#i left last night to the apartment after the fight and after school today i went to get my stuff

[kindlyfunkn]

we apologized when i went to get my stuff and im likely gonna stay here tonight bc its snowing and my tires traction isnt good (i had the most terrifying brief driving experience of my life). my mom went to drop off half my stuff in her car and is bringing back essential morning stuff + my charger. i really hope school is cancelled tomorrow lol bc the snow is supposed to continue all night and the morning after and id have to go on the highway. plus if schools cancelled itd be great to actually have wifi to check my email in the morning (tomorrow afternoon is when we're getting it at the new apartment)

[lolokouhm]

| Suguru doesn't eat, but tonight he's hungry | smutty smutty smut | tattooed Geto | depressed Geto | kinda poetic | Geto is young and beautiful and not crazy |

„You haven’t eaten, have you?”

No, Suguru hasn’t eaten.

It’s not like you’re surprised. He’s lost weight - nah, he’s been losing weight steadily for the past few weeks. People say that it’s hard to notice when you see someone regularly, but it’s not hard at all - especially in his case. You’re not sure what’s changed exactly. Suguru still looks relatively healthy, not underweight, but the dark circles under his eyes speak volumes.

You sigh and walk into his apartment. It’s surprisingly neat, to the point it’s a bit scary - so clean it gives an impression as if no living person could function there. And maybe that’s exactly how it is. Maybe that tall, handsome guy in black sweats that greets you is not a person anymore, but a ghost. It’s a question you constantly ask yourself in your head, but never dare to answer. Your heart would break. 

„I wasn’t hungry.” A smile appears on his pale face and you sigh again. 

You’ve been friends with Suguru since high school, but after your last year you went your separate ways, just to meet again years later - just a few months ago. He didn’t change much, at least not visually - except for his arms. He might have gone a little bit crazy on ink there, and that’s exactly what got the two of you talking again. Tattoos. You’ve never expected Suguru Geto, that sophisticated, awfully smart Geto would cover both of his arms in the most insane pieces of art you’ve ever seen. You’ve had your own share of ink under your skin, but your collection was quite messy and not that cohesive. You liked trying new styles, creating your own map of memories from different places and different artists, while his tattoos were definitely an artwork made by one man. You had a million questions, he was happy to answer - that’s how you ended up in his apartment for the first time. Soon you realised you had a million subjects to go through - politics, art, even God. It was easy, talking with him. It was fun.

And then it began - the movie nights, when the two of you were going through different eras of cinema alphabetically, also bringing snacks that would start on the same letter as the movie you were watching. A stupid idea that you shamelessly stole from „The Barbie Diaries” - the first movie you’ve watched together and the first one that left Suguru completely traumatised. 

„Luckily for you, today we’re watching The Notebook, so we’ll be having noodles. What kind of noodles do you want, sir?”, you ask, handing him an invisible microphone.

Suguru chuckles. 

„Spicy.” 

A few clicks later the food is already on its way and the two of you get comfortable on his huge couch. The projector starts warming up and you look around - it’s completely dark inside and if it weren’t for the fact you know Suguru well, you’d think he made the apartament that way so the two of you could watch the movie comfortably. Your gaze goes back to him - his body hunching over the laptop, fighting with Netflix again. 

The projector turns on and the movie starts, as the two of you hide yourselves under the blankets. Unfortunately, you can’t focus. You’re worried.

You’ve had some conversations about his depressive episodes before, so technically you know what he’s going trough, but honestly - you don’t. He doesn’t really talk about it, but if you could get into his head you’d understand how much he values your bare presence next to him. If you could get into his head, you’d know way more, but luckily for Suguru, you can’t. He wouldn’t like that. 

In normal circumstances, at least. Because tonight, he is hungry, he is frustrated, and he needs warmth. 

And you are anything but cold. 

So when he catches your eyes on him, he bets. If you turn away, he’ll let you go. If you give in, he’ll make you stay. 

Three seconds. That’s how much time it takes for Suguru to get closer to you and kiss you. 

It’s short, soft and sensual, but it makes his head go fuzzy, and when he pulls back he just hopes you won’t run away. Don’t run away. Don’t. 

You’re not running.

You’re sitting, legs crossed, just as you were seconds before. Your face is completely red now as Suguru’s eyes scan you carefully, desperate to see the future. Will you go? Will you slap him? 

„Why did you do that?” Your own voice doesn’t even sound like your voice. „The Notebook” in the background is now completely forgotten, the flickering lights on the screen keep on changing and throwing different shades on Suguru’s pale face. You didn’t expect that. Not that you didn’t want to or think about it, it’s just…

„I’m hungry” he whispers, and the way his voice sounds gets shivers sprinting down your spine. „And the food’s not here yet.” 

„Yeah. It’s not.” He still keeps his hands on your cheeks, right thumb gently brushing your skin, touch light as a feather. 

„What are we going to do about it?”, he murmurs, words are barely audible. He’s waiting. There’s another unspoken question hanging between the two of you, and you’re the one who needs to answer.

And that’s exactly what you do. 

Both of your hands are suddenly gripping onto his hoodie as you lean into him, lips crashing yet again, just with much bigger force this time. Suguru’s breath shakes as he finally comprehends that he won the bet and a smile crawls onto his face. You’re kissing him. His ray of sunshine. Well, maybe not his yet, but when he’s done with you, that’s exactly how you will be.

And that’s exactly what he does. 

His lips travel down your jaw, stop for a second under your ear and then go straight to your neck as your hands let go of his hoodie and find their way to his hair, gripping desperately on the black strands loosely caught in a bun. He groans at the feeling as he bites the skin of your exposed collarbone, his fingers playing with the hem of your blouse, eager to feel more and more of you. Suguru looks up and tries his best not to moan at the sight of your face, your lipstick completely devoured. 

„Can I?”, a hoarse whisper leaves his throat, but it’s not even a question. He’s begging you. 

And you let him. 

He takes his own hoodie of as you take off yours - and you can see them again. The artwork on his arms. You lean your body against the pillows on the right side of the couch and Suguru gulps. He’s been imagining that for a while now, but the reality, for the first time in fucking forever, was so, so much better. His lips go back to sucking and licking your skin and by the moment he reaches your breasts you whine. His hot tongue plays with your nipples, making you impossibly wet, and the bare sight of him shirtless in those awfully beautiful sweats is not helping at all. A part of you is relieved - his muscles are still there, tensing a bit with every movement. And when he pulls away for a moment, you notice it.

„You’ve got a new one.” A koi fish, on his ribs, drawn as usual in a traditional style, this time with a bit of colour. Red. Your favourite. Your hand is shaking, but you can’t help yourself. You trace the shape of the tattoo, his hot skin under your fingertips feeling like fire. You are in awe - even more when you look at him again, breathing heavily. A god. He looks like a god. 

And then he proceeds to make you feel like you’re nowhere but in heaven.

He’s not hungry anymore - by the time you’re completely naked he’s starving. His name escapes your lips when his grip on your thighs gets tighter, and then it hits you - his tongue finally making contact with the place you needed him in so desperately. Your hands find his hair again, pulling it relentlessly when he inserts two slender fingers inside of you, at the same time licking your clit. Suguru’s ravenous. You could be his breakfast, his lunch, his dinner, his dessert - everything. He could eat you out all the time, no breaks, no thoughts, no objections. He tries to control his own hips that have been grinding into the couch for a while now, but the feeling of you on his tongue isn’t making it any easier. 

„Suguru…” your voice comes back to you, a familiar feeling slowly building up inside of your stomach. „I’m so close.” 

You really are, and your clouded mind is making the sensation almost unbearable. Suguru groans yet again, happier then ever, and then you hear it.

„Come for me, baby.”

So soft. So simple. Not a demand, by no means. An invitation - to fall apart on his tongue. 

You take it.

His name leaves your lips as your orgasm blinds you, back arching as you pull his hair so hard he groans. Suguru doesn’t stop right away - he makes you ride it out, drinking you like holy water. You shake and quiver and he thinks that maybe that’s exactly what it is. Holy water on his tongue. 

And so you lay, completely fucked out under his perfect body, and when he goes up to look at you he’s almost sure he’s going to come right there, in his pants. You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect.

„Fuck.” It falls from his lips as he’s taking these damn pants off and you gasp. „I just… Fuck.” He runs his hands down his face, your arousal glistening all over him. It’s like he shines. You might be going insane. Fucking Geto Suguru, hovering over you, his cock impossibly hard, looking for words. „Can I…”

Before he finishes, you lean into him and bring him down, pulling his neck closer to you and diving into the kiss. He pants and you get scared - it’s not reality. It can’t be. Suguru leaning into your touch, Suguru groaning into your ear, Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. His name carved all over your body, all over your mind. 

He goes in slowly, trying his best not to come right away, but he’s more than determined to make you cum again, this time on his cock. He starts thrusting, diving as deep as possible and then reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. It feels so good. Too good to be true. He doesn’t fuck you - it’s way more than that. His lips move up and down your neck, leaving desperate kisses between pants and grunts. Suguru is in pain and you’re the cure. Suguru is the moon and you’re the sun. Suguru is the believer.

And you’re the god.

You asked him about it one night. 

„Do you believe in God, Suguru?”

He said he didn’t, but he changed his mind. He does.

His god is right there, under his fingers.

