#but that took too much time. so brain gone head empty way

[taitavva]

[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- this is how i cope with aot ending

pairing- husband gojo x wife!reader

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“Satoru, I’m back!” you called out, feet quickly slipping and kicking your shoes at the front door, arms struggling to keep the 10 grocery bags you had balanced from smashing to the floor.

“‘m sorry it took so long-” shuffling to the kitchen, you continued to talk to the open space, assuming your husband was actually listening, “-traffic was terrible. I didn’t even think it could snow this early.”

Your words trailed off into little mumbles, talking to yourself about every irritant you’d encountered in the grocery store. It was strangely quiet in the house, the usual squeals of laughter and giddy conversations gone from the common routine, the oddity oblivious to you and your focused state.

Leaning back with your hands on your hips, you sighed in relief, muscles relaxing as you took in your good work, cabinets full and refrigerator stocked, the kitchen now completely organized to perfection. Humming contentedly, the previous relief you’d felt turned awry, smile disappearing from your lips.

It was so.. quiet. Too quiet.

“..Toru.?” for the first time in the last 20 minutes, it had finally clicked that something was off. A kiss and hug weren’t given to you at the door, the tv was off, there was no nighttime bath running for Megumi. Everything was so still and silent.

Padding throughout the house, you quickly checked every room, the empty spaces throwing your brain into panic mode, all your worries coming to mind as you looked for your husband and little boy.

After your thorough search, one room remained, the door of your shared bedroom just the slightest bit ajar.

You were about to call for him again when a familiar tuft of white hair caught your eye. Pushing into the room, you took in probably one of the cutest sights you’d ever seen.

There, curled up in bed, fetal position, was your 6’6” husband, his chest slowly rising and falling with the pattern of sleep. Almost laughing at yourself for being so worried, you inched closer to your side of the bed, about to join him under the covers.

A patch of black hair stopped you this time though, little Megumi hidden in the pool of blankets that surrounded him and your lover’s bodies. Stifling an ‘aww’, you fought off the urge to film the two of them, Megumi’s little fingers clutching onto Gojo’s shirt as the two of them snored.

His tiny form was nuzzled into Gojo’s side, chubby cheeks pushed against Satoru’s ribs, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth, staining your man’s new, black sleep shirt, a fact you ignored as you imagined Gojo’s melodramatics certain to occur.

Although they acted like yin and yang, the way Gojo cradled him was so sweet, you really had to fight off the waterworks. His large hands held the little boy securely, long fingers resting on Megumi’s back and head, keeping him close, protecting him, like a real father would for his son.

Leaning down, you brushed Satoru’s hair away from his forehead, leaving a gentle kiss to his porcelain skin, then continuing to do the same to little Megs, the young boy’s breath hitching, dark eyelashes fluttering before his quiet snores started back up, fingers curling even tighter around Gojo’s sweater.

Tip-toeing to the door, you looked back one more time, the two of them nestled perfectly in a sea of blankets. “My sweet boys..” you murmured to yourself, shaking your head with a smile as you turned out of the room, clicking the door shut, leaving your two favorite people to their much needed rest filled bonding time.

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[theemporium]

Eddie Munson wasn’t the most romantic guy, but he tried his hardest. 

His feelings for you were overwhelming in the best way possible. He was loud and eccentric and a little too much for most people, but then again, you weren’t like most people. Wayne had always joked that it was a shock Eddie managed to snag someone like you. You always liked to joke back that Eddie was scaring everyone else off until you came along. 

But truth be told, he agreed with Wayne. 

He wasn’t sure how he managed to get someone like you to love him, but you did. You loved him with your whole heart. You took one look at him and saw the real Eddie. You didn’t see some third year senior, or some freak obsessed with a fantasy game. You didn’t see a weird metalhead, or some kid with no future. 

You saw Eddie. You saw a glimpse of him and you wanted to see more. You wanted to see more so you could love more, and it made his chest feel funny the way you decided to stick around even after seeing the person behind the mask. 

And sometimes, Eddie envied how easily the relationship seemed to come to you. You would always surprise him, sometimes with dinner from his favourite or a bouquet of flowers or a tape you knew he had been wanting. You always knew when he wanted to be held or the words he needed to hear to cheer him up a little. You always knew how to make him feel special, like it was a basic instinct for you. 

Meanwhile, Eddie was left second guessing himself because the last thing he wanted was to scare you away. He loved you. He loved you so much, it hurt. He loved you so much and he just wanted to show that. Hence, the picnic date. 

He had gone all out, having spoken to Robin and Steve countless times over the last week to set up the perfect date setting. He cleaned out the back of his van to make it the perfect fortress of blankets and pillows. He had packed your favourite foods and even splashed some money on the slightly more expensive beer that was easier to get down.

It was the perfect set up for a romantic date, but the funny thing about Eddie Munson was that he wasn’t really a romantic kinda guy. And that was something you adored about him.

You didn’t want cheesy dates and corny lines that made you borderline feel like you wanted to empty your stomach. You didn’t want over-the-top date nights or meticulously planned outings. You didn’t want expensive beers and fancy chocolate-covered strawberries that cost three times the amount they should. 

You wanted Eddie. 

You wanted your Eddie. 

You wanted your Eddie who made you feel good in a million different ways that no other man could ever compare to.

“Eddie,” you let out a soft, high-pitched squeal as your head fell back against the thick blanket beneath you. “Shit, I—”

“This,” he groaned, low and rough and gravelly. It made your stomach dip. His hands gripped the meat of your thighs, keeping them spread open as he leaned down to lick a thick strip along your cunt. “This is better than any fucking dessert.” 

“Eddie,” you whined, your hands gripping the fabric of your pretty sundress in tight fists as he began shamelessly licking the mess you had made all over your thighs.

And you really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

Eddie was a simple man when it came to you. Anything you did, the boy obsessed over because you did it and he was obsessed with you. So, his brain practically short-circuited when you came running out your house, dressed in a pretty floral dress that brushed against your thighs and had two thin straps holding it up. He about lost the ability to speak when you leaned over to kiss his cheek in a greeting, giving him the perfect view of your tits. But his downfall was when you climbed into the back of his van, giving him the perfect glimpse of the white cotton panties you were wearing that made it difficult to care about eating anything but you.

He lasted all of twenty minutes before he broke, watching a little dribble of strawberry juice drip down your chin that had him leaning over, licking up the mess before crawling over your body completely. You had breathed out his name, breathless and a little dazed when you saw the heated look in his eyes, the look that told you he wanted to devour you and that was exactly what you let him do.

But now you were two orgasms in, your body was wracked with pleasure and the boy didn’t look like he had any plans of stopping soon.

“‘s too much,” you cried out as he pushed your thighs up, almost bending you in half with your knees pushing against your chest so you were completely spread out and exposed for him. “Please, I can’t—”

“One more,” he groaned against your cunt, his nose nudging your swollen clit because he liked the way your body jerked in response. “Need you to come on my fingers, honey. Then I’ll stop, okay? Just one more, that’s all I want.” 

“Mhmm,” you whimpered, all high-pitched and whiny but your obedience made him grin. 

And he did intend to only make you come one more time for him. He intended to give you a break. He did. He really, really did. 

But then he was knuckle deep inside you, the wet and debauched sounds of your soaking pussy echoing through the back of his van as you squirmed and moaned and screamed out his name until your throat was raw. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your thighs were shaking in his hold and you were babbling incoherently, so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t have time to warn him that something felt different, that there was a twist deep in your guts that didn’t feel familiar.

Eddie could’ve came in his pants from the sight alone.

It almost felt never-ending. His fingers were pumping in and out of you, already soaked to the wrist with your arousal before you were squirting everywhere. You were shaking beneath him, mouth parted with silent screams as you soaked everything around you. As you shook and moaned and came harder than you ever had in your life. As you did something he only thought was possible in fucking pornos. 

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment when your brain seemed to catch up with your body, blinking a few times as the realisation hit you like a freight truck. Your eyes instantly teared up, your hands desperately trying to pull the soaking material of your sundress over your body to cover yourself up like it would give you some dignity. 

You opened your mouth. “Eddie, I’m so—”

“Did I say you could cover up?”

You blinked, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

He slapped your hands away, not allowing you to pull your skirt over your pussy. “I said,” he repeated, his voice lower this time as his darkened gaze caught yours. “Did I say you could cover up?”

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “No, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and the hot tears of embarrassment were quickly replaced with the warmth of his praises. “Now, lay back down and keep your legs open.” 

“Eddie—” you started again, your stomach dipping when you noticed the mess you made. Not only were you soaked, but so was he. His clothes now stained darker, along with the blanket beneath you but he didn’t seem to care.

“Shhh,” he hummed as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs, completely uncaring of your arousal leaking and dripping down your thighs. “Only wanna hear your pretty moans, honey. Wanna hear how good it feels.”

“It?” You questioned breathlessly.

His grin was vindictive, almost sinister. “Wanna see you do it again f’me, baby.”

Your eyes widened. “But—”

“Nuh uh, what did I say?” He chastised softly, gripping your thighs until a soft whimper left your lips. “Now, either you let me hear those needy noises or I stuff something in that pretty mouth of yours to keep you quiet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, open those legs and let me see my pretty girl.”

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[alittlebitofsainz]

- just don’t want your friends to see -

prompt: “said you needed me, wanted to be with me, just don’t want your friends to see”

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: the pressure of keeping the relationship a secret is getting to you both. is he ashamed of you? (everyone needs a little soft and reassuring lando in their lives every now and then)

a/n: can be considered a lil’ part two to told her you were just a friend. lyrics from ‘you to you’ by maisie peters :)

masterlist | the spotify wrapped collection

“hey, you guys, hope you haven’t been waiting long!”

your head turned to follow the sound of the voice, seeing max and his girlfriend pietra approaching, a few minutes late for lunch. you noticed lando doing the same, his fingers immediately disentangling from your own as soon as he spotted them, your hand feeling empty without his clasped around it as he took a step away from you. you knew you should be used to it by now, you’d both agreed that this was for the best, keeping your relationship in the shadows, locked behind closed doors. I want this relationship to be just ours, he’d said. it had sounded nice at the time, poetic, even, and you’d agreed, maybe a little too eagerly. but as you sat at lunch with max and pietra, perched awkwardly on the edge of your seat so as not to seem too close to lando, listening to him laugh off questions about his romantic life and saying he hadn’t really met anyone special yet - you had to admit that it stung. it stung the same way it did every time, and you found yourself unnaturally quiet throughout the meal, eyes flicking between person to person as the conversation continued around you.

if you’d thought it had gone unnoticed by lando, you thought wrong.

“baby, everything okay?”

even the pet name stung, the façade of ‘friendship’ falling by the wayside as soon as you made it back to lando’s apartment. just the two of you, a safe space, away from prying eyes and listening ears. you could be in a relationship again, having put it on pause for the time you were out in public.

you looked up, trying to plaster a fake smile across your face, the expression faltering slightly at the edges.

“yeah, fine. just tired, that’s all.” came your reply. but lando wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t blind, either. you tried to escape through to the kitchen, but he wasn’t having any of that.

“y/n, I know you. I can tell you’re not fine. talk to me, please.”

the gentleness of his voice coaxed you to be honest, letting out a sigh as you turned to lean against the kitchen counter, facing him. you couldn’t quite meet his eyes, almost embarrassed. you’d both agreed on this - why were you suddenly feeling so upset about it all? you knew lando loved you, appreciated you, but something about the way he acted when the two of you were out in public, around colleagues, around friends, even, that just got to you.

“are you embarrassed of me?”

the words left your mouth before filtering through your brain first, and you regretted them immediately; the way lando’s face fell, pain and guilt etched across his features - you swore you would never forget it, and you never wanted to see it again.

“no, no. fuck, y/n, I could never be embarrassed of you.” his voice was strained as he took several paces towards you across the kitchen, casting a cautious gaze over you as he tried to decide whether to give you space or comfort. you felt emotions bubble up inside you, ones you’d been trying to keep hidden for months, for the sake of your relationship. you’d always worried that if you caused a fuss or spoke about your emotions in any way, it would push lando away. why would he want someone who was such a problem when he could have pretty much anyone he wanted? it was irrational and you knew it, but keeping it inside for so long, unable to talk to anyone about it…? well, it had festered in your mind until it had taken over.

“I just feel like that’s why you don’t wanna tell your friends about me…” you eventually said, voice coming out as more of a whimper than you’d intended. lando closed the remaining space between you, hesitating for split second before taking your hands in his, his eyes searching yours imploringly.

“baby, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like that.” his voice was firm, filled with conviction and sincerity, but also tinged with a hint of emotion, upset that he’d ever hurt the person in his life that he cared the most about, “I swear, I never meant to. I’m so sorry.”

“it’s just difficult.” you murmured in reply, relishing the feeling of your hands being in his once again as you dropped your gaze down to look at them. “I feel like I’m always acting in public, like I can’t relax. and I can’t even talk to anyone about it.”

“I wish you’d talk to me.” lando’s voice was equally as quiet as yours, his tone so genuine that you couldn’t help but relax just a little, fears of pushing him away by being too honest dissipating by the second. he reached a hand up to cup your cheek, and it was only when he brushed a thumb across your skin to wipe away a tear that you realised you’d started crying.

“really?” you blinked up at him with wide, watery eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t wanna hear about it.”

he took your face in both hands, eyebrows curved up into a soft frown. “why would you think that? is it… is it something I said? something I did?” you could tell he meant it genuinely, but it made you realise just how irrational you were being. nothing lando had ever said or done had given you any indication that he wouldn’t want to hear your thoughts, your concerns, the things that made you upset. you were still navigating things, but you were beginning to realise that this was someone who you could really open up to. someone who cared about you. you shook your head, brushing away your own tears with the palm of your hand, letting out a wet chuckle.

“no, no. you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just being stupid.” you admitted, but now it was lando’s turn to shake his head.

“you weren’t being stupid.” he murmured, dropping his hands from your face and instead wrapping them around your waist, drawing you into his chest as he placed delicate kisses to the top of your head. “nothing you feel is stupid. it’s not easy keeping us a secret, trust me, I know.” he sighed, resting his chin on your head as he held you close. “I’m not embarrassed of you, y/n, I’m just trying to protect you. people… they can be pretty crazy when it comes to people I date. I just wanna keep you away from that just a little longer.”

you nodded into his chest. deep down, you knew that. you just needed to hear it from him. you let out a soft, contented sigh, the sound mirrored by lando as he tightened his grip round you just a little. he didn’t want to lose you, especially not over something like this, a fact he told his mum on the phone later that night as he finally told her all about you.

the final part is out now :)

a smau based on this fic is out now :)

[thisfanisgonesorry]

groupie love — hobie brown

guitarists dont get as many groupies as you’d think they do. 😮 

tags: smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, hairpulling, hookups go crazy, dom/sub, teasing/praise kink obv, creampie bc i forgot the condom at home, brief cockwarming. bro is a lovesick idiot fr. possessive as HELL. porn w feelings kinda? infatuation? idk theres feelings! im mentally ill! pussy so good that hes down bad! consent is sexy tho.. parasocial relationships arent

(but it’s so hard sometimes with the star when you have to share him with everybody; and i know what you’re thinking of, you want my groupie love)

🕸️

One thing led to another and he was leading me through the backstage entryway, his arm draped over my shoulder as he walked with a pep in his step, filled with adrenaline and trying to get it out of his system in ways that didn’t end in him pouncing on me. (Though admittedly, that’d be short lived.)

