#also me to my head makings the intro; NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER GIVE UP

[johnslittlespoon]

curtbuckbucky nightclub au .* :☆ﾟ. ☽

open for drabble/more pics! <3

alright, i've never done a proper 'intro' post for a fic/au i have in mind, but this one has been rotting in my brain for ages and i know there's no way i'm not gonna write something for it eventually so here goes, bear with me <3 made a lil edit (took me fucking hours to collect enough stock footage lmfao) to go along with it too >:)

a modern au where college student curt is a regular at a new–ish queer nightclub, showing up every friday night without fail to dance his heart out, his way of de–stressing at the end of every week and getting his pent up energy out. he's the prettiest little thing, dresses up so fun– some nights he throws on dresses or crop tops with skirts or short shorts when he's feeling it, other nights he goes for more of a relaxed baggy pants and flowy linen button up type of vibe– always with the same pair of scuffed up sneakers on for ease of dancing.

the bartenders and other regulars adore their bubbly little club bunny, always looking out for him, doting on him with free drinks and food. and even if some of them eye curt like he's dinner when he's out on the floor swaying his hips, eyes closed to fully lose himself in the music, the glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones catching the lights just right, curt's not there for any of that. he dances with people occasionally, he's confident and carefree and likes the attention and it makes him giggle when he catches newcomers staring, doesn't mind a wandering hand here and there, but he never goes home with anyone. the same routine, every friday, dancing until his dark waves are curling damp with sweat against his temples and his black eyeshadow is smudged and he leaves to make the walk back to the flat he shares with a few roomies.

enter john and gale, longterm boyfriends who sometimes like to go out clubbing and find someone pretty to bring home for a fun time, only an open relationship in that sense– they have no interest in actually dating other people, both adamant that it's no strings attached, too head over heels for each other to have eyes for anyone else anyway.

they decide to check out a club they haven't been to yet, usually sticking to the tried and true ones, but a couple of their friends recommend it, so they give it a go one friday night. they've barely sat down at the bar with their drinks when they see a boy who, john comments to gale, looks like the 'energizer bunny' (gets a snort out of curt when he tells him so in the future.) even once they're buzzed enough to head out onto the dance floor together, neither of them can take their eyes off of the bundle of energy, mesmerized.

they both know the other is equally enamoured with the boy, drinking up all the glitter and bouncy curls and blissed out smiles, already knowing they just have to have him– the prettiest thing they've ever seen. curt's confused when they approach him, because he's noticed them too, has been admiring from afar, but he's also noticed their hands and lips all over each other, dancing much too close and comfortably to not be a couple. but john purrs out "we just like to have a little fun every now and then sweetheart, don't you?"

and no, not really, he doesn't. usually a night of exhausting himself dancing is his idea of fun, not ever looking for anything else, not finding most guys worth his time. but john and gale sweet talk him just right, spend time actually getting to know him when he agrees to let them buy him a drink at the bar, and fuck, they're both the hottest things he's seen walk into the club in a long time, and they're giving him all their attention? he decides that maybe he'll be brave and flirt back. despite his confidence and lack of caring what other people think about him, he's so shy and easily flustered when someone he's actually into makes the moves on him, doesn't even know what to do with himself when he realizes he's blushing at their compliments and the combination of their heavy gazes on him.

obviously they all get each other worked up as the night goes on, and curt goes home with them and gets his world rocked, spoiled and pillow princess–ed and showered in praise, not at all what he expects hook–ups to be like after having only been with people he's been dating. he expects to walk back home after since they all live in the same vicinity of downtown, tries to ignore his wobbly legs when he finally crawls out of bed, gets dragged back down by gale for one last messy breathless makeout while john gets him an uber before curt can protest or offer to pay.

normally john and gale don't get the numbers of their one night stands, but they want to make sure he gets home safe, and they can both gauge how the other is feeling and they know they'll want to see him again if they're lucky enough for curt to say yes, so john puts his number into curt's phone and tells him "text when you're home safe, yeah? or, y'know, text whenever you want." and curt isn't sure if this is john saying they both want to see him again, because he's dense and shy and they made it clear beforehand that they're in a closed relationship, but next friday he texts to let them know he'll be at the club again, and john and gale tell him they'll be there, the three of them going home together for a second time that night, and they fall into a routine from then on.

curt gets giddy every friday, dolling himself up extra pretty for the two men, flushed at their attention every time and so thrilled to dress up for someone other than himself for once. he can already feel himself going all heart–eyes for them after the second or third time they hook up, but he knows where he stands, and he's having fun experimenting for the first time and having two experienced, sweet guys show him a good time every week, so he doesn't want to jeopardize that by getting his feelings involved.

little does he know that john and gale are falling head over heels too for this sweet energetic boy, loving how much he spices up their lives, both in the bedroom and out, realizing their flat feels so quiet now on the nights where they don't take curt home with them. so that leads to some serious conversations to see if they're on the same page about getting to know curt better, both of them learning how to navigate this new territory because neither of them expected to want to bring someone else into their world like this. they agree they'd like to take curt out on a cute date, during the daytime for once, to properly test the waters and see how curt feels– of course he slots into their lives perfectly, as if he's been there all along. <3

but along the way: lots of slow burn, miscommunication, endless filthy smut, curt trying to balance college and work and friends with his newfound feelings for john and gale, john and gale getting dragged to raves and festivals by their always adventurous bf, city night–life juxtaposed by early morning domesticity, etc etc.

this has been floating around in my head for a couple weeks since i got this vision of 2012–stalker–era barry with eyeshadow and glitter stuck in my brain and thus a whole universe/plot spawned from it. honestly would mostly be pwp, but would love to write a proper fic for it anyway eventually, each chapter littered with filth, obviously LOL. i have so many thoughts and so many little scenarios planned out in my head already... these three have me in a chokehold.

i need to make proper intro/drabble posts like these for my other aus too aghhh it just takes so longggg because i get carried away with the drabble and then i have to find the perfect clips for edits and the perfect pics to tie it all together and suddenly i've spent half a day on one post but. someday <3 leaving!bikeriders au next surely! thx for reading hope u enjoy this version of the boys and hopefully i'll have time to write it soon!

all posts about this au will be under #curtbuckbucky nightclub au :-)

[griffin-wood]

— the main attraction; aka the lead singers for battle of the bands. ( @infamous-if )

[genacity]

DAY ONE. FIRST TIME?

ft. gojo satoru — jujutsu kaisen (呪術廻戦)

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. dom! gn! reader, first time sub! gojo, anal penetration / pegging, fingering, overstimulation, bratty gojo, slight dacryphilia, dumbification themes, hair pulling, spit as lube, established relationship, plot before porn

an. this came out way too long. anyways hope y’all enjoy day 1, some of the kinks listed on the ml did not make the cut bcs the fic would take 80 years to read and the intro is already cutting into my lifetime. also not proofread. anyways enjoy fucking gojo!!

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you and your boyfriend gojo satoru have been dating for five months at this point. your relationship is everything you’ve ever wanted in one; secure, loving, and honest. satoru is the most caring man you’ve probably ever met— though cheeky, he’s just as infatuated with you as he was when you first met.

not only is gojo amazing, but so is the sex. not to be a prude, but it’s true. he knows how to take care of his baby and never wants to leave you unsatisfied.

the only sour thing about your relationship is his teasing. especially in the mornings-after.

when you’re groaning, pressing down on a muscle in your back as you complained to gojo about how hard he went down on you the night prior. your boyfriend’s fierce laughter as he’s propped up on one arm, staring at you from his safety beneath the covers of your shared bed and messy hair.

“aw, c’mon, you know you liked it.” gojo would say as you kept prodding at your shoulders and legs. you’d shoot him a dirty look and he’d snicker loudly again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you today, i swear.”

one morning, your boyfriend had tossed his still-bare body over yours after a long session that night. face first into the pillow behind your head; long, spindly limbs sprawled out like a starfish on top of you as you both shared silly remarks about the long night you both had.

“y’know, one day, i’m gonna get you back for all the times you leave me sore like this,” you huffed, earning a muffle giggle from your boyfriend with his head in the sheets. “what? i’m serious.” you insisted.

gojo’s head snapped up to look at you. squinted blue eyes followed by another ugly little giggle. “uh huh, i bet.”

“what do you mean, ‘you bet’?” you scrunched your nose as your boyfriend gave you another mean chuckle through his big grin. “c’mon, y/n. you know you can’t top my skills.”

“now what does that mean?” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at gojo’s funny expressions.

he hummed, thinking for a bit before turning his attention back to you. “you know i’m good at what i do. if you even tried to top me, you’d just end up giving up anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “not true.”

“what’s not true? that you’d give up, or that i’m good? because y’know, these fingers aren’t only good at sorcery—”

“yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.”

ever since that night, though, you haven’t stopped thinking about the idea. reversing the roles. it’s something the both of you had never tried before, but were you open to the idea. you just needed to make sure that satoru was, too.

but there was something different about tonight in particular that made you feel a bit more confident than usual.

it started off as it usually did whenever the both of you were in the mood. a handsy hello as soon as you got home from work; peppering your face with kisses and fingers pressing against your hips as you let your boyfriend lead you to the bedroom.

you’d barely be able to get a word in with the way gojo would welcome you home. lips quickly pressed together and without hesitation your back would be against the mattress and clothes discarded onto the floor.

“missed you today.” gojo mumbled into the kiss, lips sloppily trying to chase the pattern the both of you shared. hands gripping at your sides as he pushed you eagerly onto the bed.

as soon as you hit the bed you immediately grabbed at his arms and pulled him forward onto you. something inside you was pounding— pounding for tonight to be different than the rest.

you pulled gojo onto the bed, chest rising with heated breaths as a switch in your brain flipped. hands pushing him down beneath you, his back against the sheets as your boyfriend let out a breathy gasp.

“hey, what’re you doin’?” gojo mumbled, looking up at you through glassy eyes and white lashes as you reveled at the sight of satoru beneath you— a sight you weren’t used to seeing, but welcomed with open arms.

“you’re gonna let me take care of you tonight. okay toru?” you said, his eyes blowing wide and lips twitching into a small grin.

“take care of me?” he chuckled, watching as you slowly started to undo his shirt. “i’d like to see you try.”

you rolled your eyes as you pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. gojo watched your every movement, watching with interest as one of your hands quickly went to circle one of his nipples.

he shivered at your cold fingertips tracing along his chest, but laughed all the same. “what, ‘s this all you’re gonna do? c’mon, baby, let me just take care of you and— mmph.” gojo was promptly cut off when he felt your fingers press against the hard-on in his pants. a small smile crept onto your lips at the sight.

“hush, toru.” you muttered, palming him through his pants as gojo let out a strained groan. “this is what you get for being so mean to me all the time. leaving me brusied and sore.”

“you said you wanted it rough.” satoru panted, looking down at you as his long fingers started to grab at the sheets beneath him. “oh, i do.” you shrugged. “but now, it’s your turn to feel what i feel.”

your boyfriend’s breath hitched in his throat at the words from your tongue. he quickly gathered himself, clearing his throat to mask the whimper that slipped his lips. “you’ll just give up, y’know. you’re just gonna give into me and come crawling back.”

“that’s what you may think, but i know what i want.” you said, removing your hand from his bulge to reach for his glinting silver belt buckle. “you’re gonna take my cock and behave, just like i do for you. and if you don’t like it, you can say our safe word and leave.”

gojo gulped. he knew you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. he was in the position to say no whenever he wanted to. but the thought of your thick cock splitting him open had him salivating; even if he didn’t want to admit it to his big ego.

“satoru.” your voice called him back, snapping him out of the trance he was in. he looked down at you, his belt already undone and ready to be pulled off. “color, satoru. tell me what you want.”

he swallowed thickly again, lips parting as he whispered. “green.”

you smiled softly at him, slowly pulling his belt from the loops as you muttered a slow “alright.” unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down alongside his boxers. his pretty cock revealing itself to you.

“already leaking for me, huh toru?” you snickered, the feelings of your breath along his dick making him twitch.

“still gonna break you, y’know.” gojo murmured. “you’re just gonna give up and beg me to fuck you.”

“whatever makes you feel better.” *you said plainly. the tone in your voice left him shivering. suddenly, you raised your hand to his lips and with no hesitation said, “spit.”

gojo blinked down at you, who was watching him expectantly. he parted his lips and let his tongue slip forward, spitting onto your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you. “thank you, toru.” you said, lubricating your fingers before you lined them with the edge of his hole.

he felt his heart leap into his throat when your fingertips prodded at his entrance. silently, satoru spread his legs to let you know he wanted you. and you seemed to understand his prompt, for almost immediately your long fingers slipped into him with ease.

“fuck, oh god.” gojo immediately hissed, clenching tight around your middle and ring fingers as they slowly began to thrust in and out of him. “oh my god.”

he watched as your hand worked at his insides; curling your fingers as the sorcerer finally allowed for small whines to slip past his lips. each sound left his stomach turning— the dirty sounds of his own hole clenching around his partner’s fingers making him shudder.

gojo was stuck at small whines of pleasure, heavy breathing and the occasional gasp, until your fingers hit a particularly good spot inside him that made him cry out.

“ohn— oh fuck,” gojo whined out. “there. right, right there, that— ah!” he gasped when your fingers curled against his sweet spot, making him flinch and pulse around you. “‘s that feel good, satoru?” you asked, slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of his hole, taking note of the way his fingers curled around the satin sheets of your shared bed.

satoru nodded. his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as he kept his eyes locked on you. “yeah. feels good. right there, feels so good…” he murmured. jolting back with every thrust of your fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing and relaxing in ragged patterns before you eventually pulled your fingers out.

“so messy.” you murmured, raising your hand to his mouth again. “spit.” and he did, right onto your fingers once more.

“i think you’re ready to take me, toru.” you spread his legs and began to undo your own buckle. your boyfriend watched your hands, every move closer to watching you reveal yourself making him almost shake with anticipation.

it wasn’t until you finally pulled out your cock did he realize how big you truly were. eyes blowing into saucers as he immediately began to blabber.

“you look so big!” satoru whined. “no way you’re gonna make me take all of that!”

“oh, i will.” you purred, pressing the head of your cock to his hole. he flinched, feeling your tip just against his ass as he went to protest again. “why can’t i jus’ fuck you like usual, baby?”

you laughed meanly at his words. “what, are you scared, satoru?” you asked, leaning in and simultaneously pressing your tip just against his opening. “scared i’m gonna break you open?”

“no!” gojo shook his head furiously. “i just- i just think you’re gonna get tired and give up.”

you sighed, staring down at your boyfriend with his big wide eyes and wet eyelashes. after a moment of bathing in his beauty, you grabbed hold of his thighs and leaned back. “color, satoru.”

gojo hesitated. looking from you down to his drooling cock that was just begging to be touched. his inflated ego kept hammering in his chest, but the feeling of your tip against his hole drove every thought away and left him squirming.