You come again, moaning right into his lips when you kiss, and the way you clench around him sends him to the edge. He hides his head into the crook of your neck and twitches inside of you, warm cum covering your insides as he pants, hips desperately bucking into you. You’re barely conscious, but you wrap your arms around him and hold him as he’s trying to catch his breath. His heartbeat runs through you and it kinda feels like you’re one person. Maybe that’s exactly what you have become. 

One. 

„Are you still hungry?” 

You can feel him laughing into your skin. Suguru moves his head up and readjusts it, so he can see the bite marks on your neck a little better. Like a tattoo. Another one to your collection.

„Starving.”

masterlist ❤️

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA For telling my partner I'd like to bring my ex into our relationship?

I'm copying this over from r/relationship_advice, because the responses are giving me the impression they don't really get what polyamory is & I'm hoping tumblr does. For reference: there's me (29M), my ex (28, Trans Man), and my partner (30M).

My ex and I were best friends in high school, went to the same college, & dated through the tail end of undergrad, for about a year and change. We ended things on very good terms, the only reason we broke up was a difference in life paths: I stayed in the city to get my Master's, he traveled constantly for his work (he's a sculptor who makes these huge custom multimedia pieces, they're genuinely some of the most beautiful things I've seen). We fell out of touch for the most part, but I'd see him popping up on social media occasionally, or he'd text me when he was in town and we'd hang out, along with some other school friends.

The last time I saw him before our present situation was about 3 1/2 years ago today. We went out for drinks, he came back to my place after, and we ended up hooking up. He stayed in town for about a week, and we hooked up a few more times, and then he left again. He sort of dropped off the face of the earth after that, but he'd always been pretty sporadic, especially when he had a big project, so I didn't think much about it.

Not long after that, I met my current partner. He's truly one of my favorite people in the whole world; he's incredibly thoughtful, and earnest, and passionate about his morals & principles (he's an environmental lawyer), and more than anything, he's someone I never feel like I have to pretend with. He asked for my number, we had our first date a few days later, and ended up staying awake the entire night just talking about anything and everything, so we went ahead and got 5am pancakes and called it our second date. We've been together for a little over 3 years now, we've been moved in together for about 2, and while we've had the occasional fight or rough patch I can definitely say I love this man, and I plan to spend the rest of my life with him.

So, the big change.

About a year ago (~2 years since seeing my ex, my partner and I have lived together for about a year at this point), my partner and I are having a night in, and there's a knock at the door. It's my ex, looking absolutely ragged, holding a 15 month old baby. As in, a baby who was conceived 24 months before then. Yep, it's pretty much what you're guessing. I let them both in, we had a sit down in the kitchen, and he told me everything he'd been doing in the past 2 years in between me cussing him out for keeping it all from me in the first place. I really do want to keep this as short as possible, so to give you the super condensed version:

She's my daughter, he's completely sure about that, there's no one else he's been with the math is even close to correct for

The second he found out he was pregnant, he more or less panicked. He's got a whole Thing about feeling like he's irresponsible/not a "real" adult, and this really set him off, so telling me felt like "admitting to fucking both our lives up" at the time. His OB/GYN said some pretty awful shit to him about not being more careful as a trans man too, which just made it all even worse

Because of all that, he'd genuinely planned to just never tell me I have a daughter & raise her completely on his own, but a few things compounded to force his hand:

The birth was really rough on him, and his recovery was slow enough he was having trouble going back to work, to the point where money was getting tight

On top of that, our daughter has celiac disease, and between paying out of pocket for blood tests & spending more on baby food she's safe to eat, things got desperate enough he went and took out a really dodgy loan from a scummy payday company

He was at our door because all of this had finally spiraled to a point where he'd lost his apartment, they'd been sleeping in his car for about a week, and he couldn't think of anything else to do

I think I was probably feeling every human emotion in existence at the same time through all of this, but the thing I remember most from the whole conversation was the way my partner kept drifting right back to the baby, and the soft way he looked at her. We put my ex & daughter up in a hotel room for the night and told him we needed to talk, and we'd discuss our options in the morning, but I think even then I kind of knew what our answer was going to be.

Sure enough, for the last year and a half we've been co-parenting our little girl, all three of us. We didn't want to juggle who's got her, or force my ex to find a place to stay, so we've turned my partner's home office into our daughter's room, and redid most of the downstairs layout so my ex could move into an actual bedroom, rather than just sleep on our pullout couch in perpetuity. We finally succeeded in convincing him that rest and recovery was more important than trying to contribute to the house finances right away, and it's been magical watching all that stress and terror slowly fall off him. It's like he's a little more alive again every time I look.

Which is where my question comes in.

I'd like to restate, I love my partner 100%. None of this changes that whatsoever. If I ask, and he says no, that will be the end of the discussion for me completely. But I have eyes. My ex is, objectively, a very attractive man. I know we work well together, and I have to admit I'm very curious to see where that same chemistry could lead now that he's not on the other side of the country half the time. I've also been noticing these little moments between him and my partner. Nothing I'd consider crossing a line, but I've caught my partner checking my ex out several times, as well as vice versa, and they get along remarkably well. Sometimes I'll go to enter a room, and see them both sitting there laughing and chatting and playing with our baby, and I'll just hang back to watch because it makes me so happy.

Add to all that, we're pretty deeply ingrained in each other's lives now. My partner and I don't often go out on dates alone anymore, but the last few times we did it felt as if my ex was missing from the table. We watched a movie together last night, and my ex sat in the middle of us with his feet in my partner's lap and his head on my chest, and it felt just as natural as my arm on my partner's shoulder. It's not about just having sex with him, and it's not that I'd want to invite any old person into our relationship. I know we already all love each other, and I think there's potential for that to become romantic between the two of us and my ex.

It just feels as though we're all holding our breath, waiting for someone else to say it first. My ex certainly isn't going to bring it up when he's living rent free in "our" home (it's his home too, but he doesn't seem to see it like that yet). My partner grew up sheltered enough that I'm not sure he's ever heard of polyamory at all, so he's not going to bring it up. That just leaves me.

My problem is, if I'm wrong about what I think I'm seeing, or if I bring it up the wrong way, I can't take it back. I don't want my partner to feel insecure or betrayed, I don't want my ex to feel pressured or put on the spot, and I definitely don't want my daughter to lose any of us, which I know could happen if we aren't all on the same page. Or worse, if we do all date and it goes badly.

Should I just keep this whole thing secret? Is that even worse? Would I be the asshole for opening this can of worms on everyone else?

Help!

[nanamistie]

Can you do any of the Haikyuu boys x Fem!reader, where they get into an argument (with an angst ending please🥹🥹🥹) if you can’t that’s perfectly fine <3

Haikyuu boys getting in an argument with Fem!reader, and never solve the problem.

Warnings: angst, no comfort, swearing, harsh words, cheating, heavy breakups.

Oikawa

You were such a perfect couple, at least, that's what you thought. You were so proud of him, always comforted him after losing, he cared for you, he helped you with school. It was kinda weird that he never showed you publicly, or even mentioned that he has a relationship in interviews, but those didn't matter that much to you. You were in love, right? So then, why did you find him like this?

“Oikawa how could you do this to me?” you asked him desperately trying to hear that it was just a dream. “I’m sorry, I got bored of this relationship’’ he simply replied. Your eyes widened. “Y-You got b-bored?? Oikawa Tooru, how could you? I was there to wipe your tears when you lost, and I still didn't get bored -you paused- i hoped and prayed that one day you’ll win and be happy, and I would’ve wiped those tears again because they would’ve been of joy. And you got b-bored?” you looked at him with tears running down your cheeks. “I don't need to explain myself, it’s not my fault you were dumb and got attached” and with that he simply left you there, crying all by yourself.

Atsumu

He was so full of himself tonight. His team won an official match against Karasuno, but that doesn’t give him an excuse to treat you like this.

“How about we celebrate by eating out?” you asked while he sat on your shared bed. “Nah, I'll go talk to the boys and maybe play a game or two” he said standing up from the bed. “Why don’t you celebrate with me and you celebrate with them? I was there for you in stands of all your matches”

“Y/n, they are my teammates, they are more important than you are. Plus, you are a woman, why don’t you go back in the kitchen and make me something to eat.” your face got all red and flushed, you grabbed your purse and hit him in the head with full force. “Fuck you!” you grabbed your keys and left the apartment.

You slept at your friend's house, actually, you barely slept. You waited for him to call you all night, but he never did.

Kuroo

The last few days had been very tense. You and your boyfriend Kuroo were having a lot of small arguments,about the fact that he got late home almost everyday, he wasn’t giving you enough attention, you couldn’t come to his matches, things like this. But none of the small fights ended like this one in this morning:

“All I’m saying is that you could come home earlier from practice, or at least bother to text me that you’re gonna be late, it’s like you don’t even care that I'm here waiting for you day and night!” you yell at him. “Whatever Y/n, I’m late to practice” you both knew this was a lie. But you heard him mutter under his breath “I wanted a break anyway.”

And with that, he left. He left with no goodbye, no explanation, no excuses. You felt your whole world collapsing on you. You sat with your knees to your chest, crying, hoping he will come back and tell you that he didn’t mean what he just said.

Bokuto

Today he lost another game. And he felt like it was all his fault. So why won't he blame somebody else and maybe let his anger out on that person too?

