#and this man bought me a popsicle

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

the palestine march today was absolutely incredible. an amazing turn out, really. I am so proud of my city.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

i'm throwing my thousand year old dog a sweet 16 on saturday and my sister made an invitation for it because she's the cutest person on earth 😭

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Cherry.

Synopsis - The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Pairing - Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. steve's got an ego, but for good reason.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 2k

Author's Note - hi lovelies!! my first steve fic!! listen, I actually really didn't enjoy stranger things, but... I love this man. he's charming and he's a softie and he's such a good character to write. hope you enjoy this - it's got me all warm and fuzzy. please feel free to send me a christmas request if you fancy, I'm in the mood to write some seasonal fics. much love, always!! <3

as always, reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics!! please, if you enjoyed, consider reblogging this so it gets further reach. comments and feedback are always appreciated!! thanks, angels. <3

Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Masterlist. Inbox. The Moodboard. Series Masterlist.

Three rocks ping off the panes of your bedroom window in quick succession.

You're applying your moisturiser in the mirror, winding down and almost ready for bed. Your reflection is illuminated by a faint glow from the fairy lights you've draped over the headboard for the festive season, warm and comforting. A soft, jazzy melody is drifting from the radio softly, a welcome noise to break up the silence.

Another rock hits your window.

You fly out of your seat and towards the source of the trouble, worried that he's going to throw one too hard one of these days.

"Steve," you hiss as you yank it open. "Cut it out. Just come through the door."

"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckles, eyes rife with mischief.

You roll your eyes but step back anyway, making room for him to climb the tree and dive through the window into your room.

"Hi, sugar."

"Hi, Steven."

He grins at you, bright and awake despite the late hour.

"Don't you have better plans on a Friday night, King Steve?"

"And miss out on seeing you in your little pink pyjamas? Absolutely not."

You shove at his chest, smacking him upside the head for good measure. He feigns pain and wraps his arms around your middle, picking you up off the ground and spinning you in circles. You shriek, and the sound makes him laugh.

"Okay, okay! I'm dizzy! Put me down!"

He obliges by throwing you unceremoniously onto your bed, smirking when you almost bounce off it.

"So," he begins, sitting down across from you. "How was it? Do you feel like a whole new woman?"

You scoff.

"What? That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad. We didn't even do it."

He quirks a brow in curiosity, tilting his head to look at you.

"I thought tonight was the big night?"

"Yeah, it was supposed to be. But he was kissing me, and it just didn't feel... right? He started grabbing at me and I realised that you can only lose your virginity once - and that definitely wasn't how I wanted to lose mine."

You shrug, trying to play indifference, but Steve can see the hurt in your eyes.

"You always deserved so much better than him."

"Thanks, Steve."

"Come on, Cherry. The guy is an asshole who happens to be attractive. His face is the only thing he's got going for him."

The mention of your childhood nickname has memories of fruit flavoured popsicles on summer days flooding back. Laughter by the pool, pushing Steve in and screeching when he dragged you with him, staying out in the sun until you were both exhausted. Cherry. You've always been Steve's Cherry, for as long as you can remember. You still wear the lip balm he bought you last year, fitting for your moniker.

"You didn't like him from the start. Actually, you've never liked any guy that has ever liked me."

"Because they're not good enough for you."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"And you're the boss of me and my love life now?"

"I'm the person that knows you better than anyone in the entire world. I think I have a pretty good view on things."

You huff, but accept your defeat in knowing that he's right. No one knows you like him. Steve always does this. He pisses you off, but makes you love him a tiny bit more each time.

He grabs your foot from the bed, pressing his thumbs into your sole. You relax instantly, tired of half arguing with him.

"I give up."

"With what?"

"Dating. Fuck it."

He chuckles, rubbing soothing patterns into your ankle gently.

"You've barely even started."

"Ooo, sorry Mr Womaniser."

"Stop it," he chides, pinching your calf. "Maybe The One for you just isn't in Hawkins. This place has always been too small for us anyway."

"Yeah, maybe. It'll all change when we go to college, hopefully."

"Exactly. It'll be a whole different ball game. There'll be tonnes of hot guys begging for your attention."

"And you'll be fighting them off."

"Yes I will."

You laugh, poking him in the chest with your foot teasingly.

"And maybe the college guys will actually know what they're doing in bed."

"Hey, some of us do know!"

"Yeah yeah, Steve's good in bed. I've heard it all before."

"Don't be jealous, Cherry baby."

"Jealous isn't quite the word I'd use."

"No?"

He drops your foot and scoots closer, settling in between your parted legs.

"You're not even a little bit curious what all the rumours are about?"

"Steve," you laugh. "I think they're probably just exactly that. Rumours."

He inches in towards you, so his forehead is almost touching yours. Running his fingers up and down the outside of your thigh, he takes a deep breath in.

"You should let me show you just how much I know. We're not all clueless, Cherry. I'm confident I could make you feel good."

You exhale with a shudder.

"I'm not letting you take my virginity, Steve."

"I don't want to. There's a thousand ways I can make your legs shake without fucking you, baby."

You stare into his big doe eyes, admiring the way a single strand of hair has fallen across his forehead. You look for a shred of doubt, or amusement, but all you see is love. Admiration. Trust. Sincerity.

"Okay," you breathe, before your mind has truly processed what you're saying. "Show me what you got, Harrington."

He grins, slow and saccharine, like the cat who got the cream.

"Steve?" you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to fuck things up between us, is it?"

He smiles, big and bright.

"Never. Nothing is ever going to fuck things up between us. It's you and me forever, Cherry Pie."

You chuckle at the nickname, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"Well, then what are you waiting for?"

He shakes his head and grabs your ankle, pulling you across the bed and into his body. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"If at any point this gets weird, or you don't like it... Just say the words, okay?"

"Okay," you breathe, inhaling the scent of mint from his tongue. "Promise."

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't usually ask," you tease.

It's no secret that you and Steve have kissed a few times. Once after prom, once at a party here and there, once when you were cuddled in bed comforting him after a break up. But it's never led to anything more. Which is probably why this feels a little different.

"I know, but this is a little more... intense, than usual."

You try to ignore the way your heart swells at his consideration for you, and nod your head gently.

"Kiss me. Please."

Steve wastes no time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. He tastes like spearmint and soda, with a hint of the cherry lipbalm he steals from your nightstand. You instinctively shuffle closer to him, straddling his lap as his arms bracket themselves around you. It's like he can't decide where to put his hands - they're roaming up your back, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs. He's antsy and impatient, eager to feel you.

"Lie back," he whispers against your mouth, tipping you onto the bed.

Your head hits your pillows and you crane your neck to watch him as he crawls down your body, eyes never leaving yours.

"Steve-"

"Stop thinking so hard, Cherry. I can practically hear your thoughts."

You huff but can't keep the smile off your face, willing your mind to stop racing.

"Let me quiet things down, hmm?"

Steve presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, trailing up and up until he reaches your hip. He licks across your hipbone before nipping it with his teeth, smirking when you gasp.

Grasping the waistband of your pyjama shorts, he asks for permission with his eyes, no words needed. You nod and lift your hips, letting him slide them down your body.

You've never been so exposed, which is causing a sudden realisation that the two of you are crossing a line that can never be uncrossed. As if he can read your mind, Steve presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, tender and full of love.

"Babe, if you want to stop..."

"I don't, I promise. I'm just nervous. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise," he murmurs, resting his head on your thigh and looking up at you. "Never apologise. You're doing so good, Cherry. I love you."

You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't I love you. You've both said it to each other a million times, but something about saying it in this exact moment makes it feel... weighted. You'll talk about it later. You'll make sure of it.

"I love you too. So much."

You're whispering, scared to ruin the peace you've created. Steve kisses your skin again gently, gazing at you like you've hung the stars just for him.

"Let me make you feel good, okay?"

When you nod, Steve nudges your core with his nose, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you anchored in place.

"So pretty," he's mumbling. "Prettiest fuckin' girl I've ever seen."

He starts slow, easing you in carefully. Kitten licks and gentle nips, testing the waters. When you tangle a hand into his hair and tug, Steve gets the message.

"You want more, pretty baby?"

"Yes," you confirm, more breathless than intended. "Please."

He dives back in, this time with more intention. His nose keeps nudging your clit, the friction licking up your spine deliciously. It's like he can't get enough, eating you out like a man starved.

He groans into your heat, the vibrations making you whine. When he curls his tongue just right, you keen, the sounds leaving your mouth foreign to the both of you.

"Fuck, you sound so beautiful. You're perfect. God, you're perfect."

"Stevie," you pant. "So close."

"I got you. Atta girl, I got you. That's my girl, give it to me."

Maybe it's the my girl, or maybe it's the way he's slipped two fingers into you, but the coil snaps. Your back arches off the bed as white heat engulfs your body, vision going black for a moment. You can hear him talking you through it, loving and encouraging. Eventually, your grip on his hair loosens as you go lax, collapsing back against the comforter.

Steve grins at you as he licks his fingers clean, crawling up your body to kiss you. You groan when you taste yourself, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. Resting his head on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair, humming gently when he relaxes.

"You okay?"

"Never better," you laugh. "You're good with your mouth, Harrington. I'll give you that."

"Told you the rumours were true."

You shake your head and reach over, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand and taking a sip. You offer it to Steve without a second thought, rolling your eyes when he downs the rest.

He plucks your cherry lipbalm from the drawer and applies it to himself, before leaning up to carefully do the same to you. He pecks your lips sweetly before returning it to its rightful place.

"You replace it, don't you?"

"Hmm?"

"The chapstick. I've had it for a whole year, and I've never even come close to reaching the end."

He blushes as he looks at you, suddenly bashful.

"It's special," he murmurs. "It's our thing, you know? And it smells good. I like knowing that I'm the only one who knows you taste like cherries."

You want to poke fun at him, say something to make him laugh. But you can't. He's rendered you speechless, for the second time in one night.

"I like knowing the reason you taste like spearmint is because I've been slipping pieces of gum into the pockets of your jeans for ten years."

"I knew it," he laughs, leaning up to kiss you firmly. "I can't tell you the last time I bought gum."

"You're welcome."

Steve shucks off his jeans and his shirt, climbing into your bed with just his boxers on. You slip your underwear up your legs before getting under the comforter with him, tangling your limbs with his.

The tunes from the radio still hum gently as the fairy lights flicker.

The room is unchanged.

The people in it are not.

read Part Two here. Part Three here. Part Four here.

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[bloom-into-blue]

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕃𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣

summary: you're a single mother who verymuch wants a partner once more, and by a stroke of luck, your daughter leads you to a very special someone...

contents: fem!reader x angell, no mania au, reader had a husband before meeting angell, age gap (reader is in her early thirties, angell in her early twenties), reader is very obviously thirsty, some fluff, finge.ring, cunn.ilingus, transfem!angell

word count: 4.1k

author's note: this got so out of hand. i wanted just 1k, maybe 2k. this is my first fic in this blog and it's just showing how whipped i am for angell. good god. i am currently in my era where i wanna be a milf, so you get that this time, but maybe one day, the reader will fuck milf!garofano. maybe. also this is my first smut ever ever sooo feedback? feedback tonite queen?

things hadn't been going so well after your divorce, to say the least.

you have full custody of your daughter, yes, something you're eternally grateful for. a steady job, a nice place to call home, your beloved daughter, for all intents and purposes your life is as perfect as it gets!

but after 5 long years of marriage with an uncaring husband, one who you weren't sure you were attracted to to begin with, you find yourself feeling remarkably lonely. the touch of another, something that's been so scarce for so long, and simply knowing someone treasures you… your heart desperately longs for that. specifically, you find yourself craving a woman before a man, but as no one comes along, it's a somewhat fruitless thought.

alas, while you're a single mother, you enjoy the parenting side quite dearly.

after an uneventful shift at work and a stop by your daughter's school, you're heading back home with her holding your hand, the usual commute for the two of you for the past year or so once the divorce was finalized, though today you've taken a bit of a detour due to some construction work in your usual route. from the corner of your eye, you spot an ice cream vendor and smile to yourself; your daughter's been behaving rather well, it'd be nice to give her a treat today as a reward. “wait for me right here, alright?” you tell the little girl with a smile, then walk over to buy a popsicle for her.

barely a minute passes between leaving and coming back to your daughter, yet when you turn to face her, she's already walked away from where you left her. alarms blare in your head in less than a second, though as quickly as terror arrives, it leaves the second you spot her a few ways away, from where she calls out for you.

“mama, look! the nice lady has a kitty!”

still on edge, you approach your daughter and the woman who's crouching beside her while holding a cat. “hon, i’ve told you to not approach strangers-” you begin with a frown, though your eyes focus properly on the woman besides your daughter. her black hair with its white highlights, the leather jacket and her tank top, though it's not long enough to cover just a bit of navel that peeks out above her jeans, you can see her toned abs even as she crouches… quickly, you force your eyes to meet her golden ones, lest this stranger realize you're absolutely ogling her in broad daylight.

thankfully she doesn't notice, and if she does, she doesn't say it. instead, this stranger stands up to face you properly, making you realize just how much taller she is than you…

your daughter calling out to you curiously is what truly snaps you out of your stupor, and you nervously chuckle to yourself while handing her the popsicle you bought for her.

“s-sorry, i hope my daughter didn't inconvenience you,” you say to the unnaturally handsome woman.

she shakes her head lightly, then glances down at the cat by her feet. “don't worry, it's no trouble.”

while your daughter is delighted to be eating her ice cream, she still looks at the taller woman with a glint in her eye. “mama, can i keep playing with the lady and her kitty? pretty please?” your child begs between licks of her ice cream, and it's hard to say no to that sweet face and those puppy dog eyes. (part of you is glad she took after your side of the family entirely in the looks department)

“you can play with the kitty hon, but make sure to not bother the lady,” you warn with just a hint of firmness in your voice. with a happy cheer, your daughter goes on to pet the black cat, who doesn't seem to mind if his loud purring is any indication. the stranger before you smiles at the sight, a tiny grin at best, and you feel something in your heart throb at the sight.

…you realize you're acting like a lovesick schoolgirl as a grown woman, but you push the thought as far away as possible.

“seems he likes your kid. he's not this nice to most people,” you hear her say, which brings your attention back to the situation at hand. your gaze follows hers and you see your daughter, her popsicle partially melting in one hand while the other continues to pet the cat like he's the world's greatest treasure, and your quickly-developing crush is pushed briefly to the side, instead letting your heart focus on the adorable sight.

smiling, you nod your head. “she likes cats, though we don't have one right now.”

“hm. this one's clingy when he wants to be. usually he waits around this spot for me to come home from work.”

“oh, is that so?” mentally, you think it might be nice to take this route more often.

and that's how you first meet angell.

the more you get to know her, the more of a mess you realize she is.

the two of you chat for a few minutes at the end of each work day while your daughter plays with angell’s cat, a new addition to your peaceful routine. while you talk about your hobbies and your work sometimes, angell tells you she's a delivery worker for a well known restaurant here… but when you learn about her dietary habits, you don't know whether to pity her or be flabbergasted. it's a wonder she's a healthy and fit woman if she's always eating foods that may very well be expired by at least a month. it's quite the juxtaposition between her workplace and her actual food, which baffles you even more when you realize she's paid really well for a delivery worker.

it gets to the point where you start making lunches for all three of you, though you give angell hers at the end of each day. the first time you gave her that container with something as simple as pasta with some fried chicken on the side, yet the way she looks at you when she sees it… “for me?” she whispers with wide eyes, and you forever commit to memory the way her expression turns tender and fond and her cheeks flush. it's a herculean effort to not kiss her.

something else that's made you weak in the knees for this woman is that, much to your surprise, she starts playing with your daughter by letting her hang from her biceps and even spinning around with the child holding onto her, to your daughter's delight. it's become something that your daughter adores, and when she's laughing brightly and angell thinks you're not looking, you see the way the taller woman smiles softly at your child, only to become pink at the cheeks when she realizes you're watching her. angell is usually a rather stoic woman, so the rare sight of her being so bashful is one you realize you want to see more often.

at one point, you decide to invite her for dinner, something your daughter instantly cheers for. angell looks shocked at first, but she smiles and agrees with ease.

the three of you then walk back to your home, all while your daughter chants happily. “miss angell’s stayin’ with us! miss angell's stayin' with us!”

it's… nice. you didn't expect angell to be good with children when you first met, but this almost feels perfect.

when you arrive to your home, your daughter is quick to head back to her room to change from her school uniform, so with a fond sigh, you set your coat in the nearby rack and turn to angell with a little smile. “would you like to help me cook dinner?”