Backstage was mostly empty besides a few select crewmates who overall didn’t seem too phased by my presence. Hobie greeted them as he walked past, as if he knew each one personally. The rest of the band had seemingly dipped, and weren’t too worried about Hobie being missing from wherever they’d gone to hang out.

“Li’l lady wants to check out the green room.” He winked at one of the crew as he continued, dismissing them to give us space. The green room was nice but it wasn’t his destination in mind. He stood there for a minute, looking down at me briefly, before spinning dramatically and pushing his back against the dressing room door, sliding in and pressing me against the wall in a fairly smooth action.

“Don’t think anyone saw that?” I muttered out quickly, it was more of a question as I really didn’t see much from the spin itself, caught a little off guard by the sudden movement and unable to process much until I was pinned firmly against the wall. The dressing room was small, and he took advantage of the fact.

“M’hm, no.” He shook his head, leaning in slightly. “Nah, y’re all mine.” He continued.

His hands lingered on my waist, his fingertips reaching under the fabric and restraining himself as much as he could as he felt the soft skin underneath.

“You seem energised.” I laughed softly.

“I’m fine, jus’ got my blood pumping. Was a good show. Can I kiss you?” He spoke quickly to the point where if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed it. There was a short moment of silence where the air hung heavy as he waited, oh, how he waited so very patiently.

“... Yeah.” I nodded.

His patience ran thin, and his lips harshly made contact with mine, almost pushing my head into the wall. What a way to get a concussion. He groaned into it for a moment, enjoying the taste and licking my bottom lip slightly. My hands loosely hung around his neck, 

“Bloody ‘ell...” He muttered, pulling away and going down my neck. His free hand reached to the door, locking it before anyone could walk in. He was kissing and licking my neck, letting small bitemarks dance across the skin.

He began tugging at the hem of my shirt anxiously, wanting to just strip me bare, bend me over, fuck my brains out, but all in due time.

“Doors soundproof.” He commented. “Let me—”

One arm was wrapped around his shoulders, grabbing a fistful of the leather jacket and tugging on it to beckon him forward as the other grabbed his hand, pushing it closer. In hindsight, it was kind of sweet how certain he was letting things be.

He quickly removed my shirt that had his own band’s logo on it, throwing it to the floor and fumbling on the bra, running his large palms over the fabric. I leaned forward to kiss him again and his hands dropped to my hips, hastily (and harshly) dragging me to the dressing table, pushing me up against it. 

Our lips were reconnected once again, though the kisses were messy. My arm was still around his neck, my other on his chest. His hands began to slightly shimmy down my shorts and he moaned into the kiss. “S’pretty, darlin’, so..” He mumbled breathlessly, pulling away enough to let me kick off the shorts (albeit, struggling to because of my boots) and for him to shrug off his jacket. Both articles disappeared somewhere into the room to be determined later.

My hands lingered to his hips, reaching up and feeling his toned abs from under his shirt. “Y’so hot, Hobie.” I moaned back, feeling the way his stomach tensed under my fingertips.

“What? like ‘m not meant t’be fit?” He tried to joke as he palmed my tits again. 

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

He only responded with a laugh, kissing my neck and collarbone as he removed the bra, thrown to the side and his hands explored downwards in an attempt to remove the last of clothing.

“This aint fair.” I breathed, seeing him still fully dressed.

“Yeh, I know.” He responded, taking his shirt off, another piece lost to the room.

He ended up turning the light off, so the only light in the room was the one radiating from the mirror itself. He looked good like this but I guess that was the point. His face was flushed, it would be hard to tell otherwise if it wasn’t for the heat that it was giving off, you could literally feel it from across the room; his eyes were hyper focused and his lips were swollen slightly.

He leaned forward to kiss me again. “Y’re so beautiful.” He groaned.

“I was about to say the same thing.”

I reached down boldly, my fingers twitching to unbutton his jeans, to pull the zip down, to—

“Y’re gonna hurt y’self.” He joked, swatting my shaking hands away. “Touch yourself f’me.” He asked softly, trying to speak clearly despite his otherwise dishevelled behaviour.

I slid my fingers between my legs, toying with him as he watched between kisses. 

“C’mon, darl’.” He purred sweetly. “Work y’self open f’me, please?”

He swallows the moans that leave my mouth as I push my fingers inside, weakly thrusting as he continues to kiss me, hovering over me as he palms his hardness through his jeans.

“Hobie, c’mon.” I groaned, getting impatient with him. All he wanted to do was toy and tease me; holding me closely as his eyes scanned my naked body like a piece of meat, kissing as much of the flesh as he could, longing for the taste and feel under his lips.

“Alr’, alr’.” He drawled finally.

He pulled away enough to create distance between us, we both stood in anticipation, catching our breath slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip. The jeans themselves were grungy, and his dick freed itself from the tight confines as quickly as it could, shimmying the jeans down to his thighs.

“No underwear? Anarchist goes commando?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to work myself, yet finding humour in comparing him to a militia.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/n. Don’t.” He warned.

“You go pantless just in case some pretty girl would fuck you tonight?”

I poked my tongue out between my teeth, biting down on it slightly, wanting nothing more than to be testing my luck with him. He grabbed my wrists, removing my hand from my insides and holding the sticky, shiny fingers up. It looked filthy in the bright light, he tutted slightly before licking the fingers clean, grinding his hard cock against the slick folds.

He held both my wrists in place, making it impossible for me to fight him with the movement of his hips, he was careful that he wouldn’t accidentally push himself into me, whether or not that accident was with his own free will or not. He was enjoying this, the torturous nature of it all. Yeah, definitely don’t talk back to him.

“Feels s’good like this.” He tried to speak clearly; “Could jus’ fuck you like this, yeah? Cum all over y’r cunt, don’t even go in?”

“I’m sorry.” I quickly spoke when I realised he could just stay like this.

“You’re sorry?”

“Please, Hobie, fuck me real good. I’m sorry, didn’t mean it.” I pleaded, though he could tell the words were only half hearted.

He tried to laugh but it got swallowed into a groan. He threw his head back and released my wrists. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon.” He spoke, finding amusement in it. He hissed slightly at the loss of contact as he turned me around to look in the mirror, bending me over the dressing table.

His breathing quickened as he admired the view of me bent over the table, elbows supporting my weight and my pretty eyes looking up at him through the mirror. He swallowed thickly, still grinding lazily against the wetness as he tried to shimmy his pants down further, they got about a little past his knees before getting snagged on his boots and he realised that it wouldn’t go much further than that.

“Ngh.. Fuck, y’so good.” He struggled out, a low moan erupting from his throat. “Gettin’ m’cock all nice ‘n’wet.”

“Hobie, I’m sorry.” I threw my head forward, not wanting to look at our reflections. “Fuck me, please, want you.”

“I know.” He groaned as he aligned himself. He gave a harsh tug on my hair, forcibly making me look in the mirror. “Look. Watch.” He panted.

He slid his thickness deep inside in one slow, stuttery motion. I watched carefully, my mouth fell open and my eyes threatened to close. His eyebrows knitted together and his mouth mimicked mine, falling agape.

“Oh my fucking god.” I moaned out, unable to hold my head up but quickly felt the tug on my hair as he held my limp neck in position.

He buried himself completely, “Look at how I’m stretchin’ you out, y/n, my darlin’.” He grinned lopsidedly.

He began thrusting slowly, watching the faces that I made, his eyebrows stayed knitted like he was focused on my expressions and nothing else.

“So good, Hobie.” I muttered, my head threatening to dip forward if it wasn’t for his grip on my hair. I tried to squirm away from him and his grip on my hip got tighter. “So big.”

“Yeah?” He spoke condescendingly, relishing at the way I felt around him. “Y’ve been dreamin’ about this, haven’t ya’?”

“Mhm, all the time.” I moaned quietly. “Fantasise about y’so bad.” 

“I bet’cha always wondered how good I’d feel buried deep in y’cunt.” He commented, picking up his pace as he felt the warmth swallow him perfectly; it wasn’t necessarily rough or fast, but the size of his cock as it nestled all the way in was almost too much. Almost. “The real things s’much better, ain’t it?”

“Ah! Yes!” I cried, reaching back to push at his hips.

“Takin’ me s’well, darlin’.” He groaned, not letting up. He wasn’t being relentless but the position and the harsh pound of his cock was all too much at once, I closed my eyes tight and he fought the urge to give another harsh tug on my hair.

“S’deep, Hobes, baby—” I groaned, though it was immediately followed by pathetic whines which completely diminished the point I was trying to make.

“Why y’pushin’ at me, sweet thing? What’s wrong?” He teased, knowing damn well that there wasn’t the faintest of an issue.

“So deep.. So big. Slow down.”

“What? Y’don’t think y’can take it?” He joked through slurred speech, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Mhm!” I jerked forward with a whine, then feeling the harsh tug on my hair as my body pulled away from his tight grip.

“I think y’can take it jus’ fine.” He continued teasing, still desperately nudging my insides. “M’pricks too big f’you, ain’t it, darlin’?”

I shook my head weakly, keeping my eyes glued on his face as he fucked me from behind. “No, mhm— I can take it.” I struggled out.

“Y’doin’ s’good.” He slurred with a groan.

The audible wet sounds began to fill the dressing room and I could do nothing but let out a pathetic whine as I could feel the sticky liquid make a mess on both our thighs. The slickness was making it easier for him to slide in and out, using it to his advantage to fuck into me even harder. It did nothing to ease the slight slapping sound, and if that door wasn’t soundproof like Hobie claimed, we were probably being louder than the show itself was.

I shook my head weakly, jerking forward at his movements and taking whatever he would give me. “So good. So deep. So big.” I rambled, the only words that my brain could come up with at the given moment.

“I want y’to watch, darlin. Look at y’r pretty face as I fuck you.” He spoke, knowing I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes in the slightest, coming across like nothing but a cock drunk groupie whore, though I guess, it wasn’t far off. “Y’re basically droolin’ for me.”

“Keep talkin’ to me like that, holy shit, make me cum.”

“Eyes up here. On me. Y’got it.” He praised, his harsh tugs became more gentle as he got more stern in keeping my eyes on the view. “Keep lookin’, c’mon, darlin’, look. Y’re s’beautiful. All f’me, look at ya. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His voice began to ramble, whines and groans leaving his throat at intervals. 

“I’m trying.” I mumbled out; “It’s hard.”

“Darl’, ‘m not gon’ keep tellin ya’ to keep y’head up.” He moaned, removing his hand from my hair and rubbing figure 8’s right where I needed it. “Yeah, y’re gonna take it.” He panted, leaning over my body to press kisses on my shoulder and neck. “Take it, darlin’, doin’ good. Doin’ so good.”

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, looking down through half-lidded eyes at the filthy view of him fucking me into his dressing table.

“See? You can handle watchin y’self gettin’ fucked like a good girl.”

“Hobie, ‘m gonna cum.” I moaned, struggling to watch myself but worried that if I stopped, he’d pull his hands away from me.

“Watch y’self, good girl.” He praised again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Fuck, can feel y’squeezin’ me.” He whined. “Cum for me, darlin’, s’pretty when y’clench this big cock, yeah? ‘M stretching it out, y’gonna be so perfect f’me.”

I took a bite out of my knuckle as I felt it hit, he slowed down slightly but kept the movements methodical besides the gradual slowing as he praised me throughout it.

“Hobie—” I cried out.

The way I clenched around him made him harshly hold onto my hip, the moans filled the room loudly as he fucked me through the wave. Small purrs of praise were audible but it was almost impossible to focus.

“You right?” He rasped out, slowing his movements to a halt. He would’ve cum right then and there if he didn’t have half the mind to prolong himself.

“Mhm.” I hummed, dazed and confused. “Keep goin’.” I acknowledged, wanting to make him feel good.

“Wish I could fuck a pretty thing like you after all m’shows.” He spoke sweetly in my ear, thrusting up again for his own orgasm, it started slow but he increased his pace when he began riling himself up with ideas. “Tease y’before so y’re all wet and ready when ‘m done.” He laughed softly. “Y’can help me warm up m’fingers for the guitar.”

He spoke softly and calmly as he could, feeling the wetness twitch around him from overstimulation. He kept this slow as he could, knowing that he didn’t want to end things just yet. His dazed eyes tried to memorise every detail he could; hooking up with a groupie meant the chance of never seeing them again, his movements on my clit picking up too; he was desperate to bring me pleasure, he needed this just as much as I did, which was saying a lot.

I weakly tried to keep my head up, watching his face attentively, he looked completely dishevelled with need; something about this was driving him crazy but all I could focus on was how good he felt.

He started kissing my neck again before deciding to ask a question he knew I probably wouldn’t answer otherwise. “Why ain’t you got’a boyfr’nd?” He grunted over my limp body, feeling himself hit the deepest parts and watching me react to it. My vision would go white and I’d jerk into the feeling.

“Don’t want one. Only want you.” I spoke matter-of-factly despite my dazed demeanour.

“Fuck, Y/n, Don’t say that.” He choked. “Wan’ keep you all f’myself.”

I groaned, pressing myself closer against his body. His arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me to stand upright and my arms reached around to touch him the best I could, though his hand stayed glued to the pussy that he’d grown infatuated with.

“Y’re gonna be thinkin’ about this for a long time, yeah?” He breathed. “Gonna think about m’cock fuckin’ into y’cunt?”

“Hobie—”

“I feel y’gettin’ close again. God, want y’so fuckin’ bad.”

His hand took a faster pace than what it previously was, rubbing hard and fast circles into my clit, wanting to feel me be undone on him when he cums.

“Better than I could’ve imagined.” I panted in admission.

“Y’re.. ‘M right there.” He moaned. “Y’so hot, makin’ me s’hard. Gonna make m’cum.”

There was nothing I could do to respond besides lewdly take what he was giving me, nodding weakly and trying to watch the view in front of me. He looked so beautifully debauched, and feeling his ragged breathing against my spine was something I didn’t know I needed to feel, something I unknowingly longed for.

“Mhm, y’can stay wit’ us.” He nodded, as if what he was rambling made any sense. “Bring you along, keep you f’shows. Darlin’, you’d be my perfect li’l groupie..”

His pussy-whipped drunk ramblings sounded like a love confession as he neared his release, knowing he didn’t want it to be over so soon but desperately wanting to feel the warm, tensing tightness around him as he filled me as much as he could.

“I want you, I want you.” I nodded back, too cock-drunk to care. 

“Cum f’me, y/n, cum with me, need— Oh fuckin’ shit.”

He groaned as he felt the clenching of my walls around his hard cock, desperately wanting to take him for all he’s got. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me is the only phrase that repeated in my head as I felt the twitching and nearing signs.

“Give it to me, please, give it to me.” I pleaded through orgasm.

His body shook with want and he forced his eyes to stay open, needing to watch this unfold before him in a weak attempt to convince himself that it was real. Keenly watching the way my face contorted as I came on him, my eyes barely open enough to see the way his face mirrored mine. He let out small pants and whines, before his hips pushed deeply, his hips stuttering weakly as he filled me with his cum.

I felt the warm liquid between my legs, throwing my head back and sighing as I tried to relax from the high. Beautiful afterglow; beautiful boy. He collapsed forward slightly, holding me in place but using one arm to support us.

