#dunno if this tag is needed here but ok.

[uncontrol-freak]

the world outside

corrupts my child

so trust these eyes

[monopolizedmountains]

local oc artist is pvping its hyperfixation while watching s7

[periidoti]

One rrblog on this post and I'll post my candle x pepper story so far on here

[autism-disco]

^guy who takes literally any opportunity to procrastinate by organising,, and yet refuses/cannot organise his floor,,, what a sicko

[naes-dairy]

am I just a bad friend?

[doromoni]

Off Track Pace | MV1 , ?

Ships Max Verstappen x presenter! Reader , ? x presenter! Reader , Platonic! Charles Leclerc x presenter! Reader

Genre : Fluff , Angst

Sub tags : mutual pinning , She fell too early , He fell too late,

Summary : A new f1 presenter and journalist has entered the paddock and she brings chaos along the way. And as competition looms , will the current Champion be as fast outside the track?

Face claim: Sofia Wylie

A/N : I’m so sorry luvs! I’m working on updating Clash of Champions , i promise ~ it’s my uni’s finals exams so I gotta focus on that first… so here’s a peace offering.

Part 2.

Media day, usually on a Thursday — a day that most Formula 1 drivers dread. A day where cameras followed their every move, interviews with journalists that twisted their every word and silly PR stunts forced on them by their teams. It used to be just all racing and winning podiums, but modern Formula 1 is all about media politics and sponsorships.

If you were to ask any driver on the grid if they were given the chance not to do PR, they would say yes to skipping it. But not everything about media day is horrendous.

Not when a new motorsports journalist joins the paddock that was an absolute sweetheart and delight to have around. A natural on the job — she always made sure that every driver that she interviewed was comfortable and enjoying their time with her and the segment.

the.Y/N

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the.Y/N first day on the job? . i’m not nervous, you are! (She said literally shaking)

skysportsf1 Welcome to the team Y/N! ❤️

the.Y/N thank you kind employers. 🤍

lissiemackintosh Babe!! It’s finally official. Congratulations!

the.Y/N Thanks to you Babe!! I swear I would’ve been lost without you 😭

User1 who is she?

the.Y/N literally no one

User2 Ohhhh a new commentator? 🤔

User3 maybe she’s a journalist?

scuderriaferrari the kids had fun. They want their clay statues on display!

User2 Clay statues?? Hello?? Wut?

User3 Same question, Clay statues??

the.Y/N wait and see 🤷‍♀️ , the interview would drop tomorrow? Maybe~

User4 Its her first day and she literally had an interview with Charles and Carlos in Ferrari???

the.Y/N well no , the first interview was with Lewis Hamilton … so. 🤭

User5 WHAT?? Ok , queen slay!

User4 damnn , imagine being new to your field and already interviewing the big guys.

mclaren Do us next please 🙋‍♂️

redbullracing get in line!

the.Y/N gotta stop by Aston first , sorry besties.

User6 OK WHAT IS HAPPENING, ms. Y/N who are your connections 😭 i want in.

User7 why are all the teams here??

Y/N L/N was the F1 presenter and journalist who put drivers willingly out of their comfort zones and made them try something new. You genuinely loved what you do and you were passionate about it. You never showed partiality among the drivers, you treated everyone with the same attitude — this earned the respect of all drivers on the grid.

You were quickly becoming a paddock favorite. The fans enjoyed the content you put out and the drivers looked forward to your interview when they saw your name on their schedule.

Interviewing with you usually meant cheat meals and unusual activities that you thought they would like.

the.Y/N

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the.Y/N maybe bowling isn’t the best idea. @charles_leclerc you suck, ngl. New vid out on Monday at the sky sports channel🤍

charles_leclerc i hate you ❤️

the.Y/N no you don’t 😌

charles_leclerc no, i don’t

User1 I love their dynamic so much!! I need more of the Paddock siblings pleaseee

User2 I can’t wait for more of Y/N bullying Charles into weird things and Ferrari doing nothing about it🤣

landonorris but why is charles in a cowboy costume?

the.Y/N i dunno? He just showed up in that 🤷‍♀️

charles_leclerc You told me we were riding horses and you wanted me to wear smth cowboy!!

the.Y/N oh yeah! Lmao

landonorris should i feel bad?

the.Y/N Nope. He’s happy either way. Aren’t you @charles_leclerc?

User2 NOT THE LMAO . Y/N thank you being you

User3 Y/N giving us Cowboy Charles , yes ma’am

User3 JUST DATE ALREADY!

the.Y/N EW. No

charles_leclerc Ok , the ew was unnecessary. But same. No thanks :)) i’m not dating my sister .

User4 Charles call y/n his sister 🥺

However, No matter how much you tried to keep things professional by being just a driver: journalist, something your boss commented during a quick meeting because fans kept shipping you with every driver. What you found weird is that most drivers you see as older brothers and some even uncles (don’t tell Nando). Plus most of them had girlfriends!

Nevertheless, your relationship with them seems to always end up with them hanging around your office at Sky, whenever they are free. Even the older drivers like Nando, Lewis and even Nico and Kevin use your office as an escape from the chaos of their motorhomes.

You didn’t mind hosting the older drivers in your room, as they were usually tame and kept to themselves as they read the books on your shelves in peace. They usually plop themselves down your couch and place the oversized plush you always bring on their lap. They always brought you snacks, so you looked forward to the times when their heads popped in your door and asked if they could come in.

But when the younger drivers visit your office? And if they came in groups — which they usually do. Oh boy, it was either a clusterfuck of them stealing snacks from your secret stash or your office becoming a den for hot gossip in the paddock usually led by the one and only Charles Leclerc.

Case in point. You now have Charles, Carlos, Max and to your surprise Checo in your office. The older Spanish-speaking driver was a rare visitor, but a welcome one nonetheless.

But considering the topic in discussion, you understood the presence of the two Red Bull drivers.

You were in the middle of typing away on your laptop when suddenly they barged in with ice cream tubs and spoons at hand then found a spot to sit and made themselves comfortable.

“Is Newey leaving Red Bull?” Charles asked Max and Checo, as he scooped a bite from his ice cream.

“We have no clue! Christian is saying nothing to us. Nothing” Max exclaimed exasperated as Checo nodded in agreement.

“So Adrian Newey is moving to Ferrari?” You questioned as you pointed your spoon at Charles

“Y/N, I love you like a sister and I know that you’re incredibly smart, but sometimes you are stupid. We’re clueless in Ferrari, hence my question ”

You threw your wooden spoon at the Monaco-born Ferrari driver. Which he easily avoided thanks to his fast reflexes. Freaking f1 reflexes!

“ I wasn't the person who got named for being stupid— HEY! Max give that back!! You don't even like salted caramel” You were trying to rebut Charles’ insult but were distracted when Max took your ice cream for himself.

Max just shrugged and placed his half-consumed chocolate brownie fudge ice cream in your hands — his spoon still in it. You didn’t complain further as you took his spoon and took a bite yourself. Yum! Brownie fudge is your favorite.

“Dude, what is even going on inside Red Bull? What was Horner under investigation for?” Carlos pressed on, trying to find answers. You were curious yourself

“Everyone is being weird. They’re keeping things from us. “ Checo added. You knew that they were truly left in the dark because if they knew they would’ve spilled instantly. NDAs be damned.

“Every interview, people keep asking if we know something! one more journalist and I swear I’ll run them over with my car! I hate each one of them” Max grumbled to himself.

You coughed. You knew that you were an exception but you couldn’t help but mess around with your friends.

“Don’t even, Y/N. You know you don’t count. “ Max waved you off.

“Wow! Thank you for that babe. Way to make a girl feel special” you said jokingly to the Dutch driver, as you winked dramatically. To which he only rolled his eyes — making you and the rest of the drivers laugh.

Max was immune to your flirting, unfortunately. It sucked especially when you had a tiny …. Ok big … HUGE crush on the 3 time world champion.

Max to you was like an Older brother’s best friend — Where you were the little sister crushing on him and you didn’t have a chance. You knew that like the other drivers, he just saw you as a little sister. But still you couldn’t help but fall the star driver of Red Bull.

Everything started when you brought your niece to the paddock because your sister had an emergency. You were scheduled to interview Checo in the RB motorhome and your niece was starting to feel fussy and you were slightly panicking on what to do— when Max suddenly came to your rescue and took your niece out to ice cream.

You admit you found Max attractive even before— like so damn attractive, but that was it— nothing more. But when you found Max carrying your niece in his arms as they played inside his garage, you knew that you were a goner to the charms of Max Verstappen.

You have been pinning for Max for a year now. You wished that you had the confidence and courage to just confess. But the fear of rejection freighted you, so you settled to just keep your friendship with the devastatingly handsome Red Bull champion.

As time went on, and nothing but friendship between you and Max developed — You’ve come to terms with the process of letting go of your feelings. Even when you’ve already met his mom and sister, hung out in his yacht and spent nights over his place when movie nights with Charles and his girlfriend went too late. You knew not to think anything of it.

And you were right to think nothing of it. Because not a week later, rumors had spread all over the paddock that Kelly Piquet had set her eyes on Max. You didn’t believe it at first, but when you saw with your own two eyes them engaged talking happily in his garage. The sparkle in Max’s eyes had solidified your will to move on.

A few weeks had passed and Kelly’s presence was constant in the paddock. Everyone had speculated that she had become Max’s girlfriend. But no one was sure, not even you — Max had been silent about it.

You tried to be happy for them you did. But you can’t blame yourself for wishing that it was you instead. Even to this day, you are still trying to forget and bury your feelings for Max.

“Y/N? Y/N? Oi Y/N” You suddenly were startled out of your thoughts. You forgot that you were still with the drivers in your office.

“What? Sorry, I just remembered something. What did you say?” You asked Charles as he was the one who called you.

“I asked if you had an interview today” Upon hearing the words of the Monegasque, your eyes grew wide as you remembered that you did have a job to do and you were indeed almost late.

“SHIT! I DO I’m late! “ You suddenly sprang up from your seat and quickly gathered the things you needed — while the 4 drivers looked at you with amusement.

“Who’s scheduled for you today, Y/N?” Max had also sat up from his seat and gave you an opened bottle of water.

You received the bottle from Max. You didn’t have to thank the driver — just one look from you and he knew.

The other drivers looked amongst themselves as they saw your exchange with Max. Everyone had a knowing look on their faces.

“I'm going to Mclaren today! I have the whole day with Lando. “ You said as you closed your once abandoned laptop and placed it in your bag — the one Max gave you on your birthday.

“What have you planned for Lando, Y/N?” Checo asked curiously. He still remembered his interview where you both made bracelets and stuffed toys for his daughters — his daughters loved it and went to sleep with it every single day.

“Oh! I’m taking Lando to a rage room, then drive-thru for food.” You explained happily to the older Mexican driver.

“Which part of that is the interview?” Charles had interjected

“While we eat the food in the parking lot, duh,” You said as if they should’ve already known. Well, they should by now.

“You know Y/N, Lando likes you right? ” Carlos had suddenly dropped a bomb on you. You didn’t expect it at all.

“What?” Max had suddenly said — catching all of you off guard. You didn’t understand, why Max had reacted so suddenly. But you pushed that aside for now as you continued to stuff everything you need in the bag

“What do you mean, Lando likes me?” You asked Carlos, with your eyebrows scrunched together.

“He likes you. Like you know? Take you out on dates and all that” Carlos replied as he gauged your reaction.

“Ohhhh, that’s cute! how did you even know about it, Carlos” you asked not taking any of it seriously.

“Cute?” You heard Max muttered under his breath.