“i… i would like that,” angell replies in a low voice. this is the first time the two of you are alone together. hearing her voice like this, so smooth and deep… part of you wonders if you'll live past tonight.

angell takes off her leather jacket and puts it beside your coat, which prompts you to stare at the ground intensely in order to avoid gluing your eyes to the newly uncovered skin of her arms and shoulders, and the way her muscles move… focus, focus!

the two of you settle on making red bean soup at your suggestion, and it's a relatively easy affair with two pairs of hands working, even if angell's movements are clumsy and you gently have to guide her.

your daughter comes out of her room a few minutes later, and she's all smiles as she watches you and angell cook, though she quickly distracts herself by watching cartoons in the living room.

once more, you focus on the meal you're trying to prepare and the quiet woman you're trying not to kiss silly.

when you two are done preparing the soup, you move to grab three bowls so you all can eat while angell stirs it a bit to check its consistency. “it smells nice,” she murmurs.

“that's good to know,” you reply with a little smile, so focused on the bowls you're holding that, when you turn around, your front accidentally bumps into angell’s, and you remain close to her due to the kitchen's somewhat reduced space.

from this distance, you can see angell's golden eyes widen a fraction and her cheeks flush slightly, though your focus is more on the way her toned abs and her chest are flush against your own body, which makes your own cheeks redder than a tomato. your noses are almost brushing, and your eyes wander down to her soft lips.

“you're warm,” you hear angell muse quietly, and with a little squeak, you step back and turn away before even allowing yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss her. faintly, you can almost hear her chuckling.

dinner is served a moment later, and soon, angell, your daughter and you sit together for a nice dinner, though the little glances you and angell exchange feel too charged to focus on anything but the taller woman.

midway through your dinner though, the sound of rumbling thunder crashes above your house, prompting your daughter to shriek fearfully and you to jump as well, while angell simply frowns. the sky had been clear during the trek to your home, but to think a storm was coming? just a few seconds later there's the sound of rain as well, slowly growing from a light drizzle into a heavy downpour. it's some hell of a background noise, something that puts your daughter on edge and makes you frown at her reaction.

angell, as always, surprises you though. “hey, it's okay. your mom and i will keep you safe from thunder,” she says with a totally straight face.

“r-really?” your daughter asks, clearly doubtful.

“yeah, really.” angell smiles at the girl and adds, “i'm strong enough to keep the two of you safe. that thunder won't come close to you, ever.”

your daughter's eyes widen at angell's confidence, and with that reassurance, she resumes eating her dinner happily. the sight, coupled with the gentle way angell reassured her, makes your heart feel light; you love seeing the two of them bond like this.

dinner happens uneventfully after that, though the rain remains as heavy as before, even when it's your daughter's bedtime. you reluctantly tell angell to wait for you in the living room while you tuck the little girl in for the night, worried about what the two of you should do now.

you refuse to let angell walk back home under the rain though.

“the storm doesn't seem to be letting up,” angell comments when you come back, her expression annoyed at the sight of the rain hitting the windows of your home.

it's then that an idea pops up in your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you open your mouth and say, “you could sleep here for the night.” hastily, you add, “i-if that's fine with you, of course.”

angells seems caught off guard at first, though her expression shifts into the smallest smile as if she were… shy? “i’d like that. better than walking under the rain.”

smiling to yourself in both relief and delight, you take angell's hand and guide her to your bedroom, realizing that her cheeks turn a slight pink when she notices where you're headed. the sight is beyond adorable and makes your smile wider.

in the bedroom, you rummage through your clothes trying to find something that angell can use as sleep wear, eventually finding an oversized sweater and a pair of loose shorts, though the sweater seems to fit angell's form just fine once she comes out of the bathroom wearing your clothes. she smiles when she notices you staring, though you quickly tear your gaze away from her form.

you take your own combination of a long-sleeved shirt and shorts before heading to the bathroom to change as well, then come back out to find angell sitting on your bed, as if waiting for you like an obedient pup.

“should i sleep in the living room sofa?” she asks before standing up to face you.

“oh, no no, we can just share my bed!” you say cheerfully without thinking. a mere millisecond later you realize what you just said, and your cheeks go red at your own suggestion.

angell, bless her, simply smiles. “alright. it is kinda cold tonight,” she remarks.

while you still feel bashful about your faux pas, this response is one that makes your heart skip a beat.

when the two of you get under the covers together, there's a bit of a distance that separates you from angell, though she sighs softly before inching closer and wrapping her arms around you like it's nothing, somehow. your eyes go wide and you feel your cheeks grow warm, and from this distance her golden eyes draw you in, just as they did when you first met.

“is this alright?” she asks almost nonchalantly, but you've grown used to her, you think. the underlying nervousness and shyness in her tone are not some product of misplaced illusion.

“it’s… more than alright.”

“…good.”

she holds you close, the rain still falling as little more than background noise, and the two of you simply… lay together. you allow your eyes to scan her face, even though you're both supposedly going to sleep now, and manage to catch her eyes traveling down to your lips, then flickering back up as if she didn't want to get caught.

so it's mutual, you think as a little smile rises to your face. “how about we stop this little game, why don't we.”

it's adorable how her lips form a little pout, clearly showing her puzzlement at those words, though all confusion flees when she feels your lips against hers, and instead you're rewarded with a quiet, soft grunt before her lips move in tandem with yours. your hands go down to hold her waist as she kisses you, and in return angell's hands rise to tangle her fingers through your hair.

she's inexperienced, you can tell by the way her teeth clash against yours sometimes, but that doesn't change how heavenly angell feels, how gentle she is despite clearly wanting to do even more.

at this point though? you're both equally desperate.

you pull away, just a few inches, and she's already whispering against your lips, “can we do more?”

you want to feel scandalized, almost. she's barely started kissing you and she already wants to do more, and yet… “i… so long as we're quiet,” you reply in a hushed whisper, but that's all it takes for angell to kiss you once more, though there's a hunger to her motions that goes entirely unrestrained now.

“you make my heart all… crazy,” angell murmurs against your lips, then pulls away to start leaving open mouthed kisses across your jaw, then neck, and soon she's silently asking for permission to lift your shirt by playing with the hem of it. you nod almost too eagerly.

angell takes in the sight of your bare front as she lifts your shirt up, and while you feel self-conscious for a second as you think of your stretch marks and extra weight, she's quick to reassure your insecurities in the way her lips continue their sloppy journey down the expanse of your skin, stopping at the valley of your breasts to nip and kiss at each tit.

“you're beautiful.”

“so… stunning.”

“you taste so good.”

if her mouth weren't working wonders across your body, you'd pull angell up to kiss her silly once more.

your hand tangles itself in her hair as she keeps going, and you bite your lip to avoid gasping loudly, for her mouth has wrapped itself around your nipple and god, she's driving you crazy.

the very tip of her tongue circles your areola, the sensation too much and yet not enough at the same time, before your grip on her hair tightens the second angell starts flicking the bud of your nipple properly, then she presses her tongue flat against the sensitive skin. she's not inexperienced, you realize, simply needy, hungry, eager.

angell lets go of your nipple with a quiet pop, and it's then that you realize she's pulled your shorts and underwear down while you weren't paying attention. “a-angell?” you call, though you want this as much as she does.

she hums curiously in response, and her lips kiss down your navel, until she's right next to the place where you need her most, where she plants a soft kiss to your inner thigh and makes direct eye contact.

“n-nevermind. carry on.”

she chuckles, the little devil. “thanks, babe.”

oh, you're going to lose your mind.

angell then dives right in, delivering almost teasing licks to your lower lips like she suddenly wants to take her time with you, uncomfortably akin to a cat playing with its prey. while she teases you with barely any pressure, you throw your head back, because this is still the first time someone has touched you like this in a long time.

and yet, it's everything you need. she's everything you need.

it takes her a few minutes, but suddenly, angell's already pushing two fingers inside your aching cunt, and this time you actually have to cover your mouth to avoid letting out a loud cry. angell takes it as a sign to be even more bold, and soon she's wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking while her fingers move in and out, then press down and curl right up against that gummy spot that has your toes curling in an instant. you realize she's started to grind her hips against the bed, but by god, you cannot focus on anything that isn't her mouth and fingers.

“god, angell, please-” you whimper quietly, only to muffle another moan when she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping in and out with a squelching noise. you can feel angell smiling as she lets go of your clit, as if she were savoring each reaction she gets out of you.

“don't worry, babe. i’ve got you,” she rasps against your drenched folds, the vibrations absolutely adding to the stimulation that's already making you bite your hand just so you can remain quiet. between that and the way her fingers fill your pussy, she's making you see stars.

your back arches while angell eats you out, but the second you let out another quiet gasp, she pulls away her mouth and fingers as if she could feel you were close to cumming.

angell chuckles at the way you whine, feeling empty now that her fingers don't fill you up anymore. “sorry, i just can't hold back anymore. really feels like i’m going crazy,” she whispers as she rises up from between your thighs.

you curiously raise an eyebrow, but before you can ask about what she means, angell pulls the shorts you lent her down. her dick is hard, tip red and coated in precum, clearly showing just how riled up eating you out has left her.

your eyes widen at her size, though you quickly realize angell almost looks nervous now, and that's enough for your expression to soften instantly.

“c'mere, honey,” you prompt gently, and the second angell leans down with her torso hovering over yours, you pull the sweater she's wearing off of her, leaving her bare for you to see in all her glory.

while she seems genuinely embarrassed at first, all it takes for her to relax is you gently cupping her cheek. just like that, those golden eyes you love so much gaze at you with lust and affection once more.

her chest, soft and pliant, presses against yours while the tip of her cock brushes against your cunt in a way that leaves you both eager for more.

“i'm going in now. last chance to back out,” she whispers against your ear.

“sweetheart, please just hurry,” you beg a moment later. angell holds back a soft laugh at just how eager you sound, and she decides she's done teasing you for tonight, just because she finds you cute.

you let out a soft sigh before gasping against her neck. angell grunts at the same time, slowly and gently pushing her cock inside you and filling you up in a way that feels wonderful. she shivers above you, breathing ragged and warm against your skin, and you wrap your arms around her back.

she lets you adjust, because this woman is as sweet as she's quiet, whispering about how good it feels, how you take her so well, how warm and tight you are around her cock.

soon the feeling isn't enough, and you whisper with utter need, “please… take me, angell.”

“i'd love nothing m-more,” she replies in a breathless murmur.

she pulls her hips away until the tip of her weeping length is the only thing that remains inside, then slams herself right in like it's natural for her, dragging a startled gasp from you due to how intense it is, how intense the pleasure is. you're quick to bury your face into your pillow, biting it to avoid letting out too loud a noise while angell does her best to keep her groans and whimpers quiet.

“god, you feel s-so tight,” she says while thrusting her hips into yours again, her pace slow yet hard. it's like she wants to focus on your pleasure, yet her own hunger drives her into increasing the pace of her hips.

soon she's relentless and almost growling against the skin of your neck, her hands gripping your hips almost possessively while she thrusts her cock in and out of you. all you can think about is her, her hands on your body, her lips on your neck, angell, angell, angell.

at one point, angell grips the back of your knees and pushes them back against your chest, all while thrusting relentlessly against your body, and the pleasure is already coiling in ways you hadn't even felt before in your life.

“i'm close, ‘m close,” you gasp while trying to stay silent, yet angell makes it so damn hard as she grunts against you.

“go ahead. let go, please, cum ‘round my, please,” she begs, and it's obvious that this song and dance of yours was going to end like this from the start.

with a strangled gasp, your mouth falls open and you cum around angell like she so eagerly pleaded for, leaving a white, frothy ring around the base of her length in just a few thrusts. the sight makes angell let out a sound between a grunt and a whine, and she bites down onto your shoulder before pulling out and stroking herself to completion, cumming all over your tummy while quietly gasping against your skin. the bite only adds to your pleasure, even with the slight pain that follows.

once she's done milking her own cock, angell flops down on top of you and lets go of your shoulder, her breath coming out in tired pants that match your own uneven breathing.

you let her lay there gladly, going as far as to stroke her hair before pressing a kiss to her forehead. angell hums at the sensation, then pays you right back with a kiss right on the center of her bite mark.

“be my girlfriend?” she asks, sounding satisfied yet drowsy.

with a tired little giggle, you continue to run your fingers against her scalp. nuzzled against you like this, she once again reminds you of a cat.

“you did it a bit out of order, love.”

[ilyhaitanii]

seasons change, say you’ll stay the same ft. alhaitham, jing yuan, and neuvillette,

nsfw. no matter how many seasons pass with your lover, his love for you will always stay the same // warnings in each section

alhaitham // cw: food play (?) riding, he's very dizzy and overwhemled (in a good way)

——— summer makes everything melt, including his heart

whenever kaveh isn’t around, you and alhaitham often stick to each other’s bodies like gum. there’s never a moment where you don’t have your hands on each other. alhaitham’s hands glide up the sides of your thighs, lifting your dress up and bunches the material around your waist.

the swing chair squeaks under the weight of you both, softly moving back and forth. his lips are attached to your neck, licking up any droplets of sweat that line your skin. your finger nails dig into his shoulders, back arching at the feeling. there’s a cold sensation on your chest that shocks you. you pull back and see alhaitham licking melted kulfi off of his fingers.

he takes the melting popsicle, and drags the melted dessert across your tits. the cold and sticky droplets drip down your cleavage making you gasp. alhaitham has this hazy look in his eyes, melting into your hands that cup his face.

his eyes aren’t focused, mesmerized by your beauty. he looks up at you admiring your flushes cheeks, the way your bangs perfectly stick to your face and the way your tits are right in his face is also a bonus. he feels dizzy from the heat, but the feeling of your fingers on his skin pulls him back.

“hahyi, look at me, habibi.” you whisper gently. his eyes focus on your swollen lips (it’s his fault really. he was the one who wanted to eat the kulfi and ras malai from your mouth. it’s also his fault all the desserts have melted and it’s making his neck and fingers sticky. it’s definitely not sticky from his fingers curling in your cunt until you’re seeing stars…definitely not.)

he looks up at you with the most love-strucken eyes. something about the summertime makes alhaitham a bit lovesick. you both fell in love during a summer field trip, you got married during the summer, you had your first kiss during the summer.

the summer will always belong to the both of you. he’ll ask you later to excuse his greedy behavior as he only wanted to adore you. his tongue darts out to lick any liquid left on his lips. his eyes wander, admiring the curve of your tits, the way your hips settle onto his hand, and your soft tummy peaking out from the cotton material of your dress.

his eyes also catch onto the emerald jewel that sits right above your clevage. its a gem that matches the jewel that sits on his chest. a vivid memory plays in alhaitham’s mind.

(“look, hahyi! we’re matching! isn’t that so cute?” you asked him as you beam at big smile at him. your skirt sways slightly due to the liyuen sea breeze. he looks at you and gently smiles as he hands you a red bean bun.

“it suits you,” he says gently, leaning against the railing next to you. the both of you lean against the railing, shoulders brushing against each other.

“does it really?” you say a bit anxious as you bite into the bun. you grimace at the taste and look at alhaitham and his cheese filled bun. he chuckles and switches buns with you. you giggle, taking a chomp out of it and happily chew. “you know, i bought it because it reminded me of you. does that make you happy?” you mumble, cheeks flushed.

alhaitham takes another bite of the bun, humming in reply. however, you don’t hear it. you look over at him and sees his ears flushed pink. how cute…you tug at his ears, giggling. he furrows his brows at you as you wiggle your finger in his face. “don’t ignore your seniors, kid! answer me!”)

