#but I’ll try to reply later tonight 😘

[rosicheeks]

did you get my last ask? idk if it went through or not _ 🎤

💖

[seungkw1]

pretty little present — smg

♡ pairing: bf!mingi x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut ♡ wc: 2.5k ♡ warnings: dom!mingi, sub!reader, size kink (obviously), reader wears lingerie, mingi picks up reader and carries them, masturbation (f. & m.), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), dacryphilia, possessiveness, creampie, reader gets one (1) hickey, pet names (princess, doll, babygirl), great aftercare, fluff ending ♡ a/n: i don’t normally write atz but bestie @myhimbomingi requested a mingi fic and i absolutely said yes!! i had such a fun time writing him hehe

The soft light of early dawn filters through your eyelids as you slowly drift into consciousness. You roll over, flopping your arm over your sleeping boyfriend to snuggle up next to him - but your hand hits nothing but the bedsheets. You sleepily pry your eyes open to see his side of the bed vacant. You grab your phone to check your texts - sure enough, you have a message from Mingi, sent at 6:14am:

good morning babe :) sorry to leave without saying goodbye but i didnt wanna wake u, u looked so cute!! i had to leave early for work today but i promise i’ll make it up to u! i left u a present on the counter, we’ll put it to good use tonight ;) love you ❤️

You were planning on going back to sleep, but now you're simply too curious. You hop out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. There, on the counter, you see a flat, gift-wrapped box - creamy white in color with baby pink ribbons tying it together. Whatever it is, it looks expensive. You untie the pastel bow and remove the lid. Underneath several layers of crisp white tissue paper, you find your present: a lingerie set. 

The set is jet black, made of silky mesh adorned with lace and satin ribbons. It’s light as a feather, buttery soft to the touch - clearly a luxury item. You've never worn anything like it in your life, but it's beautiful. 

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

got your gift, hurry home to me ;) 

The typing bubble immediately pops up. Within seconds he responds. 

i will baby 😘

The day passes at an annoyingly slow pace. You didn't have much to do today anyway, so you try to occupy yourself with chores, but you can't help daydreaming about what all Mingi will be doing to you later. 

Finally, evening rolls around - Mingi will be home soon. 

You take a quick shower to freshen up, afterwards donning your new lingerie set. With all its various straps it takes you a few minutes to even figure out how to get it on, but once you do you step in front of your full length mirror to check it out. You knew it was gonna be really pretty on, but you look fucking hot. You start thinking about how feral it's going to make Mingi - quickly ruining the delicate panties at the mere thought of him. 

You grab some leggings and a big tshirt and throw them on. Another peek in the mirror verifies that you can't tell what you're wearing underneath the comfy clothes - all the more perfect to surprise him with. 

A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. 

“Babe, I’m home!” Mingi calls out. 

You flutter on over to meet him, practically skipping as you jump into his arms. He pulls you in for a big kiss, placing his large hand on the back of your head, petting your hair softly as he holds you tight against him. As his lips depart from yours, he smiles, gazing at you with pure love. 

“I missed you,” you tell him as you place your hand on his chest. 

“I missed you too,” he replies as he kisses your forehead. 

“Soooo,” he starts as he tosses his bag down and kicks his shoes off. “What do you say we try out your new present?”

“Already?” you reply coyly. “Don’t you wanna eat dinner first?”

“It can wait,” he says as he lightly grabs onto your chin. His voice turns low and rumbly. 

“I’d rather eat you.”

You giggle. “Well somebody's horny.”

“I've been thinking about you all day - thinking about how good you're gonna look in your gift.” He strokes your jaw with his thumb. “Gonna be my pretty little present.”

He grabs the hem of your tshirt, starting to pull it off of you. 

“Why don't we get you out of these clothes already and-”

He stops. He’s lifted your shirt just enough to reveal the black lacy lingerie underneath. 

“Oh.”

“One step ahead of you, baby,” you say sweetly. 

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans. He helps you lift your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it aside as he takes in the sight of you. The mesh lining of the bra is entirely sheer, putting your nipples on full display. The coolness of the room combined with how turned on you’re getting makes them perk up, poking through the delicate fabric. 

He brushes his fingers over the protruding buds, making them even harder. He licks his lips as he gazes at you, the love in his eyes quickly turning into lust. 

You reach for the waist of your leggings, sliding them off of you to reveal the rest of the set. You kick them aside, standing up before him to show yourself off.

“Turn around for me,” Mingi commands.

You give him a twirl, wiggling your butt as your back faces him. He grabs onto you with both hands, squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands.

You let him touch you for a few moments before you spin around, grabbing his hands as you pull him with you toward the bedroom.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” you tease.

Before you can take another step you feel your feet depart from the ground - Mingi grabs you by the waist, lifting you off the floor as he picks you up. He practically tosses you over his shoulder as he carries you down the hallway, his arm wrapped tightly around your torso as he holds you against him. 

“Hey!!” you shout, but a big grin spreads across your face. So he’s in this kind of mood. You know he’s about to throw you around, have his way with you - even more so than normal. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation. 

You arrive at the bedroom. Mingi tosses you onto the bed - you land on your back, resting upon the pile of pillows. You keep your legs open, showing off your pussy through the sheer fabric of your underwear. 

“So wet for me already,” he says as he runs two fingers lightly across your clothed slit. He gives your cunt a gentle smack. 

“Touch yourself for me, princess. Leave your panties on.”

You obediently slide your fingers to your core. Mingi quickly pulls his shirt over his head, then reaches for his belt. You begin stroking your clit through the soft mesh as you watch him remove his clothes, freeing the large bulge that has formed in his pants. He pulls his boxers down, his length springing free. As many times as you’ve had sex with him, you’re still always taken aback by his size. His cock is thick, long, hard - precum already dribbling from his tip. He strokes himself a few times as he watches you. You slip your fingers underneath your panties, sliding them into your opening. You moan softly at the sensation - but you know this is absolutely nothing compared to how much his cock is going to fill you up. 

He watches you slowly fuck yourself for a minute, gripping his length in his fist. As you start to wriggle slightly to your own touch, he steps forward. You yelp as he grabs you by the ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the mattress. He kneels down, leaning against the bed, positioning his face in front of your cunt. His hands slide up the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up and into the bed, nearly folding you in half as he opens you up even further before him. He sticks his tongue out, dragging its tip ever so lightly over your clit through the panties - it’s enough to drive you insane.

“Mingi,” you whine, trying to push yourself into his mouth. He retracts his head, not letting you get what you want just yet.

“What’s that, baby?” he asks. The way he’s staring at you, you can tell he is dying to taste you - but he doesn’t miss the opportunity to taunt you a bit.

“Please,” you softly mumble under your breath.

“Use your words, doll. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want your mouth on me,” you manage to utter, still trying to push your cunt against his mouth - but his grip on you is too strong. “Want you to make me cum.”

“Like this?” he asks, teasing you once more as his tongue dances over your pussy.

“God, yes,” you cry. You feel like you’re going to lose your mind if he delays any further. 

“Or,” he continues as he reaches beneath the hem of your panties, pulling them aside. The coolness of the air hits your soaked core, countered by the hot exhales of Mingi’s breath against you. “Like this…”

He dives into you, his warm mouth greeting your cunt as his tongue traces between your folds. He sticks the tip into your hole - you’re so wet right now that it slips in with ease. You groan as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose pressing against your clit as he swirls his tongue around inside you. He pulls it out, flattening his tongue and licking a big stripe up your center before latching onto your clit. You cry out at the overpowering stimulation, writhing beneath Mingi’s strong arms as he sucks on the sensitive bud. A white-hot sensation swells in your gut, burning delightfully as you feel your orgasm approach. Your body tenses, your legs beginning to quiver as Mingi devours you. You reach for his head, grasping onto his hair as your climax takes over. You scream out Mingi’s name as you cum on his face, his tongue moving relentlessly against your clit as you ride out your high. He grips onto you until the very end, face buried in your pussy as you come down. Just when you think it’s over, he starts up again, sucking on your clit as he slips his fingers into you, curling them perfectly to reach your g-spot. Within moments, you’re cumming again, grinding against his tongue as overwhelming pleasure courses through your veins. He slows his motions, giving your clit a few last gentle licks as he slides his fingers out of you. They’re dripping wet, as is his entire chin - he places them in his mouth, licking them clean, making sure he doesn’t waste a single drop of you. 

You lay there, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths as you try to recover. Mingi crawls up to meet your face, kissing you slowly on the mouth as he lays his weight upon you - resting on his forearms so he doesn’t completely squish you. You feel his cock throbbing against your cunt as he makes out with you - you can just tell he is unbearably hard. 

Mingi’s lips part from yours - barely, just enough so he can gaze into your eyes as he strokes your hair.

“Please fuck me,” you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking at your skin - lightly, but enough that you know it’ll leave a mark. 

“Anything for my princess,” he whispers into your ear. 

He stands up, pulling your hips toward him. He grabs onto the panties, ripping them off of you and throwing them aside. He lines his cock up with your entrance; he pushes just the head in, but he’s already stretching you out. Slowly he slides his full length into you - you cry out at the overwhelming fullness. He rests inside you for a few moments, letting you get used to his size. You begin shifting your hips, trying to ride his cock from beneath him. Mingi grins.

“So eager,” he coos, tracing his fingers over your stomach. “Are you ready babygirl?”

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, nodding your head swiftly.