“green.”

“good.” and before he knew it, you’d forced yourself into him. a loud moan clawing its way through his throat and spilling from his lips as you began to pound into him, gradually picking up speed.

suddenly, that same hammering feeling in his chest immediately died out. as soon as satoru felt your cock sliding in and out of his walls, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust, his demeanor immediately unraveled.

“fuck— oh my— fuck, you’re so big!” gojo cried out. hands scrambling to ground himself as he gripped onto the sheets. “ah— oh— oh my fucking, please, y/n!”

you couldn’t help but watch gojo’s big blue eyes grow teary. rolling back into his head as you fucked him, forcing his legs back to angle yourself well enough to hit all of the right places.

“already all ruined for me, satoru.” you cooed. your words slipped into his brain and toyed with his thoughts, leaving him quietly whimpering as he felt your hands near his head.

all of a sudden, the cloudy feeling forming in gojo’s brain flickered as you took a handful of his hair and forced him to look at you. yelping as your fingers intertwined with his snowy locks and pulled his head up.

“what was that you said earlier about me getting tired and giving up, toru?” you asked, hips angling and pounding into him faster and faster. all he could do was hiccup and gasp, head subtly bobbing from the force of your thrusts combined with the weakening grip on his scalp.

“ahmm— ah, i don’t— uhn…” he stammered, too focused on the feeling of the head of your cock kissing his prostate with every thrust to make out the words you were saying. the fog in his head was coming back, accompanied by a knot tightening in his stomach.

satoru was panting and shaking. too focused on the heat in his lower abdomen spreading across his body. “i’m- it’s-” he stuttered out, words slurred together. his brain was rattling inside his head. too embarrassed to admit the fact that he was already about to cum his brains out to himself as you kept hammering his hole. “y/n, i’m gonna— haaah, oh!”

“gonna what?” you asked, thrusts growing deep and sloppy as you kept your quick pace. “c’mon, finish your sentence. don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb.”

his vision grew blurry with tears, a few even spilling over and down his cheeks. the heat in his stomach kept burning, hotter and hotter as his brain tried to scramble for words to try and form a sentence. hell, even a word would be nice.

“ah, ahn, i’m— haah, ah, ah!” gojo began to squeal. your grip on his hair grew tighter as he completely began to forget you were even talking to him.

and suddenly, he was cumming all over himself with a garbled “cu— ah, aahhn!” his scalp burning from the force you held him up with, legs twitching as his cock bobbed with every stream of cum he coated his stomach with.

you slowed your thrusts as you watched him cum, but didn’t halt completely. as soon as he was done, you immediately began picking up your pace once more.

“wait, wh— fuck!” satoru whined out as you let go of his hair and flipped him onto his hands and knees. his head stuffed into the pillow that was once below him as you drove your cock into his hole with more fervor than before. “i- i just came! y/n, baby, i just-”

“i never said you could cum, did i?” you asked. immediately he shut his mouth, clenching around you with a loud whine. “you’re gonna keep taking my cock until i’ve cum. until then, you sit here and look pretty for me. is that clear?”

at first he didn’t respond. not until you grabbed hold of his hair from behind and forced him up again. “i said, is that clear, satoru?”

gojo eagerly nodded his head, panting and whimpering with your every movement. “yes. yes, ‘s clear! fuck me, please!”

you were going to have a long night.

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

comforting abby anderson after patrol!

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a/n: I love abby, and she needs love. she's a big baby. also, I will be writing more after New years due to Christmas and my birthday being so soon! enjoy! credit to @whore4abby 's bot on c.ai! used the intro to get some ideas! go show them some love!

warnings: not necessarily angst. but abby is sad and vulnerable and needs your support. petnames (baby, babe, baby girl, pretty girl) mostly used for abby bc i think she deserves to be called baby girl and pretty girl. not proofread.

words: 1k-ish

Abby returns from her patrol, her skin littered with a few new cuts and bruises. she walks into her room, taking off her jacket and placing her things down gently. she pulls the hair tie from the end of her braid and runs her calloused hands through her hair to loosen it, groaning in relief as she looks over at the bed.

"baby… you awake….?"

you're sleeping, or you were, until Abby's voice stirs you from your slumber. you shift in bed and roll over to face the muscled blonde where she stands in front of you. you grumble and open your eyes before speaking, "I was, Abs. but I'm awake now. how was the patrol?"

your eyes follow your tall lover as she takes her dirty brown boots off, even though she's already left a trail of dirt in your quarters. she sits them by the door and stands by the bed, looking down at you. you notice a cut under her plump lips, right above her chin. a small trail of blood running down her chin from the cut.

abby frowns at the cut, wiping the blood against her rough hand before she notices you frowning at it. her lips turn into a sheepish smile, "i’m fine. really. it only stings a little.”

she takes a step towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. it sinks under her weight. “just couldn’t let a rookie go out alone. that’s my job.” she gives you a playful smile for a split second to hide her real emotions, but it fades, and she looks away.

you sleepily tug Abby closer to you. "Let me see the cut, babygirl."

abby rolls her eyes, and nods after a breath of a second, leaning down toward you and letting you inspect it. “fine. just don’t be too long about it, okay? im fine” her tone has an edge to it, one it usually lacks around you, as if she doesn’t want to admit that she’s letting you baby her. but her cheeks burn bright red when she feels your soft hands caress her cheeks to angle her head and see the cut better.

you wipe some blood from the cut and move to get up and grab a small first aid kit you kept under your bed. "Come here, pretty girl."

abby’s entire face is flushed red at the words 'pretty girl', and she’s breathing just a bit fast now, as she shifts closer to you and waits for you to do your thing. her fists clenched tightly as her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. in this state she’s vulnerable and almost childlike….

you kiss Abby's cheek in hopes to calm the taller woman. you clean the cut and disinfect it then put the items away once you're done. you looks at Abby with a bright smile that fills her with a warm feeling, "All better, baby. are you hungry?"

abby’s gaze is lowered, hiding her blush. she looks like she wants to protest, but her stomach growls loudly. “yeah..i could go for a bite.”

in reality, this whole little routine, coming back to your quarters and having you take care of her after patrol, it’s starting to make her feel weird.. like shes not being strong and independent or doing the things people expect her to do. her stomach growls again.

“i mean…if you’re offering…”

"Babe... what's wrong?" you ask as you place your hands on your hips with a small frown. "Talk to me. you can talk to me, baby. you know that."

Abby sighs and shakes her head a little. “i just… people make such a big deal about all this… protecting me, caring for me. I know I do these things for others and I should expect the same in return.. but it all just feels so… soft. I don't know.. i never expected to feel weak like this and…”

her speech trails off as the corners of her mouth twitch into a slight pout, like she's not sure if she's upset or not.

you frown a bit more, but your expression softens as you sit next to Abby.

"Well... I don't think it makes you weak to be taken care of. you're allowed to be vulnerable. especially with me. we're lovers, Abby. I love you. and I want to care for you. I want to cook for you and wash your hair and rub your back before bed. I want to make you happy and as comfortable as you can be."

you offer your hand to Abby as if to ask to hold her hand. "You're still the toughest girl out there. even if you have someone take care of you at times, baby. I mean, you can lift me up like it's nothing." you joke a bit with a big smile to ease Abby, then you lean over to kiss the blonde's cheek.

Abby laughs a little and leans into the kiss, her expression relaxing as you speak to her. her cheeks are still a bit red, but the lightness of her smile can be seen. she reaches out for the hand, and squeezes it firmly.

"well… if you’re willing to put up with my grumpy moods and childishness… i guess i’ll accept the care…”

she leans closer and gives you a little kiss on the cheek, as a sign of thanks for putting up with her weird moods.

"Always. I mean you put up with me all the time. and I think we both know I'm a handful." you laugh then wrap Abby in a warm hug.

"Come here and let me kiss you, silly girl!"

Abby lets out a soft little groan at the hug, as if to pretend it hurt, and then leans up to press her lips against yours softly. her lips are chapped and slightly swollen from the harsh outdoor conditions, but they’re still very soft like usual.

"you are a handful, but somehow you’ve won me over… i don’t know how..” her voice is more of a teasing whisper as she leans into your embrace and wraps her arms around you tightly in a warm hug.

"I think I know how..." you tease back and move to kiss all across her face. "With my stellar kissing skills!"

Abby squeaks as she’s kissed all along her cheeks and forehead. her cheeks were already a bit red from simply being hugged, but now they were bright red and hot to the touch. she groans again and laughs. “that… that is very true… you’re a very good kisser.”

you laugh at Abby a bit, then jump up to pull Abby up from the bed along with you. "Come on. let's get you a snack."

a/n: I love her ur honor! feedback is always welcome!

[ameenvie]

I Think He Knows - Jamie Tartt x fem!Reader

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"his hands around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it's mine"

Word count: 4.6k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI! kind of angry sex, unprotected sex (wouldn't recommend irl), oral(male receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, slightly dom!Jamie(?), hickeys, possessiveness Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: You go out to get your mind off work and Jamie - but to your surprise he shows up at the same bar as you. Things happen. Put me in horny jail. A/N: This is the first smut I've written in a hot minute, and my first ever Jamie fic, so I just hope it doesn't suck! 😭❤ I still have to get the hang of how to write him. Maybe the intro/non-smut part is a bit too long, but idk I kept rewriting this so much. :') I hope you enjoy nevertheless! ❤❤❤

It felt like thousands of hammers were beating down onto your head. You were staring at your computer screen, trying to grasp what you were looking at, but the stress, the flickering office lights, and the constant noises of talking made it impossible.

“I need a break” you exclaimed as you promptly stood up from your desk. The conversation next to you came to a halt as Keeley gave you a worried look.

“Are you alright, babe?”

“Sure, I just need a little fresh air” you answered with a sweet smile. Even though Keeley was your boss, she was also one of your best friends, and you were thankful to the universe that you met her.

You were the social media manager at KJPR responsible for the AFC Richmond brand. And as fun and exciting as it was, there were moments when you just wanted to run away and never look back. Such as today.

The team had a new brand partnership deal, and few of the players had to post to their socials about certain products. It was really nothing extraordinary, but it was a big brand so it was crucial that everything was on schedule. Now you were in the reporting phase, and you haven’t received the necessary info from one of the players yet. As you stood outside the office building, leaning against the wall, you picked your phone out of your pocket and dialed him. It rang once, twice… and he hang up on you. You rolled your eyes and cursed under your breath as you headed back to your desk.

“Need any help?” Keeley asked with the sweetest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard, but you just shook your head.

“Nothing I can’t handle! I’m headed to the dog track if that’s alright. I need to take care of something.”

“Give ‘em hell!” she replied and left you alone.

You jumped into your car and drove over to Nelson Road, where you knew the boys had their training at the moment. The man at the front desk recognized you and let you in, and you headed to Rebecca’s office first to say hello, then went to the stands and took a seat to wait until the team was finished with practice. When Ted noticed you, he gave you that huge moustachy smile of his and waved at you. You mirrored the gesture before your gaze wandered back to the players.

You sat close enough to the pitch to make out his facial expression when he saw you. First, he seemed annoyed, then he gave you the most dramatic eyeroll you’ve ever seen before he ran away laughing.

You weren’t sure what he expected your reaction to be, but you knew you just looked annoyed.

“Whistle! WHISTLE!” You heard coach Kent scream at the players, and you chuckled. The team gathered around the coaches then made a beeline towards the changing room. You knew this was your cue to follow them as well.

You leaned against the wall as you waited for Jamie, hugging your bag. Of course because he was aware that you were waiting for him, he’d be dead last to leave. You weren’t sure if it was against your person or just the fact that he hated to cooperate. Maybe both. A few of the players started to leave and they waved and smiled at you as hey passed.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stepped out of the locker room – as you predicted – dead last. He stopped in the doorway with his hands in his pocket.

“I tried to call you.”

“I know” was all he said, and you raised your eyebrows at him. He was so cocky, you kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but that wouldn’t look too good on your resume.

“Alright, I guess you were busy then.”

“Nah, not really” he answered, and you saw a shit-eating grin spread on his face. God, Jamie.

“Look, I hope you don’t think I enjoy this, but I need the results of the campaign, okay? And you can only blame yourself, because you are the one who insisted that nobody can manage your account other than you. It would make all our lives much easier if I could just check the data myself.” You knew you were rambling and maybe talking a little too fast, showing how annoyed you were. You didn’t like giving people the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin, but Jamie was world class at that.

“A’ight” he mumbled and started searching for his phone, then handed it to you. “If you want to check it so bad, go on, be my guest.”

You swore your eyes shot daggers at him. You grabbed his phone and took a seat on the bench next to you. He followed suit without a word, hands in his pockets.

You unlocked his phone and opened Instagram, but as you were navigating through it you saw a notification pop up from a girl with a text saying: “try me 😘”. Just a tiny glance at her profile picture was enough for you to conclude that she was gorgeous, and you felt your stomach do a flip. Were you… jealous? Of one of Jamie’s flings? C’mon.

You shook your head as if you could shake the thought out of it as you proceeded to check the necessary info. You didn’t realize, but while you were doing this, Jamie’s eyes searched your face like it held the answer to the universe’s biggest question.

You sent yourself a mail from his phone and shoved it back at him. He looked at you with a look you’ve never saw on his face before, and you could swear for a second that it was guilt sitting in his eyes.

“Thanks for nothing” you said as you grabbed your bag and left.

“Nice seeing you too!” he shouted as you slammed the door behind you. Your blood was boiling in your veins as you were walking back to your office. You dropped yourself onto your chair and buried your face in your palms. What a fucking day. He always finds a way to mess with your head. The sounds of Keeley knocking on your door snapped you out of it.

“Come in” you sighed as you looked at her with a defeated expression.

“Jamie again?” she asked sympathetically as she sat down in front of you.

“Always” you scoffed and started fiddling with a pen on your desk. He’s taking the piss out of me, always trying to get under my skin!” Keeley didn’t say anything, she just gave you a knowing look. “Stop looking at me like that, I know what you want to say!”

“I’m not saying anything” she replied and locked her mouth with an imaginary key and threw it away.

“That’s what I thought” you chuckled and took a deep breath. “I’ll be done with this by the end of the day, and then we can open your not-so-secret stash of champagne in your office, what do you say?”

“Sounds perfect, love!” As she left your office you delved into your work and tried not to think of Jamie. It was so silly – you thought. You felt like you were in school, arguing with yourself about your feelings, and having a crush on the guy who pulled on your ponytail. There was no way you were jealous right? Jamie was insufferable in general – cocky, arrogant, full of himself. Hard to work with. Attention seeking. But he had his moments where he was also funny. Caring. Honest. Compassionate. He was an amazing footballer.