“Baby, Kou, it’s fine, it’s just a game” you get interrupted by him. “No, it’s not just a game, Y/n, it’s volleyball, everything is important about it! WELL, I MEAN HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A HOBBY, YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING! ALL YOU DO IS BOTHER ME AND KEEP DISTRACTING ME FROM THE ONLY THING THAT I REALLY LOVE!!” you pause your breathing. You felt so guilty, you look down, you don’t even dare maintaining eye contact with your “boyfriend”. Tears pick at your eyes, and you cross your arms.

“Yeah, sure, cry, that’s all you can do, since you know what I just said is true.” You felt those words cut so deep, your heart broke in a million pieces.

Osamu

You never really learned how to cook, but seeing your boyfriend cook everyday made you learn a few things, so you thought you could make something special for him tonight. I mean, what could go wrong? Everything.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU WASTED SO MUCH INGREDIENTS, AND YOU STILL FUCKING BURNED IT, HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!” he yelled at you, showing you the mess you made in his kitchen. “I'm really sorry, I just wanted to make something good for you once…”

“Well, apparently you can’t, so why don't you just leave?” You looked up at him, but his gaze scared you- there was no more love in his eyes, not even a little bit. What was wrong with you, were you that hard to love?

Iwaizumi

“I love listening to you” you confess to him. “You do?” you look at him, reassuring him “Yes baby, of course i do! Even when you talk about how much you hate Oikawa, you know, i had a friend that i hated her the exact same way but-”

“Well if you like listening to me, then why do you make it about yourself?” you froze. Did you just do that? “I-” you looked into his eyes searching for his love and reassuring but where were those? “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to, you know that, right? I’m really sorry, Haji, look at me” you tried grabbing his face but he pushed your hands away. “Just leave me alone already, with your excuses and everything. I’m getting tired of this. We’re done.”

You hated yourself. That small mistake you didn’t even know you made, cost you everything.

...

Hey!! Of course I can write this! Sorry it took a long time, someone caught a cold and couldn't do it on time. Hope you liked it!

💕💕💕

[onskepa]

Left behind: Prologue

Here is the first of many chapters for the long awaited series! Enjoy!

Left behind series

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Jake’s pov

Earth has always been our home. Us, humans. And like parasites, we leeched off of our provider. Always wanting more and never getting our fill. And now, what made us humans, is dying. There is little to no chance of saving it. 

As earth dies, so does the human spirit. Over mass population, consumption, greed. It is clearly taking a toll on all of us. Whenever something pure, something untouched is found, the greed of humanity taints it. Corrupt it. 

As is the youth of our children. 

With what hopes and dreams the kids have are instantly killed. The adults are blunt and cut throat in telling kids today there is no hope for earth. Being molded to think one way, molded to be fitted in a box and not have any form of creativity. To think of a certain way. 

And it is disgusting. 

Third  POV 

After a nasty fight at the bar, Jake went home. He got the money, less than last week but it's enough for the both of them. 

Yes, both. 

After being discharged from the marines after his life changing incident, Jake sully didn't have a clear vision of what to do. Learning that his new life will contain him in a wheelchair, Jake's mind darkened and stayed like that for a while. Dull and colorless were his day. 

Would go to bars and make a fool of himself if it meant getting some attention and money for more booze. Made many mistakes in his dark days. Mistakes that aren't so easy to take back. Many regrets and doubts. But there was one thing that Jake would never see as an accident or a mistake, was his only reason to live. 

His daughter. 

A little angel sent from above to take him out of his dark days. 

Jake could barely remember the women he spent the night that conceived his child. Some faceless lady that gifted him his child. Really the only good thing left in his life. And because of his little star, did Jake push on. Still not making good choices, but hard ones to make it by.

Jake’s pov

The door opened and I pushed myself inside. Home sweet home. A small apartment, not the best, but its plenty. 

“Daddy daddy daddy!!” I can hear my little girl call out to me. 

Turning, I caught her just in time. Quickly climbing on my lap, her little arms hugging me. “I missed you daddy!” she tells me. I couldn't help but smile widely. My little angel, my little star, a gift from above. 

“Oooh I missed you too, have you been good for Misses Morve?” I asked her, moving her little messy hair away to look at her beautiful blue eyes. She nodded fast. And on cue, the kind lady we have as our neighbor came to us. 

A nice little old lady across from our door. 

“She has been so good, I am surprised she hasn't caused any trouble, '' Misses Morve tells me. “Thank you, you don't have to watch over her tomorrow. I'm staying in” I was informed. Saying our farewells, she left our place. 

My little girl turned back to me, “daddy! I saw on the hologram that the tigers came back from the dead! I saw them and they looked so cuuuuuuute!!” 

Animals has always been her favorite thing to learn about. I buy second hand books for her. School has become too expensive for an average family. So I try my best to teach her what I know. 

“Really? Maybe one day we can go see them together” I tell her. Her eyes sparkle in excitement, cheering and clapping. Letting her chat away of what we can do should one day we go to the zoo. 

I know it might not happen, but nothing wrong with giving a little hope right? 

Third pov 

As the father-daughter duo chatted, a sudden knock was hard on the door. Both stood silent, misses Morve just left, Jake wasn't expecting anyone else. 

Jake gave his daughter a look and quickly she left to go hide in a cabinet. Jake grabs a gun hidden from a shelf and preps it. As he got closer, another knock was heard. “Who is it?” he asks loudly. 

“Is this Jake sully’s residence?” A voice was heard. 

“Who are you?” Jake asks. 

“We are from the RDA. We came to look for Jake sully. It is urgent we speak to him”. 

Aaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Hope you all like it cause there will be more chapters in the future! Until next time! see ya!

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 8

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Nearly two weeks with no time alone with Jake makes you both a little reckless.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, teasing, femdom, orgasm denial, edging, mentions of masturbation.

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Jake leaves shortly after he regains feeling in his limbs and you have to fight the urge to invite him back upstairs when he leaves you on the doorstep with the sweetest kiss.

Between baseball tournaments, a few night hops, finishing up the school year, and a medical emergency at the end of your work day, you don’t get any time alone with Jake in nearly 2 weeks.

Tentative plans are made via text to spend time together while Drew’s at camp and with only a few days left before he leaves, your thoughts keep drifting to Jake and all the fun the two of you are going to get up to.

So it’s hard not to be disappointed when you check your phone shortly before lunch.

Jake: We got ordered for carrier training this morning and have to report back at base by 1400 to ship out by 1500. I just got home to pack now so I’ll miss lunch but I’ll stop in to see you before I leave.

Reese: Okay, I don’t have any scheduled until 1400 today so I should be in my office.

Jake: See you soon.

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“Hey,” Jake knocks before entering your office.

A glance at the clock shows you’ve only got a few minutes before he has to head across base.

“Hi,” you peek your head into the deserted hallway before pushing the door closed. “Did they say how long you’ll be gone?”

“Should be back on Saturday sometime,” he replies, pulling you towards him the stethoscope hanging around your neck.

“Good,” you sigh in relief; he’s coming back the day Drew leaves so you’ll have most of the weekend together as planned.

“I can’t wait to spend some time with you. Just you,” he says. His expression tells you more than he is.

“I can’t either,” you murmur as you lean in to give him a quick kiss, but his hands tighten on your stethoscope, keeping you there to capture your lips again.

You’re not complaining though. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him.

He’s already hard; straining against the front of his khakis and you swallow his surprised grunt when you palm him. His hands drop your stethoscope, one weaves into your hair while the other slides over your ass.

“Are you wearing underwear?” He pulls back, voice husky.

“I was,” you smile as you reach into your pocket to pull out the pair you slipped off a few minutes prior to show him, “earlier. Thought I’d send them with you though.”

He groans, cock twitching as he watches you stuff the silky red garment into his front pocket.

Good thing you had put a cute pair on this morning.

“You can touch yourself all you want while you’re gone,” you murmur, leaning forward to brush your lips across his neck, “but no cumming.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, guiding your lips back to his. But you stop him when he’s just a hair’s breadth away.

“What do you say?” You whisper, reveling in the shudder he tries to suppress.

“Yes ma’am,” he rasps.

“Good boy,” you praise, rewarding him with a kiss and more friction from your hand.

“Hey Kernsie, I’m heading-I fucking knew it!” Bradley’s voice is like being doused by a bucket of cold water and you spring apart.

“Jesus Roo!” You gasp, adrenaline coursing through you at being caught but relieved that it was by Bradley. “Ever heard of-“

“Don’t even say it,” Bradley says as he holds up his hand, knowing what’s on the tip of your tongue. “I didn’t think I’d need to knock when you’re at work,” he grimaces as he remembers the last time he didn’t knock and walked in on you and Andy in a much more compromised position. “You’re lucky I was the one who walked in.”

Jake turned away, not wanting Bradley to see the situation in the front of his pants, but nods as you do, realizing how stupid you two had just been.

“You’re right,” you sigh. “Won’t happen again. What’s up?”

“Well I assume you already know I’m heading out for a few days,” he smirks between you and Jake. “I’ll text Drew before we turn in our phones but give him a hug and tell him Uncle Roo says to have fun at camp.”

“I will,” you nod.

“How long have you guys been together? Does Drew know?” Bradley asks, folding his arms like he’s a dad about to give a lecture.

“We’re just friends,” Jake says, turning around with his hands over his groin.

You nod when Bradley looks to you for confirmation, refusing to let your face show how much it hurts to hear Jake say it.

It’s what you wanted.

Right?

“Friends that fuck,” Bradley says, again looking between you two.