“He told me. I won’t spoil anything else. I’m not even supposed to say that he likes you, but oh well.” Carlos shrugged as he finished off his ice cream.

“What do you think about Lando?” Charles suddenly asked you. The Ferrari driver leaned forward

“Will you date him if he asks you ?” Checo then joined the conversation.

“ You should say yes, I mean you two are the same-“ Charles had suddenly grown excited.

“Ok whoa, calm down dads. He hasn’t asked anything yet! “ you exclaimed

“But will you say yes if he asked?” Max then asked you, his eyes piercing your soul. After all of the other questions, Max was the one to Catch you off guard.

“Uh yes, I guess? I mean, why not? Lando is fun And he is single right … ” You were panicking so you said yes, even when you knew that you weren’t ready for anything like that since you still held feelings for Max.

“ YES! I thought that you-“ Charles wasn't able to finish his sentence when you cut him off.

“OK, bye guys! See you later. I need to go!” And just like that you were gone, leaving the four drivers in your office — not letting them question you further.

“I swear, that kid is weird.” Charles shakes his head from side to side at your actions.

“Lando likes Y/N?” Max had asked again just to make sure that he had heard the Spaniard correctly.

“ Lando is a good kid. They’ll make a good couple, no?” Checo asked no one in particular, as Max was not moving from where you left him.

“Wait, wait… since when did Lando like Y/N?” Max asked confused, looking green with jealousy. Fingers tingling as they clenched on itself

“Well he was interested in Y/N since the beginning but he backed off since everyone thought that you two had a thing” Carlos explained as he stood up and went to raid your snack stash.

“Yeah, but now you’re with the daughter of Piquet. what’s her name again? KELLY! yes, kelly. So Lando is taking his shot” Charles added

“You knew? Charles, you knew about Lando?” Max was aghast at the knowledge that was just receiving now.

“Well yeah? I was the one to encourage him to ask Y/N out. ” Charles shrugged nonchalantly. He knew about your feelings for the Red Bull driver, but he also saw how hurt you were when Max started seeing Kelly out of nowhere. Charles wanted to help his friends — specially the ones that he grew to love like his own sibling in any way that he could. Plus it was time for Y/N to have fun, and Lando Norris is exactly that.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Max was conflicted. His emotions growing uncontrollably by the second.

“ Mate, we haven’t seen you for how many weeks! You were always out with your new girlfriend. Even Y/N had no contact with you “ Carlos explained to Max.

silence filled the room, when suddenly pings of notifications sounded all over the rooms.

And Charles couldn’t help but whistle.

“Well he sure does move past” he had added.

Your story

As Max looked at his phone. Your Ig story flashed. His heart had started to hurt and the feeling of a pit in his stomach grew. it was as if someone punched him right in the gut.

And another notification ping had popped . And it only made Max’s stomach churn even further.

landonorris

[donniemines]

anyway o7 dsmp

[snapscube]

In Dawntrail did you enjoy a different character playing the main role, or do you prefer when the player character is leading the narrative?

this is definitely a major point of contention in the fanbase rn and i can generally see valid feelings/criticism on both ends of the spectrum. i myself do fall somewhere in between the most extreme takes on this. i won't go into too much detail about actual events but ill tag this as spoilers anyway just in case. ok so my thoughts are:

firstly, i like Wuk Lamat a lot. i don't think she deserves even half of the pure unfiltered ire that she is receiving from a large subset of the community rn. the amount of people who have already turned being a wuk lamat hater into an advertised personality trait really frustrates me. i really enjoyed seeing her personal journey through the story and i was overall very satisfied by her inclusion. however, i do not think the story was perfectly paced or balanced, and i definitely do understand where people are coming from when they say that they could have used a little less of her in the forefront. honestly it did kind of ultimately disappoint me that we missed out on a lot of potential interaction/development with someone like Krile, who in spite of being promised a big breakout role in this expansion still somewhat felt like a SLIGHT (i have to stress slight) afterthought. she did get some notable moments of development and emotion, but i feel like there could have been more.

okay but, your question is about our role as a player in the narrative. i hold the opinion that for THIS EXPANSION SPECIFICALLY, the warrior of light taking somewhat of a narrative backseat actually made a ton of sense and fit the themes of the narrative as well as the promise of a somewhat breezy summer vacation for our heroes. now, i will say this: i really do not agree with the idea that the WoL should be in a mentor role indefinitely because our story is done developing and we need to give the spotlight to "the next generation" of heroes in the world. i appreciate the SENTIMENT of this, but like for me personally.... i don't want Pella's story to be done, yknow? i definitely would be disappointed if this was the DE FACTO role she played in every expansion past this. but i don't even think that is factually what's going to happen. we're currently in a setup phase! and, again, bringing it back to this narrative and the themes within, a lot of Dawntrail about the experience of entering unfamiliar places and learning about the customs and the traditions of people already within it to best help them without unwelcomely trampling on their culture in the process. i think a story like that is the PERFECT time for the WoL to take a bit of a backseat. wuk lamat is also somewhat unfamilar like us yes, but Tural is still her home and she is about to be tasked with leading it. i feel like centering our character in that equation would feel.... really disingenuous? it was kinda frustrating sometimes when it felt like hey.... there's a situation happening right now that can be solved by skilled combat and you have a literally god killer standing right here doing a frown emote, but at a certain point i could chalk it up to growing pains or necessary suspension of disbelief in the interest of the overall emotional hook of the narrative. a lot of those moments could be explained away with enough thought about the character motivations and culture at play, though sometimes it does feel like a stretch. again, far from a perfectly written MSQ. it starts slow and it's messy and it throws a LOT of stuff at you that doesn't always pay off like you expect or want. but i dunno! i think we're gonna see some really interesting stuff come to the forefront in the future, and i think especially now knowing that much of the playerbase thought we took TOO much of a backseat here CS3 will probably adjust their focus accordingly next time. so i can't be too upset really about the stuff i wasn't into. the rest of it was great imo!

[ataliagold]

Or Maybe We Don't

For @astrangersummer week 7 prompt 'or maybe we don't'.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Rating: G

W/C: 1280

Tags: Steddie, first kiss, getting together, beach holiday, sunset, fluff, Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, love confessions

Summary: It's the final day of Steve and Eddie's summer trip, and Steve has something he needs to tell Eddie.

___

Sunset was approaching, the sky a brilliant array of orange and pink, light sparkling off the water flowing forward then receding away again in gentle waves.

Steve was sitting with Eddie in the sand, looking out across the empty beach. It had been busy earlier – families set up for a day in the sun, kids building sandcastles, people playing in the surf. Most had been day-trippers, now packed up and departed, leaving just Steve and Eddie to take in the slowly sinking sun.

It was their last night at the little seaside house that Robin’s aunty had let them use for a few days for a brief summer getaway.

Robin and Nancy were supposed to have come on this trip with them, but Nancy had come down with some flu she’d caught from Mike and Robin had stayed behind to take care of her.

That left only Eddie and Steve, and this unspoken thing building between them that neither had managed to mention yet.

It was stolen glances, hands brushing not-so-accidentally, Steve quietly giving Eddie the pickles from his burger at the diner, nights spent in front of the TV where neither of them really focused on the movie – they were too busy looking at each other.

“I don’t really want to go home,” Eddie commented, breaking the pleasant silence that had fallen over them, “not yet. S’nice here.”

“I’m sure we can come back,” Steve told him, letting a handful of sand run through his fingers. “With Robin and Nancy.”

Something flashed across Eddie’s face, the slightest wince, and he turned away a little. “Yeah. With them.”

Steve paused. Reached his hand slightly towards Eddie’s, then stopped himself, let his hand fall again.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” His voice was tight.

Steve frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Ok. Just…you seem kinda…”

“What?”

“I dunno.”

“Good one, Harrington.”

There was no malice in Eddie’s tone, but Steve flinched a little at the old nickname anyway because he and Eddie were so far past that now – or at least, he thought they were.

Steve sighed. “I don’t really wanna go home either. I do miss Robin though.”

Eddie smiled then. “You missed her on our first night here.”

“Yeah,” Steve said sheepishly.

“It’s been good though, right? The last couple of days?”

“Yeah.”

“I know it’s not…well, it’s not really what we’d planned, without the girls, but…”

“I’ve had fun.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Steve’s tongue darted out over his lips, and he looked back out to the water. He knew why their conversation had become so stilted, why things suddenly felt so awkward, but he hadn’t been able to get the courage up to voice it.

To tell Eddie how he felt.

But when was he going to get another chance like this? They were alone, away from prying eyes, from the demands of the kids – out here they could be anyone they wanted to be.

Steve wanted to be Eddie’s.

He snuck a glance at the other boy. Took in the way the light fell across his delicate features, shining off dark brown eyes, his face so pretty despite being slightly clouded by indecision, perhaps the same indecision Steve was feeling right now.

“Eddie –”

“Steve – ”

They spoke at the same time, snapped their mouths shut in sync.

Eddie laughed briefly. Rubbed the back of his neck, tugged a section of hair across his mouth, smiled playfully at Steve.

“You first, big boy.”

“What were you going to say?” Steve asked quietly, because what if he’d been reading this all wrong, what if Eddie was going to say something completely mundane, suggest they eat at the diner tonight instead of Steve cooking, which Steve really hoped he wouldn’t because he was planning on making Eddie’s favourite lasagna as a surprise…

Eddie’s lips twitched. “Probably the same as you,” he said earnestly.

Steve sucked in a breath, let it out a little shakily. Inched his hand towards Eddie’s again.

“I really enjoyed these last few days,” Steve said after a moment. “With you, I mean.”

Eddie nodded, pinky brushing against Steve’s.

“And I think…well, I know how I…feel about you. And it kinda…” Steve trailed off, looked down at his lap, anywhere but Eddie because he could feel his cheeks colouring now, and what if he was about to fuck everything up? He took a deep breath, tried again. “Well, it kinda scares me. Because I’ve never felt this way about anyone else except Nancy, a long time ago. And you know how that ended, and I don’t want that to happen again, not with you. God, not with you.”

Finally, he forced himself to look up, Eddie’s silence too much to bear.

He was looking at Steve softly, openly, his pinky looped over Steve’s now, breeze gently ruffling his hair.

Steve wanted to kiss him.

But he waited, needed to be sure, needed to know he hadn’t imagined everything between them.

“You know I’ve been in love with you since you carried my half-dead ass out of the Upside Down, right?”

Steve blinked several times in response to Eddie’s confession. “Seriously?”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah. What, like that’s an unreasonable response to Steve Harrington saving your life?”

“I just…I mean, you never…you didn’t say anything.”

“I thought you were straight.”

Steve tipped his head to the side, raised his eyebrows briefly. “To be fair, so did I.”

“So you’re telling me…you’re not?” Eddie continued, his expression hopeful, his pinky curling around Steve’s.

“No,” Steve said, meeting his eyes. “No, because I really want to kiss you right now.”

Eddie swallowed visibly. Leaned in closer, until Steve could feel his warm breath dance across his lips.

“Go on then, Stevie.”

Steve closed the little distance left between them. Kissed him there as the sun farewelled the sky, slow and gentle and a little unsure of himself because he’d never kissed another man before. But instead of his heart rate spiking like he’d expected it to, it slowed under Eddie’s touch, and Steve felt calm and soft and safe because this was Eddie and he’d never felt something so right in this life.

The following day, after spending the night in Eddie’s arms, Steve was driving them back to Hawkins. Back to their jobs, back to their separate homes, back to reality.

Hand in hand across the gearbox, the two spent most of the drive looking at each other, Steve having to force his attention back to the road every now and then.