You groaned out loud. You were wrapping up your day as you decided you’re going to put an end to this madness. You went home, picked out a nice dress – nothing too fancy, but it still made you feel like a million bucks. You called yourself an uber and asked them to bring you to one of your favourite bars. You were excited to finally grab a few drinks and let your hair down for a night, and maybe even go home with someone handsome to take your mind off your annoying feelings that started to bubble to the surface.

You took a seat at the bar and ordered your favourite drink. The bartender winked at you, and you chuckled. You propped yourself up on your elbow and started to look around. People were mingling, talking, laughing. Some couples were hiding in the more secluded corners of the room, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

You got your order but before you could thank the bartender for it, you heard a voice all too familiar.

“That’s on me. And another one, will ya’?” You turned around to face him as he was smiling down at you. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked with his – you could never exactly pinpoint what colour they were, sometimes they seemed blue, sometimes grey, even green. You felt like you could stare at them forever. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t even sure if you ever saw him out and about like this. Instead of his usual tracksuit or puffy west he was wearing a white button-down shirt, with a few of its buttons unbuttoned, its sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos. His hair was let loose, and a few strands fell into his eyes. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, and you were so shocked you couldn’t think of a single word to say, like your brain just short-circuited.

“Wow, Jamie, so nice to see you here, what a lovely coincidence! Come, join me for a drink!” he said, grounding you back to earth.

“Very funny. What are you doing here?” The words came out a little more accusatory than you meant, but you couldn’t help yourself. You came here to take your mind off him, and here he was, hotter than ever, standing so close to you that the scent of his cologne made you feel lightheaded. You wished the earth would just open up and swallow you whole.

“Just blowing off some steam. Celebrating my free weekend, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Alone?” Your question seemed to catch him off guard, as he raised his eyebrows. Your answer was just another shrug. “I see, I see, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I know how this goes.” You waved with your hands in front of you, like you could shoo the image of him with other women out of your brain. You felt like you were going insane. In the meantime, he got his own drink, and he nursed it on the bar top with his left hand, the other in his pocket as he faced you. He looked even more gorgeous than usual, the way the shirt hugged his muscles ignited a flame in your body you never wanted to acknowledge.

“You know you’re being very judgmental now despite the fact, that you are alone as well.”

“I mean, it’s not my DMs that are full of gorgeous woman inviting me to tango” you scoffed, but immediately after you said the words out loud you scolded yourself internally for sounding so pathetic. Fucking hell.

“Are you jealous, love?” He grinned as he took a sip out of his drink. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your seat, but not before you managed to take a peek of how his lips touched the glass as he drank, and how perfect his jawline looked as he tilted his head slightly. FUCK.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tartt.”

“The lady doth protest too much” he laughed. You were quite shocked that Jamie Tartt out of all people would quote Shakespeare to you, but you were too angry to acknowledge that. You shook your head and turned your back on him, trying to get away, anywhere. You walked to the back of the big room and found yourself in a smaller conversation room – it was empty.

You took a deep breath, and you turned on your heels to head for another, more populated spot, but as you opened the door he stood there, one hand leaning against the doorframe, his drink in the other. He seemed like he was thinking.

“Jamie, I swear to God-” You couldn’t finish your sentence because he pushed himself into the room with you. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and heard it drumming loudly in your ears. He was so close. You closed the door behind him, and you only realized what that suggested after you saw his cocky smile. You didn’t immediately leave the room. You stayed there with him. It was painful to admit – even just to yourself -, but you wanted to be there with him.

He stepped closer, practically caging you between the door and his body. You felt your heart racing and your head spin as you looked up at his gorgeous face. Neither of you said anything, you were just searching his face, eyes darting between his gaze and his lips as you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t realize he was looking at your lips as well, his breath fanning your face. He slowly leaned in; his lips were barely hovering above yours. Your heartbeat went into full overdrive, and you let his lips linger there for a second before you closed the gap and kissed him.

It all seemed to happen so fast you weren’t even sure it was real. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried one of your hands in his hair as he was locking the door behind you. In any other circumstances he would be fuming about you ruining his hair, but not now. His hands were tracing your body as he pulled you into him – from your back to your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake before they finally settled on your bottom as he pulled you even closer. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt waves of arousal wash over you.

When you broke away to get some air, he wasted no time and started to plant small kisses on your cheek, slowly moving to your throat before settling at the soft spot between your neck and clavicle. You moaned his name which made him smile against your skin. You couldn't help but smile too. Somewhere a tiny voice in the back of your mind scolded you for being so euphoric about this whole situation, but you didn’t care. All you cared about is Jamie’s lips on you and the way his hand sneaked under your dress and drew hot circles on your skin.

“My name never sounded so pretty before” he mused before he pushed the strap of your dress aside to kiss a mark onto your skin just above your breast. Your breath hitched as you tried to make him stop.

“Stop it, people will see” you whined, which just encouraged him even more. You felt the prickling sensation on your skin, you were sure he’s going to leave a mark. When he finished, he adored his masterpiece before planting a soft kiss on the red spot he left behind.

“Maybe I want that, love” he whispered against your ear as he caressed your thighs. “I want everyone to see that you’re my girl.”

The sudden possessiveness caught you off guard and you let out a small whimper. Your common sense was thrown out of the window a while ago and at that moment that was all you wanted as well – everyone to see that you were his girl. He stopped for a second to look into your eyes. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for another kiss. You saw stars as he kissed you with the passion of a starved man, his tongue gently caressing your lips before he went all in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and in a second, he lifted you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his hips which caused one of your shoes to fall off as he started to back towards the sofa. While doing so, he bumped into the small table, knocking his drink over. You both chuckled before he finally sat down, with you straddling him.

Your dress was ridden all the way up your thighs, making your black lace panties visible, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jamie. His gaze seemed hungry, like he was ready to devour you any second, and you felt the heat creeping up to your ears.

“I see someone was planning on getting laid tonight” he said teasingly.

“Oh, fuck off, Jamie!”

“C’mon love I’m just messing with ya” he smiled at you before he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss. He was smiling into it, the bastard. In this position you couldn’t help but feel his bulge press against you, which made your blood boil in your veins. You wanted him so bad. You let out a shaky breath as you unconsciously started to grind yourself against his clothed length. Jamie moaned under you, and he furrowed his brows like he was trying to focus on the sensation, nothing else.

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving kisses on his chest as you progressed, and when you finished you slightly pushed it off his shoulders. You were mad for him, and even though you didn’t want to admit, you wanted nothing more than him fucking you right then and there. Little did you know that Jamie was feeling the same.

He looked at you with those gorgeous puppy eyes and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You planted open mouthed kisses on his sharp jawline, neck, down his chest. You felt bold all of a sudden, and started to suck a mark onto his neck, which he rewarded with a groan. You took a second to examine the red mark you left on his skin before you licked it softly to ease the pain left in its wake. Jamie was a moaning mess under you, bucking his hips into you involuntarily, his hands gripping your thighs for dear life. You felt bold, wanted, sexy. Like a million bucks.

“Jamie, I want you to fuck me” you whispered into his ear, and you thought his soul left his body in that second.

“Fucking hell, angel” he answered and instantly one of his hands was in your hair, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand pushing your dress higher on your body, until your whole ass was exposed. “Such a greedy lil’ thing, aren’t ya?”

He looked at your dampened underwear as he hovered his finger over it, then swiped one big stroke from your entrance to your clit through the damp fabric. You shut your eyes and threw your head back from the sensation. Finally feeling his touch on you was like heaven. The flames of need were eating away at your body, and you weren’t sure how long you can stand the teasing.

“Please, Jamie”

“You’re fucking cute when you beg” he said, a cocky grin on his face, but before you could say anything, he hooked one of his fingers into your panties, and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. You felt flustered, your confidence wavered. He didn’t leave you time to overthink, because he pushed one of his fingers into you without any difficulty. You let out a moan which he mirrored before he spoke. “Shit, all this for me? I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re damn right you don’t” you chuckled as he started to pump his finger into you, before quickly adding another one. He smiled at you as you rested your forehead against his, slowly riding on his fingers. With his free hand he managed to pull down the strap of your dress enough to free your breast and he started to kiss and nib on your sensitive skin, leaving another hickey just above your nipple.

You hissed at the sensation and bucked your hip a bit harder, making him press into you deeper. Jamie’s fingers felt like they were made for you, and he damn well knew how to use them. As you started to ride him a bit harder, he started to curl his fingers inside you to press against your sweet spot and started circling his thumb against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, it made you see stars. You were a moaning, whimpering mess as his fingers fucked you senseless, pushing deeper and deeper with every movement.

“I know, love” he whispered between kisses. You bit down on his lower lip before you tongues started to dance around each other, and he moved his free hand to cradle your breast and caress your hardened nipple. It was all too much – his lips on yours, his hand on your tit and his fingers fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt tension build in your body, your nerves wind up, ready to be released any second. You started riding his fingers harder and faster, chasing that high you felt was so close.

“C’mon angel, come for me, that’s it. That’s my good girl” he whispered against your lips, and just after a few more pumps of his fingers you came crashing hard with Jamie’s name falling from your lips like a prayer, your veins filled with fire as your vision turned white.

He wrapped you in his arms and started to draw circles on your bare back as you came down from your high while he placed small kisses into the crook of your neck and on your temple. After a minute of collecting yourself, you sat up and kissed him again as you started to undo his belt. You definitely weren’t unaware of the huge bulge in his pants, and you wanted to ease his suffering.

He just watched you do it, with one of his arms spread across the back of the sofa. He looked mesmerized by how beautiful you were. After you finished with his belt you undid the buttons of his slacks and pulled them down with his underwear. He just watched you and you could swear he was holding his breath.

You bit your lip as you took the view in, before you started slowly stroking his hard member. He threw his head back and he moved his hand to caress your cheek. You continued to slowly jerk him off, but you couldn’t help yourself. You licked the tip of his dick, and you made it a show. It was slow, sensual, and you looked at him for the whole time. When he caught your eyes he let out a shaky breath and involuntarily bucked his hips towards your face.

You swiped your tongue against his shaft before you took him fully into your mouth and started bobbing your head. His hand moved to tangle in your hair as he guided your rhythm slowly. He moaned under your touch, loving the way your lips felt around him. You started to pick up your pace a little and he rolled his hips against your face. His hand started to push you deeper onto his cock, and the feeling of his length in your throat made your eyes swell up, and you moaned around him.

“C’mon love” he said and guided you away from him, back onto his lap. You straddled him again, his now bare dick pressed against your wet pussy, and you saw stars from the sensation. “Maybe next time we’ll finish that, yeah? But now I want all of you” he said as he aligned himself to your entrance.

Next time was all you heard in your head. You leaned down to kiss him before you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You relished in the sensation of his cock filling and stretching you inch by inch, it was delicious. Jamie’s lips parted slightly as he threw his head back, enjoying the moment just as much as you did. As he bottomed out, you kept still for a second, barely moving before starting to roll your hips, slowly lifting yourself before coming down again.

“Jamie” you whined, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life as you rode him. His fingers dug into your skin at your hips where he held you. You moved so perfectly in sync it was like you were made for each other, the way he rolled his hips into you made you see stars.

“So good for me, love. Taking me so well, my good girl” he whispered against your lips after he sat up, wrapped you into a tight hug and kissed you. He swiped his tongue against your swollen lips, and you bit down on his. You dug your fingers into his hair as you started moving faster and faster, getting overwhelmed by the sensation.

Jamie moved his hand from your hair to your cheek, swiping your lips with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You licked it slowly before he pulled it away and moved it to your swollen clit. You gasped at the perfect feeling of his finger being on you again, before he started to circle his thumb around the sensitive bud. You felt your walls tighten around him, which ripped a moan from his lungs. He never stopped his movements, he fucked into you like he never wanted anything else.

“Taking me so well, babe. So tight for me” he whispered against your burning skin. His words poisoned your mind, and they ran through your veins, igniting everything inside you. You buried your head into his shoulder as you felt your climax approaching. He was filling you up so perfectly, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was gripping your thigh so hard you wondered if it’s going to leave a mark. You kind of hoped it would. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“Jamie, I-“ you gasped and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me” he moaned against your ear and you knew he held himself back. You rolled your hips against him once, twice, all your nerves wind up before they inevitably snapped, and another orgasm washed over you. You moaned into Jamie’s mouth – your vision went white, your muscles clenched around him as you came, which gave him what he needed to reach his own high as well, hugging you tightly onto him. The silence in the room felt deafening all of a sudden. You nuzzled your face into the crook of Jamie’s neck, and he started to slowly caress your hair as he hugged you close.

After your nerves calmed down a bit you started to collect yourself and he helped you to clean up the mess. He took your hand and kissed you, before looking into your eyes.

“So… do you want to get out of here?” His grin was the widest you’ve ever seen and you laughed.

“Yeah, sure” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you.

***

The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing. It was Keeley.

“Yeah?” you asked in a sleepy voice, looking over at Jamie who was laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You were in his bed. He was already awake, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“So, I know you don’t want to talk about this” Keeley started, her energy through the roof, she spoke so fast you barely had time to acknowledge her words, “but I think you should talk to Jamie. You should tell him you’re into him!” A very telling laugh found its way past your lips before you spoke and you heard an audible gasp on the other side of the line.

“I think he knows” you said to Keeley while looking at Jamie, who was now chuckling next to you as he kissed your free hand.

[lavendertom]

My Favorite Prize

Mike Schmidt x f!Reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none! just fluff and fun 🤗

so this is my first time ever writing a fic and posting it, so apologies if it isn’t great and has mistakes, i just felt so drawn to this idea i had to attempt to write it! i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

this is kind of an au where nothing bad ever happened to the pizzeria (i’m an optimist if u can’t tell), mike still has the security job there, but it’s all good vibes bc he deserves happiness :’) basically just mike, abby, and reader having a fun day out at freddy’s ☺️

also was written w a female reader in mind, but i don’t think there’s any explicit use of she/her pronouns so do what you will with that

keeping this intro short as possible, but i’ll include another a/n at the end!

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You would’ve never thought that taking a babysitting job for a neighbor down your street would lead to some of the best memories you’ve ever had. Not to mention it also led to you and Mike, your boyfriend, meeting each other.

Naturally, you spend a lot of time with Mike and especially his sister, Abby, who you’ve been babysitting for about 6 months now. Your bond with her feels like so much more than just being her babysitter, even more so after starting to date Mike. You are always more than happy to do all kinds of activities with her, even if you’re “off the job.” After all, you’re at the house almost everyday now.

“Can we please go to Freddy’s today? I’ve been collecting quarters for months now, I want to use them!” Abby begged as you, her, and Mike finished your breakfast.

“I’m sure your brother doesn’t want to go to work over the weekend, but I can take you if you really want to go.” you said with a smile as you got up to wash off your plate.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to join in on this?” Mike asked looking back at you.