"alhaitham?" you say in a quiet, low voice. your brows are furrowed together, concerned for the younger man. he takes another bite of the melted kulfi and places it on the table beside him. he looks up at you with these wide eyes, almost akin to a puppy. it's so unlike him, yet so him at the same time.

a man who has lost all those close to him, someone who threw himself into studies as a way to forget what had happened. in some ways, he's still that young, quiet boy you met at daycare in the library. you smile at him softly and close your lips onto his. he's a major daydreamer-- his brain works way too much, you tell him.

alhaitham's free sticky hand cups your hip, pulling you impossibly. closer to his bare torso. the smell of cardamon, padisarahs, and sweet cream mixed with a woody, almost citrus scent invade your senses. everything is alhaitham. you're breathing him in, tasting his lips, feeling the muscles of his biceps contract, looking at his pretty face, and listening to his sweet words.

his words are so sweet you almost think he's the dessert you and your lover are enjoying on his hot day. you pull your hips up, sliding up his cock. he groans trying to pull you back, but you shush him with a kiss.

alhahaitham is a physically strong man, but he's so weak for you: his sweet, loving, gorgeous lover. you gently push yourself all the way down on him again, sliding your knees down. you find a comfortable rhythm as alhaitham lays his head back. you leave small kisses along the column of his neck, making his head spin.

his lips are agape, jaw slacking as you bounce on his cock. there's this pit in his stomach that's growing and the humid heat of sumeru is no help to him. his hands lay on your hips, squeezing the soft skin there. gently, he matches your rhythm and moves his hips against yours.

he groans your name, causing you tighten around him. there's so much going on that alhaitham can't even process it. the cold feeling on kulfi dripping down the corners of his lips, the hot and wet feeling of your cunt wrapped around him, and the slight motion of the swing is so overwhelming.

and then he loses it. your breathy, pitched mewls in his ears makes him go insane. that knot building in his stomach shatters as soon as you cum around his cock. alhaitham is never too far behind you, always keeping himself close to you. he's always in tune with your body.

he manages to lift his head up and lick the melted kulfi and malai off of your chest, leaving wet and sticky kisses along the way. he makes more of a mess than before, but his intentions are pure. he intertwines his hand with your left, kissing the wrist where your wedding bangles rest and that shiny diamond encrusted ring that sits on your fourth finger. he mumbles something into your skin as he extends his hand to grab a mango flavoured kulfi popsicle. he opens up the plastic, taking a bite of it. his other hand pulls down your dress, exposing your breasts fully.

he swirls his tongue around the nipple with the kulfi in his mouth. your eyes roll back, grabbing onto his shoulders trying to get away from the icy liquid. alhaitham chuckles against your skin as he looks up at you with those puppy eyes. you feel his cock twitch inside of you and you realize this truly isn't the end.

jing yuan // cw: morning sex, teasing, it's a mess of limbs tbh, breeding, and nipple play

——— warming up on a winter morning

the luofu does not experience the change of seasons. the most they will get is a few showers and an occasional heat wave. however this winter, the luofu is unbearably cold. everyone is wearing coats and scarves, huddling next to their loved ones.

you and jing yuan are no different. after a long night, the twi if you wake up with your bodies flushed together. your back to his chest with his arm swung over your waist, caressing your stomach.

you groan slightly at the cold radiating from the sliding door near your bed. however, the general’s body is so warm you can’t belo but want to cuddle him more.

“yuan, it’s way too cold,” you mumble into the pillow as his lips pepper kisses across your nape. he hums into your skin, eyes fluttering open to look at your body. his hand retreats from your waist, but you catch onto his wrist and whine. you press yourself against him, needing his warmth.

he finds you so adorable. he chuckles and kisses behind your ears causing you to giggle. jing yuan presses his hips against your ass. you look over your shoulder at his face, soaking in the beauty of the general of the loufu.

“how much time do we have?” you say as you turn to face him, throwing your hip over his. he dips his head down to your chest, kissing your collarbone.

“not sure…doesn’t matter. i don’t have a meeting until later today,” you ruffle jing yuan hair, curling your fingers into his precious locks.

“just because you’re not busy does not mean im not,” you grumble playfully as jing yuan pulls up your sweater. he tucks his head under the sweater, pressing sweet kisses against your breasts.

“tell them the general is excusing you for today,” you snort at his words, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips wrapping around your nipple. his tongue flicks the hardening bud, and his fingers tweak the other one. jing yuan makes sure to not neglect any part of your body. in the meantime, he humps your thigh, moaning into your skin.

“can’t use you an excuse,” you frown when he pulls away from your skin, but he quickly takes off your sweater and throws it across the room. he’s quick to catch your lips, tongue begging to enter your mouth. you sigh into the kiss, hooking your leg over his hips. with that he grabs your ass, as pulls you onto his lap below him.

his hands trace the curve if your hips and waist, squeezing the soft skin. his finger drags down your abdomen, finding its way to your red panties. he whistles when he notices the darker wet patch. you face flushes, matching the color of your underwear. he intertwined your hands and laughs,

“no need to be shy, darling. i’ve seen you in mire compromising positions.”

he’s not wrong exactly…jing yuan has had you sprawled over his desk, had your ass way up in the air, he’s seen you with his cum splattered all over your face, tits and ass. he’s seen it all, so why are you shying away from him?

it’s his stupid teasing tone. that soft smirk he has on his face and that natural dominance he places over you makes you weak in the knees and blush like a schoolgirl. the worst thing about it? he knows it all too well. he’s pulled it out of you many times as he coos at your embarrassment.

jing yuan’s thumb presses on the wet patch and you buck into his finger. he smiles up at you, pressing a soft kiss on your tummy before sliding your panties off. he notices your clit puffy, and peaking out between your folds. his fingers purposefully avoid the bundle of nerves and go straight to your dripping hole.

he slides in his middle finger and your cunt happily accepts in inside you. he pushes it all the way until the hilt before pressing on that spongey spot inside you. he knows exactly where it is and he has you seeing stars. he gently slides in his ring finger and you feel the metal clasp of his ring pressing against your hole when he slides it in.

“there you go, darling. no need to hold it back,” the soft winds outside your window grab your attention for a moment as you watch the snowflakes fall onto the sill. you smile softly before your lips part in a moan. jing yuan watches your head tilt back and eyes flutter shut.

there’s the deafening sound of your slick whenever he retracts his hand to trust into you. you practically beg for him even though he’s right here. your hips mov eon their own, matching his rhythm as your ass grinds against his bulge. he stifles a groan, trying his best to focus on you. his free hand reaches up to tweak your puffy nipples again and you yelp when he pulls one of them so meanly.

“yuan!” you cry out, hips moving with abandon. jing yuan’s face lights up at your noises and he finally decides to give you some more relief and had his thumb press against your clit. your lips make an o shape as you crumble in his hands.

“oh, yuan!! thank you- ah, that feels so good!” he feels your cunt clench around his fingers when he continuously curls his finger inside your cunt. he lets out a low laugh,

“i bet it does, hm?” he says in that disgustingly sexy tone and you lose it. you practically shatter around his fingers, your fun and slick leaking all over his fingers and palm. it drips down his wrist and jing yuan watches it travel with so much adoration.

“my good girl,” he purrs, retracting his fingers from your cunt. as you lay next to him on your side, he presses his hard on against your back. you reach your hand behind you and palm his bulge. he moans against your shoulder, grabbing your wrist.

jing yuan pulls down his pants, allowing his cock to fling free from its constraints. it presses against his abdomen, red and leaky. he lifts your leg up, allowing himself to line up with your cunt. he slips a hand under the side of your head, allowing you to rest comfortably.

his angry tip presses against the muscle of your hole and he pushes himself in. your eyes roll back when he bottoms out and lets go of your leg. your lips clash together in a messy kiss. your saliva drips from the corners of your mouth as he fucks himself into you.

it’s positively insane how quickly you find yourself about to cum again and jing yuan knows this. his free hand wraps itself around your hip and dips down onto your clit. you yelp into the kiss, but he wraps his hand around your neck, keeping your head in place. the pressure of his fingers makes everything even more dizzying.

the thought of your morning meeting is completely out of your mind as jing yuan’s cock thrusts into you wantonly. you sob and moan against his lips in ecstasy, craving for him to be even deeper.

“good girl, just like that, honey, you can take it, yeah? gonna warm me up, arent ya?” he slurs his words as the knot in his stomach grows. “maybe i’ll even put a baby in you, yeah? i’ll keep dumping it all into you until you give me a baby, yeah? how does that sound, my dear?” the thought of jing yuan pumping his cum deep inside you everyday makes you clench around him. he lets out that low laugh again and the circles around your clit become harsher.

“oh baby you love that idea, huh? don’t worry, i’ll do this all morning, okay?” you nod dumbly as jing yuan and you cum together. his cum seeps deep inside your womb and your back bows deeply, but he presses against the indent of his cock on your tummy making you spasm and trash against him.

jing yuan lets go of your neck and takes his hand off if your tummy and kisses your neck lovingly. “you ready for more, honey?” he mumbles into your hair. love-stricken, you nod your head as you look back at him with hazy eyes. “my pretty girl, i’ll give you as much as you want, okay?”

neuvillette // cw: oral (m!receiving) reverse comfort, he’s extremely touch deprived, he gets hard when u touch his thigh :>

——— spring showers brings fontaine it's flowers

after every trial, it’s said to rain heavily in fontaine. you visit neuvillette’s office after seeing the mess of the sky and therefore his heart and emotions. as you enter the threshold, neuvillette is sitting on his desk, rubbing the tears away from his eyes.

you walk over to him and cup his face. there’s this soft look in your eyes that has the iudex melting into your palm. he wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach as he sobs.

“darling, what’s gotten you so worked up? you’re not usually this upset,” there’s a prominent frown on your face as neuvillette cries into your stomach.

“this couple and child were separated due to many factors. my heart aches for the child. that little girl..” the iudex mumbles. “she went through so much,” it’s admirable to see how empathetic and compassionate neuvillette is for the victims in his trials. his soft spot of children, especially young girls is apparent. whenever he sees sigwinne or any of the muselines a soft smile is placed on his face.

you kneel near his face, cupping his wet cheeks into your hands. you leave soft kisses on his cheeks, drying away any stray tears. your hand drags up his thigh and neuvillette feels a spark inside him light up. his cock throbs in its confines when you touch him so intimately.

“neuvi?” you call out his name when his eyes seem to drift off into space. he blinks as he looks at you. you’re on your kness, skirt hiking up your plush thighs. your skin looks so soft, and your hands…they’re incredible soft as well.

he’s felt them rub up and down his cock countless times. you watch neuvillette’s eyes darken as his thoughts continue. you shift on your heels as you garner his attention again.

“darling?” you call out to him again. he finally looks you in the eyes, leaning down for a kiss. you warmly accept him, gathering his shoulders in your arms. he hums against your lips, taking your hands and pressing them over his crotch. your fingers deftly take off his belt, unzipping his pants.

you pull back to look at him with hazy eyes and smile. you take his cock out if his pants, rubbing his shaft up and down. you smile as you settle between his legs and kiss the head of his cock. he leans back in his chair, sighing deeply. you press kisses against his slit, your tongue peaking out from your lips.

this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten such a reaction form neuvillette. he typically reacts this way whenever you touch his legs or abdomen. it’s…flattering.

you hollow your cheeks as you take his cock into your mouth. your tongue swirls around his length as he presses your head down his cock. he lets out a deep groan as his fingers tangle into your hair. you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours and neuvillette throbs in your mouth.

he reaches down and slips his gloved fingers into your panties. as his finger slips into your cunt, you moan around his cock. he lets out breathy moans near your air which has your cunt throbbing around him.

the both of you desperately long for the other, needing to satisfy your lover. your hand and mouth work together. your hands cover the area of his cock your mouth can’t fit. yur sliva leaks out from the corners of your mouth.

neuvillette’s thumb rubs harsh circles over your clit and your eyes screw shut trying not to cum right then and there. “it’s alright darling, let yourself go for me,” with his permission, you clench around his fingers and cream on them. you make a swallow motion with your mouth with his cock in your mouth which causes him to moan loudly.

your hands jerk the base of his cock faster as you focus your lips on the tip. your tongue presses against the slit and neuvillette watches your saliva cling to your swollen lips. you hum against the leaky tip and neuvillette’s hips jerk. you giggle, jerking him off more and place your tongue under the head allowing him to watch as his cum spills into your mouth.

and the iudex does just that. when that overwhelming spring in his stomach bursts, he can’t take his eyes off the stream of cum that leaks into your warm mouth.

“my darling,” he sighs happily. your hands wrap around his cock as you lick up any excess cum as you look up at him.

“yes, dear?” you say with a cheeky smile. neuvillette looks down at you and picks you up and places you onto his desk. he mumbles into your neck, biting onto the skin.

“we’re not done yet, am i clear?”

“yes, your honor.” you say with a cheeky giggle before he pins you down. fontaine can single handily probably thank neuvillette for the wonderful showers this spring that brought many fields of produce to life.

© ilyhaitanii - please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my content, and do not repost it to any other platforms

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi always seems to go pouty & quiet whenever he gets turned on at you doing the most mundane things

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, nothing too bad it’s literally just nagi getting hard over you eating a popsicle. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note: i cant even eat a popsicle by the pool in peace without thinking about this man, so consider this a gift from pool emmie :3

it’s too hot, nagi thinks to himself as he rests in the space next to you in the park — giving you a sleepy look from under his cap as he hides from the beating rays of the sun. he can feel the oversized fabric of his shirt sticking slightly to his skin but he’s trying his best not to complain because you look real pretty under that same sky, pretty grin on your face as you drink up the ice cold popsicle that you both bought from the convenience store a few blocks back.

he remembers the cute little smile you wore when you handed him his own, making sure to take it out the packaging for him because you know he always found them a hassle — giggling when he stuffed the iced treat between his lips with a muffled little “thanks. wanna sit down now.” as he let you drag him towards the park.

nagi doesn’t realise he’s zoned out, staring at you until he’s fixated on the way you pucker your lips around the flavoured stick between your fingers— it’s like you’re deliberately trying to be intoxicating. you lean back slightly onto the grass, distracted momentarily by the people in the distance before you gasp quietly when the juice seems to trail cool down your skin.

your lips trail deeper, swiping at the sweet droplets that paint along your skin as they suckle along the space and suddenly he can’t look away— he’s too obsessed with the way your eyes flutter, tongue curling around the length of your fingers next and it’s embarrassing the way he feels his cock twitch at the movement.

nagi’s breathing stutters and he almost chokes on his own popsicle as he urges himself to look away, feeling a flush sting at his cheeks as he casts you a glance — wondering if you noticed the effect just you cleaning yourself up seems to have on him as he sighs to himself. he readjusts his shorts as he tries to subtly press his palm into the slight bulge, swallowing with the slight friction and he swears he can feel every rapid beat of his heart in his ears as he twitches needily.

“seishiro~ are you too hot?” your voice pipes into the clouded thoughts of his mind and he turns to you just as you close your lips around your popsicle again, making his eyes drop to the movement as you bob your head to suckle at it before you pull back with a pop again.

“huh? nah ‘ts just no fair.” nagi says but he pouts with his words before he’s turning away from you again, trying his best to ignore just how cringe this whole interaction is for him right now. “why you gotta eat it like that? ‘ts such a bother.”

“huh? like what?” you reply innocently and you watch him cast you a sidewards glance before he’s swallowing and readjusting himself again. the outline of his cock becomes even more visible with every swipe of your tongue and flutter of your lashes, and suddenly he’s missing the usual oversized fit of his hoodies and sweats despite the way he’d probably pass out if he wore them in this heat.

“eh, like that. ‘ts a pain.” nagi tilts his head towards you as your lips wrap around the tip of your popsicle again and his shoulders drop with his next mumble.

“you’re not making sense, sei.” he really isn’t, this is how everyone eats them, except it’s you and you’re pretty and even watching you just doing the most mundane things seem to have an effect on him as he feels want bubble in his abdomen. you give him a look, taking in his puffed out cheeks and pouty lips under his slightly damp snowy bangs and you giggle as you lean back into the sun.

“hey, ‘s not funny. don’t laugh at me.”

nagi leans in a little, pressing himself into your side until his lips are ghosting yours when you turn your head to meet him and you’re surprised at the sudden public display of affection as his eyes take in your features. his gaze eventually falls still on your lips and he can’t help but imagine how much better the popsicle would taste along your tongue.

“watch, sei! it’s leaking. you’re gonna end up all sticky, you dummy!” you gasp and the moment of intimacy is broken as you jolt forward when you feel the sudden drip of your boyfriends popsicle smear along your thigh.

“eh, ‘ts fine. we can just have a bath.. ‘m all sweaty anyway, too much sun is such a pain.” although he’s pretty sure the heat building in his stomach is making him even warmer, curling to lick at the base of his spine as nagi tries to subtly readjust his shorts—but shit, you don’t make it easy.

it’s swift and instinctive the way you ignore him to grab at his hand, bringing it to your lips before you’re licking up the trail of sweet liquid that runs over his skin. he’s frozen, almost— except for the throb in his cock and the race of his heart when your eyes flutter to look up at him and he wishes he could push you even lower, feeling your lips press suckled kisses along his skin before your tongue is curling around the base of his lolly to clean it up.

nagi’s too hot and so fucking hard, feeling a twitch in his abdomen when your lips pop as you pull away and he clears his throat with the next, almost painful throb in his shorts — this is so cringe.

“see, no fair. you’re teasin’ me and ‘ts bothersome, angel.” he readjusts himself again before he’s giving you a drowsy, lidded look and leaning in once more, finally pressing his lips against yours before he’s pushing his tongue between your lips— languidly as he savours the sweet syrupy taste of you.

nagi melts into you as he kisses you, like he always does as he almost knocks you both over onto the grass and you try to steady yourself as he pulls away to breathe, grumbling before he’s licking at his lips and looking at you like he wants even more.