An hour out of Hawkins, Eddie spoke.

“What do we do, when we get home?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do we…tell people? Our friends? Wayne? The kids?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well…I want to be able to be with you,” Eddie said, squeezing his hand. “But are you ready for that? Steve Harrington, former Hawkins golden boy, in a relationship with Eddie the freak?”

Steve made a soft noise of protest at that, brought Eddie’s hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

“I want to be with you,” Steve said firmly. “I’m not sure when we tell people, let’s maybe give it a few days to think about it, but…yeah, Eddie. I want you.”

“Because we could…well, I mean, if you wanted to we could…” Eddie’s eyes darted away, looked out the window, back again. “I’d understand if you wanted to pretend this never happened. If you wanted to just go back to normal. We could, if you want.”

I can’t, Steve knew. And looking at Eddie, at his face that was imploring Steve otherwise, he knew Eddie couldn’t either.

Steve smiled at him. Brought Eddie’s hand to his lap and held it securely there.

“Or maybe we don’t.”

[madameminor]

Fox Fire - Commander Fox x f!reader - Chapter 1

Summary: In an effort to forget your on-again-off-again, you head out with your friends - and they're determined for you to meet one Commander Fox. After all, the quickest way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

Commander Fox x f!reader

Tags: Smutty mcsmutterson. 18+. NSFW. "Basically, all the good stuff."

Warnings: Nothing this round. Just build up.

Notes: Ok hi! Dunno why I wanted to do this, but I did. I'm excited for the story. Post-war, everyone's ok, that sort of thing. Thank you so much to @dumfanting and @rains-on-kamino for beta-ing and keeping my creative juices flowing. I've tagged all the people on my IMWTO list, JIC you're interested in following this story too. If you are, comment. If you don't, I'll remove you for next chapter. Thank yoooou. Let's get this party started!

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You have to hand it to Chrisa. If her significant other didn’t work here, you would never have thought of coming to the Clone Bar for your night out - but it is PERFECT for what you need.

All the clones made it easy to clock strangers.

The entire vibe of the place is all about coming in and forgetting the world outside.

None of your or Marco’s mutuals would EVER just happen to be here.

AND

You have a bartender on your side, so if anyone gets too handsy or in your face - insta-boot.

The anger from earlier has simmered into resolve, and any excess is going to be worked out on the dance floor. You’d had enough to drink before coming out to loosen you up, but not to spiral you down. You. Look. FAN-TASTIC. Nothing pumps you up like looking your absolute best - and knowing it.

Damn right. It was time to have some fucking fun.

Your gaggle stride up to the front doors, Chrisa flashing the front doorman a smile and a kiss on the cheek before sliding on in. The thick togruta grins as he waves you all in, the lively music thrumming up through your shoes. OOooooo YES! Here we GO!

Lights, bass, people, ALL of it. You’ve missed it. Your spirits lift at the beautiful sight of fun.

Chrisa leads you past the first few bars, piled up with people, making her way towards a third bar closer to the back. You all follow, chatting away excitedly and looking out over the writhing sea of people. Your smile is genuine. You missed this. You missed them. 

“Baaaaaabyyyyy!” your friend croons, leaning over the somewhat busy bar to kiss the bartender. The rest of you sidle up to the 3 empty seats between two groups of clones, offering your hellos.

“Well, look at this attractive group coming up to my bar,” the bartender, Ceese, says with a grin. Their eyes land on you. “Heard we’re celebrating tonight,” they say with a wink. “So let’s get you all started off on the right foot.”

Your girls cheer and you grin as Ceese sets out 6 double shots, filling them to the brim with your favorite alcohol. You laugh as each of your friends and Ceese all take a shot glass, gathering in close around you. 

“To taking out ta poodoo!” Lehla toasts, holding out her shot.

“KRIFF TA POODOO!” Five clinks as you all cheers and down your shots. The liquid comfort slithers through your body, and you breathe a bit easier. THIS is fun. You’re safe here. You slink your arms around Freen and Sizie and hug them close. They smile and hold you tight while Ceese pours out your drinks.

“There you are, drinks are up, get out there!”

You all cheer and grab your drinks, Chrisa leaning up to kiss them thanks for all of you as your crew saunters off to the dance floor. 

Lehla dives right into the center, turning to all of you, and, holding up her drink, proclaims with the gravity of a general headed into battle “Behbies, lets DANCE!!”

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Pulsing, beating, swaying, living. You laugh and twirl and thoroughly lose yourself in the pleasure of being out with your friends. This was amazing. This was life as it ought to be. 

Only exhaustion and the need for another drink eventually pulls you off the floor, plunking you and your friends down into an open booth.

“More drinks, more drinks!” Sizie chants.

“Oh gods I can’t MOVE,” Freen whines as she leans back. She makes begging eyes at Lehla. Well, the Rodian equivalent. “Lehlaaaaa…”

Lehla good naturedly rolls her eyes. “ALright, alright. Chrisa, that's you and me. Lets go get the goods.” 

Chrisa laughs and loops arms with hers, the two heading back to the bar.

You fan yourself, glancing over your two friends as they gab away with each other, taking a second to get your bearings. The anger is burning off now, leaving just the sadness, the hurt… but its nice to remember everything you gain by… well, by things changing. Change is good. You take a deep breath, letting the comfort settle back in.

“Why do they keep looking over here?” Sizie’s voice cuts through, curious.

You look over towards the bar and see Chrisa and Lehla chatting with Ceese and a few troopers - commanders by their pauldrons. Of course Chrisa knew the regulars, probably catching up. And, uh, they all keep looking over. At you. Specifically at you.

Uh oh. “Oh Mother, what are they up to…”

Freen laughs. “Knowing them, something AMAZING.”

Chrisa and Lehla hurry over, both with a mysterious glint in their eye. Chrisa plops down next to you while Lehla leans in with a smirk, hand on the table.

“Soooooo,” Chris says with a sly grin, “do you think that clones are attractive?”

You side-eye her suspiciously. “Why?”

“Weeeeell,” Chrisa tilts her head to the side, letting you see past her, “one of my ‘friends’ over there happens to be Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.”

Your stomach tightens with regret.

You sigh, your forehead in your hand. “Chris, you know I don’t-”

She waves her hand at you. “-get on with law enforcement, I know I know. BUT,” she grins, holding a finger up to halt interruptions, “that’s long term. Fox is usually super busy, so he doesn’t really have much time for women in his life. Like, EVER.” She smirks with a small eye roll. “His team almost has to blackmail him to go out with them and relax - and that almost NEVER involves a woman. But that doesn't mean he hasn’t had off-ers,” she says in a sing-song voice. The others giggle as they glance off towards where the Commander sits.

Chris continues. “SO. It wouldn’t be for long- a fling, a jaunt, a roll in the hay, something cas-u-al-and-FUN!” She emphasizes each syllable to get her point across. “You need this. Something different to show you that you can actually be HAPPY in bed, with someone who actually CARES.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “How the heck do you know he ‘cares’?”

She grins again. “I’ve known him for a loooong time. And on the rare occasion that he’s drunk enough to loosen up and actually go home with someone, they ALWAYS come in again talking about how GOOD he is.”

You blink in surprise, and a little shock. “People talk about that?

She shrugs good-naturedly. “Bunker bunnies do. No judgement, they just like to try ‘all the clone flavors’.” She winks. “And I love to hear the gos about the regulars.”

You smirk as the others laugh. Trust Chrisa to be the bar gossip gatherer.

“So, what, you want me to hope he gets drunk, present myself to him and say ‘hi, my ex is an ass and I broke up with him today. Wanna fuck?’”

“Oh NO,” Chrisa pulls a face, “I wouldn’t suggest it if it was that impersonal. See, apparently…” she leans her cheek on one hand, grin glistening with mischief. “He’s been looking over at you all night.”

You blink. You try to sneak a look over to the bar to try and catch a glimpse of this Commander Fox. Two of the red and white clad clones start waving and pointing excitedly between them at the seated one beside them, facing away with what looks like his forehead in his hand. You’re sad you can’t see his face, but you can’t help but smile to yourself. You kind of know how he feels.

“And he’s… cute?” You say hesitantly.

Chrisa perks up and grins. “Oh YEAH. I’ve definitely glanced at him a time or two, don’t tell Ceese.”

“And… safe?” 

“YES,” Chris almost huffs a whine in exasperation. “Who do you think I am??”

Well…

It’s not what you normally do…

…but you ARE trying to do things differently this time…

Just one conversation? You didn’t even have to say yes…

He could be cute…

You look around at your friends' faces. Are any of them unsure about this? Would any advise you that this wasn’t a good idea?

Nope. All of their eyes are excited, almost pleading.

“...ok. I’ll at least talk to him.”

You friends all burst out with a “YES!” You smirk and shake your head. Jeez, you didn’t think you needed it THAT bad.

Chrisa stands and gives a thumbs up to the two clones waiting at the bar. They both pump fists in the air before leaning down to talk to the hunched Commander- who simply punches one of them in the arm without looking over at him. You laugh to yourself. Yeah, you definitely know THAT feeling. The poor guy.

Whatever they say to him, it apparently seems to work. He begrudgingly turns around on his stool and stands, grabbing his helmet. One of his men claps him on the shoulder, which he pushes off angrily before taking a deep breath, turning, and starting his way over to where you and your friends sit. 

You feel your breath catch a bit in your chest, something your girls notice with a smirk. He’s GORGEOUS. His hair isn’t standard clone cut - its a bit longer on top and down the back, the sides cropped short. You can see whisps of gray at the side of his temples, almost looking like highlights, making him seem more mature. He has a scar across one cheekbone adding to an authoritative air - but not oppressive or dismissive. His eyes are a beautiful amber brown, serious, but not cynical. And, you notice with a small smile, right now he looks just a little bit… sheepish. 

A man like this has been watching you? A trooper who doesn’t normally take girls home had seen you and not been able to disguise it from his overeager companions? You feel yourself preen internally as he finishes making his way over. 

“Commander Fox, meet the rest of my besties - Freen (she waves), Sizie (a nod and smile), and of course, The-woman-you’ve-been-staring-at-all-night.”

He glances at her with annoyance as your friends laugh. You extend a hand out to shake his hand with your introduction.

“Its… very nice to meet you.” He nods, resigning to the awkwardness of being caught.

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair so you two can get acquainted,” Chrisa simpers. You give her a ‘stop that’ look as she and the girls all file out with winks and excited grins. Sizie even seems to shake little pom poms, mouthing “go, girl, go!”

You play a bit with one earring as you look back at him.

“Sorry about them,” you smile. “Teasing is their love language.”

He snorts with a glance back at them, relaxing a bit. “I know the feeling.”

You chuckle despite yourself. He seems to relax a bit, a smirk playing on his authoritative features.

“Would you care to step into my office, Mr. Fox?” 

He chuckles this time, giving you a quick appreciative glance before sitting down across from you, placing his helmet by his side.

“Excuse me.” A service droid waddles up with two drinks - one your usual, the other looks like a whisky neat for him. You look at it, confused, while it sets them on the table.

“Compliments of the bartender, with the accompanying message-” says the matter of fact tinny voice. “‘-Make out already-’.”  You look up to the crowd of onlookers from the bar giving you both a thumbs up. 

You show them a different finger. 

They all burst out laughing, but get the hint and go back to each other.

You turn back, catching an impressed smirk while he gazes at you.

“You sure showed them.”

 You chuckle while you take a sip of your drink.

“So,” you smile, “come here often?”

He snorts an appreciative chuckle before shaking his head and indicating the two Corries at the bar. “Enough. Though not as much as my men would like.”