He begins fucking you, steadily at first, but your cries quickly makes him increase his pace. Tears flow from your eyes as his thickness stretches you with each motion. He grasps tightly onto your hips, pulling you against him as he thrusts into you. He looks down at you, his pretty baby, losing all composure on his cock. He moans loudly, uninhibited - he doesn’t care if the whole world hears him. He wants everybody to know you’re his.

He reaches down, feeling your breasts through the lacy sheer bra.

“So pretty,” he groans. “So perfect, all mine.”

His hand slides down to your stomach, pushing down on your abdomen as he fucks you. The other reaches for your clit - you didn’t think you could possibly cum again, but the gentle pressure of his fingers combined with his cock nearly splitting you in half just feels too good. 

“Gonna cum,” you manage to get out, barely able to speak through your cries of pleasure. 

“Cum for me babygirl,” Mingi growls, very near his own release.

You cum on his cock, crying out his name as your walls squeeze around him - sending him over the edge. He releases, painting your insides with his hot white ropes. He grasps onto your hips, holding you down against him as his cock pulsates inside you. He breathes heavily, grunting as he gives you every last spurt of his cum. As he finishes, he holds still, his cock resting inside you. He leans over, careful not to pull out just yet - gently he grabs your jaw as he kisses you, his lips hungrily interlocked with yours. 

“Wait right here baby,” he says softly as your mouths finally part. You groan as he carefully pulls his cock out of you, immediately missing the sensation. Mingi quickly makes his way to the bathroom; he returns with a small towel, doused in warm water. Gently he cleans you up, cautious as not to overstimulate you. As he finishes he tosses the towel back into the bathroom, scooping you up and pulling you into the bed with him. He tucks the both of you underneath the blankets, taking you in his arms as he nuzzles up against you. 

“Are you cold?” he asks, kissing you on the forehead.

“Not with you here.”

“Good.”

You lay there in silence, deep breaths filling the air as you relax into each other's arms.

“Thanks for the present, baby,” you finally say, your voice soft and sleepy.

“You’re welcome, love.”

“You did completely rip it to shreds, though,” you remind him.

Mingi smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. You just looked too good.”

He cradles your cheek in his palm. “I’ll just have to get you another one,” he tells you with a kiss.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you say as you snuggle up into him. “Just give me a few business weeks to recover from this please.”

He laughs, drawing you even closer into him. You begin to drift off to sleep, comfortable and warm in his embrace.

“Mingi?” you say softly.

“Yes, babe?”

“I love you.”

You feel his cheeks turn into a smile.

“I love you too, baby.”

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 13

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: You and Jake get down and dirty again while showering again.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! This chapter is 95% smut, femdom, sub!jake, edging, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, sexting, spitting, ass play, rimming, unprotected p in v, humiliation, etc.

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The video Jake sends you an hour later is downright sinful. In a cramped bathroom stall with no mirror, your view is just of his hand jerking his weeping cock.

Your face heats as his soft, breathy grunts reach your ears along with the lewd sounds of his hand stroking faster and faster.

“I’m close,” he grits out before releasing himself, “Fuck,” he groans, frustrated as his cock jerks pitifully at the loss of friction.

You type out a reply when it ends.

Reese: Good boy.

Reese: Since you edged me last night, I think it’s only fair to edge you. Two more times should do it.

Jake: But I’m still hard. Is it medically safe for me to be hard all the fucking time?

Reese: Yes. Unless it lasts longer than 4 hours.

Reese: I can treat it if that happens though

Jake: Oh yeah? 😏

Reese: You wouldn’t enjoy it.

Jake: Try me

You laugh as you type out the response.

Reese: The blood is aspirated using a needle and syringe.

Jake: Holy shit.

Jake: Well.

Jake: I’m not hard anymore.

Reese: Figured that would help lol.

Jake: Sorry, gotta go-I’m up next. I’ll see you tonight.

Reese: Can’t wait 😘

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You really can’t wait.

Jake picks up dinner but it’s forgotten by the door when you pounce the second he walks through it.

“He-hello to you too,” he chuckles against your lips. “Wait, I didn’t shower,” he stills your hand that’s on the zipper of his fight suit.

“I don’t care,” you reply, tugging the zipper down anyway; the smell of clean sweat, fresh air, and diesel fills your nose and sends an answering wave of arousal between your thighs. “Why didn’t you shower?” You ask as you fall to your knees.

“You already-fuck,” he breathes as you pull him out of his briefs and swallow him down without preamble. “You already know.”

You shake your head with your eyes on his, mouth still full of him. “I want to hear you say it,” you release him with a pop to reply before returning to your bobbing.

“‘Cause the slightest brush of fabric on my cock is enough-oh,” he breaks off with a throaty sigh as you bring him to the back of your throat and swallow, “is enough to get me hard today.”

“Mmmm,” you hum around him, letting him fall out of your mouth to lick at his head while you bring your hands up to grip his ass. “Any other reason?”

He nods and inhales sharply when your nails sink in, guiding his hips to slowly fuck your face. “There’s…there’s still handprints on my ass.”

“Really?” You ask, one hand coming around to stroke him. “And that…embarrasses you?”

“Not exac-,” he starts, cheeks flushing bright red when you quirk a brow, “a little.”

“Why?” You tease, stroking him faster, “You don’t want the squad to know you were a bad boy?”

His head thumps against the door with a strangled whimper while he jerks in your hand.

Oh, he likes this.

“Or is it because you don’t want anyone to know that this,” the hand still on his butt squeezes his cheek tightly, making him gasp, “is mine?”

“Wait!” He chokes, reaching for your hand still working his cock. “I’m gonna cum.”

You struggle to hold back your whimper while you watch him hunch over as he fights his release.

“That’s two. Let’s eat,” you say when he relaxes, sounding way more composed than you feel as you tuck him back into his underwear. “Then we can take a shower?”

“Sure,” he sighs, grimacing as he re-zips his suit.

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The dishes are thrown into the sink to worry about later before Jake lifts you bridal style up the stairs.

“God, Reese, you make me crazy,” he grumbles against your lips as you undress each other, making you pause but then he continues, “and I fucking love it.”

A slow smile graces your lips as you turn on the shower. “C’mere,” you whisper, crooking your finger as you step back into the running water, “and I’ll show you crazy.”

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He backs you against the cold wall, licking into your mouth a deep kiss. His hands slide down your back to grip your ass.

“Wait,” you rasp before he can lift you. “Nice try. But not yet.”

A tortured sigh leaves him as his forehead drops to yours. “Yes ma’am.”

You make him watch as you wash yourself, spending extra time between your thighs before washing him; also spending extra time between his thighs before turning him away from you, guiding his hands to the wall.

“Can I do what I was about to before we were interrupted yesterday?” You ask, pressing kisses to his back as your fingers ghost over his butt, around his hips to brush against his cock.

“Please, anything,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he turns his head, “anything you want.”

“Tell me to stop any time, okay?” You remind him as you begin to kiss your way down his back.

“I will,” he replies, moaning when you suck a bruise over your handprint from yesterday.

“Mine,” you murmur before leaving another, “you’re all mine, Jake.”

“Yes,” he rasps as you press your thumb into the fresh mark, “I’m all yours.”

You hum with satisfaction as you spread him once again, before running your tongue over that tight ring of muscle, shivering at the wrecked sound that leaves his lips.

“You like this, huh?” You throw his words from last night back at him between brushes of your tongue.

You pull back and land a hard, stinging slap before spreading him wider to spit on his hole. “Can’t hear you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he cries, legs shaking as your fingers begin to circle.

“That’s more like it,” you purr as your free hand slides between your legs, finding your needy clit. “Touch yourself,” you order breathily before your tongue again joins your probing fingers.

He takes a deep, shaking breath as he pulls a hand down from the wall.

“I can’t,” he gasps when a fingertip breaches him. “Reese-fuck! I’m too close.”

“Not yet,” you repeat. You’re close too as you nip the taut, clenching muscle of his ass.

“Fuck!” He sobs, the broken sound pushing you over the edge. You moan against him and his hand reaches back blindly to take a handful of your hair before tugging you away. “Three! T-that was three!”

“That was three,” you agree with a sigh, rising on unsteady legs. Your hand shakes as you reach outside of the shower for the mouthwash placed conveniently on the counter.

Jake’s still composing himself as you gargle and spit. Or so you thought as the room suddenly spins.

Jake presses your front into the wall where he’d just been, rutting his hot, heavy length between your cheeks before guiding himself lower, as he pulls your hips toward him.

“Mine,” he groans as he pushes into you with a deep thrust, “you’re mine too.”

“Yes,” you agree with a gasp. “I’m yours, Jake.”

“All mine,” he repeats, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he fucks into you at a punishing pace, nailing your g-spot with each thrust while his fingers slide over your hip to circle your clit.

“Fuckfuckfuck. Need you to cum for me,” he rasps, biting your shoulder as his hips begin to lose their rhythm.

You cry out as your orgasm washes over you and he cums too with a low groan, filling you up as you clench around him, milking every last drop.

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You turn on a movie in the bedroom while you dry your hair but every time you glance over, Jake’s eyes are on you.

He looks like an adonis in his low-slung, Calvin Klein boxer briefs lying on your bed.

“What?” You smile as you click the dryer off to join him in.

“You’re just…stunning,” he replies with a genuine smile. Your face is free of make up and you look down at his threadbare US Navy tee that you stole before giving him a skeptical look. “You are,” he chuckles, wrapping an arm around you, “and you’re funny, so fucking smart, a great friend to Bradshaw, and an even better mom to Drew.”