“tastes so good, i wanna go back to my room now, please. wanna taste more.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[enluv]

in another life.

lee heeseung x f!reader x ??? (it'll make sense when you read I promise)

SYNOPSIS: in which losing you is the least of heeseung’s worries, until he’s forced to watch you slip through his fingers.

wc: 1.9k (almost 2k fr)!

genres: best friends to strangers, unrequited love (or is it), best friends to lovers

warning(s): heavy angst, toxic friendship/relationship, heeseung is mean, very very mean, manipulation (nothing too crazy), refusal to take blame, and heeseung needs to be humbled imo...ANYWAYS, small plot twist but not really! (a/n: header is ugly because I made it in like 2 minutes since it felt naked without one 🤣☝🏽)

Lee Heeseung knows about your feelings for him at  the mere age of eight, when you give him the other half of your popsicle stick that you’ve just bought with your very own allowance. His smile is so bright taking the food from your hand that it doesn't even matter if you've spent all five of your dollars on the popsicle because as long as your youthful heart can see Heeseung smile, that’s all that matters to you.

Heeseung also knows about your feelings for him when you're both sixteen and he proudly exclaims that he’s finally asked Jisun out after months of pining after her. A hurt look flashes across your face for one, two then three seconds, then as if it was never there, it’s gone. He thinks it might have been a bad idea to tell you but he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings you have for him and in his mind, he never will. 

“Come on Y/N, it’s one party, please come with me please, I don’t want to be alone all night,” he pouts tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. Heeseung knows it’s not right to do things like this, knows he shouldn’t force you to go with him everywhere but he likes that you can’t say no to him, it swells his heart with pride to have someone care for him as much as you do.

“I already told you I have to study for midterms, go alone or with Jay.” Your tone isn’t dead-set and Heeseung knows he’s cornered you. He smiles as an idea forms in his head, maybe he can persuade you with just enough charm, it’s worked in the past so why not now?

“I seriously can not believe Heeseung got you to come, I know he said he could do it but honestly Y/N, I thought you were stronger than that.” It’s always the same sentence or form of it. It tugs at your heart, just like in high school people in college are just as aware of how you feel for him, even he knows it himself. He plays a blind man to your feelings.

An ache begins to pump in your heart, whatever liquor Yeonjun had handed you when you stepped in seems to not be working and that night as you watch Heeseung dance with Mina, you vow to yourself silently that you'll start your process of healing from whatever feelings you have for Lee Heeseung.

A few days later Jay watches a frantic Heeseung search for his phone charger in amusement, “Missing an important call?” He quips playfully, the whole house knows why he’s so desperate to charge his dying phone. The past three days since he ditched you at TXT’s frat party you’ve been ignoring his texts, calls, and even him.

“Hyung, why are you so worried about Y/N calling? Didn't you ditch her? I wouldn’t call either if I was her,” the small comment earns Sunghoon a smack to the back of his head.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N would never ignore me like this. All I have to do is apologize with breakfast and she’ll accept it every time, we’ve done this before and never gone a day without talking.”

The boys can’t fully grasp why Heeseung is acting the way he is, to them he sounds like a desperate boyfriend after a fight that’s resulted in the silent treatment but Heeseung has continuously said he does not feel the same towards his best friend so they write it off as some form of separation anxiety and leave his room.

“I’m surprised you’ve held out this long Y/N,” jokes a sheepish Jeongin as he takes a glance at your phone screen that’s currently being lit up by multiple unread messages from Heeseung.

“I told you I’m ready to move on, I’ll talk to him when I see fit, I just need a few more days to myself.”

He hums in response as he lifts himself off his chair reaching a hand out for you to follow, “I’m proud of you ‘s all, he’s an asshole for using your feelings against you and making you feel the way he did, you don’t deserve that at all. You deserve someone who'd never ditch you." 

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since you've spoken to Heeseung, his room is a mess with clothes and books scattered on the floor, usually you come by and help him organize things. He's had enough of this. Your contact suddenly flashes across his screen while he's out on a date, he doesn't hesitate to answer, bidding the girl he's dropping off a quick goodbye.

“Hello? Y/N? I’m really glad you called me, I have so much to ask you but guess what, I just had the most amazing date-” he’s cut off by your loud sigh and for a moment his heart drops, you've never stopped him from ranting about dates.

“Heeseung,” his name sounds foreign coming from your mouth, “we really need to talk, I have a lot to say to you so could we please meet tomorrow?” He isn't sure why but his stomach twists at your request.

The meeting between you two is quick and to Heeseung's surprise, brief. You explain to him that leaving you at a party he begged you to come to had upset you since it wasn’t his first time doing so, you also tell him that you needed the two weeks of space from not only him but everyone else to care for yourself, and you’d hoped he understood that. Of course he did, he felt shitty just thinking about the situation and promised to never do it again, to be a better "friend."

Things after your initial break from Heeseung fall back into place quickly and it's as if you never left his side, but he could tell you were different now, you refused to go with him to parties if he asked and any charming tricks he had up his sleeve fell flat when you'd respond with a hard “No.” Heeseung also noticed the interest you'd taken in Jeongin, and that made him feel things he'd never felt before. 

It’s difficult to watch you flirt with one of his best friends, on one hand he should feel happy watching your attention sway to someone else after having caught it for so many years but on the other he isn’t happy at all, to be completely honest he feels bitter at the thought of you two together. 

“You're an asshole Heeseung, like a really big one, do you know how long Y/N has been in love with you? Since we were like eight playing cops and robbers in the streets, and she loved you throughout the time that came after and every time we asked, you denied any feelings for her, but now all of a sudden you think you might love her back? Just when she's finally healing from the shit you put her through? That’s such an asshole move dude, super low of you,” and as Beomgyu’s rant subsides Heeseung stares at him puzzled, what did he ever do that was so bad to you?

“Don't give me that look, you've done so much shit to her, hell I don't know how she’s still your best friend, if I was her I’d have left you already.”

Heeseung continues to give Beomgyu the most confused look ever and with a small eye roll Beomgyu answers his question, “You use her to get what you want but never have you done anything to show her gratitude or any reciprocated feelings. All you ever do is give her hope, you act like you like her back when you need her but as soon as you get what you want, you leave her behind. It’s fucking sad dude. You're a horrible friend to her honestly.”

Heeseung’s heart burns, he’s known his whole life that he’d done this to you but to hear it laid out in front of him now, he can see how terrible it all actually is. How had you continued being his friend? If he was in your position he’d have left ages ago, but you didn’t, and that single thought is what gives Heeseung hope for you and him. He knows it’s dumb, he knows he doesn’t deserve you at all, but he wants you terribly and if he has to beg he will, if he has to lie he will, hell Heeseung would drop everyone for you. All that matters is that you stay with him, not with anyone else, and especially not with Jeongin.

Heeseung can spot you from a mile away. His smile grows wide before dropping instantly as he watches Jeongin hand you what looks to be a flower. The look on your face mirrors Jeongin’s, it’s happy and full. You've never smiled at him that way. Heeseung realizes that the only smiles you give him now are filled with sadness. His stomach knots, why does he feel so unsure of you right now. He’s never felt this much uncertainty from you ever. 

He blames it on the fact that you two haven’t been talking as much lately. He blames the short break you had because there’s no way you’d actually stop wanting to be his friend, no way he’d ever lose you. You’ve always been by his side, and it will continue to be that way, because you love him and he has you wrapped around his finger. But, Heeseung knows deep down this security can’t be fed any longer as he watches you walk past him, hand in hand with Jeongin, not a single look his way, he's lost you.

It’s proven to him in the months to come as you slowly slip out of his pinned messages, as you take him off your private stories, and he has to watch you live your life through others. Heeseung knows he’s lost you especially when all together you stop coming to his rescue, won’t pick up the phone to hear his ramblings about dates and girls. He knows he’s lost you when you tell him you’re busy and can’t do what he wants. When you send him an awkward smile and gesture to your hand entwined with Jeongin's, as if to say, "sorry I'm with him now, you're too late."

If anyone ever asks Lee Heeseung about his one true love, he’ll say your name. He’s never been sure of what love is, never found it for himself, but he knows deep down that if he’s ever loved anyone, it’s you. You were the person he called at 3am when he crashed his car into a pole, you were the same person whose dorm had housed him a multitude of times when he was too drunk to crawl back to his own, the same person who loved him for years, until you couldn’t any longer and stopped waiting on him to give you the same love back, thinking he could never give it to you.

Heeseung likes to think that in another life he wasn't a complete asshole, realized your worth sooner, and maybe even had the balls to ask you out. He pictures himself in Jeongin's place, dating through college, moving in together after, getting married, having kids, living domestically. All he can do now is dream, maybe that's why he likes to sleep so much, because in his sleep-ridden mind, you're with him.

coco’s love note: mwahahahaha did you guys like the plot twist? are we happy 😁 are we mad? should we fight heeseung?! tbh writing this fic has been a wild ride, originally i had mc & heeseung end up with one another but then I decided that no, i didn’t want that, I wanted to show the results of a toxic “relationship” running it’s course through and through, that’s why heeseung never quite admits he’s wrong/he still feels entitled to mc even till the end! I wanted to show that he’d never change, even if he did “love” mc. anyways…thoughts?! comments?! concerns?! make sure to leave a comment or rb this with anything you’d like me to know or tell me how you felt about this fic :) muah ily! ty @odxrilove for reading it for me and not letting me change it again 😁🙏

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[marigold-hills]

June 24: popsicle | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 499

NOTE: getting into the NSFW category although nothing explicit

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I see you, Remus says, and the meaning is double. There is the careful softness with which he holds Sirius’ face in his palms, but beyond that? In the undercurrent of all the gentleness lay the words open your mouth and you have to be quiet. His eyes show both and Sirius thinks be gentle with me but also thinks tear me apart.

But Remus says: “I see you,” and he does, all the parts of Sirius as if they were a single cohesive whole – and mirrors them with his own.

Moves fingers through Sirius’ hair, tugs on it until he follows, head raised, neck bent backwards. “Can I kiss you?” asks, as if it wasn’t a given, as if every part of Sirius didn’t beg for it – yes Sirius responds.

It’s slow. Steady and sturdy, the way Moony is. The relief of finally meeting like this so good Sirius feels it in his scalp. Wants more because he always wants more, always hungry, doesn’t know whether to mourn the sweetness or chase the burn. Thinks of the places his lips had touched already (neck, fingers) and adds this to the list. Gets greedy.

“I want my mouth all over you,” he says, and Remus responds like a log in a fire, catching. The hand in Sirius’ hair pulls harder, the one on his face moves to the back of his neck, then down, until it’s wrapped around Sirius’ waist.

“Anything you want, mo réalta.”

Sirius thinks don’t say that. Don’t let me have free reign. Because he knows what his Moony deserves is softness, but what Sirius has inside him is rotten and corrupt: rot wants to eat, to devour, to take over completely and it will if not kept in check. Sirius thinks keep me confined, in your lines, or I will ruin us both.

“Come out of your head, love, and back to me,” Remus breaks them apart, stops the thoughts. There is something of an ember in him, a simmering heat, and Sirius wants to stoke the fire.

“Anything?” he asks, because his control is shaky at best of times and when Remus looks at him like that? Obliterated.

Remus nods in ascent and Sirius is a weak man. Places his lips to the spot on Remus’ nape he’s come to think of as his, traces his tongue there like he could still find the indent of his teeth. It’s long gone, of course, and that’s an atrocity. He bites again. Remus moans against his hair, holds him tighter, pulls them so close together Sirius can feel his heartbeat.

Sirius let’s his teeth scrape against the pulse point, licks against it.

(Remembers a summer he snuck out of the house and found muggle money on a pavement. The taste of a cheap popsicle he bought with it and ate sitting on the curb. How the sweetness of it coated him mouth for hours and turned his tongue a violent green. Thinks coat me with you.)

NOTES:

This was going to be a bit heavier but they’re taking they bloody time as usual

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The Outsiders Relationship Needs

Ponyboy / Physical and Verbal Romance / Physical Touch

Pony is definitely a man of praise

Darry putting all the pressure on him to get good grades

he def needs a few hugs and assurance.

No emotional because all that shi doesnt happen in my dr so shut up.

He loves hugs and kisses

snuggles

nose boops

head butts

anything.

He loves being touched in someway.

Like laying together listening to Elvis and The Beatles

he loves hearing your heart beat when he's laying on you.

He loves holding hands and running in fields together.

Pony is such a stinker tho

"Give me your hand, Y/N."

"Not right now, hun. They're sweaty."

-grabs your hand while you're distracted-

Pony seriously is the type of guy to like ...

idk how to describe it, but

if you told him "I love you so much."

and played with his hair

he would melt.

Johnny / Emotional & Verbal Romance / Words of Affirmation

"Ah man, I'm doin' horrible."

"No, Johnnycakes, you're doin' amazin'."

He would start crying.

If you wiped Johnny's tears and comforted him he would be a popsicle on july 4th.

Johnny is definitely the guy to ask someone why they're cryin and they wldnt answer and he'd be reminded of his childhood and immediately go to you.

"Johnny, baby, what's wrong?"

and he would just cry.

The moment he noticed you were fine with him crying and gettin upset at random times was the moment he started falling.

He's a sweet boy, but had too much put on him.

Johnny once told you (when he was black out tired) that he wanted kids so he could give them the childhood he never had.

He still smells like orange peels.

If you play with Johnny's hair while holding him close, he would calm down and melt in your arms.

If you washed his hair for him and told him he was so brave for trusting you, he'd smile wide and his face would slowly light up.

Let him vent to you and Dallas and Addie will immediately trust you.

"Hey, Dally, look at them."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah they ain't hurtin' him."

play Beautiful Boy and he will start crying.

Dally / Emotional, Verbal, and Sexual Romance / Words of Affirmation

Dallas is the kinda guy to go to you for some random reason.

Holding out his St. Christopher: "Hey, doll, look. I fixed it."

"Oh, good job, Dal!"

His expression would soften and he'd immediately pick you up in a hug.

Let him talk to you about New York or his father and let him cry into you.

From that moment on

he is all yours.

He once cried into Sodapop one night

all because he was under too much pressure,

and nobody ever said anything about it.

No one talks about anyone's problems to anyone, especially Dally's or Johnny's.

Dallas would sexualise himself to let out all that grief from childhood.

And the moment you told him

he doesn't need to be sexual to be respected or to be validated

was the moment he handed over his St. Christopher.

He feels he has to sexualise himself

just because he needs that validation.

But he soon figured out it comes in different forms.

"Dallas Tucker. You are so brave and you deserve to be loved, not whatever it is you're doing."

"...what are you doin' to me, man.."

as a single tear runs down his cheek

Sodapop / Physical Romance / Gifts and Quality Time

"Y/N, can we cuddle and watch a movie?"

"Of course! But first I got you something!"

He perks up like a puppy and his eyes always go wide in realisation.

Sodapop loves presents

when Christmas comes along, there is always presents for everyone that say

"to: johnny/darry; From Soda!!", "to: addie and dallas; From poppy<3", "too: steve /two-bit; frum: papi soda", "to: ponyboy michael curtis; from addie and sodapop<3"

always.

from.

soda.

he buys you the cutest things like

bouquets and stuffed animals

but he once bought ponyboy a stick of butter cuz he got his hand stuck in a jar once.

he loves holidays spent with the gang.

christmas huddled at the curtis's, halloween trick-or-treating, valentine's day with stevie, easter egg hunts (when yall were tiny), etc.

He'd so cry when you had to work and he wanted to hang out.

Sodapop loved spending time with addie and pony when they were little, but they grew up too fast, so he spends time with you because you're what he loves most

THIRD NEXT TO STEVE.

Two-Bit / Sexual & Emotional Romance / Acts of Service

Keith doesn't understand the value he has in the group.

Nobody would laugh without him,

nobody would go to the movies without him, etc.

He doesn't understand self-worth so he finds that in sex.

i mean its his third year as a junior.

he once asked addie why she was so down one day

and she just cried.

they both just sat and talked like brother and sister

(cuz the curtis boys forgot she wasnt in the car to go to the movies).

He loves it when people take his feelings into consideration.

Like when he sees "to 2bit frum sodopap"

(sodas handwriting is shit)

he loves it.

Feeling valued and like he matters

makes him happy.

Two-Bit is probably the most puppiest of them all.

Like

once you have him in your grasp

tell eachother about your emotions

and your past...

AND HE IS

ON HIS DEATHBED

(no offense johnny)

ask for his jacket once in awhile and he'll hand it over, he loves being kind

sometimes he'll give change to homeless people on the street just because he feels like it.

he once gave you his whole wallet to prove his love for you.