“You need a break, Mike.” you answered. “You stay home and rest, Abby and I will go. Plus it’s your job, you don’t want to be thinking about work over the weekend. I don’t mind taking her, trust me.” You often needed to remind him it was okay to stay home and rest. He works his ass off, mostly to provide for Abby, but also because he can’t help but spoil you as well. Even if you didn’t need anything, he still cared too much.

“Please y/n!” Abby shouted from her seat. “Let Mike come too. It will be extra fun then!”

“Yeah, y/n.” Mike said, giving you that look you couldn’t say no to. You looked into those brown eyes, shaking your head smiling.

“Okay, okay,” you responded laughing at the siblings, “let’s go then.”

The three of you piled into Mike’s sedan. On the way there, you and Abby sang some of her favorite Disney tunes, occasionally getting Mike to sing a line or two.

When you arrived, Abby immediately ran up to the stage of three animatronic animals who were singing and dancing. You and Mike followed behind, hand in hand. The pizzeria was full of children playing games, eating pizza, and running around doing whatever kids do.

“I don’t know why she loves those damn robots so much.” Mike said as the two of you walked in. “They’re creepy.”

“I think it’s cute.” you replied. “I think it’d be fun to hang out with them sometime, you know? Like, play arcade games with them, eat some pizza. I mean, you practically have a sleepover with them every night, Mike.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had to be their guardian every night.” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t buy it, you love them.” you responded, squeezing his hand. He gave you a dramatic eye roll and you couldn’t help but giggle at him. You finally caught up to Abby, finding the girl still in awe of the animatronic show. “Alright Abby, what are we doing first?”

The girl thought for a moment, until her eyes lit up and that mischievous little smirk she makes was on her face. “Skee ball competition.”

“What does the winner get?” Mike asked.

“If I win, you have to get me ice cream for dessert.” She replied confidently. She always knew what she wanted, and she was gonna get it no matter what.

“And what if I win?” you asked.

“Then Mike has to get you a prize.” She replied grinning at the two of you.

“Why’s it always me who has to pay the price?” he asked. Abby already began skipping towards the arcade games.

“You’re the one who asked.” you replied giving him a shrug. “And by the way, I’m so winning this.”

“Yeah?” he asked smirking as the two of you followed Abby. “What if I win? What do I get?”

“I guess something can be arranged if you win.”

“Well you better start thinking of something because there won’t be an ‘if I win’, just a when I win.”

The three of you found the skee ball games, each picking a lane to play on. You all agreed whoever had the most points after three rounds of playing was the winner. Abby decided she would count down before shouting “go!” and the game was on. Surprisingly, Abby did very well, and the game ended with a win for Abby, and a draw between you and Mike for second place.

“I win!” Abby shouted jumping up and down before giving Mike a hug. “Now you have to get me ice cream for dessert!” You couldn’t help but smile at the two, their bond was unlike any other.

“Okay, okay, Abby!” he said with a laugh as Abby pulled away from him. “But before that, it looks like y/n and I have a tie to break.”

“Oh, we’re doing this now huh?” you said, crossing your arms. “You can’t stand a draw?”

“I was told there would be prizes and I am not letting my efforts go to waste.”

“Okay, fine, best of three wins.” You grabbed a handful of quarters out of the cup sitting on edge of the game.

“Ready to lose, sweetheart?”

What he didn’t realize was Abby slowly making her way towards your skee ball lane, silently noting she was on your side.

“Don’t get so ahead of yourself, babe.” you said with a playful scoff. What ensued after was the best mix of chaos and fun.

You and Abby were both trying to throw as many balls as you could in the somewhat small skee ball lane. The two of you were laughing at how terribly it ended up working out. Mike finally realized the team you two had formed to which he kept playfully shoving the balls out of your hands, while somehow still maintaining control of his own with his other hand. By the end, you were so out of breath from not only playing the competitive game, but laughing at the madness that occurred.

“I can’t believe you let Mike win, y/n!” Abby said, sounding more upset than she should’ve been.

“I would never let your brother purposely beat me at a game of skee ball.” you said, still out of breath. “He sabotaged the game!” you shouted, giving him a knowing look while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I believe I deserve some sort of prize for my victory.” he responded smirking as he stood looking at you with his arms crossed.

You finally caught your breath as you looked into his brown eyes, then down to his lips which still held the small smirk. You walked closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tip toes to place a soft, small kiss on his lips. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you in just a bit. You could feel him smile, and you did too, letting out a small laugh.

“I’m still here you know.” Abby said, making you both turn to face her, still standing by the skee ball lane. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the two of you showing affection, but you knew deep down it made her happy. After all, she was the one who got you guys to realize your feelings for each other. “So am I getting my ice cream or not?”

“How could I forget.” Mike said sarcastically to his sister, giving her a small smile. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood next to him. “Does pizza sound good for dinner?”

“Of course, but don’t you dare forget her ice cream. She’s scary when she gets mad.” you said that last part in a whisper just loud enough for Abby to hear.

“Hey!” she shouted, knowing you guys were messing with her.

“Believe me, I know.” Mike said, ruffling his sister’s hair as they all made their way to the dining room.

The three of you enjoyed a delicious pizza dinner at Freddy Fazbear’s, making sure not to forget Abby’s ice cream she so rightfully earned. Before you left for home, Abby traded in some of her tickets for prizes at the prize counter. She ended up choosing a Bonnie plushie and a little Freddy keychain. She had been working towards collecting all of the Fazbear plushies, having just a few more left to complete the collection.

“Today was so fun!” Abby squealed as the three of you left, her Bonnie plush in hand.

“It was pretty fun.” you said smiling, taking in the final sights, sounds, and smells of the pizzeria as you walked out the doors. The three of you somehow ended up spending most of the day there, continuing to play games and eat tons of pizza.

“You know what, I think we should do this more often.” Mike chimed in.

“Really?” you said, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah. I know it’s technically work, but this was really fun. Thanks for letting me tag along, y/n.” he held onto your hand again.

“Don’t just thank me, Abby was the one who really convinced me to let you join us.”

“I find that extremely hard to believe.” he said while bumping his shoulder into yours.

“Fine, you’re kinda fun too I guess.”

“Just kinda?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe a little more than kinda.” you admitted. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as you reached his car.

“Y/n?” Abby asked.

“Yes Abby?” you replied.

She took the Freddy keychain out of her pocket, handing it to you. “This is for you, since you never got a prize for winning skee ball. And because you’re my favorite.”

You nearly teared up at the gesture. A huge smile had come across your face.

“Abby, you are too sweet. Thank you.” you said as you held the small keychain in your hand, giving her a hug.

At the last second you decided to pull Mike into your hug, savoring every moment of having your two favorite people right by your side. “You guys are my favorite prize.”

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A/N

i hope y’all enjoyed :) depending how well this is received i may consider writing more for mike and whatnot. hopefully it didn’t feel too long, once i start writing i can’t really stop myself. don’t be afraid to lmk ur thoughts in the comments!

i thought we needed more of these kinds of fics for those of us who had our inner child healed from the fnaf movie. these r my fav kind of fics and there just isn’t enough of them 🫶

if ur one to listen to music while reading, i recommend the first 4 songs off of Mylo Xyloto by coldplay. that’s exactly what went thru my mind while writing. 🤗

[vodika-vibes]

I had a thought! You'd said you liked to write for Bacara but he was sorta niche... what if reader needed to learn Bacara - as *he* wants to be known. Let's say that Reader catches his attention (do we want to do medic!Reader?) and whether it's Bacara coming in with a brother or himself as the patient, he develops Feelings for Reader. He wants Reader to know what makes him unique from his brothers, his best qualities... allllllll that stuff, but I'm also trying to utilize this as an intro to Bacara because I don't know a thing about him! *the truth comes out* So like Bacara's Best Sides, According To Him or something? If this isn't hitting, feel free to ignore! Thank you 🌑

Best Of Me

Summary: You're a Doctor attached to the Nova Corps, and Commander Bacara is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Luckily, he wants to be more open with you.

Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!Reader

Word Count: 1821

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I couldn't quite make your request work as written based on Bacara's personality, but I hope that this is okay too!

“How are you holding up?” You look up from where you’re checking your kit, and it takes you a moment to recognize Commander Bacara under all of the muck covering his armor.

“Oh, Commander,” You straighten, “I’m okay. This isn’t really what I was expecting when I was sent to the Nova Corps, though.”

You watch as he removes his helmet and sets it on a chair, and you frown when you see a bruise over his eye, not to mention the dark circles under his eyes. 

You fight the urge to force him to sit down to give him a full exam. Commander Bacara only allows his brothers to give him medical attention. You know this.

“You’re not doing terribly,” Bacara says, high praise coming from him honestly, “I half expected you to complain about being forced to leave the ship.”

You frown at him, slightly hurt, “I wasn’t aware that you had such a low opinion of me, Commander.”

He blinks at you, seemingly surprised by your words, “I…no. That’s not what I meant.”

You squint at him. Commander Bacara is a loner, the other men in the Nova Corps were all very careful about making sure that you knew that. They warned you that he, likely, wasn’t going to talk to you much, and when he did, he was going to insult you.

And, in the year that you’ve been assigned to this battalion, you’ve come to recognize that he is something of a loner. And a perfectionist. But never rude, and in fact, this is the closest he’s ever come to insulting you at all.

“Are you alright, Commander?” You ask, “Did you take a hit to the head?”

He frowns at you, “I don’t have a concussion.”

“I think you should let me be the judge of that, don’t you?” You ask gently, though you don’t move closer to him. If he doesn’t want you to treat him, then you won’t. But if he leaves, then you will shoot a message to Syringe, the CMO of the Nova Corps.

Bacara doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he sighs, “Fine, but make it quick. I need to get back to General Mundi.”

You smile at him warmly, “Of course, Commander.”

He sinks into one of the chairs, and you walk over to give him a quick exam. You keep your touch gentle, not wanting to give him any reason to now want to come back to you for medical attention, “This is really unnecessary,” he grumbles.

“Better safe than sorry, right Commander?” You ask with a bright smile as you tilt his head back slightly, “Any nausea?”

“None.”

“Headache? Dizziness?”

“No, and no.”

You move your fingers to his jaw to tilt his head a little bit, but his hands come up and wrap around your wrists. Firmly, but not roughly, “I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Worrying is what I do, Commander. It’s part of my job. But you seem fine, so I’ll let you get back to work.”

“I appreciate it.” He releases your wrists and gets to his feet.

Bacara towers over you, but you’ve never been intimidated by him. Instead you smile at him, warm and soft, and then you step away to go back to your project.

Bacara grabs his helmet and he hesitates for a moment, “Hey, Doc-?”

“Hm? Is something wrong, Commander?”

He absently passes his helmet from one hand to the other, “No. Not wrong.” Bacara finally says, before he flashes the smallest smile in your direction, “I’d like to get to know you better, when we have the time.” He admits, “I know what my brothers told you about me…and I’d like you to meet the real me.”

You blink at him, and then you flash a bright smile, “I look forward to it, Commander.”

His small smile widens a little bit, and then he pulls his helmet on and he’s gone. Back to the fighting. Back to the war.

You turn back to your work, a small grin on your lips. 

You’re not unused to the men in the Nova Corps flirting with you. For some of them it comes as easily as breathing. But Bacara has always been a little different.

Honestly, you’re not even sure if he was flirting with you. But hey, a girl can dream, right?

Bacara sighs as he walks through the darkened halls of the ship. It’s late enough that he should be in bed, just like the majority of his brothers, but he can’t seem to settle his mind enough to actually get some rest.

The Nova Corps has been fighting on this planet for four months now, and he’s long since moved past tired and onto full on exhausted.

But, since he can’t sleep, he might as well get some work done…or maybe just work out some of the energy on the training mats.

He pauses as he passes the medbay. The light is still on, which is strange, since he knows that there’s no patients at the moment. Lightly he raps on the door, and then slides the door open.

And the moment he sees her, his breath catches.

To be completely frank, his crush on the pretty doctor is humiliating. Especially since he knows he’s one of over a dozen men who are crushing on her. One of over a dozen identical men, many of whom are more approachable than he is.

She lifts her gaze from her datapad, and her pretty eyes zero in on him, before a brilliant smile crosses her lips.

Bacara feels his heart skip a beat, she really is unfairly pretty. And that smile of hers should be classified as a weapon with how much it affects him. 

“Commander!” Even her voice is unfairly pretty.

He’s so kriffed.

“You’re up late,” Bacara notes as he glances around the room, and sees that all of the beds are empty, “Shouldn’t you be taking a break?”

She laughs, “I laid down and ended up just tossing and turning, so I thought I’d just bore myself to sleep.”

He pauses, “Want some company?”

“I would love some company.” 

He steps into the room and allows the door to slide shut behind him as he crosses the room and sinks into the chair across from her with a sigh. 

She’s still smiling at him, all warm and pretty, “So, why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Bacara admits as he tilts his head back, “I’m so kriffing tired, but I can’t sleep.”

Her smile is sympathetic, “I have something I can give you to help you sleep, if you like.”

“That’s nice of you, but no thanks.” He glances at you, “So, what are you working on?”

“Just making my notes in the files of the men who saw me today,” She rests her chin on the palm of her hand, her gaze locked on his face, “It’s a shame that we’re always jumping from one battle to another. I have some ideas that I wanted to try to work on-” 

“Yeah?”

She shrugs, “I’m a medical doctor, yeah, but I started off as a medical researcher.”

“Researching what?”

“Viruses, bacteria, cancers,” She shrugs one shoulder, “Honestly, I find your enhanced aging fascinating, and with enough time I’m sure I could reverse it.”

Bacara stares at her, “Why would you do that?”

“Because you all deserve a chance at a regular life when the war is over,” And then she laughs softly, “I haven’t actually started doing any research yet though.”

“Why not?”

“I wasn’t sure anyone would agree. And I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up.”

“You should. I’ll let you take blood or whatever from me,” Bacara offers.

“I might just take you up on that offer,” She replies with a small smile, “You know, I think this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, well…” He shrugs, “I know my brothers told stories about me.”

“They did.” Her voice is soft, “I haven’t found any of the stories to be true, though. I think you’re very likable.”

Bacara’s heart flips again, “...how likable?” He can’t stop himself from asking.

She laughs, though there’s nothing cruel about it, “Very likable.”

“Oh, good.”

She pauses and twirls her pen between her fingers, “Actually, Bacara,” She says slowly, and he jolts as she says his name rather than his rank, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Are you…that is, do you have any interest in dating?” She asks as she doesn’t meet his gaze.

“I suppose,” Bacara says slowly, his mouth slightly dry, “That depends on who the other person is.”

“If it was, say, me?”

“I’d be very interested.” He replies immediately.

