#him and his little eyebrow tattoo yes hello

[unamused-kookaburra]

Listen, I am a Sihtric girl first and foremost, but Wolland 👀

[jj-one]

9:20 AM.

Jungkook (your boyfriend) knew exactly how to make you feel good, only he knew how to please your body.

pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, teasing, dom!jungkook x sub!reader, marking, jungkook has a tongue piercing, fingering, oral (f. receiving), mentions of crying (from pleasure), female orgasm words: 1.2k

**old repost from my deleted blog

You were excited for your boyfriend to come back home from his morning jog. You woke up after he did and he left the cutest little handwritten note on the refrigerator. It said on the note that he went out for his morning jog and is heading to the market after to pick a few things up for tonight’s dinner. You smile at his note and thought it was so sweet how he could’ve just sent a simple text but wanted to go the extra mile by handwriting a note for you. Deciding to do your own thing while he’s gone, you pick a romantic comedy movie to watch on Netflix to pass the time. Patiently waiting for Jungkook to arrive back home, you heard the door suddenly unlock and hurry to get up to go leave out of your room.

“JUNGKOOK!” You shout eagerly, almost pouncing on him once he gets through the door.

“Y/n, my baby girl,” He greets you back with a doting smile, wrapping his arms around your waist, encasing himself into you.

You wasted no time to start kissing him, immediately going in to grab his pretty face with both of your hands, crashing your lips into his. He must’ve been thinking about doing this all day because once you two start making out, he carries you straight into both of your guy’s bedroom and places you gently onto the bed.

Jungkook knew exactly how to make you feel good, only he knew how to please your body. He’d begin by peppering your jaw and neck with a plethora of kisses, leaving a faint trail of hickies behind. He’d also be rubbing your inner thigh with his large hands that always turn you on every time you look at them. The prominent veins on his hands and arms when he flexes just a teensy bit is enough to make you cum in your panties.

“I love you so much,” Jungkook murmurs against your skin, still kissing and sucking on your neck as if he’s a vampire.

“Love you too koo— fuck…” Your response was interrupted by what he was doing to you next. Jungkook’s tattooed hand makes its way down to the tight shorts you were wearing. The shorts were pink and had a cute hello kitty design on them, Jungkook was the one who bought them for you actually. He’s always loved seeing you in the clothes he bought for you over the years, acting like a little kid on Christmas.

Jungkook is rubbing you over your shorts and the friction is driving you absolutely insane. You can just feel how wet you’re becoming, the juices from your heat start to overflow; seeping through your panties and he feels you throbbing on his fingers. He’s got a sinister look on his face and you already know that means you’re in for something amazing to make your morning.

“Sheesh baby, look how wet your pussy’s getting…” Jungkook looks in awe, hissing at the sight of a giant wet spot forming in your panties after he took off your tight skimpy shorts.

Jungkook begins caressing, kissing, and licking your lower body, touching every curve and crevice of you, not missing a single spot. His touch is so gentle, so warm, so inviting. His tongue rolls along the inside of your thigh, the steel metal of his tongue piercing feels cold but the sensation tingles down your spine. Flinching from the action he performed, he notices straight away, eyebrows raised in a sudden stir of confusion.

“You okay baby?” He asks softly before continuing, wanting to make sure nothing he did hurt you.

“Y-yes, just feeling a little sensitive that’s all…” You say quietly.

You feel him smile against your soft flesh, planting more wet kisses against yours thighs and laid his head there for a while to feel your warmth.

“I could be like this all day y’know?” He basks in your presence, speaking in a mumbled tone, half his face still buried in your thighs.

“I know koo.”

Jungkook raises his head a tiny bit just to face your clothed pussy again. He couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot, bringing his face—specifically his nose, closer to you to get a whiff of your sweet aroma. He practically buries his nose into your panties and drags it down your slit.

“You smell so good..” He was intoxicated by your scent, loving the natural, but fragrant essence.

He licks a stripe to your clothed core, making you moan out loud and bring your hand to latch onto his fluffy hair. You love to play with it and make it a mess of his hair after he’s done giving you the best head of your life.

“You taste really good too babe,” Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you, he was literally drunk off your pussy.

You were so desperate for him to take your panties off as you were starting to make more of a sticky mess in them but he seemed to be enjoying it more that way. He wanted to prolong the action of coming into contact with your bare pussy. He wanted to tease you so much until you were begging for him to touch your clit. You wanted nothing but his tongue against your wet folds right now.

“J-jungkook…” You mutter so lowly, he almost couldn’t hear you.

“Hmm, what’s my name baby?” He asks while still teasing your entrance, now sliding one of his fingers inside your floral panties.

“Jungkook!” You moan louder this time, feeling somewhat better that you’re almost getting to where you want to be.

“Want you to scream my name for hours, can you do that for me babydoll?” He asks in a serious tone, pushing his finger in and out of your soaked cunt.

You nod submissively, “o-okay daddy..” arching your back against the bed from the amazing feeling, Jungkook knows exactly how to use his fingers on you.

He kept fingering you harder and deeper until you look him in the eyes and visibly start to tear up from all the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s so good but so unbearable at the same time. He made you feel like you were in heaven, crying out his name, just saying “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook” on repeat whilst he’s finger fucking you. He’s scissoring your tight hole from the inside out and your juices were now running so far down your legs. You were super close to your orgasm and he could tell by the contorted face you were making.

“Jungkook… Jungkook.. fuck I’m gonna cum!” You scream for him, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your vision was going insanely blurry.

“Yeah baby that’s it, just relax…cum for daddy,” Jungkook coaxes you through it, encouraging you to reach your high but still adding slight pressure to your clit. You couldn’t take it anymore, just letting go and being in eternal bliss as you reached your climax. You moaned his name a couple more times and he called you his good girl for cumming when he told you to. You went back to making out and he was now massaging your boobs.

“You’re really horny today, huh?” You ask Jungkook, stifling a giggle at his overly naughty behavior.

“The real question should be when am I not horny whenever I’m with you y/n..” Jungkook shamelessly admits, grabbing your face once again to kiss you harder.

At least you can say you don’t have issues with satisfying your man in the bedroom !

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "hear me out ok .. ok what if reader was getting a tattoo and JAKE is the person who does the tattoos??????"

Warnings: TW needles, getting tattooed, male tattooing female reader, mentions of being in pain and smoking, mainly fluff

Word Count: 5.5K | kind of edited

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"Hello?"

"Hey y/n, it's Corey from Emblem One."

You smile, "oh hey. What's up, Corey?" You sit up and listen to him, " So, Vienna isn't going to be in today, she's got a bad, and I mean bad case of the flu."

You pout slightly, "Oh. Thats too bad. I hope she feels better soon."

"Yeah, me too. I just got done rescheduling her appointments today.. she was booked and busy so it's.. been a day so far." He laughs slightly, "But I know you trust the rest of us, and I was going down over our other appointments and Jake has an earlier opening if you want it."

"Is he the one you were talking about bringing in a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, that's him. He does pretty sick work, if I do say so myself, but you know that if I didn't think he could do your tattoos, I wouldn't recommend him." Corey chuckles slightly, "I know it's a sternum tattoo, so if you're no-"

"Put me in." You say quickly, "I need tattoo therapy Corey. I can't wait any longer." You laugh and he clicks his tongue, "You got it."

He pauses for a second, "So instead of coming in at six like you were supposed to with V, he can get you in at two thirty. That sound okay?"

"That's absolutely perfect. Thank you so much for calling me."

"Anytime. See you in a little."

"Yep, bye." You hang up, checking the time before getting up to go shower.

You were getting a chest piece done, a floral setting under your boobs with a vine that goes in between them.

You were actually kind of nervous for this one, well.. it wouldn't be as bad if you hadn't let google and all of its pain scale ratings deter your feelings about it.

You tried not to think about it by going to the shops page, looking to see if they posted an introduction to Jake.

They did, and wow is he ever pretty.

You bite your lip, reading down over the basic info that's listed below his picture.

Emblem One would like to introduce our newest artist, Jake Webber. Jake has been tattooing for a few years and he is absolutely incredible. You can swipe to see a few of the pieces that he's done so far, and if you would like to schedule an appointment with Jake, please call the shop and we'll get you set up.

You raise your eyebrows as you swipe through the attached pictures, "Wow." You shake your head, Corey was right, his work is pretty sick.

You find yourself in the comments, and to no surprise, you're reading stuff that definitely should have stayed in the keyboard.

User1: I have no tattoos, but now I want one that will take hours

User2: I have a few openings that I can definitely schedule you in to fill.

User3: I'd leave a wet spot on the table, he's so hot

"People have no chill." You roll your eyes, laughing slightly as you double tap the picture to like it before getting in the shower.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You push the door to the tattoo shop open, walking in as you give Corey a smile, "Hey."

He stands up, "What's up, y/n?"

You shake your head, closing the door behind you, "Nothing really, about to get a tattoo." You laugh slightly and he chuckles, "You don't say."

He slides the paper for you to sign, "Are you nervous?"

You sign your name and shrug, "I know it's going to hurt, but I'm so excited for it."

He chuckles and nods, "Yeah, I don't really think it's going to tickle." He nods to the back, "I'll go tell Jake you're here."

He walks back, leaving you alone in the small lobby that you're very familiar with. You walk over, looking at the different paintings and drawings that are on the walls.

You've seen them a bunch of times but they always amaze you.

"Y/n."

You turn, seeing Jake standing there and your eyes move up to meet his - wow, he's a lot taller in person.

You smile, "Yes, hi." You walk over to him, "You must be Jake."

He extends his hand out, "That would be me."

You lay your hand in his and it feels like fireworks are going off inside of your stomach.

"So if you're ready.." he nods towards the door, hand still holding yours, "You can follow me this way."

You nod, blinking a few times as you smile, "Yes. I am more than ready." You slip your hand from his and he gives you a little smirk before walking back the hall.

You follow him back, saying hi to the other artists that are there today.

"You're popular here aren't you?" Jake jokes and you laugh, "I've known Corey since, middle school, I think."

"So you're friends with the owner, how sick is that?" Jake sits down on his stool and you nod, "It has its perks."

You sit your bag down on the extra chair in the corner and shrug your jacket off. You turn around letting out a quiet, but loud enough to catch Jake's attention, "shit."

"Everything okay?" Jake looks up from getting everything set up and you nod, "Yeah, well. I mean no. I wanted to bring an extra shirt with me, just so I didn't get ink all over this one, and I forgot it."

"I have an extra one if you want it." Jake offers and you raise your brows, "Do you really?"

He nods, getting up from his stool, "It's in my car, but I can go out and grab it quick."

"Are you sure?" You tilt your head, "I don't want to be a hassle. I know you have other appointments later."

He shakes his head, "Nah, just one. But that isn't until six or something, so we have plenty of time." He grabs his keys and points to the door, "I'll be right back."

"Thank you!" You say as he walks out. You turn, digging your phone from your bag and bringing it up to text your best friend, I got rescheduled so I'm here at the shop now. Corey put me with the new guy they hired and oh my gosh is he a sweetheart, and oh, he is sooo pretty, too. Go to Emblem One on IG and look. It's their new artist. Jake.

Just as you get done, basically fan girling about Jake, he walks back in, "Here you are."

You take the shirt from his hand and smile, "You are a lifesaver, Jake. Thank you."

He bats the air, "Oh shucks." He laughs slightly and walks towards the door, "I'm going to let you get comfortable, I'll be back in a few."

You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

You take off your shirt off, followed by your bra before slipping on his shirt. Your eyes scan over the black walls, moving over the long mirror hung horizontally against it.

You walk over to the mirror, spending the last few minutes alone trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself covered while he tattoos.

As you're moving the shirt around, there's a knock on the door and you quickly pull it down, "Come in."

The door opens and Jake walks in, "Comfy cozy?"

You laugh slightly, moving to sit back on the table, "As much as I can get."

"Is there anything else I can do for you before we get started?" He sits down, turning to look at you with a smile.

You tilt your head, "It's more or less how I'm going to stay covered up, I don't want anyone uncomfortable. I seen other shops have hospital gowns that they have people put on backwards.."

He smirks slightly, "I was actually thinking about that out there and, I don't have a hospital gown, but what I can do, is cut the shirt up the middle and then tape it down so you're covered."

"I don't want you ruining your shirt, Jake." You shake your head slightly and he shrugs, "That's an old shirt anyway. I won't miss it."

"Are you sure?" You ask and he smiles as he grabs the scissors, "So. Are we doing this?"

You laugh, moving to stand up, "I guess we are."

He rolls over, pinching the hem of the shirt with his fingers before gliding the scissors upward. You lay your hands on your boobs to keep them covered and your breath hitches quietly as the cool air hits your skin.

"Let me grab the tape."

You nod as you watch him wheel over, grabbing the white tape before coming back over. He look up at you, "If you feel uncomfortable at anytime and need or want me to stop, please tell me."

"You're fine, Jake." You smile.

That wasn't a lie, you were, oddly enough, more comfortable with him than you were with any of your actual guy friends.

"I'm just saying. I don't want you writing a bad yelp review." He tries not to laugh but fails which causes you to laugh, "Oh yeah, I'm going to totally go home after this and write the worst review ever."

"Maybe that'll make the girls in the instagram comments stay away." He snickers as he shakes his head while taping down the shirt to your skin.

"You saw them?" You drop your hands and he look up with a nod, "Oh yeah." He rolls his eyes and sighs, "But I seen you liked it, so thanks for that."

You can feel your cheeks heating as he pushes himself back, "Oh, that. Yeah, i was just.. showing love to my favorite tattoo shop, you know."

Way to play it cool, y/n, you mentally slap yourself as you sit down on the table again.

He chuckles, "No I appreciate that. I know being a new artist to some is kind of scary, but Corey said he would hype me up and it obviously worked, since you're sitting on my table."

You laugh, "he did. Don't worry. He said your art was sick and I have to agree with him. You do some good work, Jake."

He smiles as he holds up a fresh, unopened needle, "Steril, clean." He brings it down to open it up, "Thank you. I appreciate getting that confirmed." He chuckles as he puts everything together.

You make small talk while he gets the stencil ready, asking where you're both from, what you do for work, this and that.

"alright, if you would come stand in front of me." He points with his pinky to the floor in front of him. You walk over to him and he rubs soap onto your skin before shaving the spot the stencil is going to be.

You look in the mirror, watching Jake as he works to get you ready.

"I'm actually nervous about this. I heard this spot hurt."

He smirks, "everyone is different, you know pain tolerance and all, but considering you have a few others, I think you'll be fine. If you need to take a break or two, or five.." he laughs slightly, "Just let me know."

You nod, "Sounds good."

He applies a thin layer of the stencil solution to your skin before turning around to pick up the thin layer of paper, "Alright. Nice and straight and stay as still as you can for me."

You let your hands hang by your sides as you try to control your breathing. You glance in the mirror, watching as Jake smooths out the stencil over your sternum and under your boobs.

"I think, this is going to be a sick ass tattoo." Jake leans back, letting the stencil sit for a few seconds before gently peeling it off, "take a look at that, let me know if you need it moved or anything."

He watches as you turn to look at the stencil in the mirror. You nod, "That's good. I like where it's at."

He nods, "Then we'll let that dry for a few minutes then I guess we'll get right into it." He smiles as he turns away to pour the ink into the little cups.

"I know your post said you've been tattooing for a while, but I'm nosey, so how long is a while exactly?" You sit back down, making sure to keep your body as straight as you can.

He laughs slightly, "Well, if you must know." He glances at you with a smirk, "I was an apprentice for about two years then I worked with an artist in the city for a little bit until I got a call from Corey."

"Did Corey find you on Instagram?" You reach up to run your hand through your hair and Jake laughs, "No, actually. My friend Sam got him in touch with me."

You blink, "Wait. Sam.. what's his last name?"

"Golbach."

"Shut up."

"I'm confused." Jake laughs and you shake your head, "No, no. I know Sam."

"Really? No fuckin' way." Jake's mouth drops open, "How do you know Sam?"

"My family knows his family. Ever since we were little." You shake your head, "That's crazy. Maybe it is a small world after all."

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles, "It sure is."

You smile and after a few seconds of silence, he points, "I'm going to check your stencil if that's okay."

"Oh no." You push your chest out, "Go ahead."

He walks up, gently rubbing his finger over the end part and nods, "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, "I guess so." You laugh as you swing your legs up, lying back on the table. Jake sits down, wheeling himself and the cart over.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun and you take a deep breath. Jake applies a thin layer of Vaseline over the stencil, "Alright. If you need a break at all, let me know."

"Alright." You nod, taking in a deep breath before he anchors your skin down to start.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Halfway through the tattoo, you opted for a break.

Jake takes your hand, helping you sit up. You swing your legs over the edge of the table, "Thank you."

He nods, taking off his gloves before shrugging off his jean jacket, revealing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.

"I like your tattoos." You smile as your eyes move over his tatted skin. He smiles, "Thanks. I'm kind of an addict when it comes to them."

"Tattoos are hot, so it's okay." You smirk at him as you get up to look into the mirror. He walks up behind you, "Yeah, they really are." His eyes move from your half finished tattoo to your eyes and his lips form into a smirk before he turns away.

"Do you care if I go out and have a smoke real quick?"

You shake your head, "Nope. You're good." You smile at him, "Take your time."

"So sweet." He smiles and pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, "I don't know if you smoke, but I'd feel like it would be rude of me not to offer you one."

You laugh and shake your head, "I only smoke when I'm drinking, or drunk, I should say."

"Nothing wrong with a drink and smoke." He smiles and puts a cigarette between his lips, "I'll be back."

You nod, bending down to get your phone out so you can snap a picture of your tattoo progress. You laugh when you read over the text from your friend, oh my god. He is absolutely beautiful. You're letting him see your tits? Lucky day for both of you lol

You roll your eyes, taking a picture of your current state, He gave me his shirt and cut it so he could keep me covered. He's honestly very respectful, but we're halfway done. I'll send you a picture when it's all done.

You walk back over and toss your phone in your bag before going back to sit on the table. As you sit and wait for Jake, you can't help but think about how you feel like you've known Jake for years.