“It’s a really nice tour bus. Don’t even need y’own bed, just sleep in mine.” He continued in a whisper, pressing a soft kiss into the sticky flesh of my neck, nuzzling the hair away.

We stood for a moment before he pulled a chair from the side of the dressing table, slowly sitting us on it and keeping the position, his arms wrapped around me tightly like he never planned to let go.

I squirmed at the feeling. “Mhm.. Y’think?” I laughed softly; not taking him close to serious.

His eyes were heavy and he continued to look at us in the mirror, an unreadable expression as he buried his head behind my shoulder, his eyes barely poking above the flesh for him to admire the view. “I’m serious.” He mumbled awkwardly before going to a complete whisper. “Stay?”

[rottenblur]

Say cheese|A.ANDERSON

Summary: An innocent gift of a polaroid camera is cute in thought, but of course Abby couldn’t keep it innocent for long. 600 words (very quick written)

Warnings: PWP???? Ish established relationships. Strap use. Abby calling the strap her cock , choking, overstimulation mention, strap sucking mention, polaroid nudes (she takes pics of you as she is fucking you with the strap) Abby calling you baby. Crying during sex,(due to overstimulation),,,,abby enjoying it.

Whoever thought giving you and Abby a polaroid camera was a good couple gift, you wish they could see you now.

Abby had your legs spread, fucking you for an hour at this point. In and out, in and out, your brain fucking gone.

“Abby please.” You say as she pounds into you with no mercy. “What baby? ‘s it too much?” She mocks you as she takes one hand off your chest, moving it down to your clit.

The bedsheets wet with sweat and your own slick, her hips banging off your ass in every thrust, leaving the room with a echoing wet sound.

She smiles at you picking up her pace with her hips, the tip hitting your cervix bound to be bruised tomorrow. Her fingers work lazy circles, on you, her boxers wet from you. Her arms and stomach wet with sweat, the whole room smelt like pussy and sweat.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” She says watching the strap go in then out of you, how she wasn’t tired was confusing, you couldn’t understand it, to be fair you couldn’t understand anything right now.

You whine back to her not being able to make out words, your mouth open and hands placed above your head. You watch the way every time she thrusts in, her face tightens up as if she can actually feel inside you.

“Drunk all over my cock, so sweet.” She says, following it with a grunt as she speeds up her fingers. This pulls tears to your eyes and a moan from your throat. The overstimulation from cumming so many times was too much.

A wide smirk comes on Abby’s face when she sees your tears, she leans over, strap still fucking into you, grabbing the camera. “Wait Abby, what?” You try to see through your blurry, tearful eyes, then you hear a click followed by a flash blinding your eyes.

“So fucking sweet.” She continues fucking you, one hand on the camera the other rubbing tight circles on that sweet ball of nerves. Everything is sore from your neck down to your knees. Abby had a thing for you sucking the strap, the way your eyes filled with tears as you choked on it was gold to her.

Your face tightens up, as you feel yourself coming to your climax, tears still streaming down your face. Click then flash, you were scared to see how desperate you looked crying while Abby fucks you through your orgasm.

“You’re so pretty when you cry oh god.” She looks at you as you clench around her, grabbing her arm for support. She knocks your hand off, putting her’s tightly around your neck with the perfect amount of pressure. She picks up the pace, pulling more tears out of you, click then a flash.

She lays the camera back down, putting her fingers back on your clit as you whine to her. “Abby, ‘m gonna.” Her fingers matching the pace of her hips. “I know baby, cum for me, cum all over me.” You do, releasing all over her, your mind fuzzy as she fucks you through it till you’re heavy breathing and dripping down to the sheets.

She pulls out, taking her hands off you, neck sore, hole empty and achy. “So fucking pretty.” She says looking at the now developed pictures.

The next morning she sent you out to get the both of you coffee, it was nice, it was your time alone and Abby knew you loved it. She gave you her wallet as she insisted on paying. You get to the coffee shop, reach into her wallet to get the cash and pay but you drop it.

Three polaroid pictures fall out and onto the floor. You hand the cash over, stepping to the side to wait for the drinks you take a look. Hey, the two of you took more than just those pictures last night. It couldnt be them. You see yourself glossy, tear filled eyes, nude hickey covered body with Abby’s hand on your neck. You dont even dare to look at the other two.

A/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those that celebrate it.) i didnt make it hella clear that it’s Christmas time in this just for the people that don’t celebrate it!! I got my inspo for this from “good decoration” by frank ocean hope yall like it bye bye

[strawbeerossi]

Telephone

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: You and Spencer miss each other whenever he is on a week long case. A phone call should help fix that.

Content/Warnings: Mutual masturbation, phone sex, course language. Let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3K

Kinktober Day Fifteen: Telephonicophilia

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Dating a man who could be gone for weeks at a time could be frustrating. Especially on nights like tonight where you were desperate.

You’d decided on picking up a new erotic novel later on that evening after work, a glass of wine beside you on your nightstand while your eyes relished in the smut in your hands. Normally, things like this wouldn’t affect you.. However, Spencer had been gone for a week already, so you had been reduced to a state of touch deprived that you know Spencer would have fun dealing with.

Now a week isn’t a long time to go without sex for some people but you and Spencer have been a different breed lately, sex happening a lot more frequently than you’d care to admit. The girls at work teased you, saying you came in every shift with a post sex glow. The sad part was, you couldn’t even argue.

This week was tough, the stress of your life weighing heavy on you while you were struggling to keep yourself afloat. Talking to Spencer helped, it did. However the normal stress reliever you turned to was out of your reach.

As you’d kept your attention on the text in your hand, you could feel arousal pooling at a particular scene you were stuck on. You missed Spencer.. 

Unbeknownst to you, he missed you just as much. The impending stress on the case was suffocating him, the unsub knowing what he was doing and able to cover his tracks easily. A week of overanalyzing to the point his big, beautiful brain hurt, he needed a break. “Emily, I just got a message from my mom’s facility, I need to give them a call. Do you mind if I step out?” It was easy for Spencer to lie through his teeth, the unit chief looking at him with a face of concern. “That’s fine, that’s fine. Keep me updated.” She instructed, which made the brunette nod before he was heading out of the conference room. “Is there an open room that I can use? Urgent phone call.” He was holding up his phone to the police chief, who nodded as he led the male to an empty office. 

As soon as the door was shut, Spencer was locking it and tugging down the blinds of the window looking in the office before scrolling through his contacts. As soon as he got to you, he took in a breath as he was calling, heading over to sit on the edge of the desk. 

“Spencer!” Your voice cheered from the other side, causing a smile to spread across his face. “Hey! I just needed to hear your voice. There’s no sign of this case ending anytime soon..” He frowned, even if you couldn’t see him. “You guys will catch this guy. You always do.” You cooed softly while letting your hand lift the wine glass to sip from it. “I’m glad you called, honestly.. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.. What are you wearing tonight, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Your lip was tucked between your teeth while sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m wearing your Cal-Tech sweater and underwear. You know I steal your clothes to sleep.” It was a given on what attire you were adorned to sleep in.

“I love when you wear my clothes.. God, I miss you. What are you doing? Reading that book, I bet.” He spoke while chuckling softly. “Mind taking a break from your reading? I need you right now.”

The way his voice dropped to a low tone had your pussy clenching around nothing. He needed you so bad he was calling while in the middle of a case. “I don’t mind.”

“Good. Leave the sweatshirt on but get rid of your panties.” He spoke, leaning back against the desk as he could feel his cock hardening at the visual playing through his mind. Thank god for eidetic memory. It was like he could see you right now.

“I’m so wet that it’s uncomfortable.” You whined, finger running through your slit to collect your slick on the digit while brushing against your clit with a shaky breath. 

“I bet.. My poor girl.” He sighed, already working on his belt to get it yanked from his pant loops before tossing it beside him on the desk, hand already pulling his throbbing cock from his pants. “I wish I could be there right now, have you squirming underneath me.” He spoke while letting out a low groan as his hand was wrapping around his hard cock, slowly tugging at his dick.

The idea of being between her legs right now was heaven, however his job just had to get in the way. “Why don’t you toy with that pretty little clit of yours, hmm? Wanna hear you moan for me. Show me how much you miss me.”

Your finger swiped over your throbbing clit, the nub sending electricity through your bones as you let your head tilt back with a moan. “It doesn’t feel as good when I have to do it.” You said softly, soft breaths leaving your lips as you massage the bundle of nerves between your legs.

“I know. You’d be pushing back on my fingers by now, crying and desperate for more.” He smirked, his hand speeding up along his cock. Due to the precum bubbling over his swollen tip, he had plenty of lube to easily glide his hand along his shaft. 

“Go ahead and push a finger into that sweet, leaking pussy. I bet you’re soaked just from hearing my voice.” His words were like honey, you drinking it up as you complied with the demand, sinking your pointer finger into your tight cunt. The squelching sound of your greedy pussy sucking in as much of your finger as it could get had you tossing your head back as you let out a moan, your other hand holding the phone clutching the electronic tightly. 

“You sound so beautiful. God, I can’t wait to get home,” Spencer was whimpering out, the boyish sounds making him sound more innocent than he truly was. “My hand doesn’t even compare to that tight cunt. I bet she is desperate for me,” He grunted as his pace sped up.

“Add another finger, I know that you’re desperate for more.” His words were husky as he let his head tilt back while a few needy whines fell from his lips.

This phone call was what both of you desperately needed, hearing each other to fuel the fantasies flooding both of your brains. This was a time when you wished you could stomach working at the FBI just to always be close to Spencer. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You warned, fingers curling and brushing barely against the spongy button inside of you that you just couldn’t reach by yourself. “Fuck. Cum on those fingers, baby. Wanna hear you.” He panted, feeling a bead of sweat running down the back of his neck as his hand moved quickly, his cock twitching in his grasp. Hearing you cry his name in orgasmic bliss was what pushed Spencer over the edge, his cum glazing over his knuckles as he let out a whimper of your name. 

There was a brief silence shared between you both as you two caught your breath. 

“Please come home soon..” You finally whispered, pushing yourself to sit up in your shared bed so you could stand and go wash your hands in the bathroom. 

“I’m gonna catch this guy today, trust me. I love and miss you.” His voice was soft, the both of you sharing your goodbyes, you were both hanging up. 

Distance was hard.

The way Spencer fucked you whenever he did end up getting home later the next night was harder.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 4: Add You To My List

Summary: After you spend the night together, you wake up to a surprise. You and Javi spend the morning getting ready together after he offers to spend the day running errands with you.

Warnings: Smut (18+), unprotected P in V sex (wrap it up, y'all), shower sex, oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, some teasing kissing, mentions of panic/anxiety, mentions of food, language, Lorraine occupying space in Javi's mind

Word Count: 6.3K

A/N: This got split into two parts after their morning together and their shopping trip got WAY too long. Osita is me, as I too also take showers the same temperature as the surface of the sun.

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Sunlight spilled through your windows, slowly waking you up. You can’t remember the last time you’ve slept that well, especially the last time you slept wrapped in someone’s arms. The fact that Javi’s arms were so strong and sturdy only made it that much more pleasant. You scrunched your face, stretching your body to try and wake yourself up. 

“Good morning” you mumbled, still half sleeping. 

No response. 

You turned over, assuming Javi was still asleep, not bothered by the sunlight. Except, he wasn’t there. Sheets were left tangled on his side of the bed where he had slept last night, the space he once occupied empty. 

Trying to use every ounce of rationality you, you took a deep breath. It’s fine, he’s probably just in the bathroom. Still naked from the night before, you slipped out of bed to grab Javi’s button down you had sported the majority of last night. 

His clothes were gone. 

Your heart started to beat faster as you grabbed an oversized shirt from your drawer and quickly tip-toed over to the bathroom. 

Lights off, door open. 

Maybe he’s in the living room? Kitchen? You were trying so hard to convince your brain to not panic, but it was getting harder. 

“Javi?” You softly called out to an empty living space. 

No response. 

In a last ditch effort to convince yourself there was any chance Javi hadn’t up and left, you looked by your entry way to find both his shoes and keys missing. 

Fuck. 

You could feel the tears welling behind your eyes as devastation flooded your body. You fucking idiot, you curse silently to yourself. How had you gotten your hopes up that much? Of course he left. You got way too comfortable. You told him you really liked him. You wanted to go on a date with him. You had just met this man and you thought it was a good idea to show him a picture of you as a kid with a sharpie mustache? You got way ahead of yourself. God, was it the sex? You knew it had been a while. It was amazing for you, was it not good for him? Was he mad that you put out after barely any time hanging out with him? Fuck. Your head was spinning with doubt as the tears you were trying too hard to suppress came streaming down your cheeks. 

Defeated and heartbroken, you grabbed a blanket and curled yourself up in a ball on the couch. You knew all of this had to have been too good to be true. Trying to find any temporary distraction to ease your disappointment, you reached over for the remote on the TV to turn on Sports Center to turn on highlights from hockey playoffs you missed yesterday. Your watery eyes blurred last night replays, sniffling to yourself, curling deeper into your blanket. So distracted by your own thoughts, you hadn’t even heard the door open behind you. 

“Oh, you’re up!” A sweet, low voice carried across your living room, prompting you to peek your head above the couch. 

There stood Javi, dressed in last night’s outfit, holding a sizable to-go bag and two travel coffee cups. Immediately noticing your red, wet face, he set down everything on the entryway shelf and made his way to you. 

“Hermosa, what’s wrong?” His big hands gently cupping your face. 

You could barely form any words from the confusion and embarrassment rushing through you. “Wait, I thought that- I woke up and- it’s just, you were gone, I thought I did something wrong and you were mad, and I-“ 

“Did you think I got up and left this morning?” 

“Yeah…” 

“No, of course I didn’t leave. I just got up early and knew you didn’t have a lot of food so I figured I’d go get breakfast from down the street. Osita, I’m sorry, I left you a note and put it on the door, did you not see it?” 

“Wait, a note? What note?” You looked over at the door in confusion.

“Fuck.” Javi got up to look around your doorway, after a few seconds, he held the slightly crumpled sticky note in his hands and passed it off to you. 

Osita,

Went to get breakfast. Figured you didn’t want to eat Mac and cheese this early. Be back soon. 

                                                                -J 

P.s. you’re cute when you sleep, even if you took up the whole bed last night 

“It must have fallen off when I closed the door behind me. Shit, I’m sorry. I figured I’d be back in enough time to be back before you even woke up. You striked me as someone who isn’t happy if they miss out on breakfast so I wanted to have food here when you got up.” 

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you took a deep breath of relief. “No it’s okay, I didn’t even think to look on the floor. I’m sorry, this is really embarrassing. But you are right, I do get grumpy if I don’t eat in the morning. Thank you.” You both laughed quietly as you unwrapped yourself from your blanket cocoon and Javi pulled you up to stand. 

Heading back to the entryway, he picked up the food and coffee and set it down on the kitchen table. “Wanna eat?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Yesterday, it became very clear to you that in the bedroom, if Javier Peña was anything, it was through. It obviously must’ve carried into all aspects of his life, because he pulled out just about one of every breakfast item out of the to-go bag. 

“How many breakfasts were you planning on eating?” You giggled as the contents spilled on to the table. “This is like Mary Poppins’ bag.” 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just got a lot to choose from.” 