You chuckle, glancing over at the excited huddle. “I didn’t know the men of the Coruscant guard were so invested in their Commander’s R&R.”

A sigh and an eye roll, another sip of his drink. “Apparently getting away from work is ‘necessary’ for a healthy, ungrumpy lifestyle.” You nod sagely, indicating you see the sarcasm. “Just my luck to have the subordinates that actually care about my work-life balance.”

“Luck seldom has anything to do with things like that,” you smile, leaning your cheek on your hand. You know what garners unerring loyalty and hard work. You know the kind of leader it takes to make men march into danger- just to drag that S.O. to the bar afterwards - the kind who men take care of, because he took care of his men. “You must be a great commander if they worry about you so much.” And smart, and firm, but kind under it all, and… hoo, slow down honey. 

For some reason, looking at him, knowing what it takes to be a leader, to be someone who watches out for others, you feel compelled to say something you’ve never said before.

“Thank you. For your service.”

His head quirks to the side, eyes interested as they take you in. “I can’t really take much credit for that… it wasn’t entirely my choice, you know.”

You chuckle. “Perhaps not. But I’ve heard of clones who have sought other lives now that the war is over and your rights have been won - can’t blame them at all. I understand not wanting to do what you’re ‘born for’.” You unconsciously watch the bubbles in your drink for a moment before realizing your thoughts are straying, looking back into his intrigued eyes. “So you did have a choice. And you chose to help the people of Coruscant.” You smile, and shrug.  “So, for whatever it's worth, thank you.”

“Hm.” He smiles thoughtfully, regarding you for a moment while he takes a sip of his drink. “Actually, coming from you, it means a lot more,” his eyes take you in again, admiring, intrigued, inviting.

It sends a happy warmth through your insides.

He sets his drink down again, folding his arms and leaning in on his elbows. “So. Born for, huh? Tell me, what were you ‘born for’?”

You smirk, waving a hand in dismissal. Definitely a cop. “Nothing that I’m doing. But I’m an event planner.” You shrug, knowing it doesn’t sound like much to someone who regularly risks their life.

“Hm,” he answers, intrigued. Like actually intrigued. “Can’t say I’ve ever met someone in that field before. What’s your favorite part of the job?”

Hm. You can’t help your smile. No one ever really cares to hear about this part. “Well,” you think, having a genuine look at your chosen profession, “I meet a fair amount of different, interesting people. I'm more active and involved than other jobs, I get to create something, after a fashion, get to create beauty and harmony for people to celebrate or commemorate something.” And you do it well, you know you do. You’re proud of the work you do. “Its satisfying. Like I’m doing good in my own way.”

He smiles at that. 

“‘Interesting people’, huh? Have any good stories?”

“Hah,” you chuckle. “Oh do I.” You perk up, leaning in conspiratorially. “And in your line of work, you probably know some of the main antagonists.” 

His eyes definitely light up with interest. 

Pulling no punches, you dive into tales about Senators, big wigs, their staff, their relatives, the drama before, during, and after. His laughter is all the more hearty knowing who you're talking about. He even thanks you once for making him laugh so hard he cries about a particular Senator from Naboo and a Jedi getting told off for inappropriate use of an ice sculpture.

Knowing you know the main players, he pays you back 10 fold with his own stories- ridiculous requests, entitled children put in their place, the shenanigans his men pull when they think he isn't aware. You swap stories back and forth, relaxing in each others company, unwittingly moving closer together.

He’s nice, you keep thinking. He’s cute. He’s serious, but can laugh. You wonder… what he’s like when he’s alone, in the dark, laying in his own bed...

You only realize how long its been when you take a sip of your drink only to find the cold, watery dregs of melted ice. As you glance into your glass, with a small curse, you hear him say quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself:

“How anyone could do something stupid enough to lose a woman like you is beyond me.” He says quietly, almost to himself. You duck your head, a bit bashful, but keep your eyes up. So he’s feeling it too. He still wants you. He… he likes you. 

Maybe its knowing that, or maybe its the drinks. Or both. But suddenly you feel… sexier.

You look up at him through your eye lashes. 

“Is it alright if I… get more comfortable?”

His eyes spark with excitement and intrigue. “Of course,” he says quietly.

You close the small distance and slide into his lap, your back to the (you are totally sure) excited onlookers. 

You feel your heart pounding at the closeness, skin electric at your own daring.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes.” His voice is much deeper than it was. “More than alright.”

“Good,” you smile, one hand tracing behind his neck, lightly trailing through his curls. He gently places his hand on your leg, his coarse gloves ticking along your thigh, bewitched eyes starting to turn ravenous. 

‘You are absolutely stunning,” he breathes, voice low and serious.

You smile bashfully. “Thank you, its true.”

He lifts his hand and cups your neck, thumb tracing the length of your throat.

“I definitely, definitely want to kiss you right now.”

You place a finger against his lips. He smirks, slowly opening his mouth to lightly bite your fingertip. You breath catches at the small, sensual gesture. His eyes darken at the sound, his teeth releasing you.

“Kriff, mesh’la. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight.”

He kisses you. 

It's like a fire has started in your blood, burning away anything that isn’t this moment right here. You want him. You want him so badly, with his locks between your fingers and his teeth on your throat and his cock in your-

And you can. Because there is absolutely nothing holding you back.

You pull away just enough that your words ghost against his lips. “Do you want to get out of here… Commander?

His kiss is more insistent this time, ending with a small bite pulling your lower lip.

“More than anything.”

You slide off of him before taking him by the hand. He barely looks away from you as he grabs his helmet and dutifully follows you out of the club.

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Secret's Out

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 6.1k

Includes- Jungkook has a secret, massive dick Jungkook, kinda subby Jungkook, 69, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, passionate animalistic sex, cock riding, missionary, squirting, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

This fucking photo shoot is killing me

The fucking open jacket, the no shirt, abs and chest muscles on display, silver necklace against his skin, his black boxers peeling up from the waistband of his baggy jeans

My best friend is hot

I know, I have eyes

I can appreciate his good looks and his body is fucking beautiful

Plus the sexy stares mixed with the cute smiles...he knows what he's doing

ARMYS will go feral

And I'm pretty sure he's doing it to get his makeup artist ex-girlfriend jealous

She's here today, she did his makeup

I dunno why he'd want to make her jealous or want him when he broke up with her but guys are stupid

Very stupid

He takes the jacket off, now completely shirtless and sits down

He drapes the jacket over one of his shoulders, then poses with his hand over his mouth

Jesus Christ

His tattooed arm is on display, the colors popping

I love tattoos and the whole sleeve on him looks so....well hot

I watch the next few shots, moving from one foot to another in a pee dance

I have to go to the bathroom but I don't want to just walk away

I don't want him to think something is wrong

So I wait until the set is moved next to the couch and I get Jungkook's attention

"Bathroom", I mouth

He nods, giving me a thumbs up

I walk quickly through the doors to the set, then I practically run towards the bathroom

When I'm done, I'm on my way back to the set and I see his ex, Hannah, coming towards me

Well probably towards the bathroom, not me necessarily, just in my direction

I feel like I should say something to her

Jungkook dumped her suddenly and I'm sure she's hurt

And it must suck to have to keep working with someone who hurt you

"Hey Hannah. I'm sorry about you and Jungkook", I say, as she starts to pass me

She stops, sneering at me, "Yeah I bet you fucking are"

Uh what the fuck?

Why is she being such a shit head?

I'm actually being nice

I didn't have to say shit to her

I could of just ignored her

Fuck me for trying to be nice

"Yeah I don't know what that's supposed to mean but fuck you", I snap, "I'm trying to be nice-"

"I don't need you to be nice. I need you to get the fuck out of my face"

Ok, now, I'm pissed

I didn't do shit to this bitch

"What the fuck is your problem?", I snarl

"Like you don't know!"

Is she stupid?

Obviously I don't know if I'm asking her

"I don't know you moron, that's why I'm asking!"

"Yeah right! Like you don't know the reason Jungkook broke up with me is because of you"

I raise my eyebrows in shock

Because of me?

He never said they broke up because of me

I didn't do anything

I didn't give him any problems about her or tell him anything negative about her either

I supported him

So what the fuck is he using me as an excuse for?

"Me?", I gape

She narrows her eyes at me, "Yes you! He didn't tell you what he did?"

Uh no, only that he broke up with her

He said he wasn't feeling it or her and ended it

I shake my head

"He fucking yelled your name during sex!"

I cannot even describe the amount of shock running through me right now

"Excuse me?", I whisper

"He yelled your name! When he came, he yelled your name! He was thinking about you!", she snaps, "I was so hurt but I was still going to forgive him. Until he told me"

Told her what?

What did he say that made her hate me so vehemently?

"He told you what?"

"That he fucking loves you!", she spits hatefully, "He said he's in love with you for as long as he can remember"

My heart drops to my feet

No, no way

It's not possible

I would of known, I would of seen it

Felt it

Right?

"He told me that he was trying to date to get over you. Like an experiment. But it didn't work. Our whole relationship he just wanted you. He never had feelings for me. And he didn't want to try anymore. He broke my heart because of you"

I feel like I'm hearing what she's saying but my brain isn't processing it

I feel like that loading meme that's popular but it's happening for real

"So don't come here with your bullshit sorries. I don't believe you. Stay the fuck away from me"

I can't respond

For once in my life I'm speechless

"Fuck you", she spits, then turns away, stalking to the bathroom, leaving me utterly flabbergasted

I don't know how long I stand there until my brain finally screams, "Jungkook loves you"

I'm almost afraid to believe it

My brain keeps coming up with reasons why it's not true

He lied to her

He used me as a reason to break up with her

He didn't want her to try to get him back so he told her he loved me

There's just no way he loves me

Right?

The door behind me that leads to the set opens but I can't turn around to see who it is

I'm still dazed

"There you are", Jungkook says

Fuck, it's him

I don't move, don't answer him, I'm frozen

He comes around me, peering down at me, "Jo? You ok?"

I lock eyes with him and blurt, "You're in love with me?"

His eyes widen and for a fraction of a second I see pure panic in them

But it's gone in a nanosecond

"Excuse me?"

"You're in love with me", I repeat

"Jo what the fuck-", he starts

"Hannah told me"

He rolls his eyes, but it's forced, "Don't listen to her. She's pissed at me"

"She said you called my name when you came. She said you told her you're in love with me"

I don't know why I'm just stating these things like this

Just matter of fact, like all this didn't shake me to my core

Didn't make me hope

Must be the shock

He laughs, shaking his head, "No I didn't"

He's lying, I realize

His laugh isn't genuine

It's a nervous laugh

His eyes are darting everywhere, he keeps shifting on his feet, his hand is in the back of his hair like when he's caught lying

Oh my god it's true

He loves me

"C'mon Jo, you know I love you. But not-"

I don't even think, I just step closer to him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him

The millisecond his lips touch mine, it's like I'm floating, like everything finally makes sense

I've waited a life time for this

And like I suspected, he doesn't pull away

Instead his arms drop around my body, pulling me closer to him, kissing me back hard

His tongue finds its way against mine, deepening the kiss, his lip ring cool against the side of my lip

My head is spinning, Jungkook the only thing in it

I don't want to stop but I kinda need to breathe so I reluctantly break the kiss

I look up at him to find him looking at me in complete shock

"Don't lie to me", I whisper

He swallows hard but nods, saying so very softly, "I'm so fucking in love with you"

I close my eyes, letting the words wash over me

Then I open my eyes, look right in his and say, "I'm so fucking in love with you Jungkook"

Surprise enters his beautiful brown eyes, "Are...are you serious?"