You clicked with him, so fast that it was actually kind of scary.

"I brought you a water." Jake says as he rounds the corner into the room. You look up, smiling as you take it, "Thank you so much."

You open it, taking a sip before lifting your legs to rest them on the table, "How was your smoke?"

He nods, "It was alright." He laughs as he grabs new gloves, "Don't worry, I washed my hands when I came in."

"No worries, I trust you." You smile, watching as he pulls the black gloves over his hands.

He had nice hands. Very. Nice hands.

"Are you ready to start again?" Jake snaps you out of your stare and you smile, "Yes. Yes I am." You lay back on the table as look over at Jake, "So is this your first sternum piece?"

He looks up at you, "Mm, not really. I did a touch up on one other, but her boyfriend stared me down the whole time."

"Oh I bet that was awkward." You stare up at the ceiling, "I hate that. I hate people in general."

Jake chuckles before he starts tattooing, "I totally get what you mean."

"Oh, I don't hate you. I hope you didn't ta-"

He cuts you off, "Not at all. Not at all." He smiles as he continues, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have beautiful skin."

You bite down on your lip, smiling as you feel your cheeks turning red, "Thank you? I think."

He leans back, wiping your skin, "I meant that as a compliment, sorry if it didn't sound like one."

"No, no. It did. I just.. never got that compliment before."

"Really?" He shakes his head, "People are missing out to see you smile, then." He glances up at you, and you can tell that he's just as comfortable with you as you are with him.

You didn't really believe in love at first site stuff, but you did believe in that click, and that click is what you have with him.

"Alright, now this part might hurt a lot more than the bottom piece, so if you need another break, just tell me."

You give him a nod, biting down on your lip as he starts the vine that's between your boobs.

"Oh.. gosh.." you take calming breathes as he was right, it does hurt, "you were right."

You close your eyes, trying to think of something else and Jake helps with that.

"Have you lived here long?"

"Kind of." You say instantly, "I've been here a few years. I actually only live a few streets over in the Green Ridge apartment building."

"Nice, nice." Jake wipes away and gives you a little breather, "Do you have any pets?"

"I have a cat." You laugh slightly, "I would love a dog, but my building doesn't have the grass around it for them to go out, you know."

"Oh man. Of course not. What's your cat's name?"

You laugh slightly, "Um. It's mystic. He's a fluffy grey cat and I got the name from The Vampire Diaries." You wince slightly as you feel the needle piercing your skin, "I'll show you a picture when we're done."

"I would love to see it." He smiles as he moves onto the next part, "I don't have any pets. Mainly because I spend most of my time in the shop, whether it's drawings or tattooing, I just like being here."

"Did you draw that moon phase picture above the mirror?" Your eyes move to the frame and back to him, "Yeah I did." He looks up at you with a smile, "it wasn't easy, took me forever but I finally finished it."

"Do you.. think you can draw me a flower piece that connects to the top of this one?"

He nods, "I'd be honored."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Two hours of talking and tattooing later, Jake is up by your shoulder, leaning over you to finish the top of your tattoo, "We are almost done, sweetheart."

The cute little pet name makes your stomach flip and your cheeks turn pink, "Okay." You say quietly with a smile, "I'm so excited to see it."

"I may be biased, since I'm the one who's doing it, but it's so pretty." He nods, "I like it."

"I'm sure I will too."

"If you don't like it, you can tell me. I promise I'll wait to cry until you leave." He laughs and turns to get more ink.

"I don't think you'll need to cry. From what I already saw, I'm in love with it already." You smile at him and he nods, "I'm glad."

His arm lays over your shoulder, resting under your chin. You close your eyes, feeling the vibrations move through his arm and before you know it.

You're done.

Jake leans back, "Well.." he wipes off your skin, "we're done."

"Already?" You smirk, "That didn't even take long."

He laughs as he helps you sit up, your hand in his and his other on the center of your back, "Take a look."

You glance down before sliding off the table. You walk over to the mirror and your jaw drops, "Oh my god."

"Go easy on me, I'm sensitive." He holds his hands up and laughs.

"No, Jake. This is .. this is beautiful." You turn back to look at it more, "By far my favorite tattoo."

"I'm glad you love it. I love it too." He sprays a paper towel and sits down, "I'm just going to wipe it off some more then take a picture if you don't mind?"

You turn to face him, "I don't mind." You smile as you step towards him, feeling that relief as he wipes over the completed tattoo. (A/n: if you ever had a tattoo, you know exactly what I'm talking about.)

He rests his hand on your hip as his eyes move over the tattoo, wiping it in different spots, "Beautiful."

You look down at him and he smirks, "That tattoo looks pretty good, too." He winks before turning to grab his phone.

Okay, so there's something there. You weren’t imagining it.

You take a deep breath, licking your lips as you turn to look at it in the mirror again, admiring his work.

"Alright." Jake says, "Ready when you are."

You turn back to him, standing up as straight as possible as he snaps a few pictures.

"Got them. I'll probably post it later if you're okay with that?" He looks up at you and you nod, "Whatever you want to do. I'm covered."

"I definitely wouldn't post them if you weren't." He chuckles and points, "Do you want me to take that tape off or did you want to do it at home?"

"You can take it off and I'll just wrap the shirt over and we can slap a new piece on if that'll work?" You motion to pulling the shirt over and he nods, "oh yeah, that will totally work. Do you want me to cover it?"

"Oh yes. Please." You nod and he gives you a thumbs up before turning around to grab some Saniderm. He holds up the piece, "I think that'll be good for the bottom, I'll cut a skinnier piece for the vine part."

You nod, letting him do whatever he needs to do.

He runs his hands over the clear covering and then moves to take the tape off, "If you wanted to grab this side, I'll go ahead and work at getting these pieces off."

"Okay." You hold the side against you as he peels each piece of tape off on the other side before you hold that side of the shirt against you.

You pull the shirt over, holding it there until he grabs a new piece, "Thank you again, for the shirt, for cutting your shirt, and for doing all of this."

"It's not a problem at all, y/n." He smiles as he rubs the piece of tape to stick to the fabric, "Thank you for allowing me to do this."

"Corey said you were good, I just wanted to see how good." You smile and step back. He smiles, "Well I appreciate your curiosity getting the best of you."

"Of course." You nod and go over to grab your jacket, slipping it on before grabbing your bag, "Do you want me to meet you out front then?"

He nods, "Yeah that'll be good."

"Okay." You walk out to the front and Corey looks up, "Well, I see you're alive. How was it?"

"Painful. But.. worth it." You laugh and rest your bag on the counter, "You have a good artist back there."

He tilts his head, "Good as in he does good work, or good as in you like him?" He smirks and you shrug, "Is it okay to say both?"

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, "I guess." His eyes move behind you as Jake walks out. He moves behind you and around to stand next to Corey.

You hand him the money the amount for the tattoo and he squints his eyes, "How much did you and Vienna agree on?"

"Three fifty." You say and Jake laughs, "I'll take two."

You sigh, "then I'm leaving you a big tip."

He chuckles and Corey looks between the two of you, "I have to go.. check on something.. I think." He laughs as he walks away, leaving you and Jake at the desk.

"I'm not leaving until you take it." You rest it down on the counter and Jake sighs, "You're persistent."

"I like to show my appreciation." You smirk and he picks up the cash, "Fine." He smirks and sets it down on the desk, "Are we looking at scheduling another?"

"Is that even a question?" You laugh and Jake sighs, "Yeah, a dumb question." He laughs and looks at his schedule, "When did you want to come back in? For the shoulder connecting piece, right?"

You nod, "Um, we can do like two, three weeks? That should give you enough time to draw it up for me."

"Okay." He bends down, clicking on the computer, "Does the twenty first sound good?"

"That's perfect." You smile and watch as he writes down the date on an appointment card. He hands it to you and right when he's about to say something else, the door opens and you both look over.

A guy walks in, smiling at both of you.

"Hey Matt, I'll be right with you." Jake nods to him and looks back at you. You sigh, "Thanks again, Jake. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime."

And with that, you leave the shop, mentally beating yourself up that you didn't ask him out.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A few days later

The last few days have been painful and irritating as you can't really sleep comfortably yet.

So it's two am, you're wide awake, and your phone goes off.

Who could that be, you think as you sit up, leaning over to grab it.

Hey, y/n. It's Jake. I'm so sorry that it's so late but I cannot stop thinking about you.

Your mouth drops slightly as you feel an excited rush roll over your body. You smile, biting your lip as your thumbs quickly tap the screen, Hi Jake. I'm glad to see that we both feel the same way.

You clutch your phone, anxiously awaiting his response.

Okay, wow. This is embarrassing. I honestly didn't expect you to be awake, but then again I'm glad you are. I wanted to ask you out at the shop the other day but I was so fucking nervous.

You giggle slightly, happy that you finally got the message you were waiting for, or waiting for the courage to send.

You tap the screen biting down on your lip as you send the message, You're literally taking the words right out of my mouth. I was so nervous, too.

You see the bubbles pop up, disappear, and then pop up again before he finally sends his message, This might be a long shot, but what are you doing right now?

You look at your screen confused but you answer, I can't sleep so I'm just lying in bed wide awake.

He answers, almost instantly, Do you want to take a drive?

You answer instantly, Yes, please.

You send him your address and he responds, I'll be there in twenty, I'll text you when I'm there.

You kick the blankets off, hurrying over to grab a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt from your closet. You brush your hair, not worrying about anything else before you walk out to your living room to wait.

You were kind of nervous, but at the same time, you were so excited to see him.

Twenty minutes later, your phone lights up and it's a text from Jake, I'm parked out front in the Tesla.

You grab your bag, making sure you have your keys before walking out of the door. You walk down, smiling at his car as you walk towards it.

He smiles at you through the windshield, leaning across the consol to open the door for you.

"Thank you." You say as you get in and shut the door. You turn towards him as you buckle, giving him a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey." He smiles and looks away, "god why am I so nervous?" He laughs and looks back at you. You shrug, "I asked myself that, too. A few times on the way out here."

He smile and shakes his head, "I figured we could stop, get some snacks before we drive around?"

You nod, "That's good with me."

"Okay." He nods and starts driving, "So. I have to ask. Are the lines on your tattoo straight?"

"I think so." You look at him, "Why do you ask?"

"Because.." he laughs, "I had to force myself to not shake."

You laugh slightly, "Aw, Why were you shaking?" He looks over at you, "I started shaking the minute you turned around to look at me in the lobby."

"Well you did a good job at covering it up because I couldn't even tell you were." You smirk and he sighs, "Well that's a relief." He looks over at you, "Tattoo healing okay?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I took the stuff off two days ago I think?" You look over at him, "Do you want to see it?"

"If you're okay with that." He nods, "I'd love to."

He pulls into the parking lot and you unbuckle, bunching up your sweatshirt to reveal the underboob part of the tattoo, "I love it."

He raises his eyebrows, "That looks so good."

You nod, "It's healing perfectly."

He smiles as he points to the building, "Shall we go get some car ride snacks?"

You nod, "Let's do it."

You get out, walking in with him. You stay close to him, mainly because you're just happy to be with him. You grab some snacks and a drink, making your way up and Jake takes you stuff from your arms to pay.

"You don't have to do that." You say and he looks back at you, "You got out of bed at two in the morning for me, it's the least I could do."

You roll your eyes with a smile and wait for him to grab the bag before you walk out. You get back in the car and Jake looks over at you, staring for a few seconds.

"What?" You ask shyly, "Is there something on my face?" You brush your face and Jake laughs, "No." he sighs, "You are just.. amazing."

He laughs nervously and you smile as you look down, "So are you."

He turns towards you , word vomit spilling out, "I definitely would have asked you out the day you were at the shop, but I didn't want to do it with Matt standing and.. and then I thought that I could wait until your next appointment with me, but I couldn't so I got your number from your client profile and I just.. had to see you sooner."

"I'm glad you did. I was beating myself up over not saying anything." You sigh, "Plus. You're worth getting out of bed at two in the morning for."

He smiles and shakes his head, "That.. is sweet. Thank you."

You laugh, "I'm just glad we feel the same."

"You had me when you first looked at me, but you really got me at I hate everyone." He laughs, "I'm just glad that it wasn't all in my head."

You shake your head, "Nope. It's not."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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[bro-atz]

all tatted up— new tattoos

in which: you decide to surprise san and get your own tattoo

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: smut, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up irl!), tattoos, he calls you kitten a lot, creampies, spanking, a lot of what happened the last time but more?, a little more romantic this time around, completely consensual!

author's note: aubs i blame you for this on— also, the neck tattoo san has in this piece is definitely not "bouncy" :D

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! part one | part two | part three

San had finally listened to you and got that neck tattoo you wanted him to get— he didn’t tell you what he got tattooed yet because he wanted it to be a surprise, but he got it. And because he got fresh ink, the two of you decided to abstain for one more month.

No sex for one month made you think about getting a tattoo of your own. You had always wanted to get one, but you couldn’t decide on what to get, and seeing all of San’s tattoos made you finally decide to actually get one. You couldn’t spend too much time pondering what to get, though, because you wanted it to be fully healed by the time San’s was, and you wanted to surprise him with it.

Not going to lie, your tattoo artist thought you were insane. They liked the idea and the thought process behind it, but getting such a large tattoo for your very first tattoo was indeed sane— but you thought go big or go home and went for the huge tattoo anyway.

“So what’s the plan for today?” your bouncer friend greeted you as you stepped into the bar.

“Hello to you, too,” you said slightly sarcastically. “We’re meeting for happy hour drinks and then going for dinner.”

“We?”

“I’m meeting San here.”

“Ah, I was wondering why you were here so early. Does that mean you’re going to show him the tattoo today?” he asked you, his eyebrows wiggling.

“If you mean sleep with him, then yes. You can just ask explicitly, you know,” you rolled your eyes as you responded.

“Well, we both knew you were going to sleep with him, but he’s actually going to finally see it, right?”

“I don’t even know how I would have sex with him without him noticing it. I mean, it’s huge. He’d have to be fucking blind to not see it.”

“See what?”

You jolted as you heard San’s voice behind you and you turned to see him, his beautiful smile and sudden appearance sending your heart racing. You greeted him with a light hug and led him away from the bouncer, your eyes narrowing as you silently told him to keep his mouth shut.

You and San stood at the bar and ordered a round of drinks before finding a little booth in the bar to sit at. It was pretty empty in the bar at that point since it was the beginning of happy hour— the two of you had made plans to meet at the bar then go for a nice dinner before he took you back home and railed you, but, of course, you had to start at the bar the two of you met at for the first time.

“Can I see the tattoo?” you asked him.

San nodded and turned his head, giving you a nice view of his fresh tattoo. Written down his neck the word “utopia” in the most intricately beautiful font you had ever seen. You wanted to get a better look at it, so you moved and sat right next to the man. Your fingers ghosted over the tattoo, and your nail traced over the letters as you observed it. The man shivered under your touch and bit back a groan before mustering a smile on his face.

“Kitten, we still have dinner reservations to get through,” he whispered.

“I know,” you murmured back while still running the pad of your fingertip along the tattoo.

Before you could turn him on further, he held your hand and laced your fingers with his. However, you weren’t done inspecting the neck tattoo, so you brought your other hand to his neck and stroked the tattoo. San hissed through his teeth as you pressed yourself closer to him, your chest pressing against his arm.

“I was right, you know,” you whispered sensually into his ear.

San cleared his throat, making sure his voice didn’t crack as he asked, “About what?”

“You look so fucking sexy with a neck tattoo.”

“…I’m going to cancel our reservation.”

“No, we should keep it and eat well,” you finally let go of him and cupped his face. “I have a feeling we’re going to need the energy tonight.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” San groaned lightly.

“As advertised.”

When you went back to San’s place, the two of you sat on his couch, his arm over your shoulder. They two of you were in slight food comas, so you were taking it slow that night. He hugged you closer to him as your hand rested on his neck, your fingers tracing his tattoo once again.

San was trembling. The feeling of your fingernail over the tattoo tickled a lot, but it was also steadily turning him on, his crotch getting tighter in his pants by the second. It only got worse when you moved your hand to the back of his neck and rubbed the tattoo with your thumb, your lips meeting his slowly.

You kissed him lightly over and over again, trying to keep yourself from getting too excited since you had yet to reveal your surprise to the man. But he was impatient. He wanted more of you, and he wanted more of you fast. He pushed himself into you as his kisses deepened, his tongue diving into your mouth. Your back was pushed against the arm rest, his arms pinning you in place. He continued to kiss you passionately even while stripping himself of his shirt. It was only when he pressed his bare chest against yours and began to unbutton your dress shirt did you stop him.

“Wait,” you pushed him away lightly. Breathlessly, you whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”

A tiny whine left the man’s lips. He looked at you with the most desperate eyes and whispered back, “This better be good, kitten, because one more month without you was torture.”

You nodded and got off the couch, San following suit. You sat him down on his bed and began to strip for him, the male’s eyes not leaving you for even a second. He watched as you removed your dress pants and unbuttoned your dark blouse. The second the shirt slipped off your shoulder, San immediately saw the surprise. His jaw dropped further and further the more of the tattoo you exposed, and when you completely removed your shirt and bra, his jaw was on the ground.

You did a little turn for him and showed him the full glory of the tattoo. From the top of your shoulder down the side of your torso all the way until your waist was a trail of purple wisterias— minimalist, elegant, and still detailed. You were obsessed with the outcome of the tattoo and honestly couldn’t wait to get San’s reaction to the tattoo the second you saw the artist’s sketch, and this reaction of his was worth the month wait.

“Holy… Fucking… Shit…”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I fucking love it,” San breathed out, his arms outstretched, inviting you in. You fit yourself into his embrace and bit your lower lip as San trailed his fingers from the top of your tattoo to the bottom, the same way you had with his tattoo. “Y/N… This just… You were already so fucking hot. This just made you so much hotter.”

With a sly smile, you straddled him and held onto his shoulders, the man still obsessively stroking your tattoo.

“Did you get it for me?” San asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you.

