He's sneaky like that.

Felix finds your phone propped up and points a figure at you. “You sneaky! You're doing a bit,” he figures it out, laughing cutely.

You giggle as his arms wrap around your waist. You hug him tightly, both of you swaying in your shared bathroom. “I saw it on tik tok,” you tell him, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I can not believe you almost got me,” he laughs, pulling back. His gaze meets yours, and Felix smiles softly before kissing you again.

“I love you, my baby,” you grin, planting short kisses on his lips and cheeks. “Plus, you should know that I prefer to strip in front of you.”

Felix's smile turns into a smirk, one of his hands finding a place on your waist. “You love my eyes on you,” he impossibly moves in closer, his chest pressing against yours.

“Baby,” you sigh, tilting your head back when he starts kissing your neck. “We're gonna miss our reservation.”

“What if,” Felix trails off, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, “we canceled.”

You pout at him while grabbing a hold of one of his hands. “But, baby, we've already had to cancel on them once. I don't want to do it again. Chan was telling me how excited he is for tonight. And, two, I got all pretty for you. Don't you want to show me off?”

“You do look pretty,” Felix sighs, taking in the outfit you've “decided” to keep on. “And, I love showing you off. Can I eat you out when we get home?”

You throb at his question, squeezing his hand you're holding. “I can never say no to you,” you chuckle breathlessly, leading your husband towards the front door.

~

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[whimsiwitchy]

Controversially Young Girlfriend (part seven)

Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

series masterlist & main masterlist

summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes, pedro (srry he's a big part of this chapter)

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: hi everyone! I literally just posted saying idk when I would update again but I decided to look through what I had written for this part and give it to y'all. she's a short one but it's cute. somewhat proof read lol. enjoy <3

part seven: closing chapters

You’ve been back in Los Angeles for less than a day and you already missed the simplicity of being with Hugh. Los Angeles was reality and it was an ugly one. All of the responsibilities came tumbling down on you and you felt like you were stuck in an inescapable maze. As much as you wanted to stay hidden, tucked under Hugh’s protective arm forever, you had to be an adult about this. You needed to stop ignoring Ashley and talk things out with her. You also needed to talk to Pedro and close that chapter that had been left wide open. Your personal life couldn’t have picked a worse time to get interesting. Tour started in two weeks, leaving very little time to tie all loose ends before traveling the world.

When you landed this morning, you ate a quick breakfast from a small cafe and went straight to rehearsals. They ran longer today to make up for the few days you were gone but you didn’t mind. Being on stage and performing the music you worked so hard on always upped your mood, even if you were unbelievably tired at the end of the day. At the moment, you were laying in bed, trying your best to stay awake while you waited for Hugh to call. He texted you a few hours earlier saying he spent the day with his kids and talked to them about the relationship you two had built over the questionable short period of time. He didn’t go into any further detail but promised to call as soon as he got home and settled. It was a little past 10pm, making it 1am in New York. Just as you were beginning to lose hope in Hugh’s late night call, your phone lit up with Hugh’s contact. 

“Hi Hugh.” You say sweetly into the speaker, sleepiness evident in your voice. “Hi, baby. Were you sleeping?” The deep accent you adored so much rumbled through the phone. “No, I was just laying down. How are you? How was your day?” As you speak, you move to sit up, your back resting against the headboard. “My day was good. It was nice to spend some time with the kids and catch up. We did a puzzle and talked, it was a nice day. How was your day, baby?” 

“It was good, busy. Basically hopped off the plan straight into rehearsals.” You let out an airy laugh. “I’m sorry sweet girl, I should let you get some sleep.” His voice trails off at the end and you know he genuinely feels bad for calling so late. “No, no…it’s fine. I want to talk to you. I don’t start as early tomorrow so I have some time to sleep in.” You assure him. “Are you sure baby? We can always talk tomorrow.” “I’m sure.” You let out a small yawn and Hugh chuckles.  “Hm, if you say so.” 

“Whatever..” You say playfully. The line goes quiet for a moment, neither of you speaking. “So uh…you told your kids about us?” 

You wanted to ease into asking but you were dying to know. Thay had been the number one reason you’d been so hesitant to take on a relationship with Hugh and you know their opinion means something to him too. If they didn’t approve or had any distaste towards your pairing, you weren’t sure if you could be with Hugh without having a heavy layer of guilt strapped to your heart. 

“Oh yea, I told them.” 

His response makes your heart skip a beat. Hugh was never one to beat around the bush but he was dragging this out and it scared you. 

“And what did they say?” 

Hugh takes a sharp breath in and your heart falls into your stomach. They don’t approve, you can sense the words about to tumble out of his mouth. 

“They’re fine with it.” 

His short answers are beginning to irritate you a little bit. You needed to know every detail of their conversation, you wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. 

“Hugh, can you please just tell me everything? Your lack of words is driving me insane.” You draw out the end of the last word, showing him just how frustrated you are. 

“I’m sorry baby, there's not much to tell. My daughter is a fan and begged me to introduce you two and um…well my son…he uh..this is so fucking awkward…” He huffs. “What did he say? I’m sure it can’t be that bad if they’re fine with everything right? Just spit it out, I can take it.” He sighs. “My son has a crush on you.” 

“Oh!” You can feel your body heat up underneath your duvet. “That uh…that is kinda awkward. What did he say about us being together then?” 

“He said something about how he doesn't understand how I was able to ‘bag a baddie’ like you, whatever that means.” You laugh at that. “He’s not mad, just jealous I guess. I’m really gonna have to keep an eye out for him when you meet them. I trust him, he’s my son, but I’m not gonna stand for his eyes wandering on my girl.”

You laugh again, partially because of his words and partially because of how wild this entire conversation is. 

“Well I’d love to meet your daughter and she’s free to come to any show she wants, I'll get her in. Same goes for your son as well, if that’s okay with you. I don’t want you to get too jealous and cause a fight between you two.” You giggle through the last few words. 

“Yea yea, we’ll see.” 

The line goes quiet again, a comfortable silence. 

“Hugh, I have a question.” “Shoot baby.” You can hear the sleepiness starting to appear in his voice. “I was wondering if you’d be okay with me going to talk to Pedro soon?” You hear rustling on his end before he speaks again. “Why do you want to do that?” There’s a slight hint of anger in his tone but you know it’s not towards you but towards how Pedro treated you. “I really need to talk things out with him. As much as I'm over him, there’s still a little part of me that needs closure, that needs to ask questions. I want this part of my life to be done but I need to have it properly sealed off.” “Could you wait until I’m back in town? I trust you but I don’t trust him one bit.” You smile at his protectiveness. “I really want to fix everything before the tour starts. I need to talk to Ashley too and the sooner I can get over this, the sooner I can put all my focus on the tour and you. So unless you’re planning on being back in town in a week, I need to do this alone. Is that okay?” He sighs and takes a moment. “Of course that’s fine baby. Just keep me updated on everything that happens.” “I will.” The two of you talk for 20 more minutes before you both call it a night, ending the call with “I love you”. 

The next morning, you immediately texted Hugh before rolling out of bed and starting your day. You showered, brushed your teeth, got dressed, and made your way to the kitchen. You opted for a lazy breakfast, too tired to do anything else. You popped a bagel into the toaster and fried an egg, laying a slice of cheese on top to melt. You made your little bagel breakfast sandwich and washed a few berries to go with it. 

While you ate, you scrolled through your phone. Hugh hasn't texted you back yet but it didn't surprise you. He was up late and with his age, he needed his sleep. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how peaceful he looks while he’s deep in sleep. While scrolling through instagram, you get an ad for Gladiator II. Your ex’s stupid hot face was plastered on your phone. You sighed and pulled up his contact. You were grateful you deleted the text thread you once had, you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing all of the previous sweet words he used to send you. 

You: hey p, it’s y/n. I was wondering if we could meet up soon and talk? no pressure :) 

Once you hit send, you locked your phone and slid it across your kitchen table. Your phone buzzed a few seconds later and your heart started beating faster…there’s no way he could have already responded. You reached for your phone, having to lift out of your chair slightly. When your phone unlocks, your heart slows down, it’s just Hugh. 

You texted back and forth with Hugh all morning until you pulled up to the Kia Forum. Tour was officially a week away from starting which meant you got to rehearse in the venue that would be starting the tour off. You’d been in the Forum a few times for various concerts but being here for your own performance was a different animal. Knowing that this place was sold out for you was wild. You caught up with all of your dancers, them sharing the same excitement. The energy in the building was electric. The crew was excited to get their creations in full and everyone was just happy to finally be starting. 

With being in a new space, the start of rehearsal was a bit slow. Lights, sounds, and various other things had to be adjusted now that everything was in full. You didn’t mind though. It gives you a chance to slow down and appreciate how far you’ve come. It was lunchtime and you decided to hide away in your dressing room to eat. A few people offered you to come with them but you really needed a moment to yourself. You were overwhelmed but in a good way. You grabbed some food from the catering someone had ordered, you made a note to yourself to find out who it was and thank them. 

Once you got to your dressing room, you pulled your phone out of your purse and scrolled through your notification log. Hugh’s messages were the first thing you saw. You were responding to everything he had sent when another message popped up at the top of your phone. 

pedro: hey y/n. I’m free today if you wanna swing by sometime? 

You pulled up to the familiar gates and typed in the code that was still etched in your brain. Once you parked your car in the semi circle driveway, you texted Pedro that you were here before taking a deep breath and stepping out of your car. It always looked out of place next to the large home, even more now that you didn’t belong here the way you once had. One of the brown French style doors open just as you're walking up the three concrete steps that lead to the entrance. You look up from your shoes. Locking eyes with Pedro, you feel your heart tense up. The pain of losing the man you had felt so deeply for re-entered your body involuntarily. He was wearing his typical casual attire: a pair of black cotton shorts, his beloved yellow lakers tee, and a pair of long black socks. The slight gray in his hair had begun to spread, the sides of his beard almost losing all color. He looked as handsome as ever. He held the door open with one arm, leaning slightly. A small smile rested on his face and his brown puppy dog eyes gave you the same feeling they had when you had first met him. 

“Hi y/n.” His voice sounded almost hesitant. “Hi P…Thanks for having me.” He backs up to let you inside. You slip your shoes off, like you had many times before. “No problem. I’m kinda surprised you wanted to talk to me, thought you would’ve been done with me after…well you know.” You don’t answer, instead you walk towards his living room and plop yourself down in the spot you had claimed many months ago, Pedro taking his own claimed spot not too far from yours. “It’s weird seeing you there again…missed seeing you here.” You sigh. “Pedro…don’t say that.” “Why not?” “You don’t get to miss me when you’re the one that left me. You hurt me P. Not the other way around.” He scoffs. “Sure didn’t seem too hurt to me. You moved on just fine.” “Can you stop being an asshole for two fucking seconds?” 

You wanted to come into this with patience and maturity but Pedro was making that impossible. He was being completely insufferable and had been since the moment he broke up with you, like it was somehow your fault. You missed the kind Pedro, the one you had fallen for. 

“Well it’s true, isn’t it? It took a month before you fell into someone else's arms, no let me clarify, my friend’s arms.” You could tell he was trying to get under your skin and you didn’t know where he gained this hatred for you. His voice was sour, a scowl present on his face. 

“God Pedro…” You sigh in anger. “Yes I invited him to the album party but he was there for me when you sat there and yelled- no embarrassed me at my own event. You don’t get to play victim in this situation. We weren’t together and hadn’t been together for weeks by the time I met him.” You could tell you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. The anger and pain both battled reaching for your throat begging to take control over your next words. 

His eyes go soft as he starts to speak again. “Y/n…I’m sorry about that, I was drunk and I-” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You know what? Fuck you Pedro. Truly. You are the most selfish person I’ve ever met. You broke up with me because the pressure was too hard on you. You come to my event and try to grab me, then you yell at me because Hugh came to check on me. Now you’re mad that I found someone that actually gives two shits about me, that isn’t afraid to deal with whatever comes with dating a younger girl? I’m over it.” You laugh again. “And now you want to apologize for that night when you’ve been nothing but rude since I sat on this couch? I came here for closure, nothing more. I liked you Pedro. I really really like you and you crushed my heart that night and every time I’ve seen you after. I don’t understand what I did to deserve this hatred that you’ve been throwing at me but it’s not fair.” 

Your anger had won the battle but your sadness would win the war. Your voice broke on your last words, hot tears pouring down your cheeks. 

“It’s not fucking fair P…” 

You tuck your face into your sweatshirt, allowing yourself to cry in peace. Pedro doesn’t speak and the silence lasts for what feels like forever. You could feel a slight movement on the couch, then two warm arms wrap around your shoulder, a chin resting atop your head. The two of you stay like that for a while. You let your tears flood your cheeks until there aren’t any left. 

“I’m so sorry babygirl. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this.” 

You slowly pull your face out of the sweater. One of Pedro’s arms drops to rest on his leg, the other lay across your shoulders still. His water line was filled with his own tears, eyes red. 

“Then why did you?” He takes a moment to think and pulls you into his chest. Your head resting right above his heart, the beat a little faster than the one you had memorized. 

“Shit y/n…I know no matter how I say this, it’s gonna sound fucked up.” He squeezes his arms gently. “I was so scared, baby. When everyone started to form their opinions on us and kept pinning me to be some weirdo, I freaked out. I’m at the height of my career and I couldn’t imagine losing that…and you were right, I'm selfish. When I let you go, I immediately regretted it. I showed up to your party wanting to apologize. I had a few drinks, some liquid courage if you will, but damn baby, those fruity little drinks were a lot stronger than I thought they’d be.” You chuckle at the comment. “I was waisted by the time I saw you and when…Hu-...when he came to defend you, I lost my shit. I was so pissed off. Even in the state I was in, the look in his eyes was loud. He looked at you with so much adoration and I knew I’d already lost you.” 

He pauses. 

“I’m not trying to make excuses for myself, I just..I just want you to- no, I need you to know what happened. I’m sorry for being an ass today too. I guess I’m not over you and it hurts that you’re over me.” 

You look up at him. 

“I’m not trying to be mean when I say this P but it’s your fault. I could’ve loved you….I was falling in love with you. My time with you was special, so different than anything I’d ever felt before. I think we would’ve been good together. If you would have talked to me, maybe things would be different. You should have talked to me.” 

“We could’ve been the greatest?” He gives a lazy smile down to you and you look down in shame, wincing slightly. “You watched it?” You ask quietly. “Yea I did.” He pauses. “You sounded beautiful up there, you’re so talented y/n…even if it was so clearly targeted towards me.” The arm that's wrapped around your shoulder moves, his hand resting on your head now, moving in slow circles. 

“Would you ever give us another chance?” He asks, looking down at you. The hope in his eyes pains you. 

“I love him P…” You see the small glimmer of happiness drain from his face. You were feeling just as hurt, knowing that if Hugh hadn’t entered your life when he did or if you had talked to Pedro sooner, you’d give him another chance without a second thought. 

“Does he treat you good?” You almost scoff at the question, given who’s asking, but you don’t have the heart to be mean to him anymore. “Yea he does…” You smile at the thought of just how well Hugh does treat you. “Well, then I’m happy for you.” 

“Are you really or are you just trying to be nice?” You joke and he shrugs. “The latter but truthfully if you were going to be with anyone other than myself, I’m glad it’s him. He’s good.” He smiles down at you and it almost reaches his eyes. “Speaking of Hugh…you kinda owe him an apology, mister.” You poke at the side of his chest that you’re not leaning on. “For what? Stealing my girl?” His words make your tummy stir. “I wasn’t your girl anymore. You called him old and yelled at him. He’s your friend, so apologize.” 

“He is old.” You punch his arm and give him a look. “Ow..fuck. Fine, I’ll apologize but I’m not sure how buddy buddy I can be with him anymore.” “I don’t really care about that, as long as you’re nice to him.” 

He doesn’t respond. You spend a few minutes feeling the warmth of his embrace, it was something you were going to miss. As much as you loved Hugh, Pedro had been someone special to you and it hurt to let him go, even with what he put you through. 

“How much longer do my pictures have on your instagram before I’m replaced by Hugh?” He jokes and your eyes go wide. “Oh fuck me…” You had completely forgotten about the pictures that littered your page. “I will.” He smirks. “Shut the fuck up. I’m deleting them in front of your face just for saying that.” You whip out your phone. There are a few texts from Hugh on the homescreen asking how it’s going. “I’m surprised your guard dog let you come alone.” “Oh believe me, he didn’t want me to but he’s in New York and couldn’t stop me.” You open instagram. “And for that comment, I'm making you press delete on these. You can feel the finalization of us being over. Consider it punishment for being such a dick.”  He laughed and pressed delete on the first one. 

In the third picture, you started to regret this ‘punishment’. “We were a cute couple. You remember that one? That’s when you came over and we fucked like rabbits all week-” “Okay your done. Give me my phone.” You shove him away after and he lets out a deep belly laugh. The sound made you pause for a moment. This was the Pedro you had enjoyed being around. It was always so easy to joke around with him and be yourself. You would miss him. 