Tears well in your eyes at his sweet words.

“You’ve been through hell and back but you haven’t let it harden you,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m so glad you gave me a chance Reese. I-I’ve never felt like this about someone before.”

He continues when you don’t say anything.

“You don’t-I mean, shit. I know it’s different for you because you had Andy,” he says, “I just-“

“I know what you’re trying to say,” you interrupt softly turning your head for a kiss.

It’s true; you have felt it before. What you feel for Jake is different than from Andy; it’s not stronger nor weaker, just different.

Your heart races as you pull back from his lips to look him in the eye. “I feel it too.”

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A/N: I need a cigarette after writing that smut 🫠 (I don’t smoke). Haha, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

Also…aw! They’re falling in love. 🥹 who’s gonna say it first?

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[bigtreefest]

Chapter 5: Heaven + Back

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Heaven isn’t even half as far as you’d thought it’d be. It’s barely out of town.

Word Count: 2,181

Content/Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, sundresses, size difference (applies to all readers bc Ari is just THAT HUGE), dry humping (imma call this technically smut), like sickeningly loving glances but don’t call it love, dancing, getting fed dinner

Author’s Note: I’ve never written anything sexual before, so go easy on me. Also, nothing gets me going like a man who treats his partner equally, taking care of certain things and not expecting anything in return, even though the relationship is full of equal exchanges. I hope this chapter shows a little bit of that back-and-forth. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. Kinda a sweet little flouncy tune.

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You and Ari had been officially dating for about two months now, but had agreed to take it slow for the sake of both of your hearts.

At this point, you were much more aware of the other’s schedule and trusted each other enough to share your locations, something he made sure of so you never had to stress over where he was like that one night. The one night that changed everything for him, for the better.

As you were getting off work, you looked down at your phone to see a text from Ari:

‘I’m picking you up at six. We’re going for a picnic. Rest is a surprise😘’

You smiled at the device in your hand. Ever since that night, he also made sure to tell you a general plan of the dates to ease your worries. Whether or not to eat before, what you might want to wear, could all be implied since he gave just enough detail without spoiling the whole plan.

Ari smiled down at his phone when he saw your reply:

‘I’ll be ready, see you then, Bear❤️’

Ari’s buddies at the ranger station took note of his dopey smile, the way he was always checking his phone unlike anything they’d seen in years of working together. Not even when he was dating his ex, Savannah, or as they all said amongst themselves, ‘the she-devil who must not be named,’ had he ever been this plugged-in.

She never cared to be around, and Ari never cared enough to check his phone for his messages while on the job, and that’s all they needed to know. You, however, they all really liked you. You had come by to surprise Ari during one of his later shifts, so only a few of them were around. Rachel and Max sat with Ari in the dim shack, lit mostly by the golden light that came through the blinds facing the west, a product of the sunset.

You knocked and came in, wearing a sundress and carrying a light dinner you had made using croissants you got from the bakery in town, along with a few baked goods for Ari and the other rangers. It was your day off, and another day of trying a new spot, so you’d figured it was as good a time as any to see where he worked and make a good impression on the closest things he had to friends besides Sammy.

You introduced yourself and sat with the three of them for dinner, everyone raving about the food and thanking you for the rare treat. When you got up to leave, Ari walked you out, giving a bear hug and kiss before he opened your car door and watched until you drove away.

He returned to the station to be greeted by two smirking faces as they chewed their desserts. “We like this one. Don’t mess it up.” Rachel quipped.

Ari went to sit back down at his desk, thinking about you in that sundress, unable to wait until the next time he could get you alone.

Ari was far from a home cook. All that his fridge really housed was enough to get by, but not enough to impress you, so Rachel helped him pick the best restaurant to get some takeout for your picnic date tonight. He’d cook for you someday, but he figured it was better to have enjoyable food now, while he was still learning. You didn’t deserve to be fed garbage.

He stopped by town to grab the meal before heading up the winding road to your place. You stepped out on the front porch in another one of your sundresses, hair down and sunglasses perched on your head to combat the evening light. You weren’t wearing a jacket, but this was by design. Maybe Ari could keep you warm. Little did you know, he had the same plan. He had purposely not said anything about needing one, excited for the chance to put you in a jacket of his own. It made him feral.

Ari walked up and greeted you with a peck, holding your hand to guide you back to the truck. Well, more like him holding out his pointer finger for you, with your smaller hand wrapped around it. You learned that first night after holding his hand that it was a little difficult to spread your fingers to accommodate for his large ones, so this was one of the solutions, besides holding hands without interlocking fingers, just as good of a fix.

He opened up the driver’s seat of his truck, knowing you would’ve slid as close to him as possible anyway, and grabbed your waist to help you get in as you jumped and slid, scooching over. Ari followed and held your hand once again as he drove.

“So where are we going?”

Ari glanced between you and the road with a smile. “Somewhere very special.”

He took a turn off the paved road and onto a dirt path, an access route that was part of the lesser-used hiking trails. Ari pulled past a creek, and through the evergreens, until he reached a rocky clearing, turning the truck around so the bed was facing a cliff.

He hopped out of the truck as you scooted to the edge of the bench, legs dangling over the side as Ari moved to stand between them. He rubbed your sides, leaning in and placing his forehead against your chest. He took a deep inhale, comforted by the scent of your perfume, but you could tell it was more than that. He was about to say something important, something that made him feel vulnerable. You ran your hands over his hair to comfort him, an attempt of telling him he could take his time, you would wait. His eyes raised to meet yours.

“This is my favorite place. I don’t think many people come out here, but it’s probably the best view you’ve ever seen. I used to run up to this spot just to get away from everything. Seeing town so small really put everything into perspective at a time where I was so fragile and everything was falling apart. I wanted to share it with you.”

You looked down at him, grateful that he trusted you with something he valued so much. “Thank you, Ari. Thank you for bringing me here.”

You leaned down and kissed him before he helped you down and led you to the edge of the cliff. He was right, it was a phenomenal view of the town below, framed by the rest of the mountains that created a valley for it to sit. A haze was falling down the mountainsides, covering everything in a light mist that caught the golden-pinkish hue the sun began to cast.

Ari opened up the truck bed, where you saw pillows and blankets wrapped up. He helped you in before joining, the two of you working together to lay them out before he pulled out the food through the back window of the truck.

You offered a hand, but he insisted on finishing the setup himself, pulling you across his lap and feeding you bites, alternating with his own.

As you finished up and Ari set the containers aside, you shifted to straddle his lap, your sundress draping over both of your legs like a puddle of fabric. From his point of view, he swore the setting sun formed a halo over your head. You looked angelic, and it was fitting, for the grace you always gave him. Sunday morning had nothing on you and the miracles your simple existence had done for Ari. He didn’t know he had needed saving, and that was just what you had done for him and then some.

Ari admired everything about you. It’s like there was magic in your eyes. For all he knew, this gravel road was a street of gold because you touched it. The only thing he hadn’t seen you do yet was turn water into wine. But to be fair, he hadn’t asked.

As you looked into his eyes, searching back and forth, you could see how deeply he was looking into your soul.

“Hey, Bear, what’s going on in your head?” You leaned in closer. He always looked at you with such deep care, but it was too soon to call it love, right? Maybe it was longing? Maybe it was trust, or appreciation? What was a word to describe all of those things together?

He looked up at you with the dopiest grin. “Just thinking about how amazing you are.”

His hands rubbed your back, slowly pulling you down closer to him until your lips met. Your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. This kiss which was soft and tender at first became needier. Ari’s hands moved to your hips and squeezed.

His grip pulled you forward, creating a delicious friction against your core. You could feel yourself growing wet through the thin fabric of your panties as he continued to guide you back and forth in his lap. You pushed yourself against him harder, feeling his erection grow through his jeans as you maintained a rhythm.

You finally pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air and tucking your face into his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his sun-kissed skin. The salty taste of a thin layer of sweat hit your tongue, swirling with his familiar cologne and the surrounding pine, creating a comforting musk that was so him.

One of Ari’s hands moved to your cheek, guiding your head so you could look into his eyes again.

“Eyes on me, Duchess. You look so beautiful right now. You’ve gotta be an angel, this feels heavenly.” Ari panted between his words.

You began to move your hips furiously against his, whines leaving your mouth as you could feel yourself cresting towards a peak. You could tell Ari was getting close, too, his moans growing deeper and raspier as his fingertips dug into you.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. I can feel how wet you are through my jeans. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

His eyes, his words, his body. They were all begging for release. The combination pulled you towards the edge as you felt a warmth flush over your entire body, your eyes squeezing shut, abs tensing, and pussy clenching around nothing. Ari’s strong hands kept you moving, riding out your high as he finished below you with a low grunt, your open mouths against each other, exchanging air.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with Ari’s, half-lidded and hazy with satisfaction. You scooted back towards his knees to see a shared wet spot on his pants from both of your releases, but Ari wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed at all. He had just shared an intimate moment with his favorite person in his favorite place, and every second of bliss was worth the slight discomfort he was beginning to feel. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to sit up from his spot leaning back against the truck cab.

Ari could see the shiver that ran through your body now that the sun had set, taking the heat with it.

“I’m, uh, gonna change into some of the spare clothes. You want a jacket?”

He vaulted over the side of the truck bed, landing in the dirt with a soft crunch of the pebbles under his feet as he opened the back door.

“Yes please.” You had moved to the edge of the bed, looking out over the cliff at the lights that now glowed in the windows of homes and shops below. It was picturesque, almost like a model village.