“Not for you, but definitely because of you.”

“I’ll take it. C’mere.”

You squealed lightly as San flipped you, your back hitting the soft mattress. He had one hand roughly massaging your breast while he left light kisses along your tattoo, his fingers trailing down along with the kisses. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the bedsheets when you felt San rub, pinch, and tug your nipple tightly between his two fingers.

“You like that, huh, kitten?” San’s light voice teased you, his hand fully cupping your breast while the other held your waist tightly.

“I’d like it more if you fucked me already,” you responded in the same tone.

“What, you have no patience?”

“One month, San. One month. I need you now, and I need you bad.”

A puff of air left San’s amused lips. Pushing your thighs up, he brought his face to your panties, and he licked a stripe over your panties from the bottom of your pussy to the top. He sucked on your clit through your panties, the feeling of the fabric, the suction, and the wetness making your toes curl. You moaned and gripped the bedsheets even harder, your nails nearly ripping through the fabric.

San removed your panties, and you were expecting his tongue to return and toy with your clit, so you were completely surprised when you felt something that was definitely not his tongue press against your folds. You pried your eyes open to see that San was fully naked, his hot and throbbing cock rubbing against your entrance.

“A-already?” you stammered, worried about taking his full size in— it had been a month, after all.

“I need you, too, kitten,” San responded as he positioned himself.

He didn’t even give you the chance to respond to that. He pushed the head of his dick into your entrance, but that was it. The tip just kept prodding and teasing you, making you want to slap him and fuck you properly, but you didn’t need to do that. San was just taking his time this time around, which was definitely different from his animalistic self. After he filled you up with his cock, San groaned and exhaled loudly with pure pleasure.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” San moaned as he leaned down and pinned his elbows on either side of your head. “You feel so good, kitten.”

You could only whimper in response. San’s fat cock knocked all of the coherent thoughts out of your head, leaving only profanities to your selection. You gasped as he began to move and bit your lower lip. You occasionally released your lower lip to slip out the word, “fuck,” as San thrusted into you slowly but roughly. The sound of his waist slapping against yours sounded in the room along with the bed spring squeaking. You held teary eye contact with San as he gazed down at you with lust, desire, affection. You reached for his face and cupped it, bringing him down to kiss you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You both became increasingly breathless the more you kissed and the faster he rutted into you, his waist speeding up with every kiss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” San hissed as he broke off the kiss.

“C-cum inside!”

San pressed his waist deep into you and grunted, his cock throbbing inside you as he came. His cum completely filled you up, and when he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you. You reached down and collected whatever was spilling, pushing some of the cum back inside you, leaving you to lick the residue off your fingers. You locked eyes with the man as you sucked on your fingers, the man shuddering at the sight, his cock twitching back to life. Without a word, he turned you over and lifted your ass before re-entering you quickly. You cried as you felt him thrust harshly into you, his cock going so deep that he not only rubbed against your G-spot, but also hit your cervix. You saw stars as you flung your head back, the waves of pleasure about to wash over you.

It was when San ran his hand from your shoulders to your ass did you absolutely lose it— you couldn’t keep your orgasm at bay especially because his burning touch over your tattoo was too much to handle. You moaned loudly as San relentlessly thrust into you, not letting you cum peacefully.

“S-san! Hnngh, I— I’m cumming!” you cried, your entire body trembling.

Finally, San stopped thrusting, his waist pressed tightly against your ass as you creamed around his cock. You spasmed, the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching driving San to ecstasy once more. He held your waist tightly and thrust several more times before spurting his cum into you.

You fully collapsed on the bed when San let go of your, your limbs unable to hold you up any longer. You felt the bed dip as San laid down on the bed next to you, his hand rubbing along your tattoo. You knew that he was just doing it to observe the artwork, but the same way you had been rubbing his neck and turning him on earlier, he was turning you on with the same repetitive stroke.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you,” you whispered to San, your eyes narrowing as you observed the man’s facial expressions.

“Of course, kitten,” San chuckled. He moved his hand down your waist, ass, and thigh, slipping his fingers in between your thighs to tease you. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You were the first to wake up the next morning. San had practically kept you up all night, leaving you to sleep until the sun was fully in the sky. Honestly you were surprised that you were the first to wake up considering how that man had you screaming and crying as he fucked you ruthlessly.

He, while sound asleep, had his hand resting on your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin. You watched him breathe peacefully, his exhales drifting past your neck. You just gazed at the perfection of the man, the shape of his eyebrows, the length of his eyelashes, the rosiness of his lips and cheeks— God, he was beautiful.

San adjusted himself slightly in his sleep, his hair shielding his eyes. You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingertips lingering on his skin as you trailed them along the side of his face, his jawline, and down his neck to his tattoo. You rubbed the lettering on his neck lightly, earning a light grunt from the man, his eyes fluttering open. The second his eyes landed on your face, a smile played on his lips. He kissed your forehead lightly and ran the hand that was on your waist up to your shoulder, his own fingers running along your tattoo.

“Good morning, kitten,” he whispered, his voice low and sexy first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whispered back.

San’s smile grew. “I love it when you call me handsome,” he said quietly before kissing your lips softly, gently, but with the tiniest bit of passion.

You let out a light laugh when you felt his nose rub against your jawline and then into your neck, only to gasp softly when you felt him leave a tiny hickey on your collarbone. His lips ran across your collarbone to your shoulder. He kissed your shoulder and proceeded tiptoe his fingers down your tattoo, his soft lips leaving small kisses in their wake.

It took everything in you to keep yourself from moaning as he shifted downwards entirely his lips going past your tattoo and along your hip and thigh. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as he brought his mouth right to your slick covered cunt. And, first thing in the morning, he proceeded to eat you out.

You shivered and gasped loudly when you felt his tongue lick along your folds before gently prodding into your pussy. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you gripped the roots of his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt with every passing second of pleasure. Your entire body jerked when his nose would brush against your clit just right, and the second he tongued your clit, you were gone for. You pulled his head up just as you felt the tension reach its breaking point, San’s face as you completely squirted and creamed onto the bed, your cry of pleasure muffled by you biting your lower lip.

Your eyes fluttered and your chest rose and fell deeply as your ecstasy faded. A flirty smile danced on his lips as he brought his face to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to give you a taste of your sweet self.

San only gave you so much time to gain your sensibility back when he ended the kiss, a line of saliva connecting your tongues, only for him to turn you around, his forearm squishing your breasts as he locked you into a secure hug from behind. His other hand, meanwhile, moved down to toy with your still sensitive, throbbing clit. His fingers barely rubbed a full circle around your clit before you came again, your back arching as you let out a sweet moan into the morning air.

“S-san, wait, give me a second,” you whimpered as you shifted in his embrace, your waist desperately moving away from your fingers.

“Kitten, it’s not fair if you get to have all the fun,” San’s sensual voice rang in your ear before his teeth nibbled gently on your ear lobe.

San did end up moving his hand away from your crotch, but moments later, his cock slipped in between your thighs, his hand rubbing the length as he slid his cock back and forth, the tip of it brushing against your clit just right. At the same time, he was firmly kneading your breast and leaving dark hickeys along your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as San’s actions evoked more moans and sighs with every passing second.

You were so out of it that you didn’t even realize that San had guided your leg backwards so that it was over his, spreading your legs open. Guiding his cock, he rubbed against you a couple of times before slipping into you. You whimpered and whined when you felt his hips push his dick inside you all the way, your entire lower body throbbing.

“Fuck, kitten…” San groaned. “How are you so wet but still so tight?”

All you could do was nod in response, gasps and moans escaping you as San rutted slowly but powerfully into you repeatedly, your entire body shifting with every thrust. His ruts turned into gyrations which turned into straight thrusts, his tempo increasing exponentially. He lips were right by your ear, his grunts sounding loudly and making you tremble all over just due to the sheer lust that poured from every noise the man made.

You only lost more control of yourself when San intentionally bit your tattooed shoulder and moved his hand to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly as his thrusts sped up and got so hard that the entire bed shifted. Yet, you needed just a little more. You bit your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum as you brought your hand down, your fingers finding your clit and rubbing quickly. When San changed his angle slightly, that’s when you felt yourself so close to another orgasm.

“Fuck!” you cried loudly. “Ugh, I’m cumming San!”

“Wait for me, kitten,” San bit out as he shoved his dick further into you. “I’m close too.”

San, with one final thrust, went deep into you, hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. San’s cum spurt heavily inside you as your entire body trembled, the waves of pleasure overtaking you as you saw white.

After a moment of stationary rest, you managing to open your eyes, a deep, serene sigh leaving the depths of your soul. San echoed your sigh and rested his chin on your shoulder. His cock was still buried inside you, pools of white leaking out the sides of your cunt. Knowing San, you thought he was going to pull out and watch his seed pour out of you and say something about how hot he thought it was, but no, he did not do that.

Instead, his dick remained inside you as he ran his tongue up your neck. His hand pushed your head to meet his, his lips consuming yours and shoving his tongue so far down your throat that every single one of your nerves short-circuited. It didn’t help at all when his hand rubbed up and down your tattoo, the feeling his fingernails lightly scratching along your skin running shivers of excitement down your spine.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” you whispered in between kisses.

“Only when it comes to you, kitten.”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Jaded - Charlie Weasley

A/N: so, I know that the last thing I should be doing right now is start another series… and yet… here we are xD also, I’m sorry, I know She Is Love won, but I think we have established by now that my mind kind of does whatever it wants and I have no control whatsoever xD it’s all chaos here… anyways, I hope you like it :) 

Request -  Anonymous asked: Hello, I hope you’re doing okay my lovely. I was wondering if you could possibly wite maybe a enemies/rivals to lovers with Charlie Weasley and the reader? (Lots of sarcastic banta back and forth maybe they both work on the dragon reserve and are entrusted with transporting a very dangerous dragon to a new reserve, but something happens on the journey and just them to are trapped (either with the dragon or not) and then an argument that leads to some form of confession? This is so long I’m so bloody sorry, and I hope your writers block subsides [full request here]

Warnings: Charlie’s a bit of an asshole [but not really] for now, I think that’s it but please let me know if I’m missing something, also reader is from the Nott family

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D     

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Jaded

Hey…j-j-jaded… you got your mama’s style, But you’re yesterday’s child to me. So jaded, you think that’s where it’s at, But is that where it’s supposed to be?You’re gettin’ it all over me… X-rated

Charlie fucking Weasley.

That stupid name had haunted you for more than ten years now. There were very few people you hated in your life but his name was definitely on that list.

After enduring seven years of him at Hogwarts, you thought you’d finally be free when he was being drafted to play Quidditch professionally and you would move to Romania to fulfill your dreams of studying dragons. But no, for some stupid twist of fate, he decided not to become a Quidditch player and all of the sudden there was another opening at the exact Romanian Dragon Sanctuary that you had applied to so, again, here he was. And it seemed that no matter what you did, you were never able to escape Charlie fucking—

“WEASLEY!” you yelled when you finally spotted him, not far from your hut.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite princess” you heard his voice as you approached him. “How can I help you, love?” he asked, brushing his hair away from his face, showing off his stupid tattoos on his stupid strong arms.

“I have asked you many times, to stop calling me that!” you glared at him. “I need to speak with you” you said, before you went back into your hut and he only raised his eyebrow before following you.

“Is this how you treat your guests, love?” he said, walking in and leaning on your desk as he started going through your stuff.

“I didn’t invite you” you smirked.

“You just did” he glared a little at you.

“Don’t be confused, Weasley, this is strictly business” you glared at him.

“Of course it is” he chuckled. “Are you working on the Sleeping Draught for the dragons? Weren’t we supposed to work on this together?”

“Yes, that is correct, Weasley. Excuse me for not wanting to wait 45 minutes to see you flirting with the group of girls casually visiting the reserve today” you told him.

“Oh, so you did notice that” he smiled. “Sorry, love, you must remember how it is” he said, brushing a hand through his curls and flashing his smile at you as you rolled your eyes. “I mean, I had a complete section cheering for me back at school” he shrugged.

“Oh, yes. How could I forget?” you asked, sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it” he pouted. “Why are you making so much of it?” he asked, grabbing one of the phials.

“Why did I just find out that you are coming with me to Hogwarts, Weasley?”

“I asked first, Nott” he smirked, winking at you.

“Could you please not mess up my things?” you said glaring at him, knowing he did it just to anger you. “I am making more because we are bringing four dragons, not three” you explained.

“What? That doesn’t make sense, why? Isn’t it just three champions?”

“Well, obviously something happened, and now there’s four” you explained. “Now tell me why Steven just informed me that you are coming. Evan was supposed to bring them with me” you insisted.

“Tah-dah!” he smiled. “Surprise, darling! Looks like something came up and you got an upgrade so I’m coming with you instead” he smiled.

“Feels like a downgrade” you muttered.

“Hey!” he said, placing his hand on his chest and looking at you pretending to be hurt. “How can you say that? This is going to be so much fun. You, me, back at Hogwarts, like the good old days” he smiled flirtily at you. “Remember?”

“I’m not sure what days you’re remembering, Weasley” you said pushing him away. “But good is not what I would use to describe them” you told him.

“Of course not” he rolled his eyes, grabbing another bottle on your desk and throwing it in the air before grabbing it again.

“Give me that!” you said, grabbing it from him.

“Okay, so, since we’re getting four-” he said, as he grabbed one of your notepads.

“Stop saying we. You’re not coming with me” you glared at him.

“Oh, I beg to differ, love, see here?” he said, pointing at the paper you had earlier. “That’s my name, right next to yours” he smiled. “It’s official” he added. “So, let’s see what you’re bringing” he said, looking through your notes. “Chinese Fireball, Swedish Short-Snout, Common Welsh Green” he muttered. “Oh, I know, we should take the Hungarian Horntail we got last week” he smiled.

“What? Absolutely not!”

“Why not? That would be perfect” he said, grabbing a quill and adding it to the list.

“Weasley, that is one of the most dangerous dragon breeds and you want to take her to a school full of young students, do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?”

“Relax, it’s for the first task, I doubt it’ll be anything dangerous. Plus that’s why we’re going.

“No! We should take an Antipodean Opaleye” you said, trying to grab the notepad from him but he placed it out of your reach.

“Oh, come on, love. Live a little, I would have killed to see a Hungarian Horntail at that age” he smirked. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. We won’t let it” he insisted.

“You haven’t even spent time with her, Weasley, I have. I am telling you this isn’t a good idea!”

“What isn’t a good idea?” you both stopped when your boss, Steven stepped inside your hut.

“Well, we were just talking about how the fourth dragon should be the Hungarian Horntail” Charlie quickly said. “It was actually (Y/N)’s idea” he smiled.

“No, it wasn’t! I was saying that we should take the Antipodean Opaleye!”

“Come on, love, we are already taking a Common Welsh Green, we should bring something more exciting” Charlie insisted as he passed the notepad to Steven.

“I just don’t think that this-”

“I’m with Weasley” Steven said, before you could even finish. Of course, he was. Not because Steven was a jerk. He was actually a good boss. But this was the story of your life. Charlie would get away with anything he wanted. “I think the Hungarian Horntail would be an interesting choice. Plus, you’re going and if anyone can handle her, it’s you, (Y/N)” he smiled. “I’ll go make the arrangements while you finish the potion” he said, leaving your hut before you could argue.

“See? Lovely idea” Charlie smirked.

“Why did you do that? I’m telling you is not a good idea to bring her. She’s still settling in the idea of being around people-”

“You worry to much, love” he said, grabbing your phial and throwing it in the air again, but this time, he accidentally dropped it. “Uh-oh” he said, before smiling innocently at you as you took a deep breath. “That wasn’t… part of the Sleeping Draught potion, was it?”

“You mean the potion we’re giving to the, now four, dragons we have to transport that you were supposed to be helping me with 45 minutes ago?” you asked, upset.

“Uh-”

“Yes, Weasley, that was part of the potion” you told him.

*-*Flashback*-*

“Well, look who finally decided to show up” you said, annoyed, as Charlie entered the class and ran over to your desk. You couldn’t believe you were stuck with him as your Potions partner for the entire year.

“Sorry, princess. Practice ran late” he smiled, sitting next to you.

“Don’t call me princess. And I don’t understand how being in the Quidditch team gives you immunity so you can show up whenever you want to and work on half a potion” you said, as you added the next ingredient.

“Come on, love. Don’t hate on the team” he said smirking at you. “Everyone loves the team!”

“Oh, yeah, I have such a deep admiration for guys who fly around in sticks with other guys” you said with a sly smirk.

“I know you’re joking, but when you use that sexy voice, you know it turns me on a little” he mocked you.

“Ugh, I can’t stand you!”

“Then sit down” he smirked. 

“Shut up! And help me with this thing, or I’m taking your name off the Potion” you said, as he saw the potion you were making on your book.

“Ugh, give it, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Excuse me? I have brewed the Volubilis Potion many times before, Weasley. And I am already halfway through, without your help. I am not doing it wrong!” you snapped frustrated.

“Yes, you are!” Charlie said grabbing the jar of Syrup of Hellebore from your hand but you didn’t let it go.

“No! Give it!” you said pulling it towards you.

“Ugh! You stuck-up, know-it-all drag!”

“Take that back you pompous Quidditch nut!” you argued, neither of you noticing Professor Snape coming towards your table.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Nott-”

“Give it, Nott!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Fine!”

Charlie hadn’t been prepared for you to let it go and he ended up dropping the whole thing on the cauldron making it explode all over Professor Snape’s face. When you heard the small explosion, the entire class went dead silent and the two of you slowly turned to see your teacher’s face covered in soot.

“You two. Detention. Tonight. My office” Professor Snape said; as you both resisted with everything you had to not laugh at the change of his voice. “50 points off Gryffindor and 30 off Slytherin” he said before walking to his desk again.

“That’s not fair!” Charlie argued.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking in in the middle of my class, Mr. Weasley” he added.

“Ugh! Thanks a lot” Charlie snapped at you.

“Me? You’re blaming me? You’re the one who dropped it!”

“Only because you wouldn’t let it go!”