“Yup,” you reply, not giving him anything else.

“Okay,” he shrugs and straightens up. “I’ll kick both your asses if you hurt each other.”

“Like you could,” you laugh, the tension breaking. “Remember the last time we got into a scuffle?”

“Never tickle her feet,” he tells Jake seriously. “Ever.”

Jake laughs. “Noted.”

“We better get going though,” Bradley says, checking his watch. “See ya, Kernsie.”

“Bye, be safe,” you tell him and turn to Jake when he walks out, leaving the door open behind him. “You be safe too.”

“I will,” he says, brushing his hand over yours.

“Don’t forget get what I said earlier,” you murmur.

Heat flashes in his eyes. “I won’t.”

“Good. See you Saturday,” you press a kiss to his cheek and check out his butt as he catches up to Bradley.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Just friends, eh?” Bradley asks when Jake falls in stride.

“Her choice, not mine,” Jake sighs.

“No way,” Bradley replies sarcastically with an eye roll. “Let me guess. She’s not looking for a relationship? Doesn’t have time?”

Jake nods.

“Typical Reese,” it’s Bradley’s turn to sigh. “She likes you though. More than just a friend.”

“What makes you think that?” Jake asks.

“I’ve known Reese for years; seen her at her highest highs and lowest lows. This has been going on for a while; like around the time she got back from her deployment?” Bradley asks, knowing the answer before Jake nods. “She’s been different; teasing me again, laughing more, getting lost in her thoughts less. I’ve even seen glimpses of the light in her eyes that went out when Andy died.”

Jake just nods again, not wanting Bradley to hear he’s getting choked up.

“I wondered if something was going on by the way you two were talking at Penny’s, and then she lit up when she saw you at Drew’s baseball game. Walking in on you two today confirmed it,” Bradley laughs. “Just be patient with her. She hasn’t dated since Andy and it scares her; she’s so protective over Drew and she doesn’t want to lose the relationship she has with Andy’s parents, even though they’ve both encouraged her to date again.”

“I will,” Jake says, clearing his throat. “I’m crazy about her; Drew too.”

“I can tell and you’d be good to them. Just be a little more careful at work from now on,” Bradley laughs at the way Jake flushes as they enter the briefing room.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Later that afternoon, your phone buzzes with a text. But instead of Jake as you expected, it’s from Bradley.

Rooster: When are you going to put him out of his misery?

Reese: ?

Rooster: Jake. You like him.

Reese: Why wouldn’t I like him? He’s hot and good in bed.

Rooster: Have you forgotten how long I’ve known you? That I was there when you fell in love with Andy? You like him. More than just a friend.

Your heart pounds as you read his texts.

Reese: Is it that obvious?

Rooster: To me it is. Jake didn’t seem so sure when I told him.

Reese: You didn’t.

Rooster: Are we in middle school again? Too embarrassed to tell your crush you like him?

Reese: Oh fuck you 🖕🏻this is different and you know it.

Rooster: It is different. I know you’re scared and I get why. But you’re the only one standing in the way, Kernsie. Tina and Ron have given their blessing and Jake’s not going to interfere with that relationship. Drew adores him.

Reese: But what if it doesn’t work? What if he leaves? Then I’ve got to deal with my own broken heart and Drew’s.

Rooster: And what if it does work? Are you really going to deprive yourself and Drew of much-deserved happiness? Just because you’re scared?

Rooster: Quit being a pussy.

You laugh through the tears that have begun to fall.

Reese: Do you think Andy would approve?

Rooster: I know he would. He just wanted you to be happy and this is the happiest I’ve seen you since he’s been gone.

Reese: Okay.

Rooster: So?

Reese: I’ll think about it.

Your mind is already made up, but Rooster doesn’t need to know that.

Rooster: 🙄 You’re killing me.

Reese: I know ☺️

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Jake reaches out right as you’re getting into bed.

Jake: Hey, still awake?

Reese: Yes, getting into bed.

Jake: Wish I was there.

Reese: I wish you were too. There is so much I want to do with you.

Jake: Fuck. I’m hard. Again. I have been most of the day.

Jake: Wish I could call but I’m bunking with Javy. I took a video earlier though, and wanted to show you how good it can be.

Reese: Can I see?

The video comes through moments later and what you see has arousal quickly pooling between your thighs.

Jake’s standing shirtless in front of the mirror in the small bathroom, boxers pushed down his thighs. Your silky underwear is in his hand; the hand he’s using to jerk himself. He’s flushed from his chest up, his eyes closed and expression a mix of pleasure and pain. It’s quiet but you can hear the desperate ‘uhs’ leaving him with each stroke.

His pace quickens and his abs begin to tense as he grows close. But suddenly he stops, brow furrowed as he grips the base of his cock tightly before he passes the point of no return with a strangled groan.

You reach into your bedside drawer as you type your reply.

Reese: Wow.

Reese: That was so fucking hot.

Reese: I’m pulling my vibrator out right now.

Jake: Oh God.

Jake: They just called lights out.

Jake: Fuck, I gotta go.

Reese: It’s okay. I’ll be thinking of you.

Jake: I’ll be thinking about you too. Night.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You fall asleep with a smile 45 minutes later, after sending him a video of your own.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

The next 3 days crawl with no word from Jake.

Knowing that it’s training keeps you from worrying, but it doesn’t make the time go any faster. But good news comes via text Friday night as you help Drew finish packing

Jake: We’ll be stateside in a little over an hour.

Jake: Holy shit, your video just came through.

Jake: Reese. Oh my God.

Reese: 😘

Reese: Come over?

Jake: I’ll be there as soon as I can.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

A/N: I freaking hate this chapter. I feel like it didn’t flow, and I’m not a fan of the ending but I couldn’t find a good stopping point. Hopefully you like it better than I do.

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Toji Fushiguro

MDNI ✨

Heads up!: angst, smut in missionary, reader is like a mom to Megumi, Toji cries. I felt some type of way after seeing his last moments with Megumi so I had to write it down :(

Knowing Toji Fushiguro was draining. If it wasn’t him ghosting you on dates or using you as a late night booty call it was him leaving you to babysit Megumi, which you had no problem with. You loved Megumi. Sure he wasn’t your child, but he was the closest thing you’d ever have to a son. His mom passed not that long ago, poor kid and poor Toji. You were and always have been supporting of the two of them. You met him while serving for the Zenin clan,he was somewhat nice to you, you used to take Megumi to the maid’s room and set up care for him, then you picked up and left. Toji ended up finding you out of desperation. He showed up at your door, Megumi in one arm, diaper bag and his favorite stuffed wolf in the other.

After that he would come see you regularly with or without the little Fushiguro. Recently it’s been a lot though. You couldn’t figure Toji out lately and it felt like he didn’t want you to understand him either. He was busy and it gave you the time to get to know Megumi a lot more. You sat down on the carpet doing a puzzle with little Megumi, your phone buzzing several times.

Fushiguro: Hey

Fushiguro: Thank you for taking care of the little one. Wanna meet for lunch?

Y/n: I’ll go, but if you don’t show, Megumi and I will max out your tab on chicken nuggets and kimchi stew.

Fushiguro: Yeah, I’m good for it. It’s a date. I owe you. Plus need to talk to you bout something. See you in 20.

You got Megumi ready and drove to meet Toji at your normal spot. He loved to bet on the boats, you and Megumi cheered on every boat in the water while Toji chuckled to himself. He never got lucky often, but having two great women in his life and his son was more than he could have asked for.

As you walked in you spotted Toji who was already sat in a booth. He waved you both over. You walked towards him but you couldn’t place your finger on it.. something was different about him today.

“Hey.” He smirked, separating his chopsticks.

“Hey stranger.” You sat and got comfortable.

“How have you been?” He asked. He looked all over your face, admiring your features.

“Good, y’know how Megumi and I spend our time. He’s grown so fast. He turns eight next week.” You chuckled at him. Megumi smiled at you as you played with his hair.

“Hey son, why don’t you go to the claw machine, win miss y/n something cute.” Toji gave Megumi ten dollars in quarters and before running off to the machine, he thanked Toji. “Love you miss y/n.”

You both smiled at eachother.

“I love you too honey, make sure you try to get something cool, yeah?” You pinched his cheek.

Megumi ran off and played while Toji took on a more serious demeanor while you two started to eat.

“I’m gonna set you, Megumi and I up for life.” He smirked at you.

“Toji, you didn’t..” you gave him a look of discontent.

“I had to.. i wont tell you anything else but in the rare case that I lose this fight, you and Megumi will be set for life. The money is set to go to a mailbox in a school in Tokyo. I want Megumi to go to high school there. You take him and just keep bein’ his mom. I don’t want to be all sappy out here but you deserve to know at least that. But when I come home I’ll buy us a house instead of living in that box.” He smiled at you.

“It’s called an apartment. It’s a mini house Toji and I can afford it..” You smiled and sighed. Too many emotions were coursing through your brain and you were starting to dissociate. Toji took note of that and got up from his seat across from you to sit next to you. Your head instantly went to rest on his shoulder and he caressed your cheek. Toji Fushiguro was not usually as mean or self centered as people thought he was. When he really cared for his people he would show them that. Everyone else is either in the way or not helping.

“He loves you, y’know. Megumi doesn’t like shit, hell he barely even likes me from time to time. But I see it. You love him like his mom would have.. damn it.” He sighed. You felt something wet hit the top of your head. Toji Fushiguro was crying.