You turned over your shoulder as you heard music start to play. Ari had turned on the radio, low on the dash, a familiar type of music coming through the speakers and open driver’s side doors. You could see he had changed pants as he reached out a hand toward you.

“Care for a dance?” You jumped down and joined him as he slipped a hoodie over your head and pulled you close. Once a couple songs has passed, Ari stopped swaying and pulled away, looking at you sheepishly.

“I kinda didn’t think this through, but I need to turn off the radio so I don’t kill the truck battery.” You laughed and nodded, heading back to push yourself up and sit on the edge of the tailgate.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. As much as I love being out here with you, I’m sure being stranded bear bait is not a good look on me.”

Ari returned to you and scrunched his nose, leaning close. “Too late.” He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your neck and joining you up in the bed again. You giggled as he pulled you closer, the two of you eventually falling back, laying there and looking at the unobstructed sky full of stars.

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Bonus A/N: How badly do you think a person needs a pinky toe? Because I would definitely cut mine off for a truck bed date with Ari.

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hi pookie im gonna spam your requests whether you like it or not 😘😘❤️ but anyway imagine leaving hickeys on scott and hes all mad because everyones gonna ask him about it.. ESPECIALLY EZRA 😭

“so you didnt even try to hide them, huh?”

“whos the lucky gal 🤔”

“did you silly kids use protection?”

scott would wanna punch him so bad 💔💔

You can spam my request box anytime 🤗🫶🫶

Hickeys

warning: neck sucking idk

“Babe you gotta stop.” Scott said quietly while he scratched my scalp. “Hm why?” I mumbled. “Because if I let you continue I don’t think you’d be able to stop and I really don’t want hickeys covering my neck as much as i’d love to marked up by you” He said pulling me away and kissing my forehead. “Fine” I whined pulling away from his neck. “Besides we gotta get back before we are caught.” Scott replied quickly kissing me “I’ll see you later tonight ok? sneak into your cabin” Scott said smiling before running off. As he ran off I decided not to tell him about the purple spots littering all over his neck.

“Woah dude I like your new necklace” Ezra said laughing as Ezra, Scott, and me sat in a circle studying for our next test. “What do you mean?” Scott said confused. “I’m not wearing one” he continued and looking at us weird as I tried to hold in a laugh.

“What did you have a fight with a vacuum?” Ezra questioned laughing even harder. “Dude what are you talking about” Scott said now getting annoyed. “The hickeys the ones all over your neck” Ezra said now hunched over laughing.

“You’re lying” Scott replied quickly. “No dude seriously look” Ezra said. Scott quickly ran over to a mirror and looking at his neck.

“you are an evil person” Scott said quickly whipping his head around to me. “aaaah so that’s who you where kissing in a tree” Ezra said smugly looking between us both. “Dude seriously shut up” Scott snapped looking over at him.

“So when’s the due date is it a boy or a girl” Ezra laughed. Scott looked like he was going to kill him and then kill me. “ok Ezra that’s enough..” I said to him.

“Don’t think you’re getting off scot free” Scott said walking over to me. “Why didn’t you tell me” Scott continued almost sounding angry. “I thought you looked pretty with them :((“ I replied softly as I pouted and looked up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster. “you are so lucky I love you.” Scott said softening

“I will get you back for this” Scott told me as he sat back down.

“Sure you will pretty boy” I replied smiling at him.

HII THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 🫶🫶 I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED🫶 IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO ADD OR CHANGE PLEASE LET ME KNOW

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Under The Influence

A/N: Hey! So this is was requested originally to @fluentmoviequoter: "Hii I'm utterly in love with your writing and I have a request for dalton ♡♡ basically he tries weed for the first time because he heard it help with sleeping sometimes. But he had too much and doesn't understand how he feels so he calls reader and is rambling on the phone then actually tells the reader he had weed and he wants company because he hates being alone. And then he just basically is like touch starved and is asking reader to play with his hair, hold him, play with his hands, and then he just ends up confessing his feeling for reader. If any of that makes sense 😘😘😘" unfortunately, they don't take this type of requests but when i read this i was absolutely obsessed with the idea so i knew i had to write it! i’ve never done weed so i’m sorry if this is not accurate. also i downloaded the entire movie just to get this gif, it was totally worth it. anyway pls let me know what you think!

Word count: 2.1+

Warnings: drug use, language

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Dalton wasn’t the type to draw on drug use at all, but the sleepless nights were getting to him. The stress of school, his social life and the basics of keeping himself alive were enough, he didn’t wanna deal with constant weariness on top of all of that.

A few days prior, he overheard a few of his classmates talking about smoking weed before going to bed, they said it helped them relax or sleep better so as soon as he went back to his dorm he did a little research. Turns out they were right.

He couldn't stop thinking about it, especially at night when he couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, not for a long period of time anyway. His problem was so bad he saw it as a success if he slept for two hours, so he knew he needed to consider his options. And right now, he was straight up curious to try a little pot.

He didn’t know how or where to get it, but he knew someone who did.

“Come on, Chris, just this one time” He begged, putting his hands together and giving her his best puppy eyes.

“Ugh, fine” She replied annoyed “But don’t be weird about it”

“I won’t, I promise” Dalton watched excitedly as Chris pulled out her phone and sent out a text.

“What are you gonna do anyway? Paint something on acid?”

“No, just sleep” He simply said.

Chris looked at Dalton again, visibly confused “What? That’s how you’re gonna waste it?”

“No, I’m not gonna waste it, I just heard it helps with sleep so I wanna give it a try” Dalton explained almost offended, scratching his neck nervously as Chris stared at him.

“Right” She replied slowly “Do you have a pipe or something to smoke with?”

Dalton’s eyes wandered around his room “No” He didn’t really think about the preparation process.

“Well, get one” She snapped “Or I guess I can lend you one of mine if I can get your stuff for tonight”

“Tonight?” He blurted out in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s not like you asked for world peace here, relax” She stood up and started to walk out of Dalton’s dorm “I’ll let you know later though, don’t miss me too much” She said before closing the door.

Dalton pulled out his laptop and started watching videos on how to use the smoking device and other basics on how to do it for the first time. It didn’t seem too crazy, definitely nothing special, it was for a reasonable purpose anyway.

The hours went by and he kept himself busy with school work, but that didn’t stop him from checking his phone every five minutes, hoping to see Chris’ name on the screen. Nothing yet, but maybe it was for the best.

It was now nighttime and as he got a hold of his phone, he was about to text his friend asking for an update, maybe he was still on time to cancel his unusual request, but before he could open their chat he heard the door swing open.

Dalton jumped and rolled his eyes “I thought we talked about using that key…”

“Hey! Be nice, I got you a present” She squeaked, pulling a little bag out of the pocket of her hoodie.

Dalton didn’t know how to react, he thought he was excited but now he was having doubts “I… thank- thank you” He stammered. 

“Are you okay? You don’t seem thrilled about the weed you practically begged for” Chris sat on the free bed across from Dalton.

“No, I am. I’m just a little nervous, I guess” He replied, brushing his feelings off with a chuckle. He took the bag from Chris’ hand and examined it.

“You'll be okay” She dropped a few more things on Dalton’s hands, a pipe and a lighter “Now, you are gonna need these, after grinding it-”

“I know how to do it” 

“Ooh… I’m impressed” Chris teased and Dalton rolled his eyes again “Well, I hope the tutorial you found is good cause I’m gonna need these back” Standing up, she walked towards the door “Now if you excuse me, I have a bag of my own that’s not gonna go to waste” She turned around to give Dalton one last look “Go crazy, but don’t be stupid”

“Thank you!” He yelled before Chris shut the door behind her.

He went back to the video and did exactly as the guy explained. After having the grounds ready he thought about the possible outcomes, but honestly getting a full night of sleep didn’t sound so bad. Unsure on how much he should smoke, he poured the contents of the bag and packed the pipe, carefully so as to not drop anything. He held it for a moment, debating whether or not he should actually do it.

‘Fuck it’ He though to himself before grabbing the pink lighter.

He brought the pipe up to his lips and applied the flame to the end of the bowl, inhaling like in the video. He coughed after the first time, but he kept doing it, the coughs decreasing with each puff. He did it one last time and he felt… nothing, really. Was he doing it wrong? Was he scammed? He decided to give it another puff just to make sure. Still nothing.

Defeated, he dropped everything on his desk and proceeded with his bedtime routine. Grabbing his essentials for a shower, he stepped out of his room and into the communal showers. He wanted to take his time but the lack of privacy made it impossible for him to relax, so he quickly did his thing and after he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stared at himself in the mirror. Did he always feel this nauseous after a shower?

“Hey, how is it going?” Some random dude greeted him as he entered the room.

‘Oh no, does he know I just smoked something?’ Without saying a word, he swiftly walked back to his dorm, feeling the judgy eyes on him. Opening the door he noticed the smell of his room, it was so strong he was worried the entire building knew about this. He opened a window to ventilate the space but when a random headache hit him, he closed it again. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, feeling anxious. What if this was his last day on earth and he was just alone in his room? 

Dalton: Hey, are you up?

Dalton texted one of his friends, Y/N. If there was someone he needed to see before dying it was her. He kept his eyes on his screen as he waited for a reply. After a minute of not getting one he grew impatient and hit the call button instead.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No, don't worry, I’m doing some last minute homework, you know how it is” Y/N chuckled, putting her pen down for a moment.