A small smile lifts her lips, “In that case, would you like to go on a date with me? There’s not a lot we can do on the ship, but we can still have a movie night or something.”

“Yes!” Bacara blurts, and then his face heats, “Ah…I mean, yes. I would like that.”

She giggles and Bacara’s even more smitten, “Then it’s a plan.” She pauses for a moment and sets her pen on the table, before she gets to her feet and walks over to him.

Slowly she ducks her head and presses her lips against his temple.

Her lips are warm and soft and it takes every ounce of his will power to stop from wrapping his arms around her and pulling her onto his lap and kissing her like how he’s been dreaming of for months.

“Was that okay?” She asks softly.

“Yes.” He replies hoarsely, “It’s more than okay.”

Some of the worry fades from her face, and she smiles at him warmly. And then she gently takes his hand and pulls him to his feet. “Why don’t you lay down on one of the beds here?” She offers.

Bacara frowns, “I’m not sick-”

“No, but you are tired. Maybe you’ll sleep better with me in the room with you?”

The offer is a kind one, and, really, there’s no harm in trying. So he settles on one of the beds. She dims the lights and then returns to his side, and lightly trails her fingers through his hair, “Goodnight, Bacara.”

“Hm…night.” He replies as he drifts off to sleep.

And an hour later, he stirs when he feels a gentle weight on the bed. He blinks, blearily, trying to get his bearings. And then a small smile crosses his face when he sees the Doc with her head resting on her arms, fast asleep while sitting in a chair.

Slowly, he eases her into the bed next to him, and he wraps an arm around her as she tucks her head under his chin, already mostly asleep.

Sure, he’ll have to deal with his brothers’ teasing in the morning, but it’s worth it to have her in his arms.

[navybrat817]

It's a Ginger Thing

Pairing: Soft Dark!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: Feeling a bit stir crazy from your daily routine, you share an idea with Nick that may be good for the other wives. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied smut, noncon/dubcon elements (you have been warned), gaps in memory, gaslighting, coercion, creepy vibes, Nick Fowler (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Nick and Ginger's Intro for my Disturbia AU! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Nick took you to the gym at the same time each day before he went to work. Exercising was your favorite part of your daily routine. It gave you a chance to get out of the house, stay in shape, and have some time with your husband before he went on his way and you got to work on your chores. It was also a good way to get some of your frustrations out of your system, which you could only do so much through cleaning.

A good wife keeps a tidy home for her husband.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you stopped in mid stretch. It was difficult to pinpoint why you weren’t overly fond of cleaning. It wasn’t that you didn’t like a put together home and you would never look down on anyone who thrived on being a stay-at-home spouse. But it wasn’t a way for you to flourish. It was as if one day you just decided to give up on your wants without a second thought.

What did I want to do before we moved to The Haven? I had goals, didn’t I? Ambition?

You sometimes liked to imagine that you wanted something more beyond the duties of a housewife. Something exciting or a job that could help people in some way. It was possible to support Nick in the ways he needed while having something of our own. Was that too much to ask?

Yes. Because Nick helps so many with his job, along with taking care of me. Supporting him should be enough.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked when you quickly finished stretching.

“Nothing,” you said, putting your hands on your hips as his bright blue eyes focused on you. Seeing him in his workout clothes, the taut muscles defined through the fabric, made it difficult to concentrate. “Just don’t really think I’m up for doing any housework today.”

“Your head bothering you?” he asked, taking a sip of water with an unwavering gaze.

Nick was a little different from some of the men you knew in the neighborhood. From what you observed, Steve ruled his home with an iron fist and he expected Cherry to fall in line. You had to bite back a retort more than once when you saw how he treated her, especially since she was so kind. Scott was one of the nicest guys on the block, but traditional in that he expected Rose to find fulfillment as a homemaker and future mother. Andy and Ruby, you still weren’t quite sure how they fit together, but they at least seemed happy.

But Nick? It didn’t bother him if you skipped cooking one night to order takeout or if you let laundry go for a day. The last time you snapped at him to put his own plate in the dishwasher, he laughed and bent you over the kitchen table until you were a drooling mess. All while telling you he loved the fire inside you. Because at the end of the day, he wanted you by his side and in his bed.

That was the only true rule he enforced: Don’t ever leave him.

And why would I? Nick Fowler is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

“I think you went away there for a second,” he said.

“Sorry. Guess my head is bothering me,” you replied, graciously accepting the other bottle as he handed it over.

You never expected to crave fruit infused water, but it soothed the aches in your body. You once asked if he put muscle relaxers or something in your drinks since you always seemed to feel better once you had them. He said “yes” with the most serious expression before he winked. And you promptly dumped your drink out. He had to make them in front of you for a week straight before you took them again without question. It didn’t matter that it was a joke to him because you took it seriously.

Nick wouldn’t hurt me though. He loves me with his entire being.

“So, I was thinking,” you began, pausing to take a large sip.

“That can’t be good,” he joked, chuckling when you grabbed his towel to toss it at him. “Kidding! I was kidding. What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

I don’t know half the time and that scares me.

“I was thinking that it might be good if I taught the girls a little bit of self-defense. Maybe we can rent out a spot here? Or I can even teach it in our backyard?” You told him, giving him a pleading smile. “What do you think?”

“Why would you want to do that?” he asked, motioning for you to follow him to one of the sparring mats.

Where Nick goes, I’ll follow him.

“It would be good for me to break up my routine a little bit. I love our time here at the gym and it’s fun hanging out with the girls, but I think it might be good for all of us. I know that we live in a safe neighborhood, but you never know what'll happen.”

“I'm sure Ruby can defend herself just fine,” he joked, running a hand through his short hair. You could tell he was trying to get your attention on him and not the topic at hand.

“And what about Cherry and Rose?” you asked. “And didn’t you say someone is living with Bucky now? What about her?”

“Plum. We haven’t met her yet,” Nick shrugged a little. “I understand that you don’t want to stay home all the time, but I really don't see the need for a self-defense class. The others will probably feel the same way.”

“Of course, you don't see the need for it,” you snapped before you could stop yourself. “You know why? Because you're not here. Day in and day out, you get to leave and go to work. The other husbands get to leave. And the wives? We’re stuck here. It’s enough to drive me crazy.”

Don’t raise your voice at your husband.

A shuddering breath left your lungs when Nick clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. It reminded you of a nightmare you had before you moved into the neighborhood. Of him chasing you down and catching you with that same terrifying look before he fucked you into submission. There was an ache between your thighs when you woke up, but he assured you it was nothing more than a vivid, terrible dream.

You felt so bad about it that you ended up apologizing to him.

A good wife knows when to concede to her husband and chooses her battles wisely.

“Whatever it is that you're feeling, you don't need to take it out on me. I'm on your side,” he reminded you before he took a deep breath. “Look. I can’t make any promises that anyone will be okay with a self-defense class, but I’ll at least ask.”

“You will?” you asked in a softer voice, bringing your water to your lips and deflating a bit as the cool liquid flowed through your body.

“I will,” he promised, taking the drink away from you when you gave a smile. “May I offer a compromise in case they say no? An aerobics class? This way you can still get quality time with the girls here.”

That didn’t seem like a fair compromise to you. How would aerobics help the girls, besides staying in shape? But the smile Nick gave you was enough to back down the rising words in your throat.

Nick knows the best course of action.

“I’ll consider that,” you said, gasping when he kicked your feet out from under you. Luckily, you didn’t get the wind knocked out of you as you landed on your back. “Nick!”

“Always be aware of your surroundings, Ginger,” he smirked, joining you on the ground. He easily caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. The position left you vulnerable. “If you’re going to help these girls, you need to be able to help yourself.”

“I can,” you said through your teeth.

I’m not weak. I’m stronger than he thinks I am.

“Yeah? Then get out from under me or stay there and let me get you off,” he said, bending down to brush his lips against yours. “Or maybe I should leave you hanging for snapping at me.”

You moaned when he dipped his hips against yours. Was it the control he had that made him hard or the fact that anyone could walk into the gym and catch you? It wouldn’t be the first time. He liked it when others caught him fucking you.

He’s a proud husband and there’s nothing wrong with that.

“Sorry I snapped,” you whispered, arching your back when he tightened his grip on your wrists.

“Why don’t you let your pussy show me how sorry you are? Then I’ll believe you.”

Whatever Nick wants, he gets. And I’ll be happy to give it to him.

Good life with Nick, right? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Nick Fowler Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[heartbeat-eras]

~Intro Post ~

Hi everyone!

Long time cardiophile in the community but just discovering tumblr for the first time.  Please bear with me while I work this out 😅

About me:

My first memory was me, maybe 3 years old, with my head on my Mums chest asking her what that was. Ever since then it’s always been a thing I’ve been fascinated in. 

My cardio-interest can be many things and have evolved over the years. I have the curiosity about what certain things make it do. How it reacts to exercise or caffeine or nicotine or standing different ways. How holding your breath makes it skip and slow down. I love seeing the reactions to different things. This was the era I started in. 

Then there is the emotional side. The heart can’t lie. If you had a stethoscope on my chest right now, while these words could be trying to portray confidence - you you hear her thrashing in my chest with nervousness / excitement. (Talking about hearts, even anon, gives me anxiety). It’s one of those things that in my real life I would love to be more open about but the level of trust to do that is something that needs to be earned. 

And the dark / …. Adult side… if you asked me years ago I would have said hell no. It depends on the day, month, mood, etc. I’m more open to it these days. Electro, breath play and cpr is what I would lean into, but I’m either in the mood or definitely not. There’s no in between. 

RP / Messages - I’ve never RP before. Maybe I want to try? I’m not sure. I need to be comfortable to talk about hearts so it would have to be a slow intro into it. I also never know how to answer a blind message saying “how’s your heart?”  It kinda feels intrusive and personal so unless it’s a comment about a post PLEASE just start how you would any message to any friend 😊

About my heart

My heart wasn’t all the exciting. Sleeping she gets into the high 40s - low 50’s. Just sitting around working she’s chill around 68. It’s the exercise that gets her. I’ve been a smoker for about 16 years (the last 3 of those vaping instead). When I exercise she shoots up and stays in the 170-188 range on a run. Her recovery is ok considering nic. Slows down initially pretty quickly but says just about 100 for a while. She doesn’t throw many skips and I can induce a couple from a breath hold / push but usually will just beat really slowly after that. 

… well all that was until 6 month ago. Yo girl was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult and started on stimulants. Now she feels completely different. I needed to go through the full heart check prior to this, I wanted so bad to see the ECG and see her beating but I was mentally not in a good place and didn’t get to. 

They say that Dexadrine is meant to only increase your resting by 5-7 beats. I would end up sitting at my desk and her beating away happily in the 90s. I haven’t exercised yet but when they wear off at night I can definitely feel her pounding a bit harder and faster than she used to. I’ve now noticed late at night she will occasionally get skippy and throw 5 or 6 beats in a row. But only occasionally and then goes back the normal pounding rhythm. 

Last night I wore my chest strap to bed to see how she was behaving. When she would usually be around 50, last night she didn’t get lower than 65. Today I decided to test her and record her without getting up and taking my meds. A true resting test. She was steady around 68 for 45 mins. Then she increased to about 72 as they kicked in. So maybe they weren’t lying. Maybe just being up is enough to jack her up into the 90s 🤔 she is pounding really forcefully though. I think I’m going to continue monitoring and see if this the norm. 

Anyway, you’ve made it this far you probably deserve some of her sounds. After she didn’t take off into the 90s like I thought she would I decided it was time to have my morning nicotine. This is where the changes took place. A short sound for you to hear hear speeding up. This is before I’ve stood up still. 

What do you hear? How fast is she beating? What do you think she’s feeling? 

Soon I’ll try some exercise and we will see how that goes. 😅

[tiredmamaissy]

Handle Me

Read Part II

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Omatikaya Reader (20)

Warnings: extreme nsfw, 100% smut, dom lo’ak, profanity, slight age gap, rough [brief] oral sex, degradation, rough sex, edging, breeding kink/creampie, slapping/smacking?

Word Count: 3.5

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: highkey  lowkey wanted to make him knot her but ya know :’) can’t overuse it. Sorry for the quick ending, btw. Hope you like this, anon[s]. <3 i also ended up changing the title for this lol

Synopsis: Neteyam is your best friend. His baby brother, Lo’ak, has been hot and bothered for you for some time. You always decline his obvious advances because of the age gap – and the fact that he could never handle you. Until one day, you find yourselves alone in a tent, and he takes you on his own terms.

Intro:

You visit your best friend, Neteyam, in his tent to give him some supplies before he embarks on a hunting trip. Behind him, you see his baby brother, Lo’ak, with his arms crossed over his chest, looking you up and down with a grin on his face. He always looked at you like you were something to devour – something to fuck. Neteyam would always encourage you to give his ‘baby bro’ a chance, but it never interested you. Knowing that he’s ‘hot and bothered’ – as he would call it – for you gives you the ick. He’s simply too young, even if it’s just by a year. In a rush, Neteyam snatches the pouch out of your hands, and gives you a friendly pat on the back before hurrying out of the tent – leaving you and his brother alone.

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“Oh, princess. I’d never be so quick to leave you.” Lo’ak smirks, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, arms still crossed over his chest.

You take a few brisk steps towards him, ready to get this over with so you can go back to your usual daily activities.

“Lo’ak. How many times do I need to tell you before you get it through this thick head of yours?” You say, poking two digits into his temple. “You’re too young for me.”

“By what? A year? C’mon baby. We’d be so good together.” He laughs with you, grabbing the fingers that poke his temple to brush them to against his lips.

Ripping your hand from his grip, you take a step back and shake your head.

“I’m serious, Lo’ak. If you made me choose between you and your brother...” you grimace at the thought – Neteyam is like your own blood. “...I’d fuck Neteyam over you any day.” You almost gag as the words come out your mouth.

“Besides. You wouldn’t be able handle me.” You turn around to leave the tent.

Lo’ak grabs your arm, pulling you back in to face him.  

“Oh, yeah? How do you know I can’t handle you? You don’t look like much to handle, y/n.” he looks up and down at your tiny frame.

“Because you’re too young. I only go for guys my age or older... much older. Like your daddy older.” You smirk, thinking about the Olo’eyktan fucking you senseless.

Lo’ak didn’t take this well. First, you speak about fucking his brother – right in front of his face. Then, you insult him because he’s a year younger than you. And now, you’re daydreaming about fucking his father?

“Enough.” Lo’ak growls, towering over you.  

You can’t deny it, his growl made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. You can see how much your remarks are driving him over the edge – making him angry. You want to see exactly how far you can push him.

“Or what? Gonna ‘put me in my place’?” you pout, teasing him.

Lo’ak takes a step closer to you, and fists the hair at the back of your head, using it as leverage to pull you on the tips of your toes. Lo’ak smiles – a menacing one at that. It shakes you to your core, to see him so riled up.