“Enough!” you heard Professor Snape from the front of the class. “Both of you out of my classroom!” he said standing up.

“But I wasn’t-”

“NOW!”

“See what you did?” Charlie said once you were outside.

“Me? I had never been kicked out of a class or had detention for that matter! This is all your fault!”

“No, it’s not! You were making it wrong!” he insisted.

“UGH! Just because you’re the Captain of your bloody team, you think you’re the boss of everything! And everyone!” you snapped frustrated.

“It’s not my fault you can’t stand to be wrong!”

“You are so… so-”

“Charming?” he said smirking and raising his eyebrow at you.

“Vexing!” you snapped, as you walked down the hall but he followed you.

“Really? Well, you’re no ray of sunshine either!” he glared at you. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m (Y/N) Nott. I’m a patronizing know-it-all princess who thinks is better than anybody else!’” he said mocking your voice.

“Ugh! I don’t talk like that! You’re infuriating!”

“You know what? I hope you fail all your NEWT’s!”

“Yeah? I hope you go bald!”

“I hope you end up an old spinster!”

“I hope they cancel Quidditch!”

“Take that back!” Charlie snapped.

“Make me!” you said smirking at him.

“You know what? I hope that once we graduate here, I won’t ever have to see your conceded face again!” he said, before turning around and leaving for the Gryffindor tower.

“My thoughts exactly, Weasley” you muttered to yourself before walking to the Library.

*-*End of Flashback*-*

“We can fix it, love. Don’t worry” he said, cleaning up the mess. “See? Just like old times” he smiled. “This is gonna be fun, princess!”

“Don’t call me that” you glared at him, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to contain yourself. 

Yes, you had one very big problem. His name is Charlie fucking Weasley. And you have no fucking idea how you’re supposed to survive the next few weeks with him. 

To Be Continued

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A/N: so… part 2?

[marcsburnerphone]

PLAY DIRTY

(Captain John price x fem! Reader) 

Summary: based on this request 

Warnings: angst, John is a bit harsh, they have sex what can I say? Nova is readers callsign, reader definitley has father issues but it's okay me too, I'm not sure what else let me know if there’s anything more.

4,315 words later

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“So how’d you sweet talk me into your task, what did you say?” You questioned gaz as you both walked down the hallway. The 141 was no joke and insanely challenging to get into for the few who did.

“Didn't take much honestly you have awards and medals for your service that can get you at an even higher rank.” He replies honestly. 

“Don’t compliment me.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder as you both turned into the common room. And that’s when your eyes caught sight of him, a 6 foot something hunk of fine.

“Who’s that?” You whisper into your friend's ear pointing with your eyes.

“No way.” He laughs as his eyes follow yours to the one and only captain.

“What?” You questioned.

“That’s captain price, your new captain.” He smiles looking down at you and the way your eyes widen. 

“Why did I think he was older and not as handsome.” Your mind blown he was the captain and you were meant to work for him now. He’s your superior. 

“Because you’ve seen him in the only photo there is of him around and it was ages ago.” Gaz answers.

“Holy shit how are you not fucking your captain.” You say as you move closer to him clearly in view as you both head to approach him. 

“Maybe because he’s a man and my captain.” It was an obvious answer. 

“Makes sense.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Captain, this is your new recruit.” You stood proudly next to gaz and stuck your right hand out.

“Nice to meet you captain.” You smiled slyly, giving him your most precious eyes.

“Yeah you too, soldier.” He shook your warm hand firmly giving you a quick glance up and down. 

That’s how it all started, the flirting and your comments that would make his eyebrows raise at your bluntness, the ones that would make him tell himself he’s too old for you, that he’d corrupt your beauty, that he was a man with too much experience in every way. Nothing about his denial towards you ever put you off though it only made you want him more. 

———-

“Hey handsome.” You quip to the much older man as you head into the kitchen on base to make yourself a cup of tea. 

“Hello soldier.” He replies in a very monotone voice.

“Come on, give me more captain.” You kinda joke.

“Soldiers should be in training.” He sighs out turning towards you and leaning his lower back on the counter watching as you lean your head on your hand and give him a sweet smile.

“I was actually just on my way too that.” You laugh nervously and leave feeling accomplished now that you’ve gotten your daily dose of flirting with the man in. 

———

“Him right there.” You say trying not to fully look at him even though ghost and soap are full on staring at the guy even after you said to not be obvious.

“He has a micro penis?” Soap says seeming a little shocked cause he’s not looking at a scrawny soldier no, he’s looking at someone who’s built and tall with facial hair and tattoos, literally the picture of masculinity.

“Guys yes like he’s medically been diagnosed with that condition.” Simon lets a small sigh out which means he’s amused. 

“That’s definitely um something Nova.” Ghost replies as he sips through the straw he’s carefully weaved under his mask.

“Right.” You’ve grown more than comfortable with these men and had no problem on your behalf talking about your sex life,  and anyways they seemed entertained by it.

———

“Wow captain looking awfully good in that uniform.” You smile up at him with your hand above your eyebrow blocking the sun from your gaze.

“Okay you’ve done your diligence now please get back to work.” He has come to the realization that you're not going to relent anytime soon.

You practically skip away after that and join the soldiers in flipping tires through the dirt. 

“She’s beautiful price, why don’t you ever flirt back?” Soap questions the captain bewildered about the opportunity he’s missing out on. 

“Cause she’s much younger than me Johnny I ought to be old enough to be her father.” The captains’ eyes remain on you only a second longer before he walks away.

———

“No new hookups lately nova?” Soap asks as you all sit in the helicopter on your way back from a successful mission.

“No actually.” They all looked slightly stunned, you’ve given them so many stories about the same guys usually  but sometimes different soldiers in the last 8 months but now when the topic came up you were quiet.

“Is there a boyfriend or something?” Gaz question being closest to you he usually knew there was this one guy at least that was let’s say friends with benefits.

“No, I just haven’t been into anyone like that.” You shrug smiling at the look on their faces. 

“Well okay then I guess I’ll tell you about this lady I was with a few nights ago.” Soap goes on to tell the most in depth story of his most recent lay that left you all wanting to jump out of the moving vehicle mid air.

Your cut of sexual interaction didn’t go missed by the captains’ ears also, he wondered what it’d be like to have you as his, sweet yet sexy you. He didn’t let his imagination last too long though before he reminded himself of the hefty age difference between the two of you. 

————-

“Hey guys, hey captain.” You approach the group that’s sitting in the corner of the room giving price those eyes, the ones that say enough without saying anything at all.

What you mistakenly didn’t notice was the general who was sitting in the seat with its back facing you. You cringed inside at the possible lecture you’d be getting later. Regardless it was too late to leave now and forced yourself to sit next to soap.

“Hello general.” You smile politely.

“Well hello Ms.Nova.” He replies giving you the same smile.

Maybe you’d get out of this but you don’t miss the way the generals eyes bounce between you and price or the way prices jaw ticks when he notices it too.

———

When the general leaves you are about to get up and leave till the captain begins to speak.

“Sit down nova.” You squeeze your eyes shut and retake your seat glancing to the nervous eyes of your friend across from you.

“What for?” You say hoping the more oblivious you ask the softer the blow is.

“I’ll make this clear once and once only, I don’t want to be with you, I have no desire towards you and never will. That small comment could’ve put my career in jeopardy. This ends now. Do you understand me, soldier? I am your captain and that is all.” He says with a hint of disgust, you nod your head at his deep merciless tone that made the others in the room turn their heads. 

“Goodnight team.” You leave without another word and in smaller words fucking book it to your room.

Yeah sure you’ve been shot twice, maybe cut a couple of times. You’ve even been beaten bloody by enemies but this hurt was stemming from inside. It was bleeding into your veins and to your eyes that fell out in the form of salty water. 

————

The next day it was obvious you cried, the puffiness under your eyes wasn’t going to relent even with an unbelievably priced eye cream.

So you steer clear of your buddies and go to do dirty work and clean out oil tanks from the military machinery with a team much lower rank than yours.

Later as the day time bled into the night you were starving, you did not miss the work it took to get you where you currently are. But you didn’t want to have dinner with the team so you took a protein bar from the vending machine and settled into your room for the night. 

“You think she’ll show?” Ghost questioned gaz. 

“No he was harsh, she's been into him since she’s seen him.” He cuts the conversation short when the captain sits down in his usual chair next to the couch the boys sat on.

“Anyone seen Nova today?” Soap asks not noticing price sitting in this big chair of betrayal, the same one that got you in trouble.

“Nope.” Gaz awkwardly answered.

 —————

A mission was coming up and there was no way in hell you could miss briefing, you hadn’t really spoken with the boys in a couple of weeks and haven’t sat with them in about a month. 

But it didn’t go unnoticed by anyone that you started talking to a new recruit who was admittedly very handsome. Giving him your million dollar eyes and that soft laugh that price had grown accustomed to only being used on him. Now it was making him grit his teeth hearing you display it for someone else. 

“Hey you.” Soap slides up next to you as you make a cup of tea.

“Hi soap.” You answer shortly but sweetly.

“So what have you been up to, we haven’t talked much and everyone has got boring lives.” You laugh at him and sigh as you stir your sugar in. 

“I've been helping another task with training.” He Hums at your reply.

“Is that where that man is from?” You laugh at his nosy self.

“Yes, if you must know that Is where he’s from.” He looks offended when you say this and it scares you that you’ve ruined yet another thing.

“Of course I must know your my best pal.” You breathe out in relief and sip from your cup. 

“I’ll give you the details once we finish this briefing.” You wink at him and he fist pumps himself with a satisfied “yes”. 

—————

You haven’t seen him in awhile and that isn’t normal especially cause he’s your captain but not once has he questioned your whereabouts. 

You’re all sitting around a table in the usual briefing room, a heavy awkward silence fills the room once he walks inside with those Manila folders. 

“Hello everyone, nice to see you again, soldier.” You give him a small emotionless nod and avert your eyes to the boot that knocked yours under the table. 

You always knew ghost had a little soft spot for you and this was his way of comforting you. 

This felt like the longest fucking briefing of your life. He went on and on and on. For the first time since you’ve met him you wanted to tell him to stop talking. 

“Nova are you paying attention?” Price questions you in a similar tone he used to lecture you.

“Yes.” You say obviously, and it lacks flavor. It lacks that seductive tone and those big doe eyes you give him. 

“Nova you have to understand that just because I set things correctly between us doesn’t mean you have to be this way.” He argues suddenly.

“You're my captain, no more no less you will be treated as such is that understood sir.” You look directly into his deep colored eyes. 

“Watch your tone soldier.” You let out a laugh, not of humor but of disbelief and just shake your head in silence.

“Price we need to finish the um briefing before there’s no more dinner left in the hall.” Ghost interjects what was the start of an argument and steers the conversation back to strictly work.

It ends finally the meeting is called to a finish and once again you're the first one up and out. Soap catches up with you and doesn’t let you forget you owe him details and gaz follows shortly after. It’s ghost that stays behind with price for a moment.

“Why is she being that way?” Price asks ghost as he collects the left behind papers from the table.

“Did you think she’d be the same after you talked to her in the way you did?” It’s an honest question as he looks at the captain.

“All I did was ask her to stop with the comments.” He shrugs as if it was no big deal, as if it was a simple and kindly delivered request.

“No you put a very strong boundary down and now you don’t like it, nova isn’t just our team mate she's our friend and a hell of a good one. You asked her to just be your soldier and rejected her in a cruel way.” Ghost was nothing but respectful to his superior but wasn’t scared to tell the gods' honest truth.

“Hm.” Is all the captain said before shoving the files into a cabinet and walking out.

———-

Himself and Simon met you and the rest of the group down in the dining hall where the three of you had already begun eating.

“So we’re talking and he’s like there’s a bit of green in your eyes, and I’m thrown off guard cause there is but I hadn’t even noticed he was looking me in my-.” You quiet down when the captain takes his seat at the table and shovel some food into your mouth. 

Gaz goes to tell you food can wait till later until he feels the weight that slides in next to him. 

“I’ve changed the schedule, since the mission is up and coming we’re going to do some group training tomorrow.” You roll your eyes to yourself which doesn’t go unnoticed by just about everyone.

“Is there a problem?” He asks you curiously.

“Did I say something?” You look up to your teammates for an answer than to him.

“Soldier, if you don’t like my rules and my ways of being then by all means throw in a form of withdrawal and you will be sent back to your old task.” You take a deep breath and all the boys are begging silently you’ll back down even though they knew if it had been them in your situation they’d throw it all to hell.

“Okay, where can I find a form of withdrawal?” He didn’t expect that one bit, his thoughts stutter as he examines your features for an ounce of bluffing but he comes up empty.

“Let’s settle down.” Soap says completely unwilling to lose you to the grumps’ shitty behavior.

“You know what captain down worry about it I’ll go ask my last superior for one.” You slam your tray on the table when you get up and leave.

“If you liked her you should’ve just told her, hell price she tried with you and it’s only you to blame for how she’s treating you don’t make us all lose her just because you did.” Soap stands up next to leave and decides he will finish this meal in your room with you.

———

“Here you go captain, it’s signed and completely filled out.” You say handing him the fucking god forsaken form he stupidly brought up. 

“No.” He pushes it out of his sight and away. 

“Excuse me?” You're confused, who just says no like that.

“You will stick with this task soldier. We won't let these petty feelings get in the way of the bond you’ve built with my team.” Price demands as he continues to sign documents not sparing you a look.

“No I want out, it's not up to you.” You argue shoving it down onto his desk. 

“Like hell it’s not nova!” He raises abruptly from his chair slamming his hands on the table like a madman. 

“You don’t know what you want captain and I will not be made confused by someone whose job is to make things fucking clear.” Emotion laces your voice and the thought out plan you had before coming in here falls to pieces.

“I want you for Christs sake, is that clear enough now.” He’s too loud for the things he’s saying and you go to shut his office door. 

“What changed hmm all of a sudden you want me after you basically called me unattractive.” You get louder pointing a finger into his chest.

“I never called you-.” 

“Like hell you didn’t, you said you weren’t attracted to me and never would be. What changed?” 

He couldn’t take it,  the spot you stood centimeters away and almost half a foot below him those eyes that were awaiting him for an answer. Before you could process it he  leaned down and smashed his lips into yours letting his rough and calloused finger lift your chin up.

“No.” You push him off of you trying to keep the wall you built up and he backs up like he’s committed a crime. Then you grab him by the gear buckled to his chest and bring him down for another kiss.

He brings his hands beneath your bum and to the back of your thighs to hoist you up around his waist. Your teeth clash and the kiss is hungry. Your soft whimpers seep into his mouth making his pants grow tighter by the second. 

He lays you down on his desk, clearing it of papers by simply wiping an arm over it letting them fall to the floor. His mouth falls to your neck as he explores trying to find what spot makes me squirm. 

“Captain, someone can walk in.” You try to say breathlessly and he rips himself from you and in the quickest second he’s locking the door. 

“Now they can’t.” He says before he’s on you again standing between your legs, dragging your shirt off as if it’s his enemy while he presses his needy bulge into you

He places kisses all over you for all the unspoken words he wanted to say. His hands are working the button of the cargos that always look way too good on you in a dying need to get them off. He swears he unlaced your boots so fast that the pads of his fingers have fabric burn. It’s too much all at once, you're such a sight and he needs to breathe and think but there doesn’t seem to be time for that with the way his body responds to you. 

“Darling, I need just a small taste, is that okay.” It’s more of a forewarning cause before you respond he’s on his knees kissing up your soft legs and pulling your panties down.

He’s never been so hungry, he’s never felt so starved from something in his life. For a man who can get anything he pleases you’re the one thing he swore he wouldn’t let himself have. 

But now the way you're arching into the heat of his mouth with his head between your thighs unashamedly devouring you with lewd noises and grunts he can’t contain, it's hard to believe he’s ever restricted himself of such pleasure.

“Princess, tell me what you want?” He says as your slick is still on his mouth and mustache and goodness is it a sight to see. 

“I’ve been telling you for months it’d be cruel to make me ask again.” You say breathlessly as your first orgasm settles through your body. 

He kisses up your navel and to your swollen mouth leaving the remnants of his effect on you on your lips.

“Please captain.” You’ve never felt so needy. 

“Shhh don’t worry darling it’s yours.” Another day at another time he’d let you beg pretty for him but not now. 

He works himself out of his cargo pants, letting the fabric pool around his ankles. He hasn’t been this hard in years. Never been so utterly turned on and merely desperate for a bit of your attention. He runs his index finger through your folds gathering the slick that basically spills from you to lubricate his cock.

“Sweetheart I’m sorry I ever hurt you.” He admits as he takes in the unbeatable picture of you splayed out for him, cheeks stained a shade of pink and loose hairs framing your perfect face.

“Well isn’t it a good thing you can make it up to me.” He laughs and places a deep kiss to your lips before nudging the tip into you. He’s teasing you, seeing if you’ll push Down or make any movements as it rests where you so desperately want him.

And you do. 

So subtly your hands drag your body a tad but down the desk making him slide a measly 2 inches in out of the seven that are there. You moan sweetly at that, John is a big man and now you know that it’s a universal thing throughout his whole body. 

“Say captain I want to stay in your team and I’ll show this beautiful desperate cunt some mercy.” He says as your eyebrows that were screwed up in pleasure change to ones of a desperate woman.

“Captain, I'll stay in your team gladly forever now please John.” He plunges into you with one swift thrust. You’d almost seen heaven before, more times that you can count but nothing in this moment can compare to the feeling of being absolutely filled by John price. 

His slow and languid thrusts are driving you crazy but by the looks of his face this won’t last long. 

“You’re only driving yourself crazy, captain I’m a patient woman.” He was indeed but he needs to steady himself before this is cut all too short.

He pulls fully out before slamming back into you. Your curves ripple with the movement and he wants to grab every part of you that he can and is disappointed at the fact he was only given two hands to worship such a body.

“My. doll. my. Sweet. Fucking. Girl.” he thrusts with every word. He’s deep. So deep. One of your legs is thrown over his shoulder and the other is held at his waist. Your sweet praises make him feel like a king, a true emperor.