I nod, "Yeah Kookie. I've always loved you like that"

"I've always loved you like that too Jo", he tells me, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you're famous Kookie. You can have any of the beautiful idols and hell even American artists you want. I'm just your normal boring best friend. I never thought you'd feel the same way"

He shakes his head, "I've only ever felt this way for you. I tried to date other people Jo, I tried to get over you, I tried to feel this way with someone else but I never do. You're the only one I feel this way about. The only one I feel this way with. I can't even express how much I love you"

"I know how much Kookie. If it's as much as I love you, I know", I tell him

He nods, stammering, "Ok. Ok...you...we...are we.."

"Together?", I finish

"Yeah. Are we?"

"Do you want to be?", I ask

"So fucking much", he answers immediately

I smile at him, "Well I want that so fucking much too"

"Ok..you're....you're mine?", he asks so cutely, like he needs confirmation

"Yes", I clarify, "Are you mine?"

"Yes", he says rapidly, "Always"

I'm so fucking happy, I'm delirious

I never thought he'd ever see me like I see him but apparently he always did

And I was blind to it

Guess I'm very stupid too

"Good", I say, "Now that that's settled..."

I pull him back towards me and he immediately comes, his lips against mine again

My god, I'm never going to get enough of his kisses

Never

They feel so good, like I'm where I belong, like I'm home

His arms wrap around me, keeping me against him as the kiss continues

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"

We reluctantly pull away, turning towards Hannah, who's fuming

"Though you said you didn't know how he feels about you, you fucking liar"

"I didn't", I growl, not liking how she's talking to me

She's acting like I actively took Jungkook from her when I had no idea about his feelings

"Looks like you got really comfortable kissing my ex in the span of five minutes"

"You mean kissing my best friend who's now my boyfriend", I snap

"Move on fast huh Jungkook? Like a fucking man whore"

He rolls his eyes, "Oh fuck off Hannah. You know how I feel about her. You think I'm gonna say no when she tells me she feels the same? Because if you do then you're really dumb"

"Fuck you. I hate both of you"

I mean I don't care if she hates me

Doesn't bother me in the slightest

"I'm sorry Hannah", he says, "I don't know how many times I can apologize to you. I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry but I broke up with you because I didn't have feelings for you. Would you rather I lied and stayed with you?"

"I would rather you had feelings for me and forgot about her", she spits

He just shakes his head, "I would never forget about her. I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted it too"

"Yeah, you seem real sorry", she snarls, "Just fuck off"

He just sighs as she walks back to the set

"That went well", I giggle

He laughs, shaking his head, "As good as it'll get"

"Now, where were we?"

"Hmm", he smirks, leaning down, his lips against mine, "Right about here"

"So kiss me"

And he does

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"Fuck baby, let me get the door open", he groans, as I press kiss after kiss to his gorgeous neck

"You were the one who wanted to carry me", I remind him, squeezing my legs that are around his waist

As soon as we got out of his car, he kissed me, picking me up and carrying me to his apartment

He just pulled away from my lips to try to get the door open but I need to kiss him somewhere

So neck it is

I'm getting all the right spots as his body is shivering with each kiss and I memorize where they are so I can make him feel good all the time

I drag my lips to his strong jaw, spreading kisses all over him as he finally gets the key in the door

I hear the locks turn and the door open

Barking fills the hallway as Jungkook shuts and locks the door

I feel puppy paws on my leg and pull away from Jungkook long enough to look down

Bam is barking excitedly, standing on his back legs, his front ones on mine and Jungkook's legs, his tail wagging like crazy

"Bam down", Jungkook commands, but Bam ignores him

I giggle, reaching down and petting Bam on the head

"Hi Bammi", I coo

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Bam gets all your attention now huh?"

"Oh stop", I laugh, kissing his soft lips, "I'm just saying hi. Don't be jealous of your dog"

He huffs as he puts me down and it's the cutest thing in the world

"I gotta feed him. Hold on ok?"

I nod, kneeling down to hug Bam while Jungkook goes in the kitchen

Bam's such a cuddle bug, he loves to be hugged, petted, kissed

He thinks he's a tiny dog

"Bam! Food!", Jungkook calls

Bam takes off towards the kitchen running right past Jungkook as he comes out

He immediately comes over to me, picking me up and making his way to his bedroom

"You're all mine now"

"Always Kookie", I answer

He smiles, then he's kissing me and I'm in heaven

One of his hands lets me go and I hear the door to his room open

He walks in, our lips still against each others as he kicks the door closed

Getting us on his bed, he moves on top of me, his lips trailing down to my jaw

"Mine", he whispers

"Yeah Kookie", I confirm

"Fuck baby, I tried so hard to get you to notice me", he murmurs, kisses all over my neck now, "It was driving me fucking crazy when you wouldn't notice. I had to invite you to this shoot in hopes you'd notice me"

Wait, he planned that?

Then he was acting sexy....

"You were acting sexy like that for me?"

He nods, his lips sending shivers all over my body, "So you'd notice me. Did it work?"

"Nnn..no", I tell him, lifting his face to mine, "I noticed you when we were fifteen and I started noticing guys existed. I've noticed everyday since then, wanted just you every day since then. I don't need a sexy photo shoot to notice you baby"

He smiles softly, "I've wanted you since we were teenagers too baby. I used to think about you all the time when I was training for BTS, wishing you could be with me, wanting to make you proud"

"Always baby. I was always proud of you. Still am. Always will be", I promise, "No matter what you do Kookie, I'll always support you, I'll always be by your side"

"And I'll be by yours", he promises, gazing at me so seriously, "I'll support you in anything Jo. I'll protect you, keep you safe, do everything to make you happy every day of our lives"

Smiling, I run my fingers in his hair, "You make me happy Kookie"

He smiles back, "You make me happy too baby"

He leans down, his soft beautiful lips against mine, making me melt against him

His hands trail down my body, ducking under my shirt, his fingers finally touching my bare skin

I moan in his mouth as his hands run so slowly up my body, sparks flashing everywhere he touches

I almost can't believe my body is reacting this way but it's Jungkook so of course it is

"Your skin is so soft baby", he murmurs, "Feels so good"

I blush, whispering a thanks which makes him chuckle

"You're welcome baby"

Well let's see if I can get him to react the same way

As I kiss him, I move my hands under his shirt and fuck me his skin is so soft

Has to be softer than mine

And he's so warm to the touch

I explore the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles move under my hands as he continues to grope me

It's such a turn on and I can feel the power in him

Bunching his shirt up, I pull it up slowly, his arms moving to help me take it off

I toss it to the side of the bed, my eyes drinking in the beauty that is Jungkook

His hands start pulling up my shirt but I sit up, stopping him, mesmerized by his muscular chest and of course his abs, the skin looking so smooth there

I put my hands on him and he keeps trying to get my shirt off but it's not working

"Please baby, wanna see you", he whines, tugging harder on my shirt as my hands run all over his abs, dragging up to his amazing chest then sliding all over his upper arms

God he's amazing

I know I'm going to be groping him all the damn time now

"Baby!", he continues to whine, "You've seen me already baby!"

He's referring to today when he did the shirtless shoot

This however is not the same

"Never touched", I murmur, "And I haven't seen all of you"

I move my hands down, passing over his soft smooth skin down to his sweatpants, pushing them and his boxers down

I can't fucking wait anymore

"But I didn't see any of you yet baby!", he exclaims, frustratedly

"Just take them off!", I whine, "Then you can do whatever you want"

He groans but stands up, letting everything drop to the floor

I can't do anything but gaping at my naked boyfriend

He's....perfect

My gaze scans to his dick and oh my god that's huge

Long, massively thick, so stiff and leaking cum

He's a fucking god, I'm sure of it

"Fuck Jungkook", I murmur

He ignores me as he gets on the bed, pulling up my shirt, "Take the fucking shirt off or I'll rip it off you"

Oh god, yes please

So I just smirk at him, keeping my arms down so he can't get it off me

"Fuck", he growls, pushing me down on the bed, grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling hard, tearing sounds ripping through the room

I feel the fabric give way as he completely rips the shirt down the middle

"Move your arms baby", he grunts and I do, letting him get the scraps of my shirt off

His arms move around my back, lifting me off the bed, one of his hands talking off my bra

I'm laid on the bed again as he throws my bra somewhere in his room

"Oh my fucking god, you're so fucking hot", he gapes, his hands roaming my body, his touch sending every piece of skin into a blaze

He leans down, his lips pressing kisses to my sternum tattoo and my body feels like it's made of electricity

My body, on its own, arches into his lips, wanting them on every part of my body

"Fuck baby", he groans as he moves to my rib tattoo, "I had no idea you had all these tattoos. They're so hot. You're so hot"

I doubt that

Definitely not hot compared to him

His lips leave kiss after kiss all over my chest, his hands squeezing my boobs at the same time

He kisses down to my nipple, where he tugs it in his mouth, sucking softly

Wetness floods my panties as I moan, arching my back into him, my hand plunging in his hair

After a minute, he switches to my other nipple, sucking away like he does this all the time

"Fuck baby, your nipples are so good to suck on. Fucking love them", he groans

"Kookie", I whine, feeling so good

He's hasn't even touched my pussy yet and I'm already feeling so much pleasure

He pulls off my nipple, his lips pressing kisses in between my boobs, scorching my skin in so much heat

He travels lower, endless kisses pressed into my skin, his fingers following his lip's wake until they end up by my pants

"You gonna give me a hard time about taking your pants and panties off too?", he asks, his eyes lifting to mine

I shake my head

No I'm definitely not

"Good girl", he smirks, pulling everything down and off in one go, throwing my clothes across his room

"Fucking beautiful baby", he whispers, his eyes all over my naked body

I'd thought I'd feel shy about him seeing me but I'm not

I guess it's because I oogled him just like he's oogling me

It's fair

And right now my eyes are on his massive cock

Fuck me, I want to suck on him so badly

He has other ideas, kissing my lower stomach again, hands squeezing my thighs

His lips move lower and lower, his hands spreading my legs wider

I must be crazy but I want to suck him off first

I'm dying to have his cock in my mouth

Right as he gets to my pussy, I push his head back gently, "Wait"

"Joanne!!", he explodes

"Kookie", I start

"Why are you torturing me?", he whines

I know he's frustrated but he's so cute when he whines

"I'm not baby. I just...I wanna suck your cock"

"No!", he exclaims

"No?", I ask, my eyebrows raised

What guy turns down a blow job?

"No! Fuck baby, I just want my face in your pretty pussy, I'm fucking dying to eat you out and you keep stopping me!"

Well, I want his dick in my mouth

"But I want to suck your cock!", I whine

"Arrgg", he shouts

The next thing I know, he grabbed me and maneuvered me so easily into a 69 position, his hard leaking cock right in my face

"There. Happy?", he grunts

Very

"Yeah. You?"

"I'll be happy when you finally let me taste you", he grumbles

I don't answer, instead licking along his slit, tasting his cum

Fuck, he tastes good

"Fuck baby", he moans, then his tongue is buried in my pussy, swirling everywhere as he pulls me against his face

"Oh fuck!", I cry, pleasure hitting me so fast

"Oh god, so fucking good", he moans in between licks, "So fucking sweet. God baby more, give me more"

My legs shake around his head and I have to concentrate on his dick in front of me so I can suck him off good

Putting my tongue on his underside, I lick up slowly, savoring the feel of his soft skin

He moans in my cunt, licking up and down rapidly, like he can't get enough

Holding his cock in front of my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his fat head, getting a taste of his cum as I do

How is he so good and why am I noticing it?