Steve / Verbal Romance / Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

"Stevie, you know you're so much more than your weight or your muscles."

and hes over here snot crying in fetal position.

hes head over heels for you and if you watch a movie with him and tell him hes so pretty or sum

he'll give you the moon.

Soda rn: damn. someone took my bitch.

Steve is the typa guy to want to spend time with you but not want to ask to or sum

THEN HE GETS PISSED???

LIKE... YOU DIDNT ASK YOU SHLDNT BE UPSET

But you comfort him anyways and push him out of that

He's such a sucker for you

like kiss him after the rumble

and tell him he looks tuff with his tooth missing

Darry / Physical Romance / Words of Affirmation

Cuddles.

Darrell loves cuddles.

Lay on his chest and tell him he's pretty

please he'll do anything.

Darry is def a guy to like

get down in the dumps

but

when you come along

"Hey Handsome"

HE WILL SMILEEEE

just ask him abt his day

let him cry in your arms.

hed be so in love that when he proposes

its a candlelit area at the park

and there are roses lined up like a heart.

Addie / Emotional and Physical Romance / Words of Affirmation and Gifts

If anything happened to her you gotta tell her its not her fault.

Tell her that and she will cry even harder but in a good way.

She loves gifts.

Sodapop spoils her on her birthday every single year

means you gotta Step up yo game bitch.

Listen to her

get her something shes mentioned she wanted and she is

AHAHAHA GET TEARS FOR FEARSED.

but addie isnt much of a Touch Person.

she doesnt care for hugs unless she needs one shes ok with kisses and hates holding hands or being touched on her waist and neck.

but if you wanna show affection

ask bout her day and what not

shes a lot like darry mixed with soda.

ik what I said last night so this is my last post for awhile. ich liebe dich Leute.

[c0wb0yenthusiast]

While you were Sleeping

Part II

Word count : 1.3k (just a short one to get you all prepared 🫣 I definitely wasn’t feeling lazy)

Summary : Christmas Eve with the Hotchners! You’re getting to know a bit about them and are beginning to fit in with the family. Even if Aaron seems to be questioning you every second.

A/N : I’m actually so sorry it’s shorter than the first part but I hope you all can still enjoy this, if you have any prompts or suggestions that you think would be really cute for this ongoing series I’d love to hear it! Just comment below or PM me if you want <3

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“Oh, that’s just Y/N, honey. Sean’s fiancée.” Mrs Hotchner adds, whispering into his ear while still hugging him. She says it like it’s common sense; oh, here’s the fiancée we’ve never met.

Aaron cocks a brow, throwing another suspicious glance at you before presenting his mother with a small present.

She grins up at him and kisses his cheek excitedly, “Aaron, you shouldn’t have!”

“It’s Christmas, mother. I had to.” He seems genuine. His tone seems to soften when speaking to his - presumably - mother.

Aaron.

It’s the Aaron they were talking about at the hospital.

In your mind, it seems to be much more of a rebellious name in comparison to what you’re being face with right now.

Polished, pressed and perfect; his suit doesn’t have a fold out of line. Everything seems to be tailored to fit just right - his cuffs were neither too short nor too long, his buttons were sewn on firmly unlike the ones hanging onto their threads on your jacket.

He’s not intimidating, you try to convince yourself.

Your feeble attempts to catch his attention and wave aren’t noticed as he’s too busy being coddled by his mother and dragged inside.

He doesn’t seem to mind it, though. It looks more welcomed instead, like he’s been waiting for his all holiday.

As Mrs Hotchner is just about to shut the front door, she turns to look at you.

“Y/N? You’ll want to come inside soon, dear. I heard it’s going to start snowing soon enough!”, she smiles, beckoning you inside right now instead.

You comply meekly, not wanting to insult her and also since you’re not intending to become a popsicle.

The door clicks behind you, blocking off any heat that wants to escape from this absolute dream of a house.

Everywhere you look, there’s some sort of subtle decoration or rich furniture. It’s like you’re being lured in, ‘stay with us, Y/N. We’re the functional household you could’ve never dreamed of.’

It’s definitely not working as you drape your scarf over the coat rack and sink into the nearest armchair.

It seems to hold you perfectly, encasing you in soft, cuddly goodness as you try to hide your surprising comfort concerning this antique armchair.

Everything is telling you to stay, live out your life as Sean’s fiancée and not think about the consequences that will eventually catch up to you.

But, you’re somewhat sane as there’s still the little voice of reason telling you to be wary.

Especially of Aaron.

He greets everybody in their own special way. You can already tell he’s well-liked from the way he laughs and pats his dad on the shoulder.

He doesn’t seem like much of a happy guy from what you first saw, but this isn’t exactly the most predictable day you’ve had.

You can only sink further into the armchair as they share their gifts, laughs and joy with one another in excitement of Christmas Eve.

Everyone seems to have bought Aaron a present, and he’s seem to done the same thing.

“Here, Todd.” He hands out a present to the younger man, chuckling at the gleam in his eyes.

He shakes it, but gets a critical glare from Aaron and falters before placing it next to the tree.

It’s like you’re in a film; a big happy family curled up by the tree, sharing laughter and jokes like usual.

You’re caught off guard when Mrs Hotchner hands you a present.

“Here you go, honey.” She smiles, urging you to take it.

You hesitantly accept the box, looking down at it and trying to hide your shock. How did they come up with this so fast?

“Santa has his ways, doesn’t he?”, Mr Hotchner grins.

“Yeah.. sure does..” you mumble, smiling back at them and tracing your fingers along the ribbon tied around it.

Time seems to fly as the festivities continue; it almost seems like they’re compensating for Sean’s ‘accident’ today. However, it was getting far too late for your liking and as much as you loved being around the family already, you were prepared to drive back to your cold, dull apartment and go to bed.

You can’t seem to find a moment where the energy stills and you can bid farewell to everybody, so you begin to rise out of your chair and twirl your car keys in your hand.

Mrs Hotchner immediately notices, following you outside into the hall.

“Y/N?” She inquires, looking up at you with concern. She glances at your keys, then back up at you.

“O-oh.. I’m just.. I was gonna.. it’s really-“

“It’s too dark! You shouldn’t drive in that sort of atmosphere, sweetheart, it’s very dangerous.” She adds with a certainty, nodding and patting your back now.

You’ve already grown to like her motherly nature, but now you’re in a bit of a situation.

“Where would I sleep? I- I don’t want to be a bother..”

“Nonsense! You’re practically family, even if Sean didn’t let us know about you yet. Why don’t you settle down here for tonight, have some breakfast - my treat - and leave in the morning?”

You may have had no choice, but it wasn’t a bad thing for you - they genuinely seemed to like you.

You hoped Sean was as accepting as his family.

“Okay.. thank you.” You nod your head tentatively, smiling and unbuttoning your jacket now. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth, possibly content knowing you didn’t have to be alone for Christmas.

“Lovely, dear. It’s so late already! I’ll go pick out some blankets for you.”

-

The festivities had finally ended; everyone was either leaving or getting ready to go to sleep.

You were also sorting yourself out, even in borrowed pajamas that Mrs Hotchner had so happily lent you. They were frilly, pink and surprisingly soft and you weren’t one to complain.

As you left the bathroom, your clothes folded up and held against your chest. The house was dead silent and dark, the only light visible were the string lights scattered around the place.

Your feet pattered against the mahogany flooring nervously, trying to retrace your steps to the living room. You’d only reached the hall when a sudden whisper almost made you drop your clothes.

“They’re a lot at first, huh?”

It’s Aaron.

He’s sitting on the steps, looking at you expectantly in the dimmed lighting. He’s also clad in pajamas, seeming to have gotten more comfortable.

He’s leaning against the stair railing, waiting for an answer.

“Oh- oh, yeah- I mean no, not in a bad way. I think they’re all great.” You seem to stumble over your words as they charge out of your mouth clumsily. This is probably the most you’ve said this whole night.

“They all love you so far. But I’m not convinced yet.” He adds, chuckling wearily.

You don’t know whether to laugh or break out in a huge mess and confess the truth. You choose to muster an awkward laugh.

“I think you’ll get used to me.”

“I seem to be already. I just wonder why Sean didn’t introduce us sooner.”

“Yeah… I know.” You want to leave, grab your keys and go home now. Aaron is really trying to get under your skin, and it could be working.

“Living room is on the left. Good night, Y/N.”

And with a sigh, he gets up and leaves you. The stairs creak quietly as he ascends to his bedroom.

You’re left staring at his blurry silhouette limply.

Does he like you? Should you be worried?

Has he already completely doubted you?

You try to shrug off all these questions - he could be trying to get you mixed up, play mind games and twist your perception.

Obviously he could just be protective of his brother.

Lying on the sofa with a thick blanket draped over you while hugging your pillow, you try to will yourself to sleep in this new environment.

[demonic-charcuterie]

Adam and Lute’s Girlfriends Walking into the meeting

Adam

The way I’m picturing it was that Adam is sitting in a room and is projecting himself as the hologram. Charlie would be in the middle of explaining her hazbin hotel when Adam breaks out into song.

“LET ME STOP YOU RIGHT THE-!”

“Adam! What are you doing?” You asked as you walked into to his room in your shared loft. You’re face was soft as you slowly flew over and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Oh hello? Are you Charlie?” You asked while nuzzling against Adam.

Charlie nodded frankly at a lost for words. Adam…like this Adam. The first man with everything he acts like has a girlfriend. “I was just going over my plan to redeem sinners. And to stop the ex-“

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU FUCKING YOU BITCH?!”

Adam before she could finish your sentence. But quickly after he felt you smacking the back of his head. “Adam! Language. That is unacceptable.” You turned and smiled at Charlie. “I’m so sorry. I think the idea of sinners being redeemed is very nice.”

Charlie looked at you very confused. Why did he cut her off and look for nervous. Adam was sweating as he saw the gears turn in Charlie’s mind and quickly sat up. “Well that all the time I have left for today, you know first man business! By the way we raised the thing up for 6 months BYE.”

“The thing?…WAIT WHAT?! But what about-“ but before she could finish he was gone.

“Sorry about that love. Where were we?”

“It’s rude to hang up on people Adam.”

“I know but I wanted time with you”

You chuckled and kissed his cheek before walking towards the door. “Dinner is ready Mr. First man.”

Lute

“Got a good 265 this year sir!”

“265!? Holy shit! Pound it danger tits”

Lute and Adam jumped when you walked into the room and smiled. “265 what honey? Oh, hi there.” You said waving excitingly at Charlie. “I’m Y/n”

“Y/n sweetie don’t talk to that scum. You should go back inside.” Lute said while half giving you a hug and half shewing you out of the room.

“But I wanna say hi you say reaching out into the room. Are you hiding something for me? Who’s that I’ve never seen them? Are they in heaven?” You asked to many questions for Lute to answer at once.

“No I’m fro-“

“The party plan agency! That’s what the 265 is for. Remember that family reunion you talked about going to? I bought 265 popsicles.”

“265!? Lute we would never need that much! Thank you honey but that’s not necessary.”

“Would you mind refunding my girlfriend on that please?”

Charlie stared at Lute with an eyebrow raised who was repeatedly making the gesture of sliding Charlie’s throat. “Ummmmm sure?”

“Thank you, I appreciate it!”

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Less Dire Situations | 3

Part 1 2

Peter liked you the moment he met you after moving in with his Aunt May. Unfortunately, he never got the guts to talk to you. The idea disappeared after grade school and high school graduation, so you can imagine how surprised he was when you answered his ad for Advanced Calculus tutoring. It felt like he could actually get a shot with you… and then you jumped off the Manhattan Bridge.

Peter Parker x Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, DD:DNE, suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt, themes of depression, social withdrawing, emotional masking, canon divergence, angst, hurt, typos, etc.

A/N: this is originally posted on ao3

Peter watches you as you finish the last of your meal. He nods as you conclude what you had to say about the latest show you watched.

You two stand and head to the door, minding Julia as you do. His heart tightens when you smile at the older woman. Your smile looked so bright, the lines by your eyes and cheeks added to it. Julia blows you a kiss in return. Peter says his own goodbye after.

Once you're outside the establishment, Peter takes your arm and leads you out of the way of the walking pedestrians. You walk close to him, body brushing against his chest. You both stand by the edge of the pavement, Peter speaks over the sound of the street, "you heading to campus?"

He watches as you smile and shake your head, "nope. I have some a project waiting for me at home."

He is half relieved to hear you meant to meet him, meet Spiderman. Or at least he hopes that's what you meant.

"Is it the hero project thing for Ms. V?" Peter asks.

"Actually, yes," you nod, "I woke up in a cold sweat thinking about it," you look away and shrug, mumbling, "amongst other things."

Peter doesn't know if that was a whole truth. He rubs your arm that he held, "let me walk you."

You look back at him, brows knit as you shake your head, "sir, campus is out of the way to my dorm."

"I don't mind," he releases his hold, "I want to hang out with you some more."

You chuckle and grin. You reach out to pinch his cheeks, "you're so sweet."

His heart hammers as you get close enough for him to smell the pancake syrup still on you.

"I don't wanna tire you, Parker," you pull away. You shove your hands in your pocket. For a moment, the mask, your smile, slips off. There is an exhaustion in your eyes that lingers for a prolonged second, and the speed in which you make it disappears haunts him. You say, "you should get proper hangouts instead of lousy walks."

Before it registers, he clutches your shoulders and shakes his head, "I'll take a thousand lousy walks if they're with you."

You gasp under your breath, hands coming to his arms out of instinct. You slightly lose balance as you look up at him. He can feel your pulse quicken.

Peter doesn't spare another moment. He drapes an arm over your shoulder and walks you both to the direction of your dorm. He acts like what he just did wasn't as intimate as it was. He points to a random building and says he bought an ice cream popsicles there once.

He knows it's the impending doom dangling upon your soul that makes him want to act and speak out. He knows it's why the urge to kiss you as after you bring an arm around his torso was so great. Never having a chance because you were dead was ten times more terrifying than being rejected, but of course, he wouldn't just force himself on you.

He finally withdraws when you get to your building. His hands can't help but brush against your shoulder as he does so though.

You stiffen. He notices. He clears his throat and looks around aimlessly, rambling about getting to class.

Peter walks away. You watch as he does so.

"Man, about damn time Parker made a move," he hears the guard, Arnel, speak under his breath.

If it wasn't obvious, Peter didn't actually have a class to attend, and even if he did, he would've gladly missed it to check up on you.

He changes into his suit and swings up your building, intent to wait there, though it was still pretty early.

He starts when you loudly open the door to the rooftop. In equal measure, you start when you hear his shocked curses.

He is bewildered by the state of you. A total 180 of what you were just moment ago.

"You're early," you mutter weakly, wiping your nose. You held a notebook in that hand. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were wet.

Peter flings himself over to you with a web. He lands in front of you and grabs your cheeks, "what's wrong, baby?"

You look at him and dryly chuckle through a sob. Your voice cracks as you say, "I am acting like a baby, huh?"

"That's not what I mea-"

"I know," you sniffle, "... but if you keep this up, I might fall for you."

He doesn't laugh at the joke. He wipes your tears away, "you already have," he pulls away and raises two fingers, "twice."

You release a soft chuckle. You sniffle and wipe your philtrum. You walk past him, "touché, Spoods."

His expression softens under his mask.

Spiderman trails after you as you head towards the ledge and flip through your notebook. He comes to your side as you place the object there and turn to him.

"I lied to Peter," you mumble.

Peter stares at you.

"I told him I was alright, but... ... I can tell he doesn't believe me anymore."

He takes a moment before responding, "is that why you're crying?"

You press your hands on your notebook, "... maybe? ... I just started crying when I got back," you look down and rub the paper underneath your hands.

He glances down and vaguely catches the doodles hidden behind your palms.

"I think I'm poisoning him."

Spiderman looks back at you.

"It makes me want to chug bleach."

"No, don't do that," he raises a finger.

You at him, eyes glazed with tears. It crushes his heart, so much so his insides scream to reveal just why he's so confident in what Peter thinks. He silently debates unmasking himself.

"I won't," you shake your head, "don't want to haunt the dorm."

He's about to say something but he doesn't when you point at your notebook. His attention is diverted.

"You're my hero."

Peter's heart skips. He sees a bunch of sketches of him, of Spiderman-- of him tugging his mask, of the back of his suit... of him swinging on the Manhattan Bridge. His heart threatens to burst.

"I have this... project... it's called A Study On Heroes..." you slowly turn to him, "I... I wasn't planning on doing it because... well, you know why. And... well... I was thinking since-" your shiver as you sigh.