He can feel you approaching another orgasm. The way your hands pull on the gear still attached to his chest pulling him to your lips as you lean up a bit accommodate the left over space. You moan into the kiss and his sweet and steady pace is now nothing short of a masterpiece. He’s got you undone in seconds. Eyes in the back of your head and hands gripping those muscular arms you could just bite. 

“Good, very good.” He follows after, fucking you full of his seed. He can only pray that you’re on the pill. 

He pulls out with a deep gravelly groan and lifts his pants up to buckle ‘em. When he’s done he places a kiss on your ankle grabs a few tissues to clean the mess on your thighs but pushes a finger into your sensitive cunt to stuff his seed back into you and grabs the cargos you came in and shuffles them around your ankles to pull them on. 

“Wait, where are my underwear?” He chuckles deeply as the pink pair you walked in with on are tucked under his vest peeking out slightly. 

“You're a dog, really.” You smile as he brings you up and helps you get your bra and shirt back on. He placed loving kisses on your nose and forehead as an afterglow takes over your features. 

You stand and he hooks his hand beneath your armpits when your knees buckle a bit.

“Don’t let it make you too cocky.” You laugh at the boost that for sure went to his ego and he tilts his head with a smirk.

He lets you go for a second to pick up the papers he dropped and wipes the spot on the desk that your arousal spilled onto with the pair of panties and then retucked them. He whips his around towards you at the sound of his door being unlocked and rushes to relock it.

“Where are you goin?” He questions as you stand there 

hand still hovering over the knob.

“You don’t want me to leave?” The look of shock on your face makes him want to tear through this building and find whatever assholes have let you leave after sex.

“No I don’t want you to fucking leave, you stay inside.” He’s in disbelief as he stares into what has easily become his favorite pair of eyes. 

“Okay I’m sorry.” You feel very vulnerable now under his stare.

“Don’t be.” He says softly as he ushers you to sit on his chair while he finishes picking up the files, quietly cursing himself for being so erratic cause now he’s down on the floor reaching under the cabinet to collect the last of them. 

When he’s done you stand up so he could sit and he does but not without pulling you atop his lap. You sit sideways and rest your head on his shoulder as he rips apart what you originally came in here to turn in and a small smile can’t help but find its way to your sleepy features.

“Sleep my love, I have a long while to go till these are finished.” There was no protest as he leaned back to ensure your comfort. 

To be truthful those files did not get finished cause he spent merely two hours staring at how your quiet snores escaped the smallest gap between your lips. Even when he tried to get them done he simply couldn’t not when you were nuzzling closer to him every time he accidentally removed his hand from your hip nevertheless paperwork could wait. 

His dolls’ comfort came first. 

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Not attracted to her my ass📮

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[daenysx]

HELLO! this is the first thing i wrote for sirius and i really hope you enjoy it. your comments and opinions are highly appreciated, angels, thank you for reading. requests are open!!

sirius black x fem!reader. nsfw.

point proven

sirius helps you focus by making you cockwarm him when you study.

you are making another cup of coffee when sirius steps into the kitchen to ruin your plans. he looks kinda shocked, but not really. he comes next to you and holds your hand to stop your little routine of preparing coffee.

"i thought we had a deal, sweetness." he says. "are you gonna be a rule breaker, or what?"

you shake your head. "no, but i still have things to study and i want a drink when i do that, siri."

"i'm sure we've plenty of options for you in the fridge." he says, raising an eyebrow.

"yes, but i didn't want any of them." you say. "i want coffee, it's for my motivation."

sirius smiles. "i know you love drinking coffee so much." he begins. "but you don't know when to stop, and it's bad for your sleep."

you put a playful hand on his chest. "there are lots of things that are bad for you as well, you know, like your cigarettes and your coffee-"

"oh, okay, so we're doing this the hard way, huh?"

"no, we're not, i just can't focus and i want to have a cup of coffee, that's all."

sirius seems a little sympathetic. "oh, my baby." he strokes your wrist. "you can't focus? do you want some help?"

"you mean like- you'll help me study?"

there's a teasing smirk on his face. "i was thinking i could actually help with the focusing part." he says. "you think i didn't realize how you're pressing your legs together? and how you try to stay away from my touch?"

you feel exposed all of a sudden. your boyfriend always proves you wrong when you think you can hide something from him. "i'm- i'm a little distracted-"

"it's okay, my angel. i meant it, i'll help." sirius says. "why don't you get your textbook and come with me to the bedroom? you can have that coffee if my ways don't work, hmm?"

you nod, curious and kind of desperate. "okay."

he kisses your forehead and leaves the kitchen. you do as he says, step inside the bedroom with your texbook. sirius sits on the bed, his back leaned against pillows. he extends his hand for you and you take it to get on bed next to him.

"are you gonna be my good girl, and listen what i say?" he asks, voice low.

you nod, he has pulled you in that bubble that has you squirm under him. "yes, i will."

"perfect." he says. "i need you to take your shorts and panties off when i take my own clothes off, okay?"

you nod again, fingers going to the edge of your shorts. he makes a little show of taking off everything, the sight of his tattoo covered chest makes your legs shaky, and then he frees himself from his pants. you press your legs together unintentionally. sirius looks at you and you remember your promise, you take off your panties.

he grabs his half hard cock and strokes it expertly, all you can do is watch him. he throws his head back as he grazes the tip, he watches you and prepares himself. "come on, sweetheart, sit on my lap."

you nod, feeling unbalanced, but sirius supports you. he looks at you through hazy eyes, you blink and take a deep breath.

"look at you, already soaking." he touches your exposed cunt. "lovely cunt, all pretty and wet for me."

you arch your back to him when he touches your clit. "sirius, please."

"here's what we're gonna do; you will take my cock inside that pretty cunt and you will start reading the important parts of your textbook. if you can finish all of your parts without trying to move, i'll reward you with an orgasm." sirius says. "do we have a deal, sweetness?"

"yes." you are begging. "please, yes, yes."

"good." he says, taking his cock in his hand. "and you better not try to break this one as well."

he spits on his other hand, rubs the slickness all over your pussy. you are quick to take him inside. it's not easy to take all of him at once, but he helps you by moving his hips. "get comfy on me, yeah? come on, a little more for me."

you nod, moving your hips a little forward to take him deeper. he settles down, slow stretch of muscles, he kisses your cheek fondly. "good?" he asks. "think you can stay like this?"

"yes, that's- this is good." you say. he gives you the textbook and lets you place it on his chest. "there are like 12 pages but- i'll just go over, and that'll be enough for the lecture tomorrow."

"alright, sweetness." he says. "let's focus now, yeah?"

you take a breath and start reading the passages you've marked before. sirius keeps you still, rubs your thighs subtly to not distract you. you go over the first page quickly, finishing the parts that your professor talked briefly about. you realize you actually remember how it goes, you memorize what you read. without the ache between your legs it's easier to give your attention to the book.

sirius's gaze is loving, encouraging, and kind of intimidating. you keep going without moving, the pages flow quicker as you get confident over the parts you've finished. sirius's cock is heavy inside you, you can feel the stretch deeply, and it's grounding. you manage to stay good for him, trying not to move. he gives you an easy smile once you look at him, you smile back.

there are only 3 pages left but it's getting harder to resist the urge of moving. you give a shaky breath, looking at sirius for some support. he cups your cheek to maintain eye contact. "come on, you lovely thing." he whispers. "3 more and i'll take care of you."

you nod, eyes back on the book. the marked parts decrease quickly because now you actually know what you're trying to learn. you find yourself understanding all the basics, the distraction over. you turn the page to read the last passages. it takes every bit of strength but you finish it before you move and you close the book before putting it back on the bed. "i'm done. please, sirius, i've finished."

sirius gives you a proud smile. "you've finished." he coos. "you were so good for me. i'll give you anything you want now."

"i mean it was just for one lecture but- it's still something." you say, shy under his proud gaze.

"let me get you on your back, okay?" he says. "i'll be gentle."

you shake your head. "no, i don't want you to be gentle. i deserve it the way i like, siri."

sirius laughs, he puts you on the bed. "and you want me to be rough with you? fast and rough as i fuck your sweet cunt? you can have it, baby, i'm still giving you the reward i promised."

you nod, feeling the tight knot in your belly. sirius starts moving and you can feel how hard it is for him to hold back. he parts your legs gently, pulling himself back a little to push back. he groans, your name falls from his lips. you wrap your arms around his neck. your hand goes to his long, raven black hair to palm it. sirius keeps moving, tries to find a pace that you like.

"yes, yes, that's-" you arch your back and pull his hair lightly. "right there."

sirius loves when you pull his hair because you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you. he keeps hitting your g-spot after he finds it, keeps the pace still. it's fast and a little rough, it's like you win everything and he's giving you his everything. you wrap your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. he doesn't miss the change in the noises you're making, you become a mess underneath him as he moves his hips.

"are you gonna come for me?" he asks, his voice is clear next to your ear. "are you close, darling? do you want to come with me?"

you can't find your breath to answer him, he's playing with your body and mind at the same time. you melt, your eyes rolling back, you can feel every nerve. "whenever you want- whenever- i'm right there, sirius."

sirius groans, your tightness brings him to the edge as he moves faster. "come for me, pretty." he demands, his voice is scratchy.

you are a moaning mess, almost screaming for him. you have no idea how he manages to get you like this every time, but here he is, pushing himself to the deepest until he feels your clenching. your brain stops, everything stops, you can smell sirius's cologne, you are fucking in love with him. you come around him, wetness pooling on bed but you don't care.

he comes inside of you, never letting a drop waste. he likes doing it, he likes the way your cunt pulls him inside until he is soft and empty. he puts his head on your chest. he is exhausted but so, so proud. he kisses your skin, bites gently until he leaves a mark. you stroke his hair, his sweaty forehead. the world comes back to you ever so slowly as sirius moves next to you.

"i think i don't need that cup of coffee anymore." you say, teasingly. "thank you for proving your point."

sirius throws his head back and laughs, the best sound you've ever heard. "oh, you're such a sweetheart." he says. "and i'll prove my points to you like this anytime you want."

"can you believe i actually understood what i read? i thought i'd give up from the first page." you say.

"i'm not surprised, baby, you know what you're doing." he says, his hand rubs your arm.

"i kinda dreamed of doing this every time i see you studying." he continues. "do you know how lovely you look when you focus on something?"

you put your head on his chest and he welcomes you with open arms. "feel free to do that anytime i study, siri. i look forward to it."

[etheries1015]

Dear writer whose writings I love,

HEYYO. IT'S ME AGAIN. (I sent the Lilia using u as a stress relief you ask heheheha!!)

SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS (unrequited love that is actually requited love!)

You're on a "date" with Lilia to the gardens. (You wish)

And then you get to the Gardina section of the flowers and show it to him, knowing fully of what it means. (You hope, yet also don't hope he gets what's you're trying to say)

[FUN FACT: Gardenias are elegant and fragrant flowers that have long been associated with love, romance, and admiration. They are often used to express a secret or hidden love, as their sweet scent and delicate petals can be seen as a symbol of devotion and affection that is not openly expressed. The gardenia’s white or pale yellow petals are said to represent the purity and sincerity of a love that is kept hidden, while the intoxicating fragrance symbolizes the passion and intensity of the feelings that are being concealed. Gardenias are also often associated with mystery and secrecy, making them the perfect flower to symbolize a love that is kept hidden from the rest of the world. They have been used in literature and poetry for centuries to represent the hidden desires and passions of characters who cannot express their feelings openly]

SO

SSSOOOOOOO

This can go SO. MANY. WAYS.

He doesn't know and does nothing. This ends up in you making a poem about Gardina flowers to him, and he does something after that, taking the hint. (Good ending! With proposal and stuff and hehe fluff!! I love fluff)

He knows and asks you directly. (PLS GIVE THIS A GOOD ENDING. IDK HOW TO CONTINUE)

My brain is now fried again. Please expand. I will request every time my brain power suddenly shoots up. Goodbye, and see you again next time.

-🦇

Hello lovely! Yes yes, you actually revealed yourself to me after I answered that ask! Heuheu. No need to be anon! However, if that it what you prefer, I shall not convince you otherwise <3

ANYWAYS I have ALWAYS loved the notion of flowers having meanings and their beautiful poems that come in toe with their vibrant petals. It's truly a wonderful thing, I really wanna study them more. Fun fact! My favorite flower is a peony! I have a tattoo on my shoulder of a peony! ...in slue with an entire sleeve of random flowers, my tattoo artist just made up. Maybe the other arm I'll use for more structural floral... sorry for the tangent DHKFJSLDjf I love flowers. Thank you for this ask heuehueheue

Ahhhhhhh the idea of going out to a garden with Lilia...

I actually like to have this little headcannon that since Malleus is so interested in flowers and gardening, that perhaps he got that from Lilia. Flowers are our friends, after all! And what's better than making an entire garden of little friends to nourish? Along with creating a beautiful garden of roses, Malleus had delved deep into the world of floral poetry and representation.

You grab onto Lilias hand and pull him towards the back of ramshackle to show off the garden you and Malleus had placed together. Malleus was truly your wing man during this entire thing, he had vast knowledge about flowers and knew just the ones to plant In one large romantic gesture for the old fae. Malleus had landed you books and helped you study their different meanings, even taking time out of gargoyle studies club to dedicate gardening your surprise for Lilia.

"What has gotten you so eager, little bat?" Lilia chuckled, "Must truly be grand if you're so worked up like this!" You couldn't hide your excitement or giddiness as you headed towards the gate leading to the garden, a large black intricately designed gate in that perfectly suited the chicness of the dorm. Upon opening the gates, it revealed a large grandiose garden full of flowers of all sorts. Lilia's eyes widened as well as a toothy grin climbing onto his features, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"So this is what you and Malleus have been working so hard on?" He inquired, stepping forward and taking a look around, "I must say, it's rather an impressive feat! The sheer size is almost enough to rival Malleus's own rose garden back at the castle." You smiled brightly at him and skipped over to a particular patch you were proud of; Gardenias.

"These are Gardenias!" You pursed your lips as you bent over and grabbed something you had prepped before hand, taking hold of a neatly wrapped bouquet of gardenias and with a trembling hand pushing them in the arms of the fae. Lilia started slightly and took a gentle sniff of the flowers taking in their creamy sweet scent that reminded him of coconuts and peach. "They...they're for you!" You smiled.

"Oh they're lovely," Lilia said, "I presume you and Malleus are particularly proud of these ones! They bloomed wonderfully. I shall put them in my room!...oh, but I suppose they will need sunlight. Perhaps keeping them in Silvers care may be better..." You felt your heart drop and smile twitch ever so slightly. Pursing your lips you let out a dry nervous chuckle, tilting your head in awkwardness.

"I..Uh," You bit down your bottom lip, "Well, they were for you," You let out a breathy laugh.

"Of course! However I'm worried they may wilt in my care and you worked so hard! Hmm. Oh! I could put them in the lounge, so that everyone can see yours and Malleus's hard work!" You couldn't even bother to explain to him you were the one to nurture these flowers on your own upon Malleu's recommendation. He swore that Lilia would understand the meaning...it was common for fae folk to be knowledgeable on the world of flowers. Either Malleus Lied to you, which was unlikely, or Lilia was a part of the percentage that truly hadn't a clue.

You began to sweat bullets. Throughout this entire exchange, you weren't certain he understood your intentions. Or... was he purposefully deflecting the fact you had mainly meant this as a surprise for him? Was he thinking you were simply making excuses to hang out with Malleus? Or was he just that oblivious? It was rather distressing, for you already had an inkling that Lilia had not returned your feelings, and this only solidified your worries.

You began to wilt like a flower without water, your energy dying and your smiles becoming fake. You tried a few more times to hand him flowers, such as a singular rose (symbolizing love at first sight, a "one and only" in which the person you gift you give your heart to.) He insisted on taking a few more to decorate the lounge with.

This plan was failing terribly.

Finally, you let out a loud groan of frustration, pulling out a sheet of paper from your pocket with a burst of confidence and embarrassment. Your face took on a bright shade of red, pushing the letter into his chest. Lilia struggled to catch it with his hands full of flowers, eyes wide in bewilderment at this sudden display you put on. He stared in shock and confusion, unable to get a word out before you bolted out of the garden and to the dorm.

"Read that later!" You cried out.

"W-wait- what is-" He attempted to catch your attention, yet you were already out of view, leaving the fae utterly confused standing in the middle of the garden with arms full of flowers.

You threw yourself onto your bed and grasped your pillow, curling into a ball and groaning into it.

"eh? What's up with you?" Grim asked, "And what's this piece of paper?"

You sat up in a rush with wide eyes, staring at a piece of paper that you seemingly dropped from your person. You grabbed hold of it and took a look. It was the second page of the letter you had given Lilia... and undeniably the most important part. The first page detailed the history of flowers and how they have significance to them

the second page was the meanings of the flowers and why you chose them for the fae.

It was your confession.

You had forgotten to hand it to him in your flustered state.

You screamed into the pillow.

~ At Diasomnia ~

Lilia sat in the dorm lounge, reading over the page you had given him.

"Hmm...I knew flowers had meanings, but this letter seems unfinished. This is simply prefacing the history of flowers and that they hold meaning with a simple poem at the end, but the definitions they mentioned would be on the second page seem to be missing..." Lilia rubbed his head in confusion turning the paper around to find some sort of indication of continuation, Malleus walking in on the fae. Malleus flashed a mischievous smile.

"How did the visit to the garden go?" He inquired, "You seem confused rather than elated as I thought you would be..did something go ary?" He pointed out. Lilia shrugged and looked back at the tall draconic fae, tilting his head.

"I thought it was going well, (y/n) even handed me a bunch of flowers to bring back, along with this letter..." Lilia took a gander at the vase full of Gardenias and glanced back down at the letter in which stated every flower has a significant meaning.

"Malleus, could you tell me what Gardenias mean? I believe (y/n) meant to explain it to me, but the second half of this letter is missing." Malleus raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you would know?" Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing hold of the letter and skimming through its contents.