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jacob Black (6/10)

WC: 4k

“Although this was probably the worst time on earth to get your permit,” R sighed as she glanced out the window at the blanketed outside world,” at least you know you can drive through anything if you can survive Forks’ winter roads.”

Bella gulped, not even acknowledging other then a quick nod. R had taught Bella the basics the moment she took her permit test and succeeded, as not even a week later, snow was cascading from the sky. Although Halloween had come and gone with a calm autumn conclusion, R knew Bella dreaded this weather. However, R had bugged Charlie ahead of time of making sure her sister was equipped with the correct amount of winter gear.

R huffed in concern. She hadn’t seen Jacob in weeks and Billy always insisted he either wasn’t home or was still battling mono. Of course, R knew the answer had to be something much worse - she’d done her research and the man could not have gotten mono without her having learned about the cause immediately.

Regardless, life carried on. R was flourishing in her newly reestablished and safe friend group and Edward was a gentleman. He always brought her a fresh bouquet of flowers ever week and followed her around like a lost puppy whenever she wasn’t working or hanging out with her friends. What mattered most was that Bella had somehow become fundamental to her daily life - awkward drives to and from Bella’s place of work became early morning breakfasts, losing track of time in Charlie’s driveway before R rushed off to waitress, and weekend getaways.

Bella pulled into the post office lot cautiously. Her parking job was not very sound, but due to the emptiness of the lot, R did not correct her. The woman would be able to notice on her own and blabber an anxious apology.

“You have fun, Bells. Smooth driving.”

“Thanks, R. I’ll see you later.”

A gust of freezing winds entered the car the moment both doors opened. Bella was quick to scurry inside the office and R dashed to the other side. As she embraced the insolation of her vehicle once more, she felt her phone buzz intensely.

Not even Edward reached out this early in the morning.

Texts, one after another, came flying through from Jacob. But upon further inspection, she realized they all stamped days and even weeks apart soon after he had suddenly collapsed on her doorstep. The messages weren’t new, but it was as though they had just been sent.

‘Please come see me, R.’

‘I don’t know what’s happening to me. I need you.’

‘I think I’m dying. Please.’

‘They’re trying to lock me up. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m not myself anymore.’

‘My messages haven’t even gone through - I know they have something to do with it. I think I’m dying.’

‘I’m burning up, honey. I love you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’

‘I know they’ve stopped me from seeing you. I smell you every time.’

The only conclusion R came to is that Jacob’s phone had finally reconnected to a service provider. She spared no time calling. The dial went through several times before it ended. She tried once more but then came to the conclusion she had to visit the man himself.

R had even stowed away Jacob’s birthday gift in the glove compartment for a while, having waited for confirmation that she just might catch a glimpse of the man.

She didn’t mind being late for pottery, or the school day in its entirety, if it meant hunting down her best friend. There was a hole in her heart nobody else could fill. And she was dying to know what had happened to him.

R pulled up to Jacob’s cabin. It was snowing furiously by then, an early morning blizzard, but she saw a figure trotting out the front door and onto the field. Her heart jumped in her chest and she didn’t even pull out the keys, dashing after the figure.

Jacob was walking away, stiff and tense. What shocked her most was that his hair was now short, his arms bulged with toning and muscles that weren’t there before, and he was shirtless and in shorts.

R reached out to the man. He was burning. She gasped and grabbed him, causing Jacob to stop in his tracks. R was freezing from just stepping out of her vehicle, while she swore the snowflakes seemed to sizzle against his skin and evaporate.

“Cubby…! What the hell are you doing? You shouldn’t be outside like this!”

Jacob swerved to face her. The naive and friendly the man once carried by default seemed brooding and mature. R could not remember the last time he had frowned at her - other than the event that led up to his illness.

“Why are you here?” Jacob grumbled, but the frown seemed to loosen and he almost seemed entranced by the woman. “Why… in this weather?”

“I… got your messages. I just couldn’t take no for an answer this time. I thought you might be dead, Jacob. Why are you speaking to me like that?”

“You don’t… you don’t feel anything different?” Jacob gulped, melting in R’s arms as she engulfed him in a hug.

“You’re burning up, cubby, and you aren’t making any sense. Are you still sick? What happened to you?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and her blinked, pushing her away. “This isn’t right. Why haven’t you…Are you still dating that Cullen freak? I smell him on you!”

Jacob was suddenly huffed and panted, seeming wrought with fury. R stepped back and raised her arms in surrender. “I… what’s happened to you, Jacob? I know it’s sure as hell not mono —“

“Just get the fuck away from me, R! You don’t want to be here!”

Jacob took a few steps toward the woman. R had never felt such intense fear from Jacob, not even when he almost attacked Edward. She took gentle steps back. It was as though Jacob was looking right through her. He didn’t seem cognizant. R immediately turned tail and squeezed into her vehicle. Jacob was reaching for the shutting door and jerked it back with ease.

Her eyes widened and as Jacob leered over her, attempting to close the distance, she suddenly shoved the gift bag at his chest. The man blinked and all that anger went away, dissolving into a softness that was far more familiar to her.

R was panting and afraid. Jacob felt the bag and slowly grabbed it from her, creating some distance. She scrambled back into the seat and stared, wide-eyed. Something was wrong with her best friend. Something very, very wrong.

“Honey…” he mumbled. “…I didn’t think you got me anything… Why birthday was weeks ago…”

Jacob spoke so tenderly, to the extent that the behavior felt even more bizarre. The nickname almost sounded like an endearment rather than a platonic nickname. R gulped, thinking back to her friends’ and boyfriend’s assumptions. However, she wiped such thoughts away. It was not R that had caused the illness, after all.

Jacob was so delicate with the bag, removing the contents. A hand-drawn, designed, and written birthday car, like she gave him every year. And even sweeter of a gift was a photo album dedicated to the many memories R had caught on camera. The man flipped through everything. He seemed relax at the gesture before meeting her eyes again.

It almost seemed like Jacob again for a moment. His eyes widened and he almost panicked. “R…! You - you shouldn’t be here. I’m not myself —“

His name came echoing from the direction he had generally been going. She recognized Sam’s voice and gulped. It had a threatening, angry undertone, one that Jacob immediately shrank to.

“I know, cubby,” R mumbled. “I don’t know what’s happening to you, but please let me know soon. Happy birthday. I love you.”

R gave him a small shove in order to shut the door, but not before planting a quick kiss to his forehead. Jacob blinked and a smile trembled against his features, eyes gazing at R. The woman hit reverse as Jacob went to grab the door handle. She swore she saw him shiver, eyes glued to her and she drove out of sight.

~~~

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Edward fretted gently. “Why did you go to the reservation alone?”

The man had been waiting in the parking lot when she pulled in late. He almost seemed to glide his way over. Edward was rarely physically affectionate, but he wasted no time pulling her into a warm hug.

ER gulped and sunk into the hug. The snow had dissipated, leaving a blanket under her feet but a temperature, calmer wind. She reciprocated the hug, realizing that Edward, too was hardly in winter gear. But she was more used to that. He had explained that he had an incredibly rare blood condition that seemed to replicate traits of cold-blooded species. R’s research didn’t lead her far, but she trusted both Edward and his surgeon father.

“I… how did you know?”

“I know you, R. What did he do to you?”

“What - what do you mean? I don’t like that phrasing, Edward. And he didn’t do anything, but he’s clearly still sick. I mean, he was shirtless, burning up like crazy, and having strange and intense mood swings. I don’t know what he has, but I know it’s not Jacob I saw.”

“Did he touch you? Say anything?”

“I… I’m fine, Edward. Please, I’m cold and tired. I just… don’t feel like going to class or work tonight. Jacob was scaring me, but only because I was scared for him.”

Edward gulped and pulled away, reading how she shivered under his touch. He frowned and kissed her forehead gently. R smelled putrid, but he didn’t let that stop him from wanting to hold her near. If anything, it concerned him to the brink of madness. He knew that boy would be trouble. But he saw her memories replay the incident; Jacob had imprinted on R, something worst than he expected - but what baffled him the most was not only how intense Jacob reacted, but how R didn’t.

The couple took off to her home. Edward insisted on driving. He was worried about the roads icing over. She didn’t object, but was concerned. Edward was acting suspicious and strange. He never voiced any concerns about Jacob. But there seemed to be something she wasn’t picking up on. Perhaps his father was treating the man for his illness.

He kept his eyes glued to the road. R was quiet, which left him to his - and her - thoughts. He knew the signs. The moment their eyes met, he saw the change. The tenseness turned to desire which quickly turned to anger. And R felt nothing. Jacob had imprinted… but R did not imprint back.

It baffled him. Edward had never heard of such a case. He thought imprinting was a done deal, but… 

The man was grateful, but pitied how selfish he was. He knew R would be faced with hardships and choices. It’s why he wanted distance before confirming what happened to Jacob, but couldn’t help himself.

Hours later, R laid awake awake on top of Edward. She had the heater blasting and was bundled under blankets, but still felt Edward’s chilliness through his t-shirt. She didn’t mind, though. It was a nice combatant to the heat that stemmed from her legs.

“Please sleep, my love.”

R smiled up at him shyly. “It’s just, um, difficult,” she stuttered. “I’ve… never slept with a man like this before.”

She thought of the only man she’d ever shared a bed with before; this was entirely different. Edward and her were a tightly wound together as possible, while with age, her and Jacob had given each other distance to avoid speculation and awkwardness. 

Edward chuckled, starting to trace his perfectly trimmed nails through her hair. R relaxed into him. She’d never felt safer than she did now. But even so, adrenaline coursed through her. 

R never knew the touch of a man - even holding hands seemed foreign. She would include Edward as her first kiss (even if technically Jacob took the bait on accident during elementary school).

Edward’s mouth twitched, drawing her attention again. “Sweetheart,” he drawled,” I can tell I’m not the only thing on your mind. Don’t worry about him. It won’t do you any good.”

R blushed. It always felt like the man was managing to read her mind. It amazed her how attuned one another must’ve been for him to know her so well in the span of a few months. She felt embarrassed sometimes - she’d noticed him for far longer than he did her, and yet, Edward was incredibly difficult to read.

She nodded. There was something about Edward that almost made her feel at peace.

“I burn for you, R,” he mumbled, brushing his nose into the top of her head. “I hope to spend the rest of your life with you.”

~~~

That Saturday, R had since not hear back from Jacob. She sent a few texts his way, but managed to drown in Edward’s affections. However, by the weekend, she felt suffocated from it all, and due to signs of warmer weather (a high of 32), R desired to adventure through the forest near La Push, along the border of the reservation.

Edward had been fully against the idea - and as Edward was not one to be controlling, she almost considered agreeing.

She had trotted the beaten down paths - that weren’t technically paths but people treated them as such - so much that it felt second nature to her. She would have wanted to bring some art materials if she wasn’t sure about wether it would snow, and she was right to leave them behind. The moment she stepped out of the vehicle, small, slow flakes descended from the sky. She smiled and was quick to enter the wooded area, using the pine trees as an umbrella.

The forest was quiet with only the calls of the occasional wren and the snapping of sticks underneath her feat. R walked for over a mile, delving deeper into darker greenery and growing further from the road. She felt some dampness to her hair, but paid it no mind.  She could freeze to death and wouldn’t notice; R was home in the forest.

R paused on a small clearly, looking up at the sky briefly. She was hypnotized.

Snap.

R smiled and glanced over. Her shoulder, trying not to move. She was certain a small hare or bird had drawn near. But she was only baffled as she realized the twig had been right before her; small and dainty. And no creature was either fat or fast enough to break it and escape so quick.

“Strange,” R mumbled. She fully turned around, listening in. She was somewhat inspired by the rays that beat down in the direction she was facing and turned on her camera. The whiz as it opened disturbed the peace. Each button made their own sound, but regardless, she was unaware of wildlife in her surroundings.

She set the focus of the camera onto a tree, the background blurring slightly. She squinted her eyes shut and flicked a series of photos. R pulled it away from her face, checking the photos. The first couple were fine. But the last one startled her, making her glance warily around the location.

In the final photo was the blurry physique of a man that had run straight at her, eyes gleaming a deep red.

The camera clattered out of her hands and dangled at the wrist. She backed up from the clearing slowly. Yet the clearing was silent; not even birdsong interrupted it.

And after that image, she was starting to realize the lack of life was what bothered her the most.

She turned tail and began walking back toward the direction of her car. She had crossed up the slope so high that she skidded down the man-made, imprinted steps, bracing herself for slashes of sticks or leaves to slap at her face. 

R face planted at the bottom, feeling a mixture of dirt and snow invade her doors. She pushed herself up abruptly, and despite the pain in her face, she didn’t dare pause. The woman felt something off about the often tranquil forest. And although R hardly believed in ghosts, she didn’t want to take her chances. The outline was so clearly of a blurred man.

Crack.

Suddenly a large broken tree branch fell from up the slope and came rolling down toward her. R was limber enough to evade it at the last moment.

R didn’t dare waste another second and turned to take a far more direct route toward her car, despite the denseness of the trees.

Whatever was stalking her no longer made any effort in stealth. The treetops above her trembled and shook like maracas with such precision that whatever it was had no qualms keeping up with her. R spotted the clearing with a small stream and made a bounce for it, hoping to take the incline straight back to her vehicle to gain any sense of speed and control.

As she leapt on to the ice, something grabbed the hood of her jacket and threw R violently against a pine tree.

Black dots crossed her vision but adrenaline was pumping far too fast to stun her for long. The crunches of footsteps walked up to R as her vision cleared. She blinked, feeling her tears mix with the filth on her face.

A man with long, blonde hair and in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans leaned in front of her, tipping his chin toward her. 

“Now, who are you, hm? You smell so strongly of my kind… I hope your death upsets someone worthwhile.”

R screamed at the top of her lungs. The man let her push him away. However, he stepped to directly block the way to her car, and she was left with no other choice than to retreat deeper into the wilderness once more in a direction she was admittedly unfamiliar with.

The man’s cruel cackle echoed in the wilderness. He had not moved from his spot when R glanced back. She had a sinking feeling that she was doomed for.

R scrambled through a dense underbrush, feeling the scratches shatter at her eardrums and tear at her pants. Puddles splashed at her boots and, if not from the life-or-death situation, she would have been fully aware of the chills sent throughout her body.

After exiting the underbrush, she ran into a stone cold wall. The man had been ahead of her effortlessly. He clamped down own her shoulders, freezing her in her place.

“That’s enough playing with my food,” the man chuckled sadistically. 

“I - I promise I won’t tell anyone,” R pleaded. “Please, just let me go! You’d be found out immediately —“

“I’m not so sure that’s true, sweetheart.” His eyes grazed upon her body. “After all, honey, when I’m done with you there won’t be much of you left recognizable.”

The man brushed hair out of the side of her neck, sniffing in her scent. She panted and twisted in his grip. ‘Dear god, I can’t die this way. Please…’

A sense of whiplash suddenly assaulted her all at once and R was sent back sprawling. She fell back against a solid shape that skimmed by, not unstable branches. Her hands clawed at the ground as she saw a pack of ginormous wolves descend on the man. One had wrapped an arm clean off the freak, although he had escaped at an accelerated rate. R had never felt such intense fear before.

R turned, not thinking anything through. She only knew to go the opposite direction of the chase to get away from those genetically modified beasts, even if that only lead to more directional confusion.

A lightly toasted brown coat met her eye-to-eye. Its snot bumped right into her chest and it took a step back. The… wolf… had such soulful hazel eyes in that moment. R was sure she had met her end. R gulped and took a step back.

That seemed to break it from its stupor. Instead, the beast went flying past to chase after the man.