“Right” Dalton replied in a whisper.

“Why? What’s up?” Y/N stood up and stretched her legs, she had been sitting there for a while and her body was aching.

“I… have a situation”

“Is everything ok?” She sounded a little worried.

“I’m okay…” He stopped for a moment, not sure if he wanted her to know what he had done, honestly he just wanted to see her.

“What is it then?” She insisted.

“Promise me you won't laugh” Dalton sat up and he felt himself get dizzy again. 

“Dalton, just tell me”

“I had a little bit of weed” He finally admitted.

“What?” Y/N was in pure shock, she never thought of Dalton as a stoner.

“It's not what you think, I heard it helps with sleeping and you know my situation, uh- when it comes to that so-”

“So you had weed on a school night?” She interrupted him.

“Y/N-” 

“Sorry, uh- are you okay?” She tried to be supportive but it was hard when she had so many questions.

“Come over”

“Right now?”

“Please”

“Um- I don't know…” She hesitated looking back at her unfinished homework.

“What if I die tonight? You would feel really guilty you didn’t come over” Dalton heard Y/N sigh on the other line and he knew for a fact she was rolling her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Y/N finally agreed “Fine, but don’t die” She hung up and grabbed a few things before leaving her dorm. It was a really short walk and she didn’t think she would stay there for too long. 

When Dalton heard the confirmation from Y/N, he quickly stood up and looked through his drawers, trying to find something to wear. He was feeling hot (even though he just took a cold shower) so he decided on a tank top and shorts. His head was still spinning and unfortunately lost his balance as he finished getting dressed, but immediately got back on his feet when he heard the door.

Knocking a couple of times, she heard the loud thud coming from inside, followed by steps getting closer to the door.

“Thank you for coming” Dalton said as he opened the door.

“Are you ok-” She was interrupted by Dalton’s embrace “Oh”

They closed the door after fully entering the dorm and Y/N took Dalton’s hand, dragging him across the room to make him sit on the bed “Jesus dude, open a fucking window, I could smell this from the entrance” She joked as she struggled to open it.

“You could?” Dalton’s eyes widened and Y/N suppressed a grin, something in the softness of his voice made her heart skip a beat, completely oblivious to her own feelings. 

“How much did you have?” She then examined his desk, looking at the empty bag and the mess of burned grounds around the pipe.

“Like, the whole thing”

Y/N turned her head to look at him again “You’re kidding”

“What?” He anxiously asked.

“Dalton, you smoked this entire bag?”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“Dude-”

“Chris didn’t say anything about how much I should have so-”

“Chris gave you the weed?”

“Well… yeah, but I asked for it”

“And I take it you’ve never done this before” Dalton shook his head slowly, reaching for Y/N and taking her hand forcing her get closer, he opened his legs so that Y/N could comfortably stand between them, and as Dalton embraced her again, Y/N’s hands went to his wet hair and started brushing it with her fingers.

“I’m not feeling very good” He whispered against her.

“Yeah, I bet” She then grabbed Dalton’s head and made him look up at her, keeping her hands on the sides of his head “But you’re not gonna die, this is gonna wear off, you just have to give it time”

“Alright” Y/N chuckled at how Dalton looked like a lost puppy “I wanna lay down”

Y/N climbed on Dalton’s bed and positioned her back against the wall, helping Dalton get comfortable as he softly collapsed on her lap “So, who told you to try weed before bed?”

“No one, I heard some kids talking about it in class” He explained, closing his eyes “I didn’t want this to happen, I just- I wanted to actually sleep through the night and not feel like I was a walking corpse the next day… Well, now I would prefer that, weed does NOT make me feel relaxed at all”

Y/N smiled again. She never would’ve thought someone’s rambling could be so… endearing “I can see that, next time try to take it slow”

“Nuh uh, I’m never doing this again” He stated, using a firm tone.

Her eyes looked down at him with affection, stroking his soft hair as he rested his own eyes. And despite what he just said, he looked peaceful for the first time in a while.

“Y/N” He said softly, blinking his blue eyes open and looking at her. Whatever kind of effect he was on at that moment, he knew for sure it wasn’t from the weed.

“Mhm” Y/N hummed, smiling down at him.

“Y/N” He repeated, slower. He lifted his hand and it landed on her cheek, bringing his thumb up and down as he brushed her soft skin. She panicked as she realized what he was about to do.

He opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything Y/N quickly stopped him “If you’re going to confess something, I would very much prefer you didn’t do it under the influence of weed”

His face turned red and he closed his eyes to try to hide the embarrassment “As you wish”

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Bitter

Chapter 6

Warnings: as usual sex, language, alcohol, angst and Kaitlin who needs her own warning.

I am finally writing again. Thank you Jesus. I’ve been so blocked and it’s been so frustrating but I’m feeling inspired so we’ll see how it goes. This is a big chapter and the next one is bigger. Leave me some asks and let me know what you think🤍Love y’all!!

Ginny was physically at work, but mentally she was not.

It had been over a week of sneaking around with Beau and she could already feel her resolve cracking into pieces and blowing away like dust in the wind.

She had underestimated him.

He wasn’t as much of an asshole as she thought originally, but rather deep down he was sweet, and kind, and funny.

And it was terrifying.

The hookups became hangouts, which turned into sleepovers, which ended with breakfast the next morning. And the sex changed from casual sex to the kind of sex couples had. Ginny could feel things changing between them, but she couldn’t admit to herself that she was catching some feelings. More of her things were showing up at his apartment, a toothbrush, some clothing, and her perfume smell lingered on his sheets.

She spent 90% of her time thinking about him, and the other 10% she spent scheming on how she was going to meet up with him.

On the outside she was happier than ever, but in her soul she was screaming. She had been so insistent on hating him that she had almost missed out on this incredible human being.

Her phone dinged, which pulled her from her thoughts.

Hey bestie, don’t forget drinks tonight at the place! If you want us to pick you up let me know😘

Ginny sighed. She HATED hanging out with him while they were with Mat and Leighton. For two reasons. The first was because it bothered her to be outright lying to her best friend. And the second was because it was physically painful to be that close to him and act like she hated him. He’d expressed on more than one occasion as they laid in bed that he avoided being in a group with her for this very reason. Ginny drummed her fingers on her desk before she replied.

I almost forgot. I’ll be there! I need to grocery shop before so I’ll do that and then take an Uber. See you later, love you💕

A second later her phone dinged again. She smiled.

B: Are you coming out for drinks tonight??

G:Are you?

B:I don’t think there’s any way to get out of it, do you want to come over before or after?

G: Both?

B:Now your speaking my language😉 let me know when your on the way and I’ll unlock the door for you. Don’t forget to use the back entrance. Later😘

Ginny was dreamy eyed as she leaned back in her chair. There was nothing like the feeling she got when she knew she was going to see him. Like she was walking on air, like she was high as a kite, and could run purely off the adrenaline of it alone for days.

But then a slow bleed of guilt drowned out her high and she went back to feeling like a shitty friend. She leaned forward to get back to work with a sigh, mentally preparing herself for the rest of the day and the evening that would follow.

*********

Kaitlin, at her own job in Manhattan, drummed her fingers on her desk eyes sweeping across the city out her office window.

Ginny and Beau?

There was NO WAY Mat and Leighton were okay with that or even knew about it, and the fact that they were sneaking around after hours was enough to confirm it for her.

Since she’d seen them the other night, she did some homework and caught them sneaking around after dark the entire past week or so. It was all she needed to begin to formulate a plan.

Maybe she couldn’t derail the wedding in the way she wanted. She would try a different approach. It had been too difficult to get to Leighton herself, but if she could crack the wall that was Ginny, she could still bring the wedding to a halt.

********

“How are you feeling?”

Leighton turned to find Mat leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.

“I’m okay.”

That was a lie.

She wasn’t nearly as queasy as she had been but she was exhausted. She had been running herself down for months and it had started to catch up with her. But she was determined to spend time with their friends outside of wedding planning. It was exactly what she needed.

“Really? If your not-“

“I’m okay Mat, I promise.” She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“If your sure. I just don’t want you overdoing it. Maybe it’s time to see a doctor?”

She gave him a long look “I’ll think about it okay?”

He smiled “Okay. You look hot by the way.” He called as he left the bathroom. Leighton smiled to herself and sighed as she finished curling her hair.

**********

Ginny was two drinks deep by the time Beau arrived at the bar.

They’d had a quick romp earlier and she was so disheveled and flustered by the time it was over she’d had to run home, shower and change and collect herself before she could be around people.

“Hi best friend!” She turned to find Leighton squeezing through the crowd, smile stretched across her face, Mat following close behind.

Ginny opened her arms and gave her a hug. But her smile faded when she saw Beau enter. Her eyes followed him for a second before she realized where she was and who she was with, so she put on her bitch face and made a noise of disgust.

“Well there goes the evening.” She said as he reached them.

“And there goes Ginny’s underwear.” He shot back, smiling smugly at her. Leighton rolled her eyes, but smiled as Beau leaned forward and kissed her cheek, and then turned to Ginny.

“You want one too?”

“Not unless you want me to cut your tongue out.” She said sweetly, although she in fact did want one both on her lips and other parts of her body.

“Kinky.” He waggled his eyebrows and leaned forward to order a drink, as Ginny pointedly looked away from the muscle flexing in his arm as he did.

Asshole.

“Oh you guys.” Mat said with a wave of his hand as one of his teammates called him over. He wandered away from them.