“Lucky for you,” you opened the container of pancakes, “breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, and I will eat it at any and all hours, morning, noon, or night.” 

You reached across the table for one of the coffee cups. “Do you want anything for your coffee, or do you just do it black?” 

“Just black.” He responded, opting for what looked like some hashbrowns and eggs from the bag. 

“Gross.” 

You brought the vanilla coffee creamer you had from the fridge over to the table to turn your coffee from a dark, rich brown to a very light pale tan. 

“Gross? Hermosa, that’s creamer with a little bit of coffee.” 

“Sorry I’m not manly enough to drink straight black coffee.” You teased. 

“It’s not even a matter of manliness, I just don’t think you really like coffee.” 

“I do. Just with lots of cream.” You smirked and shrugged as you began cutting up the pancakes in front of you. “Thank you for all this. You didn’t have to do that. Sorry again for putting myself in a panic over something I didn't need to. You are right, though. It does beat breakfast Mac and Cheese.” 

You both quickly downed your breakfast and packed the leftovers into your sad looking fridge. Looking at its limited contents, you scribbled down some much needed items on the grocery list you had clipped to your freezer. Realizing the list now spanned front and back after neglecting to go last week, you let out a huff knowing this was about to be a long grocery trip and you didn’t want your inevitable Sunday To-Do’s to interfere with your time spent with Javi. 

“Never seen someone so stressed about a grocery list.” Javi laughed, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“Well, I didn’t go last week and I pretty much have nothing left in this house, so it’s about to be a big trip.” 

“Why don’t I go with you?” 

You whipped your head around and gave Javi a bewildered look. “What do you mean?” 

“Go grocery shopping with you.” 

“But it’s grocery shopping?” 

“Do you not want me to go?” 

“No, I do, but again, it’s grocery shopping? 

“And?” 

 “It’s like the most boring thing to do. I have to run other errands while I’m out too, I don’t want you to be stuck with me if you have other things to do.” 

“Well wouldn’t it be much less boring if you had someone with you? I have no plans today, Osita. I’d love to spend the day with you, if that’s okay. Even if it means grocery shopping.” 

You licked your tongue over the top of your teeth, trying to keep your grin from spreading all the way across your face. “It would definitely be much less boring if you came. Guess grocery shopping just got a lot more exciting.” 

Javi stood up from his chair and made his way towards you in the kitchen. “Do we have to leave right now?” He leaned down as your lips met his, giving you a quick kiss and wrapping his broad arms around your body. 

“No…” You pressed your body closer into his. 

“Do we have to leave any time soon?” His lips met yours again, this time lingering longer, his hands moving down your hips to grab your ass. 

“Also no…” You reached your arms up to hook around his neck, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes. “Any reason why?” You mocked, knowing exactly why he had asked the question. 

His answer as to “why” was lifting you up so that your legs wrapped around the small of his back and carrying you down the hallway to your bedroom. After fumbling your way down the hall, Javi practically flung you on your bed, shrieking in delight as he did. You pulled at the ends of his opened button down to bring him closer to you. It didn’t take long for Javi to work his hands under the hem of your shirt, softly squeezing your breasts under your oversized t-shirt. Prompting you to lift your arms over your head, Javi helped you shed your shirt, leaving your underwear the last thing he needed to remove. You were already drenched, a wet spot pooling in your panties as Javi hooked his fingers under the edges to slide them down your legs. Nudging your knees open, he smirked at the slick already forming, your pussy glistening from its wetness. 

“Always so wet for me, Hermosa. Anyone else ever made you this wet, huh? Anyone else ever made you feel this good?” 

He was confident, but he wasn’t wrong. You shook your head as you stared into the dark, lustful pools of his eyes. You wiggled your bottom half, shifting around on the bed, trying to do anything to put friction between your legs to ease your throbbing ache. 

“Answer me, Osita. Answer me and I’ll give you what you need.” 

“No, Javi. No one has. Fuck, you make me feel so good. Please touch me, please.” 

“Needy, are we?” 

Two fingers slowly circled around your entrance, gathering your slick and barely rubbing it against your clit. You could tell Javi was teasing you, taking his sweet time as you got more and more worked up. You were absolutely desperate for him to do something. 

“Javi, pleaseee…” You whined. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. 

One finger dove inside you, thick and finally satisfying your emptiness. The worn pad of his thumb ran back and forth over your clit as a second finger quickly joined the first. Your moans were breathy and desperate, realizing just how worked up you were. Javi’s fingers curled, bumping up against the sweet, soft spot inside you. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled the room. You could tell Javi was talking it all in, mentally mapping in his brain the things that made you lose your mind in the best way possible. You weren’t going to last much longer. Your pussy began to clench tighter around Javi’s fingers and the feeling in your stomach began to build. Javi knew you were close- He had already stored those clues away in his mind. 

“So tight, baby. I know you’re close. Come for me.” 

Only a few more thrusts of his hand and your body was shuttering as it was sent over the edge. You grasped on to your sheets as your orgasm pulsed through you, euphoria running through your veins. Last night, Javi brought you down from your high, slowing his pace before removing his fingers. This time, it was not the case. After you came to, you felt Javi’s fingers still plunging into you. Worked up and on the edge of overstimulation, you looked at Javi, who now had a satisfied smirk growing across his face. 

“Gonna give you one more, Osita. I know you can take it. Gonna be a good girl and come all over my hand again?” 

“Yes, holy fuck.” Words barely forming in your brain. 

Javi played with you in a way that kept you craving more. You were already so on edge, you knew it wouldn’t take much. 

Magic dick AND magic hands. 

His pace intensified both with his fingers and his thumb rubbing over your throbbing bundle of nerves. You could feel your legs shaking as your second orgasm built inside you. It didn’t take much to send you reeling once again, coming even harder than you did just moments ago. The soft screams of Javi’s name echoed against the walls as your body filled with pleasure. 

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. Did so good for me.” Javi mewled, slowly pulling his drenched fingers out of you. 

Out of breath, Javi gave you a few seconds to come back to life before landing a hot, wet kiss on your mouth. 

“I’m adding magic hands next to magic dick on the tombstone of the grave you’re about to put me in, Javier Peña. Fuck, that felt so good.” 

You could feel how painfully Javi’s cock must have been straining against his zipper as the denim bulge in his jeans rubbed across your thigh. Your hand reached down to palm the outside of his jeans, and made your way up to his belt buckle and zipper. “You want me to take care of you, baby? So hard already.” 

Javi rolled his head back as your hand crept down his pants. He absolutely did, but right now, he had other plans. 

“Fuck, Hermosa, I do. But I wanna fuck you first. Wanna fuck you from behind and see that pretty ass of yours. Can I, baby?” 

“Holy shit, yes.” 

Javi quickly undressed the rest of himself, shuffling his pants down his legs, sliding his boxers along with them, freeing his cock, already red and leaking precum from its tip. Leaning over you, he reached down in your nightstand drawer, his hand shuffling around the condom box. He moved his hand around the insides once more to make sure. Empty. 

“Hey, uh, Hermosa,” He pulled the box out of the nightstand. “We’re um, all out.” 

“It’s okay.” 

He looked down at you curiously. 

“I know we didn’t talk about it yesterday, but I’m on the pill.” You shifted under him to reach in your drawer, pulling out the half-finished packet. “I take it religiously, and I had my OBGYN check everything just to be safe, but I, uh…” 

“But? It’s okay, talk to me.” You swore there was something about looking into those chocolate brown eyes that would have made you spill any of your secrets in a heartbeat. 

“It’s embarrassing.” Javi said nothing. Those sweet eyes coaxed it right out of you. 

“I’ve um, I…I’ve never had sex without using a condom before.” 

Javi froze. He looked shocked. You cut him off before he even had a chance to ask anything. 

“I know, I know, it’s dumb. I always used them and I started taking birth control years ago but I still made Paul use condoms because I think subconsciously I was terrified of even the most minute chance of him being the father of my children. But it didn’t really matter anyways because he was too busy fucking somebody else that we never had sex anyways.” 

“Osita, if you still want me to use a condom I can. I haven’t been with anyone since I got back from Colombia and I got checked when I got home too but I want you to be comfortable-“ 

“No. Unless you really want to. Javi, I want you to-”

Your mouths were crashing together again, your body grinding into his. He pulled you in closer, the hair on his mustache tickling your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Tell me what you want, baby girl. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His words left you dripping, desperate to ease the emptiness between your legs, you moaned. 

“I want you to cum inside me Javi. I want you to fill me up. Please. I need you in me.” 

“Jesus, Hermosa. Keep talking like that and you’re gonna make me bust right now.”  The Adam's apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed and let out a deep exhale. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, I’m sure.” 

“Hands and knees, baby.” He gently nudged you to turn over as you lifted up your ass, playfully shaking it at him. He grabbed the soft flesh, kneading it in his hands. “Fucking love your ass.” He leaned down to kiss where his hands once grabbed. Spitting in his hand, he stroked himself a few times before running his tip through your folds. “You ready for me?” 

“Please, Javi.” 

Just like that, Javi carefully sunk himself into you. Holy shit, did it feel good. You could feel every inch of him against your walls. On top of that, the way he had you propped up on your hands and knees had his dick pushing in you in a way that somehow felt even better than before. He took his time with each stroke, letting you adjust to his uncovered length. Your brows scrunched at the sweet pinch of him stretching you out in the best way. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts as you pushed your ass back into him, whimpering at how good it felt. Javi lightly smacked your ass, massaging it after. 

“Does it feel good? Feeling all of me baby, knowing I’m gonna fuck you full of me?” 

“Yes, fuck, fuck, Javi it feels so good. I love feeling you in me.” 

His fingertips gripped your hips, pulling you deeper on to him. One hand slid between your legs, rubbing back and forth against your clit before grabbing you and flipping you over on your back. Grabbing underneath your calf, he took your leg and propped it over his shoulder keeping his pounding pace steady. His forehead glistened with sweat, making his dark curls stick to it. The muscles on his arms strained as he held you in place, filling you with each thrust. 

“I wanna see you when you come, baby. Not gonna last much longer after you do. Wanna watch how good it makes you feel when I fill you up.” His voice was low and raspy, grunting with each thrust. God, his filthy words and voice alone was almost enough to finish you right then and there. His hips snapped into yours, picking up speed. He knew you were close from the way he could feel your pussy begin to flutter around him. Suddenly, something in you snapped. You could feel yourself gushing around Javi’s cock, screaming his name, feeling like you had been lifted off into another dimension. You came so hard you practically felt like you were seeing stars. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet when you come for me, Hermosa. Still want me to give it to you? Cum inside you and fill you full of me?” 

You came so hard that you couldn’t even think straight. Some way or another your fuzzy brain frantically nodded “yes”, desperately. Javi lowered the leg on his shoulder down to the bed as you wrapped both of your legs around his back, keeping him as deep in you as possible. He took his arm and slid it under your back, pulling you up to sit on his lap. As he pistoned into you, you could feel his movements become more sloppy and frantic as he came closer to his release. Only a few more pumps, and you heard Javi begin to let out a low moan, followed by the feeling of him spilling into you, his spend covering your walls. You could feel his sick throbbing inside you, milking himself of every drop he had in him. You could feel the mix of both of you running down your thighs, soaking Javi’s lap. He laid you back down on to the bed, slowly pulling himself out of you, making your oversensitive heat clench at the loss. Kneeling over you, he leaned down to nibble at your ear and whisper. “Everything you’d hope it be?” 

Still breathless, you ran your fingers through the damp locks of his hair and nibbled at his chin. “Even better than I could have imagined. Thank you.” 

“No need to thank me, Osita. Feel honored to have been the first.” The possessive part of his brain hoped he’d also be the last. “Let me clean you up. Do you have a towel I can use?” 

“Yeah, there’s washcloths and towels underneath the sink in the bathroom.” He kissed your head and made his way to the bathroom in all of his naked glory. This man seriously looked like he was sculpted by a Greek God. You giggled as you watched him walk away. He turned around, hearing you. 

“What are you laughing at?” 

“Just admiring. You realize how fucking hot you are? What’s not to admire?” you gestured with your eyes around the width of his broad body.

Javi blushed, taken aback by your compliment. Smiling and turning back around he disappeared into the bathroom, emerging moments later with a wet washcloth in hand. Sitting next to you, he gently took the warm towel and wiped up the mess the two of you had made and threw the towel across the room into the hamper. 

“Okay, Michael Jordan, nice shot!” You laughed, impressed by Javi’s throw. 

“Oh, he’s that basketball guy, right?” He replied, trying to make sure he understood the reference. 

“The basketball guy?! Chicago Bulls former superstar? The greatest athlete in the world? God, you really did miss out on a lot when you were in Colombia. Guess we have a lot of catching up to do.” You playfully nudged him. Feeling bad about bringing up anything about his time away, you felt the need to reassure him you were just joking.  “I’m just giving you a hard time.” 

“It’s okay, Osita, I know. I’m glad I’ll have someone around to get me up to speed on everything.” 

You both sat next to each other, exchanging soft smiles. Something about being in each other’s presence felt so comforting, even in the small moments of silence that fell between you. 

“Well, as great as this has all been, I should probably shower before we go out to do anything. I’m pretty sure I reek of sweat and sex, which is not a stench I need to be rockin’ out in public.” 

“Yeah, a shower is probably a good idea. Do you wanna go first? I don’t mind waiting.” 

“What do you mean, do I want to go first?” 

“Like, take a shower first?” 

“You don’t want to just shower with me? There’s room for both of us in the shower, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“Just didn’t want to intrude. Wanted to give you your space if you needed it.”  

“Well that’s very sweet of you, but I don’t mind at all. Just like grocery shopping- It’s a lot more fun if you do it with someone else.” 

Javi couldn’t think of the last time he had showered with someone. He hadn’t really afforded that luxury to any of his informants back in Colombia. Fuck, the last person he must have showered with had to have been Lorraine. The last time he had talked to his ex-fiancé was a few years back on a HR mandated break where Javi had been home for a week or so with his dad. Before that, it was the night before their wedding, packing his bags and getting ready to leave across the country, and leave her at the alter. He had tried to shower with her a few times in their on again, off again relationship, but every time he tried, she was always annoyed with his presence, wanting him out of her way so she could hog all the hot water and carry out her 4,000 step beauty routine in peace. But right now, she was the last thing Javi wanted to think about. He knew it was baggage he was going to have to unpack to you at some point, but right now wasn’t the time. 

He watched as you retrieved two big fluffy towels from under your sink, placing them on the edge of your bathroom counter before heading over to the shower to turn on the water and let it heat up. Your bathroom was a surprisingly decent size for being a one bedroom apartment, without constantly bumping into each other. He could tell you were quietly humming to yourself as you pulled a brush out of the small linen closet and focused in the mirror as you detangled the messy ends of hair. He couldn’t help but gawk at you, his eyes running up and down the lengths of the curves of your naked body. God, you were beautiful. He stared at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes locking with yours, catching you by surprise. 

“What?” You giggled, face still focused on brushing your hair. 

“Nothing.” He shook his head, still smiling at you. His words had said “nothing”, but his tone meant “everything.” 

“What are you humming?” 

Your cheeks turned pink. You hadn’t even realized you had been signing to yourself, which was embarrassing enough, let alone the song. 