She did not take her escape lightly and ran deeper into the woods.

~~~

Hours had passed since R had come back to her senses, only to realize it was far too late. She had ran for what felt like an hour, often changing course without noticing where that course even was. And by the time her legs had crumpled for her, a hazy darkness had fallen over the forest. 

R was battered and bruised. Her jeans had some major rips in it, allowing for blood to skid down her skin. Her winter coat had several puffs of stuffing dripping out. Her face was muddy and wet and scraped to high heavens. Worst of all, her hands were numb. It took several minutes to fumble with her phone enough to turn on the flashlight function. She could already decipher the lack of signal from only a glance.

The wind had picked up, although the dense shrubbery only allowed small lacerations of bone-chilling cold. Although it was only seven-thirty, the sun had almost escaped.

R would be left in the cold to freeze to death all alone. What a sorrowful way to go. 

She wouldn’t make it far wandering in the dark aimlessly. R did not want to die. She had never been happier to be a drug addict as she thought to the very minimal protection in her pocket: her lighter.

R used up the remaining sunlight to find a more shelter location. Although the underbrush was wet, she was able to claw her fingers through enough dirt to find warmer, drier soil. She was using up the last of her strength to build whatever fortress she could before stealing the dry layer of pine branches to build a small fire.

The fire did not affect her as quickly as she hoped. Keeping busy with her tasks still managed to keep her mind off her impending doom, though. She’d built a warm little cocoon that would last her the night before attempting to retrace her steps the following day.

She thought of Edward and her friends. Bella and Charlie. She thought of her friends, although most prominently Jacob. R tried not to feel despair at the twist of fate. Edward had told her not to go, or at least not alone. She wondered how he knew something was going to happen to her.

[changisworld]

Watersports with Seungmin

word count:2,022

18+, MDNI!! smut below the cut

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

Seventh part of my eight part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

Kinks & pleasures masterlist here main masterlist here

->SMUT WARNINGS: Piss(obviously), dom!seung??, subbish reader, so much praise, face sitting, mention of omorashi, hair pulling, tinyyy bit of manhandling, fingering(f rec), cum eating, piss digestion, reader is a bit shy, but comes out her shell:3, seungmin cums untouched hehe

->If this isn't your cup of tea, simply don't read, I know this is a more of a taboo kink compared to pretty much everything I've written so far but ever since I've came to the realisation I luv it,I just needed an excuse to write it heheh, remember & always research new kinks before trying to stay as safe as possible!

You & Seungmin have clicked extremely well since the minute you both met, emotionally, physically & also sexually, very sexually.

You both quickly come to the realisation that you're both very open to trying new things & you both also fall into your roles almost instantly, it now being obvious that he is the dom & calls the shots, you have always been a switch but you never complain at the dynamics, on the odd occasion you try switch roles, Minnie is quick to shut it down (but you'll switch the roles one day)

When Seungmin was sitting with you in your bed, his head on your chest as you twiddle your fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp as you're just scrolling on your phone.

"Y/nnnnnn, I wanna tell you something." he speaks nonchalantly, elongating his words as his own eyes still glued to his own phone, you simply hum a 'mhmm', not expecting what he is about to say at all, but that's mainly your own fault because you should know that he really has no filter around you & the chances of him saying something outlandish is extremely high.

Seungmin takes a small but still overdramatic sigh before continuing He asks, his voice trying to sound natural but you know him far too well by now to know he is a bit nervous to ask & even more nervous to hear your response, turning up the volume by one on his phone to try ease the small bit of tension.

You already kinda knew this question was gonna come up at some point, as his obsession with making you squirt at least once every time you orgasm & also the way he just loves the look on your face & the ay you react when he forces you to hold your bladder while he gives you yet another drink.

"We could try it, but it's a bit scary, what if I embarrass myself or you like, throw up or something." you half joke, turning off your phone & tapping his cheek, indicating for him to look up at you, but he moves himself to look at you as he hugs into you, scoffing at your words.

"Wayyy worse things have happened during sex, remember when I literally almost died from when you almost snapped my banjo when you were on top! I know I won't throw up so don't be silly! I'm dying to try, nothing you do would make me cringe, unless it's you biting ice cream in front of me." he chuckles before kissing your cheek & flashing you his gorgeous toothy smile, his pretty cheeks pressing so cutely against his features.

That's how you've ended up in the position you're now in. You're laying on your back on your bed, with two layers of towels covering the duvet, because you for some reason both think just two layers is enough to keep your sheets dry. You're laying naked, your room a nice, warm comfortable temperature as a random christmas smelling candle is burning as seungmin is nibbling on your tongue as he kisses you deeply, him also being naked, not including just his boxers that are uncomfortably tight around his already hardening cock.

"Are you still fully sure you wanna do this? We can still do something completely different or we can do what we usually do, I won't be upset." Seungmin asks, his voice soft as he parts his lips with yours & looks into your eyes, his hand caressing your lower tummy, right above your full bladder from the multiple glasses of water you've drank just for this moment.

"Wanna do it, I trust you" you smile at him as your fingers daintily touch over his faint abs. Seungmin smiles at you that little bit extra as he nods his head & kisses your nose before he rolls you both over so you've switched positions, Seungmin now on his back & he is quick to grab onto you to help you straddle him as he shuffles his head off the pillows so his head is on the towel too.

He wraps his arms beneath your armpits & pulls you down to lock lips with you again as his fingers push down on on your bladder, making you squirm as you tense up in his hold.

"want you to sit on my face, c'mere" he rasps, excitement in his voice. You would say no to absolutely anyone else if they were to ever ask you, but you shove all your nerves about potentially hurting him down your throat as you follow what he says, almost as if you're in some sort of spell.

You position yourself above his face, his eyes glistening up at you, darting from your face, to your tits, down to your leaking pussy, admiring each one for the billionth time.

"You look so pretty from here, letting me do this to you, thank you jagi" he mumbles in awe as he pulls you down onto his face & the verbal response that you were gonna give him dies in your throat as you let out a gasp, his tongue not wasting even a second before he's making quick work of parting your folds with his tongue, groaning at your taste.

"Fuck Minnie, tongue feels so good" you whimper as one hand rests on the headboard of the bed & your other hand finds it's way into his hair, it's usual spot & you tug on it lightly, giving him the slightly painful but pleasure he is now addicted to.

Seungmin hums at the taste of you, the taste genuinely being in probably the top five things on this earth. His nose nudges against your clit as his tongue decides to get a stronger & deeper taste, fucking it's way into your soaked hole you accidentally grind on his face before putting a quick stop to it, but he is having none of it as he grabs onto your ass to push & pull you back & forth against his face, making your eyes scrunch closed.

You throw your head back as Seungmin's lips suckle on your clit, slurping your wetness & also his own spit back into his mouth before spitting it back onto you, just to repeat the process & your mind is going numb, you can already feel your orgasm starting to bubble but you're forcing yourself to hold back.

You keep mumbling out small praises to the man sucking your soul out of your body, his tongue curling around your button & kitten licking it at a rapid pace. One of his hands move from your ass & lands it on your lower tummy before he starts pushing down on the skin, not too much but enough to make you quease at the feeling, making you try jolt away from the feeling, but he's quick to keep you in place.

"Seung, wanna cum" you whimper as you look down at him, his eyes already looking up at you in almost amazement, looking up at you if he is the cat that got the cream & in his mind, he has.

He lifts you off him just enough to finally speak, using the opportunity to also actually breathe since he's been too happy in between your thighs that he's forgot how to actually take a breath.

"Don't cum till you do what we agreed, maky? Want it so bad, let go for me" he pants, his lower face shiny with your arousal. While he says this, he enters two fingers into you, so you're still getting some sensation & to make sure your upcoming release doesn't completely disappear.

"Don't needa pee Minnie" you whimper, obviously lying as your hips thrusting to get more feeling from his fingers curling inside you, hitting just the spot & Seungmin pouts as he presses even harder down on you bladder & you squeak, clenching has hard as you can to not burst & he tuts.

"Don't lie, you're so good f'me all the time so don't stop now, wanna taste you as much as possible hunny" he purrs before pulling his fingers out of you & then pulling you back onto his face, getting back to massaging your cunt with his tongue as he then taps his two fingers at your lips & you open your mouth to suckle on them instinctively, but all the while, the urge to just completely relax & let go is getting more & more tempting.

Your legs begin to tense up & start to shake as he keeps pushing on you bladder as his tongue suctions onto your clit, his pretty pink lips wrapped around it & by the way your thighs are moving around his head, he knows you're close.

"G-gonna pee Min, wanna cum" you squeak finally swallowing the last part of the pride you have left & you stop clenching, letting all your muscles react & before you have even a second to stop yourself or have any second thoughts, you've let go & a golden stream escapes you, coating the man beneath you's face, your own thighs & also quickly making it's way through the layers of towels, no doubt soaking the sheets below, not that you could be paid to care anyway.

Seungmin moans at the sight & taste, the taste so completely raw & unfiltered in the best way possible as he pulls you just off his face & he slithers three fingers into you this time, bullying into your G-spot as the gush slows down, but your orgasm does anything but that, as you feel it catching up to you quicker than you think it ever has before.

"So good for me y/n, so beautiful, I can tell you're close, cmon" he purrs, looking up at your shaking frame as he is bashing his fingers against your gummy spot & his words just push you over the edge.

You were already clenching around his fingers before, but he is convinced you're gonna rip off his fingers with how hard you're clenching around him as you grip onto the headboard with both hands as you're breathing rapidly, letting out a squeal as you cream around his fingers.

Your orgasm seems to be lasting forever but who is Seungmin to complain? He came five minutes ago untouched so he is just honoured that you're cumming because of him.

Once you settle down & are actually able to open your eyes, Seungmin slowly removes his fingers from your gushing cunt & helps move you so you're laying on the only dry spot left on the bed, which just gets wet anyways as Seungmin moves around, your piss dripping down his pretty toned skin onto the bed.

"How was it? Be fully honest!" you ask, slightly nervous for his response, kinda terrified in case it was nothing like he wanted or expected it to be. "Better than I thought, thank you for letting me try it with you, trust me when I say I loved it, even came in my pants" he giggles & you look down & see a huge wet patch & you giggle back, blushing that you've had this effect on him.

"Let's get you & this room clean mkay? the room doesn't smell of christmas anymore" he teases as he helps get you in the shower before hopping in with you & helping you both clean each other.. after he strips the bedsheets.

->Anon list & tag list is open!

[lostinlovingrevery]

VANN how are u doing!!

u said Logan head canons hehe

well im dying for some good protective Logan and my favorite trope is hiding injuries just for the other to find out and get all upset and worried. ugh it eats every time.

HIIII ROSE!!!!! HOW ARE YOU BABES, HONEY PIE! SUGAR BUNS!

I'm okay- I was writing old man logan smut yesterday and I have to stop myself because it straight up felt blasphemous what I just typed out lmao, It was still easter. I should NOT be writing smut rn. Sorry Jesus.

Anyhoo!

its not easter now. smut will be on its way.

PROTECTIVE LOGAN!!!!!! God would I give ANYTHING to have that man be cooing and worried over me. So concerned with your wellbeing before anyone elses- including his own. *dreamy sigh*

and you're so right, that trope is that ABSOLUTE BEST!!!! I think it would be nearly impossible to hide anything from logan. from his sense of smell, impeccable hearing, and the fact that he's probably SO in tuned to you and what you're doing that he'd know the moment you got hurt unless you were straight up in another state. However if you do manage to hide it!!! And he finds out!!! mM.

OH, i do have a hurt/comfort fic i'm working on- it's sort of protective logan, with a reader who got hurt on a mission that he wasn't on! It'll be sweet.

Protective Logan Headcanons

this is more based on some small scenarios but I want to write a bigger post regarding this soon!!!! wound and injury tw below!

WOO LOGAN IS PROTECTIVE

SURPRISE SURPRISE!

Years of losing people has led him to be that way. I imagine the Xmen would be a great way for him to realize that he CAN protect people with those fierce claws of his

not that he hadn't realized it before but after a few life saving missions he definitely gets a bit of a complex

anyhoo I think Logan is discreet about it initially. Maybe you go out for a friends night and he's like alright be safe- giving you a kiss and turning back to the tv, completely calm, but you don't see the worried look on his face as you walk out the door. He spends most of the night sick to his stomach and checking his phone wondering if its too much to text you for 6th time tonight

Hes the type that will always have a hand on your when going through busy crowds. Holding your hold or keeping you looped under his arm. If you're seperated he WILL be hunting you down like a bloodhound

you're halfway across the festival you convinced him to take you for date night- got split up- and you're about to call him and figure out and BAM. Hes just there.

"Stop running off from me."

(he blames himself for letting go of your hand for one goddamn second)

If you're apart of the x-men, god knows he worries about you nonstop during missions

Knows you're capable- but he really can't help but come in and make sure you're taken care of

"Ya don't need to get those pretty hands of yours dirty sweetheart"

If you somehow do manage to get yourself hurt during a mission, maybe he wasn't on this one- you decide to keep it to yourself

Tis just a flesh wound

When you get back you try to avoid him initially- a quick kiss and you're like "okay im going to shower" and run off before he could pick up on your pain (freakishly in tuned at whats going on with you)

Locking the bathroom door and taking shaky breaths because you over exerted yourself before pulling off your shirt to look at the bandages that have bled through. Hank helped you get fixed up but not before you threatened him to not tell ANYONE. He was still insisting on you getting fixed up in his lab but Logan would get sus

you're only determined in hiding this thing because you don't want logan getting all...logan. about it.

however you didn't consider the fact that logan ALSO likes to snuggle. amongst...other proclivities with you and would eventually discover the bandage wound

but before that he heard your pained breaths first and practically breaks down the bathroom door to find you trying to clean your stitches and rebandage yourself

you're like

and he's just. taking in the scene.

"What the FUCK happened?"

Another, more angsty scenario is maybe when you're both on the same mission and you get hurt without his knowledge

you know he's going to freak out- and you're finally (totally fine)

trying to hide it, keep yourself calm and together (lmao this is totally me I can pull off the BEST poker face when i'm in pain)

Wasn't till the mission is over and your walking back to the jet- he's happy, loving on you and everything and then BAM

you cough up blood (GASP yes im using that trope)

THE FEAR ON HIS FACE!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!

"Baby?"

cue the dramatic collapse

you think that man can loathe himself so much already? you havent seen it yet when you get hurt

he wasn't there to protect you

He's TERRIFIED. Youre taken away to get fixed up. He doesn't know what to do

pacing and freaking out. no one can keep him calm.

once hes told youre okay he bursts into the room where he does not leave your side, not while youre sleep and not when you're awake

of course you wake up and he's cooing over you. In his mind he wants to lecture you for ever hiding something like that from him but you're exhausted and in pain, time and place

safe to say, he may start thinking about the both of you retiring from the xman and pursuing a bit more domestic life.

[just1cefor4ll]

—You’re the kind of person they write rock songs about

—modern!au Viktor x fem!reader warning. not proof read, might be OOC, swearing

part one || part two || part three

‼️A/N. if anyone wants to be added to the taglist for this fic, let me know!! ‼️

‘I need someome to show me the things

in life that I can’t find.’

With a loud thud, Powder burst into the room, stumbling over her own feet and nearly causing your morning coffee to spill all over your art project—a project due in just under a week. "Powder! Jesus—slow down!" you exclaimed, letting out a frustrated groan as you steadied your coffee mug. Taking a long sip to steady your nerves, you swiveled in your desk chair to face her, one brow raised in curiosity. "So, what’s got you in such a rush?"

Powder was practically vibrating with excitement, her energy contagious enough to turn your initial annoyance into amusement. "You know that café with the whole vintage, 80s vibe you’ve been dying to visit?" she began, her tone filled with anticipation. Immediately, your ears perked up, and your confusion began to shift into hope. “Yeah, what about it? They’re always booked solid. Did something happen?” Instead of answering, she squealed with delight and shoved her phone in front of your face. On the screen was a reservation confirmation—a table for eight at 12 o’clock.

Your eyes widened as you did a double take. “No way.” Checking the time, you saw you had exactly an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready. Without hesitation, you pulled Powder into a quick hug and kissed her forehead before running off to prepare.

As you enter the bathroom you decide to style your hair in the way you always did for special occasions. It was a routine you knew by heart, and the familiarity calmed your excitement enough to let you focus. Opening your chaotic closet, you scanned its contents and grabbed the first outfit that caught your eye. You layered it with accessories that reflected your personal style before glancing at the clock. "Forty-five minutes," you muttered, impressed with your speed. Thankfully, waking up early to shower and do your skincare routine meant you had saved yourself a lot of stress—a rare victory you silently thanked your past self for.

Powder, now pacing the dorm trying to think of what to get at the café, noticed you were ready and practically dragged you to the full-length mirror she had insisted on bringing to your shared space earlier in the semester.

"Wait! Stay still," she commanded, snapping a quick picture of the two of you. You struck a playful pose at the last second, making her giggle as she added the picture to her camera roll, no doubt planning to post it later along with the many already planned ahead photo ideas she had in mind.

Powder grinned and grabbed your hand, practically bouncing out the door as you both made your way toward what promised to be an unforgettable day.