Spiderman doesn't hesitate. He takes your hand and squeezes it. In this suit, he had the guts to do such things. He tells himself he'll learn to do it without the safety of his anonymity.

You squeeze his hand back but turn away from him, "since you-" your voice is wobbly, "you said you wanted to help, and I don't want to be a bystander... maybe this could be a reason to-" you choke "- to live."

He pulls you into a tight hug. He repeatedly kisses the crown of your head through his mask.

Before he could tell himself he went over the line, his throat tightens at the feel of you returning the embrace.

You wail into his chest. You dig your nails into his spine. The sound of you was gut wrenching; your cries were exasperated, hurt, and relieved, as if you had been waiting to be embraced.

Fuck, maybe you were.

He feels his eyes water.

You stay like this for a long while, neither of you loosening your hold.

Peter strokes your hair, "whatever you need... you got it, my love."

Eventually, you calm down. He waits for you to pull away because there was no way he was going to be the first to do so.

You press your cheek against his chest and sniffle thickly, "I..." you mutter through clogged sinuses, "I want you to be my study, if it wasn't clear... for my project."

"I'll be your study, sweetheart," he brushes your shoulder, "I'll be whatever you want."

You lightly scratch at his back. 

"I'll do live modeling for you. I'll do an interview. Anything. And guess what, I won't even charge you."

You chuckle then sniffle again.

He squeezes your shoulder, "I'll catch you, sad girl... just jump into me."

Your lips wobble. You sob as you retort, "thank you, Spider-Man."

I stand in front of a mirror, gawking at myself. Beyond my tear stained cheeks and my blood-shot eyes, there was a hollowness staring back at me. I looked vile. I looked wretched. I looked irredeemable.

This is what Spiderman saw when he looked at me? A lost cause? A pathetic joke of a woman?

This must be why he was so hesitant to leave me. This must be why he asked me 10 times if I would be alright by myself before swinging away.

I feel so guilty. I feel so sick for spilling out the darkness on the lap of someone so bright. What if I dim him out? What if he gets scared of me?

I force myself to suck air through my nose. It's painful. I walk towards my bathroom and splash my face repeatedly with water.

I hear a text notification.

I drag myself into my bed and collapse.

I hear a text notification.

I groan and roll, reaching out for the phone laid atop my bed side table. My brows quirk when I see it's a message from May Jameson.

Hello. This is Peter's auntie, May. He's not answering his phone and I have been meaning to speak with you. He mentioned having breakfast with you, and I was in the area. I am at your building's entrance.

I push myself up from my bed, panic and dread causing my spine to straighten unnaturally. Why was she here?

The next moment, I receive a call from her.

"Fuck, shit, fuck, FUCK-" I drop my phone and wipe my face. I clear my throat a couple times before answering. My voice still cracks when I say, "hello."

May Jameson's voice is as jovial as it was the few times I've met her. She says my name and tells me the same thing that she did in her messages.

"P-eter's not here," I lean into my hand, "he's, uh, he's at uni- I, uh, yeah... We had breakfast but he left."

"Oh, that's fine, dear," she says, "I was hoping he'd be here, but, oh well. I wanted to talk to you about something."

"... m-okay-"

"Peter mentioned that you do commission work. I was wondering if you would consider doing something for me."

I sigh deeply. "Oh... what kind of work is it?"

"Well, it's a poster. I actually have one with me right now. I'd appreciate it a ton of you'd be willing to look at it for me."

I stand from my bed and walk towards my mirror. I look shit. There's no way this isn't apparent. Fuck, what am I going to do?

"... Oh, gee... am I bothering you?"

"No! No," I shake my head and head to the door, "... I-" I grab a beanie and put it on, covering my face as much as I can without obstructing my vision fully, "- I'll go downstairs right now."

"Oh! Thank you. That would be wonderful."

By the time I get downstairs, May and Arnel were knee-deep into conversation.

She perks when she sees me, smiles, and waves. When I come over, she reaches out for a hug and so I hug her. It was awkward, but it seems only for me.

She strokes my hair, "how are you, my dear?"

"Mmm... good," I chuckle nervously as I pull away.

She rubs my shoulders and hands me a bag, "it's probably a bit cold now, but I figured I should sweeten the deal with some lunch."

I hesitantly take the lunch bag from her, not wanting to look at her and draw attention to my face. If she noticed anything, she definitely didn't say a word about it. I stare at the lunch bag instead and slowly feel uncomfortable when I realize just how... personal this was. She made this for me.

"Here's the poster we have."

I look the printed poster she unfolded.

"I tried my best on the computer, but it doesn't really look very compelling."

I examine the text, the Impact font, the odd cut off of the description, the colors.

"Volunteer?"

"Oh, it's for a senior home," she explains, "the place is government ran and lately, it's been falling short with it's facilities. It takes months for the city to actually do anything for it, and so the folks there have been relying on volunteers and donations."

I release a breath. Our government fails us again. I slowly nod, "can I take this poster?"

"Please."

"I'll do the commission and have it sent to Peter by the end of the day."

"Oh," she perks, "sweetheart, that's great, but there's really no rush."

"No, no, it's fine," I offer a smile, "and I'll only charge you lunch for it," I raise the bag she gave me.

"No, no, no," May raises a finger, "I'll pay you your rate."

I shake my head, "I want to help. Consider this my volunteer work."

"Oh, thank you," she pouts, "you know, one of the seniors is having a birthday party tomorrow. You should come. We'll have cake!" 

I chuckle at her exclamation.

"And why not take pictures of the geris?" She gasps in realization, "you can put them of the poster!"

Rather reluctantly, I find myself saying, "actually... that would be a good idea," but I don't really want to go outside...

"Great! Tomorrow then. I'll text you the details."

Before I can even say a word, she's waving me and Arnel the doorman goodbye.

May walks down the street and smiles when she spots Peter.

Peter straightens up when he sees his aunt. She immediately tells him the mission was a success. Peter breathes a sigh of relief, but tenses when he hears that his best friend had been crying.

"I'm glad you caught on to her," his aunt says.

Peter sighs deeply, "thank you for helping me, May."

She shakes her head, "I'm glad you're helping her."

He nods and hugs her.

I nervously chew on my lip as I glance at my phone, back up to the building down the block. The street was a bit filthy and I felt rather agitated over the idea of going there.

I shove my hands and phone into my pockets and walk down the street anyway. I clutch my satchel bag tightly once I stop at the entrance of a chain fenced property.

I pace around the front gate and pull out my phone. I scroll through my contacts, debating on calling either May or Peter. I settle for the latter and check my perimeter.

I tense when I hear a voice call out to me.

A middle aged woman in scrubs steps out of the front door, "can I help you?"

"Uh-" I shove my phone in my pocket, "I'm... I'm here to visit the senior home... I, uh... I'm working with May Jameson-"

"Oh!" she perks and walks towards the gate. She says my name and I nervously chuckle, telling her, that was indeed me.

She unlocks the gate and I thank her as I step in.

"I thought you would be coming in with her boy," she closes the gate, "he takes the back door to go inside."

"Oh."

"I'm Rhonda," she smiles, reaching a hand out for me, "nice to meet you."

I shake her hand. She and I walk inside. 

"If any of the seniors offer you a drink, say no, unless you want to black out and wake up with the worse hangover of your life."

My mouth falls open but I do not get to respond. The moment we reach the main room, the bustle of what was clearly a party overpowered my senses. It was rather a stark contrast from the setting. As much as the dingy outside matches the beige walls and the dated furniture, both felt out of place with the elderly men dancing around with boa feathers, geometric glasses, and party hats to country music. There were two women on wheelchairs loudly cursing each other out as they played cards. There were a bunch of people huddled by the food table, and the moment they spotted Rhonda, they immediately pulled away and dispersed.

"HEY!" Rhonda catches them nevertheless, "now I know you did NOT spike my agua fresca!"

The 2 men and 3 women cackle and fast-walk away from the scene.

Instead of chasing after any of them, Rhonda glances around the room and screams out a name, "Pamela Amalia Flynn Mosby!"

The old woman sat in a reclining chair reading the newspaper looks up, "what?"

"Oh, don't you act innocent-" Rhonda walks over to her, promptly leaving me forgotten where I stood.

"Hey kid."

I turn to my side and see an bald man with wrinkled skin holding a box of juice.

"You want some?" 

I shift in my spot and chuckle apprehensively, "I was told not to accept drinks if I didn't want to black out."

"Nah, that's only if you drink Pam's spiked punch," he nods his head.

I turn to where he motioned and vaguely hear Rhonda ask where she got her alcohol this time.

"My secrets are my own, kid," Pamela crosses her arms, making Rhonda sigh in frustration.

"You killjoys are killing my vibe," one of the dancing men tells them, moving towards the speaker, cranking the volume louder.

"Oh!" a voice says from behind, "you're here!" 

I turn and see May, walking in with a box of cake.

"Cake is here!" the old man beside me calls, making the room break into a cheer.

A buff man walks in after May. He smiles at me and I awkwardly smile back. He has some pizza boxes in his hand and follows after May who places her own box on the food table.

May mutters something to him and then turns to me, smiling. All the seniors flock to the food table as May approaches me.

"Thank you so much for coming," she says before giving me a hug.

I don't have the opportunity to hug her back as she's already pulling away. She points, "that's Jerry, one of the employees here. That's Rhonda, and then there's Tammy, and Bianca."

I turn to each of the people she mentions and nod, "Rhonda let me in."

"Tell her she can accept my juice box," the same voice from a while ago speaks.

I look to my right and see that the same bald man.

May chuckles and shakes her head, "did Rhonda tell you about Pam's juice?"

I make a face.

"Well, if you want some juice, feel free to get some from the birthday boy," May says, prompting me to turn to the man still offering me the juice.

I chuckle nervously. It feels like I have no other choice but to accept it at this point, "thank you..." I take the juice and place it in my bag, "and happy birthday."

He sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry, "82 is overrated. Not as overrated as being whatever age you are though, kid."

I laugh at that.

He sighs and presses a hand on his chest, "she laughs! For a second there, I thought you were going to hang yourself with your bag."

"Rodney!" May scolds.

"What? The kid looked uncomfortable. But I mean, I don't blame her. I hate it here."

May shakes her head in disapproval, "I'll go get you some cake."

"One for me too," Rodney raises a finger.

"Actually, May, I'm good. I'll think I should start taking pictures," I pull out the camera in my bag. It was Peter's, actually. I had yet to return it after borrowing it for my last project. "Is Peter coming soon?" I ask.

"Oh," May says with an annoyed lilt, "he said he'd run a late because he's finishing something for a project."

"Ah," I set my camera and prepare to take a photo.

May walks off to get some cake.

Rodney shifts in his spot, "try not to make my portrait look like my burial image."

I bite my lip but cannot contain my snort. I snap a photo of him and pull the camera away. I show him the image I took.

"Ha. Not bad for a drawer," he says.

I knit my brows.

He looks at me like I was dumb then motions, "you know, cause you draw."

"Oh," I snort and shake my head. I chuckle, "animator."

"Pah," he waves me off, "drawer's more astute. I don't think you can animate the dead anytime soon," Rodney motions, "so, how'd a drawer become friends with a nerd?"

I hang my camera on my shoulders, "you mean Peter."

"Of course I mean Peter, you're using his camera."

I look down at the camera.

"I scratched the side."

I look back at him, "that was you?"

He shrugs, "I didn't know it cost that much. The kid left it lying around anywhere he could put it."

I chuckle. That did sound like Peter. "He was my math tutor."

"Ha. Makes sense ."

I press my lips into a smile, "but we also were classmates in highschool. I didn't realize that until he told me though."

"No kidding."

"Yeah. He was so sweet about it too. I felt horrible."

"I'm sure he knew it was nothing personal. Some people are just forgetful."

"Here you go, Rodney," May comes back with two plates of cake. Rodney takes one and May hands me the other.

"No, " I shake my head and step back, "I'll, uh, take some photos first."

May pouts, "you sure?"

I nod and step away.

For a few minutes, I go around taking photos of everyone. A lot of the seniors, once they realize they're being photographed, would pose for me. I would laugh each time, as they all seemed so happy. At some point I went off to the side and checked my photos. I had a lot of good shots, and there was more than enough content for the poster.

"Jaz, turn that up!"

I look around the room and see that everyone was now watching TV.

My lips part when I see news coverage of Spiderman saving someone from a burning building. I gasp with the rest of them when an explosion plays on screen.

"... He was able to save 7 year old, Kareem Mustafa, and his dog, Vader, before the building collapsed. Unfortunately, Kareem's mother, Zeina Mustafa, was found too late and had succumbed to asphyxiation before being found. Local authorities say that..."

The lightness in the air seemed to grow incredibly thick.

I feel my throat tighten as the news report ends and it goes to commercial.

I walk out of the room and head to the stairs. I sit the the bottom and put my camera down before wiping my face, "burning building..."

I pull out my drawing pad and begin to draw.

Fucking hell, dude... the universe has a sick sense of humor.

A burning building stares back at me. A few tears blot the page.

Spiderman must feel terrible for not being able to save that boy's mother.

"Hey, that's pretty good."

I start and turn to the railing, wiping my tears as I did.

Rodney was there, eyes glued on my drawing, "you know... I always wanted to do something like this. Be a drawer."

I lick my lips and gulp.

"I love the life I lived but sometimes, I wonder. Hm. Could I have won awards for drawing like I did for real estate?" He shrugs, "who knows."

I move to the side as Rodney circles around.

"Birthday boy's gotta get his beauty sleep. You don't get to 83 without it."

I watch him as he walks up the stairs. "...didn't you say you were 82?"

He chuckles, "I'm flattered you kept track. I don't."

I stand by the time he gets to the second floor. I put my things back into my bag and head back into the party. I thought everyone would be packing up, since Rodney already left, but it was as if the tense moment during the news never occured.

Everyone was making merry again, and I felt jarred as I did relieved.

"You should try some juice" 

The woman named Pam approaches me with her walker. She mutters, "never know when you're gonna die in a burning building."

I watch as she walks past me as exits the room.

I pull out the juice in my bag, put the straw in, and drink it.

"Hey, it's Peter. I can't really get to the phone right now, but leave a message or call again in a little while. You know what to do after the beep."

"Hey, Parker. I know you're busy with your school stuff and all, but I wanted to ask if..."

I gulp. Why was this so hard? Come on, it's Peter for fuck's sake.

I take a deep breath and shake my head. I remember that if I hang-up, this message will still be recorded, so I force myself to continue.

The grating idea of bothering Peter, of causing him concern, of distracting him digs into my flesh though. I mean, fuck, if he wanted to see me, he would have gone to the senior home like he told his aunt he would. If he wanted me to study with me, he would have reached out.

I take a few deep breaths before mustering up, "... y'know... if I could join you? You know... because I work better with some-"

Beep. The recording ends.

"Fuck."

I stare at my screen that displays Peter's caller ID just as the line is hung-up. A gust of wind blows across the building. I should really go inside.

I lean onto the ledge of the rooftop.

It was already 10 pm. I should be doing the edits for that poster. I shake my head and wipe my face.

Just as I turn around and head to the exit, I hear a rustle behind me, "hey!"

I look over my shoulder. He chuckles, "were you waiting for me?"

I stare at Spiderman, who now sat on the ledge of my building.

"I'm touched," he presses his hands on his chest.

Oh. That's why. How could I forget this was where I met up with New York's beloved hero? How could I wonder why the thought of going to the rooftop of my building felt so comforting when I spent the better part of the day drawing the reason for my comfort-- drawing Spiderman?

I turn back and open my mouth.

Oh... probably because he was also the source of my agitation.

I gulp and shake my head, "actually... I wasn't... I was... trying to clear my head, and I thought of going here."

The man jumps off the ledge and walks over to me. He crosses his arms, "aha! You internally wanted to see your best friend."

I turn to my feet. I think about Peter, "I do. I really want to see him... but he doesn't want to see me--" I look back at him, "or anyone for that matter, so I can't."

He relaxes his arms to his side. He tilts his head, "has something happened?"

"Yeah," I blurt and chuckle dryly, "the burning building?!"

He freezes.

"I mean-- fucking hells, it's not funny, but I-- it's so ironic we talked about burning buildings, and then it happens to you, and weren't able to save the mom, and I'm thinking how horrible that must be for you, and how I don't want to add to that when you can't save me because-"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on-" he grabs my shoulders, "that's a stretch. A leap, actually."

"No," I begin to hyperventilate, "it's called a plausible outcome."

"It's called a misguided speculation-- hey," he clutches my cheeks in both his hands. 

I begin to sob. I grip his wrists.