Taking his head in my mouth I suck on it, feeling how wide he stretches my mouth open

"Mmm baby", groans, his tongue flicking my clit, making me moan against his cock

He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, wiggling it, sending pleasure careening through my body

I push down his cock more, getting as much as I can in until he hits the back of my throat

I choke, pulling a little off

I know there's no way I can get his entire massive cock in my throat right now

That I'm going to have to practice

But I can get a little more than half and I start bobbing my head on him

His fingers dig into my thighs, as he sucks my clit into his mouth, slurping all over me

Using my hand, I stroke the rest of his cock, as I fuck my mouth on his shaft, drooling all over him

This has to be one of the messiest blow jobs I ever gave

But God, do I love sucking his cock

Sliding up and down on his fat cock, I swallow every time I take him in, squeezing his cock in my throat

His tongue slides around my hole a few times before plunging inside

My mind goes hazy from the bliss as I clench down on his tongue

"Mmm, pussy's so tight", he groans, shoving his tongue in and out of my cunt, "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock"

"Mm", I answer, pulling off his dick, keeping my hand moving, "Can't wait to feel this cock fuck me open"

"Oh I will baby", he assures me, "I will"

His tongue slides in and out of my hole while I take him in my mouth as far as I can and start sucking on him, hard

"Fuck baby", he groans, "That's it baby. Suck my cock just like that"

I smirk, continuing my movements

And he said he didn't want a blow job

Liar

His mouth wraps around my clit again, sucking as hard and fast as he can, keeping his tongue against my bump, blasting pleasure in my body

I'm gonna cum soon but I can't find it in myself to get off his dick

I'm enjoying sucking on him way too much

"Gonna give me that pretty cream that's flooding my face baby", he murmurs, before sucking again

"Mmmm!", I cry, my fingers gripping his thigh hard as I suck his cock like my life depends on it

My legs shake around his head, my eyes closing as bliss hits me hard and I cum all over his face

He sucks a few more times, then his tongue runs down my cunt, burying in my hole

"Oh fuck", he moans, licking and keeping me in pleasure, "Such a sweet pussy. Sweet cream. So fucking good"

He continues to run his tongue on my pussy as my orgasm tapers off, then presses a kiss to my cunt

He easily man-handles me, pulling me off his cock, making me whine

Turning me around, he puts me in his lap as he lays down, pleadingly

"Sit on my cock baby", he begs, his fingers gripping my hips so hard, "Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly. Want to feel you around me"

Fuck, is Jeon, Jungkook actually begging me

It's so goddamn hot

"Yeah? Is that what you want", I tease lovingly, leaning over him, pushing his hair from his forehead

His brown eyes stare at me intensely, biting his lip as he nods

"Please baby. I want you. Please, I waited for you for so long. Don't make me wait any more"

"I won't baby", I say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips

I swear I will never get over how good his kiss is

He deepens the kiss, his tongue playing with mine as I hold his dick up, moving over him, aligning him to my hole

Sitting on his head, I push down trying to get him in

He's really fucking massive and I push down harder, feeling his fat cock stretch out my hole

It feels so fucking good

"Oh my fucking god", he cries, his head pushing back into the pillow, such pretty sounds coming from his mouth

I continue to slide down, my pussy watering his cock the more and more I get him in

"So tight! Baby, god your pussy is so tight", he pants, lifting his head slightly, watching my pussy take his cock, "Oh my god. So pretty. Your pussy's so pretty wrapped around my cock"

"You feel so good baby", I gasp

His cock is so fucking long, I haven't even bottomed him out yet

I move my hips in a circle, opening my pussy as much as I can around his thick cock

"Fuck, so pretty", he moans, "Pretty pussy moving on me. Wanna be stuffed inside you baby. Please, take all of me"

"I will baby", I assure him, holding onto his upper arms as I shove myself down

"Yes, yes yes!", he yells, "Oh my fucking god! Fuck"

His beautiful body shakes under me, pleasure all over his face

He's so fucking gorgeous

I finally bottom him out, taking all of his fat cock, moaning and feeling so fucking full

"Yes baby!", he yells, "So fucking good. God you feel so good. Throbbing so hard"

I am

My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably around his cock, we're such a snug fit with no room to spare

I've never taken a cock as massive as his but he feels so fucking amazing

"Please ride me baby", he begs, breathing hard, "Ride my cock. Please"

I nod, leaning on his abs getting ready

I'm so excited, knowing he's going to feel incredible

Pushing up, I slide up his long cock all the way to his head

"Yes yes yes", he moans, his tattooed fingers around my hips, looking so good gripping my skin like a life line

I slide back down, taking him all in in one shot, his cock splitting me open so widely, his head smashing my spot

"Jungkook, oh god", I cry

I move, bouncing up and down on his massive cock, somehow able to bottom him out with each move

And he's a complete moaning mess under me- panting, telling me how good I feel, moaning my name, sweat filling his hair and body, his body shaking with each slam down, gripping my hips so hard I know there's going to be pretty bruises

I watch him in massive pleasure, the sight such a turn on

I've never thought he'd be this way

He has such an aura of a dom and maybe he is but right now he's submitting to the pleasure

It's a beautiful sight

And he feels so fucking good, opening me so well, the drag of his cock making me shiver, making me so wet

I don't stop riding him, pumping my legs, wanting his cock buried inside me over and over

The sound of my skin hitting his is so loud in the room, I love hearing it

"Fuck baby", he murmurs, his eyes opening, staring at where we meet, "Your cunt is creaming my cock so much. Such a pretty mess"

"Mmm", I murmur, shivering as his head keeps hitting my spot over and over

"Want you to make a mess on my cock everyday", he begs, his eyes lifting to mine, "Please baby, promise you'll cream my cock everyday"

"I promise", I assure him, riding him hard, my fingers digging into his skin, "Gonna be on your cock all the time"

"Yes baby, yes", he whines, panting so hard

Each time I take him in, he hits my spot with his head, I get closer and closer to my orgasm

"So fucking tight!", he yells, "Fuck, want you to cum on me! Please baby, cum on me!"

"Sssss....soon", I murmur, continuing to play on his cock, right there

The next bounce has me seeing stars as I cum all over his beautiful cock

"Jungkook!", I cry, the ecstasy tsunaming over me, clenching his cock in a vice grip over and over

"Yes!", he screams, gasping for breath, "Yes, oh my god, you feel so good. Oh my god it feels so fucking good!"

The pleasure is so overwhelming, tears falling down my face as I grind and rock on his perfect cock

"Baby! Baby! Fuck!", he yells, tears of his own leaking from his eyes, "You feel so good. Oh god, it feels so fucking good when you cum!"

As the pleasure tapes off, I stop moving, gasping for breath, trying to get myself together after that mind shattering orgasm

Jungkook sits up, pulling me against him and flipping us over, my back slamming on the bed, his mouth against mine, tongue down my throat, cock still buried inside me

His arms move under my legs, pushing them to my chest and begins to pound his cock into me

I moan loudly in his mouth, my body shaking hard, the pure pleasure assaulting my body

"Gonna fuck you so good", he murmurs, "Fucking split your pretty pussy wide open every fucking day"

"Yes baby. Yes", I moan, my brain turning off from the pleasure he's giving me

"Pussy is so loud, so fucking wet. Drenching my cock, my lap, my bed. Fuck I love it", he pants, sitting on his knees, plunging his cock so deeply into me

I feel like my head is in the clouds, so fucked out from his perfect cock, tears flowing profusely from the bliss

He throws my legs over his shoulders, gripping my waist, lifting me up, his cock impaling me so fucking fast

"Gonna break this pussy on my cock", he growls, his eyes on his cock fucking me, "Fucking swallowing my cock so perfectly. I belong inside you baby"

I nod, gripping his wrists hard, "Yes Kookie! Yes"

His eyes lift to mine, "You belong wrapped around me. You're mine"

"Yes", I whisper, "I'm yours"

"I love you"

"I love you Kookie", I tell him

He leans over, kissing me hard and I fall into his kiss

When the kiss is over, he straightens up, fucking harder into me

I watch him fuck me and he's so goddamn hot

His abs tight as he moves, his chest flexing, his arms bulging, veins popping, concentration on his face

A fucking sex god

No doubt about it

"Need you to cum on me", he growls, "I need to feel you baby. I need it"

I pulse incessantly around him as I get closer and closer

"Yes baby", he grunts, "Pussy wants to cum. So tight for me. Throbbing so good. Cum for me baby"

His cock buries inside me, intense pleasure washing over me, blinding me as I scream loudly, coming the hardest I think I've ever cum

"Yes fuck", Jungkook screams, "Fuck, squirt on my cock baby. So fucking pretty!"

I'm vaguely aware that I'm squirting but I can't think through the bliss

"Feels so fucking amazing", he gasps for breath, "You're orgasms feel so good"

He keeps fucking into me, the pleasure lasting so long

I can't breathe, I'm sweating so much, my heart pounding in my chest as his cock barrels in over and over

"One more. One more", he chants, moving my legs around his waist, his thumb pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously, "Cum around my cock. Please baby, cum so I can. Wanna fill you with cum. Wanna fill my pussy with cum. Gonna let me fill you with cum?"

"Yes Jungkook!", I scream, falling head first into another mind shattering orgasm, right after my last one

Ecstacy takes over my body, uncontrollable shaking going through me

"Jungkook!", I scream, my throat raw, "Jungkook!"

I hear Jungkook scream my name, his cock throbbing, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me

I can feel every movement of his cock, every drop of his cum fill me and leak around us

I force my eyes open, the stunning sight of him coming knocking the breath from my lungs

Intense pleasure all over his face as he screams my name, tears flowing down his face, sweat dripping off him onto my skin, his body visibly shaking, his arms shaking as he desperately holds himself up

We finish together, both of us breathing hard as he pulls out, dropping on the bed next to me

I don't think I can move yet but Jungkook reaches out, taking my hand and pulling me to him

His strong muscular arms wrap around me, holding me to him, making me feel so safe and protected

Cuddling into him, I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat

"I love you", he says softly

"I love you", I answer, hugging him tightly

"My baby. Fuck, I'm so happy you're mine", he says sleepily

"Me too Kookie. I'm happy you're mine"

"Mmm baby, nap time? I'm so tired"

I giggle, "Well we did fuck each other like animals"

"Yeah", he smiles, "Was so good"

"It was", I confirm

"We can do it again later?"

He's so cute, his eyes already closed, his voice so lazy

"Everyday baby, as much as you want"

"Mmm good"

I just giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "Sleep baby. You're tired"

I sit up, grabbing the blanket that was pushed to the foot of the bed and pull it over us

As soon as I lay down, Jungkook, moves, laying half on me, his face in my neck, arms securely around my waist, his leg thrown over my hip

I giggle tiredly, kissing his forehead, holding him and closing my eyes, feeling so safe in his arms

[jungle-angel]

Like An Open Book (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob not only make great partners at school, but also at home

Warnings: SMUT!!!! All 18+ warnings apply

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe

"Damnit Pumpkin!" Bob swore when he heard the meow of the black cat squirming happily in the pile of sticky notes on the old wooden desk. "How many times do I have to tell you! Out!! Out I say!"

With a rather cheeky little meow, Pumpkin leapt off the desk, her black form slinking out of the library and into the living room.

"Cat's at it again I presume?" you chuckled, making your way in.

"I knew she was trouble when we brought her and her mate home as kittens from the shelter," Bob answered. "I dunno what it is with my desk (y/n), she rolls on it like it's catnip."

"Well, it might also be the essential oil spray we use in here but....."