Oh and unforgettable it was.

You arrived at the subway station and met up with everyone— except Mel and Jayce who decided they’d go by car since it was the best possible option for them as they were out earlier that morning and were just 10 minutes away from your destination.

Viktor was seated next to you while the others had run off to find a place to sit in the packed space which had been a bit uncomfortable since everyone was standing body to body and god knows how many pervs were lurking around. You absentmindedly scooted closer to Viktor, bumping into his cane which almost hit the person standing next to you before you luckily caught it. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry I wasn’t thinking straight— shit, is it damaged or anything? I’ll buy you whatever you please at that cafe, I’m sorry.” You stuttered out, earning a teasing grin from Viktor. “No harm done, but if you’re offering..” You breathe out a relieved sigh, chuckling sheepishly; “I mean I don’t mind getting you something. It could be like a thanks for listening to me and my band play.” And with that, it was settled.

When the train pulled into your stop, everyone spilled out onto the platform. Ekko stumbled dramatically, throwing his arms up as if he’d just escaped certain doom. "Oh my god fresh air!" he exclaimed, drawing laughter from the group. “Alright, let’s go," Vi said in a commanding tone. "We’ve got twenty minutes until our reservation, so move it, squirts, and Vik." She said, Powder flipping her off as a faint; “Hey! Why’d you leave Viktor out of your pathetic try at an insult?” could be heard as all of them climbed up the stairs ahead of you and the man mentioned.

The walk to the café was surprisingly quiet, save for Powder and Ekko’s chatter. Viktor’s cane tapped rhythmically against the pavement, a sound that seemed to echo in the silence. You fiddled with your sleeves absentmindedly, still replaying your earlier clumsiness in your mind. Noticing your fidgeting, Viktor broke the silence. "I heard you’ve been wanting to visit this place since the start of the semester," he said, his tone more observational than questioning. You looked at him, caught slightly off guard by his comment. "Yeah," you admitted, your voice softening. "I’ve always loved the vibe. It’d be a dream to play there, but it’s just one of those things that probably won’t happen." Viktor frowned slightly at your words. "Why not? You’ve got the talent. And, dare I say, a very charming personality. There’s no doubt you could swoon the manager over and into giving you a gig—maybe even by next week."

His confidence in you made your cheeks flush, a shy smile spreading across your face. "Viktor, you really have a way with words it’s truly admirable," you said with a laugh. "You know, you’re the kind of person they’d write rock songs about."

Before he could respond, you giggled and darted ahead to catch up with the rest of the group, who were now gathered at the café’s entrance. Viktor watched you go, a faint smile playing at his lips before he made his way over to where Jayce and Mel were waiting.

The café was a dream come to life. Warm signs flickered gently against the dark wood walls, and the faint crackle of vinyl played on an old jukebox in the corner. Every detail—from the checkered floor to the vintage records and trinkets on the shelves.. it all felt so unreal. The stained glass also added on to the whole vibe, the colourful glass reflecting the suns beautiful rays onto the floor, walls and even booths giving it that magical touch.

You couldn’t help but smile as you took it all in. Powder was already snapping pictures with her phone, Ekko leaning into the frame and striking goofy poses. Caitlyn and Vi claimed the booth’s corner seats, their hands brushing as they shared a menu. Jayce and Mel arrived shortly after, bringing the group all together.

The energy was vibrant, the table filled with overlapping conversations and laughter as everyone admired the café’s welcoming and cozy aura. Viktor took a seat beside you again, his quiet presence somehow grounding amidst all the noise.

"See?" Powder beamed, nudging your shoulder. "Worth the rush, right?" "Totally," you admitted, leaning back and savoring the moment. "This place is amazing." As everyone placed their orders, Viktor leaned slightly toward you, his voice low so only you could hear. "Do you still think playing here is just a dream?" His question caught you off guard. You looked at him, unsure of how to respond. "I mean... yeah? It’s not like places like this to just hand out gigs to random people. I doubt they’d want a rock band playing here anyway.. especially not college students.” He let your words sink in for a while before a small smile tugged at his lips. “Who knows. Sometimes you just need the right connections to make things happen.”

Before you could press him on what he meant, the food and drinks arrived, and the table erupted into excitement. Plates of waffles, milkshakes, coffee and a whole bunch of other delicious dishes were passed around, each one looking like it had stepped straight out of a retro diner ad.

Ekko was the first to dive in, immediately stealing a bite from Powder’s plate. "Hey!" she protested, smacking his hand away with a laugh. Everyone dug in and continued their conversations, you yourself indulging in a conversation with Mel and Jayce who were curious about your career choice and major which you were more then happy to talk about. They stared in awe as you explained how you met each member and how you all formed the band, Powder and Ekko later joining in and as did Caitlyn.

At some point, Viktor excused himself, disappearing for a whole 15 minutes but you decided to let it go, indulging in whatever topic your friends had brought up.

When Viktor returned, he wore an expression that was far too pleased with himself. You raised an eyebrow, but he simply shrugged and slid back into his seat, redirecting the conversation effortlessly.

The group lingered at the café for over an hour, soaking in the atmosphere and sharing stories. When it finally was time to leave, you felt a pang of reluctance but pushed it aside, grateful for the experience.

As the group made their way out, Viktor fell into step beside you. "You might want to keep your calendar clear for next weekend," he said casually, his tone light but meaningful. You frowned, confused. "Why?" "Let’s just say you’ll need it free," he replied cryptically, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

You wanted to press him for more details, but the others were already calling for you to catch up. The walk back was just as lively as before, Powder and Ekko bickering playfully while Vi and Caitlyn walked hand in hand.

All the while, Viktor’s words echoed in your mind, sparking a tiny ember of excitement you couldn’t quite extinguish.

The days that followed Viktor’s very vague message had you up and restless all night. You tried to keep yourself busy—between classes, band practice, and working on your art project, you thought you could distract yourself with but Viktor’s words lingered like a riddle you couldn’t solve.

Powder was no help either. “You’re overthinking it,” she said casually one night as you both sat in your dorm. “Am I?” you asked, strumming a chord on your guitar. “He tells me to keep my calendar clear and then refuses to explain anything. How am I not supposed to think about it?” Powder shrugged, lying back on her bed with her phone in hand. “Look, maybe it’s something cool, or maybe it’s just Viktor being, y’know, Viktor. Either way, freaking out isn’t gonna help.”

You sighed, knowing she was right, but it didn’t stop the curiosity from eating at you. Viktor was too intentional, too precise for this to be random. Whatever he had planned, it wasn’t something small.

By Wednesday, your patience had worn thin. After class, you spotted Viktor in the library, surrounded by notes and his laptop, indulged in his work. Deciding you couldn’t wait any longer, you walked over and slid into the seat across from him. He looked up, mildly surprised but not displeased. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked, knowing exactly why you were there.

“You know exactly why I’m here,” you said, folding your arms. He raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. “Do I?” “You’ve been playing this weird game of mystery all week,” you said, exasperated. “Come on, just spill it already. What’s going on?” Viktor chuckled softly, amused by your little outburst. “You’re impatient,” he observed. “Yeah, and you’re avoiding the question,” you shot back, brows furrowed with annoyance.

Viktor’s smirk widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Perhaps. But where’s the fun in revealing everything so soon?” You narrowed your eyes at him, torn between frustration and curiosity. “You know, not everyone enjoys playing your shitty guessing games, Viktor.” He leaned forward, resting his hands lightly on his cane. “And yet, here you are, thoroughly invested.”

You opened your mouth to retort but stopped, realizing he was right. “Fine,” you said with a resigned sigh, leaning back in your chair. “But if this turns out to be some overhyped bullshit, I swear to god Viktor I’ll smash my guitar against your head.” You said, of course not meaning the petty threat seariously since guitars were hella expensive but you definitely were annoyed.

Viktor’s chuckle deepened, the corners of his mouth twitching in a rare, genuine smile. “Noted. But I don’t think you’ll be disappointed rockstar.”

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[highwayorgantrade]

Safe House

Pairing: Female Reader! X Soap

Request: Nooo

Summary: Oh no! A bunch of soldiers posted up in your farmhouse bed and breakfast?? Whatever shall you do!! Should you fuck them??

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, volume (keep quiet), unprotected sex, cervix kissing 

Author's note: Okay listen y'all I did not plan on doing this whatsoever. I was in the middle of writing a Graves thing when I got this idea and I knew I just had to get that damn little brain worm out before it ruined my life further. This is gonna be a series!!!!!

The mission had gone wrong. Oh, so horribly wrong. 141 thought they were smart by teaming up with Los Vaqueros again to take down a trafficking ring - “Positive international relations,” Price had called it. “We even got imported muscle.” He grinned, referring to the 6’10” man they had called in, after hearing of his ability to do his job and keep his mouth shut.

 However, the ring had decided on the same tactic, bringing in a nearby cartel to defend their location. Quickly, way too quickly, the group was overwhelmed, frantically phoning in to Laswell for extraction.

“Don’t worry,” She sighed, after directing the seven men to a relatively safe area, the black-tinted SUV already flying gravel. “I have a friend.”

You had just so happened to be the friend. Well, the relative was more accurate, being her sister-in-law. You knew what she did for work, but you never thought she would call on you for help with it.

“Please, (Y/N), it’ll only be for a few days, I swear. A week, tops.” She called you early one November morning. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” And you knew she wouldn’t. The fact was simple: You had lived relatively nearby, and the bed and breakfast you operated and lived in certainly had the facilities to house eight people, and it so happened to be the off-season.

You were eager to accept, happy to help your sister, and it would be nice to have some muscle with the chores that needed done around the property. When the SUV pulled up, you quickly regretted your decision. You had expected a house full of military boys, tearing around like a pack of dogs, but out stepped six of the most attractive men you have ever seen, all completely different, but equally as handsome and rugged. Two were masked, but Christ, were they big anyway. As they loaded packs out of the van, you stepped into the grass, the cold air causing you to draw your cardigan tighter around yourself. When you approached, you kept a safe distance - partly because you didn’t know them, but also because you were afraid that if you got too close, you’d get lost in the intricacies of their faces.

“Hey!” You spoke finally, the rustling of the dying leaves nearly drowning you out. “I’m (Y/N), I hope the trip out wasn’t too awful!” You internally cringed at yourself for giving them the usual spiel you reserved for guests, but continued anyway. “Come on in, all the rooms are pretty much the same, but you can pick, so… that’s something.”

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” One of them finally spoke, casting a friendly grin your way, and you turned quickly to hide the burning on your cheeks. 

You were proud of the way your property looked, hidden well off the road in a small forested area, the whole thing had kind of an eclectic feel to it, but you still felt kind of strange leading them into the common area. 

“Okay!” You clasped your hands together, and tried to remember that you were only a housing opportunity - they had more important things to focus on. “Well, uh, I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can, but you might see me flitting about here and there. What’s mine is yours.” Some nodded their thanks, others were making quick work of checking their bags for God knows what, and one, the one in a skull mask, merely stared down at you, his large arms crossed on his chest.

Okay… You took that as your cue to leave, and you quickly stepped out the back door, hoping to make progress on your chores before the sun set.

The frigid air felt nearly unbearable compared to how hot you were burning in their presence - you didn’t even realize that you were slightly sweating. With a sigh, you reminded yourself of your responsibilities. Repaint the gazebo, refill and hang the bird feeders, and fix the greenery so everything is in full bloom by summer. Leaves crunched under your step as the half-painted gazebo came into view. You could hear voices coming from your house, a few with different accents, mostly British, but you could pick out a Scottish, a vaguely German, and a couple Spanish lilts. A booming laugh echoed, and you relaxed your tense shoulders at the sound. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Kate.” You mumbled as you settled into the grass and popped open a paint can.

She was pretty. It was the first thing Soap had noticed. It looked like she belonged here, in the woods, with the wind blowing her hair and birds singing in her presence. No doubt she kept them well-fed. He had barely listened when she spoke - he was much too focused on how her sweater wrapped tightly around her body, or how her eyes seemed to physically sparkle with curiosity. She had said something, Soap had no idea, but he responded anyway. Something about the drive? The rooms?

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” He answered, stabbing that it was an appropriate response. The way she averted her eyes and a hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips told him that he was successful. When she turned around to lead them into the safehouse, Price gave him a nudge and shook his head ‘no.’ No fucking Kate’s pretty little sister? Might as well ask him to walk on fucking water, next. 

She had promised to make herself scarce, and Soap was silently thankful. He didn’t want this woman caught up in what they were doing, and he didn’t want her to know something that could get her in trouble - Laswell would never forgive them. When she left, Alejandro was the first to speak.

“Nobody talk to me about this mission tonight.” He grumbled, and Soap recognized that as a request long ago, based on the way his jaw was clenched nearly the entire drive to the location, muttering what Soap assumed to be expletives every so often. He trudged up the stairs with his bag, Rudy trailing not far behind. 

“Right, then.” Ghost spoke, rolling his shoulders and pulling out a map of the enemy facility and laying it on the wood table, and Soap nearly laughed at how out of place it looked. “If they’ve gotten support from that gang, it eliminates them from support from anyone else, and makes them a target to others, not just us.”

“We need to get to them first.” Konig’s hand landed on the map, gesturing vaguely at an entrance. “This was lightly guarded.” Soap stared at the location, before his eyes flitted out the window to see you approaching a gazebo outside, and he itched to get this out of the way.

“Aye, they might reinforce that entrance since they know it’s weak now. Leaves somewhere else open to vulnerability.” Soap strategized, his eyes lingering on how your hands ran through your hair, and JESUS, how did it still look perfect after that? A light thump on the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked back to see Gaz with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. 

“No-go, mate. Red zone. Laswell would have your head on a stick.”

“Might be worth it.” Ghost chimed in, following his gaze to the woman.

Price pointed a warning finger to Ghost, his face stony.

“Ghost, stop instigating. Gaz, leave Soap alone. Konig…” He took a breath, considering the man had nothing to do with their antics. “Good job. Soap, I wish I had control over who a soldier decides to sleep with, but I don’t.”

“That girl in Ibiza left a bad taste in your mouth, Cap?” Soap retorted, recalling one of his more infamous hook-ups, and Price laughed loudly.

“Lesson for the inexperienced,” Ghost turned to Konig. “Remember your date’s name or she will throw a knife at you.” Konig shook his head at this, and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

“Sounds like my kind of woman.”

Soap had already tuned the ribbing out, and when Ghost packed up the plans, he was already tracing your path, walking out the back door to meet you.

A rustling of leaves caused your head to perk up, and you turned to see the one who had spoken to you earlier, a small smile on his face.

“Need any help?” He tilted his head at the gazebo. “More hands make less work ‘n all.” You looked back at your work, having made minimal progress since you began. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure. If you want.” You responded, pulling the paint tray out in front of you so he could take the spare paintbrush. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I’m Johnny. Most of the guys call me Soap, though.”

Soap? The nickname seemed to come out of nowhere, and you crinkled your nose at this.

“Why do they call you that? You shower more than everyone else or something?” He laughed at this, reaching up to cover the underside of a railing in white paint, and you fought to keep your eyes from lingering on his arms.

“Good at cleaning house, love.” Soap corrected you, your lips pursing at the nickname. “How long have you had this place?”

You shrugged, simply happy that he was making conversation with you.

“Coupl’a years. Since I was twenty. Bought it as a dump and flipped it.” He makes a noise of approval and takes a deep breath. 

“Your, uh, boyfriend live here with you, does he?” At this, you can’t help but allow a laugh to tear through you, both in recognition of what Soap was doing, and out of pure shock that he was doing it.

“Not sure where my boyfriend lives, I haven’t met him yet. Let me know if you find him, though, yeah?” Soap shook his head.

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for the offer.”

The back and forth with Soap left your head reeling, and you considered your options as you painted in silence. Kate would kill you if she found out, but she doesn’t need to find out. It has been terribly long since you’ve even been on a date, or even had sex for that matter, and Soap certainly isn’t the worst looking man in the world. He clearly had a great body, and you delved down the rabbit hole of how his arms would look pinning your arms above your head, his battle-worn dog tag trailing cold electricity down your chest.

A flash of yellow light pulled you out of your musings, and a firefly landed on your knee. You took a deep breath and turned to Soap, his attention garnered by your sudden movement of waving the small bug away.

“Do you wanna have a drink tonight? With me?” Your face was comically serious, and Soap let out a soft chuckle as he replaced the lid on the paint, taking the brush from your hand.

“Aye.” He stood, sighing a bit at the noise his knees made, and handed you the paint tray.

“I’ll, uh, go put this up and meet you inside.” You offered him a small smile, and his head tilted at you, trying to hide his own.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soap had to stop himself from running back into the house. Giddiness coursed through him, and he burst through the door to see Gaz, Ghost, and Konig sat in various places around the living room, the TV tuned in to the local news.

“Get the fuck out.” He stated simply, his eyes wide and a dumb grin on his face.

“Pardon?” Ghost barely spared him a glance, and Konig automatically stood, silently confused as to where he was supposed to go. Gaz merely stared up at him.

“I said,” Soap wrapped his hand around Ghost’s bicep and pulled, forcing the man to stand, and Gaz followed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You sendin’ us to bed, then, eh?”