“Can I get you guys anything? Any refills?” The waitress asked.

Toji slammed his fist on the table, wiping his eyes. The waitress flinched. You quickly gave her an apologetic look.

“I’ll take some chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese to go for our little one.” You responded nicely to her. She walked away.

“I’m sorry Toji, this must be very hard on you. You know I’ll take care of Megumi the best I can til you get back and can take care of the both of you.” You smiled. God you were making this too hard for him.

“Both of you. All three of us. I love you and even though I’ve been slacking on showing you, you’re the only one I want y/n. No one else cares for Megumi the way you do. I’ve been taking advantage of that. I only come around when I want to show you I care but I’m shitty at that too. You’re not just some booty call or the woman who babysits my son. You’re the woman that I love who also happens to love my son and I right back. I haven’t had that since my wife died.” He sighed. More of his hot tears rolled down his face. He wiped them.

“I love you too. You and Megumi are my boys. I’m glad you finally told me. Now I understand why you’re always staring at me.” You both chuckled as Megumi came back with a few things from the claw machine.

“Wowww! Megumi look at all this stuff! What did you get?” You wiped your own tears and Megumi sat in front of you both as he showed off his collection of machine toys.

“I got these three for me, these are for you miss y/n and I got this one for dad.” He smiled.

“Thanks kid, how about we go watch the boats after we finish up here?” He smiled at you both.

Megumi cheered in approval and you guys wrapped up your food.

After walking alongside the lake where the boats were racing you and Toji held hands as Megumi was on his shoulders. The summer day was nearing its end as a warm sunset painted your face golden. It was time to head home.

“And the little ducky swam home, the end” you finished reading to Megumi who was fast asleep.

After you shut the door to the room you labeled as his, you met up with Toji in your own bedroom. He was standing, body towering over you as his muscles relaxed. He reached up to touch you, eyes hungry and seeking your approval. His breath hitched as his hands traveled your clothed body. Your eyelids seemed heavy—drunk with arousal at his seduction. When you and Toji had sex it never started out this serious. Toji was always full of jokes and profanities. Maybe it’s because the last time you saw him was three months ago, now he’s thirsty for your affection and sex because this might be the last time you two see eachother.

Toji lifted you up and your short body slammed against the wall. He dug right in, tasting the skin on your neck and savoring every lick and kiss as you reached out to hold him and feel his own body. His hands traveled up your shirt and wasted no time grabbing one of your breasts as he positioned your legs around his waist. “Toji- be gentle.” You moaned. It fell upon deaf ears, he was already focused, ripping your shirt off in the process. He pulled your bra down, sucking on your soft nipples and turning them hard and wet. He fought your mouth with dominant kisses trying so hard to show you he was desperate for you. Desperate to take this job and come out alive for you. Toji threw you on the bed, taking his clothes off and laying down. His back rested on the headboard.

“Show me how much you’re gonna miss me.” He smirked.

You crawled up to his naked body, peppering kisses from his mouth down to his cock. You moaned after every kiss, his length twitching and dripping Precum at every sultry moan you let out for him. You took his tip in your hand and licked from the base to his tip, then covering him in saliva as you started your slow paced sucking. You sucked and jerked, making Toji a mess. He was groaning and reaching out to touch your head. Eventually he succeeded, grabbing your head and making you look up at him, his cock still shoved into your perfect lips. “You can take it right mama?” He asked with a sly smirk. You nodded quickly before relaxing your throat for him. Toji fucked your throat passionately (if that was even a thing..) it wasn’t too slow and it wasn’t too fast. Toji was usually the first to cum and would help you afterwards but he wanted to savor this moment. His cock twitched and he lifted you up by your hair.

“C’mere.” He said pulling you into a kiss. You were now straddling him, wet pussy threatening to bounce on his dripping cock. His tip was red and angry, pulsating at the view. He groaned and continued to kiss you until he set his hands on your waist. He looked up and you made a small noise, you were desperate for him to be inside you. “Toj- I want it so bad please. I’d do anything for you.” You moaned. Toji flipped you over aggressively. Your chest hit the bed, arms reaching out to grab a pillow while your ass was in the air. Toji lined himself up with your dripping hole, grabbing either side of your hips with both of his hands. He slowly pushed into you, his breath hitching and teeth gritting at just the swollen tip making its entrance into your heavenly pussy. You moaned loudly into the sheets as he stretched you out. He pulled a pillow towards you.

“Bite into it, don’t wanna wake up Megumi.” He panted.

You nodded and put your face into the pillow. Toji grabbed both of your arms and held them behind your back and he kissed down your back. “Just breathe.” He sighed pushing deeper within your gummy walls. The way you sucked him in was god like- Toji couldn’t contain himself. He sighed in defeat and started roughly fucking you from behind. You didn’t have time to catch your breath, Toji’s skillful assault on your pussy was knocking the wind out of you since you had gotten no warning. You were already getting close, hearing him groan in satisfaction with every ball slapping thrust. Your eyes spilled tears as Toji continued to stretch you and pound you. “Close-god I’m so close. Gonna give you another baby.” He grunted with his eyes suddenly starting to close. “Mph-uh- Toji please, I want to carry another child for you.” You whimpered. That was all he needed as his thrusts became sloppier, the coil building up in the pit of your stomach like fireworks. You released all over his cock, whimpering as he continued to pound into you. “Here-m’right here.” He groaned. He couldn’t take it anymore, cock spraying your insides down with his own white cum. He lied down beside you as cum threatened to drop out of your abused hole. You lied down, body defeated with toji’s love. Completely satisfied.

He turned to you and placed your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“If I die, don’t tell Megumi how shitty I was. I want him to be able to forget about me… reach his full potential.” He sighed closing his eyes.

“He doesn’t think you’re shitty, but I’ll make sure to train him everyday. I won’t let the Zenin get him.”

[pablitogavii]

hiii <333 hope you’re doing great today !! Can you do a jealous gavi story. i looooveee the way you write those. where the reader has this male friend who’s doesn’t like gavi:)))

Jealous boy

You were working on your final project for a world history class with one of your best friends from uni. Jake was in the same class as you and ever since you were paired up in the beginning you remained really good friends.

Everything would have been fine if your boyfriend Pablo wasn't giving him the hard time whenever he would see him. Pablo was usually a very humble boy, being polite and good with everyone but around Jake he turns into a real asshole sometimes.

"Amor! I'm back preciosa! Do you want to go out and.." Pablo rushed in pausing when he saw you and Jake on the floor working on the poster diligently.

"You again!?" Pablo said and you rolled your eyes knowing it will be uncomfortable once again. Couldn't he just be nice to your friend for once!?

"Yeah, me again!" Jake answered just as angrily and you got up pulling Pablo to the bedroom with an excuse of having to 'talk to him about something'.

"Alright, amor..the first few nights I though whatever he's nice and you study together..when it turned into weeks he was starting to piss me of..but now I wonder whose girl are you even!?" Pablo was angry clenching his jawline and you couldn't believe he was freaking out over such stupid thing. Didn't he know you were head over heels in love with him!?

"I'm your girl..please stop making a scene Pablo! Jake is just my friend and we are partners for this project..working with him determined my grade!" you say raising your hands up in surrender and he groans rolling his eyes in process.

"Working with him determines your relationship too!" Pablo said and you shook your head in disbelief that he was really this angry over a guy you could care less about.

"Don't tell me you're jealous of Jake!? He is not even my type..besides I am all yours Pablito and you know that!" you say about to reach out to him but he pulls away still agitated which was starting to turn you on..jealous Pablo was a whole level of hot.

"You're spending sixteen hours together! First at school and then your little study dates in out apartment! And with me you barely spend a few hours in the morning and at night in bed!" Pablo was clearly not letting this go and it was driving you insane now too.

"Dates!? We are finishing a final project together Pablo! And after that we won't even have that class together! I am not the only busy one too. Your trainings last all day" you say and he was done with this conversation grabbing his jacket despite you protesting and asking him to stay.

"Call me when he leaves!" he said slamming the door and you sigh wishing he would just act reasonable and not like a jealous boy right now. You went back to finish the project and give Pablo some space to cool down.

Jake left when you were done and you tried calling Pablo but he wouldn't pick up. You were starting to get very worried when it was time for bed and he was still not home.

"Amor, please come home ❤️" you texted him while laying in bed feeling awful about the whole fight and really missing him holding you like always..it felt so empty without him.

After another twenty minutes, the front door opened and you jumped up sitting in bed and waiting for Pablo to come into the bedroom. When he did, you smile but he didn't return it making you know he is still mad..at least he was home.

He changed and laid besides you going on his phone which you hated but decided not to disturb him just staring at his handsome face longingly..you wanted cuddles..and kisses..all from him.

You couldn't handle the silence any more getting up and grabbing your blanket which caught his attention.

"Where are you going amor?" he said and you were glad he was still using the same nickname at lease. You turned around with sad eyes.

"I can't sleep like this..having you angry at me..and so close. I will go to the guest room" you say about to get up but he reached his hand and grabbed yours making you sit down.

"Bueno. Let's talk about it ?" he said and you smiled weakly nodding and turning around to face him.

"You were right..I was jealous of Jake but not because I don't trust you..just because I am selfish like that, I don't like sharing someone I love with anyone" Pablo said and you listened carefully understanding him completely. You would acted the same if he had another girl in his life..hell sometimes it happens when he gives Aurora so much attention. Guess, you were both very jealous people.