“A song by Queen.” Hoping that would be enough to fend off the next impending question. 

“What song?” 

Dammit, Javi. You knew there was no point in lying- this man really could read you like a book. 

“Um, it’s uh, Somebody to Love.” You didn’t think your cheeks could get any redder than they were right now. The 4 letter word at the end of the song title felt like a bomb about to explode. You had known Javi for 5 days. Not even a week. There’s no way you could feel that way about someone in 5 days, right? Fuck, you didn’t feel this way about Paul once in the 3 years you were with him. You hadn’t felt this way about anyone you’d ever been with. Something about Javi made you feel so safe, at home, like you had known him forever. Everything felt so easy. Was it too easy? 

“Oh, I’ve uh, heard that one before actually. It’s been a while, don’t really remember it. You’ll have to play it for me sometime.” 

At least the bomb was partially diffused, for now. 

“Glad you’re asking me to play it and not sing it for you, I’ll spare your ears.” 

“I heard you sing yesterday when we were cooking. You have a pretty voice.” 

One shade more shade of red and your face might have well been a tomato. 

“Thanks. I don’t mind singing, I know some people hate it. Being an elementary school teacher I just end up singing random things to the kids to help them remember to do stuff or remember what we learned.” 

“My mom would do that, too. Me and my dad would always get annoyed with her because she would have the songs stuck in her head all day and then get them stuck in ours when she got home.” 

“Do you remember any of them?” It filled your heart to know Javi was comfortable talking about his mom in front of you. You had heard stories from you co-workers about what a great woman she was, and you would have never pried to get him to talk about anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Not really… Except for that God awful one about what day of the week it was.” 

“The one that is set to The Addams Family?” You smirked, hoping it was the song you were thinking of, considering you sung it to your class every day. 

“Fuck… You’ve gotta be kidding me.” 

“Days of the week… Days of the week… Days of the Week, Days of the Week, Days of the Week.” You sang in an obnoxious tone to the show’s theme song. 

“This song is the worst, you know that right?” Javi loudly stated over your continued singing. 

“There’s Sunday and there’s Monday, there’s Tuesday and there’s Wednesday. There’s Thursday and there’s Friday, and then there’s Saturday!” 

“I could go my entire life without ever hearing that song again.” You both burst into full on laughter at the ridiculous sight of you nakedly serenading him with a song about the days of the week. 

“Can’t say I blame your mom for that one. If we have to suffer with that stupid song every day, so should you.” Still laughing, Javi playfully smacked your butt. 

“Get your ass in the shower, Osita.” 

“Fine. I will warn you for future reference, I am a chronic shower singer, but I will spare you any more concerts today.” You winked as you slid the shower curtain open and stepped over the edge of the tub under the running water. You let the water run down your face, pushing your hair back and out of the way as Javi stepped in behind you. 

“Holy shit!” 

“What? Are you okay?” 

“The water is fucking hot!” 

“It’s not even that hot! This is my starting temperature!” 

“Starting temperature? Osita, this is hot enough to burn your flesh! It’s hotter than Hell in here!” 

“Fine, ya big baby, I’ll turn the heat down.” 

You twisted the knob and turned around you face Javi. “Better?” 

“Yes, now that it’s not the surface of the fuckin’ sun in here.” 

You went to reach over Javi towards the shower caddy hanging on your wall. “Can you pass the shampoo, please?” You squeeze a sizeable glob in your hand, before passing it off to Javi, who did the same. You repeated the same routine with the conditioner, switching spots every so often to let each other rinse out your hair. 

“Body wash me!” 

“Which one? There’s two.” 

“Doesn’t matter. You pick.” 

“What one did you shower with yesterday?” 

“The mango coconut one, why?” 

“You smelled good yesterday.”

“You were smelling me yesterday? Weirdo.”

“No, I uh-“

“Javi, shhhh I’m just kidding, don’t worry. Mango coconut it is.” 

Javi shook and squeezed the contents of the bottle into your hand. This time, instead of scrubbing down yourself, you lathered your hands together and ran them across Javi’s chest. You felt the tenseness of his muscles ease as you worked the shampoo across his body. You worked your way across his back and arms, feeling his heavy sighs releasing his stress. Your hands began to roam lower, squeezing his butt before trailing down the V of his hips. You could feel him half hard against your leg with the little distance between you. Lowering your grasp, you reached around his girth, now hard and heavy in your hands. 

“Can I take care of you?” 

Javi leaned his head back. “Fuck me- Yeah, baby.” He let out a low breathy sigh as you lowered to your knees. You continued twisting around his base as your tongue met his tip, hot and heavy against you. Twisting your tongue around before taking a long, slow lick along his length, you could hear Javi swearing under his breath in a mix of Spanish and English. You began to take him further into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth until he reached the back of your throat. You could feel the veins of his cock pulsing along your mouth as you continued to work around him.

“Where do you want me baby?” 

Batting your lashes to look up at the broad figure hovering above you, your mouth slid off of him with a pop before you answered. 

“In my mouth. I want you to come down my throat. Want to taste you so bad.” 

Your words just about did him in. “Jesus Christ. Dirty fuckin’ girl. Want me to come down your throat, fill you with me again?” 

“Please.” You nodded before kissing his tip and then engulfing him back into your mouth. Your twists and sucking became faster and sloppier, knowing that Javi was hanging on by a thread. You felt him place his hand along your jaw, guiding your head back and forth along him. 

“Fuck, Osita. I’m close. Fuck, fuck, I-“ 

His cock pulsed in your mouth as his sweet, salty release coated the walls of your throat. A low groan followed as you swallowed his seed and licked the rest dribbling along the tip. “God damn, Osita. You’re too fucking good at that.” 

Helping you up off of your knees, he pulled you in closer to kiss you, the taste of him still heavy in your mouth. 

“Yeah, it felt good?” 

“More than good, baby. Fucking amazing. You want me to take care of you?” 

There was no denying that what just happened had left you dripping, but the amount of times that Javi’s thick fingers and huge dick had been inside of you in the past 12 hours, and the long dry spout you had before last night had you feeling a little tender. As much as you wanted to, your body needed a break.

“No, it’s okay, you've gone down on me more than any man has in the last 5 years combined, I just wanted to do something to return the favor.” 

Javi wasn’t convinced. “You sure? Am I doing something you don’t like? If I am, you can tell me, it's okay, I promise, I just wanna make you feel good.” 

“Oh my God, no Javi. The opposite, actually. You’re fucking amazing. So amazing that I am a little bit sore from your magic hands and magic huge dick, and lack of sex up until this point. Plus, it makes me feel good knowing I made you feel good. You went down on me like 4 times last night, believe me, its the least I can do.” 

“Okay, Osita. Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. I'm more than happy to make that number 5 times whenever you want me to. You still okay if I wash you?" He smiled at you gently, squirting the sweet smelling soap into his hands.

“Thanks, Javi. Are you just looking for another excuse to touch my butt?" You giggled as the bubbles built in his hands from scrubbing them together.

"Maybe." He smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips.  

Javi gently scrubbed around your body, his huge hands engulfing you in his grasp. You let him enjoy his extra time working around your boobs and ass, knowing he was very much enjoying himself. You both took one final rinse under the shower head before turning it off and stepping out to wrap yourself in the fluffy towels you had set out. He ran the towels through his wet dark curls before wrapping the towel around his waist and resting his hip along the bathroom counter. You wrapped yourself up as well, grabbing a smaller towel from under the sink to wrap up your hair and a caddy with some beauty products to put on the counter next to Javi. 

A dismayed look spread across Javi’s face. "Is it okay if I stay in here while you get ready? I can leave if you want me to, sorry."

“Why are you apologizing? You don’t have to be in here if you don’t want to, but I'd love to have you in here with me. I don't think I've ever met a guy who's wanted to stick around after I'm not naked from the shower anymore. I asked Paul once if he wanted to hang out while I got ready and he looked at me like I had asked him to shove an octopus up his ass. I’ll kick ya out if I need to, don’t worry.” 

Javi laughed to himself as he sat on the lid of your toilet seat for the next 20 minutes watching you with his puppy dog eyes as you got yourself ready. The bathroom was filled with a quiet, comfortable silence as you focused on finishing your routine quickly. You were convinced that Javi’s eyes hadn’t left you even for a moment. The beautiful, half naked man sitting next to you in your bathroom was making it much more difficult than usual to concentrate. Your last step was brushing your teeth, globing your toothbrush with minty toothpaste.

“Do you want a toothbrush? I have extras.” Your mouth half foamy as you brushed. 

He nodded as you shuffled around in your closet to pull out a new toothbrush and hand it to him. After reaching over you to fill his brush with toothpaste, he stood behind you, his broad frame filling the mirror. It was so simple. You two standing in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Something you did every day, without thought. A simple moment that filled your heart contently. You both spit out your toothpaste, and went to set your brushes back on the cup you had on your counter. Without a word or thought, Javi put his right next to yours. Like it had always been there.

[wnobin]

NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

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part eleven: one less lonely girl guy

you had already planned it all out, you knew the dorms would be mostly empty this week as everyone was on break and would be going home. you were finally going to confess to wonbin and decided that it was best that nobody else saw what you were about to do.

you had spent the past 2 days racking your brain on what to do to make this confession your best, even asking winter what wonbin’s favourite song used to be back then. you didn’t take wonbin to be a justin bieber fan, but you weren’t surprised. thank god wonbin was a belieber, it made things so much easier. the past day was spent making a poster that was decorated with blue glitter and little heart and star stickers pasted around. it took you half a day but you were proud of your work. you had gone to sleep that night with a racing heart, anxious about how the next day would go.

god if he rejects me because of this i’ll have to drop out and continue college overseas.

you showed up to his dorm in the afternoon, knowing it would be the most empty then with students going out. you left your dorm carrying a rather large poster and your phone in your hand only to be caught by winter, who was coincidentally leaving to get lunch with karina at the same time. “oh hey y/n! what’s that you’re holding?” you hid the rolled up poster behind your back, awkwardly giggling as you waved at them. “oh this? it’s nothing, just something for a project!” winter raised her eyebrow at you, not believing you at all but deciding to let it go, saying goodbye to you as she and karina took their leave.

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you made your way to wonbin’s dorm, considering turning back and scratching your plans altogether. maybe you should’ve come up with something less embarrassing. before you could change your mind, the door to wonbin’s dorm opened. he was about to take out the trash and saw you standing in front of him while holding a rolled up piece of paper. “hey y/n! i was just about to throw this out. what’s that?” he motioned to your poster and you knew it was too late to back down.

you gulped and placed your palm against wonbin’s chest, pushing him back inside his dorm so you wouldn’t have to confess to him out in his hallway. you pressed play on the song you had set up on your phone, one less lonely girl by justin bieber, as you unveiled your poster to a very confused looking wonbin. he had that signature blank look behind his eyes as he tried to process what was happening, his eyes scanning the words on the poster.

i may not be justin bieber but can i make you one less lonely girl guy?

wonbin stared at the poster for what seemed like forever, his mouth occasionally opening as if to say something, but he would close it, at a loss of words. he eventually covered his mouth but his widened eyes said everything he wasn’t actually saying. you were ready to roll up your poster again, feeling embarrassed at the lack of response.

just then, you could hear the footsteps of people behind you and the sound of a group of guys chattering. you turned your head only to be met by wonbin’s friends, one of them holding his phone up and recording. when you and anton made eye contact, you froze as his mouth dropped open. the other two guys with him stopped in their tracks as well, not blinking as they read the words on your poster. all five of you stood there not saying a word with justin bieber still playing in the background. without a word, wonbin held your arm and pulled you in and closed the door behind you, not even acknowledging his friends’ shocked expressions.

“i- i’m sorry, i don’t know what they’re going here.” wonbin finally broke the silence and looked at your face instead of the poster this time, his gaze on you soft and loving. “you did this for me?”

“yeah, i did. do you hate it? i’m sorry—” you could barely get your panicked apology out before being engulfed in a tight hug by wonbin, your bones almost getting crushed. “are you crazy? how could i hate it? this is the sweetest, and silliest, gesture anyone has ever done for me. i’m just disappointed that—”

“you’re disappointed? oh god.”

“you idiot, let me finish,” he flicked your forehead playfully as you winced, over exaggerating your pain. “i meant, i’m just disappointed that i didn’t get the chance to confess first. and also disappointed that i didn’t think of something as cool as you.” that caught you off guard. you didn’t know wonbin was planning to confess too. you gave him a look that prompted him to elaborate further. “it’s not much but i was planning to ask you to be mine by making us matching bracelets…” he trailed off, getting shy all of a sudden.

she must think it’s so lame, i don’t know if she even likes bracelets, i’ve never even seen her wear one.

wonbin’s overthinking was cut off by your squeal, a large grin spreading across your face as you held onto his hands, jumping up and down in joy. “you made us matching bracelets?!” he nodded sheepishly, muttering out that it’s not perfect yet. “nonsense! anything you touch is perfect to me, wonbin.” he couldn’t help but to place his hands on your cheeks, gently cupping your face and giving you no choice but to look up into his eyes. “you’re perfect to me.”

“i like you. like, a lot. iwannabeyours, wonbin.” you blurted out your rushed confession, heat rising to your cheeks. wonbin gently rubbed his thumb on your burning cheek, smiling softly at you.

“be mine, please.”

the distance between the both of you were so close that you could feel his warm breathing on your skin. before anything could happen, you were interrupted by the sound of shuffling feet outside the door, reminded that wonbin’s friends were still eavesdropping outside. wonbin groaned and swung the door open, revealing a stumbling sohee who clearly had his ear pressed against the door. he giggled awkwardly, apologising as anton and seunghan dragged him away, waving goodbye to the both of you as wonbin closed the door.

“so… the bracelets. can i see them?”

“my girl can see whatever she wants.”

a/n: thank you all so much for the support on this series that i came up with at literally 9am in the morning! i really appreciate all the nice comments and asks 🥹 i’ll be releasing an anton smau next so do check it out 🫶

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[onlymingyus]

Temporary

pairing; kim mingyu x reader

genre; angst

warnings; depression, comfort

w/c; 520 on the nose

requested; no

a/n; this is completely written from a personal place. i do honestly use writing as a place to vent and get out my own feelings and these past few weeks have been mentally very difficult. i hope you don't mind a little self-indulgence as i work through the things in my head.

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Fingers strum through your hair without a word being said. Nothing needs to be said because your tears and gentle sobs are enough to fill the space. It felt like your own mind and time were betraying you. Nothing had gone right in such a long time that it was beginning to feel like it may never again.

Mingyu moves in closer to you. His knees press against the back of yours as his left arm slides around your waist to pull you in closer. The man’s heart breaks for you knowing that he can’t change how you feel right now despite everything he wished he could do.

He had asked you to explain to him what was going on, and how it felt, but it was hard to put into words. How could you so easily explain feeling empty and alone even while you were in someone’s arms? How could you tell someone that you were falling apart when they were trying desperately to piece you back together constantly?

You knew this was in your mind. You knew that there would be blue skies and a clear mind at some point, but right now it seemed impossible. Your mind was a battlefield and you were stuck in the middle of a war you didn’t have any weapons to fight.

Nuding his nose against your neck, Mingyu closes his eyes and swallows hard as he holds you to him. The way he holds you is as if you were both made of glass and also like you might slip away if he held you too loosely. He finds a perfect balance and maintains his own emotions because he knows that’s what you need right now.