Soap picked up Ghost’s bag for him, and shoved it into his chest, nearly pushing the men up the stairs.

“I am.” He turned to Gaz, his mouth already open to protest, and pointed a finger in his face. “If you fuck this up for me, I will end you.” 

The second the three men shut the door to their respective rooms, you stepped back into the house, locking the backdoor behind you.

I raised an eyebrow at the television, and grinned at Soap.

“Did you turn on the news?” I ask, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from cabinets, pouring us both a fairly full glass.

“Yeah, it’s a new form of foreplay.” He laughed, taking a sip. “Learnin’ that we world is shite.” 

“Oh, so foreplay is important to you?” And that question was your first step. He glanced at you from across the kitchen island, and you could just see the gears in his mind turning, figuring out the best way to get himself into your bed. Honestly, he could have asked to bend you dead over the kitchen counter, his large hand pulling your hair as leverage as he thrusted into you from behind.

But your imagination always runs wild.

“Mm. ‘S very important.” You cocked your head at his answer, and he shrugged. “I prefer to have a girl simply beggin’ before I even think of finishing.” He took a step around the island, not quite in front of you, but leaning on the side. You sipped your wine again, trying to cover your reaction to his answer, but there was no wine glass big enough to cover how you pressed your legs together, one hand gripping the counter with slightly more force than necessary.

“How do you do that?” It was an effort to keep your tone even , trying not to show how badly he was affecting you.

“Eh.” He set his wine glass down, finger lightly circling the base of the stem. “Usually have ‘em coming a few times before I get my own.”

Holy fuck. You needed Soap, and you needed him bad.

“Ah, so only good reviews then?” Damnit, why is your voice suddenly higher? You cleared your throat to try to get it to return to normal, and the fucking bastard smirked at you.

“So far. Tell me, love.” That damn nickname again. “When was the last time you were fucked?” You opened your mouth to answer, but it didn’t matter as Soap began talking again. “Ah, lemme revise that. When was the last time you were properly fucked? The last time someone had you cryin’, had you just stupid on their cock?”

You were buzzing, shaking slightly at Soap’s vulgar words. His accent got lower, rougher as he spoke, and you could feel your arousal tying a knot in your throat.He simply stared at you, waiting for your answer with a dumb smile on his face, like he already knew.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me…” He began, in mock sympathy. “Never?” You shook your head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

In all reality, you’ve never orgasmed with someone else. It was all only you, and you learned quickly not to say this, as all men would try to be the first. Then you’d end the night by lying, and they would go with their egos inflated.

You both stood, the tension in the kitchen more than you could bear, and just as you were about to dismiss yourself for the night, Soap wrapped a hand around your forearm - Not tightly enough to worry you, but just enough so you looked up at him, your faces inches from each other.

“Love, I don’t like to, uh, think I’m all that, y’know?” He cleared his throat. “But I’d like to try. Show some thanks to our host.”

In one last attempt at quieting down your own perverse thoughts, you set your wine glass down, and looked at the floor.

“Ah, you don’t need to thank me Soap.”

“I absolutely do,” He responded immediately. “I really do need to. Nothin’ better than a pretty face while I work.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering all the ways this could go bad. Every single one was overrun with the way Soap was searching your eyes, silently pleading for you. With a purse of your lips, you poured the rest of your wine down the sink, and smiled.

“Absolutely.”

You barely got the words out before Soap wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs, searching for any room that didn’t look like it was already occupied.

“Mine’s on the other end.” You breathed in an effort not to laugh at his eagerness, and he turned on his heels toward a door that was differently painted than the rest. He placed a hand over your head, protecting you from a bump as he ducked through the doorframe, and less-than-gently set you on your bed, locking the door behind him.

When he turned, you didn’t see the sweet man offering to help you with painting, you saw a soldier. A soldier tuned into your every breath, every movement, and every thought. He kneeled in front of the bed, between your legs, and began planting lighter than air kisses on your ankle, untying your shoes and setting them to the side haphazardly.

“Red means stop.” He whispered against your skin, traveling upward to your knee. “Yellow is slow down, green is good. Repeat it.”

“Red is-“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he delivered a light bite to the inside of your thigh before kissing it again, and you could feel him smile against you. “Red is stop. Yellow is slow. Green is good.”

“And where are we now?” He breathed against the spot right where your thigh met your most sensitive area, and you felt your stomach jump.

“Green. So, so green.” A whimper escaped you, and Soap tsked, like he was about to scold you.

“Stay quiet, lass.” Teased Soap, as he slid your shorts down, along with your underwear, and he whistled lowly. “A Chriosd ann an ifrinn, seall ort, a nighean bhòidheach.” And with that, he licked one long, thick strip up your cunt, dipping down to tease your hole with his tongue. Soap was eating you out like a man starved, and you were obsessed. 

Light, breathy moans left you, ever so aware of how quiet everything else was. 

“Tell me what feels good, love.” He punctuated his command with a nip to your thigh, pulling your mind out of the pleasure-induced haze. His tongue traveled through your folds, eyes trained on you to see your reaction to his ministrations. Soap’s lips wrap around your clit, fingers toying with your soaking entrance, and it felt like all rational thought had left you. You didn’t care about who exactly was between your legs, nor if his team could hear your desperate mewls.

The pressure inside you was building, and your movement was strange - trying to wriggle away from the incessant barrage against your clit, and trying to grind impossibly closer to Soap’s lips, and by his huff, it was clear he had enough of that. One large arm wrapped around a thigh, his other pressing down on your abdomen, and the only noise Soap could muster was a few low groans as he continued devouring you.

The knot inside you was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like it was going to snap any second. A split moment of panic ran through you as your back arched off the bed, Begs and cries tumbling out of your lips before you could think of them.

“Soap, please, please.” You cried, hands aching from gripping the sheets. “Please don’t stop, please…” Staying true to your direction, Soap was unrelenting against you, the combination of his sucking, biting, and licking at your clit had dizzy spots appearing in your vision. With one hard push on your abdomen, and a particularly slow drag of his tongue at your entrance, you felt that snap, and you finally understood why it was called the Little Death.

Your mind had gone completely blank, mouth open in a silent scream, and your thighs clamped around either side of Soap’s head, where he still had yet to stop drinking you. It felt like your heart had even stopped beating, until the pounding was heard in your ears. As Soap continued, you felt your body lurch upwards, fingers tangling in Soap’s hair until he finally looked up at you, his hand coming back to slide a finger into you.The sudden intrusion forced a gasp from you, and he gently kissed your thigh, where you noticed the ache that predates a bruise.

“How we doin’, love? We okay?” His voice was impossibly sweet, a complete 180 to how he just made you feel. You nodded, despite feeling like every single sense in your body had been blown out. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, your walls pulsing around him.

“Green.” You confirmed breathily, and he smiled a wolfish grin before adding a second digit into you, his pace quickening. A quick flash of aggravation and desperation coursed through you, and you knew how to get exactly what you wanted. 

You looked down at him, eyebrows upturned in a pleading look, and your doe-eyes were working overtime. 

“Please, Soap, just fuck me.” You said, voice higher and more gentle than you thought it would come out, and he groaned, rolling his head against your leg. His fingers took on a ‘come here’ motion, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the feeling.

“Ah, I know what you want. You want these…” Soap planted a kiss on your thighs, interrupting his own speech. “God, these pretty thighs pinned behind your head, taking me so well, takin’ me so good.” He looked absolutely pussydrunk, his eyes darting between your eyes and his fingers, tsking and offering a slight noise of false sympathy when a tear rolled down your cheek. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel that fire building inside of you again. “Christ, love, you wanna come again, huh?” You nodded furiously at his question, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your tits. A bright look crossed Soap’s face, and while his hands continued, his mouth met your hands.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, and before you could think, he bit down - the orgasm that crashed through you was stronger than the last, and the muscles in your thighs screamed from being clenched so tightly. You felt his fingers work their way out of your pussy, hissing at the feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty thing?” His face was almost smug as he climbed up on the bed, one hand going to your lower back to effortlessly raise you, and he peppered light kisses on your sweat-covered face. Of course you want him, how could you not? Your body was buzzing with the aftershocks of two orgasms, and here he was, lining himself up with you.

“God, yes, please.” You breathed, hands coming to rest on his back. Soap brought his lips down next to your ear, sending another shock straight to your core.

“Beg better.” He punctuated his command by rubbing his cock through your folds, and you twitched when the head ground against your already sensitive clit. Beg better? Fuck you, Soap. 

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you and, hopefully, how serious you looked.

“Fuck me, Soap. Now.” 

The simple instruction was all it took for him to push inside you, and it was like it activated something in him - Soap simply could not shut up.

“Ach, mo Dhia, tha thu a 'faireachdainn cho foirfe timcheall orm. So perfect.” He planted a kiss to your temple. “So perfect, my pretty girl.” 

You brought your lips up to his neck, kissing the curve where it meets his shoulder, and his babbling only continued as his cock dragged against nearly every nerve, your broken moans echoing through your room. God, his slow pace was nearly agonizing, you wanted more, you needed more. It was like Soap read your mind as he paused, hooking your knees above his shoulders, effectively pinning you into the mattress. He flashed you a wicked grin before he began his jackhammer pace, and this new position had him reaching impossibly deep inside you.

A vague, low ache began in your abdomen every time he bottomed out, his head kissing your cervix every single time. The depth combined with his pace, his groaning and endless praise in your ear - it felt like it was all culminating in a perfect storm, one that was threatening to break down every fibre of your being.

“Fuck, Soap, I’m going to-” You interrupted yourself with a low, hoarse groan, your admission only spurring him on as he replaced his hold on your knees with his hands.

“Look at me, love, I wanna see it, I wanna see you.” His stuttering hips told you he was in the same spot as you, and you both were not going to last much longer. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He growled, and that was all it took for you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably as you released around him, and your ending brought his own on. Curses left him lips as he buried himself inside you, collapsing next to you.

“Ach, come ‘ere.” He breathed, reaching his arm out to hook around your waist and pulling you to him, one leg wrapping around his waist. One hand rested on your jaw, planting kisses on your forehead, cheek, anywhere he could get access to. Your body felt numb, and you knew he stayed true to his word - you were fucked absolutely stupid. You wanted to talk, you wanted to ask where this left you? Would you ignore that this happened? Would it recur? Would he tell his team about it? You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t - The song of crickets and his heartbeat was a lullaby, and one that you couldn’t fight.

The snare of sleep overtook you as your heart rate evened out, and only one thought was on your mind before you gave up the fight for consciousness:

You really fucking hope you don’t regret this.

[beah388love]

Shark week

Full Masterlist Freaks and geeks Masterlist

Pairing: Daniel Desario x Fem!reader

Summary: Your period decides to attack you so you can’t make it to school and call in sick.

Warnings: period, swearing, bad language, mentions of blood, mentions of weed and pornos!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

++ I’ve been trying to add this to my Pinner masterlist but it won’t work every time I’ve tried! Please tell me how to fix it if you know!!!! & I have a lando post coming soon!!! 💛🧡

“Y/n! Y/n! Wake uuppppppp!” Your little brother screamed as he shook you and poked your arm.

You jumped up confused as to what was happening “what?! What’s wrong?” You asked worried and he looked at you with widened eyes “Y- your bleeding!” He said distraught, you was confused until you looked down at your legs and saw the blood covering your bottom half and only was it then did you feel the uncomfortable wet patch under your ass.

“Are you okay?!” He asked you worried and you quickly rushed to cover his eyes with one hand “I’m okay Mikey! I just uh- I’m on my period..” you said and he nodded “I remeber! Sometimes you bleed on your period!” Michael explained as he remembered the last couple times you’ve been on your period and needs help getting toilet roll whilst on the toilet.

“Mikey can you go wake up everyone please? Not dad though don’t wake up dad.” You asked and he nodded before carefully and quietly running off to wake everyone else up.

You took this as your chance to get up and have a quick shower and change into some new clothes and change your bed sheets.

You was checking your phone when you saw Daniel messaged you but you doubled over and held onto your stomach, it felt like your uterus was trying to kill you.

“Ah oh my fucking god! You son of a bitch” you shouted in a whisper as you held onto your stomach.

You powered through your cramps making sure to get all your brothers to school first.

“Breakfast for you, you, you, you, you an- where’s Joey?” You asked when you reached his empty chair “he wouldn’t wake up” mikey and Ben said in unison, “I can wake him up” Wayne said and you smiled “it’s okay Wayne I’ll do it” you said.

“did you wake Tommy up?” You asked mikey and he shook his head as he chewed on his bacon.

You walked towards joeys room as you shook tommys bottle in your hands mixing the warm milk. Joey was lying on his bed with pillow covering his face. “I know you’re awake.”

“I don’t want to go.” he said into his pillow his speech muffled, “why?” You asked as you sat down next to him removing the pillow from his face.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Talk to me.” You said and he sighed as he sat up.

“I just- I don’t know- Sam’s been ignoring me and I don’t know why.” He admitted with a sad huff.

“Well I think you should go to school and ask him. Straight to his face and whatever he says I guarantee can be changed, explained or talked about.” You said and he nodded with a smile.

“Okay I will.”

“Alright c’mon then go eat your breakfast! Love you.” You said making him laugh.

“Love you too” he said as he left to go eat his breakfast.

You huffed as you got up from his bed “now to wake Tommy up….”

You leaned over the cot and gently lifted up Tommy resting him in your arms as he began to cry “I know I know..I know you hate wake up time, I do to.” You spoke softly as you fed him his bottle, his cries dying down.

You walked back to your brothers and they had all finished breakfast and surprisingly had all their school stuff ready, “get in the car please guys” you said and they all quickly got into your car. You had to buy a shitty seven seater car for your birthday since you couldn’t fit all your brothers in your dad’s car so you had to sell his.

“Can somebody give Tommy his dummy?” You asked as you looked in the mirror and smiled when you saw Ben carefully putting his dummy in his mouth.

“Thank you”

You tried to focus on the road as your cramps attacked you.

“Ah fuck” you whispered “that’s a bad word!” Mikey giggled as he pointed at you.

“I didn’t say a bad word! I said..duck” you said trying to save yourself and it somewhat worked.

“Yeah yeah.” Mikey said crossing his arms and sitting back in his car seat.

-

“Okay bye I love you!” You waved through the half rolled down car window, Joey and Wayne looked at you confused.

“You’re not coming?” Wayne asked and you shook your head.

“I’m in so much pain I can’t I’m calling in sick but ill pick you up okay” you said and he nodded, “Ibuprofen is in the cupboard” Wayne said and you smiled with a nod “okay thank you, I love you” you said as you began to drive off “love you too” he said before he you drove away.

“Where’s y/n going?” Joey asked wayne.

“She’s sick so she’s staying at home” Wayne said playing with the zip on his bag before walking off to meet up with his friends.

“Okay…” joey said confused.

- Daniel’s POV:

I leaned up against y/n’s locker waiting for her, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

“Where’s y/n?” Ken asked as he walked up to me “I don’t know she was supposed to be here, she hasn’t even responded to my texts” I said and he frowned confused.

“Maybe she’s running late? She does have to take her brothers to school.”

“Nah she messaged me yesterday that she had to take her brothers extra early so she’d meet me here.” I explained and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno but I’m sure she’s fine” ken said patting me on the chest but I didn’t let it go.

“Class is in 5 desario! Get your stuff together.” mr. Kowchevski warned as he walked down the hall.

“Wait Sir! Do you know where y/n is?” I asked him and he groaned.

“I’m not allowed to give out students information desario.”

“I’m her boyfriend” I huffed and he rolled his eyes at me

“Fine…can you at least tell me if she’s okay?”

“No desario, I already told you I can’t give out students personal information! Now get to class.”

I sighed as I looked at the clock again until I saw her brother Wayne putting his bag in his locker.

“Hey! Uh- Wayne where’s y/n?” I asked him leaning on the locker next to him.

“Why.” He muttered not even looking my way.

He is very overprotective of his sister I learned that the first day I met him and he took me aside and threatened me if I hurt her, obviously I wouldn’t but he still doesn’t like me that much.

“She uh- was supposed to meet me ten minutes ago” I said scratching the back of my neck trying to ease the tension.

“She’s sick. She’s not coming.” Wayne stated looking at me with an annoyed expression before walking away but i caught up with him.

“Wha- what do you mean she’s sick? What’s wrong with her?” I asked him trying to walk with him and he huffed “Stop. Just- look, she’s on her period okay? She’s having really bad cramps. Can I go now?” Wayne said and I nodded putting my hands up defensively and he sighed walking to class.

I quickly opened my locker and grabbed my bag “hey! what are you doing?” Ken asked me confused “I’m leaving.” I said and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever dude, it’s your detention.”

“Yeah yeah I know that. See you later, make sure to get the notes for that test for me tho!” I said and he nodded with a fake smile before walking the opposite direction of me.

-

I drove to the shops to grab y/n some things, I walked in and looked around finding her favourite chocolate and snacks that part was easy. But then I got to the ‘women’s section’

“Heavy flow? Medium? Or light…?” I read out confused, “a diva cup? What is that…for tea?” I said to myself as I held the box confused.

“Do you need help?” A worker asked me and I nodded embarrassed. “Uh yeah- my girlfriend is on her period and i need to buy her some things..” I said and she nodded with a smile.

��How old is she?” She asked me and I was confused what did her age have anything to do with this?

“Uh- sixteen” I said and she nodded as she grabbed two boxes one blue and one purple.