"You're not sharing me Pablito..if you stayed I would have sat on your lap while finishing that project..you would be always the focus of my attention because tu eres mi amor" you say moving closer carefully and he smiled finally opening his arms and asking you to come closer.

"Cercate preciosa" he said and that was it as you were already in his arms cuddling into his warm chest enjoying the familiar feeling of him besides you.

"Don't ever think about leaving this bed again nena! I'm not joking!" he said and you smiled looking up at his darkened eyes and smirking facial expressions.

"Hm..maybe you need to pin me to it then Pablito?" you smirk too and he nods kissing your lips while getting on top of you..well you know where this goes ;))

[noteriii]

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as summer began to die down, a cool autumn breeze wafted through your open apartment window. you were restless these days, working hours upon hours by taking extra unwanted summer shifts that teenagers started to drop the closer it came to the school year. you worked at a small cafe in the city and, though you loved your job, there was nothing you craved more than to spend time with your boyfriend. unfortunately, as all odds seemed to be against you currently, your work shifts had overlapped and you had felt as if you never saw him anymore despite living under the same roof and sharing a bed at night. the lack of his presence left you feeling drained and lonely even if he was just in the other room.

today was a strange day, as you were not needed at work. this meant you could do nothing but stay home and be with your lover all day, right? wrong. your beloved purple haired partner had unintentionally scheduled a gaming marathon stream for the whole day you were free. it was no one’s fault, really, for the overlapped schedules and you were both adults who could figure things out along the way.

thats what led you to this situation. on a small, yet very comfy snorlax shaped bean bag chair with a thin blanket draped over your figure as your boyfriend continues his stream right in front of you. you were still in the same room, yes. occasionally the two of you would converse or the chat would ask about you as well, but you didn’t mind too much. you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend by your side. as he gamed, you idly scroll through your phone, sending a few videos to his phone for him to watch later. this was enough, you thought. you were content with simply being at his side, warm and cozy doing your own thing.. yet your body craved his. not in a sexual way, not then at least. you craved his touch and the way his warm skin felt against yours. you missed the cuddles and the ghost kisses that would be littered all over your face. you missed your lover, who was mere inches away from you.

as shouto took a break from the stream, he glances down to you curled up in the bean bag chair. a small smile crawls onto his features as he sees you had fallen asleep while on your phone which was still displaying whatever you had last seen. excusing himself from the stream for a moment, he takes off his headset and approaches you, gently taking your phone to turn it off. before he could do so, he notices what you had been looking at last. it was the photo album you had been keeping of you two since you had started dating all those years ago. it warmed his heart, seeing how cute you looked asleep in the chair. although you looked comfy now, he knew how you’d be complaining about the back pain of the uncomfortable position you were in hours after your nap. so, shouto gently picks you up and carries you to bed. once in his arms, your sleeping figure practically melts into him, melding together like two marshmallows in a pit. he sets you down in bed, carefully tucking you in before making his way back to his gaming room until you stop him. “wait..” you say in a half asleep daze “come cuddle me..” you call out to your boyfriend who looks at you tenderly. “i’ve got a stream going on, baby.. you know this” he replies, his heart fighting between crawling into bed with you or going back to work.

in the end, he lost the battle of logic and ended up telling his audience that something had come up. you, however, had won your boyfriend’s attention for the rest of the day successfully.

—

super short, slightly sweet.

[pillow-anime-talk]

Prompt 12. "But we are not married." "Then marry me." With long hair Nate River, I know it’s sfw but could it be more suggestive. Along with feminine pronouns, also congrats ! You deserve it

# tags: scenario; current (long distance) relationship; college!au; kira case; longing kiss; touching; being alone and sad; sfw/suggestive

includes: female reader ft. nate river {death note}

author’s note: thank you!! hope u like it ♡

12. “But we are not married.” “Then marry me.”

Last year was so hard for you; not just for your health, but also for your relationship with Nate, who handled Kira’s case and was alone after the death of his mentor and also friends.

The passing days and nights in the cozy apartment were only torment for you and the desire to return to your partner; however, you knew that at that moment you couldn’t go back to your beloved who was trying to find the best way to defeat Light and other enemies.

You did not communicate by phone, e-mail or even by letter. The last year was one deaf silence that resulted in sleepless nights and sad looks at joyful couples who held hands with a smile. Nevertheless, you did not give up, bravely finishing high school and going to college.

You watched television with noticeable interest and read many information on websites, because only there you could read a bit more about the famous scandal related to the heart attacks of prisoners and criminals, as well as the great fight of the two sides of the conflict. You knew why Nate left you for those twelve months, and you appreciated that he put you above himself; forbade you from contacting him, forbade you to search for his name and ask about him... And all this to protect you and your life, as well as your loved ones (family, friends, pets, co-workers, etc.). So you promised him that you would wait for eternity, and if anything happened to him, you knew you’d get a message from last living member of the ‘Special Provision for Kira’.

Fortunately, in all these weeks you have not received even the smallest confirmation that something bad happened to your lover. On the contrary – the long-awaited day finally arrived and one night you heard a loud knock on the door. For a moment, you suspected it was one of your friends from college, but seeing a very familiar, though much more masculine face, you almost fainted, instantly got so emotional; your cheeks got wet and your nose slightly red.

You could barely pronounce your boyfriend’s name as he stood in the doorway with a tiny smile and tired eyes. Two days ago he defeated Light, and today he was already in your apartment, which he bought especially for you. Even though he didn’t look like it, he was happy like never before.

“... Nate.” You whispered, touching his pale face shyly. You didn’t see any scars, bruises or other suspicious wounds. His face was as smooth as you remembered it, and you almost groaned at the sight of his smirk and warm eyes. “It’s you.” you added. “You are here, Nate.”

“I’m home.” He answered quite audibly, and you hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent and enjoying the pleasant warmth of his whole body. Skinny arms wrapped around your waist.

The two of you stood in a motionless hug for a moment, but after a few minutes a fair-haired young man entered the flat, closing the oak door with a lightly too loud slam. Literally a second later, you felt a delicate (though long) kiss on your own lips, which tasted of children’s love, great longing, apologies, new promises, lots of joy, a handful of sadness, full of emotions.

“Let’s go somewhere. Somewhere far away to celebrate our reunion... I hear that Hawaii is the perfect country for a honeymoon and a multi-day getaway.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours and you frowned a bit.

“...Honeymoon?” You repeated, wondering if you heard his calm words correctly. “But we are not married.”

“Then marry me.” He replied by kissing your soft lips again – slightly bitten and scarred from constant stress. Your legs almost automatically made their way to the sofa in the living room connected to the kitchen.

This year has been a tough one and you had to enjoy yourself again and make up for lost time.

[queenshelby]

The Fourth Season (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap (20 Years), Smut, Religious Themes

Words: 5,466

Notes: In this Fic, Cillian is 40 and the Reader is 20. Cillian is divorced and the Reader is single. This is not based on Cillian’s real life.

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Day One

You slowly rolled over as the alarm from your phone started to increase in volume and then you groaned as you sat up, your hair especially wild this morning.

You sat there not exactly excited to be up at this hour, but then you knew that today was the day your life would change forever.

Reaching high above yourself, you stretched, feeling the pop and creak of your bones, which was something unusual for you and probably due to the fact that your new living arrangements were somewhat strange for you still. You didn’t sleep well whenever you were placed into unfamiliar surroundings and the last two nights were somewhat uneasy for you.

You were nervous, of course, and, just after you hopped out of bed, you started about your morning routine, bounding across the tiny apartment, putting together a bag that would be needed for the day.

‘Are you ready? And excited?’ your new roommate Natasha asked and, after taking one final step in front of your mirror, you nodded.

‘As ready as I can be’ you said before you took in a deep breath and, together with Natasha, you walked out the front door of your apartment which was conveniently located right next to the studio.

During your walk to the studio, Natasha tried to talk to you, but you were too nervous to respond. You struggled to focus and you could not fight the urge to start humming to yourself as you reflected on things.

***Flashback***

 Several months ago, when you were still in law school, completing your second ever semester, your boyfriend had dumped you for the chance to move to Los Angles. You participated in the same drama school in the evenings, simply for a hobby and, about four years ago, when you were in high school, you met through a locally run drama project.

You shared similar interests and making this move from the UK was going to be his big break, he thought.

 He told you that it was over. He did not want to work on this relationship on a long distance basis and this crushed you. He was your everything, a man who shared your love of all things like acting, theatre and music. But then, he was gone and left you behind all so  suddenly.

 Yet, the fact that he left you the way he did and without an explanation did not really surprise you. After all, you had been together since you were sixteen. You were too young to make decisions and, since you both came from strictly catholic families in Ireland, you were already out of your depth when, after four years of being in a relationship with each other, you still had not been engaged.

 Your parents were strict and so were his. You obeyed and so did he and, perhaps, this was half of the problem? He wanted to leash out and perhaps you needed to do the same?

 Thus, after many weeks of crying and a few more of cursing his name, destiny led you to a rebirth in your attitude. You forgot about him as much as you could and, after liaising with your best friend Emma, you made it your mission to finally achieve your life goal as well.

 If James could do it, so could you. He made it into a Hollywood movie for a total of ten minutes and whilst becoming famous wasn’t on your radar, you really wanted to make it into a play or get a role that was meaningful to you. If he could do it, then so could you and, much to your patents’ dismay, your dream came true about eight weeks ago when you were casted for a role in a major TV show.