"Of course not. I like flowers of course, but I never took the time to truly study them as you did. I haven't a clue about definitions and things of the sort." The color seemed to drain from Malleus's face at realizing his mistake, before making his way to the gardenias and gently touching a petal from its bloom. He took a deep breath before giving a detailed explanation of their meaning: Passion, love romance, secrecy... Malleus explained the flower was to express a secret love that the prefect held for Lilia. Something that clearly went way over the old man's head.

Lilias's jaw was dropped to the ground, before quickly disappearing in a fog of green smoke.

He had to get the other half of that letter.

[luvyeni]

YUTA DRABBLE !

pairings. tattooartist!yuta x fem!reader

🔖: 18+ , unprotected sex , breeding kink , cigarette smoking ,

authors note ! authors note ! this is for the 6k drabble special , you can read all of them here !

you opened the doors to the shop , smiling at the boy who sat in the front. "hello , mark , yuta in the back?" he nodded. "yup , you finally gonna show him your surprise." you nodded. "well , im gonna on break , go ahead to the back."

you went straight to his office , opening the door. "yuta?" he looked up from his drawing , smiling at you. "hi babygirl , what are you doing here?" you held the bag of food in your hand out. "my baby brought me lunch , how cute is that." you sat it down , straddling his lap.

"you look so cute today , who are you getting all pretty for?" he squeezed your waist making you squeal. "stop it , i wore this because i have something to show you , my surprise." his eyebrow quirked. "the surprise i waited 2 weeks for?" you nodded , he smirked , leaning back in the chair. "go on and show me babygirl."

you unbuttoned the dress , letting it fall. "babygirl , what did you do?" you felt his cock starting to harden , pressing against your cunt. "hold on , be patient." you slowly reached to undo your bra , letting it fall , finally showing yuta what you'd been hiding.

"oh baby , you did this for me?" he ran his fingers over the tattoo of his name under your boob. "yup , you have my name , so i wanted to do the same." you looked so hot but so innocent , everything off but your panties , sitting on top of his cock. "and who did it princess?" he pinched one of your nipples , making you whine.

"i-i got jo-johnny to do it." he grabbed your hip , grinding into you. "m'wanted to surprise you." you whimpered , your need for your boyfriends cock growing. "you know , i don't like the guys looking at what's mine , but since you gave me such a nice present , i'll it slide."

"yu-yuta , i need more." he sat you the desk , pulling his pants down , his cock springing out , slapping against his stomach. "come on pretty baby , come sit on my cock." you climbed back in his lap , hovering over his cock.

"oh-oh my god." you moaned , sinking down on his cock , filling you up. "that's it , sit on my fat cock baby." he grunted , you were fully sat , his cock hitting a different angle in this position. "come on , ride it like a good girl." you moved your hips.

he picked up a cigarette off the table , sticking it between his teeth , lighting it , taking a long drag , you hated the way they smelled , but you always thought he looked hot. "so cute baby, when i first met you , you could barely look me in the eye." he smirked , taking another drag. "now look at ya , bouncing on my cock like a cute bunny , after getting my name tattooed on your pretty skin." you moaned , holding on to his shoulders.

"this means we're together forever now , your pussy is mine now." you clenched at his words. "-fuck- babygirl , you like that , you wanna be mines forever?" he groaned. "ye-yes wanna be yours forever yuta. " he put the cigarette out , grabbing your hips fucking up into you faster.

"sh-shit , yuta im gonna cum , please cum inside me , please." you begged. "that's what you want -shit- for me to cum inside you , stuff your little pussy with my cum." he pinched your nipples.

"ye-yes please -fuck!- im cumming." you screamed , legs shaking as you came around him , a white base forming around his cock , he felt his orgasm approaching , "gonna cum , you gonna take my cum." you viciously nodded. "then take it baby -shit- take my cum like a good girl.." he pushed your hips down , cum filling up your cunt. he stood up , pushing all his stuff to the floor , laying you down on the desk.

"fuck , i don't give a fuck about that next appointment i need to see your stomach bulging from my cum."

©️LUVYENI

[jobean12-blog]

Simply Irresistible

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)

Word Count: 2,446

Summary: Joel takes you on the best first day you’ve ever been on

Author’s Note: More Biker!Joel because I love him so! This is connected to my first Biker!Joel story The Road to Love but they can be read separately. Thank you so much for the love this AU is getting, I’m really enjoying it! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: lots of soft and sweet fluff, flirting, tension, f-ing-er-ing, little th-ig-h ri-d-ing, Joel can’t keep his hands to himself 

The edit below is NOT MINE: my amazing friend Ellie @mrsmischief209 made it for me at the drop of a hat and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thank you forever my sweet! 💕

Joel Miller Masterlist

“He texted you again, didn’t he?” Jade asks as she peeks over your shoulder.

“Of course it’s him,” Dan adds. “Look at that smile.”

You finish replying to Joel and then stuff your phone in the back pocket of your jeans.

“You two are insufferable!”

Your tone is playful and you’re still grinning.

“You LOVE us,” Dan chimes.

“You do,” Jade agrees. “Now tell us what he said.”

“I do love you both,” you assure them. “And he was just asking what I was wearing for our date…”

“REALLY?!” Dan screeches. “WHY?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask,” you reply. “I just told him I was planning to wear a dress.”

“You didn’t ask why!?!” Dan nearly shouts.

“Maybe he wanted to make sure you’re dressed properly for the restaurant…maybe it’s a fancy and romantic place!” Jade says with a wistful sigh.  

You look between your two friends and roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I’ll find out!” you say as you wiggle past them to help a customer.

“I can hardly wait until Saturday,” Dan whispers to Jade as he follows after you. “I bet they don’t even make it to dinner.”

Jade and Dan share a mischievous giggle and you shoot them a glare, smirking when you see Dan waggling his eyebrows at you.

~Saturday night~

“Text me and Dan if you need anything,” Jade speaks into the phone.

Dan grabs it from her hand.

“YES! Text us everything,” Dan says enthusiastically. “All the juicy details…I want to know every last one!”

You hear some scuffling and hear Jade mutter a curse at Dan before she’s back and says, “sorry babes, Dan is very excited.”

“I am too,” you smile as you stand in front of your mirror and check yourself one last time.

Just then you hear the rumble of an engine and your stomach fills with butterflies.

“He’s here!” you whisper shout into the phone. “Gotta go!”

“HAVE FUN!” both Dan and Jade shout simultaneously.

With a laugh you hang up and head for your front door.

The doorbell rings and you let out the breath you’ve been holding in before opening the door.

Joel’s leaning against the frame, relaxed in his signature dark jeans that fit just right and a vest that shows off his sculpted arms and tattoos.

Your gaze lingers on his handsome face before you take in the rest of him, you fingers twinkling hello with a small wave.

“Hey sunshine,” he murmurs as his eyes sweep over your body appreciatively.

Even though he does nothing to hide the fact that he’s checking you out it doesn’t come off as creepy, it only makes you feel desired and beautiful.

“You look…” and he runs a hand through his hair, tousling it so his curls are more pronounced, “amazin’.”

“Thanks,” you answer sweetly as you take a step closer.

He lifts his hand and holds up a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“These are for you,” he says quietly.

“Oh Joel! They’re beautiful!” you exclaim, taking them and holding them up to your nose. “I love them! Thank you.”

He looks pleased and gives you a sideways smile. You place your palm on his chest and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, your lips lingering on his skin before you pull away, your eyelashes still fluttering against your cheek.

When you meet his eyes they wander over your features before settling on your lips.

“You’re welcome sunshine.”

“I just want to put them in water before we go. Come in for a minute.”

You leave the door open and rush off to the kitchen, grabbing a small vase and filling it with water. Joel remains by the door and openly inspects what he can see of your house.

“I like it,” he says when you’re finished and walking back to him. “It’s warm and soft and inviting…fits you.”

“Thanks. It’s home.”

You meet him by the door but he doesn’t move out of the way.

You nibble your bottom lip and look at him through your lashes.

“Ready?” you ask.

He lifts his hand to your mouth and presses the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip, gently pulling it free from your teeth. Then he takes your chin between his fingers and tugs your mouth to his.

Your hands instinctively curl into his vest and you press yourself against him. His fingers graze your jaw before ghosting down your neck and curling around the back of it to bring you impossibly closer, his lips finding yours again quickly.

“Mm,” he hums against your lips, kissing you several more times before announcing, “now I’m ready. Just had to give you a proper hello darlin’.”

You nod, unable to speak and still clinging to him.

His hand slides lower and wraps around your waist, tucking you into his side as he leads you out the door.

“Where’s your bike?” you ask without thinking.

“Disappointed sunshine?” he asks with a knowing smirk.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly and you give him a sheepish look.

“No! Not at all. I just figured…”

His fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes, ghosting his lips across yours as he whispers, “don’t worry, I promised I’d take you for a ride any time you want and I meant it. I just can’t have you riding around on my bike in that dress darlin’. It’s not the safest.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. “Is that why you asked me what I was going to wear?”

He nods with a wink and brings you around to the passenger side door of his pickup then opens it for you.

“I would have changed,” you tell him with a smile.

His intense gaze travels from your head to your toes and when he reaches your eyes again they blaze with heat.

“No,” is all he says before he takes your hand and helps you up.

Once you’re seated he leans forward and grabs the seatbelt, laying it across your body then buckling it. The action is thoughtful and sweet but every time his hands brush along your skin it fills you with anticipation, the need to have him touch you overwhelming.

As if he senses it too, his fingers close around your hand and he lifts it to his lips for a soft kiss, his eyes never leaving yours until he reluctantly releases you and shuts the door.

When he gets in the driver’s side you ask, “where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he says as he shifts the truck into drive.

He sets one hand loosely on the steering wheel and lets his other inch across the middle console until it’s resting on your thigh, his fingers slightly hidden under the hem of your dress.  

His calloused thumb draws small circles on your soft skin and you love how rough it feels in comparison. You place your hand over his and trace his long fingers, gently stroking them with your fingertips. He shifts in the seat and glances at you while he squeezes your leg, the air thick with tension.  

Thankfully it doesn’t take long to get to your destination and when Joel turns down a small dirt road you turn to him with a look of confusion.

“There’s no restaurant here,” you say.

“No, there isn’t,” he answers. “Hope that’s ok.”

He parks and hops out of his truck then comes around to open your door and before you can ask any more questions he grabs you around the waist and helps you down, your body sliding along his until your feet hit the ground.

You stay pressed against him, your hands curled around his biceps. When he doesn’t release you, you dance your fingers higher, grazing his shoulder before they dip to the buttons of his vest and press to his warm skin.

“Are you hiding any tattoos under here?” you ask with your eyes still on his chest.

Your fingers toy with the first button and you pop it open, hearing his breath catch in his throat.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, tightening his grip on you.

“I want to see,” you whisper, lifting your eyes.

His eyes close briefly and you can see his teeth grind together before he shifts your bodies so he can press you into the side of his truck, the need to feel every inch of you overpowering every other thought.

You continue your exploration and push the fabric apart, slowly dragging your finger downward and parting it more, just enough to see the top of another piece of ink. You look up and into his eyes as your fingers undo one more button of his vest, exposing more of his tan skin until you can see the whole tattoo.

Your eyes drop and you trace your fingertips over the dark ink.

“Beautiful,” you breathe out.

He captures your hand in his, pressing it to his lips before he rests it on his shoulder and with his mouth just a whispered breath from yours his hands caress your body, his frustration evident when the material of your dress keeps him from your bare skin.

“You drive me crazy sunshine. From the moment I saw you…”

“Joel,” you plea.

His nose brushes yours before trailing down your neck, his lips following with soft kisses.

“I had a picnic planned…food, drinks…dessert. Even thought we’d watch the sunset,” he murmurs into your skin.

“Had?” you gasp, your fingers digging into his back as he nips at the skin above your pulse point.

“You expect me to sit through a picnic now?” he teases as his lips move over your collarbone.

“But it sounds so romantic,” you say, your voice breathy as you tilt your head back to give him better access to your neck.

“I thought so,” he smirks as he brings his lips back to yours. “I’ve got everything ready, just say the words.”

“Thought you couldn’t make it through a picnic…” you counter with some playful sass.

“I’d try just for you but I can’t promise anything.”

His fingers slip under the hem of your dress, languidly sliding along your skin until they reach your inner thigh. Every motion is deliberate and when he moves his hand to your hip and teases the waistband of your panties you groan out his name.

“Problem sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes full of mischief.

Your fingers work through his thick dark hair, and move down his back, exploring and touching all the hard planes of muscle.  

You want more. Need it. And you can feel him throb against your stomach as his bearded cheek grazes your delicate skin and he captures your lips in a kiss that steals any remaining air from your lungs.

His hand slides down to your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze, pulling your hips harder against his. With a slight nudge he pushes his knee between your legs and presses his thigh upward, making you whimper into his mouth.

The hard muscle flexes and you can’t stop the way you grind yourself over him.

“Fuck darlin’,” he hisses when he pulls away, his breathing heavy.

Your lips part when he grabs your waist and rocks you over his thigh, your moans of pleasure the only sounds he wants to hear.

He removes his knee and replaces it with his hand, pushing your panties to the side and easily sliding his thick fingers through your arousal.

“Oh fuck sunshine,” he moans against your lips, “this all for me?”

Your hands claw at his back, trying to bring him closer and he answers your silent plea, slowly pushing a finger inside you.

He grunts as your tightness surrounds him and the urge to see your face takes over as he pulls back from your lips to watch you.

He holds your gaze as he takes his time, gentle, slow, deliberate pumps of his hand as he builds a torturous rhythm.

“More,” you demand, dragging your hands down his chest before your fingers grab hold of his biceps.

He flexes under your touch and you can see the chords of muscle strain with his every movement.

“Joel, more.”

He growls and with his free hand, takes a hold of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head and against the truck.

You clench around him and weakly push against his grip. With a satisfied grin he keeps his eyes on yours as he pushes a second finger inside you.

His movements remain slow and torturous and it drives you wild with impatience. You buck your hips onto his hand, trying to take him deeper but he keeps you pinned in place and draws out your pleasure.

“Joel,” you beg, your desperation swallowed by his lazy but sexy kiss that makes you roll your hips all over again.

He keeps you on the edge until you you’re trembling in his arms, strung so taut but not alone. His expression is filled with need, his muscles straining with the last remains of his barely contained control.

“Please,” you whisper, on the verge of falling apart. “Please, Joel.”

Whatever impressive control he’s mastering snaps and he starts to move his fingers faster, pushing deeper. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles until you shatter against him, your release spasming through you until you can hardly hold yourself upright.

“I got you darlin’,” he murmurs and you feel his lips press softly to your shoulder as he draws his fingers away.

Your eyes meet his and his expression is soft with satisfaction.

“I’d apologize for not being able to keep my hands to myself,” he starts, lifting his hand between your bodies, his fingers gleaming, and licking them clean one by one, “but I’m addicted.”

“Joel…” you whisper, still breathless.

He slants his mouth over yours in a grazing, taunting kiss and you bite his lower lip before he deepens it so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

When he tears his mouth away it’s only for lack of air and you can see him start to open it as if he’s going apologize again but you press a finger to his lips.

“This is by far the best first date I’ve ever had,” you whisper as you trace his jaw. “And we still have time to watch the sunset.”

“We can do whatever you want sunshine.”

Your lips curl into a coy smile and you press yourself closer, bending your head to his and kissing him.

Hard and hungry.

His large hand curls around the back of your neck and he keeps you close, taking over and kissing you back just the same.

@blackwidownat2814 @justkinsey @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @sstan-hoe​ @littleseasiren​ @faceache111​

[corpsebasil]

NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PARTE DOS

dear God he's so handsome I can't do this

Maybe you shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't be, but you're happy to see your prep team regardless of how you're feeling on the inside.

"'The female tribute for District Two'" Lionus Treech, the announcer for your district, had cheered, reading the slip of paper inside the glass bowl. If you could've bet money you'd put your life's savings on every name in that bowl being yours. "'Y/N Y/L/N!'"

When you moved forward, exchanging one quick glance with the sharp-toothed Enobaria, you knew none of the other surviving victors would volunteer. Even Brutus, a nasty, violent man that still treats life like an arena, hadn't done much but lift his brows when Nikolai's name was read from the male bowl. (It helped that Nikolai was watching Brutus with an expression that promised unspeakable violence if the older man even blinked funny.)

"Darling!" The first voice cries; the trio of stylists that burst through the train door are as loud as their sense of style, all three clad in some sort of animal print. "You look stunning!" Lark gasps, bringing his warm hands to your face. The dark-skinned man is wearing bright purple liner, the color unfairly gorgeous on him. "Don't worry, we'll get these dark circles out of the way. Where's that handsome man of yours?"

"You won't believe the party you missed last month, Y/N. There were aerialists dressed like actual swans! And a frozen swan ice sculpture!" Jem adds, kissing your cheeks quickly. Her dark hair is pulled back in a spiky bun, the part of her hair zigzagging. "You would've looked glorious in this white little number I was working on--covered in feathers. Just glorious."

"I'm sure Y/N feels devastated she missed it." Xiomara, your most level-headed stylist, muses, her tattooed skin free of any makeup. She almost looks normal by Capitol standards--if it weren't for the ear-modding that leaves the tips of them pointed like a fairy's. Her golden eyes are amused when she pulls you into a soft hug, her voice soft. "Hello, darling. We've all missed you." When she pulls away it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. "The gem of the Capitol. We will do our best to make you shine."

"Oooh! That's an idea!" Lark snaps his fingers. "'Shine'!"

"What are you getting at?" Jem scoffs.

"Shiiiiiineee. We can cover her skin in gold dust! She'll look like a goddess."

"She'll look like a damn disco ball."

"Lets see you come up with--"

"Hello." The moment Nikolai speaks, his frame filling the empty doorway, all three preps whip their heads in his direction. Jem actually blushes. Then the cooing begins, Jem and Lark fussing over him while you and Xiomara watch with tiny smiles on your faces. Your prep team--Nikolai's biggest fans. "Yes, yes I did." Nikolai responds to a flurry of questions, Lark's biggest concern being whether your lover has cut his hair recently or not.