“I remember her having purple in her bathroom” I said furrowing my eyebrows trying to remember, I took the purple box from her with a tight lipped awkward smile.

“Thanks” I said and she smiled, “Aw it’s fine, I’m sure your girlfriend will appreciate your efforts. Most men don’t even acknowledge periods” she said a pinch of angriness in her voice at the end.

“I’m not like that..she’s really something special” I said smiling as I thought about her. “Awh..well I hope you have a good day..here you go” the lady smiled as she handed me the full plastic bag. “You too, thank you” I said before leaving the shop.

—

I knocked on y/n’s door, leaning in the corner of the wall, I heard her mutter something annoyed before she opened the door. “I already said I don’t want your stupid Wi-Fi shit-“ she said as she opened the door, she looked awful. Her hair was messy, she had a hot water bottle on her lower stomach, her eyes were red and sore, her cheeks were puffy and her lips were a little swollen from crying.

But she still looked so beautiful. She looked real, So naturally beautiful. No makeup just her real beauty.

“Daniel? What are you doing here?” She cut me out of my thoughts, “I uh- Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed and she rolled her eyes angrily about to shut the door.

“Hey! Don’t shut the door! I was just kiddin” I grinned, she opened the door glaring at me.

“Why are you here?” She asked me again.

“Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed making her roll her eyes. “I’m really not in the mood for jokes Daniel i have to look after Tommy and my dads asleep an-“ I cut her off with a kiss and she smiled “I’m here to help…are you going to let me in now?” I asked and she rolled her eyes playfully as she opened the door wider to let me in.

“You go lay down. Give him to me” I said and she smiled as she handed Tommy to me carefully, he stared up at me with his big blue eyes, he’s one of the cutest babies I have ever seen in my whole life.

“Alright, you go lay down and I’ll heat up the hot water bottle” I said and she sighed in relief as she laid down on the sofa.

“Be quiet though because of-“

“Your dad I know, I know” I smirked and she rolled her eyes with a grin as she laid back down onto the sofa.

“Alright tommy, shh shh it’s okay” I whispered softly as I placed him into his cot for his nap.

- Your POV

“What’s in the bag?” You asked as you saw Daniel place it onto the table, “just some things for you” he smiled as he filled up your hot water bottle.

“Here you go baby” he said as he handed you the hot water bottle along with placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hunched over in pain, “ah!” You hissed scrunching your face up in pain.

“Cramps?” He asked and you nodded not opening your eyes until the pain stopped. “Guess this is a good time to give you the stuff I bought” Daniel said as he hopped over the sofa and grabbed the bag.

“Right…i got you your favourite…strawberry pencils and the fizzy ones!” He said as he grabbed them both handing them to you, you gasped making him smirk “you know me so well…” you said opening them.

“And I got crisps..a dvd of Goonies and I also got you some period thingies” Daniel said making you laugh at the end.

“How did you know what ones to get?” You asked and he got all flustered. “I uh- I remembered seeing purple ones in your bathroom and one of the ladies at the shop helped me a little” he admitted making you giggle.

“I love you so so so so much” you giggled kissing him all over his face making him laugh.

“Oh and last but not least I got…chocolate!” He grinned holding it up and you gasped happily as you snatched it off of him quickly opening it and eating a piece.

“I love you so much Daniel, thank you” you smiled as you gave him a hug and another kiss on the cheek.

-

Daniel put the dvd in and grabbed your duvet cover from your bed and threw it on the sofa along with your pillows,

“Comfy?” He asked as he looked down at you, squashed between the sofa and pillows “yup” you said popping the p.

He climbed in with you and you laid on top of him, your leg hiked up to ease your cramps and your hot water bottle perfectly on your lower stomach, burning in the perfect way.

Daniel smiled when he felt your breathing slow and when he heard your small snores, he looked down and smiled at your face squashed on his chest. He placed a kiss on your head before watching the tv again. He bared through the pain of the scorching hot water bottle on his stomach, after all he’d have them all over his body as long as it eased your pain.

He was sweating though and had to pull the cover off of him but you was still knocked out and happy.

Until…you woke up from a sharp pain in your abdomen, it felt like someone punched you as hard as they possibly could multiple times.

You groaned out in pain catching Daniel’s attention “you okay?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head. “Ahh no it hurts so fuckin bad” you bit on your lip to distract yourself from the pain but it didn’t work.

“Here drink this” Daniel said as he handed you some water, “you sure you don’t want to have a tablet?” He asked and you shook your head “no. I’ll have one if it gets worse”

“Alright your decision” he said as he moved the hot water bottle directly on where you was holding your stomach. The pressure slowly went and the pain stopped and you sighed in relief.

“Are you good?” He asked and you nodded into his chest, snuggling your face into his neck.

“I love you” you said and he smiled looking down at your snuggled up form on top of him “I love you too” he replied and not minutes later was when Tommy woke up and began crying.

“Ugh” you groaned as you was about to get up but daniel stopped you, “I’ll get him don’t worry, just go back to sleep” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you smiled at him as you laid back down.

He got up and quickly went over to his cot, “sh sh..uh right your bottle…ah! There it is” he spoke to himself as he rocked Tommy in his arms and fed him his bottle.

“Hold his head higher” i said softly as I watched him feed him, “you’re such a softie.” I teased and he rolled his eyes at me.

“Whatever.” He said moodily making me laugh.

“You hungry?” I asked and he nodded “I think that hot water bottle burnt my stomach” he half-joked as he rested Tommy on his chest in his arms.

“Why aren’t you at school?” My dad asked making us both jump as he stood against the wall with his arms crossed.

“God! Dad you scared me! Why are you out of bed!”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“School finished early, today’s a half day.” I said and he nodded “so why’s he here?” He asked and daniel tucked his lips in an awkward smile.

“He came over to hang out..now why aren’t you in bed? you know your arthritis-” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll go to bed later I just wanted to watch a film thas’ all” he cut me off giving me a kiss on the head before rolling a fag and smoking it outside.

“You promise your fine.”

“I swear I’m alright.” He said as he took a puff from his fag before chucking it on the ground and stepping on it.

“Now move over so I can put my show on.” He grinned as he shoved me jokingly, making me giggle.

We watched his show with him, daniel cuddled me in the corner of the sofa and my dad took Tommy off of him, cuddling with him on his side of the sofa.

“I better go pick my demonic brothers up.” I sighed as I got up and my dad gave daniel a look behind my back, gesturing for him to go with me.

Daniel knotted his brows confused until he got what he meant “I’ll go with you..” he said and I smiled “really?”

“Yeah as long as that’s okay with Mr.Kelly?” Daniel grinned and my dad rolled his eyes “don’t call me that. And yes it’s fine you can leave now…shitheads” my dad laughed and I jokingly hit him on the back of his head before leaving with daniel.

-

Daniel rested his hand on my thigh as he played a game on his phone, “which brother are we getting first?” He asked and I giggled.

“Uh- your favourite actually” I smirked and he gasped “Mikey?” He said and I nodded laughing as I pulled over outside his school.

“C’mon princess let’s go” I teased as I got out the car

“Don’t call me that” he warned half jokingly as he took my hand in his, swaying them as we walked to his classroom door.

“Hey y/n! Mikey! Your sisters here!” The teacher smiled and mikey came toddling out with his bag and a piece of paper, he gasped when he saw daniel making us both laugh.

Daniel bent down with his arms wide open “Danny!” He exclaimed as he threw himself into his arms. “Mikey!” He cheered as he wrapped him up in a hug.

“Alright hugs over, we gotta go get the others.” I smiled and mikey nodded with a giggle as daniel rolled his eyes.

“Fineee” daniel teased as he took mikeys hand in his.

-

“Hey uh y/n? I don’t know how to do this…” Daniel said confused as he tried to connect mikeys car seat straps. I laughed when I saw mikeys uncomfortable face.

“Move over I’ll do it” I laughed as I connected the seatbelt with ease.

“You stupid” mikey laughed pointing to daniel.

“Hey! I’m not stupid you little-“ Daniel cut himself off as he tickled mikey making him squeal a laugh. “Stop! Stop! Noo! HAHHAHA” he screamed laughing so hard his cheeks hurt.

“I sorry! I sorry!” He surrendered and daniel stopped tickling him with a smirk.

“Right…now ben…” I said as I got out the car.

“You stay here with mikey” I said and he nodded.

Once I got Ben he hopped in the car and smiled when he saw Daniel “why are you here?” He asked confused and daniel faked an offended gasp making him laugh.

“Ben look what I made!” Mikey showed him his picture of your family, you, him, Ben, Joey, Carl and Wayne and both your parents. “Wow! It’s amazing mikey” he smiled and mikey nodded in pride.

“Right now for my favourites….” You said sarcastically as you parked in the school car park and waited for your three brothers.

“Wayne hates me.” Daniel complained and you grinned

“He doesn’t hate you he just doesn’t trust you.” I corrected him and he rolled his eyes at me as he looked out the window to see Wayne there who was not happy…

Wayne glared at daniel as he walked to the car and opened the car door, he got in the car without a word. You was about to speak up when Carl and Joey got in the car too.

“So how was school?” You asked and Carl smirked “I got in a fight” he said and you shook your head.

“You can’t keep getting in fights Carl!” You said sternly “i didn’t start it!” He defended himself and you gave him raised an eyebrow at him and he looks at you honestly.

“Alright well apart from that then how was school?” You asked and he nodded “it was good.”

“What about you Joey? You and Sam okay?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“I chickened out” joey said reluctantly when he saw you frown, “pussy” carl mumbled and Joey glared at him

“Shut up Carl” Joey yelled

Joey poked his tongue out at Carl causing a small fight. They began pushing each other “hey! don’t touch my drawing!” Mikey argued as he pushed himself into the corner of his car seat as far away from them as he could, Joey hit carl on the arm harder “Hey you little shit!” Carl yelled as he hit him back harder “No fighting in the car! You guys!” You shouted and they finally stopped after sticking out tongues again.

Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the drama all happening at once.

“So…” daniel said awkwardly

“Oh yeah! Here you go daniel I have those things you asked for-“ Carl said as he went to grab something from out his bag but Daniel stopped him in a panic.

You looked at him confused “what things?” You asked and Carl looked at you both not knowing what to do…does he open his bag or?-

“The pornos he wanted.” Carl rubbed the back of his neck and tucked in his lip trying to hide his grin when he saw Daniel face to bright pink.

“Is that it? I thought it was going to be weed or-“

“What’s weed?” Mikey asked and you paused “it’s uh- just a flower!” You said saving yourself.

“How do you know what weed is?” Carl asked smirking and you smirked back.

“From uncle Dom…how did you get those pornos?” You snapped back and he widened his eyes.

“Uh-“

“Exactly.” You smirked and daniel,Ben,Joey and mikey all laughed even Wayne.

“You got done!” Joey said dying of laughter.

“Shut up Joey!” Carl flipped him off and you rolled your eyes “no swearing at each other!”

“These drives are the highlight of my week” daniel chuckled and you shook your head laughing.

[cutietrait]

SIMTUBE VIDEO: “MY 5AM PRE-SCHOOL WORKOUT ROUTINE! 🏋️‍♀️💪 #FitWithCitra”

The video opens with a soft chime of upbeat music, the camera cutting to Citra Gunawan’s bedroom mirror, where she stands adjusting her matching SulSulMelon workout set—a sculpting sports bra and high-waisted leggings in a trendy burgundy shade that flatter her effortlessly.

Her sleek ponytail is immaculate, her skin still fresh from the previous night’s skincare routine. With a knowing smile, she hits record on her phone.

“Okay, you guys have been flooding my comments asking for my workout routine, so here it is—my 5AM pre-school workout! Yes, I wake up at five. No, it never gets easier.”

She lets out a dramatic sigh, then grins at the camera.

“But let’s get into it!”

The screen cuts to a montage of her rolling out her yoga mat in her home gym, tying her sneakers, and stretching out her arms. A soft caption appears on screen:

“Rule #1: We do NOT pull a muscle before first period.”

“I like to start with a quick warm-up because, let’s be real, I am NOT about to pull something before my 8 AM econ class. We’re talking:”

✔️ Jumping jacks (2 minutes)

✔️ High knees (1 minute)

✔️ Arm circles (because we need to be graceful while suffering, duh)

A sped-up clip of Citra mid-jumping jacks plays next—her breath slightly uneven but still radiating main-character energy.

She pauses mid-exercise, placing a hand on her hip. “Okay, now we’re warmed up, let’s get into the real workout. I like to keep it simple but effective—cardio + functional strength training, because I need endurance for swim practice and definition for, you know, looking cute.”

She winks.

The screen cuts to a sped-up montage of her moving through each exercise, with bright, aesthetic on-screen text breaking it down.

🏃‍♀️ Cardio Burst:

🔥 Bicycle Crunches (3 sets of 10—yes, they suck, but it is what it is)

🔥 Mountain climbers (3 sets of 30 seconds—feel the burn, besties!)

🔥 Jump squats (3 sets of 15—pretend you’re jumping for joy, even if you’re dying inside)

💪 Functional Strength:

✅ Bodyweight squats (3 sets of 20—booty goals, trust the process)

✅ Push-ups (3 sets of 15—yes, we do them on our knees sometimes, no shame!)

✅ Plank hold (1 minute—crying is optional but encouraged)

The camera jumps to a shot of Citra sprawled dramatically across her yoga mat, fake gasping for air.

“And that’s my morning torture—uh, I mean, workout.” She laughs, wiping imaginary sweat from her brow.

She sits up, grinning at the camera, before walking over to her full-length mirror. Picking up a SulSulMelon water bottle, she adjusts her leggings with an effortless flick of her hand.

*“Also, can we take a moment for this SulSulMelon fit? It’s giving snatched; it’s giving effortlessly chic; it’s giving ‘I totally woke up like this.’”

A quick cut highlights the fabric of the leggings, the high waistband, the way everything stays perfectly in place.

“Their leggings are buttery-soft and stay in place no matter how many burpees I cry through, so 10/10 recommend. You can use my code CITRAFIT20 for 20% off your next order! #sponsored #butIreallydoLovethem”

The screen flashes with a cute animated promo code, before cutting back to Citra taking a sip from her branded water bottle.

She checks the time on her phone, eyes widening in faux panic.

“Okay, I have like 15 minutes to shower and make it to class, so wish me luck. Let me know in the comments if you guys want a post-workout stretch routine next! Byeee!”

She waves at the camera, her signature bright smile locking in the perfect final frame.

The video fades out, the on-screen text appearing:

“Like & follow for more! 💕 #LAIS #WorkoutRoutine #MorningMotivation”

The comment section immediately explodes.

🔥 “HOW DO YOU LOOK THIS GOOD AT 5AM??”

🔥 “Not me watching this from my bed.”

🔥 “Ordering SulSulMelon now. You’re an influencer, babe, admit it.”

🔥 “Yes please for the post-workout stretch, my legs hate me.”

Citra smiles, scrolling through the responses. Another successful morning.

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[sweetkpopmusings]

bang chan coworker headcanons <3

a/n: i'm once again sorry it has been so long !! life is chaotic, so my writing time had been reduced dramatically :-( regardless i hope this (and the other posts i'm forcing myself to finish soon) will bring you joy ! i really really wish chan was my coworker :,-) pics not mine <3

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none! | pairing: coworker!bangchan x gn!reader | requests: open

you met chan while staying late to finish up a huge report before the quarter was over

you stayed so late that the lights in the office automatically turned off, so, phone in hand as a flashlight, you walked through the dark office and hoped you could get this sorted before you completely lost all will to finish your work

unfortunately, your phone flashlight did not have a wide enough range to capture everything around you, which meant you were completely unaware of chan walking toward the same spot

you were made aware of his presence when you two bumped into each other and screamed

while you caught your breath, chan asked if you were okay

you replied, still unable to see much in the dark office, “who are you?” which made him laugh

“i’m chan, usually the only one who has to bump into things in order to find the override switch”

you laughed, and, once the lights came on, you realized you recognized chan from his frequent trips to the coffee machine

he recognized you by the fact you usually had headphones on at work, visibly enjoying whatever you were listening to that day

as you walked back to your respective desks, you made introductory small talk, feeling much calmer now that there was a very small chance of another jump scare

by the time you wrapped up, it was far too close to being the next day for your liking

chan, being as caring and responsible as he is, didn’t leave until he knew you were safely headed your way home

as a thank you, you decide to bring him a coffee the next morning

he was so focused on his work that you gave him a good jump scare when you said “hi,” which immediately sent both of you into a giggling fit

that solidified the chemistry between you two, and the rest was history

chan’s coffee habit benefited you, as he would buy a coffee for you on the mornings he stopped by a cafe

you always told him he didn’t need to, and he always said it would hurt his feelings if you didn’t have as much of a morning boost as he did every morning he saw you

his cheesiness aside, you were moved by the sweetness of the gesture

he’s also very much the "iced coffee is a meal" and "this is a latte so it counts as breakfast" kind of coworker i may or may not be that coworker so you put fruit or granola bars on his desk in the mornings

chan beams with joy every time he sees it, but he never lets go of believing coffee counts as breakfast

chan also makes several playlists for different moods at work 

he sends them to you whenever he has finished a new one, buzzing with excitement while he waits for your review

he'll send you an old one too if he knows you need to be uplifted, get in the zone, etc.

when you make him a playlist, he practically melts into a puddle on the floor

all of his friends have that playlist memorized because he plays it all. the. time.

and yes, all of his friends know just about everything about you because you are chan’s favorite part of the workday

chan invites you to little dinners or hangouts with his friends pretty regularly since they’re all dying to meet you

you are surprised by how much chan has told them, and fairly flustered by how much chan remembers about you from quick conversations 

he teases you for blushing, but his ears are bright red which seungmin points out immediately 

one of his other favorite things is when you can hang out after work just the two of you

sometimes, if you can get off early, he’ll insist on “going on an adventure” because you’ve been gifted with rare free time

the adventure often ends up being a trip to target or something casual, but you both have the time of your lives

your coworkers always know when you two are hanging out by the sound of laughter echoing through the office

chan’s dad jokes have gotten so much stronger since he met you because he finally has someone he can pester with them all day long

if you two can’t chat during the day because you’re swamped, or because your supervisors told you you needed to stop messing around so much, chan will message you a dad joke every hour and peek over his desk to watch you open the message

you two have to hold your hands over your mouths to keep from bursting into laughter

at this point, it’s so normal that your coworkers don’t get concerned when they see tears in your eyes

your coworkers also know when one of you is out sick or on vacation because you two are so different without the other in the office