 It was then that your hard work after hours had paid off and you accepted a drunken dare from Emma who had found out that the directors of Peaky Blinders were urgently re-casting the role for Jesse Eden after Charlie Murphy pulled out.

 Over three-hundreds auditions were submitted and, if it was not for Emma, you would never have thought about applying for this role. You only had some small-scale theatre experience and were rather young still. You believed that they would never cast you and, yet, you had something that no other applicant had, namely a great understanding of what the role would entail and an enormous amount of passion for the art of action.

 Your mother originated from Birmingham and you had seen the TV show and you most certainly were disciplined enough to learn your lines quickly.

 Thus, feeling confident due to the many tequila sunrises you had when Emma convinced you to audition, you signed up for the auditions in London and, after a gruelling week-long process came to an end, you were chosen for the role.

 The fact that you had landed this role was exciting but it also meant that you had to take a break from studying which was something your parents did not agree to. In the end though, you did not care. You were twenty years old and could make your own decisions now and, with that in mind, you travelled to the northern parts of the UK a few weeks later to commence filming.

 By this time, you had spent all your days learning and practicing your lines. You were sent your scripts and read them every day, over and over again, and soon began to realise that, what was expected of you, was much more than you had anticipated.

 Amongst the dialogue and acting out different kinds of emotions, there were three intimate scenes you had to participate in, in one of which you would be almost completely naked. All of the scenes were with Cillian Murphy who played Thomas Shelby and, unbeknownst to you, when you signed up, you did not realise that Jesse Eden, the famous communist, was also the main character’s love interest in this season.

 Given your lack of sexual experience, this was something which concerned you. Nonetheless, you tried to get into character for the role and considered your own sexuality and femininity some more. You wasted a good four years with James of being boring and unadventurous and, now, this had to change. You at least needed to learn how to flirt and be seductive and, sure enough, your best friend Emma gave you some good pointers.

The role required your to be stunning, to be open, and have the body language of a woman in control, even over someone like Thomas Shelby himself. Jesse Eden was determined and, at least in one of the three scenes, she was meant to take complete control over the Brummie gangster in the bedroom department.

 According to the script, you were the one who needed to lead one of these scenes and this was something you were unsure about. How, on earth, could you do this with someone like Cillian Murphy? By what you have seen, he was an incredibly talented actor. He was much more experienced than you and he was also twenty years older than you and, yet, you had to lead the scene? Seriously?

 ***End of Flashback***

 Making a quick right, you walked into the studio with Natasha. It was her first day on set for this season as well but, unlike you, she worked on the show before and was not completely overwhelmed by all the cameras and strangers.

‘Y/N, Natasha, welcome’ a blonde woman by the name of Lorraine said to you and, just as you reached for her hand in order to shake it, one of the directors came flying by and pulled you aside.

‘You are early. Good’ he said before telling you that Lorraine would be looking after your schedule which, according to him, had just changed due to an equipment break down on set three.

‘Okay, right’ you panicked while Lorraine was flicking through her notes in a haste. Everyone seemed to have been stressed out that day because of the technical issues and Lorraine was no exception.

‘What scene is up first then? you thus enquired carefully after waiting patiently until, suddenly another man appeared and hurried you along.

‘We will start with scene four, then move to scene eleven and then, this afternoon, we will shoot scene 34’ he told you and you were lucky that he handed you a running sheet as, otherwise, you would have gotten rather confused by now.

‘Scene 34? Today?’ you asked with some confusion and, whilst you knew that the scenes for the show were to be filmed out of order, this scene itself made you panic.

‘Yes. At 3 o’clock’ the director then said before taking off again in order to deal with the camera issues on hand.

‘Dear god, they are throwing you right into the deep end, don’t they?’ Natasha observed as she looked at your running sheet and saw that scene 34 was an intimate one with Cillian Murphy.

‘I am not prepared for this’ you pointed out to her anxiously especially since you have not even met your co-star yet but Natasha reassured you that you would be fine.

‘No one ever is but Cillian is easy to work with. You will be fine’ Natasha then reassured you, which is when Lorraine made a somewhat inappropriate joke.

‘I would gladly trade places with you’ she teased before pulling you along and giving you a calm and relaxing stroll through the studio following which you spent some more time rehearsing your lines.

***

Your first scene was with Sophie who played Ada Shelby and this scene itself was easy to film. It took less than three takes and Steven Knight was quick to tell the casting manager that he made the right choice when he chose you from the entirety of three hundred auditions. You worked well with Sophie and took on the directions given to you by the camera man.

The second scene was more dialogue heavy and you were basically there, on your own, raddling down several speeches in front of several stand ins and props and, whilst this scene took more than two hours to film, you did well. You were convincing and passionate and, just as you filmed the end of this particular scene, Natasha watched you quietly and smiled.

She behaved like a big sister, taking you under her wing and her presence clearly calmed you down.  

After about six takes, Steven Knight and the others were happy with your work and praised you again. According to them, six takes for something like this was not a lot and you appreciated their kind words.

After you were done with the scene, you took a break and spent some more time with Natasha, following which you were sent to the dressing rooms.

You had to get changed for your next scene, which was the rather raunchy scene between your character and Thomas Shelby and, whilst there was not much dialogue in this scene, it was the scene that concerned you the most.

You were meant to lead this scene and, by this point, you still had not met your co-star which was something that made you even more nervous now.

***

Luckily for you, you had waxed your legs and every other part of your body just two days ago and yet, when you sat down and a tall woman applied your make up, she still found a hair or two which she plugged away.

Unlike before when you were wearing somewhat ugly brown clothes for your scenes, this time around, you were sitting there in beige underwear while being assessed by the staff and, quickly, a few scares and blemishes were patched up with some foundation.

You were then given dark coloured lingerie which was raunchier than anything else you had ever worn before. It took your breath away and you felt incredible vulnerable when you put it on. On top, you had to wear a satin gown and you also were given some suspenders to put on which you knew your co-star would have to take off slowly.

‘Looks great. We are ready, I think’ the make-up artist eventually said and, out of respect for your fellow co-star, you quickly brushed your teeth before having your lipstick topped up.

Regardless of all of the preparation and your deep breathing techniques however, you were out of your depth with a scene like this and, when you first walked onto the so called ‘closed’ set dressed in nothing more than the satin gown and underwear, you began to fidget a little.

You were the first one there and sat down in the area indicated for you. It was a large bed in the middle of a room which was said to be inside the Midland Hotel. There were no windows, but several drapes which divided this part of the set from the rest of the studio.

Eventually, the director joined you and so did a camera man, followed by your co-star, Cillian Murphy and the studio’s intimacy co-ordinator shortly thereafter.

‘Hey’ Cillian said quietly and you could see that this was as at least a little awkward for him too. ‘I am Cillian’ he then said while shaking your hand and you carefully bit your lip and stammered out your name nervously.

‘I am Y/N’ you said while assessing your partner inadvertently and, just as you both stood there, the director and intimacy co-coordinator came to see you both.

‘Now, this is what I need from you both’ the director began to say before explaining the scene to you and apologising for the fact that such ab intimate scene was being shot on your first day on set.

According to the director, it was you who had to take control while, yet, Cillian was to remove your gown, suspenders and bra. Your nipples were covered up with beige coloured tape and the director explained to Cillian where to place his arm so that your breasts and the tape would not be visible on camera whereas the intimacy co-ordinator addressed your comfortableness level with this kind of scene.

‘We know that Cillian is used to being naked on set but, to you, this is probably something new and my word of advice is to ignore the fact that we are here. You can improvise on the lines and we will shoot the scene in three steps, giving you a break in between’ the director then furthermore explained and, with that, you nervously nodded before Cillian and you both waited for everyone to get into place.

Then, the director outlined the scene to you once more and, after the director indicated to the team that everyone was ready now, you and Cillian removed his robe which, until that point, he was wearing to cover his semi naked body as well.

The robe was collected quickly by Lorraine before she disappeared again and, just as Cillian’s robe came off, you couldn’t help but stare at his immaculately well-trained and rather pale body.

He had some tattoos which you knew were not real and, much to your surprise, his entire body was covered in freckles. He featured some chest hair as well and his body was perfectly apportioned.

The only piece of clothing covering him now was some white garment, beneath of which he was still wearing his actual underwear. You could see the rim of his briefs poking out the top, just beneath his stomach, reading ‘Calvin Klein’ and assumed that the camera man would not capture this.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian then asked and you immediately snapped out of your thoughts, wondering whether he had noticed you starring at him.

‘Just nervous. Sorry’ you admitted shyly in response and Cillian smiled.

‘Don’t be. Just follow the directions of the crew and you will be fine. I promise’ he then reassured you and you nodded all while some sweat was building up on your forehead.

‘Okay, I will try. I am ready I think’ you then said, causing Cillian to nod and, whilst it was obvious to him that you had not done this kind of work before, he remained calm and patient.

‘Me too’ Cillian then said, shortly after which the director called “action” and you began your dialogue.

Cillian’s presence, however, threw you off guard completely and you needed at least three goes to even get your lines right at the beginning of the scene before you could even move on to the next part, which is where you were wrapping your arms around Cillian’s body.

You did, however, get there in the end and the director called cut. You took a breather and then commenced part two of the scene, which was also the longest and most intense part.