"With you and Finnick there I'll have to keep smelling salts around for the amount of swooning Capitol citizens." Lark sighs, fanning himself dramatically. "Just imagine him covered in gold dust, Jem."

"I am certainly imagining it."

"Picture it. Picture it vividly."

"Let's allow the two of them relax." Xiomara urges, calmly leading her fellow stylists out the door. She gives Nikolai a soft pat on the shoulder as they leave, still squawking about covering the two of you in gold dust. The second the door closes you sit on the nearest velvet-clad seat, a long sigh leaving you.

"Gold dust, hmm?" Nikolai hums, approaching you calmly. "Seems like your prep team is excited for the Quell."

"Maybe they're inspired. They get to style me, after all."

"Course they are." Nikolai smirks when he leans over you, arms caging you against the couch. Your eyebrows lift, chin raising a fraction as he crowds you, forcing you to look up. "You're utterly striking."

"Why thank you. I always say--"

"You always say--?"

"--'I am the gem of Panem'--"

"Yeah, yeah." Nikolai scoffs, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. He leans into you, lips roving over your own while you close your eyes, your hands tugging him even closer. "'Gem of Panem'. You certainly are." His words are spoken softly against your lips before his tongue moves to trace the curve of your throat.

"Yes..." You murmur, head tipping back. "That is....true."

"Mhmm."

"Nik."

If anyone overhears the moan you let out when he kisses his way down your neck, tugging the front of your dress down with him, they don't bother you.

Lol

I need him

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 3/10/23

prompt: rehab

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Steve walks toward his two o'clock appointment with a slightly curious expression on his face. It's a new patient, which already usually has him quite curious and slightly nervous, but this particular new patient is one who could afford to pay the clinic to keep the physical therapy room empty for his session.

And Steve had been required to sign an NDA before being allowed to pick up the patient. Which had honestly offended him. The NDA just went over not telling the press any details about his client, which, hello? HIPAA? But he's also confused about why his patient would need him to sign an NDA like this. The name Eddie Munson doesn't ring any bells for him.

So, yes. He's very curious.

Before opening the door, he puts the effort into making his expression friendlier and more open, and straightens his back before pushing the door open. There, sat on one of the cushioned benches, is a very attractive man. One that he still doesn't recognise? Even though he must be famous? Or something?

He's got long, wavy hair, with a fringe hanging down in his face a bit- just enough to slightly cover his grumpy eyes and add to his generally unhappy expression. The t-shirt he's wearing looks artfully ripped to reveal tattoos underneath across his ribcage and stomach, and it contrasts the grey sweatpants he's wearing. Steve remembers that a knee injury is why Eddie's here in the first place, and figures that's what's causing the slightly odd outfit. He spies a pair of crutches leaning against the bench Eddie's sat on, and then his eyes trail over a little further to see a woman stood beside them.

Her expression is a lot more serious than Eddie's, and she's wearing an outfit that can only be described as business casual. Her blonde hair is up in a perfect ponytail, and once Steve's closed the door behind him she gives him a pinched smile. When Steve expects Eddie to introduce himself, the woman speaks instead.

"Hi there, you must be Steve. I'm Chrissy, Eddie's manager. He did not want to come today, so I'm just here to make sure he's behaving."

Steve raises an eyebrow at her words, and her speech seems to finally prompt Eddie to stop glaring daggers into the floor and look up at his new physical therapist.

But when Eddie's eyes snap up to Steve's, the glare leaves them immediately as his eyes widen a little. Steve's very confused by that, even more so when the wide eyed look transforms into a pout.

"Hi Eddie, I'm Steve." He greets with a lopsided smile, hoping that would make Eddie drop whatever his face is doing right now. But instead Eddie literally lets out a huff and his pout intensifies.

"Dammit. Why do you have to be hot? Chrissy dragged me to this stupid rehab centre and I don't want to be here because I'm supposed to be on tour, so I was supposed to be broody and moody all session to defy Chris's demands. But here you are. Real prince charming with a nice smile and hot voice to match." Eddie complains, and Steve opens and closes his mouth a few times at that.

Eventually, he takes a deep breath and tilts his head, eyes slightly squinted.

"I'm.. Sorry? About that?" He tries, and Eddie laughs a little.

"Can I get a different therapist for this? Preferably an uglier one?" Eddie tries, and that actually shocks a laugh out of Steve as Chrissy (somewhat violently) shoves his shoulder and hisses out his name.

"Unfortunately you're stuck with me. And I can't date patients." Steve says bluntly, and Eddie's pout is back.

"But," He starts, and quirks a smile at how Eddie's back straightens at his words, "You're very pretty. So how about you actually try at what I have planned for you, and when you're done with the outpatient programme, I can take you out for dinner?"

Chrissy sighs next to Eddie at the words (looking quite done with the entire situation and the fact that she has to be there), but Eddie's eyes have glazed over into something determined, and he nods once.

"Eight weeks is a long time, but you're like Adonis level hot. That works for me. Show me what you got, Stevie."

Steve finds himself quite excited to find more out about Eddie. The next eight weeks will fly by, and hopefully after that... They can see how it goes.

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (3)

BTS ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

The new badge you had gotten for your new position opened most doors that were in the bottom levels. The security guards that were placed at the lobby entrance were told of the new change in nurses so they only gave you a glance as you walked through the doors. 

Walking along the familiar hallway, your eyes glanced over the third door, but moved to the one next to it. You knocked softly, hearing shuffling on the other side of the door. With a swipe of your keycard, you opened the door slowly like you had last time, not wanting to startle the man inside. 

“Hello?” You called into the dark room. Instead of allowing the only light source to be from the bedside lamp, you turned around to flip the switch. You smiled to yourself as light seeped into the room creating a better area to work with.

You flinched back as you turned to almost smack your nose into Jungkook. “Oh! Hi, Mr. Jeon.” You greeted brightly, stepping to the side so as to not be so close. 

“You're back.” Jungkook tilted his head, eyes blinking down at you.

“Yes!” You spoke enthusiastically. “I'm your new nurse so I'll be coming in from now on.” Your eyebrows pulled together when you looked around his room. There were things thrown about, the bed moved at a weird angle and the furniture looked to be torn to shreds. 

“You gave people a scare yesterday.” You looked over Jungkook, trying to find something wrong with him. “What happened? You were alright when I checked on you the other day.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised as he watched you check over him. “I just wanted you to be my nurse.” Was all he said. 

“I think you did more than just ask.” You lightly laughed, a grin on your face as you started to pick up the things that were left over on the floor.

“They'll fix it anyway.” Jungkook bent down, pulling you back up to stop your cleaning. “Are you going to be doing your check up?” He asked, trying to get you to pay attention to him. 

You stood straight back up, moving to place the things you already had on the counter. “Yes.” You smiled. “I'll get on with it.” 

Jungkook was quick to move to the bed, making himself comfortable as he watched you gathered the blood pressure machine and a finger oxygen meter. His eyes followed your every move, ears picking up on all the little sounds you made as you hummed to yourself. 

He sat up when you turned around. He was straining to keep himself from looking so desperate for you, waiting as you made your move to touch his arm. He allowed you to touch him, almost relaxing when your hand began to touch his tattooed arm. 

“Perfect vitals, as normal.” You explained, unwrapping the padding. He frowned when you turned around, not giving his tattoos a second look. He quietly stood from the bed, making his way over to you as you wrote down things in a folder. 

“Is that my file?” He asked, looking over your shoulder, his chest trapping you into the counter. 

You froze up, shoulders squaring as you shuffled away from the man’s body heat. “Yes.” You nodded your head, stiffly turning around. “I have the whole thing now so I know what I'm looking for.” You held up the papers, ginning.

“I hope you don't mind.” You softly spoke, noticing how he looked at the file skeptically.

“Not at all.” Jungkook’s lips pulled into a friendly smile for a little before he scooted back and allowed you room to move. 

“If that is fine, I’ll go over the questions they seem to have on here.” You took a seat at th edge of a ripped chair, not wanting to scrape yourself on the ragged edges of the fabric. Jungkook sat on the bed watching you.

The questions were for everyday check-ups. Does anywhere hurt? How is your eyesight? Your hearing? He gave short answers, looking as though he was already used to those kinds of questions. You frowned as you got halfway through the list, realizing that he did have a nurse come in to see him often so he was used to hearing the questions. 

You didn’t feel like asking the same questions he was so used to hearing so instead you decided to ask about him, thinking it would be best to get to know him. You were going to be working with him often. Looking over his file you knew it would be stupid to ask the things that were clearly already written down.

“Do you have a favorite food?” You asked, hiding a grimace at how dumb the question sounded. It most definitely caught his attention because the wide eyed look you got made you smile. He looked adorable as he watched you with a confused look.

“I’m going to be with you for a while so I might as well get to know you.” You smiled. 

“I don’t know.” The boy spoke quietly. “Anything with meat?” 

You giggled, feeling like you caught the boy off guard. “I can understand that.” Jungkook slowly loosened his tense shoulders as you both began to speak about your favorite things. Well, it was mostly you. Jungkook kept to himself for the most part, not giving out much information. 

By the end of the visit you slowly started swooning for the man’s smile that showed off his teeth. You thought it fit his look, his eyes and nose really creating features you would notice from a mile away. 

“I should have gotten everything.” Jungkook’s head snapped up to you, realizing that you had not finished with the normal questioning. “You should be good.” You smiled at him. 

“Do you have to go?” He asked, standing from the bed and shuffling closer to you. 

While you didn’t want to leave you had other things to take care of. Your time wasn’t meant to be long, just a simple health check up. You had yet to see what it was Jungkook really had but you would get to that at some point. You didn’t want to seem inconsiderate and ask right away. You were going to be with the man for a while so you wanted him to trust you. 

“I have some papers to file but I'll be sure to come in tomorrow. I have to anyway.” You shrugged. 

“We'll go out to the common room.” He spoke up, walking next to you as you reached the door. 

“That's perfect.” You smiled. “I'll see then, Mr. Jeon.”

“Jungkook.” He told you. “Call me Jungkook.”

Your eyebrows raised and a giggle bubbled from your throat. “If you insist. Have a good day, Jungkook.” 

Your bright smile had him grinning, looking away bashfully. “You too.” He called out to you.

You shut the door behind you, the last thing being Jungkook's red cheeks and large smile. It brought warmth to your chest. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, as you smiled to yourself. Gathering all of Jungkook’s papers together, you shuffled your feet along the ground to get back to the office. 

However, just as you moved to take a step, you immediately came to a stop. You felt something calling to your attention from the room on the other side of the hallway. It was the one directly in front of Jungkook’s, which prompted you to see the large 006 on the door label.

It was like the first day you had come down to the lower levels where you felt something touching your shoulders. Like there was someone trying to get your attention with their presence. You took a glance at room three, before walking closer to the even number room. 

There was a buzzing feeling going around the hallway. It felt childish, like someone was giggling in your ear. You felt like you were playing hide and seek with a young child, their laughter ringing through the area that foretold their hiding spot. 

As you reached out to touch the knob, your head tilted to the side. You looked up with your eyes on the number plate. Your fingers twitched close to the metal, eyes blinking as you seemed to have gotten the feeling back in your body. You had already knocked before your head wrapped around where you were. 

The door opened on its own, so you stuck your head in. “Hello?” You called, leaning closer. The room was exactly like Jungkook's, however there were things placed around that made it look like someone stayed there. There were personal belongings if you were to call them something. 

Your eyes sparkled as you took in the paper planes that were hanging from the ceiling. There was a desk filled with little trinkets that looked like wooden toys or glass figurines. A large isle was placed in the corner of the room, paint stained the board in a haphazard way. 

As you walked into the room with a giggle falling from your lips, someone startled you. 

“You're new.” A deep voice spoke up, sounding astounded. You turned quickly, finding the patient of the room hiding behind the door that had opened. You realized it hadn’t opened on it’s own but that maybe the man had been the one to let you in. 

“Yes. I'm a new nurse.” You told him. 

“That's probably why you came in.” He spoke to himself. “I'm Taehyung.” His boxy smile made you grin at how adorable he looked. 

“(Y/N).” You greeted politely. 

“You just came from Kookies room.” He skipped around you, moving things from off what you assumed to be his desk. “Are you his new nurse?” He looked up at you expectantly. 

“I am. How do you know?” You nodded your head, holding Jungkook’s files close to your chest. 

“He told us all that he got a new nurse to see him.” Taehyung explained, finding some playing cards. “He threw a huge fit when someone else showed up yesterday. Jimin heard the whole thing next door.” The man began to shuffle the cards playing with them. 

You knew that something happened in Jungkook’s room for the boy to have shredded furniture but they didn’t really tell you what it was. You thought maybe it was just him who was having an episode but to learn it was because you didn’t show up made you feel bad. You did give him hope you would show up again. 

“He did?” You frowned. 

“Wanna see a magic trick?” Taehyung spoke, quickly changing the subject. 

“Ah.” Your eyes tried to keep up with the way the boy was quickly shuffling the deck. “I don't know if I'm allowed to be here.” You looked up at him, eyes on his mischievous grin.

“Don't worry! You have time.” He waved your worry off. “It will be quick. I promise.”

“Okay.” You sighed softly, eyes melting at the way his boyish charm seemed to trap you. 

His lips pulled over his teeth as he quickly nodded his head. His hands seemed to move faster around the cards, you began to worry that he would allow one to fall. However he seemed to have a handle on them as they shifted from one hand to the other. 

Your eyes went wide as he seemed to dance around with them, seemingly as if he had them floating in the air. You tried to keep up with his movements, but you were lost in the way his fingers skimmed over each piece of cardstock. 

He suddenly clapped his hands together, stopping all the cards from shuffling. “Keep your eye on this card.” He showed you the seven of spades, quickly clapping his hand again to begin shuffling the deck. 

As he began to dance again, your eyes kept seeing the seven of spades pop up ever so often. You would always find it in a fleeting moment but somehow it didn’t stay out of your sight for too long. When you caught sight of it again, it seemed to flip over to the opposite face. In the blink of an eye, all the cards stopped their movements as Taehyung’s hand quickly covered them all up. 

As he slowly went to open up his palm, your breath got caught in your throat as a tulip unscrambled from his palms. It laid on top of the deck, unraveling itself to take up the space it needed. Your laugh brought joy to Taehyung’s ears, his grin stretching from ear to ear. He grabbed the flower from atop of the deck, showcasing it off to you.

“It's beautiful.” You whispered, eyes sparkling.

“Thank you.” He kept his eyes on you, softly smiling. “Here you keep it.” He held the flower out to you, pocketing the rest of the deck. 

You looked up at him, slowly reaching out to take the flower from his fingers. “Thank you.” You whispered, keeping his eyes locked to yours. You moved it up to your nose, smiling at the scent it gave off. It was soothing almost.

“I'll see you some other time, Taehyung.” You suddenly felt excitable, grinning up at the boy. “Have a good day.” You waved to him, skipping off to the door and out into the hallway.

Taehyung suddenly felt a little shy at the way your voice spoke those kind words to him. It made him feel happy to have accomplished something so small. It was like a reward to him, to hear someone praise him. And to know that she wanted to see him again some other time made a giggle fall from his lips.

Taehyung knew that he was considered as someone who was often in his head and daydreaming. He acted childish sometimes which made nurses scold him often. But you hadn't looked at him that way. In fact, you looked at his things with interest. He would replay the giggles you let out and the breath taking smile on your face over and over again.

“I can now.”

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[adhd-coyote]

Hi hello! Good morning!

Could I interest you in my Seventeen/Fives agenda and #32? 💜

Good morning, you may indeed! I had a lot of fun writing this one ;3

32 - A kiss while someone watches

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Fives can’t get his fucking head on straight.

Your head has never been on straight, Fives, the little voice that sounds like Echo’s teases. Fives mentally flips him the bird. He’s having a difficult fucking time right now, alright? His brain is swimming in whatever drugs they’ve put in him, his head is still pounding from fucking brain surgery, and all of Kamino is on high alert looking for him. This is the only time he’s regretted tattooing his number on his forehead. It’s easy to blend into a crowd of people who share your face until you have a marker to set you apart.

He sends a silent apology to the Shiny he’s shoved into a storage closet and slips out, clad in stolen armor. It’s lighter than what he’s used to, missing all of the extra weight that comes with his ARC kit, but it’ll help him blend in, and right now that’s the most important thing.

There’s chips in their heads. Godsdamned mind control chips in every single vod’s head. Gods, Fives feels like he’s gonna be sick.

Keep it together, Fives. You’re a fucking ARC Trooper, act like it.

Easier said — or thought — than done.

Fives forces himself to take slow, even breaths as he marches down the hall in perfect form. It’s difficult, with his foggy head and racing heart, but he manages. Squads of troopers run past him, unaware how close their prey is, and Fives prays to the little gods that they stay unaware.

“Everyone’s looking for you, verd’ika.”

Fives freezes. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Alpha-17.

He should have kept walking. Gods, why did he freeze? He could have played it off, now he’s given himself away-

“The hell did you do to cause such a scurry, huh?”

“Please,” is the first word out of Fives’ mouth. “I’ve- I’ve found something, something important, they’re gonna reconn me, sir, please, you can’t-”

“Easy, verd’ika.” Alpha-17’s large hand cups the back of Fives’ neck. On instinct, the tension bleeds away from Fives’ limbs, leaving him pliant in 17’s hold. He looks up, terrified, and meets eyes that look softer than Fives has ever seen before. “C’mon, let’s get you outta here.”

17’s hand leaves his neck and Fives is left scampering after him as he stalks off. He feels like he’s back in ARC training, trailing behind 17, desperate to prove himself worthy of Rex’s recommendation. “Off-planet? You- You’re helping me?”

17 looks back at him, eyebrow raised. “Did you forget I trained you? You’re a smart one, verd’ika, even if you don’t look it. I knew something was up when they wouldn’t tell us why we were after you. But you’re a long talker, and we don’t have time for that, so I’m just gonna have to trust that you’ve got a good reason.”