lowkey they miss you two being together like you’re entertainment for the whole office

sometimes you end up staying late at the office together, but, instead of scaring each other while looking for the light switch, you listen to music while you work in peace

or you have deep conversations because you can’t handle looking at a document for another second

you’re both enchanted by each other’s minds, and it’s so easy to have life-changing revelations whenever you open up to each other

so, while working overtime isn’t ideal, you can’t complain because you get to do it together

chan would never tell you, but on the night you met, he had finished his work before you and  decided to stay so you didn’t have to be alone <33 

what he will tell you, over and over again, is that night was the best overtime he had ever worked because it brought you into his life <33333

[sabotourist]

Some thoughts on season 19

This is probably going to be one of the most personal things I ever post on social media. But I have some thoughts.

Sarge and Doc died. Doc wasn't even killed on-screen. Was barely even mentioned until the end. He died having only saved two people in his entire career as a medic. Sarge died, and Donut wasn't even there to see it happen.

Was he off grieving Doc? Was he just doing other stuff? I don't know. But he was gone.

Why was he actually gone? Probably for budget reasons. Time constraints. Studio trouble and issues with the engine or model or whatever else. Writing constraints that forced Donut and Doc into such secondary roles. Into dying off screen. Into not even being there when two people you care so much about die.

But like, how much of that was actually in the narrative's control? They had these limitations to write around, and it put these characters in situations where they couldn't be in narratively satisfying roles.

In some ways, it's the most brutal depiction of what life is like.

When I was 14, I lost touch with my best friend. I just didn't keep my phone on me often at the time. He died. I think, if he had lived, he would have gone on to do some absolutely amazing things. He didn't get to. He called me a couple days before it happened. I didn't see it.

Death isn't fair. But it's not the end.

I think, if the story had had more time, these characters could have had better roles. But life isn't always so kind. Death isn't always so kind. We lose people when we're not looking. We blink and people are gone.

Doc, Sarge, Church, and Tex are dead. Wash was in an institution again. Tucker just went through all that. Grif went back to earth.

That's... that's brutal. Why don't I hate it? On paper, I'd hate it.

I think it might be because it doesn't feel like a goodbye, or even the end. There are loose ends. A lot of them. There's so much pain there, so much healing and moving on to be done. Just because Grif went back to earth doesn't mean he and Simmons don't call all the time. Just because Donut wasn't here to maybe save Sarge doesn't mean he won't be there eventually.

Just because Doc only saved two people doesn't mean it didn't matter.

Life is brutal. Death is brutal. Shit happens. Shit that isn't fair. Whether it's people we love dying, or just studio drama fucking a show.

But... that doesn't mean it's the end.

Doesn't mean Simmons is going to be alone, doesn't mean Doc died for nothing, doesn't mean Sarge's sacrifice meant nothing, doesn't mean Wash or Tucker's lives are ruined, or that Caboose can't have a new best friend.

I like to imagine Donut taking up medical studies after this. Doc saved him. He's going to make damn sure that matters. Maybe Blood Gulch becomes something of a boot camp for some future loser rejects in need of a home that Simmons can guide.

Church, in all his forms, may be gone. But that doesn't mean they're going to be so quick to forget. Leave the past in the past. But still look back from time-to-time. It got you where you were.

Sometimes we pass memories down through stories. Sometimes, just in the choices we make throughout our lives.

But just... unfair things happened. To the show, and to the characters in it. To the people running it. My best friend died when he was 14. Monty Oum died in his prime. Life is tragic. But hey, it's not the end. It's just the start of something new.

Maybe it isn't perfect. Maybe it isn't ideal. Maybe it hurts. Maybe it'll never stop hurting. But it can still be beautiful. it still has meaning.

It may just be a silly show about Halo dudes, but it matters.

Tl;dr: Raven is stupidly sentimental right now

[daddy-dins-girl]

First Date: Frankie Morales

HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY Y'ALL!

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Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Summary: Based on this tumblr Ask. A full one-shot based on a quick little headcanon drabble I wrote about what a first date with Frankie Morales might look like. There's a little of backstory for Reader because it's me and you know I just can't help myself.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Fluff and smut (because we like to strike a delicate balance here). Porn with a sprinkle of plot (again, delicate balance). Cuteness overload during your date with Frankie (sign me up for this date please). Heavy makeout session. Mutual masturbation. Fooling around in the back of Frankie's truck because of uh... reasons. Read to find out! I think that's it for warnings. As far as my stuff goes I'd say this is pretty tame? lol. But if I missed anything lmk!

Notes: I hope there aren't any glaring mistakes here. If I find any I'll come back and edit. Tbh I wrote 99% of it on my phone because our wifi was down for THREE DAYS here (RIP me!). It finally came back this morning just in time for me to post this for Frankie Friday ❤️

You tap your phone’s screen to illuminate it and check the time for probably the fifteenth time in as many minutes to make sure you’re not running late yet as you stand over the bathroom counter putting the final touches on your appearance, wanting to look perfect for tonight. Nerves flutter in your tummy like butterflies and you have to constantly remind yourself to calm down, take it easy.

“It’s just Fish, nothing to get yourself all worked up about” Benny had offered earlier, unhelpfully.

Sure, to your cousins Benny and Will it was just their longtime friend and military buddy, but to you it was the very cute, though very shy, sweet guy that you had met for the first time only recently since you came to “temporarily” crash at your cousins place.

Temporarily had turned into three months far faster than you anticipated. You needed a fresh start, to get out of a not great situation and it was actually your Aunt who had suggested the move to you during your phone call to her on her birthday. Your mother had already been filling her ear with your personal drama it seemed and though she didn’t want to pry, she did want to help and she suggested getting away for even a couple of weeks, that her sons had lots of room at their place and would be happy to have you for a while. After a few phone calls with both Will and Benny they had settled any doubts you might’ve had and welcomed you with open arms when you showed up at their doorstep with little more than a single roller suitcase and a small potted plant under your arm. It was about all the possessions you had left after the less than amicable split with your ex that left you couch surfing at your friends for months before the transition to Will and Benny’s.

So now here you stand, in the bathroom of the guest bedroom you have been calling your own for three months, getting ready for a date with the painstakingly handsome pilot himself, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales.

You know how badly your cousins have been teasing you about the date, you can’t even begin to imagine the ribbing Frankie must have been taking from them since he’d asked you out last Sunday at a barbecue Will and Benny had been hosting and they’d somehow gotten wind of it. You’re surprised Frankie even kept the date, to be honest. Your cousins, you love them with all your heart, but they can be… a lot. You’re very glad Frankie didn’t back down to the pressure though. You’d seen him a fair bit in your few months here and have been dying for him to finally ask you out. You’d flirted enough and though he’d been quiet and shy in the beginning, the more you got to know each other, the more he seemed to come out of his shell around you.

So now here you were, moments before Frankie was due to show up at your door and you silently cursed yourself for not being as ready as you should be. You wanted to be ready and standing outside by now so that Will and Benny couldn’t get any more jabs in to poor sweet Frankie if he had to stand at the door waiting for you, but as you pull on the short, light denim jacket over your sundress you hear a bark of laughter from Benny and already you know you’re too late.

You quickly press some lip gloss on, run your hands through your hair to make sure it’s falling exactly how you want it to and then take a deep breath in the mirror and quickly scurry out of the bedroom to hopefully save the man that is standing outside on the porch.

“No keeping her out past curfew, no drinkin’ and drivin’, no crazy parties or gettin’ too handsy on the first date”

Benny is listing things off on his fingers to poor Frankie like he’s your father scalding your prom date and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Will, you said you’d both be nice” you complain out loud to the older of the two brothers. Will wasn’t much better, but sometimes talking to Benny was like talking to a toddler amped up on a pack of Skittles, there was no getting through when he got over excited about something.

The most ridiculous part about it was that you and Benny were about the same age so it was a little comical, though sweet in his own way, how he tried to ‘big brother’ you.

“Ah c’mon Ace, we were just joshin’ him a bit” Will replies, bright white smile gleaming at you with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Ace of course being the nickname they had stuck you with since you were old enough to remember. Any family event you’d ever attended whenever there was any sort of game or sport going on the two boys always ensured you were on their team, likely because you were the only one close in age to them but you liked to tell yourself that it was also because the three of you always had fun together. They have always been so competitive and any time they won (largely due to their own efforts) they were sure to tell everyone that it was all because of you, that you were ‘the ace up their sleeve’ even when you barely did anything. Hell most softball games you preferred to sit in the grass picking flowers while they ran circles around you like pro athletes, but it was sweet how they always made sure to include you and make you feel good about yourself.

“Well we agreed you two goons wouldn’t scare him away” you remind them with a playful roll of your eyes and a swat to Benny’s shoulder when you finally reach the doorway.

You can see Frankie’s appreciative gaze roam over you from head to toe and as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nervously adjusts his ball cap you know he’s itching to say something to you but probably weighing the pros and cons in his head about the two extra sets of ears hearing what’s meant only for you and so you decide for him. You shove past your two cousins, quickly tell them you love them and not to wait up and push them far enough back in the house so you can slam the door shut, finally leaving you on the porch with just Frankie.

“Hi” you breathe out, a smile spreading across your lips. He looks casual but deliciously handsome in a pair of dark tan khaki pants and an untucked light blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, putting his tanned and muscular forearms on display. He still has his infamous Standard Oil hat on, hints of chocolate brown curls peeking out from underneath it. You don’t think you’ve actually ever seen him without it, come to think of it. You try to picture him without it and an image just doesn’t come.

“You look beautiful” he tells you, a hint of shyness in his tone and a blush rises in your cheeks that didn’t come from a makeup stick.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about tweedle-dee and tweedle-A-D-D in there” you joke, gesturing a thumb over your shoulder at your two cousins who are currently fighting each other over who gets to look through the small pane of glass next to the door to watch your interactions with Frankie on the front step.

“Unfortunately I’m very used to it” he quips, giving you a warm smile. “Shall we?” He asks, sweeping an arm out towards his truck idling at the curb and you nod your head and lead the way.

Before you reach the truck however Frankie jogs up behind you to brush past and ensures he reaches the passenger door handle before you do and opens it wide, offering you a hand to help you up and inside. You both decide to ignore the whooping yells and hands slamming on the glass next to the door at the top of the walkway behind you.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, shall we?” You offer once Frankie’s climbed into the driver's seat next to you and he chuckles but nods his head.

“With pleasure” he agrees and pulls the truck away from the curb.

You’re driving for nearly an hour. Frankie had apologized already on several occasions, admonishing himself for not preparing you beforehand to make sure you wouldn’t be too hungry when he picked you up. You tell him it's fine countless times but he still admits he should’ve discussed his plan with you ahead of time.

“Hey, if what you say is true and these really are the best tacos I’ve ever had, you’ll not only be forgiven but I’ll be glad I was ravenous by the time we get there” you tell him and finally he seems to accept it and offers you a small smile, hand going to the dial on the radio to turn the classic rock tunes up just a little bit for the last few minutes of your drive.

The drive is nice. The ocean follows along in your journey when you look out your window and the way the sun sits in the sky you know it’ll be threatening to set not long after you arrive at your destination. Truth be told you were a little nervous when you first started driving and Frankie mentioned how long the trip would be. You worried that you wouldn’t have much to chat about or that it might get awkward but it had been anything but. Besides Frankie’s little bouts of anxiety about whether or not he should’ve mentioned to you what time you’d actually be eating, everything was going better than you had expected. The conversation seemed to flow easily between the two of you. You had enough jumping off points, with both of you having more than your fair share of stories or anecdotes about Will and Benny. You shared stories of your youths while Frankie caught you up on some of the more recent goings-on with them that you hadn’t been privy to since, before recently, you obviously spent a lot less time with them in your adult years versus the childhood ones. Before long the conversations shifted more to yourselves and your own personal lives and before you knew it Frankie was pulling the truck into a crowded parking lot in front of the beach.

You make your way through the throngs of people on the boardwalk, Frankie’s warm hand on your lower back a steadying presence as he guides you through the crowds towards the brightly painted green and yellow food truck off in the not-too-far distance. Your mouth is watering already and you’re not sure whether it’s for the tacos or the man on your left with the broad shoulders and thick arms but a gentle, calming touch.

If you had to venture a guess, it would be for the latter.

Frankie, to his credit, was absolutely right about the tacos. You’re halfway through your third one when you finally tap out and call it quits, unable to possibly stomach another bite - despite how delicious they are.

“I can’t. I want to, but I can’t” you admit defeat to what’s left of your dinner, tossing your napkin on top of your paper plate and holding your hands up in surrender and the corner of Frankie’s mouth curls up into a smirk.

“They’re good right?” He grins at you from across the picnic table while he stuffs the last bite of his own into his mouth and you roll your eyes dramatically at how good in fact they were.

“They were amazing, seriously. Well worth the drive and the wait” you tell him sincerely and then before you can talk yourself out of it you reach across the table to place your hand on top of his and give a little squeeze with your fingers.

“Thank you for dinner. I’m um… really glad you asked me out tonight”

That confession earns you an ear to ear grin from Frankie who swallows down the last bit of his dinner and then turns his hand palm-up so he can hold your fingers in his grasp.

“Me too. But, the night’s not over” he offers with a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“There’s more?” Your brow line lifts to your forehead. “I’m going to need a few minutes to digest first” you laugh, placing a hand over your stomach and Frankie chuckles but nods his head in agreement.

“Take all the time you need,” he tells you.

The sun is beginning its descent from the sky as you sit at the table a while longer, happily chatting about everything and nothing. You ask Frankie more about his young daughter and can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips the way his face lights up when he speaks about her or shows you his favourite pictures or videos of her on his phone.

With your food finally settled you’re back to wandering the boardwalk again with Frankie leading the way. He stops you at an ice cream truck and you groan at the idea of having to shove more food into your stomach but the childish grin and teasing nudge to your side with his elbow convinces you to take him up on his offer anyway and you ask for small scoop of the bright orange Tiger Stripe flavour in a dish while Frankie opts for a waffle cone of classic Mint Chocolate Chip.

With no small effort you manage to finish the sweet dessert and toss your garbage into a nearby receptacle and Frankie nudges your shoulder with his and gestures with an outstretched arm towards the beach.

“Wanna go walk it off?” He suggests and you give him an easy smile, more than excited about taking a romantic walk down the beach at sunset with him.

The warm sand squishes between your toes as you walk the length of the beach. Frankie had insisted on carrying your shoes for you when you opted to take them off; the strappy sandals hanging from the fingertips of his right hand while his left brushes experimentally against the back of your right and you turn your palm towards him and he wastes no time taking hold, your fingers interlacing. You smile and press a little closer into his shoulder.

“This is perfect” you sigh as soft waves lap at your feet and the sun bids it’s final adieu for the evening, disappearing just past the horizon on the other side of the ocean.

“So I did good?” Frankie smirks at you and you let out a little laugh, nodding your head.

“Ten out of ten would recommend” you answer without hesitation.

“Recommend to who? If you think I’m taking Benny on a date next you’re poorly mistaken” he jokes and it earns an outburst of laughter from you as you grab onto his forearm with your free hand and lean further in still.

“You guys could make a pretty cute couple” you tease and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head in laughter.

“Already got the prettiest Miller on my arm, thank you very much” he affirms and your giggles die down as the blush re-emerges and you turn your gaze down to the sand at your feet and squeeze his arm just a little tighter as a thank you to his easy compliment.

You walk a little while longer, your fingers still entwined and your free hand wrapped around his arm that’s holding your hand, snuggling as close as possible while you continue to chat and joke and tease each other.

Being with Frankie seems so easy. Normally you were so nervous during first dates and it’s been so long since you’ve actually been on one you could barely remember what it normally feels like but you’re certain it’s never felt like this. You felt comfortable. And maybe a lot of that had to do with the fact that you’ve already met with and hung out with him on numerous occasions now there was less to be nervous about. But you think it’s mostly him. He’s so easy going and calm to be around; he just puts you at ease with one upward curve of his lips or the way his soft brown gaze seemingly bores into your very soul with a single look.

Besides that, you knew he must be a pretty decent guy or Will and Benny would’ve had something (aside from friendly teasing) to say about it. They were the big brothers you never had growing up, always looking out for you until your lives took you all down very separate paths and if they trusted Frankie with you, you knew you were in good hands.

Hands that were currently, mind you, smoothing up and down your sides as Frankie pressed you into the passenger door of his pickup as you stood on the street outside your temporary home saying your goodnights.