Bob rolled his eyes, opening up one of the books to the place he had marked. "Oh....." he said, raising his eyebrows. "Oh-ho, what have we here now?"

You scrunched your eyebrows together as Bob turned the book around and showed you the rather erotic illustration, no doubt from a book on ancient tantric sex.

"BOB!" you gasped, clamping a hand over your mouth.

"Oh honey believe me I've got a whole shelf of sin sitting right in front of you," Bob chuckled.

You took one good look at the messily stacked shelf in front of you, your jaw dropping at the titles in front of you, unable to stop yourself from pulling the book off the shelf.

"Oh that's a good one," Bob pointed out. "I heard it was banned in France and England."

You laughed a little but upon reading it you could see why. "Oh.....oh.....OH SHIT!" you blurted out. "Ok now I see why."

Bob laughed again.

Quickly you shoved the book back onto the shelf as though it had burned your hand. The burn in your cheeks was enough to make Bob unable to resist kissing them, the way they ran warm against his lips and made his own go pink.

"Aw c'mon Mrs. Floyd," he purred. "Can't have a library without the erotica section can we?"

You laughed a little but felt a moan beginning to come up in your throat as he nipped at your pulse point and down to where your neck and shoulder met. You tried to stop it from escaping, but it was no use.

"Shhhh, sweetpea it's ok," Bob whispered in your ear, gently kissing the soft little spot near your lobe. "Nobody's around to hear us except the cats."

You felt his hands creeping up the front of your shirt as your kissing intensified, never once breaking as Bob warmed his hands on your sides, feeling their way to your lower back and stomach. God it was heaven, his touch warm like the beginnings of a fire and the lingering taste of cinnamon, nutmeg and hazelnut on his tongue from his morning coffee.

Bob let out a breathy moan as he pulled your hips closer to his. You didn't let go of him at all, his kissing deepening as you felt the hardness growing in his jeans.

"Off," you whispered.

"What?" Bob replied.

"Pants off," you told him. "I need you."

You felt Bob smiling into the kiss as you began reaching down, lower and lower, the clink of his belt loosening, the snap of the button and the sound of his zipper being lowered nearly drove him over the edge. Bob flung one of your legs across his hip, his pants half off as you began undoing the buttons on his favorite blue shirt.

He laid you right down on the rug, rutting against you just a little bit as he began helping you off with your clothes, first your shirt, then your jeans until you were in nothing but your bra and underwear.

"You really know how to drive me crazy don't you Mrs. Floyd?" Bob purred, holding your arms above your head and kissing down your neck.

A more audible moan fell from your mouth as he buried his face in your chest, digging his hips deeper into you, his cock still imprisoned behind the threads of his grey boxers.

"Wanna dig my cock into you so bad Mrs. Floyd," he moaned. "I'm all hot and hard."

God he would have driven you over the edge with that one, even as he kissed your stomach, nipping at the sensitive area around your navel. You moved your hips up just a little as he began running his tongue through your folds and along the edge of your thin panties.

You shuddered as you felt Bob's teeth around your panties, slowly pulling them off and spitting them out into his hand. "Oh God sweetheart, you're wet for me already," he chuckled.

"Just for you Bob," you moaned.

Bob chuckled as he buried his face in your soaked pussy, drawing one moan after another out of you before he couldn't take it anymore, slipping off his boxers before slowly sliding himself inside you.

"Bob," you moaned at the sudden heat entering between your legs. "Bob, sweetie....."

"Shhhh, sweetheart it's ok," Bob assured you. "It's ok......that's it.....that's it.....oh baby, you're taking me so well."

It hurt just a little, but that was because he was so big, stretching your walls in ways you never thought possible as he lay on top of you, pressing both of you against the rug and drawing out your orgasm for as long as you both could possibly go.

"Can't imagine what it'll be like when it takes," Bob mumbled against your skin. "What it'll be like to feel that little baby in your tummy, rolling over and all curled up inside you.... watching you grow and your body change......"

You felt yourself gasping and gushing onto his cock with Bob not too far behind you as a hot rush of liquid burst up between your legs. He sat you up in his lap so that you were pressed against each other, his breath evening out with yours. You swore you could feel Bob's heart beating wildly in his chest, his skin hot against your own as he rested his head between your boobs.

"Baby?" he mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

You laughed a little as you began playing with and kissing his hair.

"So warm too," he mumbled again. "Wanna warm my cock in you all night long."

You didn't mind the cockwarming at all. The library was warm as hell, making the heavy snowfall outside just a little more bearable.

"C'mon Bob," you chuckled softly. "I think we need to get back to business."

"But I wanna make sure it takes," he said, pretending to whine.

You laughed again. "Bob, when it takes, it will take," you promised him. "Do you want a nap before we get back to work?"

You felt him nod before you rose up off his cock and made your way to the living room, throwing a few logs into the fireplace before lighting it and making a makeshift bed on the floor of all the pillows, cushions and blankets you could gather. You and Bob snuggled in with each other, your gentle little touches, kissing and caressing making you both ready for another round.

[thisismeracing]

Mick + shopping + fluff 🤍

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Shopping | MS47

⸺ the one where you go shopping together. ✓ no warnings.

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Yn makes a U-turn going straight into the lingerie store.

"Babe, I'm shopping for lingeries now, you can...I dunno, go see some shoes or eat something while I dive in here. You can leave all these bags with me too. Are you sure they aren't too heavy?" She blurted, looking at all the shopping bags Mick was carrying.

Earlier that day when she was getting ready to go out and he was lying in bed, Mick asked where she was going and if he could tag along. And when Yn told him she needed some new clothes and shoes, she thought he would dismiss her and choose something fun to do by himself, but he got up and started getting dressed to go with her. Granted, he wasn't having the best time of his life, but he was sure having fun. Being around Yn was enough for him, and plus he got himself some new shirts and pants too.

And of course, Mick is a gentleman, so he was carrying all her bags and following her around like a lost -but happy- puppy. Yn would try every piece and parade them for Mick who would give his honest opinion and even clap and whistle sometimes. They were having fun together, doing something that Yn never thought would be fun for a male partner -that considering all her's and her friends' experiences. However, Mick was different. Mick showed her how love could be. He gave her all his patience, love, affection, and attention. He was honest, and he would make a point of spending time together whenever they could. And now, he wanted to lingerie shop with her.

"I'm coming. Can I come?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in confusion as to why she was being quick to instruct him to leave.

"Yeah- do you really wanna tag along? Aren't you tired of running around the mall?"

Mick chuckled, "Yn, I'm an athlete. Do you really think walking for a bit will take all my energy away?" he questioned and when she opened her mouth he added, "Don't even mention the bags, they lightweight for me."

"Oh- ok, then," she couldn't help but grin, and grab his arm entering the store.

Not only did he watch her, but he helped Yn find her size when she liked on display, he did all the whistling and clapping too, though he had to charm the saleswoman with an autograph so she would let him into the fitting room with Yn. And though Mick saw everything, helped her choose, and paid for it without her noticing -something he had been doing all day-, he still asked for a private show at home just to hype her up.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Mick will go shopping with you and not only will he like it, but he'll end up getting stuff for him too. change my mind lol I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me a comment *mwah*

[ohtobemare]

Until We Fall, Intro • Logan Howlett x fem!OC

summary: DP&W AU. It's been God knows how many years after Logan's death in North Dakota—and this wouldn't be much of a story without a shiny new villain with a hot new plan, or someone to save the world. Well, maybe two someones. Ok, you win, three. But first, you have track down that said someone—the Wolverine. And who better to do that than the girl who found him the first time? Logan/OC pairings: Logan/worst!Wolverine x fem!OC warnings: age gap, very, very alternative universe; pre-existing relationship that hasn't been written yet (based on the upcoming series, Mare & the Wolverine), fluff and angst, language, PG-13 spicy stuff, religion, violence (lots and lots of violence, this is Deadpool we're talking about), no experience writing DP or Wolvie but oh well, a bunch of other stuff we won't get into, plus size OC, a different way of approaching mutants, yes this is a self-insert leave me ALONE.

It's Called an Intro, Mothereffers

Hi, welcome to the fuc–I mean freak, show. Don't want to blow the whole damn budget on the first 2.5 seconds of page time, right? Critics, good God–they're the worst. One sentence in and they'll judge the whole effin' book, hook line and sinker without even getting to the plot. Frickin' internet has made everyone a literary genius. Not.

ANYWAY—you're probably wondering what the eff I'm doing in the middle of this shitshow, huh? A story that isn't mine, hell—a story that isn't even technically written yet. That's a Fox thing. Or an MCU thing. Or a….thing, I guess? Dunno, this habit of timelines and then redoing and undoing them like a nun unbuckling a priests robes in a spittin' hurry after church is getting old—nobody really knows what the heck is going on. But, that's showbiz, right?

Rabbit trail, sorry. Frickin' brain. Anyway, yes–here. Ahem.

Well, really, we've got ourselves a Code Redpool (see what I did there?) with this one—someone trying to take over the world, rattle some cages, all that jazz. And if you didn't already know, such sticky little cumsucking messes requires a little bit more than a mercenary with a mouth. We already know I can't—don't—save the world. Despite what the box office may lend. It's above my paygrade, my hero tier. This rated R mothereffer hasn't gotten there yet, not on his own. Maybe another million or fifty.

Could be different this go around, though. Who effin' knows. All I know is that to save a world, to make a story, you need a couple of things—a smashin' budget, a whole helluva lot of copyright law, and a hero. An "anchor being," because Marvel has to be frickin' special. Sometimes two when the situation is Redpool, like it is. Maybe three, because I'll be EFFED if I'm not part of this one. Earnin' my stripes, going all Tony the Tiger and shit. You know the drill.

To help me out, I need the big guy. Yeah. Not talking about Jesus, though it could be argued He's a factor, here. Very non denominational, very off script, very demure. Think more…yellow. Feral, as it were. Canadian. Yeah, dumbass—we need the Wolverine. The guy with the forks, the mutton chops from the 70s that were definitely a…choice. Logan. Yeah, him. Mr. Feral Forest Weasel himself.

And we'll probably need someone who can help us get to Logan, since he wouldn't know me from fresh effin' ADAM. If you saw Logan, you'll understand. Though it didn't happen exactly that way, because this is an AU—that fanfiction shit, you know. Sigh. We need someone who's tamed the beast, has clawed under all that adamantium and seen the hero where a trainwreck of a multiple-movies-gone-bad guy has stood.

A girl, genius. We need a girl. And lucky for you, delightful little fourth-wallians, I've got just the one.

Buckle up, mothereffer's—shit's about to get Wolverine-d.

prologue

tags: @just-a-silly-howlett-lover

[midgardian-witch]

I dunno if you’re taking requests, so sorry if this kinda just shows up and you’re not taking requests 💀

But I was wondering you could do the moon boys with like bassist reader. Cause as a bassist I sometimes just like get into the groove too much and I’m just playing like mindlessly playing Pyretta Blaze or like Bombtrack. Or like reader is playing like Tommy The Cat and the moon boys are in like awe.

Sorry if this was too vague!

At the moment I am always taking requests but it may just take a while until I can get one done 😅 So no worries, anon!

I have no background in or talent regarding music so bare with me here 😅

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tags: fluff | established relationship | can be read as platonic relationship too | gender-neutral reader (they/them pronouns are used for reader)

relationships: Moon Knight System/Reader

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Bleary-eyed and with sleep still clinging to every muscle Marc wakes up to music filtering through the bedroom door. He lays there for a bit, brows furrowed in concentration, just listening to the low notes. He could swear he recognizes the song from somewhere. 