So many times you had been the rock that he would swim to in his own storm. Now he was going to stay here for as long as it took. Lips brush against your skin and you sob harder causing Mingyu to lace his fingers with yours almost apologetically for causing you to cry. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he still wanted to show you he understood.

“It’s temporary.”

You had said those words to him so many times before when Mingyu would think everything was impossible. When he would get to a point when it was too much, it was all too hard.

“It’s all temporary, baby.”

Mingyu’s lips barely graze your ear as he speaks, his fingers once again moving to pull your hair from your face so he can then wipe some of your tears from your cheeks. He knew more would take their place, but he wasn’t going anywhere. The pain was temporary but he wasn’t. You weren’t temporary.

You can only nod before your shoulders shake almost as if you are in pain at hearing Mingyu’s words. He knew logically you weren’t in pain, still, he can’t help the way his brain tells him to check you, to protect you. Warm fingers move over your cheeks as he whispers soft words of adoration and encouragement all while telling you it’s okay to take your time with the pain.

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What's Mine is Yours

A/N: This was so fun to write! It's a little bit on the shorter side, but I hope you all enjoy :) @hufflepuff1619 thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it <3

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.4k

request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a one shot please for Lockwood. The reader works for Lockwood and Co and because of their job, she gets nightmares a lot and that usually ends up with her sleeping in Lockwoods bed and it basically become her bedroom too. Thank you. - by @hufflepuff1619

taglist: @maraschinomerry @marinalor @oblivious-idiot @lockwood-lover @givemea-dam-break (if you wanna be added/removed, just send me an ask/message :))

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The only sound in the cold night air was the cab driving down the street, lights quickly disappearing in the thick fog drifting over the pavement. Lockwood, George, Lucy and Y/N stood in front of 35 Portland Row, duffle bags on the ground next to them.

"Well, let's get inside and get some sleep", Lockwood's voice cut through the silence just as the ghost lamp at the corner switched off. The gate creaked as he pushed it open, and the small light next to the door switched on, illuminating the uneven stones that paved the way to the steps. He carried his bag up to the door and set it down, reaching for the keys in his pockets. He fumbled with them, almost dropping them before he found the right one and unlocked the door. It swung open and he let the other three trudge past him before he entered and closed the door again, leaving the darkness of the night outside.

The light in the hallway, though homely and warm, showed just how exhausted everyone was. No words were exchanged as they all left their bags by the door, the clean-up a concern for the next morning, and went into the kitchen. George immediately set a kettle on the stove, and Y/N sat down on one of the chairs while Lockwood rummaged in one of the cabinets for some biscuits.

Lucy grabbed one from the plate he set down on the table and excused herself to bed with a 'good night' mumbled out between bites of biscuit.

Y/N took the cup George gave her and gave him a thankful smile. She poured a bit of sugar in and stirred a few times, watching the liquid swirl around her spoon. She was tired, eyes threatening to fall close every few minutes. She had already dozed off on the cab ride home. But as much as she wanted nothing more than to curl up under her blanket and fall into a deep sleep, she also knew that it probably wouldn't be that easy.

"That ghost was something, huh?" Lockwood said to no one in particular. George snapped out of staring at the wall and nodded slowly. "At least this time, we weren't wholly unprepared."

He was right. From that perspective, tonight's case had gone great - no ugly surprises, and everything had been just the way George had predicted it with the material he had researched. They had worked together fabulously, and for once, no one was subjected to a near-death experience. Unfortunately, that was unusual.

"Raw-Bones are truly the worst", Lockwood said contemplatively, examining the biscuit he was holding closely before taking a bite. "Haven't seen a visitor this nasty and revolting in a long time."

Y/N squeezed her eyes closed, trying hard to stop her brain from conjuring up the memory of the ghost they had encountered just a few hours ago. "I think I'll go to bed as well", she said quietly and got up. She could feel Lockwood's eyes follow her as she walked over to the sink and emptied her cup into it. She hated wasting perfectly good tea, but right now she didn't feel she could stomach even one more sip.

She slowly made her way upstairs, feeling heavy and tired. A dull ache had started to form behind her forehead and after she exchanged her ectoplasm-stained clothes for soft pyjamas, she finally climbed into her bed and sighed a breath of relief. She pulled the blanket up under her chin and curled her knees to her chest, head comfortably buried in her fluffy pillow. She reached out from under her blanket to switch off the small nightlamp on her bedside table, and then her room was pitch black.

She did not yet close her eyes, but instead just stared into the dark, trying to calm her breathing. She listened to the quiet creaking of the floorboards as either George or Lockwood moved around one floor below her room. After a while, doors closed and the only thing that was left to hear was her own breaths. She pulled her blanket tighter around herself and tried to close her eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

But the moment she did, her mind was flooded with the gruesome pictures of the Raw-Bones she had fought off hours earlier. One would think being an agent and fighting off ghosts for a living would get easier with time, and in some ways, it did - where she started as a talented but terrified ten year old she was now a capable agent. But no matter how well she did in the field, her sleep suffered after especially horrific cases, just like the one tonight.

George had prepared them - they knew what was coming. But seeing the skinless corpse, bloody all over with ribs sticking out, eyes bulging out as it robbed over the floor, leaving a trail of blood that was of course just ectoplasm but sure as hell didn't look like it - it was enough for her to know that the nightmares would come.

She opened her eyes again, quickly switching on her night lamp. The warm light was comforting. She knew that sleep was impossible tonight. Should she go down to Lockwood's room? He had been kind and understanding from the moment she first knocked at his door after a nightmare that had left her shaking a few weeks after she had started working here. After that, it had happened a few other times - and even though he never gave her the feeling that she was too much, maybe he just wanted to be nice.

A few minutes later she was tip-toeing down the stairs. Maybe he was just being nice, and maybe it meant nothing at all, but she desperately needed sleep and knew it wasn't going to happen if she stayed in her bed by herself.

In front of his bedroom door, she hesitated for a moment, not quite sure of herself. But then she took a deep breath and knocked three times, just like every time before. It was silent in his room, and for a moment she thought he was already asleep and was ready to turn around, but then she heard rustling and footsteps behind the door.

The door swung open and revealed Lockwood in his pyjamas, hair already messy. "Y/N. Are you okay? Another nightmare?" The way he said it made it clear that he was concerned, and not at all annoyed like she had feared. Her shoulders slumped down. "Not yet", she whispered. "But I can't sleep."

He extended his hand to her and she hesitantly took it, allowing him to pull her into the room and closer to him. He closed the door behind her, and now they stood in darkness. He squeezed her hand and led her to his bed where he switched on the night light.

"Do you wanna sleep here tonight?" She nodded and he climbed into bed, scooting over so that she had enough space to lay down next to him and lifted the blanket. The spot was still warm from him laying the moments earlier. He reached over her to switch off the light, and she could feel his breath at the back of her head and his warm body pressed up to hers. He didn't pull his arm back, instead wrapped it around her and pulled her closer to his chest.

She suddenly felt very hot and was glad that the room was dark, otherwise, he would have seen the intense blush that coloured her cheeks crimson. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but she was flustered just the same, every single time.

"Sorry that I'm bothering you again", she said quietly, cringing at how loud it still sounded. He was silent for a moment. "You're not bothering me, Y/N. You could never bother me." He paused and leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear. "Do you wanna know a secret? Every time a case is especially scary, I lie here and wait and hope for you to show up at my door."

She swallowed hard. This was new. His thumb was tracing patterns over her stomach where he was holding her. "Really?", she asked, breathless. "You don't mind sharing your bed?"

"Not if it's with you." He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. "What's mine is yours, as long as you want it."

thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

[corpsebasil]

Princes and Prostitutes +18

Nikolai and Y/N, the absolute meanest, most ridiculous pirate queen of the seas, had been running for their lives the past few days.

They’d been hiding in inns, taverns, and even went so far as to squash themselves together in the contraband compartment in someone’s wagon, all in hopes to escape the Stadwatch that trailed their every movements. The guards seemed to have a sixth sense for the two privateers, and the two of them were sick of being squashed together at all hours. It was all his fault, too, for bickering with her over who was docking where in Ketterdam, only for them to damage their own ships and take out several others by accident.

Hers was wrecked beyond belief and was being worked on, the dock crew promising to have it sent to Ravka with some other travelers as long as she didn’t wind up in jail. She bristled at the idea of anyone else operating her ship, but she didn’t have much of a choice.

Idiot, that’s what he was, and she’d gladly informed him of it.

“Come on,” Nikolai whispered, tugging the girl along as they ducked into an alleyway. Saints, he really was an idiot. It was a dead end. “Dammit we—” he paused, head snapping around when he heard the approaching sound of guards. “We’re going to die.”

“You’re going to die.” She argued, glancing around the alley. The only people other than them were a couple of prostitutes and their night’s customers, tucked into different areas and ignoring everyone else with trained skill. Her nose wrinkled. “Nevermind. We might.”

“Quick,” Nikolai said, yanking his cloak off as he backed against the dark wall, his face covered in shadow. “act like a whore.”

“Excuse me?”

“They’re almost here just do it.”

She opened her mouth to snap at him but tensed when she heard the footsteps growing closer; they were right around the corner, and she sure as hell hadn’t planned on spending the rest of her years in a sinkhole of a prison. Nikolai seemed to read the expression on her face and tugged her forward, almost tripping her when he yanked her completely up against him.

She bristled at the proximity, even more so when one of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other hand slipping into her hair as if to play with it. He smirked, the playboy incarnate, and tilted his head down towards hers. She hated to admit it, but he smelled really, really good, and he was even more handsome up close than she’d realized.

“I still hate you.” She whispered, glaring up at him, at those blue eyes filled with mischief. And as the first Stadwatch rounded the corner, searching for two criminals on the run, he simply smiled and said, “You can kill me later.”, before lowering his mouth to hers.

She pressed her hands against his chest hard, attempting to keep some space between them, but his mouth was—and she—

Her eyes slipped closed as her hands clenched tightly around the material of his shirt, and pressed her body closer to his. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped him harder, her restraint breaking when his hand pressed deeper into her break and his fingers carded through her hair.

After five or so minutes, all signs of the guards, and the prostitutes, were gone. Clearly whoever their customers were were eager to get out of the way of the officers, likely criminals in their own rights. But Nikolai had now gotten Y/N pinned against the wall instead of himself, and was kissing her languidly, as if they had all the time in the world instead of only the next few minutes they’d bought themselves with their ruse.

“Nik—” she gasped against his mouth, attempting to push him away, but he only smirked again, and nipped her bottom lip. She jolted in surprise, opening her mouth to curse at him, but he only took the opportunity to slide his tongue over the injured lip, and her brain emptied of the harsh words she’d been preparing. “Nik.” She repeated on a sigh, and he let out a small noise of pleasure, pulling her left leg up and wrapping it around his waist.

With the difference in the angle between them he was able to press his hips roughly against her own, and she made a sound that crossed between a gasp and a moan. He stiffened, pulling his head back half an inch and scanning her face.

“If you make a sound like that again I’m going to take you right here in this alleyway.”

Her stomach dropped and she shoved him off, ignoring her flushed cheeks and likely swollen lips. But then he grinned, that shit-eating, sarcastic grin of his, and her glare was right back on her face.

“I’m not interested in other pirates.” She scoffed, wiping her mouth as if to remove evidence of his kisses. “I like my men powerful. And not on the seas.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

“Technically, I’m also a—”

A loud crack of thunder echoed around them as the skies began to open up, Y/N tilting her face up to receive the first droplets. Her mood darkened further. She had no intentions of walking around like a wet cat; she’d catch her death in this weather.

“Here,” Nikolai offered, quickly shrugging off his jacket and holding it over her head like an umbrella.

“I don’t need your stupid jacket.” She snapped, and began walking away, stomping down the street towards the nearest inn. He followed without comment and did his best to bite back a smile when he pressed closer and wrapped his jacket over the both of them, and she didn’t protest.

They were quiet as they walked, but his heart was still thrumming in his chest. Sure, she annoyed him, and had the temperament of a feral raccoon, but there was no denying her beauty, or the fact that when she’d moaned when he pushed his hips against hers…

He stifled a rush of desire and forced himself not to look down at her, and not to breathe in the sweet smell of her perfume too deeply. A smell that was slowly being washed away by the rain, his jacket beginning to soak, and with no small ounce of relief they pushed through the door of a shoddy looking inn and stepped into the dry warmth.

The innkeeper barely gave them a second glance before handing them a room key. Y/N insisted on two, and rather than fight with her anymore, he grumbled his annoyance and slid the extra cost across the counter. He snatched up the second key and began walking towards the stairs, eager for a hot bath, maybe change his clothes…

Y/N kept right in step with him, only to knock him aside with her hip as she cut in front of him to the stairs. She squeaked out loud when his hands grabbed her waist and he picked her up, turning to set her back down behind him. Her arms crossed.

“Really?” She asked, rolling her eyes. “It’s just stairs.”

“No cutting in line.” He grinned when she cursed under her breath, but didn’t try it again as they made their way up to their rooms. His floor was first, so he gave her a mocking salute as she continued up, his eyes catching a glimpse of her backside in her tight, way too tight, pants.

“Stop looking at my ass, Lantsov.” She called down, not even turning as she wounded a step and moved out of sight.

He was still chuckling to himself when he unlocked his room, shut the door, and began running himself a bath.

***

Y/N was brushing her hair when a knock hit her door. At first she jumped; but if it was the Stadwatch, they would’ve simply barged in. Mumbling under her breath she stood, tightening the thin robe the inn had provided around her, and opened the door.

Nikolai stood front of her, his arm braced against the doorway, a fresh shirt and pants on him. His hair was damp, and a piece of it was stuck to his forward. Her fingers itched to push it away, but instead she cocked her head, tapping a bare foot on the floor.

“Can I help you?” She asked sweetly, mockingly sweet, but for once he didn’t smirk. In fact, his grin was half-hearted when he replied.

“Just…making sure you didn’t drown in your bath.”

“How kind.” She waited in silence for him to continue, but when he just kept glancing around her room, then at her, she sighed impatiently. “Nik, what are you—”

He moved forward and shut the door, his hands immediately darting up to grasp her face as he kissed her. It was harsher than the ones in the alleyway, more bruising and rushed, and she choked on a surprised gasp before she shoved him off.

“What the hell—you can’t just—”

“Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave.” He promised, eyes burning down at her, and her mouth went dry. She looked around the room as if for another exit, but he touched her face again. “Y/N, tell me.”

“I—” her voice faltered as she looked at his mouth, and that was all the permission he needed before he kissed her again, backing her up towards the bed.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft groan, her mouth parting on a sigh when he climbed over her, pressing every inch of that glorious body of his against her. His kissed her mouth, then her jaw, and she whispered his name reverently as her fingers clutched him to her. His lips trailed warm kisses down her neck, and then his free hand tugged at the ties of her robe, and she sat up on her elbows to watch him.

His eyes took her in as he parted the fabric, a mumbled curse leaving those perfect lips. She would’ve grinned, if only for the fact that he hadn’t bent down and put his mouth on her chest, licking her and making her head fall back on a moan.

“You’re gorgeous.” He breathed, moving down to her stomach, tugging her robe off as he went. “Your body is…” he didn’t finish, only paused above her navel, listening to her shallow breathing as he neared the apex of her thighs. “I should corner you in alleyways more often, shouldn’t I?” He teased.