“Kiss me” you breathe into the limited space between your two bodies that are thrumming with unspent energy.

Not bothering with a verbal response, Frankie closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours finally for that first kiss you’ve been craving since he picked you up hours ago. He tastes like mint and chocolate, and although normally it would be one of the last options you go for at the ice cream shop, the way it tastes on Frankie’s tongue instantly makes it your new favourite.

The energy in the cab of his truck the whole ride back had been tangible, his right hand on your thigh, yours trying not to dig into the plush material of the seats as you tried to focus your mind on anything other than ordering him to pull the truck into park so you could crawl into his lap and thank him properly, the way you wanted to so badly.

“Hermosa,” Frankie groans, his mouth trailing now from your lips down your jaw and to the side of your throat as his hands grip your hips. The scruff of his beard brushes the delicate skin of your neck when he nuzzles further into you and heat instantly pools in the lower part of your belly, causing a little moan to slip out. You feel your breath quicken, heart rate speeding up to keep pace with Frankie’s that you can feel through your clothes with how closely he’s pressed against you. Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, hands playing with the soft curls at the back of his head, running your fingers through them (something you’d been dying to do since the first time you met him, if you’re being honest with yourself).

“Should’ve taken me back to yours” you whisper against his ear as he continues to nip, lick and kiss at your throat.

“Santi’s on my goddamn couch” he groans, annoyed.

You remembered, now that he’s said it. Santiago, another military buddy of your cousins that you’d met a few times and one of Frankie’s best friends, had been having problems with his girlfriend and a week ago she had actually kicked him out of their shared apartment and with you taking up residence in Will and Benny’s guest room, that left Frankie’s couch.

“Shit” you mutter. You don’t dare take him inside to your room. Though the house looks dark and the boys are probably asleep, that’s not something you’re going to chance. At least not on a first date. You don’t need their judgment, nor do you need Frankie holding anything back from you due to the unfortunate circumstances.

His mouth is back on yours, unable to stay away from it for long it seems. His tongue pushes inside and strokes alongside yours, causing a little shiver to run down your spine. He licks into your mouth, exploring every cavern and swallowing all your little whimpers and whines. Frankie was an amazing kisser. You can’t help but wonder how talented his tongue may be elsewhere; the thought alone sending a fresh wave of arousal through you and causing another moan to slip out which Frankie responds to with one of his own. His right hand leaves your hip and goes to your thigh next, gently raising your leg off the ground to wrap around him and a gasp escapes you when his hand slips under the hem of your dress and trails upwards towards your hip.

“Fuck, Frankie” you breathe, pulling back just enough so you can start peppering kisses to his strong jawline.

“Tell me to stop, fuck, you need to tell me stop” Frankie pleads. You can feel his obvious desire for you pressed into your stomach as his left hand moves down to grope your ass and pull you even closer against him.

“Mmm, don’t want to” you hum into his throat and he groans in desperation, rocking his hips into you and causing a delicious bit of friction where you need it most. Your whole body is tingling, feeling like you could combust at any moment. Your muscles are tense, hands fighting for purchase on any part of him they can grab onto, eager to keep him from convincing himself to pull away from you.

Just when you feel him begin to pull back you do the only thing that comes to mind and turn in his grasp and reach for the back passenger door of the crew cab, swinging it open and pulling him back towards you by the collar of his shirt.

“Fuck, Sweetheart” he stops dead in his tracks, feet outside on the ground still while your ass hits the back seat so you’re seated sideways on the seat, facing him.

“Look, I might not be up for Gentleman of the Year Award or anything, but I’m not… I can’t have our first time be in the back of my truck. You deserve so much better than that”

Your brain doesn’t miss how he says ‘first time’ like it implies that there will be more times, and god you hope there is. And while you don’t disagree with him that fucking in his car like teenagers isn’t maybe the most romantic way to do this, you still need something and you don’t want this night to be over yet.

“Just… come fool around with me a little bit” you shrug, coy little grin tugging at the corners of your lips and you see on his adorable face the moment his resolve crumbles. He’s hopping up into the truck in a flash, slamming the door shut behind him. He pushes you back onto the bench seat so you’re flat on your back and finally rips his hat off his head and tosses it carelessly somewhere to the floor and you’re in a fit of giggles at the playfulness of it all. The laughter dies on your lips however when he’s kneeled before your spread legs and drags your knees up to his hips and presses himself down on top of you, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss while his lower half grinds into yours.

“Is this OK?” He murmurs into the side of your face as his kisses trail towards your throat.

“Mmm hmm” you nod frantically. “More than OK” you promise.

He hums into your throat and brings his right hand to your breast, his large hand covering the mound and gently massaging the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing just right as your little moans and the way your back arches to push your chest further into his touch encourages him.

“Fuck,” he growls before shoving the front of your dress and cups of your bra down so he can get his mouth on bare skin.

He pulls away from your throat and shuffles down slightly, leaning down to swirl the tip of his tongue around the pert bud and then gently pull it into his mouth. He alternates between sucking it into his mouth and teasing with quick flicks of his tongue while nimble fingers pay the other equal attention and you writhe underneath him, grinding into his leg, desperate for any friction you can create.

“Perfect tits” he mumbles into your skin before his mouth switches sides. Your hands are in his hair, gently tugging and scratching over his scalp and the way he occasionally groans and grunts at your actions you know he likes it. You wish you weren’t shoved inside the back of his pickup right now. Oh the things you would let his mouth do to you if you weren’t…

After long minutes of attention spent on your breasts his mouth is finally back on yours. He moans into you when his tongue wraps around yours again and you decide to play a little dirty yourself and wrap your lips around his tongue and suck it into your mouth, just for a moment and then you release. You feel his hardened cock twitch against your hip when he grinds it into you.

“Tell me what you want, Baby” he asks between ragged breaths as his lips create a hot trail of open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.

You decide to show him, rather than tell him, and reach for his right hand and bring it underneath your dress to the aching need between your thighs and he practically growls into your throat when he feels the damp spot that’s already formed on your panties.

“Oh my god” he groans, taking his first two fingers and rubbing your lower lips over the soft, soaked lace.

“Oh fuck, Frankie, you feel so good” you whine, not caring how wrecked you sound already.

His mouth covers yours again, his kiss hungry and needy as his fingers bravely dip under the waistline of your panties to finally touch your naked sex and push through the warm slick folds.

“Oh my god, make me come baby, please. Fuck.” You beg, your hands wrapping around his neck again and grabbing on for dear life. It’s been far too long and Frankie is quickly unraveling you into a mewling desperate mess.

“I’ve got you, Hermosa” Frankie promises, his breath hot against your ear now and you don’t doubt that he does. His skilled digits are already driving you crazy and he’s barely begun. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, or maybe Frankie just really knows his way around a pussy.

He plunges two fingers inside of you and you cry out at the welcomed intrusion, whimpering into his shoulder at how he’s nearly got you undone already.

“God you feel fucking amazing” he groans into your heated flesh.

“Fuck Frankie, don’t stop, please” you whimper.

He doesn’t. His fingers continue their torturous assault, pumping in and out of you and occasionally coming out to rub tight little circles around your small bundle of nerves that causes your arm to shoot up in the air, palm of your hand pushing hard against the ceiling of the truck cab as your impending orgasm lingers threateningly.

“Let me touch you, please” you beg and Frankie growls in response before his free hand goes to his pants and nearly rips them open so he can push them down to his thighs and your hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length.

“Holy shit” you breathe. Your fingers failing to quite reach all the way around his impressive girth. He’s warm and heavy in your hand, precum steadily leaking from the head that you gather in your hand to use to coat down the rest of his length.

“Christ” Frankie grunts, unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips once to fuck into your hand. “Shit I’m sorry it’s um, been a while” he confesses shyly and you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“For me too” you tell him, easing his nerves. “God Frankie, I’m so close”

With that he pulls his hand away from you for only a moment, bringing it to his mouth to wet his fingers with his tongue and then they’re back on your clit, experimenting between rubbing and circling and pressing and even lightly pinching until he finds out exactly what makes you squirm under him and he doubles his efforts, working you faster and faster with the pads of his fingertips until you’re coming hard and fast with his name on your lips as you rock into his hand to chase the pressure of his touch.

“Oh fuck, that’s it” Frankie groans into the hollow of your throat, his fingers sticky and slick with your release. “God you’re so beautiful” he praises, pressing kisses to every inch of flesh he can reach.

His fingers continue to languidly stroke through your folds, easing you down from your high while his own breathing picks up at your continued actions below; practiced strokes of your hand wrapped around him while your thumb occasionally ghosts over his slit, gathering the evidence of his arousal and smearing it all over the thick and sensitive head.

“Fuck, I’m close” he warns, eyes screwed shut in concentration, his forehead now resting against yours. “Fuck!” He curses again and then quickly sits up on his knees, causing your hand to fall away from him and he takes himself in hand to finish himself off, not wanting to make a mess all over you or your pretty dress. Not having much option he yanks his shirt up instead and coats his own stomach with white hot ropes of his release until he’s left heaving and panting on his knees before you, free hand clutched tight on your knee beside him, fingers digging in deep enough you think they’ll leave bruises.

You’ll wear them like a badge of honor.

“Shit,” he breathes and then huffs out a little laugh. His eyes dart around for a moment and then he reaches into the little pocket on the back of the front passengers seat and pulls out a somewhat squished little pack of wet wipes (one of the conveniences of having a small child you presume, always lots of supplies around that adults might not otherwise think of keeping handy) and grabs a couple sheets and wipes up the mess he made of himself before shoving the wipes back into the pocket. You’re staring up at him, tip of your pointer finger between your teeth and a coy grin playing on your lips.

That was by far the absolute hottest make out session you’d ever had. Where has Frankie Morales been all your life, and what had you done to deserve him now?

“Are you still OK? That was… OK?” He asks and it’s sweet how he doesn’t even know how badly he just rocked your whole world.

“Ten out of ten would recommend” you retort teasingly, lifting your foot to push gently at his hip and he rolls his eyes playfully and lands a little swat to your thigh.

“Smartass. Maybe I oughta trade you in for Benny after all” he quips. “Get a lot less lip I bet”

“Hmm, but probably a lot less tongue too” you tease right back and he groans as you yank him down on top of you by his collar once more.

You’re not quite finished with Frankie Morales just yet.

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[fappellmoan]

tried to type up a quick transcript of motaz's stories featuring the anonymous phone calls. it's baffling.

(i think my recording software might have cut off the end of some clips, and i may have misheard/mistyped slightly as the audio is muddled, so if you can go listen for yourself)

transcript under 'keep reading'

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

caller: hello?

motaz: hello

caller: hello motaz, how are you?

motaz: i'm fine

caller: fine? fine day to go to the beach?

motaz: yeah, sounds lovely

caller: hm?

motaz: yeah, who are you?

caller: i don't understand

motaz: (slowly) who are you?

caller: ehh... i'm nobody. but anyways, um, can you like, post a story maybe condemning hamas so this can all end?

motaz: what?

caller: can you post a story maybe against hamas?

[next clip]

motaz: it's been going on since 1948, okay? and for us, we believe this is our land, and you believe it's your land, and this is the fight we'll never end until the last day of this life. okay? but i'm not understanding why you need me to show you what you want to show, because i'm palestinian. what do you expect me to show? show that -

caller: i expect you - i expect you to - what i think is best for you is - obviously you're a camera man, and i don't think you would harm - let's say you're - you're just a person you know

motaz: yeah, but if you are afraid from the pictures, you are so weak. you should know that. if the pictures are harming you, you should know there's something wrong with you.

caller: no -

motaz: because as you said, i can't harm anyone

caller: let's think for a second. gaza is divided into two. the north fled to the south

[next clip]

caller: i can say, all the people that are marching, protesting in the street, saying 'free palestine' they don't really care. honestly, motaz. if they cared, they would go fight the war together. people are fake. all the people that say in the comments when you post a post 'may Allah save you guys, may Allah -' no they don't - they care about it to a certain point. they don't really know anything about it. they're going to go down today, like - they're not going to do anything. they are just making noise.

motaz: yeah, making noise, but if this is annoying for you or for israel it's your problem, because you are killing people, okay? you are genociding my people. so if, if i'm gonna stand and watch - i don't know who the hell who are you, okay? and uh.. but believe me after what i saw, after what i experienced, i don't care about my life, okay? you destroyed the whole strip, like, the only part we were happy about having, a small part of our country, okay? and it's now destroyed. and you were right when you called the first time that there'll be [the army?] there'll be more bombing, more killing, 'don't go to the borders, don't go to the north,' and i try, uh, to be careful, but, uh, the killing never stops. i mean, i'm in the south, i'm in the middle area, eh, you can't -

caller: isn't it possible for your people to flee to egypt?

motaz: why to flee to egypt, man? it's not our country. why to flee? we have our country. why flee to egypt? be reasonable, okay, be reasonable when you are talking.

caller: i care about life.

motaz: you care about life? stop the killing, man. stop the killing. you are going to have the most powerful weapons in the whole world -

[new clip]

motaz: i'll say it to you, the first time you called me, i was terrified, because a lot of journalists have lost their lives. but now, believe me, now i swear to god i don't give a fuck, because we are all gonna die. so, at least, i will, if i die, i die while trying to do something for my people. this is from my side. eh, something else - you expect me to affect on my people, or to give them advice to go to, to egypt? to flee from the strip?

caller: yeah, it's not about right and wrong, it's about surviving. if you wanna die in the name of Allah, you can, you can say 'i don't care about dying anymore.'

-video cuts off-

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[hanlimz]

lol i wrote this at 2am bc i love jungwon sm and i needed to word vomit so i can focus on this stupid essay i have to write 💔 be gentle w this bc it’s not that good haha !! pls enjoy ❤️

the incessant ringing of your phone is a cacophony of sound pressed against your ear as you wait with bated breath. it’s been a week since jungwon was last able to call, a week since you were able to hear his voice; and, it’s been even longer since you’ve been able to touch him (in any capacity). your palms are itching for the opportunity to cup his face, and your lips are yearning to pepper gentle kisses over the apples of his rounded cheeks.

so, you picked up your phone and clicked on his silly contact photo. while you wait, you count the ceiling tiles. you see how long you can go without blinking. you lose track of time, and you eventually try to freestyle over the stock ringtone. just as you rhyme sublime with you’re mine, the noise stops and jungwon begins to laugh. why he always manages catches you at your worst—you will never know.

“i hope that rap was about me,” he snorts airily, amusement having stolen his breath away. you can almost see his pretty face through the phone; the way the corners of his lips quirk up, his dimple deepening, the gentle reshaping of his eyes as they wane into two, umber crescents. laughter is so transformative, and you’re glad you can see it (even if only in your mind). “oh, [y/n], also—i just posted some selcas on we—” the phone cuts out, and the momentary silence slices at your heart.

“won? you still there?” you ask, tentatively, “i promise the rap was about you. cross my heart, hope to die.”

jungwon’s pseudo-presence floods your chest once more as he chuckles. “that’s good to know, babe—but, no dying on my watch, ‘kay?”

“bold of you to say when you’ve left me here,” you scoff.

“to die?” he inquires, another bout of giggles hiding behind his words.

“to die,” you answer, dramatically. “to wither, to waste away with no boyfriend to sing me to sleep and kiss me when i’m sad.”

the line goes quiet for a few seconds, and it’s almost a comfortable silence. something lurks behind this pregnant pause, however, and you can’t help but feel stifled by the heavy weight building in your stomach. jungwon is overthinking—the feeling is palpable. he’s chewing on his bottom lip and you can almost taste his vanilla chapstick; the nail of his thumb is worn down to the quick in the same way he’s bitten at the inside of his cheek.

“jungwon, you know i’m just joking, right?” there’s a hint of regret lacing your voice, a tinge of melancholy, but it mixes with a resolute affirmation of your love for him. “i miss you, but i couldn’t be more proud of you. watching those clips of you on stage, seeing you enjoy yourself—it all makes me love you even more. you’re doing so well.”

“i know,” he sighs, sounding exceedingly dejected. “i just feel like i can’t give you what you need—like i can’t be who you deserve from this far away.”

your jaw goes slack upon hearing his confession. his words shock you to your core; strong-willed yet so fragile-hearted, why your lover is so critical of himself—you will never know. in your eyes, jungwon is nothing short of angelic; ethereal in a way only known by beings of the heavens, jungwon brightens every room he walks into and makes your day better by merely existing. he is a sanctuary of sorts—warm and inviting and gentle.

“are you insane?” the question tumbled from your mouth before your brain could formulate a better response.

he hums, inquisitively, “i don’t think so?”

“okay, not exactly how i wanted that to come out,” you concede, “but—seriously, won—you’re my everything. you never have to worry about me wanting more, because you’re already who i want. who i need. and, honestly, i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” you know he’s flushed on the other side of the phone, cupping a sweater paw over his face while trying not to giggle and swing his feet like a schoolgirl. “yang jungwon, i love you very much, and i’m always so, so thankful for you … so, tell your brain to stop beating you up, or i’ll kick its slimy, little ass.”

“thank you, [y/n]. i love you, too.” he laughs for a moment, then stops himself, “wait—did you just say my brain was little?!”