“Do you want me to put you in your place?” he drops his smile, leaning down to inch his face closer to yours.

His rough touches make your thighs rub against one another, denying your cunt the pleasure to respond to him. You stare up at him, looking deeply into his dark, yet sultry eyes, searching for his pathetic, little bluff. All you see is his stern, sombre appearance.

You didn’t even notice how strong this boy was. You always looked down at him as Neteyam’s baby brother – feeble and childish, always getting into trouble. But the grip he has on you is so tight you’re afraid he might rip your hair out.

And you fucking love it.

A little part of you wants to take him on. To see if he can really handle you. But a bigger part of you really doubts it – really doubts that he could make you feel good the way an older man could.

You smile innocently, batting your eyes a few times. Titling your chin up to him, you graze your bottom lip against his.

“I’d like to see you try.” You whisper into his mouth.

A sinister smile plasters his face, as he takes this as your consent to obliterate your tiny physique. His grip immediately moves to the base of your queue – earning him a high pitched whine from you. He uses it as leverage to bring you to your knees, pressing your face against the warm, stiff bulge in his loincloth.

“Take it off.” He commands, shoving your face a little closer into his crotch.

You can’t help but scoff at him. Is this what he really thought ‘putting you in your place’ would be like? Dropping you to your knees and demanding a blowjob?

“Did I fucking stutter?” he growls, gripping your queue even tighter and forcing your face against his bulge. “I said. Take. It. Off.”

This warning did a little more for you, making your thighs rub against one another once more. Not to prevent your body from responding to his touch, but to give your throbbing clit the attention it’s begging for.

“Fuck.” You mutter, hooking your fingers under the band of his loincloth before tugging them down his legs.

Nothing surprised you more than his massive, 13 inch cock slapping against your cheek as it breaks free from it’s restraints. He’s the biggest you’ve ever seen – the biggest you’ve ever had. You stare at it wide-eyed, admiring its blue strips and mushroomy head, beads of precum already oozing from it.

“See? Not so hard to listen, is it?” Lo’ak looks down at you, a grin now on his face, proud to see your bewildered expression.

Still in awe, the only thing that makes its way through your parted lips are light pants, as you stare at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face.

“Is it?!” He shouts, pinching the base of your queue.

“Sst! Shit. Yes.” You yelp out from the shooting pain running through the length of your queue.

“Good. I don’t like repeating myself, little one.” He has a smug look on his face, taking joy in call you little. “Now. Make me feel good.”

As much as you didn’t want to give him the pleasure, there was no denying that this is what your body wanted. Your face was already rubbing against his base of his cock, breathing in the musky scent of his swollen balls.

Lo’ak gives your cheek a light smack before gripping your jaw with his free hand, burrowing his thumb in between your jaw bones – forcing your mouth open.

“What did I just fucking say about repeating myself?” he shouts, using his grip on your queue to move your mouth onto the head of his cock, as if you were a fuck toy.

“I – I’m sorry.” You spit, looking away from him all together.

Another smack. “Say that again. Properly.”

“Fuck.” You pant on his throbbing head, “I’m sorry, Lo’ak!”

“Sir.” He says sternly, letting go of your face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I- I’m sorry... sir.” Your voice is shaky from the heat pooling in your cunt.

“There we go.” He chuckles breathily, before dropping his smile once more. “Now, make me feel good.” He growls, using his tip to coat your lips in a layer of his precum.

You look up at him through pinched brows, panting hot breaths onto his oozing cockhead. You see him glowering down at you, already getting pissed off that you’re taking so long to suck him off. You hurry, using your slick coated lips to slide his mushroomy head in easily.  

The corners of your mouth sting when only half of his length goes down your throat – making your eyes pool with tears. You already feel like your jaw is locked into place, that it can’t open anymore to accommodate the sheer thickness of his cock.

Little throaty grunts vibrate against his tip as you try to take more of him – but your attempts prove to be useless, he’s too big.

You hear a deep chuckle above you. “Not so little now, am I?”

He moves his hand from your queue to cup your cheek, caressing your full cheek with his thumb. He briefly pets your head with his free hand before using it to gently cup your other cheek.

“Such pretty eyes.” He admires them, staring down at you. “Keep them on me.” he says sternly.

Before you know it, he’s tightened his grip on your cheeks, using it to forcefully shove his cock all the way down your throat.

“Oh – oh shit. Just like I imagined.” He flings his head back in pleasure.

He quickly moves a hand to pinch your nose shut – cutting off your only source of air. He’s so deep down your throat that you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on not gagging. You feel a sudden, but firm tap on the back of your neck.

“Eyes on me.” He reminds.

You will yourself to look up at him, even though stars are now clouding your vision. A fire sets in your lungs, as they scream for a breath of air. With your airway restricted and his cock buried in your throat, all you can do is gag and slap his thigh, silently asking him to let up.

“Uh, fuck. If you keep gagging, I’ll cum down your throat. Stop.” He groans, tapping the back of your neck again.

The stars in your vision are becoming brighter and brighter – bigger and bigger, nearly clouding your vision completely. Regardless, you continue to look up at him through lidded eyes, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on me now, sweet thing.” He laughs, giving you two, hard taps at the back of your head, waking you up.

You slap his thigh even harder, muffled screams vibrating from your throat against his shaft. He lets go of your nose and pushes you off his cock, hard enough for you land flat on your stomach.

“Fuck. Good girl. As much as I’d love to drown you with my cum...” he kneels on the ground behind you, “I’d rather fill up this tight, little pussy.” He hoists you up on all fours, denying you the chance to even catch your breath properly.

You’re gasping for air, panting heavily as you try to fill your burning lungs.

“W-wait!” you cough, sucking in a breath of air, “Please! Wait – my heat. It is coming soon.” You take another quick breath. “You’ll – you’ll get me pregnant!”

He laughs once more, finding your little pleas amusing. He tugs your soaked loincloth down your legs, exposing your glistening slit.

“Are you sure you’re not in heat now? You’re so fucking wet...” he plays with your wetness a bit, sliding in two digits and scissoring them open.

“All for me?” he yanks his fingers out of you, and gives your cunt a smack, stinging your clit. “Should’ve thought about that all those times you rejected me...” he rubs his cockhead against your quivering hole. “...talking back like a little bitch.”

“P-please... sir. Please. Don’t cum in me.” You beg weakly, feeling his tip stretch you out slowly.

“Ah. She learns manners.” He smiles to himself, pinning your face flat on the ground. “A bit too late for that, though. Don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, “You’ll be begging for it soon enough.” he slams his entire length inside of your cunt in one quick, hard thrust.

You whine loudly, feeling every inch of him stretch you out to lengths you’ve never been stretched before. He really wasn’t the little, baby brother you thought he was. He was much, much bigger.

And he feels so fucking good.

He stays there for some time, holding his position deep inside your cunt – swollen balls pressing firmly against your stinging clit.

“Shit. So fucking tight... You feel that?” he asks, manhandling your hips as he uses them to push even deeper into you. “Feel every inch of this big fucking cock? This cock you’ve been denying yourself to pleasure to fuck, all because of what?”

You don’t answer – you couldn’t answer. You were too busy trying to adjust to his size that you couldn’t even form a proper thought.

“Hmm? because of what?” he pulls out of you, slamming his entire length back into you once more. “Because of what?!” he starts pounding relentlessly into you, unhappy that he had to repeat himself once more.

“Oh! I’m sorry, sir! Ugh – Please.” You beg, not sure what even for.

He withdraws from you suddenly, leaving your gaping hole empty and yearning for more of him. He crouches over you, mouth pressing against your ear as he uses his cockhead to rub your sore clit.

“Because. Of. What?” he whispers, slapping your clit with his cock.

“Because – because I thought you couldn’t handle me! Fuck. Please Lo’ak – I mean sir! Please fuck me!” you beg, shifting your pelvis so his cock lines up with your hole.

“That’s right.” He stuffs his cock inside you once more, setting a merciless, pitiless rhythm right off the bat. “Now, it seems like you’re the one that can’t handle me.”

All you can hear are the loud, squelching sounds his cock is fucking out of your pussy, and the slapping of his firm balls against your clit. It feels heavenly, as the heat pools deep in your pelvis. Your cunt clenches around his cock – ready to cum all over it.

“Yes! R-right there!” you scream, taking every hard thrust he gives you.

The knots in your stomach unravel quickly, sending your cunt into a frenzy – pulsating all over his cock as you near your climax. He pulls out of you, denying your orgasm.

“You think you can just cum without asking me?” he growls, giving you a hard smack on the ass.

“I’m sorry, sir!” you jolt from his rough touch, desperate for your orgasm.

He wastes no time and slides his entire length back inside of you, his mushroomy head brushing right against your g-spot.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath, biting back your moans to deny him the pleasure of knowing he’s making you feel good.

“Yeah? It’s right here, isn’t it?” he asks, thrusting right into your sweet spot once more.

“Ugh! Fuck – n-no!” you lie, hating the fact he’s making you feel this fucking good.

He gives you a hard, deep thrust. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

A desperate, filthy noise escapes your throat, only confirming his suspicions. He laughs to himself, pounding into your little, sopping cunt, forcing out all the little whines and whimpers you’ve been trying to hold back from him.

“Moan for me, you needy little thing.” He demands.

His thrusts become insistent, demanding you moan for him – demanding you cum for him. They’re too much, too deep, too hard – too fast. You try your best to crawl away, scared for your poor, bruised cervix. All for him to just grab you by the tail and yank your back up onto all fours.  

“Stop fighting it. Take me like the good little slut you are.” He pins you down by your head. “Hmm? Thought I couldn’t handle you?” he grinds into you, pushing his pelvis even harder against the fleshiness of your behind.

“Shit! Stop! You’re too fucking deep, please!” you beg, feeling his tip pierce through your cervix.

“Too deep, or too big?” he rocks into you, maintaining his depth.

“Too big! Too big!” you whimper, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks again.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He lets loose a breathy chuckle, pounding into you once more.

Your sweet spot swells from his relentless thrusts, begging for release. He feels your cunt warm up, clenching around his cock. You try hold it, even though you want to cum so bad.

“Ask me.” He states, head dipping forward from how good your pussy feels around him.

“Please...” you moan softly.

“Please... what?” he slows his thrusts down, threatening to edge you once more.

“Let me cum... please!” you let out a sweet little cry.

“Aww, my sweetheart. Ask me to breed you, then you can cum. Okay?” he says gently, picking back up the pace.

“No – no... please.” you plead with him, on the verge of cumming.

Lo’ak clicks his tongue and pulls out of you – frustrated because he was close, too. He looks down at the sight of you squirming around beneath him, your body trying its hardest to search for the cock that was just impaling it.

“Such a pity. Let’s try this again.” he taps your thigh, signalling you to get back into position.

Positioning your self on your weak, shaky knees once more, you swoop your hand underneath you to take two fingers and spread your pussy lips for him. You can’t believe that your body is submitting to him, of all people.

“Look at you... begging me to fuck you.” he smiles to himself, positioning his tip at your entrance.

He doesn’t move, though. He lingers there, allowing just the tip to poke at your entrance. He wants you to work for it, so he can relish in the fact that you’re now the one begging to be fucked.

And you knew it.

“Fuck. Lo’ak.” You huff, frustrated that he’s practically pushing this in your face.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” He grins, giving you a pass for saying his name.

He watches as your cunt swallows his cock, inch by inch, all the way until the softness of your bottom presses against his pelvis once more. You rock into him languidly, feeling too weak to set a steady, and quick rhythm.

It doesn’t feel the same. Your little, tiny mewls that evade your mouth are evidence of it. You needed him to fuck you, to dominate you – to handle you. He could tell, too. But he just allows you to struggle to make yourself cum, waiting patiently for your sweet pleas.

You give up.

“Please. Fuck me, sir.” Your pleas are quiet and come out more as a whimper.

“That’s all you had to say, little one.”

He snakes his hands around your waist, slowly sliding them down to your sore hips, and grips them, tight. He angles his cock downwards, to fuck right into that swollen, abused sweet spot of yours. Teasing you, he lingers again, gentling massaging it with his tip.

It sends you over the edge.

“Good Eywa, just fuck me already!” you scream, pushing back on him.

He lets loose a loud, breathy laugh before sinking his nails into your hips and rutting into you. The sound of smacking flesh and your loud, lengthy moans fill the air, as you push against his thrusts, frantically chasing your orgasm.

He can already feel you heating up around his cock, clenching him tighter – moans becoming breathier.

“You know what you need to say, pretty girl.” His breathy words bounce at every ruthless thrust he gives you.

“’m gonna cum! Can I cum? Please...Ngh – Can I cum?” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut to focus on the growing sensation in your pelvis.

“No.” he growls, smacking your ass, leaving it stinging and red.

You knew that’s not what he wants to hear. Orgasm so near you had no other choice but to accept your fate as a vessel to carry his child. You grit your teeth, giving in to his wishes – giving into him.

Because you’re desperate.

“Fuck. Breed me! Make me into your breeding bitch! Cum inside of me, please!” you scream, unable to bite back your tongue anymore.

“That’s right. Go ahead, cum all over my cock.” His thrusts become more remorseless – deeper and shorter.

“Oh – oh fuck. C-cumming!” you cry out, body uncontrollably convulsing underneath him before going limp.  

He flings his head back, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, begging for him release his essence inside of you. Giving you two hard, deep thrusts, he stays inside of you, holding your hips down on his cock as he spurts his thick, warm, ropes of cum deep inside of your womb.

“You took me so well. Sorry – I mean handled me so well.” he praises you, tapping you gently on the thigh.

He pulls out of you, only for your lifeless body to slump on the floor – passed out.

“Oh shit.” He mutters, realizing he may have taken things a bit too far with you.

He hurries to put on his loincloth before cleaning up the mess beneath him.

“What the fuck happened here?” Neteyam’s voice makes Lo’ak jump in his skin.  

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[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Love language: acts of service

Solomon is unusually eager to help you care for your newly acquired demonic features, even if you are unsure about it you accept his help

Wc: 800

"Are you sure this is necessary?" You wonder, but it doesn't seem to truly bother you Solomon could assure by how comfortable you were against lap

"Well" he takes a small brush from the care bag he managed to buy last second "unless you want to avoid windows and going out of the house until I set the spell up again this seems the most efficient"

He slowly brushes your new horns, taking care of the creases to take off the dust

" Plus, i have heard Asmodeus talk about his care routine for a good hundred years so you can rest assured that you are in good hands" it's a strange occurrence that for once Solomon's smile reached his eyes, truly enjoying this

"Couldn't you have given me simpler horns? If I didn't know best I would say you enjoy taking care of-" his nimble fingers rub just where your horns connect making a pleasurable shiver down your back relaxing your muscles and making your new wings lie flat against your back "mhm, riight there"

" Just as an overgrown cat" he stops scratching your head to try and reach a different angle of your horns, too engrossed in brushing off dust to care about your whines

" Remember you also gave this cat claws" the new long black manicured fingers guide his hand from your horns to your scalp

" Such a cuddly kitty, I'm happy Satan isn't here to steal my cat away" he kissed in between your horns " so, would you prefer devildom belladonna wax or bloody sap wax?"