“This was your…evil plan, huh?” She let out a breathy laugh, her heart quickening when he picked up that same left leg and tucked it over her shoulder. “Wreck my ship just so you can—oh.” She gasped and almost choked on it when he licked her slowly, then circled his tongue around the bud he then sucked gently on. “Nik.” Her voice practically whined his name, and his chuckle sent vibrations across her center.

“Tell me how it feels, love.” He said against her, before slipping his fingers between her legs, deep.

She only gasped his name, her heel digging into his back. She was definitely going to bruise him but she didn’t care, not when her fingers were locked in a vise like grip on his curls and his mouth was doing that to her.

“You’re shaking.” He observed, adding a bit more pressure with his tongue, and she tugged his hair harder, her voice cracking in half when she spoke.

“Nik I’m—”

“I know.” He said, cocky bastard that he was, and she came, barely able to yank in a sharp breath into her lungs as her body jerked with the shot of intense pleasure that blossomed up between her legs. Her foot pressed harder against his back before she weakened, shoving at his head and when the sensitivity became too much.

He still licked her one more time anyways, for good measure, and she could’ve smacked him for it.

She was exhausted, but she still reached for the waist of his pants, only to see him retreating from her.

“Where are you—” she asked, watching him walk to the other side of the bed. He tugged off his shirt and pants, and blew the candles out, slipping under the covers. She followed suit, her confusion still hanging in the air when he didn’t immediately leap onto her and fuck her lights out. “Nik?”

“When I have you for the first time, it’s not going to be in some inn.” Was his explanation, rolling to face her. She snorted.

“Really? You’re not going to—?”

“Not tonight.” He said, reaching out to wind her hair around his fingers. “But I can go down on you as many times as you want me to, sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart.” She informed him, but her face still warmed at his words. Damn her, he was starting to worm his way inside of her heart. The bastard. “Do you think we’re going to make it out of here?” She whispered now, meeting his eyes.

He didn’t respond at first, only brought his face closer and kissed her softly, his nose pressed to hers as he ran a hand down her bare side, marveling at the expanse of smooth skin.

“It’s you and me, Y/N.” He told her, and nestled into her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “We always make it out of trouble.”

She laughed softly, burrowing into him. She never would have done this before today, she tried to tell herself. It definitely wasn’t chemistry that kept them on their toes around one another, their sharp tongues and attitudes covering up need. But as she ran a hand up his shoulder to touch his hair again, she felt a rush of desire so intense it almost took her breath away.

“Easy, tiger.” His dark chuckle against her hair made her redden, and she nipped at his chest, making his laugh gutter out. “We’re leaving at dawn. I want you in my bedroom with nothing but your wonderful attitude.”

“You love my attitude.” She muttered, but flushed from head to toe, legs winding with his as she tried not to imagine what exactly he was planning on doing to her once they got back on his ship and left Ketterdam.

This one’s for the nasty gals you’re welcome

[theemporium]

Oh, please write for Mat! What about something fluffy with surprising the partner at home?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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You were dragging your feet by the time you reached your apartment after work.

The exhaustion you felt went beyond lack of sleep and long days, it was set deep in your bones and made every part of your body feel ten times heavier than usual. Everything felt harder than usual. From falling asleep at night to getting up in the morning, from focusing in classes to paying attention during your shifts, from just pushing your body to work on some twisted sense of routine that made you feel like you were a robot completing tasks to the fact you hadn’t felt like yourself in a while.

It was tiring, it was exhausting and you didn’t know what to do about it. And coming home to a completely empty apartment didn’t help settle the unease in your chest, the one that had been bubbling since Mat left for a roadie over a week ago. 

However, being on the other side of the country only put a damper on your already shitty mood. By the time you could manage a conversation over message or call, it was late for you and you were fighting to keep your eyes open, even if you knew you would inevitably be tossing in your bed for a few hours trying to fall asleep. Though, you never did sleep well when Mat was gone.

Despite every cell in your body screaming for you to forget dinner and curl up in bed with the hopes that you could manage more than a few hours of sleep for your first day off in almost two weeks, you knew there was still so much buzzing in your mind for you to do and you didn’t even think the comfort of being home would help. 

You were so lost in your thoughts that it took three attempts before you managed to slot the key into the lock, turn the handle and shuffle inside. You hadn’t even acknowledged the extra pair of shoes by the door or noted the bag dumped a few feet away. 

You didn’t even catch on to any of it until you lifted your head and found Mat standing there, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and hoodie, with his arms spread open and a massive grin on his face as he stared right back at you. 

“Surprise!”

You blinked, your brain unable to even process the sight in front of you.

“We decided to take a late night flight because the early morning one got cancelled so we came home early,” Mat explained as he closed the distance between you, grinning at your silence thinking you were just shocked. “Couldn’t wait to get home to my girl.”

The second he was close enough, Mat wasted no time in winding his arms around your waist and tugging you close until you practically fell into his chest. He grinned down at you, so giddy and happy to just be back home with you that it took a few seconds before he noticed your silence, before he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the glaze over your eyes like you weren’t fully focused, like you were disassociating. 

“Oh baby,” he murmured, his voice softer and quieter as he raised his hand to gently cup your face, to let his thumb brush over the apple of your cheek as your body instinctively sagged against his touch. 

“M’just a little tired,” you tried to wave him off, but this was Mat. This was Mat who wasn’t just your boyfriend but your best friend, the one who saw right through your bullshit and bad excuses. “I’m glad you’re home. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he murmured, his lips twitching upwards before he leaned down to place a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. “And I’m glad I’m home too, can take care of my girl like she deserves.”

You sighed. “Mat—”

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he whispered, a glint in his eyes that made your heart race in your chest. “Please.”

“Just hold me.” You hated the way your voice cracked as you spoke. “I just really missed being in your arms.”

His grip on you instantly tightened as he brought you closer, as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close until your cheek was pressed against his chest, the smell of his hoodie so comforting and so him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

“Always,” he answered as he pressed another kiss along your hairline. “How about ordering from that Thai place you like?”

“I thought you hated it,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“I like some of it,” he argued weakly but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Tonight is your choice. Tomorrow we can order something obscene I like that will make the trainers cry.”

You laughed lightly, and the sound made his grin widened. “Deal.”

“Good, now go get changed into something comfy,” Mat murmured as he pulled you away from his chest, lightly pushing you in the direction of your shared bedroom. “M’gonna put on that show you like.”

“And you won’t get offended when I ogle Damon Salvatore?” You questioned, mostly teasing as you took a few steps backwards.

Mat rolled his eyes, but still smiled as he placed his hand over his heart. “Scout’s promise, baby.” He paused for a moment. “Even if I’m much hotter than him.”

“No doubt about it, baby.”

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[toournextadventure]

bad dreams ii

Summary: Tara was so used to you coming to save her from the nightmares and fear. Now it seemed it was time for her to return the favour.

Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, set after Scream VI (extremely vague spoilers) Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (bad dreams?)

Tara woke with a start. Her eyes flew open and air rushed back into her lungs like she had been drowning for a century. But she immediately squeezed her eyes shut again when the lights finally blinded her, shooting a pain through her brain.

"Fuck," she mumbled before rubbing her eyes, trying to ease the sleepiness and headache at the same time.

Once she eased her eyes open again, she pushed herself into a sitting position and took in her surroundings. Every single light and lamp in the room was turned on, including the nightlights that were plugged into each outlet. A safety bar was locked against the window in two separate places. The door to the room was open and she could see the hallway light was on as well.

"Baby?” She asked as she reached out to your side of the bed.

It was cold and empty.

“Baby?” She called again, a little louder. There was no sound of movement, no indication of where you had gone.

With a shaky exhale, she pushed the covers down her legs and planted her feet on the ground. She silently thanked you for buying the rug to keep her feet warm during the colder months. Not that it mattered much when she stepped onto the cold wooden floor a moment later, but it still made it a little more bearable.

With more hesitation than she was comfortable with, she peeked her head through the doorway and into the hall. Every light was on, which she had been aware of, but there was still no one to be seen. Sam was out with her boy toy so the only ones who should have been present were you and her.

Which meant you were missing.

She took in a few deep, slow breaths, trying to build up the courage to step out into the hall. It took too long, and her own hesitance brought tears of frustration to the brim of her eyes, but she finally forced herself to walk down the hall and into the living room.

Those tears spilled over when she saw you sitting against the far wall, eyes wide and watching every entrance and exit of the apartment.

You still had a few stitches above your eye and peeking out from the collar of your shirt. Thankfully the infection had eased, for the most part, but the wounds still looked agitated. It was clear you were in pain by the way you sat stiffly and grimaced with every other breath.

The wooden baseball bat you had brought all those weeks ago - now stained with blood - rested in your lap as your hands gripped the handle so tightly your bruised knuckles paled. Your eyes flickered back and forth between every window, door, and hallway; looking, but not seeing anything. And it broke Tara’s heart.

“Baby?” She said softly, hoping to not startle you out of your anxiety-driven vigilance. It didn’t really matter, you still flinched anyway.

“Doors are locked,” you said in a scratchy voice.

“I know,” she said as she took slow, deliberate steps over to you. “Thank you for locking them.”

“Phones are off,” you continued, not really looking at her. She finally got close enough to sit down beside you, being careful not to jostle you.

“That’s smart,” she said, keeping her eyes on your face. You looked utterly exhausted.

“Is this what you went through in Woodsboro?” You asked, finally turning to look at her even just for a moment.

She hated hearing the name Woodsboro. Hated all the feelings it evoked within her, all the aches it forced back into her skin and heart. Nothing good came from Woodsboro, and nothing good came from talking about it. So she wanted to tell you that no, it wasn’t, because Woodsboro didn’t matter.

But it did matter, and after the destruction and violence you had been thrust into, you deserved to know. You deserved to know that yes, it is what she went through in Woodsboro. Much like you, she had been stabbed and attacked and used as in Ghostface’s sadistic game. Now you both wore the scars like badges of survival in a game you had never wanted to be a part of.

“It is,” Tara finally said softly. You nodded subconsciously and looked back around the room.

“It sucks,” you said, causing both you and Tara to let out nervous chuckles.

“Yeah it does,” she agreed. “We probably need… so much therapy.”

Your nervous chuckle turned into a watery laugh that died off into slight hyperventilation before fading into nothing more than the occasional sniffle. The colour was slowly returning to your knuckles and, even though the colour was bruised, at least it meant you were easing up.

“Why are you awake?” You asked. Tara shifted a bit before leaning into your side; you quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder to hold her close.

“I’m always awake at-” she looked at her watch; 2:36am “-2:30 in the morning.”

“It’s not 2:30,” you answered with a small smile.

“I had a bad dream,” she said with a shrug. Her fingers brushed lightly over the bandage still covering your hip. “Why are you awake?”

“I had a bad dream,” you said.

“Wanna talk about it?” Tara asked.

You stayed silent, which was about what she had expected. But you pulled her closer anyway, inhaling sharply when she pressed against another wound, but you didn’t let go. Your fingers ceaselessly rubbed patterns on her shoulder, so much so that she thought you were going to rub the skin off.

“My mom said she could teach us some self defense,” you said, changing the subject. Tara wasn’t going to argue. “Made sure to let me know we probably could’ve avoided getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see her take down Ghostface,” Tara grumbled, and you chuckled in return.

She liked your mom, she really did. The woman was an ex-marine and impressive as hell. But she was also cocky; not just confident, full on cocky. That in itself had its ups and downs, but in this situation? That was the last thing she wanted to hear.

“I told her yes,” you said after a moment’s silence. “It’s not like it would hurt anything.”

“Besides my pride,” Tara said. “Your mom has been looking for an excuse to kick my ass for months.”

“It’s with love,” you said, turning your head to look at Tara once again. There was the beginning of a sparkle that was starting to return. “She wouldn’t waste her time if she didn’t like you.”

“That explains so much about you,” she said with a shake of her head.

“You love it,” you said with your own smile.

“I do,” she whispered before leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

She didn’t want to push it with you, not now. After the attack in the theatre, you had been distant. It was understandable, of course, you had been brutalised by all accounts. But she had missed touching you, and kissing you, and having you near. If all she could get was one quick kiss, she would be happy.

When you leaned down again, chasing her for another kiss, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. You still tasted vaguely of copper and coffee, but it was you. The kiss was rushed, clumsy, almost like some teenagers finally getting a moment alone. But it was also filled with an urgency, a desperation that only came from living through a life-or-death situation.

“I love you, Tara,” you whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she answered. You pressed another quick kiss to her lips before pulling back and holding her close once again.

“Remember when I said you and Sam are danger magnets?” You asked. You were back to looking all around the room.

“Yeah?”

“I’m revising my statement,” you said with a nod.

“To what?” Tara asked, pulling back just enough to see the expressions on your face.

“You’re not danger magnets,” you said. “You are the danger.”

“Shut up,” Tara said as she pushed against your shoulder.

“Not sure I can sleep in the same bed as a murderer,” you continued even though she could see the smile on your face.

“You’re such a dick.”

“You love me,” you said quickly.

“Do I?” She asked.

“I got stabbed five times for you,” you said. “Plus a bullet, so you better love me.”

“I took over a dozen,” she said with a curl of her lip. “You might need to up your game.”

“We definitely need therapy,” you mumbled, but your smile stayed.

“Yeah we do,” Tara agreed, but wrapped her arms around your waist and held you closer anyway.

It would be a long, grueling journey to healing. But if you were going to be there with her through it all, it would be worth it. After all, you were both Survivors. And Survivors stuck together.

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What if... hidden horror au (I blame my moot for this bc they keep posting horror aus and I eat that shit up every. Damn. Time)

Cw: vulgar language but only a little, and also horror themes (obviously), and also (nongraphic)vomiting in fear near the end, it's a long one fyi

The 141 sent to investigate the mysterious disappearance of an entire military operation. It seemingly happened in less than 18 hours, a fully staffed military base, just gone.

When they get there it's nearing 1900 hours and night-time is approaching rapidly. The base itself looks... unremarkable. From the outside at least, only faint, indistinguishable sounds until they get closer. From the inside however... the red auxiliary lights have come on, and the emergency alarm is blaring, and... it's unnerving empty, and nearly silent save for the alarm. If you learn anything from anything, it's that human populated areas are rarely ever silent. Much less a military base.

Due to the unknown variables price splits them into pairs to cover more ground effectively. He and gaz head for security and comms, to see if they can find any leads. He sends soap and ghost off to look for any signs of life.

They spend an hour search and clearing room after room, finding only dropped and strewn items, but not a soul to be found.

It's not too much later that they kick open the southeast wing, and they both freeze. A shiver of anything but cold runs through both of them, but the hall is still empty, and differs minimally from any other area of the base they've cleared so far, so the push on.

They're... twitchier than normal for some reason, so when they slam open the door of another room and the lights flicker and cut out before backup emergency light flick on they both flinch. Logically they don't how long the base has been running on aux power, so it's probably just the generators running low, but that doesn't stop them from glancing frantically at eachother. The have to take a breath and remind themselves that it's nothing they haven't experienced before, even if their hearts are beating a mile a minute.