"Sweetheart, hey," he wipes my tears and walks closer, "listen to me. I saved her."

My brows knit as he continues to rub my cheeks.

"I managed to save the mom, and her son,  and their dog. They managed to hook them up to an oxygen tank, but the mom... her heart gave out."

I shake my head, "which is why you can-"

Him speaking my name shuts me up.

I catch my reflection on the lenses of his mask.

"Would you have preferred I left her there?" he asks softly.

I involuntarily gulp. What horrible notion to present to me. I guess that was the point.

He sighs and pulls me into a hug.

I do not reciprocate

He rubs my back, "honey-"

"I'm not a mom. I don't mean anything significant to anyone like that."

"You are significant to me."

My throat tightens.

"Damn, why do you think I went here, when I could have gone home?"

I begin to sob into his shoulder. I reluctantly embrace him back.

He holds me tighter.

I don't know how long we stood there hugging, but it was long enough for me to calm down and feel exhausted.

I mumble against his shoulder.

"What was that, my love?"

"Do you want to go inside?" I pull away and sniffle, "I mean-- I just want to show you my sketches... it's fine if-"

"I would be honored to," he tilts his head, "stick you head out of your window, I'll web down to you."

"Oh... alright."

"Just for future reference, so I know what floor you're on."

I nod slowly at his words.

I do just as he says. I get to my apartment and stick my head out of my bedroom window. A few moments later, Spiderman slides down on a web, hanging upside-down.

"Hi," I wave at him.

He jumps onto my fire escape, "hey, sweetie. Miss me?"

I pull away and examine my bedroom. It wasn't messy, but I couldn't help but fluff my pillow and rub my sheets flat. I turn back to Spiderman and he points, "can I sit down?"

"Sure. Of course."

As he sits down, I grab my sketchbook, flip through the pages, and hand it to him, "I, uh... it's... it's... it might be a lot for you."

He takes the book from me and goes through the drawings. I chew on my lip as I watch him go through the pages, as if they were sacred.

"These are-"

"Dark and disturbed, I know."

"-vivid. So alive, and... gut wrenching."

He lifts his gaze up to me. I stand still in front of him. I feel my eyes begin to water under his scrutiny.

"You think so highly of me. You form me so beautifully."

I scratch my face, "I mean... you're a hero. It's not hard."

"Who's this?" he points to a man in a birthday hat I drew on the corner of the page.

"Oh. That was one of the seniors at this home I went to today. He was dancing with two other grampas. It was great," I chuckle softly, "it was a real party."

"What were you doing at a nursing home?"

"I'm, uh, making them a poster to help out with their funding, which reminds me... do you mind if I work on it while you're here?"

He waves a hand, "by all means."

I sit down next to him and grab my laptop, "I can't really bring myself to work on it. It sometimes becomes easier for me to work on something if I have someone with me."

"Do you want me to do something?" he sets the sketchbook on my side, stands, and grabs Peter's camera on my desk, "I can take selfies for you to use as references later."

I chuckle at him as he begins to pose. I shake my head, "I mean, if you'd like."

Spiderman plots back down to my side, "can I just watch you work?"

I shrug and repeat, offering a smile, "if you'd like."

As my screen loads up, feel him nudge my shoulder. I turn back to him and he tilts his head, "you do realize, you're a hero to them, right?"

I knit my brows, "what are you talking about?"

"If you see me this way," he take my sketchbook and shakes it, "then they can see you this way."

I sigh, "Spidey, please, I'm just making a poster. You saved someone from a burning building."

"I did something within my means, my love, which is exactly what you're doing now."

I turn back to my laptop. His pet name makes me feel funny. I know he means nothing but it, but the way he says it does something to my stomach.

"Denying it doesn't make it less true."

I move my mouse around.

"... that is, unless, your poster sucks ass-"

I snort and nearly choke on my spit.

"-in which case, I'm sorry, but you're a villain who deserves jail time for screwing over a nursing home."

"Damn!" I turn to him, "insulted in my own home."

He shrugs, "make a good poster then."

[life-is-unreal]

Watching from afar {Twisted Wonderland x Reader}

(Also published on Wattpad and Quotev, maybe ao3?) (the plot is similar but not the same) (updates=???) (shit grammar)

Prologue 0.1 - Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

"I swear to god, if there's another essay due today." You hissed, tapping away on your computer.

"I can't believe he set three essays without even telling us in class. Like bitch- WHAT THE FUCK THERE'S TWO MORE?"

You threw a slipper across the room, resisting the urge to chuck the computer, "It's expensive, it's expensive... I can't afford shit right now." You muttered, your hand clawing on your scalp.

"Brrrrrrringgggggggg. Briiiiiiiiiiiiing."

The sound of your phone ringing sounded heavenly compared to your ten hour grind on finishing all your essays due tomorrow. 

"Hellllo?"

"Hey Y/N! You wanna go to the amusement park that just opened up near school? By the way, 'no' isn't acceptable. I'm at your house so head down bitch."

"Annnnd she hung up."

You sighed. At least you had a reason to tell your parents on why you failed, you could blame everything on your dearest friend Marie.

"Heeyyyyy Marie." You slipped into the uber, shoving your best friend away as she tried to tackle you into a hug.

"Girlie, you look like those ghosts. Of course, you look as beautiful as ever but still." Marie flicked your forehead.

"Girl. I legit had to do three fucking essays in a day and there's two that I haven't done yet."

"...Wait. I have the same classes as you rightttt?"

You snorted, your half dead expression going away as the smile vanished on Marie's face. What's that saying? Smiles don't disappear, they just move to someone else's face.

"WE HAVE FIVE FUCKING ESSAYS DUE TOMORROW? SCUSE MOI?"

You clamped your hand over her mouth, pushing her down, "Bitch, we're in a fucking uber."

"Keugh, keugh. I mean, I can cancel the ride and send you guys back?" The uber driver said awkwardly.

"Sorry man, it's fine. My parent's have like, no hope on my studies so I'll be fine." Marie muttered, her soul sucked away from her body.

"Um. We're here now?" The uber driver, keeping his eyes straight ahead tapped the window.

"Uh, yeah haha. Uh, Y/N get your ass off. Let's go." Marie laughed awkwardly, pinching you hardly.

"Bitch what the fuck." You whisper-yelled in her ear.

"Shush, this shit awkward as fuck, now pretend you have a stomach ache." Marie elbowed your stomach hardly.

"ASFTEGHWGEU WTF?" You screeched, almost flinging her hand off you when you clutched your stomach in pain.

"Sorry girly pop, take one for the team y'know. SORRY MATE, MY FRIEND HERE SEEMS TO HAVE SOME STOMACHE PROBLEMS! GOTTA DASH!" Marie took hold of your hoodie and almost yeeted you towards the direction of the entrance.

"Bitch you owe me a popsicle." You snarled when the two of you had gotten inside.

"Heeeeey, I bought your ticket! It was hella expensive you know!" She whined, using her puppy eyes.

"I- eugh. Let's go then." The thing about Marie was that although she could be a hella insensitive and bitchy person, she was probably one of the top five best looking people in the school and other than being a bit two-faced she was a person with great personality, that is when she isn't bitchy and overly clingy. 

You and Marie's friendship began when she moved in to your neighborhood and the moment they moved in, it was made very clear that Marie's family was absolutely loaded. The first time you met was in high school. You had moved in a few months prior so the two of you began chatting as the two of you were the only 'new faces'.

Marie's problems shined through quite quickly when the two became more and more popular. You had gotten popular through brains and pretty looks whilst Marie had gotten popular because of her down right stunning looks.

Halfway through the first school year together, Marie had became friends with everyone under the 'popular' tag. You being her one and only "bestie" had hear all her remarks on other people.

"OMG Y/N, you know Sarah? The blondie? Like she's literally sooo toxic to her friends and everyone. Like bitch called me 'bestie' like noooo. Her? To be delulu enough to think that she's my bestie? Fuck no! Why would I want some ugly, stuck up, two faced bitch being my bestie. Girly pop, stick with me more. I don't want people like her bothering me."

"Hey bestiiiieeee. Did you see what happened in the cafeteria today? That new boy. That nerd. No? Eughhhhh, why don't you know any of the latest gossip??? Anyways, he got his ass whooped by one of the upperclassmen because he was talking to ThEiR GiRl. Like how cringgge is that shit?"

You had compared Marie to Regina from Mean Girls before but you decided that it didn't fit Marie that well. Marie was just as popular, just as two faced. But there was one thing for sure, she wasn't a total bitch. 

"Y/N! You wanna hang out today??? Pleeeeeaseee, you know that you're my only bestieeee. Come onnn. Let's go shopping, and yeaaaah I know you're broke and all that but that's why you need a rich bestie right? There you have the all so wonderful and fantastic me!"

"Y/N! Guess what! You know those bitchy girls from Year 12? I called some of my ahem, friends. Don't worry, they won't pick on you any more! Ain't I just succcch a wonderful person. By the way! It's your birthday this week right? I'm bought you that limited edition bag from that store you were eyeing. Uhhh, don't mind the price. You don't need to know about that. Ehe!"

Marie was clingy for sure and she gets angry easily contrary to how she acts in front of the popular people. She never gets angry because of you but you could see when she starts to get annoyed. She always gets annoyed when you hang too close to other people which is probably one of her toxic traits but you were pretty much fine with that as you found that she was fine with most people as long as they don't start calling you "Bestie".

There was also, one thing that Marie entrusted to you, and only you. Her deepest, darkest secret.

"Hey! Y/N! You listening to me?" Marie frowned, flicking your forehead. "You're zoning out again!"

"My baddddd. What you saying again?" You rubbed your fore head. Yeah, Marie's strength was also quite good.

"You wanna go to that mirror thingamajiggy room?"

"The what? Never mind. Let's go." You blinked wearily. 

"Did you actually grind for ten hours for those essays? It's not- Eugh. You being your top student. Your the fav student, they won't fail you as long you give a good enough reason you know?" Marie ruffled your hair. 

Hmmmm. Marie grew a few centimeters again. You sighed, you and your unmoving height.

You let the taller girl drag you through the crowd until you've reached the Hall of Mirrors, or as Marie calls it, the "mirror thingamajiggy room".

"Y/N girly pop. Stay here for a second. I think I saw those ice cream trucks nearby, I'll get some scoops, don't wander off like you always do. I'm not finding you for two hours again like what happened last year." Marie tapped your forehead. "You listening? I- Why do I even bother?" She rubbed her temples. "Stay put!" she called out, jogging towards the ice cream truck as she was hidden by the flowing visitors.

"What did she say?" You muttered. You removed your blue tooth headphones.

"Whatever, she probably went to the toilet or something." You raised your eyes, glancing at the entrance. For some reason, there was a smaller tent that had no queues next to the gigantic crowd going to the Hall of Mirrors.

You glanced weirdly at the bustling crowd. "They all blind or smth?"

Looking down at the weight that was leaning on your leg you rolled your eyes, "Marie really left her bag for me to carry." You slung her tote on your shoulder before trudging towards the little tent that was pretty much hidden in the shadows.

"Cold nights be like." You grumbled in annoyance, "What the hell did she put in her bag for it to be this heavy man? Gold?"

Ah, my lovely Lord,

"Sound effects? Seriously man?" You raised your brows as you entered the tent.

The noble and beautiful flower of evil,

You are the most beautiful, number one in this world.

"Whyyyyy. Thank you." You yawned sleepily. "Why am I here again?"

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most..."

"For thee, guided by the Mirror of Darkness," You read off from the plaque in front of the mirror in the center.

Follow thy heart and take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror.

"Yoooo, these effects are kinda cool." You leaned forward, seeing black mist forming in the mirror.

Flames that turn even stars into ashes,

Ice that imprison even time,

Great tree that swallow even the sky,

"How poetic. I would applaud if this was in English class."

Don't be afraid of the power of darkness,

Come now, show your power.

Mine, theirs, and yours,

Your brows furrowed slightly as you felt yourself walking towards the largest mirror.

"Am I so sleepy that my brain and my body ain't working together. I've done that before I mean..." You wondered out loud.

There's only little time left for us.

Do not let go of that hand, at all costs.

Your sleepy eyes widened when your hand, completely out of control, started to reach for the hand that was appearing in the mirror.

"Marie? Are you doing this shit?" You screamed, at this volume, people outside would surely hear you and start rushing in right?

"Marie?" Your voice faltered.

"I- should've waited for Marie..." You whispered, your consciousness fading away as the hand in the mirror grasped yours...

"Marie...find...me"

To be continued...

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Teen!Gojo Satoru x reader - super short oneshot in which you go on your first real date...THE SEQUAL

as the title states, this is a sequal to my last Gojo Satoru post, which is linked above if you wanna read it! man oh MAN did this get me feeling all the good feels, date number two is better than the last!

words: 1138

warnings: cursing, angst maybe if you squint REALLY HARD, you guys know I hate angst sooo.... also very mushy feels ahead.

Satoru takes a deep, nervous breath, steadying himself as he readjusts his dark, round sunglasses. "Will you...go on a date with me?"

"...sure."

"...really?"

"I don't see why you need to practice for something like this, you guys are already dating," Geto sighed. Not only are you two already dating, but you already had your first date!

"Well last time, we just kinda planned it together, but then that made me think about how I never even asked Usagi-chan properly!" He pouted a little, crossing his arms at Geto's defiance.

"Asked Usagi-chan what," you echoed, strolling up to sit with your boyfriend. He was sitting with Geto just outside the dorms, eating a popsicle nearly as blue as his eyes. He grinned at you, deciding to take the opportunity to ask now. "Usagi-chan, will you go on a date with me," he asked with a sparkle in his eye and a flirtatious smile, laying on copious amounts of charm.

"...sure," you shrugged, stealing a bite of his popsicle. Satoru turned to Geto, a proud look on his face as he said, "man, I should practice with you more often." Geto just shook his head, grimacing at the thought.

~*~fancy time skip~*~

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time, admiring your favorite elegant outfit (accompanied by the ring, bracelet, and necklace he bought you) as you awaited Gojo's knock on your door. Last time, you got ready together and helped each other pick outfits, which was cute but not what Satoru wanted this time. He wanted the real date experience™, and that included picking you up and whisking you away to whatever he considered a magical evening. In all honesty, your expectations were pretty high. Even if he was the goofiest goober to ever goober sometimes, he would still try his best to give you as much as he had.

You heard a knock at your room door, and you grabbed your things as you excitedly walked over to open it. There Satoru was, wearing a black tux and that face he always made when he was trying to flirt, which wouldn't work if he weren't so damn handsome. He leaned against your doorframe, looking down at you as he said, "your chariot awaits," in a sultry tone.

You glanced past him, looking at what appeared to be a used tandem bike in a shade of icy blue. You looked back and forth between the two of them, his face not changing despite him almost certainly knowing how you felt. "...I'm not riding that," you finally say, voice laced with laughter, and he just pouts. "I figured as much," he sighed sarcastically, walking over to the bike like a sad puppy and kicking it far into the distance.

He teleports away, returning with a black car in his hands and gently placing it on the ground. "there, one fancy princess car," he boasted. You walked over with a smile and a giggle, watching as he rubbed his hands together to get dust off of them. "Do you even know how to drive," you asked teasingly, to which he shrugged. "What's there to it?"

...yeah, your confidence wasn't in him. "How about I drive," you offered, to which he violently shook his head. "make you drive on our real date experience™? I don't think so." With that said, he only had one other option. He scooped you up, bridal style, and suddenly you were both standing outside a fancy, tasteful restaurant. Well, he was standing, you were still in his arms. "Wow, this is really nice, toru," you complimented excitedly, hopping out of his arms. You had never been to such a nice place before, not romantically anyways, and the two of you walked in to get a table. the hostess was typing away on her handheld, distracted and not looking up at you yet. "Hi, do you guys have a reservation?"

"No," Gojo chuckled, as if he thought they'd just be let in...he definitely thought they were just gonna walk in and sit down.

"Oh, well I'm sorry, but-" She looked up, immediately mesmerized by the sheer attractiveness the two of you had- "But...we have a table ready right now! Follow me," she said, utterly smitten, especially with Gojo. You were grateful for the table, and even more happy that Satoru didn't seem to really care about the hostess. You hated when people tried to flirt with him, although an inevitable experience, but it kind of fueled your pride to see him give less than a rat's ass about it. On the flip side, it fueled his ego to be flirted with, despite not giving a shit about the person who was flirting with him, unless it was you of course.

You were walked to the upstairs area over looking the practically glowing city of Tokyo, a big and diamond encrusted chandelier hanging above you two. The table was circular, a cloth as white as Satoru's hair sitting atop it, and a candle in an elegant glass sitting atop that.