“Are you feeling better?” Beau asked turning to Leighton. Her eyes swiveled to Ginny who was frowning.

“Better? Why do you mean?” She asked eyes moving between them.

“Oops…” Beau trailed off biting down on his lip.

“I’ve just been under the weather that’s all.”

“Under the weather how? Are you sick?”

“No I don’t think so, I’m just stressed is all. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to worry you.” Leighton rested her hand on hers and smiled reassuringly “I promise I’m fine. Really.”

Ginny didn’t buy it for one second, but she would accept it for now. Leighton slid off the stool to use the bathroom and she turned on Beau.

“Before you say anything, she made me swear not to tell you she’s been sick.” He said as she opened her mouth.

“You should have told me.”

“I told her I would only keep the secret if she didn’t get any worse and I wouldn’t lie if you asked.” He glanced over his shoulder and then leaned forward “I’m sorry if your mad okay? We can talk about this later if your still pissed off. I’m down for some punishment.”

Ginny tried to be mad but a grin broke out across her face and she shook her head “ Your an idiot.”

He smiled cheekily at her but then it faded as he glanced over her shoulder, eyes setting on someone behind her.

“I know that look.” Ginny spun on her chair to find Kaitlin some feet away seated at a table. “Fuck this bitch.”

“Ginny wait-“

But she was already gone. He scrambled off his stool, hot on her trail as she stormed across the bar and smacked her hand loudly on the table Kaitlin was seated at.

“Get out.” She spat.

“This is a public bar.”

“And your gonna get a public beat down if you don’t fuck off in 5 seconds.”

“No I don’t think so, and I’d I were you I’d be careful about crossing me again.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows and scoffed “Are you threatening me?”

“Not at all.” Kaitlin smiled sweetly and took a sip of her drink “Just giving you something to think about.”

This was a different Kaitlin. She didn’t seem angry or bitter now, but calm and smug.

“Listen here bitch-“

“Kaitlin if you know what’s good for you.” Beau said taking a step forward to stand between her and Ginny “I would back off.”

“Yeah me too, unless you want your next period to come out of your nose.” Ginny spat, leering at Kaitlin around him.

Ginny’s face was red and angry, arms crossed, chest heaving as she and Kaitlin stared at eachother for a few moments before Kaitlin turned to slide off her barstool. As she walked away she called over her shoulder “You two have a good night.”

“You good?” Beau asked her when Kaitlin disappeared from sight. He felt himself get hard as he looked at her flushed cheeks and chest and remembered how he had made her flushed earlier. He glanced around and saw that no one they knew was anywhere around, and then turned back to her.

“No I’m not fucking good. I’m gonna-“

“Shhh. Not here.” He steered her by the arms, head on a swivel to make sure Mat and Leighton hadn’t seen the exchange and didn’t see him steer her to the bathroom.

Watching Ginny lay into Kaitlin both now and before was both hot and terrifying and he wasn’t sure how he could feel both at the same time, but damn if it wasn’t the most enthralling feeling he’d ever had.

Once inside the door, he spun her around and they slammed roughly into the wall of the bathroom attached at the lips. It was dimly lit and thankfully empty and while it was extremely risky it was also extremely hot.

“Not here.” She breathed pulling her mouth from his. She shoved him into the stall quickly and locked the door behind her. She had a dress on, which made it easy to shimmy her underwear hurriedly down her legs, as she quickly unbuttoned his belt and jeans and pulled them down. Hoisting her up, he slammed into her roughly causing her to cry out.

Any single person could walk into that stall including her best friend but Ginny was too wrapped up in the euphoria of him inside her that she just didn’t give a fuck. The entire world outside of the bathroom was gone and the music was muted. The only sounds she heard was his hard breathing and the jingle of his belt as his hips moved back and forth.

“You take me to the best places.” She huffed out as he continued to roughly move in and out of her, her tailbone slamming against the stall door causing it to rattle.

“You know it baby.” He breathed, yanking the top of her dress down and attaching his lips to her neck. She was acutely aware of the racket they were making and hoped the blaring music of the bar was enough to cover it up. She bit back a screech as he hit a spot so deep she didn’t even know it was there, as his movements became faster and rougher.

Her head kept whacking the metal painfully as he rag-dolled her against the stall door but it felt so damn good her vision got blurry and she let out a long moan as an orgasm exploded like the grand finale of fireworks and his movement ceased.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled from somewhere around her collarbone. His breath was hot and wet on her neck as he eased out and set her down gently.

He gave her his best smile as she turned, trying to smooth her wild hair and then glanced around.

“What?”

“Where’s my underwear?”

He pulled them from his pocket and handed them to her, watching as she shimmied them on and moved to the door.

That was the great thing about Ginny. She could go from screeching like a cat in heat, to cool and collected in 2 seconds flat which made sneaking around a whole lot easier. She had a great poker face that kept everyone else fooled, but he knew that the truth was, her insides were still screaming because he’d just fucked her brains out in a bar bathroom.

She left the bathroom, him behind and as they turned the corner to re-enter the main part of the bar, she ran smack into Mat. He glanced at her and then Beau and frowned, eyebrows knotting low over his eyes. They both froze for a minute all staring at one another.

“What’s going on?” Mat said eyeing them suspiciously. Ginny was sure they’d been caught but Beau, slick as he was, spoke before she could say anything.

“Kaitlin was just here, and we almost had an incident. I took this one outside to cool down.” He nodded at Ginny keeping his face even.

Mat looked crestfallen “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Leighton didn’t see her. I thought Ginny was going to murder her so I took her out to calm down so Leighton wouldn’t find out.”

“Jesus Christ. Well thanks. I can’t believe her.” Mat shook his head and turned to glance around “Please don’t tell her. She hasn’t been doing well and she’s having a good time for the first time in a while.”

“Yeah speaking of which, we have beef.” Ginny said suddenly jabbing him in the chest “Why didn’t you tell me she’s been sick?”

“She didn’t want to worry you. She made me promise.”

“Still. Someone should have filled me in. She’s my best friend and I should know what’s going on with her.”

“Fair enough. She just doesn’t want you to stress about it. I personally think she should go to the doctor but she doesn’t seem to be too keen on the idea.”

“I’ll talk to her. See if I can get here there.”

“Good. I’m gonna go find her.”

Ginny let out a breath as he walked away “Jesus that was close.”

“Too close.” He side eyed her and then grinned “Like that bathroom stall. It was so small I wasn’t sure we would fit. But I always make it fit.”

Ginny bit her lip and squirmed “Stop it.” A tiny hint of redness was spreading across her chest, but a small smile was also forming on her face. It was amazing to her that he could get her so worked up, but could make her smile all in the same breath. She’d never met anyone who did that before.

It was kind of nice.

Even though they were just hooking up, she never felt used or like a sex toy with him. He always made her feel like she was important, and the way he worshipped her and his words of affirmation and encouragement made her feel like she never had before. It was confusing but also addicting. The sex was great, phenomenal even but it was him that kept her coming back.

“Are you coming over later?” He asked catching her attention, fingers grazing the inside of her wrist.

“Do you want me to?”

“Is that even a question.” He smiled and glanced over his shoulder “I really wanna kiss you, but there’s too many people, and we’re lucky we didn’t just get caught. I’ll see you later.” He squeezed her wrist and walked away, and Ginny took a deep breath and headed the other way to collect herself and find Leighton.

*********

At 11:15 Ginny was sitting on Beau’s bed eyes following him as he moved across the room to pull his jacket off. He frowned and reached for his water to take a sip “What?”

“Did you really fuck me in a bar bathroom?”

He choked on his water and chuckled “Yes I did.”

She hook her head and watched as he came to stand in front of her and then knelt between her legs.

“Something wrong?” He asked as he let one hand trail down her calf to unstrap her high heel.

She shook her head “Are we wrong for doing this?”

“Definitely.” He said without missing a beat as he pulled her heel off her foot and set it aside before moving to the other foot.

“Do you think we should stop?”

“Definitely not.” He glanced up at her “Unless you want to?”

Please say no He thought to himself.

“No. I don’t think I could even if I did want to.” She reached a hand forward to push a strand of his hair back in place.

He drifted a hand up each leg to the buttons on the front of her dress, undoing each one at an agonizingly slow pace, eyes never moving from hers, As he he slid her dress off her and reached over to turn off the lamp.

***********

Mat was still thinking about Ginny and Kaitlin and Beau while Leighton showered that evening. He’d never known them to be a united front, but something between them was definitely off. Getting along so suddenly? No way.

Their reactions when they’d seen him had been strange. They didn’t look like they’d almost just been in an altercation, they looked unnerved for the smallest of moments, like they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t. Maybe they’d left out some details about Kaitlin?

He was jarred from his thoughts as he heard the shower shut off and stood to join her in the bathroom.

**********

“Did Kaitlin seem…weird to you?” She asked sometime later on, as she brushed her hair before bed. It had been bugging her all night and so much so that she needed to bring it up.

“I think the answer to that question is obvious no?”

Ginny rolled her eyes “You know what I mean. She’s been a bitter crazy bitch for months and now all of a sudden she seems smug. Like she has something up her sleeve. And how did she even know we were there?”

Ginny found the entire sequence of events to be odd. It just seemed too coincidental that Kaitlin knew they were there. Had she been following them? Following her?

Beau stared at her for a minute “Like what though? The wedding is locked down tight I think and everyone is on high alert. And she’s crazy, which I believe is one of the attributes of stalkers.”