" wax?" You toy with the small containers pushing it back and forth

" To protect your horns from heat, acid, chipping, snapping in half-"

" They can snap in half!? What if mines break? I have been bumping intro walls and door a lot lately"

" I wouldn't really worry, at worst it would look silly but it seems that horns don't have a lot of nerves." His words calm you down, and you pick one of the waxes to give him

He grabs a white and blue rag and pours a bit of the wax "well, It won't hurt unless you…" the rag falls around one of your horns and Solomon pulls on it somewhat roughly "pull the whole horn out from the base!"

"HICK!" As you turn around to face Solomon his hand slips away leaving your horn shiny with wax

" Jajaja. Did I scare you?" His mischievous smile and evil laugh are truly inseparable from him, huh? " Now, down again, I have to truly wax your horns"

" As if!" You grasp your horns and lift your foot again his chest pushing him away

" There, there" he pats your head like a child lightly pushing you towards his lap "this time's for real"

Scrolling through your DDD you don't mind how tenderly he seems to be, slowly rubbing the wax on the other "I wonder how the brothers would react to this" he giggles like a teenager girl with her crush

" Oh? Why so?" He keeps rubbing over the same spot over and over, you are sure they are properly protected already but you would never deny little signs of affection from him

He sighs a little, his hands now spreading your wings, checking the membrane and the bones " well, usually grooming is such a private affair that even between couples they rarely do it together. Well unless…"

" Unless?"

" Unless they pretend to mate for life" he leaves your wings alone for a little while

"Oh? But didn't you help Asmodeus with grooming before?"

" not quite~" he slowly rubs the membrane connecting the different bones in your wings "I only helped with skincare in his human form or choosing nail art. Once I tried to touch his wings in demon form and he sent me flying against the wall from the hit his wings gave me!"

You laugh lightly looking up to him through your eyelashes teasing him slightly" Well, you don't have wings or tail… Can I wash your hair or cut your nails?"

His hands slap against his cheek with a soft smack as he looks to the side, over exaggerating his voice " Oh my~ who would have told me you were such a smooth talker" looking up to him you see the slightest blush on his face but before you are able to comment on it he pushes you off and walks out of the door " I forgot the big soft bristles brush. I will go buy one"

Looking toward the fabric bag he brought from the shop you find a big headed brush similar to a newborn brush. Running your fingers through the soft strands a warm feeling creeps up your chest

Such a silly sorcerer, he teases you freely but gets so bashful when you flirt back

[heich0e]

liv... do you have smth for oikawa perhaps? 👉👈

[yes ofc!! here's a wip that features a very small reference my fav HC aka iwa being half filipino]

He’s not a university student. 

And if he is, he’s either completely brilliant or the laziest academic you’ve ever seen.

He shows up a few times a week with some variation of the same three friends: the one with strawberry coloured hair whose standing order is a white chocolate mocha with no espresso (which makes it a white hot chocolate, though you never correct him); the second a tall, dark-haired young man with a smooth voice and expressive eyebrows that betray his impassive stare, who usually orders just a medium latte made extra hot and who sips it over a long period of time, never asking for a refill even though you’d be happy to give him one on the house; and the third is Iwaizumi Hajime. 

You know Iwaizumi from school, he’s a student in the same Intro to Basic Human Anatomy course as you are, and you recognize him the first time he comes into the cafe you work in, a few weeks into the school year. He doesn’t introduce you to his friends, but you learn their names thanks to taking their orders enough times: white chocolate mocha (no mocha) for Makki, extra hot latte for Mattsun, small dark roast for Iwa.

And a caramel macchiato for Oikawa.

Oikawa is the aforementioned worst (possible) student in the world.

You know this because while he might show up with some or all of the other three boys, he is the only one you’ve never seen crack a textbook while they sit at their table in the cafe. No, he generally is leaning back casually in his chair, talking for hours while the other boys work, even though they don’t seem to be paying much (if any) attention to him. 

So either he is the type of smart that means he doesn’t have to study, he’s the type of stupid who thinks he doesn’t need to, or he’s just not a student at all.

He doesn’t seem overly bothered by the fact that his friends aren’t paying attention to him, even when Mattsun puts his headphones in right next to him, even when Makki slumps down in his seat to hide (poorly) his face from his friend. Iwa seems to be the one most bothered by it though, and you overhear him threatening violence on more than one occasion if Oikawa doesn’t ‘shut the fuck up’ while he’s trying to study.

It all comes to a head right around midterm season. The four boys are at their usual table, and have been for most of the day, and you overhear an outburst. You peek you head around the espresso machine to catch a glimpse, and find Oikawa rubbing his forehead tenderly, Iwaizumi clutching a heavy kinesiology textbook in his hands which (you can only assume) he just used to bludgeon him.

“You’re so mean, Iwa!” Oikawa whines, nursing his wound. “Who else am I supposed to talk to?” 

“Literally anyone else! Unless you want me to fail this midterm and flunk the course and you can explain to my nanay why I have to repeat it next summer and also pay the tuition fees.”

Oikawa pouts, standing up from the table dramatically with his empty macchiato glass and stalking towards the counter.

Towards you.

And that’s where it all starts.

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where you move on quicker than ashton expected you to.

Warnings: ashton is so rude tbh, swearing, angst, cheating, mentions of cheating, gaslighting, the hypocrisy is real in this one

Ngl, I never thought I'd write for a 5sos member, let alone Ash, but I heard this song and instantly thought of this idea. So, enjoy.

PSA: Feel free to picture Theo Carpenter as your favourite celebrity/celebrity crush because that's exactly what I did while writing this.

Word Count: 3.4k

Do no repost this anywhere.

The lights were blinding and hot, the waves creating a steady flow of warmth down and directly onto your face. You were for sure going to need to shower after this and scrub the dampness off your skin that would inevitably gather by the end of the night. 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tonight was redemption. Sort of.

It was the night of your big comeback, where you can finally reappear and revitalise your name. 

It was also the night where you could show a certain someone that you were fine, great, even, and that you no longer needed him. Your world no longer circled around him, and it was now fully healed. 

So, as the lights hit an all time brightness and the intro to the song started, you couldn’t be bothered to even attempt to find him in the crowd, where you knew for a fact he was currently hiding.

-

“I can’t believe you,” you mutter from your spot on the couch. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Me? What about you, huh?” Ashton asked angrily as he stood across from you. 

“Oh, no. Don’t you dare turn this around to make it my fault when you’re the one sneaking around behind my back,” you held yourself back from yelling and attempted to calm down by stepping away from your boyfriend, creating space that was desperately needed at this point. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not sneaking around?” He tugged on his hair in frustration. “You’re the one who is assuming that after you went through my phone. Now you’re just being paranoid because you saw a few texts, all of which you have no idea what we were even talking about.”

“I didn’t go through your phone,” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “You got a text, told me to answer it for you and I saw the previous messages. You were with someone named Becca the night you told me you were with the guys. What’s that about? Seems like you are sneaking around and now you can’t even admit to it.”

Ashton fell silent at that, clearing not thinking that you paid that close attention to the date of the text. Feeling like he was fighting a losing battle, he where he was and copied your stance by crossing his arms as well. “The point still stands,” he grunted. “You read private messages that had nothing to do with you.”

Your mouth fell open and your eyes squinted in anger. “You told me to!” You finally snapped, giving up on trying to stay calm. How could you possibly stay calm when he was the one caught in a lie and was now trying to make it seem like you were at fault. “I need you to tell me something, and if you lie again, I swear.”

Ashton remained quiet at your empty threat. 

“Have you been seeing someone else behind my back?” The question felt like it physically hurt to ask. This was the man you were head over heels in love with, but here you are questioning his faithfulness. If you were wrong and thinking too much into it, accusing him of something like this could very easily break your relationship. But, as Ashton kept his mouth shut and refused to answer, you knew you weren’t the one who threw it all away. He was. “Yes or no?”

It felt like all the air in the room had been sucked out as he sighed before answering you, and the three words had your world come crashing down around you. “Not sexually, no,”

If he wanted to lessen the blow by saying he didn’t sleep with her, he sure as hell did a bad job as your breath got caught in your throat and your heart fell to the floor. 

Your ears felt like they were on fire. The confession had been something you were suspicious of for months now, but hearing him confirm it did nothing to stop the breaking you felt in your heart. 

You scoffed, you had to. Never did you ever think you’d be in this situation, let alone with him, of all people, so it all still felt a little surreal at the moment. He was a good guy, he always had been, how were you supposed to know he’d be the kind to talk to someone else while in a long term relationship? “Did you kiss her?” You weren’t sure if you wanted the answer, but you knew you needed to hear it.

You needed to hear how he single-handedly demolished your relationship of four years. “Yes,” he answered, getting it over with. “I did.”

It was cruel, really. You gave him everything he could’ve possibly asked for, loved him with every fibre of your being and this was how he repaid you? “Well, then I guess I know where we stand,” you nodded once, refusing to meet his eye as your whole body tenses up at still being in the same room as him. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry-” he tried but you cut him off with a raise of your hand, silencing him successfully. 

“Let’s not go there,” you say, your voice coming out a lot stronger than you felt. “Okay?”

Ashton’s shoulders dropped as he nodded. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Look, I can still perform with you at the award show, I really don’t mind-”

You once again cut him off, this time with a laugh. 

You see, Ashton was the drummer in his band, but he also was yours. You weren’t a full time singer, you’ve only released two albums since you started singing six years ago, so it was easy for Ashton to drum for both his band and yours. 

You are a solo artist, and only performed a few times a year, if that, and he insisted he be your drummer for your songs and performances. And he was. Every time you went to record a song or walked on stage, he was right there beside you, and back then, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

Now the thought of him being on stage with you, after everything he did to you, and doing it out of pity, made you feel sick. 

Shaking your head, you reach down to grab your bag from the couch, slinging it over your shoulder. “No, I’m good,”

Ashton furrowed his brows, stepping closer to you. “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have anyone else to do it. Really, it’s okay,  I can-”

“No, Ashton, you don’t understand. The thought of being on stage with you after this is enough to make me want to jump head first into the nearest wall,” you mutter, your harsh words surprising your now ex boyfriend. “I’ll find someone else, so don’t worry about it.”

He shook his head, following your retreating form into the hallway. The image of someone else being on stage with you infuriated him, and he couldn’t figure out why. “Are you sure? It’s too short of notice to find someone else. Please, let me do this one last thing for you.”

You scoff and open the front door, not even bothering to glance back at him as you leave the house. “Goodbye, Ashton,” you mutter and slam the door behind you. 

-

Ashton seriously regretted coming tonight. 

Why had he thought this would be a good idea? 

Why did he think he could get through tonight, knowing you’d be doing your first performance in nearly over a year? 

Fuck, he wanted to go home so bad. 

Especially when the announcer said your name and it rang throughout the massive room. 

You weren’t singing an original song, no, not at all. 

You were singing a cover of the song You’re so Vain by Carly Simon, and somehow it felt fitting. 

Ashton had a clear view of you, his and the band’s seats considerably close to the stage, and he felt him sigh a breath of relief when the song began and there were no drums to be heard. 

You hadn’t found a new drummer in the two months since you broke up. 

He didn’t know why he felt so relieved at that, until the lights turned on and your figure was illuminated. It was then that he knew why he was happy he hadn’t been replaced yet.

You were glowing, literally, and so beautiful. The flowy dress you wore was navy blue and it was long in the back, reaching your heels, and short in the front, reaching just above your knees. The black combat boots he had seen you wear countless of times were what completed the look and he felt his heart tighten at the sight of you. 

However, you weren’t what took his breath away. 

Oh, no. When the beat picked up and the rest of the lights turned on to show your band, that is when it felt as if all the air in his body had been taken away. 

As the first verse began, the drums kicked in and the person emitting the sounds was lit up by light, revealing the face Ashton had no idea he hated so much. 

Theo fucking Carpenter. 

-

It had been a full two weeks since Ashton watched you walk out the door. Two weeks since he let you walk out of his life. And two weeks since Becca had practically moved in. 

He felt like he was losing his mind. 

Had she always been this fucking needy?

He seriously couldn’t remember a time where he wanted to be alone this badly. It was never when he was dating you, that was for sure. Never did he ever want to be alone when he could instead be with you.

Ashton caught himself before his mind wandered to you for what felt like the hundredth time since you broke up with him. That was what you did, right? Neither of you said the words, but it was implied, right?

He felt yet another headache coming on after Becca kissed him goodbye and left the house for a girls night with her friends, and finally he was at peace. 

He basically threw himself down on the couch and pulled out his phone, beginning to scroll through Twitter. This, of course, was something he’d immediately regret. 

When he was with you, he’d like, quote tweet and retweet anything to do with you. It was his way of showing you off, and letting people know that he was the one who you went home to at the end of every day. 

With that being said, Twitter really couldn’t be blamed for showing an article about you in his feed. Twitter displays topics he’s liked and retweeted in the past and puts them in his home page. He had made what he wanted to show up in his feed pretty clear; you, the band, fan stuff, and more of you. 

He had no idea how to filter you out of the feed, and right now he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He was about to scroll past the tweet when he saw the picture attached to it. It made him do a double take and he quickly scrolled back up to read the caption;

PopUpdates: Singer Y/n Y/l/n was seen out for the first time since her split with 5 Seconds of Summer’s Ashton Irwin, but she wasn’t alone. She was photographed getting cosy with drummer Theo Carpenter, who recently split from his band Black Framed Velvet.

Without thinking, he opened the thread and felt his heart drop to his stomach at all the replies. 

PopUpdates: They were pictured getting pretty close to one another, and some even say they were spotted kissing, though no pictures were taken at the time. Could he be her new drummer, and possible lover, after things fell through with her ex? 

His eyes couldn’t leave the screen as he read through the comments, each one stabbing at his heart.

I’m so happy for her!

Massive upgrade, tbh.

She has a type, ig.

He’s so hot omg she’s so lucky.

Not me having a crush on her ex and now her new bf. 

Sis has taste.

Ashton was better. Sorry.

She moved on hella quick if they’re actually together, but I don’t blame her. 

Pretty sure he’s just her new drummer since I doubt Ash would want to perform with her after they broke up.

They’re not together smh.

He’s hot though.

I hope they’re actually together! She deserves someone who will love her the way she should be loved. 

It was true, and Ashton hated that he wasn’t that guy for you. 

The pictures did nothing to soothe his hurting heart and it was then that he realized exactly what he lost. 