When they hear a wicker of sound from the hall they whip around, eyes wide with dis-calm, breathing shallow. Soap's eyes flick to Ghost for reassureance. Ghost doesn't look at him, keeping his eyes trained on the door as he flicks his comm line open. Soap follows suit automatically, breathing still shaky.

"Price, get visuals on the southeast wing." Ghost's voice feeds through the thick air, and soap's ear piece. Piercing, start and stop, feedback, that had them turning the volume on their radios way low, was their only response. "Price." He tried again. "Price. how copy?" Nothing but that incessantly wavering tone.

"Gaz? You copy?" Soap took a few hesitant steps back into the hall. Ghost followed. The tone of his radio racketed up to ear piercing volume before lowering back down to a low, almost slow... clicking(?) sound, that made soap balls want to shoot back up into his body. "Gaz?"

soap almost looked back at Ghost, but then suddenly Ghost was flying out of there, and pushing Soap ahead of him. soap had no choice but to follow, his legs moving even before his brain registered the heart stopping stabbing, or the unchilled shivers that wracked his through his hands.

and it's not until they've left the south side of the base entirely that his brain even begins to register the bone-quivering presence that was behind them, that had been breathing over their shoulders. still they don't stop running.

it's only when they reach the doors of the base entrance that soap's mind reboots and he remembers they didn't come here alone. he skids to a stop at the threshold, blocking the way out.

"what are you doing?! Go!" Ghost growls at him, frantic and afraid, shoving bodily at soap. he doesn't let up.

"Price and Gaz." he spits. Ghost freezes, eyes darting side to side erratically.

ghost turns abruptly, breath hitching with fear, marching determinedly back into the base. soap follows close behind, not willing to be left alone, nor to leave Ghost on his own to find their other two companions.

soap thinks about simply radioing them from his comms, but something about the eerie quiet keeps him from doing so. he swallows nervously as they walk down hallway after hallway.

they turn down one last corner, and suddenly the pressing fear that seemed to permeate the air, slams down on his lungs with all to tangible horrifying terror. his hands tremble terribly as he clenches his eyes closed as tightly as he could, and forces himself to take another step forward, and another, until he's shoulder to shoulder with his frozen in place Lieutenant.

"close-" he swallows the thick bile that tries to climb up his throat, "close your eyes. it helps with-" he had to clear his throat again, it seemed too loud for the silence, "it helps with the fear. just- just close your eyes. Ghost- Simon. close your eyes." he begged, violently fighting down the rising bile in his throat, when Ghost still didn't move. he grabbed Ghost by the bicep and squeezed as hard as he could, trying to get some sort of reaction.

he hears a shivered breath come from the taller man, and when he finally musters the courage to open his eyes he looks immediately at Ghost. even through the mask, his face looks sunken with fear, and he's shaking harder than a leaf in a hurricane, but his eyes are closed nonetheless. he clamps his eyes back shut again.

he's quick to stumble backwards, still gripping onto Ghost as hard as he could, until his back hit the wall, and he turns them down the corner. Ghost noticeably untenses some as soon as they're further down the hallway, and the pressing fear lifts just the tiniest bit. still he does not let go, nor does he open his eyes, moving them back to the base entrance on feel and memory alone.

it's only when the cool night air registers in his panic addled brain does he open his eyes, though he still doesn't let go of ghost. he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. he clears his throat once, twice. "we're outside. you can open your eyes now." the words come out scratchy and weak.

it's only when ghost unclenches his own eyes that he realizes there are tear tracks streaking through the black grease paint surrounding his eyes, and he can see the pale skin underneath is almost grey with still present terror.

he quickly becoming apparent to him that ghost cannot go back in there again. he nearly lets out a sound of sob when he realizes, but takes the sound in a firm grip and doesn't let it up as he begins to strip out of his heaviest gear. he swallows again when he's finally down to nothing but his sidearm strapped to his thigh, and a knife at his hip. he feels naked going back in without his gear, but it won't do him much good against it anyway, and he's favoring speed anyway. plus he needs both hands free to drag Price and Gaz out...

ghost tries to stop him as he gearing down, but he doesn't listen, just telling him to gather up his gear with a firm look. it doesn't look like Ghost has the wherewithal to argue against him, and it's confirmed when he does as he's told.

a whimper escapes him as he enters the doors into the base again, but he forces himself forward. he doesn't stop until his legs will no longer listen to him, then he closes his eyes, and shuffles forward anyway, using the wall to guide him back. the only sounds are his shuffling steps, and terrified breaths in the suffocating silence.

he only stops when he hears another set of noises. breathing, not his own. he forces his eyes open despite the dread that squeezed his heart to bursting. ten feet away price stands, his back to him, trembling where he's frozen. three feet further, Gaz lays prone on the ground, eyes wide open in frozen fear, but his chest is moving still.

when he can't stomach to keep his eyes open he closes them tight again, working his way forward on memory alone until he knocks into price. it feels like the man wobbles but stays standing, soap crouches and wraps around the front of him, one clammy, shaking hand anchored firmly on his ankle, feeling around until his hand meets Gaz's temple. the terror has him quivering and nearly ready to hurl, it's only sheer will power that keeps him from doing so.

he flails around for a moment until he can grab the strap on the back of Gaz's vest, and drag him closer. he needs to pick him up but he's unwilling to let go of Price in the process, so he pulls Gaz until he can hoist him up on his knee and eventually onto his back.

it takes longer than he wants it to with his clumsy, trembling hands, but he does it. as soon as he has a firm hold on Gaz, he drags himself up, moving his hold from Price's ankle onto his vest strap. his heart is racing, and he's shaking, and his hands are cold and sweaty with fear, he needs out. out. out. everything in his being screams at him to get. out.

as soon as he has a firm hold on both men he's scrambling back the way he came, careless of how price falls backwards, only saved from slamming his head on the concrete by soap's frantic pace, and iron will of a grip on the back of his vest. he goes and goes and goes, eyes shut tight, moving on memory alone, slamming into corners and walls alike, but he doesn't stop. not as he slams into a corner so hard he splits his lip, not as he hits a wall hard enough that he can feel wetness sliding from his brow, not as he retches in fear.

and for the love of all that he cares about he does not let go. not until he hears ghost trying to calm his spooked mind, and he's sure they're outside again.

it's only then that his grip weakens, and he's sure that price and gaz crash to the ground, but he can't tell because he's keeled over retching terror and panic onto the uneven ground, trying to stop the sobs from completely sapping his shaking body of the last of his strength.

he's not completely sure what happens after that, it's all mostly a haze addled memory. shakily dragging a barely conscious price back to the exfil, helo that Ghost must've called, while Ghost carried Gaz's shellshocked form. the flight back was silent, or he thinks it waas at least, he can't remember. getting checked out by medical, Ghost was the best out of all of them, Gaz and Price seemed to come out of it soon after they arrived back on base, but soap was still wide-eyes and shaking by the end of 2 hours' observation in medical. they'd discharged him when it became apparent that there wasn't much they could do for him, under the condition that he was kept under constant watch until he came out of it.

it was nearing the end of what could be called afternoon when Soap came back to himself enough for his brain to begin memory storage again. he was laid, shivering, down on the couch of the 141 private rec room couch. ghost was sat in the loveseat next to his head, quietly reading aloud to him. he was still trembling when he pushed himself sitting, ghost stopped reading abruptly to watch him.

"how are you feeling?" he asked, almost passing soap a mug of lukewarm tea from the coffee table before noticing that his hands were still shaking too much to not spill the liquid everywhere. soap looked down at his hand, still feeling a little thrown from his body, and clenched them tight trying to get them to still, to no avail. "hungry?"

soap's stomach roiled at the thought of food and he grimaced. ghost took that as the answer it was and let it go, as soap unclenched his fists. he looked down at his hands, willing them to stop trembling. they did not seem like they were willing to listen to him any longer after being pushed so far beyond their limits. Ghost laid a steady, hand on his own.

"the doctor said it'll go away in it's own time." he said gently. soap huffed, but let it go, and ghost released his light hold.

a zagging line of cold ran up his side when Ghost moved his hand, and he shivered into it. evidently Ghost noticed because in the next moment he was snuggling into the brit's side, trying to stave off an imagined cold that felt real enough to him.

it's a little while later of comfortable quiet that his slow mind coujures up a thought. "Price? Gaz?" he croaks into the velvety atmosphere, such a stark difference from the last thing he remembers.

"they're okay. you got them out." Ghost says calmly

"you?" his brain can't quite come up with multi-word ideas yet.

"you got me out first. I'm okay." Ghost's Manc accent soothes him. they fall back into a cool quiet for a moment before Ghost picks his book back up and continues reading aloud softly.

soap swallows thickly, letting the Manc accented words smooth over the black, sinister tarnished memory of before. it's better with Ghost he thinks sluggishly, as his eyes close tiredly.

it takes most of the following day for him to be able to hold down bland rice and mashed potatoes, and it's not until that night that the last of the shake leaves his hand weak for grip strength.

the day after that they all crowd into Price's offices to debrief, and work through what happened at the abandoned base. Price and Gaz both only remember accessing the security cameras, they deduce from there that they must've been affected to a lesser affect by It through the cameras, then It found them when they tried to escape. they figure it must've happened sometime around when soap and Ghost entered the southeast wing, of which Ghost says he doesn't remember anything after the clearing the first room of the wing.

soap was mostly quiet, mulling over all of the new information, piecing the puzzle together. he only realizes that they're all staring at him when ghost nudged him in the side. he clears his throat and quietly tells him that he remembers most of it, to which he receives questions of explanation.

he recounts how they off loaded the helo at around 1900 hours, price split them up, the he walks them through clearing the base until the southeast wing, and their comms had cut, where they continued clearing it until ghost rushed them out. soap says that 'It' must've already gotten to Gaz and Price by then, which is why they were so frozen when he'd dragged them out. he explains how he and ghost had tried to retrieve them, but had had to leave before they got to them. how he had dragged ghost out, and went back to retrieve them. then he doesn't remember.

"mate, what it 'It'?" Gaz questions worriedly.

"how do you remember so much that we don't? you seem to have been affected... differently than us." price asks.

ghost just looks at him with a look he can't quite decipher so he ignores it.

soap isn't sure how to properly answer those questions, but he does his best.

'It' is a macTavish family legend, a secret, a monster, something sinister, he's not really sure. all he knows is that it's faceless, shapeless, odorless, doesn't have a name, and to his knowledge nobody's ever touched it and lived, and he's encountered it only once before, and he prays to never do so again. he swallows shakily, almost afraid the trembling is back, as he explains. he tells them that 'It' and the MacTavish's have a long and extensive history that he doesn't really know all too much about, and he assumes there's something in there that makes him be affected differently. and he wasn't aware that it could... shift. he thinks that might be the most correct word for it, he wasn't aware it could take out an entire military base. though he was thoroughly aware of it's... terrifying abilities.

he's aware that he's only created more questions with his answers, but he doesn't have answers to those questions, so he stays quiet, trying to block the memory from his mind. he tries not to lean too much into the comforting warmth that was Ghost at his side.

by the end of debrief Price has decided to give word that the abandoned bass it to be restricted all access up to a mile radius outside of the area, with reasoning of soap's recounting, barring the MacTavish history. soap can't really say he cares all that much about what happens to that god forsaken base, as long as he doesn't have to go back there. ever.

Eyyy what do ya know! One part! Lmk if you think I should clean this up and toss it on ao3

[its-time-to-write]

please don’t be - ch. 3

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“It’s the south of France,” says Julia. “No one’s allowed to be sad in the south of France.”

“She’s not sad,” Nicola corrects. “She doesn’t feel anything, and that can’t be good.”

You shrug and watch the lemon trees sway in the breeze.

You can’t be expected to feel something, not when you’re empty inside. You’d have to have something left of you.

But Jamie… Jamie liked to take. It wasn’t a problem because you liked to give, but at some point something changed and he took your entire heart before you noticed it was gone. 

And you’d been so careful too. 

It’s not a problem. It’s summer, you’re on vacation in the South of France, and life couldn’t be better. You’re in a sprawling villa with three of your friends, a gorgeous beach nearby, and some of the best food of your life. 

You’re glowing.

And you’re going to some couture event that’s really just a party because Nicola’s technically here on work, so the three of you get to wear beautiful Versace dresses and mingle with Europe’s most beautiful and celebrated, all in a gorgeous chateau. 

Your brain replays, you should go back to school, so you shake your head to clear it of that choppy, beautiful voice and pretend the sky isn’t the exact color of your eyes. 

You take the tube of lipstick from Julia’s hand and decide it’s going to be smeared by the end of the night.

—

There’s nothing quite like losing your head in another country. It doesn’t count, in a way. The boy in front of you is nothing like Jamie and you don’t mind so much, except he doesn’t look into your eyes the same way, and he doesn’t quite know what to say in between kisses.

Not that he needs to say anything, god knows you and Jamie had your uninterrupted moments, but Jamie always knew exactly what you were thinking and exactly what to say. The buzzing in your head stops whenever he enters a room.

The buzzing has only gotten louder as the night progresses.

He pauses long enough to ask, “Can I get you a drink?” so you nod and smile and then knock your head against the nearest tree as soon as he’s gone. 

It’s not working. 

The whole point of this was to forget Jamie. To remove the last little shreds clinging to your memory.

He shouldn’t matter, he doesn’t, and yet…

You groan, and scrunch your eyes shut. It wasn’t supposed to matter, you knew better. But some floppy-haired pretty-boy prick-ass footballer had said the exact right combination of words to get you to fall so hard and so fast.

“You going back to school?” he asks one evening. You’re both bundled up and walking through Richmond, on the hunt for some coffee.

You shrug. “Don’t know. I’d like to go for a doctorate, but I’m not sure it’s necessary. Be fun, though”

Jamie throws back his head and laughs, pearly-white teeth glowing in the streetlight. “You’re the only fucking person I know who thinks a fucking doctorate is fun.”

He knocks into you, just a nudge, but it sets your arm ablaze. Every touch from him feels like fire.

You’re quiet, unsure what to say next. Jamie, though, Jamie knows what to say. Jamie always knows what to say. He knows where to go, what to do; you never have to think too much when you’re with him. He knows when to ask, and when to choose.

“You should do it,” he continues. “You should go back to school. Be fucking mint, like. I’d get to tell the lads I’m with a real fuckin’ doctor.”

And that was it. That was all it took for the tingling in your arm to shoot all the way to your chest. And sure, you didn’t have time at the moment, but you’d applied as soon as Jamie played his first match back on City turf.

He always knew the way to your heart. 

Fuck him for that.

There was a part of you that always thought he wanted more but was too scared to ask.

But you were wrong, so wrong, so fuck Jamie Tartt.

You hear footsteps on the gravel, so you open your eyes, expecting your drink, but are instead met with a stupid Gucci button up, rolled to perfectly showcase a stupid tattoo on a stupid forearm.

“Oh,” is all you can manage. “Sorry. I- I didn’t know you were here. Where’s…?”

“Inside,” comes Jamie’s short response.

“Oh,” you say again.

There’s a part of you that wants to leave, and leave fast, but another, more idiotic part of you wants to stay.

Just for a moment, just long enough for him to apologize, explain, something, although you know he won’t. So you should leave rather than be disappointed.

But you pause for half a second, still blinking up at him (when did he get so close?) and just as you resign yourself to the fact that you’re going to have to walk away, he speaks and breaks your heart all over again.

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