“I guess. I just think the whole thing was weird. She just happened to know we’re going to that bar at that time? I don’t know. I just feel like she’s different now. Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

He sat up and leaned forward “No. it’s obviously bothering you. Are you worried?”

“I don’t know…” she bit her lip and leaned against the doorframe “I just have this bad feeling. Her whole vibe made me uneasy. She was acting a little too cool considering what a crazy bitch she’s been the last year.”

“Your not afraid or anything are you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and scoffed “Me afraid of that lunatic? Yeah right. I’m just saying something was weird.”

“Yeah I guess your right. She definitely didn’t seem as like...crazy as usual. Maybe she’s finally realized she can’t do anything? And we go to that bar a lot. Maybe she just guessed and got lucky or maybe one of her weird friends saw us and told her. She’s a psycho and psychos always find a way to make trouble.”

Ginny nodded and flipped off the bathroom light “Maybe. Like I said her whole attitude just rubbed me the wrong way.” She said with a shrug.

“I’d like to rub you the right way.” He waggled his eyebrows and suddenly all conversation about Kaitlin disappeared.

*********

If Kaitlin could pull this off it would be the slickest thing she’d done yet, she thought to herself as she downloaded the text free app. She created a phone number and thought briefly about what to say as she typed in Mat’s number. She knew Ginny spent the night at Beau’s apartment every Wednesday and Thursday and the idea had struck her.

It would be the ultimate derailment. A plan so truly perfect she couldn’t believe it had practically fallen into her lap.

Hey buddy it’s Beau. My phone has been acting up and I forgot to give you this new number. Why don’t you and Leighton come for dinner tomorrow night? Let me know.

She sent the text and waited with baited breath.

*********

Across town Leighton was also brushing her wet hair as Mat brushed his teeth. He still hadn’t told Leighton about the whole Kaitlin thing and had decided he wouldn’t tell her. He’d seen her smile genuinely for the first time in a while and didn’t want to bring down her mood. But as he looked at her in the mirror he noticed how tired she looked. The circles under her eyes were a dark purple and her skin was pale. She turned to find him looking at her and gave him a sleepy smile. They’d come home fairly early, and Leighton had immediately started getting ready for bed.

He smiled back and then glanced at his phone as it buzzed and he picked it up.

“Who’s that? Your girlfriend?” Leighton teased as she reached for her own toothbrush.

“No. It’s Beau.”

“Ah so it’s your boyfriend.”

He chuckled and bumped her shoulder, rolling his eyes “Shut up. I guess he was having phone trouble and got a new number. He invited us for dinner tomorrow night. Wanna go? As long as your feeling up to it?”

“Sure why not? I have an early day tomorrow anyways. And I’m fine really. Just tired.”

Yeah man, we’ll be there say around 5:30-6?

He waited a moment before he received a text back.

Sounds good. See you guys then!

In her apartment Kaitlin smiled slowly. She was only sad she wouldn’t be there to see it all explode.

[lemonlillybee]

Sicktember Day 1: How To Take Care of a Peter Parker

Sicktember Day 1

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41403822/chapters/103829082

Title: How To Take Care of a Peter Parker

Prompts: #1 ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’ , #2 Homesick and #16 Care Package

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: ~1300

A/N: I combined three @sicktember prompts for my first fill of the month! HAPPY SICKTEMBER!

Ned : Hey

Ned : Do you know how to take care of a sick person?

Ned : Because Peter is super sick and gross  

Ned looks over at Peter, asleep in his bed and snoring so loudly that Ned almost doesn’t hear his phone chime with MJ’s reply.

MJ : Be right there

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

MJ : Peter is sick again

May Parker : aww poor thing. 😭 he was just sick last month!

May Parker : I’m at work for another 8 hours. I can call Tony?

May Parker : does he need me?  

May Parker : I can try to get off early  

May Parker : how sick are we talking?

May Parker : he won’t say it, but he’s definitely going to want campbell’s chicken noodle soup and juice  

May Parker : does he have a fever?

MJ : No fever, coughing a lot. He’s asking about you but he’s just a little homesick, I think, no need to leave work. Ned and I are taking good care of him. I’ll keep you updated. Thanks!

May Parker : I know he’s in good hands, thanks sweetie! ❤️❤️❤️ I’ll text Tony

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

May : hey, sounds like Peter is sick. I’m not even halfway through my shift or else I’d drive there right now

Tony Stark : Again? Damn, poor kid

May : do you think you could pick up some things for the kids? maybe check in on them?

Tony Stark : On it. Thanks, May.  

May : ur the best!! 😘

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

May : hi sweetie! sorry you’re not feeling well. I larb you!

Peter : Thanks, larb you too. I’ll call you later if I have a voice

May : u better!!

May : ❤️❤️❤️

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Peter is napping again, this time curled up against MJ, when Tony calls.

“Hi,” MJ answers, moving her hand to run her fingers through Peter’s hair when he blinks awake at the sound of her voice, looking confused and sleepy. “Yeah, he just woke up. I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hey, Underoos. I hear you’re feeling a bit under the weather?”

Peter tries to croak out a response, but his voice doesn’t cooperate and he ends up coughing instead. He clears his throat several times before he’s able to get anything out. “Hey.”

“Oh, you sound awful,” Tony says, unable to hide his surprise. “How’d you get so sick?”

Peter coughs some more, then sniffles, sounding miserable.

“It’s actually not too bad,” MJ says, rolling her eyes when Ned scoffs in disagreement. “I mean, he’s coughing a lot and he basically has no voice. It just sounds a lot worse than it is.”

“He’s still a walking germ factory,” Ned adds from his spot in the corner, the farthest he can get from Peter while still being in the same room.

Peter and MJ both snort, which makes Peter cough again. MJ rubs his back and grabs his water from the nightstand for him to drink.

“Do you need anything, Peter? I can come out there?”

MJ hesitates, watching tears well up in Peter’s eyes. She keeps rubbing his back, waiting for him to answer and frowning when he scrubs his sleeve over his face and sniffles wetly.  

“Just wish I was home,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and cracking on the last word.

“Want me to send Happy? He can pick you up and take you home. May is at work but she’ll be there tonight.”

MJ watches Peter’s face light up at the mention of May, but he quickly closes his eyes and stuffs down what sounds like a whimper, shaking his head.  

“No,” he whispers congestedly. He digs a knuckle into his right eye and heaves a raspy sigh, then clears his throat. “I’m just being a baby. I’ll be fine. I have MJ here and she’s taking great care of me,”

“And me!” Ned chimes in, eyes flitting to the bottle of hand sanitizer next to him when Peter pulls the blanket up to cover his face before sneezing three times.

“Bless you! Well, I have no doubt MJ and Ned are both taking great care of you,” Tony says as Peter begins to cough again. “I’m going to let you kids go. Get some rest, Peter.”

“Thanks, Tony,” MJ says, hanging up and pulling Peter in close, rubbing his back and letting him sniffle into her shirt until he falls back asleep, not missing the single tear that falls from the corner of his eye before he does.

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Tony : Just talked to the kids. Peter sounds terrible but he’s in good hands with MJ

Tony : What time are you off?

May Parker : aww 🥺

May Parker : 7pm

Tony : Want to grab dinner tonight? I’ll have Happy pick you up

Tony : Also, can you send me a list of things Peter likes when he’s sick?

May Parker : sure, can’t wait!

May Parker : chick noodle soup

apple juice (NO orange)

tissues. like a ton. double what you think he might need lol

cough drops (the cherry kind only)

harry potter movies

hot chocolate

blankets

cherry jello

Tony : Thanks, you’re the best! See you tonight

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

MJ : Thanks for calling earlier. Peter took a long nap and he woke up feeling a little bit better

Tony Stark : He doing okay?

MJ : He gets a little homesick when he’s not feeling well. We’re going to call May when he gets his voice back

Tony Stark : I’m with May right now, I’ll let her know

MJ : Perfect, thank you

Tony Stark : Hope he can get some sleep tonight with all that coughing

Tony Stark : Make sure you and Ned are getting rest too

MJ : Will do, thanks!

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

In the morning, MJ checks her mailbox and finds a slip indicating there’s a package for her in the office. Brad, the RA on duty, hands her a large box with an overnight shipping label on the side.

“Someone paid a lot of money to get that to you,” Brad comments, eyeing MJ curiously. “Know what it is?”

“Nope,” MJ says, lifting the heavy package and leaving Brad to wonder alone.

As she walks back up the stairs, her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she shifts the box under one arm so she can pull it out.

Tony Stark : There’s a package for you kids, it should have been delivered this morning

Tony Stark : Mostly just a few things for the sickie

MJ : Yep, just got it!

MJ : Just a few things? It’s heavy, I’m counting this as arm day lol

Tony Stark : Sorry, I know it’s a lot. Hope it’s not too heavy to carry

Tony Stark : How’s Bug Boy doing this morning?

MJ : No, it’s perfect, it’s sweet of you to send something

MJ : He still doesn’t really have a voice and he’s super stuffed up, but I think feeling a little better. I think he had a low grade fever last night but he’s back to normal temp as of 30 minutes ago

MJ : He also almost puked but I think it was just from all of the coughing

Tony Stark : If he changes his mind, I can be there in less than an hour. Just call or text, any time of day

Tony Stark : Take care of yourself too. Send Peter my love

MJ : Thanks, I’ll let him know. He’s lucky to have you in his life

Tony Stark : Not as lucky as I am

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Tony : How are you feeling?

Underoos : Better, almost have my voice back!