“I do!” Fives assures, struggling to keep up with 17’s long strides. Normally, he wouldn’t have any issue, but the drugs have made his thoughts slow and his limbs heavy. Alpha-17 puts a hand to the small of his back and pushes him faster. Fives stumbles, but manages to keep up without falling. He realizes the way they’re positioned is deliberate- Fives is between 17 and the wall, and 17’s bulk hides most of him from view. Not to mention that Fives looks a lot less suspicious walking with him than by himself.

“Here.” 17 drags him into what Fives recognizes as a private hangar. He immediately clocks someone else — General Ti — and straightens, hoping beyond hope that she won’t recognize him, already knowing she does.

“Good, you’re here. I’ve prepared the ship for takeoff, you need to leave right now.”

“Wh- What?”

Alpha-17 rolls his eyes and nudges him forward. “She’s helping, too. Got one of those weird Force feelings or whatever.”

General Ti nods, offering a soft smile. “Yes. The Force wants you to escape. So you must leave, now. 17 and I will stall them.”

“Oh.” Fives swallows around the ball in his throat. “Thank you.”

Alpha-17 snorts. “No thanking, verd’ika.”

He takes Fives’ helmet and lifts it away. Fives doesn’t get a chance to wonder why he’s done that, because suddenly there’s a large hand cupping the back of his neck and lips pressed to his. He’s still trying to process that when 17 pulls away, smirking, and squeezes his neck. “Go on, get going. Don’t get yourself killed, and there might be more of that later, verd’ika.”

“Y-Yes sir,” Fives stammers out, reeling. He’s got so much emotional whiplash right now, and no idea how to handle it.

“Fives.” Oh shit, right, General Ti is still here. And saw that. Shit. “There is enough supplies to last you a week on the ship. Go, now, and hurry.”

“Right.” Fives nods quickly, and with one last look at Alpha-17, scrambles aboard the ship and prepares to take off.

-

Kiss ask game

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Commander Mayday illustration by @nika6q

A Match for Mayday: Chapter 1

Editor's note: This fic is a collaboration between @nika6q (artwork) and @dystopicjumpsuit (story)

Pairing: Mayday x Flower Farmer Reader 

Rating: T

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings and tags: fluff

A/N: dedicated to @nika6q ❤️‍🩹

Read Chapter 2 here!

Your sister has always had immaculate taste. From her gorgeous flat in a Coruscant high-rise, to the handsome trooper currently staring down at her with adoration in his soft brown eyes as she wraps her arm around his waist, to the selection of high-quality brews in the conservator which you are currently raiding, she has curated a beautiful life for herself. She’s been your best friend since the day she was born, and you couldn’t be happier for her. You didn’t have an easy childhood, and seeing your little sister settled and thriving is everything you had hoped for her during those difficult days. 

Her boyfriend—no, make that fiancé—practically worships her. As you watch them through the sliding glass door, you realize you’ve never seen her look as content as she does in that moment, smiling softly up at Hexx. Unbeknownst to you, an identical smile plays on your own lips as you close the conservator door. Just as you do, a latecomer enters the kitchen, and you turn automatically to greet him, your eyes widening as you take him in. 

He’s a clone, but damn, what a clone. He looks older than Hexx and most of his brothers, though that might be due to his beard and longer hair. He’s tall and solidly built, and even in civilian clothing, he looks imposing. His long sleeves are rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle, with a hint of tattoo ink peeking from the edge of the fabric.

“Hello,” you greet him, that soft smile still in place as you introduce yourself.

“Mayday,” he replies, and his voice is deeper and and more gravelly than you’ve heard from other clones. “Pleasure to meet you.” 

Up close, you can see faint lines around his eyes, and a sprinkle of silver in his hair. Definitely older than Hexx, then. 

“Can I get you a beer?” you offer. “Or are you a whiskey man?”

“A beer sounds great, thanks,” he says, and you hand him the cold bottle you just pulled out of the conservator. His fingers brush against yours, soft and warm, and his eyes follow you as you turn to pull another bottle out of the conservator. “How do you know Hexx and Sunni?”

“Sunni is my sister,” you reply.

“I thought I saw the resemblance,” he says. “Why aren’t you out partying with the others?”

“Just came in for a drink,” you reply. He arches an eyebrow, and you buckle immediately under his unspoken interrogation. “And to hide for a few minutes.”

“Now, why would you want to hide?” he asks, tapping his bottle against yours and taking a long sip.

You shrug. “Not a huge fan of crowds. They make me nervous.”

“You must hate living on Coruscant, then,” he says.

“I would if I lived here,” you reply.

“You’re not local?” he asks, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining the hint of regret in his tone.

“No, I live on Nakadia,” you reply. “I’m only on Corrie for the engagement party.”

“Nakadia?” he asks. “Then you must be the farmer.”

“Yes, I own a flower farm there,” you reply. “How did you know?”

“Hexx told me they were having the wedding at your farm. You’re a brave woman to agree to host that many clones for a party,” he says with a charming smile.

“I’d do anything for Sunni,” you reply. “But I have to admit it’s weird to think that she’s getting married when I still see the adorable little girl with fluffy hair and a face covered in jelly when I look at her.”

“I know the feeling,” Mayday says with an ironic twist of his mouth. “We do what we can for them, but in the end, we have to trust them to know what they’re doing.”

“Hexx seems like a good man,” you say tentatively. “And he makes her happy.”

“Have you known him long?” he asks.

“I’d only spoken to him on holocalls until I got to Corrie three days ago,” you reply. “What about you? Did you serve with him?”

Mayday nods. “I’m his commanding officer, at least for the moment. I can tell you that there’s not a more loyal soldier in the GAR. He’ll take good care of your sister.”

“When you say ‘for the moment,’ what does that mean? Is he being reassigned?” you ask curiously. Sunni hadn’t mentioned it.

“Not to my knowledge,” he replies. “But I am retiring.”

He seems too young to be retiring, but there is a weariness about his eyes that makes you think he’s earned it.

“What will you do then?” you ask, relaxing back against the countertop.

Mayday mimics your laid-back posture, leaning against the wall as he answers. “Haven’t decided yet. I might just spend some time enjoying being the only person in charge of my time.”

“You’re not going to rush down to RTL to find the love of your life?” you ask, a teasing light springing into your eyes.

“Nah, not for me,” he replies. “I’d prefer to meet somebody organically.”

“Understandable,” you reply. “Though it certainly worked out well for Sunni and Hexx.”

“And what about you?” he asks.

“What about me?” You take a sip of beer and enjoy its icy effervescence on your tongue.

“Any plans to visit the matchmaker?”

“I’m not really interested,” you admit.

Mayday nods slightly, his eyes unreadable. “So you’re taken, then?”

The door slides open abruptly, and Sunni bursts in like the force of nature that she truly is, tugging Hexx behind her.

“Are you hiding in here?” she demands with an infectious laugh. 

“Of course not!” you lie with dignity. “I was entertaining your guest.”

“Welcome, Commander,” Hexx says, subtly standing at attention.

“Relax, Hexx. You don’t need to salute me at your own engagement party,” Mayday says with that easy, charming smile.

Hexx and Sunni sweep you back outside to join the rest of the party goers before you get a chance to tell Mayday that you are very single.

Months pass before you see Mayday again. Sunni is swept up in wedding plans, and you head back to Nakadia to tend to your farm. There’s plenty to do, between your normal responsibilities and the additional work of getting the property ready to host a large wedding. If you think Sunni is a social butterfly, she pales in comparison to Hexx and his multitude of brothers. Sunni is going to have the largest family-in-law in the galaxy, and it seems like half the GAR will be attending the wedding, along with their plus-ones, most of whom had met through Right to Love Matchmaking. Several of the matchmakers are also invited, and you hope they aren’t so dedicated to their work that they will harass you to sign up for their services. 

A few weeks before the wedding, Sunni and Hexx arrive with a large contingent of clones to help with the labor of getting the farm ready for such a large gathering. Veetch is there, of course, along with numerous members of the 77th Heavy Brigade. 

And, of course, Mayday is there. 

It takes an unbelievable amount of work to get the farm ready, but given that Hexx has quite literally brought a small army to help, it goes faster than you expect. The entire first day is spent clearing brush to make space for the large pavilion where the reception will take place. It is dirty, sweaty, backbreaking work, even with the help of the droids. You are exhausted at the end of the day, and after taking a quick shower, you make your way out to the front porch to watch the sunset. It’s your favorite vantage point, and it’s a nightly ritual that you almost never miss.

Tonight, though, someone has already claimed your spot. His tall, broad form leans casually against the pillar as he surveys your lovely farm. In the golden light of early sunset, you pick up the glints of lighter brown and gold in his dark hair, and for an instant, you wonder what it would feel like to twine your fingers through it. On impulse, you stop in the kitchen and pull two bottles of ale out of your conservator. You join him and offer him a bottle wordlessly. He nods his thanks and goes back to staring out at the kaleidoscopic fields of flowers. 

You didn’t see much of him today. He has been busy working on a special project in the barn, and his sleeves are littered with a fine layer of wood shavings. Your knees creak a little as you lower yourself to sit on the porch step, and soon he joins you. 

“Nice place you have here,” he says at last, breaking the evening serenity. “Peaceful.”

“That’s what drew me here,” you reply.

He looks at you curiously. “Trying to avoid crowds?”

You nod, not wanting to spoil the tranquility of the moment by delving into your personal history. “It’s a good place to live a quiet life.”

“That sounds…” he begins, but he trails off. 

His eyes have a faraway expression, and you wonder what horrors he’s seen to make him look so karking tired. He doesn’t continue, and you don’t prod him. Instead, you quietly watch the sun paint the sky in a wash of pastel. As the light fades and the dusk creeps in, you exchange occasional desultory remarks, but mostly you sit in companionable silence, drinking slowly and simply enjoying each other’s nearness.

“It’s a good place for a wedding,” he observes.

“Yes, I always thought if I ever got married, it would be here.” You smile. “I wouldn’t want the big party, though. Just a few people. Sunni and Hexx, a few close friends. A simple ceremony, and then a cozy dinner party under those trees,” you say, gesturing at the nearby copse of acthorn trees.

“You’ve thought it out,” he observes.

You let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle. “Kind of hard not to with everything going on.”

“That’s fair,” he says. “I never thought much about weddings. Didn’t think it would be a possibility.”

“Is this the first you’ve been to?” you ask curiously.

He shakes his head. “The matchmakers have been busy. Half of the commanders have paired up, and the other half are just waiting for their turn.”

“But not you?”

He shrugs. “Can’t say I ever thought much about the war ending, until it did. By then, it seemed a little late to start planning a life I never thought I’d have.”

You frown. “It’s not too late. You’ve earned that life, Mayday.”

“Maybe,” he acknowledges. “But I won’t find it on a speed date.”

He’s waiting for you the next night, too, and the one after. Each evening, you open up more to him, and the two of you spend hours conversing in low voices late into the night.

“How many kinds of flowers do you grow?” he asks as he looks out across the vibrant patchwork of blossoms that stretches to the edge of your farm.

“Hundreds,” you reply. “Not all at once. I stagger the plantings to extend the growing season and keep the income a little more predictable.”

“Which ones are your favorite?”

“Fire lilies,” you reply. “They’re unpopular with buyers, but I still grow a patch of them just for myself.”

“I’ve never seen one,” he says.

“Would you like to?”

“Very much,” he replies.

You stand slowly. You’re accustomed to hard work, but the past few days have been a whole other level of manual labor. A tiny moan of relief escapes you as you stretch your tired muscles. When you turn to Mayday, he is watching you with an indecipherable expression. He’s very good at that, you’ve noticed. Sometimes he is very open and easy to read, and others he is incredibly guarded. He must be an excellent sabbac player, you reflect.

With a small smile at the thought, you lead him through the twilight into the garden. In the fading purple light, the lush perfume of the lilies surrounds you in a sweet, heady cloud.

“May I pick one?” he asks.

“Of course,” you reply. 

Most people don’t bother to ask, and you never realized how much it bothered you until Mayday’s courtesy reminds you that you have a right to say no. He plucks a blossom carefully, reverently, making sure not to damage the rest of the plant. 

“They’re beautiful,” he says quietly. “I can see why they’re your favorite. Why don’t buyers like them?”

“They don’t last long once they’re picked,” you reply. “It makes transporting them tricky.”

“Then I’m sorry I picked this one,” he says.

“Don’t be,” you reply. “There will be more tomorrow.”

The sun has fully set now, and his dark eyes reflect the pale light of the moons. He examines the blossom closely, taking in the graceful curves of the petals, the striations and speckles at the center, the delicate filaments of the stamens. His eyes rise to your face, and his hands follow nearly unconsciously. His knuckles brush subtly against your cheek as he tucks the flower into your hair. Your mouth suddenly feels very dry, and you swallow without meaning to.

“Beautiful,” he repeats.

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Read Chapter 2 here!

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67 if the steddies is still open!!!

HELLO THERE! Hi! Sorry this took a second, but it is here. And it certainly is something. #67 on my Spotify Wrapped is Judas by Lady Gaga The following blurb is rated a Hard M/Soft E. There is religious fuckery, daddy kink, hand kink, and spit. (Isn't there always with me?) Anywhozle, minors DNI. Everyone else, Enjoy.

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Eddie loves Sundays. Sundays are great. He has time to lay down a few new guitar tracks, he gets high at noon, lounges around his house in his boxers. Sundays are great. Lately, Eddie gets something better than all of that though.

He gets Steve Harrington, pent up and in his Sunday best.

Eddie fucking loves Sundays.

He checks his watch, 12:15. Lovely. Steve should be here any--Eddie smiles to himself when he hears the soft knock at his front door. His soft boy.

Eddie waltzes over, pulling the front door open and Steve's eyes--big and wide--meet his own.

"Hi." Steve breathes as his eyes run up and down Eddie's shirtless tattooed chest. Eddie holds back a laugh, but can't stop the smirk when Steve's eyes go wider when he drags his gaze over Eddie's half hard cock in his boxer--He was tracking a bad ass song. So he got a little excited. Kill him. Steve's eyes snap back up to Eddie's.

He has a staring problem, Eddie's boy does. Eddie grabs him by the waist, Steve letting out a soft hum as Eddie pulls him inside. Sweet little thing.

"Hi baby boy." He says before pulling Steve in for a kiss. It's not even anything, a quick thing. Eddie has done much worse to his baby, but Steve whimpers. Melts into it.

So, church was rough today then.

Eddie can work with this.

He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into Steve's soft mouth, past his pink lips. Steve's lets out a noise between a sigh and a moan. Whines when Eddie pulls away, chasing after his lips.

Eddie leans back, grabbing Steve's face. Steve leans into his hand, hums. Eddie runs his finger over his cheekbone, delighting in the red blush running over his pretty face. He cocks his head, "Rough service?"

Steve shakes his head, still leaning into Eddie's touch. "D'wanna talk about it. Just want you." Steve jerks his head out of Eddie's hold and leans forward, trying for a kiss and Eddie clicks his tongue against his teeth, dropping his hold of Steve completely.

Eddie makes his way back to his sofa and Steve just stands by the door, eyes wide, frown wider. "I--Eds please." He breathes.

Eddie throws the strap of his guitar over his back and levels Steve with a sharp look. "Please what baby boy?"

"I--I need--" He stutters and Eddie raises an eyebrow. "I need you, daddy."

Oh. Steve only pulls that out when he's particularly down. Eddie tries his best not to smirk. His pretty baby will get what he needs, always does.

"I know you do, precious. But, I need to get this guitar tracking finished. So why don't you come over here and wait while I do?"

Eddie watches as Steve pouts. Perfect pink lip jutting out. Eddie sighs, "Stevie, you better put that bratty little lip away right now. You wanna be good, don't you?"

Steve straightens up and nods. Lets out a breathy "Yes."

Eddie smiles at that. "There's my good boy. C'mere, kneel in front of me. I want you to watch."

Steve is quick, doesn't even bother to take off his suit jacket as he rushes over. Eddie is quicker, throws a pillow down, before Steve can hurt himself on the damn hardwood.

"Jesus, baby." Eddie breathes. "Be nice to yourself."

Steve just kneels, eyes locked on Eddie's, doesn't speak. Doesn't want to. He is a man of little words on Sunday afternoons. His stupid fucking church ruse takes everything out of him.

Eddie hums, leaning forward to run a hand through Steve's hair, before he settles back into the sofa and hit the record button on his mac. This song is intense. Heavy guitar, he loses himself in it, like he is wont to do. Things couldn't be better for Eddie, he's got a successful music career and a fucking angel at his feet.

It's over before he knows it. He looks to Steve, still dutifully kneeling on his pillow. Eddie expects Steve's eyes to find his, like they always do, but Steve isn't looking for eye contact. He's looking at Eddie's hands. He watches as Steve's eyes track his fingers as he pulls off the guitar, sets it on the couch. Steve's eyes follow. Eddie smirks.

He snaps his fingers and that's what does it. Steve's eyes jerk up.

"Whatcha thinking about baby?" Eddie asks.

Steve just hums. "Your hands--fingers. Want 'em."

Eddie smirks, patting his lap, come here baby boy."

His boy scrambles up, quickly sitting in Eddie's lap, he leans forward for a kiss, which Eddie allows, before he leans back running his thumb across spit slicked lips. Steve's mouth drops open, tongue lolling out and Eddie--well.

Eddie pulls, forcing Steve's mouth to open wider and spits. Steve moans, but doesn't swallow. Knows not to.

"God, you are such a good boy." Eddie growls as he plunges to fingers into Steve's mouth, running them over his tongue, mixing his and Steve's spit. He pushes them back, into Steve's throat, "Swallow baby."

Steve groans as he swallows around the fingers in his mouth. Eddie can feel his cock through his dress pants. Today will be fun.

Eddie pulls his fingers out, watches as Steve's tries to lean forward, pull them back in. He taps at Steve's cheek, rubbing the spit up and down his pretty cheek.

Steve whimpers. "Oh my god."

Eddie laughs, darkly. "Mm no baby, God's not here."

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Jesus is my virtue, and Judas is the demon I cling to.