"You really thought we'd pull up here on a neon-blue tandem bike," You giggled quietly, a little nervous about being loud as the restaurant was lacking people.

"Clearly you've never been to Germany," he sniffed, his face full of mock offense.

"Have you," you countered, chin resting in hand.

He was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a response. "...fuck, you're hot," he finally sighed, leaning in with a flirty smile as he removed his sunglasses.

His response stunned you for a moment, warmth spreading through your face as you went a little wide-eyed. Quickly regaining your composure, you laughed and rolled you eyes as you said, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Just figured you should know," he chuckled, his eyes filled with enamor. A waiter came by, smiling and taking your drink orders (and going a little pink at the sight of you). Seeing as you were both teenagers you couldn't order alcohol, so the two of you ordered virgin cocktails. The waiter left to put in your orders, and Satoru sighed.

"did you see the way that guy looked at you," he asked, his tone indecipherable. you couldn't tell if he was hyping you up, or jealous as hell. It was probably both. "I'm pretty sure we just went over this," you teased. He shrugged, smiling at something he was thinking about. "Not like I care about people lookin' at you, I can't blame 'em."

"really? You don't care," you asked astonishedly, your lips curving into an amused smile. "Why would I? Caring means I find them threatening, and nobody can threaten me. I'm the greatest!" He put his hands up a little, palms facing the ceiling as if to punctuate his statement. You just giggled and turned your attention to the menu, knowing he was just trying to reason with himself, and at the sight of you doing so Satoru did the same.

After a few minutes, the waiter came back with your drinks, dropping them off before taking his notepad out to take your orders. You ordered their skillfully prepared Kujira (pufferfish), and Satoru ordered their renowned Kobe beef. Once the waiter left, You raised a brow at your boyfriend. "You sure you can afford all this? I brought my wallet in case-"

He cut you off, putting a finger to your lips comically. "Relax Usagi-chan, let me treat you!" He acts like he hasn't once given you special treatment, despite your relationship admittedly having roots in gifts and acts of service. You removed his hand from your face, laughing. "yeah yeah, fine then," you conceded, leaning back in your seat.

The rest of the meal went similarly, making each other laugh, forgetting about anyone and anything else, and eating hella expensive despite the fact that you're pretty sure it wasn't exactly worth the money. You were both exiting the restaurant now, skipping dessert because Gojo refused to drop a bag on deconstructed baklava (Bro is serious about dessert). You ended up at a café, taking a cupcake sampler to-go and sitting outside in the grass.

"Ok, what first," Satoru mumbled to himself, giddy at the prospect of eating something sweet after the super savory dinner you both just had. You shut your eyes and played eeny-meeny-miny-moe over the clear plastic of the box, eventually landing on the Black Forest cake. Gojo eagerly removed it from the box, every cupcake no larger than the rim of a coffee cup and all decorated with icing.

They came with little forks, but he just took a big bite of it and passed it to you. "ewww, now it has your saliva," you complained sarcastically, taking it but not biting out of it just yet. "You don't feel that way when we make out," he said with a sly smile, knowing his argument was flawless. You rolled your eyes and smiled, not having anything else to say as you bit out of the cake. It was moist, fluffy, and chocolaty, the crème and cherry filling combining to make a rich and sweet flavor profile. Long story short, it was good.

Satoru could see the look on your face, how you thought it was delicious, and he got a different, strawberry cupcake to eat. Not before streaking his finger through the icing of yours and licking it off, though. "Hey," you whined, although actually largely unbothered, and took the strawberry off the top of his cupcake. He whipped his head to you, betrayal on his face, before bursting out laughing for no reason.

"What," you asked, confused, and licked some icing off of your lips. "J-just...hold on," he said between snickers. He leaned in, gently taking your face in his hand and wiping icing off of your cheek with his thumb. He kissed the tip of your nose, effectively removing the icing there as well.

He could feel the way your face heated, and he could see how much his gentle touch affected you. It made him melt inside, just a little. Just enough to get vulnerable. He pulled back, knees tucked against his chest and chin resting against them as he gazed at the stars to avoid eye contact. "You know...I never thought I'd be able to be with you."

You cocked your head a little, confused. He what? Gojo Satoru, the embodiment of a god complex, didn't think he could be with you?

"How do you mean," You asked gently, eyes never leaving his side profile.

He sighed, chuckling wryly as he got his thoughts in order.

"Don't get me wrong, I wasn't worried about not dating you, I just...I never thought anyone could keep my attention long enough. I was worried I'd get sick of you, and that scared me because I really, really liked you. Buuuut I didn't get bored. I just kept falling more and more in love with you, which is funny 'cause I still am. I kinda feel stupid for it. I kinda like feeling stupid."

You listened to his monologue, watching as his the wind tousled his spikey white hair, as his colorless lashes fluttered, and as his lips curved into an embarrassed smile. He looked at you for the first time since he started talking, those piercing blue eyes grabbing the attention of your very soul.

You didn't know what to say, so you didn't speak. You just leaned in, taking his face in your hands, and gave him the longest, most loving kiss either of you have ever experienced. It wasn't lustful or passionate, not like your other kisses, but instead it held a gentleness, a purity, that made it special. You didn't pull back until he did, so you were there for a while, just embracing each other.

he laughed at himself as you finally broke away from each other, shaking his head. "Ahhhh fuck," he sighed, smiling as he pressed his forehead to his knees.

"what," you asked, laughing with him because his laughter was just that contagious.

"See, I told you," He chuckled, turning his head so now his cheek was to his knees, his eyes filled with a mix of hilarity and love for you.

"I just can't stop falling in love with you."

you guys stop I'm gonna make myself cry 😭

as always, please leave a comment if you liked it/have criticism! You know I just love love love hearing from you!

tagging @satoruontopofme because they asked for pt 2 in the comments of pt 1!

[whispermask]

twitter was talkin about soap's obsession with cock sucking and--

(nsfw text under the cut)

Ghost has a problem and that problem is MacTavish’s oral fixation. 

Boy’s always got a pen hanging out the side of his mouth, biting at his nails, touching his lips and he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it but Ghost seriously can’t look away whenever Soap has anything even remotely phallic near his mouth and it’s driving Ghost mad. Ghost thinks maybe Soap knows he’s being watched, starts pandering specifically to Ghost’s obsession with his mouth. 

It’s the warmest day of the year when it all comes to a head. They’re on base between one op and the next and it’s hotter than it has any right to be, so much so that even Ghost has stripped down to cargo pants and a thin shirt, still sweltering stubbornly under his mask. Soap, instigator of all instigators, isn’t faring much better. To cope with the heat, he’s wearing a tank top and tiny shorts, miles of bare skin like gold slick with a fine sheen of sweat under the sweltering sun. It’s too hot to be alive, is what it is. And Gaz, bless him, buys ice cream for everyone. A sweet man, really, except that he’s bought popsicles. 

Almost as soon as Ghost sees the box, his gaze flickers to Soap, who’s already looking back with an absolutely wicked glint in his eyes. Which is how Ghost ends up white knuckling the armrest while Soap practically felates a popsicle not even three feet from him, close enough that Ghost can hear all the wet, sucking noises his mouth makes as the ring of his lips slides up and down the shaft–and really, is he down that bad that he can’t look at a popsicle in Soap’s mouth and see anything other than a red, aching cock?–his eyes close and he moans. A low, desperate sound that starts in the back of his throat and ends with a slick pop as he pulls the popsicle back out. “Wow, Gaz,” Soap says, “it feels so good on my tongue.” And Ghost can’t fucking do this. He’s done, he’s absolutely had enough. 

He stands too quickly, scruffs MacTavish, and hauls him out behind the mess hall. Despite the late hour, it’s still too damn hot, but with the sun fully set it’s no longer sweltering. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Johnny?” Ghost asks. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Soap replies, always such a brat. The light from a far off building glints off Soap’s cherry-tinted, spit-slicked lips and Ghost is thumbing away the moisture without realizing he’s even moved. 

He’s practically cupping Johnny’s face and it seems only logical to lift his mask and press his mouth against Soap’s cold one. Soap tastes sweet, sure, but underneath that is something so undeniably Soap that it turns the kiss from innocent to indecent in seconds. 

Soap clenches Ghost’s shirt in his hand and hauls him forward until he’s backing Soap up against the brick wall with a forearm braced above Soap’s head for balance. He presses the huge line of his body against Soap’s, grips his bare biceps in both hands, holds on for dear life. Soap breaks the kiss, gasping for air, eyes still clenched tight when Ghost pulls away to give him some space. 

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while,” Soap finally says. 

“Is that why you’ve made it your mission in life to tease me until my prick falls off?” Ghost asks, overly fond. 

“You loved it,” Soap replies. “The real question is, what are we going to do about it now?” And like that, Soap’s reversed their positions so that Ghost is backed up against the wall. 

He slides to his knees in a fluid motion, and Ghost knows it must hurt, 

that the concrete digging into his skin and pressing against the bone there is likely uncomfortable, that Soap doesn’t care because he’s been just as eager to get his mouth on Ghost as Ghost has been to feel it on him. 

Soap doesn’t bother to strip him down more than is necessary to free his cock; it’s dark, but someone walking by on the main road could hear them, could even amble around the corner to see where Soap is kissing the head of Ghost’s cock, using his tongue to trace the underside of the sensitive crown, stabs the sharp end of it into his slit to lick up his pre-come. 

“Fucking hell, Johnny,” Ghost says, because of course, it’s always like this with Soap, always better than he’s ever had, too damn good for him every time. 

Ghost grows impatient. He fists Soap’s hair in one hand and pinches the hinge of his jaw open with the thumb of his other. The ‘O’ of his mouth is obscene even in the low light. Ghost slicks the head of his cock against Soap’s bottom lip, pushes in until just the tip sits on his tongue. 

Soap keeps his mouth open for it, forever an exhibitionist, because he wants Ghost to watch him, always, but especially now when this has been building for too long, when it’s been ages since the last time they got to touch like this. 

Motivated by that thought, Ghost thrusts forward by centimeters, giving Soap time to adjust, to breathe through his nose, until Soap’s taken him down the root. Soap’s face in pleasure, especially this specific act, is something Ghost will never tire of. 

He’s rapturous as Ghost begins to pull back, then thrusts back in, the slide of Soap’s lips torturously tight and hot. He stares up at Ghost as best he can when his eyes aren’t rolling back on a particularly sharp thrust in, gaze worshipful, like there’s truly nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing than blowing Ghost. He keeps making these sweet little grunts as Ghost moves, the volume and pitch increasing as Ghost speeds up. 

Drool drips down his chin, slicks the entirety of Ghost’s shaft so it’s nothing but a smooth, hot slide in, in, in. Soap likes it messy, and Ghost is happy to oblige him, to fuck the spit from his mouth, to make him choke and gag on it until his face goes red from lack of oxygen. 

He sees Soap’s shoulder moving rapidly, jerking his cock off as he sucks Ghost off. “That’s right Johnny, fucking take it,” Ghost says, voice gone throaty. He can feel his orgasm building from his toes to the base of his spine. 

“Keep touching yourself. I want you to come while you’re choking on my prick.” And that’s all she wrote for Soap, who comes in his hand and onto the concrete at Ghost’s feet. This is Ghost’s favorite part, how pliant Soap gets after he comes.

Ghost braces his feet and grips Soap’s head in both hands, uses his mouth like a fucktoy, slides it up and down his cock until he’s coming too, shooting his load down Soap’s throat, letting him taste the last few spurts as he pulls out and finishes coming on his pretty, pink lips. Ghost gathers himself, then gathers Soap from the concrete, using a hand on Soap’s elbow to help him stand. 

In the lowlight, Ghost can see that Soap’s knees are pinpricked and bloodied. “Remind me to tell Gaz to go fuck himself,” Ghost says and Soap laughs. “Pretty sure you should be saying ‘Thank you’ Lt.,” Soap replies. It’s still too damn hot. 

[frances-baby-houseman]

lol I love it how we're all like, no I won't make you ask these, I will just overshare on my own 😌

Ask meme for people in their 30s 40s

What was the first piece of furniture you bought? A little ikea coffee table with curved legs that I used as a tv stand until it literally collapsed.

What proportion of your meals do you cook? I cook dinner 5ish nights a week, and I make most of the breakfasts and lunches when we're at home. I'm the only cook in the house (my husband does do basic meal stuff like eggs and mac and cheese) so the other nights tend to be takeout.

Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap? foaming or liquid, just not bar.

Favorite chore? folding laundry

Least favorite chore? every other part of laundry (but honestly I hate all chores, they're chores!)

Most precious thing one of your pets has destroyed? no pets!

Any groceries you've been getting into lately? popsicles

What cleaning product do you swear by? folex carpet cleaner

What's your emotional support craft? crochet

Youtube, cable TV, or streaming? my PREFERENCE is cable from the year like 2002, but my reality is cable and every single streaming service.

What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying? honestly I cannot think of anything?

How many cups can you see from where you're sitting? owala water bottle, can of strawberry culture pop, empty mug from my friend's bookstore

Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it? I don't filter things, I barely chagne the car oil

How often do you take baths? omg never bc I barely fit in our vintage tub but if I could I'd do it weekly

Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from? I exclusively shop at trader joe's, which only has 3 aisles, so yes, but when I am forced to go to a real grocery store, absolutely not.

Where do you go when you need to get out of the house but it's raining? Target or the movies or the gym. gtl if you will.

What's a movie you saw recently that you liked? Hit Man!

Pro or anti tchotchkes? pro! I love little things that show people who you are.

What's your go-to tape? just regular scotch but I also like pink painters tape in the right situation.

What's in your freezer right now? ICE, bc I am southern, and also many popsicles and asian items from trader joe's

Last concert you attended? James Taylor, it was wonderful

Favorite grocery store? Trader Joe's but ideally Publix, where I would go down every aisle, bc they are still reasonable.

Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags? reusable but I sometimes get paper (I have to buy them for $.10) bc I use them for our compost.

Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night? lollllll

Favorite old person activity? saying "who is that, you know that guy in the thing with the girl who was in that show with julia louis dreyfus"

Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers? lake with sweet tea

Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends? movie

Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you? oh yes, who doesn't love a baby

Go-to holiday card format? no holiday cards! we're jews!

How many pairs of scissors do you own? like 3 normal pairs and 2 pairs of kitchen shears

Do you still own your first car? Nope.

How do you take your morning coffee/tea? coffee with whole milk

What's something you collect? I don't really collect anything but I do wish that I did. I just like a lot of junk!

What's your commute like? about 35 min on the expressway including school drop off, but hopefully taking the train next year.

Aisle at the grocery store you never bother walking down? again I only shop at trader joe's, which has 3 aisles and I have them all memorized. Ask me where something is.

Do you keep a daily journal or agenda? daily journal with just a few lines

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school? all the time

What's the last filter you changed? HVAC filter like 2 months ago

What little treat do you always get when you run errands? cute socks at target or a dessert treat

Grocery list or no grocery list? list

What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want? pebble ice maker

Favorite book you've read recently? Greta & Valdin

Honest feelings on Settlers of Catan? ??

What's something you wish you had more time for? spontaneity

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator? school stuff and pictures of me as a baby for some reason

Lamps or overhead lighting? lamps

If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it? a private living room just for myself

Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go? no, I load up my giant coat pockets in the winter

Pro or anti throw pillows? pro but not super strong feelings here. like, they are good for design and comfort but don't go crazy.

How many blankets do you keep in your living room? 3 in the living room, 4 in the den

Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them? lolllll

What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office? bureaucracy is bureaucracy

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones? not really, a little for halloween but again, jews.

Favorite high-effort meal that you make? oh god I haven't cooked something really good in ages, but I guess brisket and potato kugel

Favorite low-effort meal that you make? chicken sausage pasta

Do you tend to bring an appetizer, entree, dessert, or drinks to a potluck? dessert or pasta salad

What kind of bag do you use for your bag full of bags? the most structured of the bags

If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it? mostly, though these shoes rub a little.

Do you have an opinion on your local weather reporter? Tom Skilling 5 eva

Do you have a favorite brunch spot? I once did! I don't brunch anymore but I do love the french place in my town.

Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale? far on the maximalism.

Opinion on Bath and Body Works? nope.

Last time you visited a farmer's market? saturday. we go most weeks in the summer!

Anything you're procrastinating on right now? oh god just about everything. I'm on question 64 of this stupid survey!

Do you get your taxes in as soon as possible, at the last minute, or late? I used to be early but now my husband has to do them and it's a Whole Thing

Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed? yes

Are your garbage bags scented or unscented?oh god unscented, I would throw away scented ones

What are you looking forward to next week? getting a new tv! (ours died and the replacement won't be here for a few days... kill me)