Oh, that sounds lovely! 

Steven's voice pulls Marc out of his musings. "Mhmm…," he mumbles wordlessly. Slowly, he stretches his heavy limbs before climbing out of bed. 

I don't think it's the radio. I wonder where it's coming from. 

Marc combs his fingers through his hair and sighs. Steven's wanna-be-detective tendencies are not something he appreciates right after waking up. 

It sounds good, hermano. Doesn't matter where it's coming from. 

Great, now Jake is awake too. Rolling his eyes, Marc refrains from commenting and shuffles over to the door, opening it carefully as to not make too much noise. 

As the door opens the music becomes clearer, a deep, rich sound that Marc can't quite place. His body moves on its own accord, or maybe it's Steven or Jake moving it, following the music like a siren's song. 

In the living room, between mountains of books, he finds you. Your fingers move expertly over the strings of the guitar you're holding. Despite his foggy mind Marc remembers you owning a bass guitar though neither he nor his alters had ever seen or heard you play it. Until now. 

He can feel the sound inside his chest, the deep bass vibrating through his ribcage. It's energetic in the way coffee keeps you up and awake. 

You're so focused, so pulled into your own music that you don't notice him. Marc, and with him Steven and Jake, have turned into your captive audience, silently listening to you play. 

He stands there wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt, staring at you with an awestruck expression like you'd hung the moon. The way your fingers move over the strings of the bass, your brows furrowed in concentration and your head bobbing to the rhythm - you're a vision. He could stay like this for hours, days, months and never tire. 

They're so talented. 

Steven sighs dreamily while Marc and Jake hum in agreement. There is no need for discussion while they simply listen to you play. 

On the last few notes you look up and are startled by his presence. 

"How long have you been standing there?" 

Marc shrugs and takes the last few steps towards you. "A while. You didn't tell me you were a musical genius," he says, pointing at the instrument on your lap with a grin. You look at him, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, heat rising to your cheeks. There is pride swelling in your chest at his praise, even if he is exaggerating. 

"Not a genius. Just a lot of practice."

And talent. They're being too humble.

"You're talented," Marc repeats what Jake and Steven had said before, as he kneels down in front of you, "I'd love to listen to you play more often, if that's ok? The others too."

You shake your head in disbelief. "Oh, so Steven and Jake were listening in too? Didn't think I'd have such a big audience or any for that matter," you respond with a laugh. Marc's grin spreads even wider, your laugh always making him feel lighter. 

"Seriously though. You're an amazing bassist. Could you play a little more? Only if you feel like it of course."

His eyes are full of adoration, his smile dazzling as he gazes up at you, still kneeling. How could you refuse? 

"Maybe a little. Don't let it be said that flattery gets you nowhere," you answer cheekily before playing another song. 

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Magnolia - Chapter Five

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Eventual Smut, Polyamory, Slow Burn

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Summary:

When she hears him coming, she looks up at him. “Oh,” she says softly. “Were you looking for me?”

“Kind of but not really,” he answers, settling himself cross-legged beside her. “You okay?”

“I guess,” she murmurs with a shrug, looking down at her lap. Her wrists are still bandaged, the soft white fabric covering the cuts that are still healing. “I don’t know.”

Suguru knows that trying to force her to talk won’t do him any good, and so he aims to let her know that he is a safe space if she wants to talk. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” he grins at her. “And whatever secrets you have are safe with me.”

“You won’t tell Satoru?” She peers over at him.

“Why would I?” He looks away from her. “He barely talks to me these days anyway.”

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Chapter Warnings: Suggestive (implied/referenced phone sex), Gojo Satoru is his own warning

Chapter Five: Would I Be Whole?

I could suffice for Him, I knew-- He-- could suffice for Me Yet Hesitating Fractions - Both Surveyed Infinity “Would I be Whole” He sudden broached My syllable rebelled-- ‘Twas face to face with Nature - forced ‘Twas face to face with God -Emily Dickinson, I could suffice for him, I knew (excerpt)

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“When are you coming back?” 

It’s a little absurd, he knows, to ask the question right now. At Satoru’s coaxing he’s made a mess of himself, his chest and abdomen covered in a thin sheen of sweat and sticky little rivulets of his own cum. Thousands of miles away, Satoru lounges in a similar disheveled state, modern technology connecting them through a seven-inch screen.

“Dunno,” Satoru replies noncommittally with a shrug. “Is this you asking me to?”

“This is me telling you that I miss you, and that it would be nice to see you in person instead of through a screen,” he sighs. “I thought that would mean something, but I guess it doesn’t.”

“But modern technology is amazing though, right?” Satoru grins at him. “Even though we’re on opposite sides of the world, it feels like we’re in the same room.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Suguru murmurs, reaching for his discarded t-shirt. He uses it to wipe the mess off of his chest and belly. “It feels like I’m video chatting with you because we’re thousands of miles apart. Which is exactly what we’re doing. It feels like you’re not here, so I’m jerking myself off and trying to pretend it feels like your hand. Which is exactly what I’m doing.”

“Ok, ok, don’t whine,” Satoru complains, sounding more like he’s the one whining. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve never made a fuss about me being gone before.”

“You’ve never been gone this long before,” Suguru points out. He pauses. “And you never used to stay there that long.” 

“Hmm… I see your point,” Satoru concedes. “But it’s wintertime already where you are, and you know I hate how cold it gets up there.” Even through the small screen, Suguru can see that he’s pouting. “Can I at least wait until summer?”

Where you are, Satoru has said, as though the house isn’t his home, too. 

This conversation is only a variation of a conversation they’ve had dozens of times before. Suguru is suddenly weary of it and all the feelings that come with it, and he doesn’t feel like arguing with Satoru anymore. “Do what you want,” he mutters finally, looking away from the screen.

“C’mon… don’t be like that.” 

Suguru ignores him. 

“Suguruuuuuu.” 

“What.”

“How’s your pet?” Sensing he’s already on thin ice, Satoru clears his throat and amends his question. “Err… I mean, how’s your human?”

“Why are you asking? It’s not like you care.”

“But I do,” Satoru protests. “Just because I’m not fond of humans in general, it doesn’t mean I don’t care about this one. She was interesting enough to catch your eye… That must mean she’s special.”

He can hear what’s not being said just as clearly as what is: Even with your well-known soft spot for humans, you’ve only ever taken in two others. What makes this one different?

“Special?” He repeats thoughtfully. “Maybe.” He pauses. “To be honest, I do feel a connection with her that I haven’t felt with anybody in a long time. It’s more than just wanting to protect her or take care of her. I wonder if it’s because she and I are alike in a lot of ways.”

“Oh?” Satoru’s eyes aren’t on the phone; he’s moved into the bathroom of his apartment and is cleaning himself off. Suguru is treated to the sight of the light fixture on the ceiling of said bathroom. “How so?”

“Go take a shower,” he answers, sidestepping the question. “I’ll call you back later.”

“Hai, hai.”

He disconnects the call, tossing his phone onto the nightstand and wandering into his bathroom to pursue his own shower. 

--

He finds her exactly where he’s expecting to find her: under the magnolia tree in the backyard. She’d asked him about the magnolias in the vase the night he’d brought her to the house, and she’d seemed pleased when he’d taken her out back so she could see for herself where the blossoms are born. She has since claimed that spot for her own, often bundling up in one of his hoodies to keep the winter chill at bay, spending hours beneath the branches reading or journaling.

She’s currently sitting cross-legged on a blanket with her back against the tree’s massive trunk, a tray of tea and snacks next to her and one of his books lying beside it. She isn’t reading. She’s simply staring off at something in the distance that he can’t see.

When she hears him coming, she looks up at him. “Oh,” she says softly. “Were you looking for me?”

“Kind of but not really,” he answers, settling himself cross-legged beside her. “You okay?”

“I guess,” she murmurs with a shrug, looking down at her lap. Her wrists are still bandaged, the soft white fabric covering the cuts that are still healing. “I don’t know.”

Suguru knows that trying to force her to talk won’t do him any good, and so he aims to let her know that he is a safe space if she wants to talk. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” he grins at her. “And whatever secrets you have are safe with me.”

“You won’t tell Satoru?” She peers over at him. 

“Why would I?” He looks away from her. “He barely talks to me these days anyway.”

She feels bad for having brought it up. She knows that there is some rift between Suguru and the husband who lives on the other side of the world. She doesn’t know what the source of the rift is, but she can see how it deeply affects this man who has taken her in. “I’m sor---”

“Remember what I said? There’s no need to apologize for things that aren’t your fault.”

Instinctively, she opens her mouth to apologize again. She bites it back quickly and says instead, “Okay.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes. 

“I don’t really know what to do,” she confesses quietly, breaking the silence. “I… I guess I spent so much time planning for when I was dead that I… I never considered what my life would look like if I didn’t die the way I’d planned to.” She reaches out, plucking a few blades of grass and letting them flutter back to the ground. “I’d quit my job. The place I’d been living in for the past five years was a fully-furnished, month-to-month rental. I didn’t own much. I’ve still got a car,” she says, as if suddenly remembering its existence. “That is, if it hasn’t been stolen from where I left it.”

“What about the people in your life?” He asks. “Wouldn’t someone be looking for you by now?” 

“I don’t really have close friends anymore,” she admits. “It’s not that there weren’t people in my life. I just… Well, I guess I let myself lose touch with the ones I’d been close to in the past, and I kept any new people I’d meet at arms’ length. It felt better that way, you know? You can’t disappoint people if they don’t have expectations for you.”

He senses them again, those feelings that had been radiating off of her when he’d found her that first day: loneliness, sadness, regret. “What about your family?”

She visibly flinches at the word family. “I’ve been estranged from my family for years now,” she tells him. “They don’t even know where I live. No one’s cared to track me down, so I’m assuming they’re fine with the distance.”

Suguru wants to inquire further about it, but he senses that to do so would be a little like sticking a hot poker into an open wound. After all, they are two of a kind, and though it’s been decades since he became estranged from the people he once called family, the wounds are still there. 

“Well,” he says, “you can stay here as long as you like, you know.”

“Without a job?” She shakes her head. “No way would I feel comfortable mooching off of you without contributing something.”

“You aren’t mooching,” Suguru shrugs. “If you want a job, get one. If you don’t, don’t.”

It puzzles her, his laid-back attitude about it. “Yeah, but… groceries cost money. So do water and electricity. Once upon a time, I owned a home. I know those things aren’t free. Plus, these clothes---” She motions to what she’s wearing - another one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. “I should have my own clothes so I can stop stealing yours.”

“I like you in my clothes,” he teases her. “It’s cute, how you’re drowning in them.”

She isn’t sure why it makes her face go hot, but she likes the fluttery feeling his words evoke in the pit of her stomach. “Don’t tell me that,” she mumbles. “You might never get these back.” 

“You say that like it’s a problem.” Suguru shrugs again, resting his back against the trunk of the magnolia tree and closing his eyes. “Lia, I’ve been alive for a long time. I wasn’t born into wealth the way Satoru was, but I’ve been exceptionally smart with what I’ve made. It’s one of the benefits of having a long life - you’ve got the time to see returns on all kinds of investments.”

He cracks an eye open to look at her. “I don’t need money. If you stay here, neither will you. If working gives you a sense of fulfillment, I won’t stop you… but I think it would be nice - at least for a while - if you could enjoy your life without needing to.” 

She doesn’t know what to say to that.

“Besides,” he goes on, remembering Satoru’s words to him, “Your company is worth more to me than any amount of money you could ever give me.”

There it is again: the fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach. Butterflies, she remembers. 

When was the last time someone gave me butterflies? 

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