The images were endless. There were countless ones of you and Theo holding hands, laughing, whispering to each other and even a few of you hugging. 

How did you move on so quickly? Did he really mean nothing to you-

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of the door opening, and for a second he wished it was you. He was brought back to reality when Becca quickly ran upstairs, muttering something about forgetting her phone charger. 

It was also then he realized that you hadn’t moved on fast. He did. He moved on while still in a relationship with you, and he had no right to be feeling the way he currently was. 

He didn’t even react when Becca said goodbye again and left again as he stared at the face of your new….boyfriend? Drummer? He didn’t know. 

All he did know was that whoever he was to you, Ashton couldn’t stand him. 

-

Ashton could feel his face heat up and he wasn’t sure what exactly it was from. Was it from the way you sung the song so beautifully that ensured he knew what he was missing? Was it because he knew his bandmates were looking at him with pity? Or was it because you replaced him?

You hadn’t been seen out with Theo since your first sighting with him, so Ashton just assumed it was a friend-date….thing. A one and done deal. This was not what he was expecting at all. 

He fucked up, that much was obvious. 

He watched as your head turned and you held eye contact with Theo as the chorus came around. Theo increased the volume of the drums to build up the tempo, his eyes not even needing to look at the drums to be able to play them properly as they never left yours.

It was clear that the two of you had to have been practising this for months now and why did the thought make Ashton feel so angry? He was the one at fault for the way things ended, he wanted out, so why did his chest constrict with such an unbearable amount of jealousy and envy?

Fuck, what did he do?

He never had to worry about being jealous while with you as you made it constantly clear that he was the only person you could ever want. Now that he didn’t have you anymore, there was nothing left to calm down his racing heart as he watched the performance. 

 Ashton was sure he couldn’t feel any worse, but you promptly proved him wrong as the end of the song neared and you began to walk, quite a sultry walk, towards the drumset.

Without any warning, Theo moved his body and provided with all the space you needed to sit yourself down on his lap, your legs draped over his thigh as his arms reached around you to continue playing. It was planned beforehand, of course, but that still wouldn’t have prepared Ashton for the sight of you on the lap of another man. 

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders while the hand of your other held onto the microphone. You finished the song a few seconds later, pulling Theo into you as he dropped the sticks and wrapped his arms around your middle. 

The amount of pictures that captured the moment would surely haunt Ashton tomorrow. 

The lights dim after that and he could no longer see the pair of you, something he was both grateful and pissed about. 

How was he supposed to perform after that?

-

Ashton slammed the door behind him and headed straight for his room, where he kicked his shoes off and fell face first into his bed. 

Today was unbearable. The guys were on his case for hours on end, Becca went on a rant on Twitter about how much of an asshole he was and how the relationship was over, and he had to stop himself from calling you more than once already.

He dreaded pulling out his phone at this point. 

But he did anyway. 

PopUpdates: Ashton Irwin and girlfriend Becca Harrison have called it quits after just one month of dating. Harrison was Irwin’s first relationship after his split from Y/n Y/l/n, and it seems as if his luck with relationships is wilting by the day. 

Fuck, how embarrasing. 

Oof, that’s what happens when you cheat.

Is it true he cheated on Y/n with her? If so, this clearly wasn’t worth it lmao. 

What a waste of time lol.

Didn’t he and Y/n break up like a month and a half ago? Damn, he moved on quick af. 

Oh well, that’s what happens when you don’t realize how well you had it. 

He really did have it well. Why had he done it? Why did he take your love for granted when all you did was be good to him? 

He felt embarrassed and humiliated and hated himself at that moment more than he ever had in his entire life. 

-

The show was done with, thankfully. 

As Ashton sat in the backseat of the car beside Luke, he was really refraining from grabbing his phone and seeing what people were saying about your performance. 

It was a mere three minutes later when he ignored the way his head was screaming at him to leave it alone and grabbed his phone, opening the stupid bird app he had grown to despise.

PopUpdates: Y/n Y/l/n and Theo Carpenter gave us one steamy performance at tonight’s show. The singer later confirmed that Carpenter is the newest addition to the band and he adapted to the change rather quickly and picked up on her style of music with little to no difficulty. 

PopUpdates: Theo took to Instagram to thank his new lead singer in a post that had all of our hearts melting! We wish nothing but the best for this new chapter and we can’t wait to see what’s in store for them.

Ashton never switched to another app so quickly in his life. 

With that being said, he had no time to prepare himself for when he’d come face to face with the image of you on Theo’s lap. One of your arms was around his shoulders while your other was outstretched, your fingers still wrapped around the mic. Your eyes were closed and the biggest smile he had ever seen on you was present on your lips. Theo’s arm was around your waist while his other was also outstretched, his fingers holding onto the drumsticks as he gazed at you.

It really was the perfect picture. 

TheoCarpenter: Had the time of my life tonight alongside Y/nY/l/n and our extraordinary band. Never have I ever felt so loved and welcomed. Thank you all for the support and for watching my first show with my new family. 

This is probably my favourite picture ever, and it’s mainly because of the amazing woman in it. I’ve waited a long time for you and I’m so proud of you and everything you are. This is your comeback, this is YOUR time. Happy comeback day, baby! My heart has never been fuller. 

The cherry on top was the single pink heart emoji you left in his comments.

It was official. It was truly over between you and Ashton, but that was old news. Why did it feel like you broke up with him all over again? 

You hadn’t been together for months at this point, so why did he still feel so hurt at the fact that you weren’t his anymore?  Ashton put his phone away and he was glad it was so dark in the car. He didn’t want his brothers and bandmates to see him crying over the girl he didn’t cry over once in the past couple of months.

[syoul]

FAN CONTENT : 　 no. 1 junnipurr ! on youtube.

[ INTRO ] 　 today is february 13th, which means it’s our favourite pocket sized lyricist and producer’s birthday! to celebrate, i’ve decided to compile a few moments of kj that live in my head rent free 🫶🫶 this can be seen a continuation to my “my viewers’ favourite kj moments” vid! 

[ ROBOTIC VOICE OVER ] 　 i really just wanted to talk more about kj’s talents as a writer and producer. like, i get why oliver said he’d want to perform a lobotomy on kj. i do too tbh.

exhibit a: our beginning. the group’s debut album was worked on by all the members but kj wrote and composed basically all of our beginning by himself and it fucking wrecks me everytime like???? AND IT'S ONLY A B-SIDE???? oh to be loved by this man… their two title songs already had me interested but from the moment i heard that song i just had to stan. 

exhibit b: his skills have been recognized not only by bang chan, but woozi of svt as well and even other senior producers in the industry. his knowledge and ear for music can only be described as unrivaled in the industry. i mean, we’re talking about someone who ENJOYS music theory and does it for fun. no sane person does that. 

but anyways, enough of my rambles. enjoy!

　　 SEOJUN’S SOLO LATE-NIGHT VLIVE. 

[ CONTEXT ] 　 a fellow yu challenged seojun to make a song using only the word “taco”, which he took seriously. 

seojun eyes flick across his computer screen set up behind the camera, mouse clicks and the occasional typing on his keyboard filling the room. brows furrowed, he stretches his arms above his head and sighs at the way his back pops.  

“aish yunies,” he says, a teasing but also annoyed tone in his voice. he runs his tongue over his teeth and sucks in a breath.  [ he’s so hot when frustrated. sue me. ]  “i’m not too sure about this one.” 

“this part here works—” he makes a click on the mouse and the start of a song starts to play. “—but i can’t get the rest to line up nicely.”  

he turns in his chair, moving closer to face the camera, and shakes his head. adjusting the baseball cap on his head, seojun opens his phone and scrolls through the comments. 

“‘the great seojun has finally been defeated’ yah! i haven’t given up yet.”

he scratches his neck and leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a deep sigh.  [ this isn’t a png, guys. my man was tired 😭 ]  he stares at his phone again. 

“do you guys think kai-yah will answer me if i call him?” he stands up out of his chair and paces around the room to stretch his legs before squatting down to look into the camera, holding his phone up to show the time. “it’s three am right now but i bet he’s still up.”  [ boy 🤨 ] 

seojun sits back down and scrolls before ringing up kj with the phone on speaker. after the third ring, the man of the hour picks up. 

“hello?” kj says quietly, audibly tired.  [ his voice is so 😓 you don’t understand ] 

“kaiyangi~” seojun coos sweetly into the phone, “i’m live right now.” 

“oh.” there’s some shuffling heard over the phone. “hyung, it’s a quarter past three.” 

“yeah and?” seojun says blankly. “did i wake you?” 

kj responds with a loud sigh and seojun laughs. 

“no… i was still up.”  [ someone please get these guys some melatonin… ] 

“do you think you can help me with something really quick?” the older asks, setting down the phone and turning to his computer. 

[ insert seojun explaining the problem at 2x speed. i have no idea what he’s yapping about even after translations 💀 ] 

there’s a moment of silence after seojun is done before kj chimes in with a small, “ah, i see.” 

“i’ve been working on this for two hours.”  [ never thought i’d see seojun get stumped on a track until this live 🫢 ]  a slight whine seeps into the leader’s voice. “yunies keep teasing me and saying to give up.”

“you should give up. go to sleep.”  

“yah! that’ the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to say,” seojun pouts, nose scrunched for a brief moment. “where’s my ‘you can do this, hyung! i believe in you! fighting!’?” [ his impression of kj kills me everytime 😭 ]

“not here, that's for sure.” 

the older slumps in his seat with an annoyed whine, taking off his cap and running a hand through his hair again, as kj chuckles in the background. 

“you’re such a child, hyung.” there’s a moment of pause before he speaks up again, “have you tried…”

[ insert kj talking about more music knowledge that hurts my brain at 2x speed. god i wish is was musically gifted. ]

“ah,” seojun drawls out, fingers working fast along the keyboard. pressing play once again, he listens to the adjusted sound and leans back with a smile before pausing it and grabbing for his phone again. 

“it sounds way better, kai-yah,” he says with a large grin on his face, “thank you, jun number two.” 

“mhm, anytime,” kj responds softly. “can i ask what this is even for, hyung?” 

“oh. a yu challenged me to make a song using only the word taco,” he answers with a smile still on his face. shuffling can be heard again through the other end of the phone. seojun sits up straighter and raises an eyebrow at the delayed response. 

“hello? kaiyangi? kai-yah? my favourite child?” 

“go to sleep, seojun hyung,” kj sighs, exasperated. “you’re delirious. i’m hanging up.”

“what? wait no don’t go just yet. keep me company for a bit longer my sweet apple tart, my baby hone-” the end tone beeps before seojun it enveloped in silence again. 

he looks at the phone as if it had offended him and cursed his bloodline and slowly raises his head back to stare dead on into the stream camera. 

“he actually did it.” 

　　 CODE NAME: SO(U)L  — EP. ???  [ i forgot sorry 😭😭 ] 

normal – korean 　 italics – english 　 bold – other specified language

oliver is busy talking to the camera during his one-on-one interview when seojun quietly comes up beside him in frame, hands slowly sneaking up to unbutton the other’s shirt. 

“and that’s wh- yah!” oliver swats at seojun’s hand; the leader had managed to undo two, revealing the then blonde’s collarbones and just above when his pecs start. “stop that!” 

“hot sexy guy oliver in the house!” seojun shouts before running off, leaving the older of the two shaking his head with a sigh and redoing his shirt. 

“that guy i swear,” he tsked, looking at the camera sternly. oliver goes to say something else but is cut off by another voice.

“ah men.” the camera quickly pans to the side. kj is sitting in one of the dressing chairs, the stylist fiddling with his hair ducking her head into her arm with laughter as he catches the camera from the mirror’s reflection. “this is why you don’t trust them.”  [ 💀💀 ]

“you are a man!” oliver retorts with a laugh. 

“yeah, and i don’t trust myself either.” he raises a brow. “your point is?” 

oliver shakes his head with a sigh and a tired look to the camera. 

“gong kaijun, everyone.”

　　 ISEUL’S 26TH BIRTHDAY LIVE 

“yo wait, hyung,” ryo says through a mouthful of cake, nudging iseul with his elbow as mars tries to frantically save the younger’s image, “hyung, how old are you now?” 

“aish this kid,” he mutters. “i’m twenty six now.” 

“wow, hyung’s half fifty two,” kj mumbles to himself, head angled downwards as he pokes at a piece of cake on his plate with his fork. “he’ll have to be put in a nursing home soon.”  [ i snorted so hard at this 🖐️😭 ]

seven barks out a loud laugh, slapping a hand over his mouth  [ someone save him ] and ducking his face out of the frame, and ryo joins in soon after. kj looks up, confusion written on his face.

“oh, i said that out loud, didn’t i?” 

“you’re going to be the end of me.” with a roll of the eyes, iseul hits the back of kj’s head lightly with a scowl.  

“i mean…” the younger takes on a thoughtful look, index finger tapping his chin, “as long as you put me in the will…”

[ iseul looks so done this poor poor guy 😔 ] 

　　 MULTILINGUAL BADASSERY W/ FO SQUAD

“i’m curious.” lou looks up from the tablet in his hand. “what language do you guys use in the dorms?” 

oliver, mars, and kj all hum in understanding. 

“one of your members, ryo?” oliver nods. “is japanese and you—“ lou gestures to kj. “—and mars are chinese or half chinese. 

“you, kj, and oliver are also fluent in english. do you guys all only talk in korean or does it depend on the member?” 

“well,” oliver sighs, brows furrowed and rubbing his chin, “gosh man.” 

“it’s hard to explain, but we usually talk in korean. sometimes english too. all of us can understand it to various levels,” kj chuckles. 

“he speaks six,” mars says, patting kj on the arm. “kai is very smart.” 

“you speak six languages?” one of the hosts states at kj with his mouth agape as the other laughs. 

“mhm,” kj says with a nod, “but i’m only fluent in four.” 

“‘bUt i’M oNLy fLuEnT In FoUR’ bro what?”  [ #literallyme when kj said that 😭 ]  ous tosses his hands and leans back in his seat. “don’t even play that game with me right now.”

oliver throws his head back with a cackle and kj laughs into his hands. 

“i usually respond in the language that the person started the conversation with,” he says, fanning his face to calm down. “like, if mars talks to me in chinese, i’ll respond in chinese.”  [ we love a guy who can communicate ] 

“how does your brain function, what?” ous covers his mouth and sighs. “holy man…” 

[ i didn’t include this part in the clip (because it would be almost the entire interview if i did-) but kj later says he tries to pick up on different languages on tour to talk to yunies 🥹😓😓 so technically, he knows more than just six. ]

[ ROBOTIC VOICE OVER ] 　 there were so many more i wanted to include but then this video would be an hour long 💀💀 anyways, in conclusion, stan kj, stan syoul, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR WORLD PRODUCER!!