Underoos : Ned freaked out when he saw the lego set  

Underoos : Thank you

Tony : Anytime, kiddo  

Tony : You feeling up for a visit from May and me?

Underoos : You don’t have to come all the way out. I can video call?

Tony : Or, you could open the door?

–- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 –-  –- 🕷 --

Tony : Just dropped May off. Thanks for the visit. Feel better, love you!

Underoos : Love you too, Dad

[softlimefluff]

Maybe Tonight - p2

Another entry in the budding relationship phase of Rai Mamezuku x Reader 👀

After your afternoon at the fruit parlor, you made sure to trade numbers with Yasuho so you could all find each other again. While you didn’t want to move too fast, you couldn’t stop thinking about all of them. 

Their dynamic together was irresistible—Gappy’s scatterbrained genius, Yasuho’s determined happiness, and Rai… 

Not a day went by that you didn’t replay the exact moment his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling. The way his eyes studied you and his soft, plush lips murmured “seventeen percent…” You still weren’t sure what he had meant, but you didn’t want to spoil your fantasy with too many extra questions.

When your phone screen lit up with an invitation to hang out again, you didn’t waste a moment to text back. You figured it would be another relaxed afternoon at the fruit parlor, since Gappy lived with the family who owned the place. Soon, however, another text lit up the screen:

“We’re going to a movie if you want to come! We wanna see that new action adventure one! Let us know if you’re coming. Rai said he’d get your ticket btw if it’s a yes~”

Without trying, your heartbeat sped up and you broke into a huge grin. The thought of being taken out on a proper date for once made you feel warm all over. Yeah, it would be nice to go out with someone your own age—Rai was on the older side compared to Yasuho and Gappy, but the age gap was perfect for you.

“Tell him I’ll be there! Can’t wait to see you three again!”

“We’re excited too! See you soon! 💖😘“

***

When you walked out of the theater after the movie, your heart was pounding just as fast as the first time you had met Rai. He was so tall and well-built that he made you feel small next to him, like a star compared to a planet. 

Gappy and Yasuho, meanwhile, were gushing over the movie in front of you—Josuke had never seen a film before (at least that’s what he said? You weren’t sure how someone could go 19 years without seeing any kind of film). 

“Weren’t the effects amazing, Gap?? And the costumes!! The sets, ugh, the big shots of the cities!!! It’s all so stunning.”

“Yeah!! And all the food looked so good, I wish I could try some RIGHT NOW.” 

“Why not?? Mori Mori is right around the corner, we should go!!”

The two looked back at you, holding hands and grinning. 

“You wanna come with??” Yasuho flashed that disarming smile again and motioned down the alley.

“Nah,” Rai spoke up to reply. “I have reservations somewhere already. We’ll catch up later. You two lovebirds have fun~”

“Ahhh, gotcha! Have fu~~~~~un!” Winking and turning back to her companion, Yasuho held onto her hat and pulled Gappy down the sidewalk, off on a mission to introduce him to new cuisine. 

Glancing up at Rai, you blushed, having caught his mention of “reservations.” You didn’t want to assume, though, and walked down the sidewalk, hands laced behind your back.

“Well… Guess I should get going…?”

Rai’s eyes grew wide and he walked to your side, raising an eyebrow. 

“Eager to leave already? I won’t stop you, if that’s what you want. But if you’re up for it, you could join me for dinner.”

“Oh?” You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Is that an official request?”

He tilted his head, confused. “Official?”

“Official. Like a date, official. Are you asking me out of politeness or actual interest, Mamezuku-san??”

Taken aback slightly by your directness, he pulled back and walked further ahead, cheeks dusted with a faint blush but expression neutral.

“If you’re hoping for a heartfelt confession or a letter, it’s nothing like that, but if you want to sit down, eat a meal, and trade stories, I’d enjoy nothing more.”

Catching up with him, you grinned, standing closer this time.

“So it is a date~”

Sighing, he nodded. “Yeah, sure. It’s a date~”

With a little smirk, he glanced down at you, seeing your smile. You were cute when you were happy. He never wanted to see you look any other way again. 

[stranger-stark-montgomery]

Dean Winchester Fluff

My girl @larajadeschmidt13 is feelin a bit down so I decided to write her a lil blurby thing to cheer her up :) love ya girl 😘 *** "Baby I'm home" Dean called as he stepped through the front door. He braced himself for the impact of his fiance's body slamming into him as she ran to greet him as per usual, but to no avail. "Hon?" He called again, brows furrowed. He made his way to your shared bedroom, kicking his boots off along the way. "I'm in here" you said from your position on the bed. You lay propped up against the headboard, two packs of ice on your feet. "Baby? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Dean asked frantically as he rushed to your side, checking over your body for any injuries. You giggle and try to sit up a bit. "I'm fine... Just slowly dying inside. I got called into work and ended up having to close tonight, my feet hurt so. Fucking. Bad. I can't even walk." You explained, groaning as you situated your legs. "Oh baby... Here." Dean said handing you your drink. "I'll be right back." And with that he disappeared from the room. He returned minutes later with your favorite snack and had you sit up while he fluffed your pillow. He popped your favorite movie in and lay on his side at your feet so you could see the tv. Picking up the ice pack, he immediately searched your eyes when you hissed at the pain. "I'm sorry" he said hurriedly. "No no it's fine- you don't have to do that-" "No, actually I do. It's my job as your future husband to take care of you. Now lie back and relax." He soothed as he gently took your foot in his hand and rubbed slow circles into it with his thumbs. "Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?" "Okay, Dean" you replied, exhaling slowly as you finally began to relax. How you got lucky enough to score a man like Dean is beyond you. But damn, you weren't complainin.

[kaoruyo]

Whispers in the Dark (Kaitlyn x MC)

A/N: Because for some reason I can't insert picture in ask so I post it here. I can't even post it on desktop lmao, so this is on mobile. Thank you for the prompt @lovearyn I have fun writing it 😘 sorry for the not so creative title lmao. The MC name is Remi as per your request, Your Majesty.

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The sound of hasty footsteps echoes in an empty hallway of the closed campus. Along with it is a series of laughter and giggles.

“I bet you won’t be able to beat me to the pool!”

A silvery voice rings the silent corridor as the owner of the voice, Kaitlyn, dashes through it into the dark passage. Her face is lit by the moonlight that seeps through the window, making it gleams.

“Oh the game is so on, young lady!”

Behind her was Remi, who speeds up after her.

Together, they runs through the dark alleyway after they previously break into their campus. It’s been a while since they graduate Hartfield and they are up to some mischiefs tonight. The mischief includes sneaking inside campus at midnight, and rushing into the pool.

“I win!” Kaitlyn reaches the side of pool first and halts just in time not to dive into the pool.

“Geez!” Remi halts beside her, her breathe is ragged from all the running. She isn’t expecting to get defeated by Kaitlyn who claims to be weak at sport.

“I told you I’ll win!” Kaitlyn raises her chin up, showing her smug face.

Remi rolls her eyes, yet she can’t stop smiling at the sight of her girlfriend. She’s beautiful. She has always been.

It’s been years since they first met, yet Remi can still remember the moments she spends with Kaitlyn. For them to come back to their old college and goofing off together, she can’t ask anything better than this.

“Okay, okay, you win, Princess.” Remi teases Kaitlyn as she pinches her cheeks. Just then, she has better idea to make the night more eventful.

“You know, Kait, you look so gorgeous tonight,” Remi states, making Kaitlyn blushes, “it makes me want to kiss you.”

Remi cups Kaitlyn’s face on her hands as she leans closer. Remi smirks when she notices Kaitlyn has closed her eyes, waiting for the long-awaited kiss.

With a light push, Remi sends Kaitlyn down underwater.

Splash!

Kaitlyn gasps in surprise as she comes up on the surface. She frowns when she notices Remi trying to hold her laughter.

“That was mean!” Kaitlyn pouts.

Remi finally can’t hold back anymore as she burst out laughing, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” she said in between her laughs.

“Now my clothes are all wet! Even though I already used my bikini under it,” Kaitlyn grumbles, she looks up to find Remi still laughing at her, “now you either join me or I’ll not talk to you for a week!”

“Oh no, milady, I’ve told you I won’t join you swimming. It’s autumn and it’s freezing.” Remi shook her head in disapproval.

“Oh you will!” Kaitlyn rushed to the side of the pool, her hand reaching for Remi who already moves a step away from the pool.

Kaitlyn eventually manages to grab Remi’s pants and sends her falling to the pool.

This time, Kaitlyn is the one who laughs at her girlfriend. Oh what a sweet revenge.

A minute passes, yet Remi hasn’t come up to the surface.

“Um, dear?” Kaitlyn asks which replied by silence. It takes a moment for her to find out that something is not right.

Hurriedly, Kaitlyn dives inside the pool. Helped by the moonlight, Kaitlyn swims in the darkness and finds Remi floating underwater with her eyes closed.

Kaitlyn took her in her arms, shaking her shoulder for no response. Kaitlyn begins to panic as she has no idea what to do.

Suddenly, Kaitlyn is pulled down, and she feels a pair of soft lips rest on hers. Kaitlyn realizes what’s happening as she deepens the kiss.

Seconds later, the lovebirds swim up to the surface, grasping for air.

“You dork!” Kaitlyn not so playfully punches Remi on her shoulder.

Remi giggles as she has successfully pranked the prankster.

“I love you.” Remi whispers.

Kaitlyn stares at her before leaning in for a kiss, with the moon as the background.