‘If you close down my fucking factory…’ Cillian began to say in a deep Brummy accent as part of the dialogue and you pulled him in tight.

‘Thomas! I am here now, for one reason only’ you said as you felt the bulging muscles of Cillian’s core.

‘And what reason might that be, eh?’ he asked and, just as you took in a deep breath and inhaled the fresh scent that accompanied him, you began to stammer.

‘Cut’ the director called and you quickly apologised.

‘You are nervous’ Cillian acknowledged and you wanted to responded with a snappy ‘duh’. Of course you were nervous. You were there, with a stranger, hugging his naked body.

‘I am, yes’ you told him and, just as the director gave you both another quick break, Cillian had a chat with you about the scene.

‘Take a deep breath and try to think about being somewhere else, with someone else’ Cillian began to say before giving you some pointers on how to feel comfortable, naked, in front of the camera. But what he didn’t know was that the cameras weren’t what threw you off. It was him. You felt some strange kind of attraction towards this man even though you had only just met him and even though he was twenty years older than you. What he also did not know was that he was only the second man who had ever seen you like this and you knew that, within minutes, he would be taking off your robe, unclasping your bra and kiss you. This, too, was new for you and you began to panic.

‘A park? You want me to imagine being naked in a park, kissing a stranger?’ you then eventually asked him and laughed to cover up your nervousness and this, too, made him laugh as well.

‘Okay, maybe a park was a bad example. Maybe your house. Your bedroom. Somewhere else, where you would usually have some privacy’ Cillian chuckled and you momentarily closed your eyes and tried.

‘Okay. Let’s do this’ you then said again and Cillian nodded before taking off his robe again.

‘Okay then’ he confirmed and, after about three goes, you managed to say your lines and found yourself in Cillian’s embrace.

Just as Thomas Shelby would, he tore off your robe and it landed on the floor while you tried to push him on to the bed. He let you, but each time you tried to be dominant, it looked awkward and, eventually, the director called cut again, for the tenth’s time.

‘Okay, this is not going to work. Let’s move on and revisit this part later’ he then said before directing you to both get on to the bed which is where he would pick up on the scene.

You felt a little deflated but, just as you were supposed to do, you climbed on top of Cillian’s half naked body and he sat up and caressed your back.

You tried your best not to make contact with his intimate region as, for the camera, you rocked back and forth, allowing your clothed breasts to move against his body while caressing his face until, finally, he kissed you and you began to crumble again.

The nervousness inside your bones was evident to the director and so was the fact that, in contrary to the script, you did not take the lead. You were unable to and Cillian realised that you were getting rather uncomfortable.

‘I am so sorry’ you said to Cillian who was nothing but professional and polite despite the fact that, no doubt, he didn’t really want to kiss you over and over again. By this point, you were up to take eight. Eight kisses and you simply couldn’t get it right.

You looked shy, afraid and nervous and Cillian was quick to hand you your robe again as the scene was called off once more.

‘Don’t be sorry, alright!’ Cillian said. ‘It is your first day and a scene like this shouldn’t really be filmed on one’s first day on set’ Cillian said before telling you about his embarrassing scene in a movie called 28 Days Later.

‘That is very reassuring, but I feel like a failure right now’ you said and there was something endearing about how he was so polite, yet his voice shook your core.

‘You are not. I have seen your work and I have seen your casting video too. It was great. So don’t stress, eh’ Cillian winked and, after yet another break, the director picked up on the scene again and, this time around, gave you much clearer instructions.

As before, you tried to follow them and, this time around, you finally managed to get some of the scene right, including a close-up kiss with Cillian.

But then, the next part of this scene involved much more and when the director and the camera man gave Cillian instructions again on how to move and how to remove your bra so that your bare breasts were not visible on screen, your nervousness returned.

This stranger was about to take off part of your underwear. Your bare breasts were going to be visible to him and, the worst of it all, was that there was actual skin to skin contact between you. Bare chested and semi-naked, you had to pretend to have sex. You had to moan and pull his hair while he had to pretend to bite your neck. It was a raunchy scene and, after it took you one hour already to get a twenty second kiss and some mild physical interaction right, you didn’t know how long it would take you to get a scene like this wrapped up.

You did one take, then another, then a third and, eventually, during your fourth take your bra finally came off and the embarrassment and shame was written all over your face.

You tried again, and again and again but between that, the moaning and hairpulling, it soon became too much for you and Cillian put a stop to it. The scene was not going to be completed today and you knew that this was your fault.

You felt deflated and thought that, perhaps, you were not meant to be an actress after all. Perhaps they should have casted someone older or someone with more experience.

You did not even know why you reacted like this in the first place. Why was this so god damn hard? Was it because of your lack of experience or was it because you felt somewhat flustered in Cillian’s presence? The fact that you thought that he was incredibly attractive did not help you. It made it so much worse and you felt like a little school girl who was too afraid to steal a candy bar from the school cafeteria for the fear of getting caught by the principal.

Of course, no one should ever do that and you thought that this was the most ridiculous analogy you could ever think of but, in the end, you could not come up with anything else.

When you filmed this scene (or at least tried to film this scene) your body was waking up to the idea of having another man pressed against your body for which you did not have much experience at your age. But Cillian did, and tried to guide you, with his arms pulling you and manoeuvring you like a delicate doll. And yet, his efforts were futile as your actions did not translate to the dominance your character was meant to portray.  

It was a disaster and the director was not exactly impressed by how the filming day ended and neither were you.

***

Later that day, back at the small unit which you shared with Natasha, you sat down and rehearsed your scenes for Day Two. You had two scenes with Cillian and, luckily for you, neither of them were intimate ones. Despite this, you knew that you had to pick up your game but Natasha believed that you were doing much better than you had thought.

‘Listen, your scenes are great. Sex scenes are awkward and after having worked with Cillian in the past I can tell you that he will not be annoyed or frustrated with you. He is one of the executive producers of the show and probably called off the scene to do you a favour. He is a nice and caring guy and is very professional even though, sometimes, he acts like a kid’ Natasha laughed after you told her in great detail about what happened that day and what you thought that Cillian might think about you now, causing you to panic about tomorrow’s schedule scenes with him.

‘He seems nice. But still. I failed. Miserably’ you said but Natasha shook her head and pulled you off your seat.

‘What are you doing?’ you wanted know and all she had told you was that you had to come with her; and so you put on your shoes and followed her through the apartment building until you eventually reached the front of apartment 38, which was located on the top floor.

As you stood there, wondering what was going on, Natasha began to knock on the door and, after about a minute, you were surprised when Cillian opened it, seeing that this was his studio apartment for the duration of the show.

‘Hey’ Cillian said before smiling and cocking an eyebrow all at the same time.

‘Do you want to come in?’ he then asked as Natasha already marched through the door and you were still standing there, frozen to the spot.

‘Uhm, yeah. Sure. Thanks’ you stammered as, in his casual clothes, he was a little less intimidating than being half naked.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ Cillian then joked, seeing that, clearly, Natasha was not there, at his apartment, just for fun and, when she asked him for a quick chat about today, you began to get a little nervous again.

‘A chat? Sure’ he said. ‘Can I offer you a drink?’ he then asked with a smile. His demur was generally friendly and down to earth.

‘What do you have?’ Natasha asked cheekily while looking through his fridge.

‘I have beer or tap water’ he laughed, causing Natasha to roll her eyes.

‘Tap water’ she chuckled and Cillian’s look turned to you.

‘I don’t drink alcohol, so tap water please’ you told him and he went to pour you and Natasha a glass of water with some ice.

‘You don’t drink? At all?’ Cillian then asked surprised and you nodded while he handed you the glass.

‘So?’ Cillian then said, waiting for Natasha to fill him in and, when she asked Cillian to tell you the story about their first ever intimate scene together on the Peaky Blinders set, he began to laugh.

‘Fuck, really?’ Cillian chuckled before realising why Natasha wanted him to spill the beans on his little mishap. What happened today was clearly embarrassing for you and Natasha wanted you to realise that it was not as uncommon as you thought.

With that in mind, Cillian did, indeed, tell you what happened and, according to him, filming had to be called off for three days because he inadvertently broke Natasha’s nose in Season Two.

‘How?’ you wanted to know, causing Cillian to shake his head. He could laugh about it now and so could Natasha but, back then, more than three years ago, he was petrified.

‘We filmed that scene, in Tommy’s office, and it took about ten takes. It was not as intense as the scene we filmed today but it was a difficult one for us both. Then, when the director finally called cut, I got up, leaning against one of the props and it slipped.  My forehead went straight down and I hit Natasha’s nose, breaking it’ Cillian explained reluctantly and you gasped.

‘Yeah, I was naked and covered in blood while Cillian almost fainted’ Natasha laughed, causing Cillian to roll his eyes.

‘I did not’ he ought to clarify but Natasha continued to tease him.

‘You so did. You turned pale and got all dizzy’ she said, causing even you to laugh.

‘Right, so today wasn’t so bad after all then?’ you acknowledged and both Natasha and Cillian shook their heads.

‘Honestly? This scene should never have been scheduled for your first day on set and I spoke to Anthony and Steven about it. We will just give it another crack in a few weeks or scrap it’ Cillian said and you appreciated his words.

‘I don’t want to scrap the scene. Clearly, Steven thinks it is important’ you then said but Cillian laughed.

‘It is not important. The studio wants some nudity, that’s all that is’ Cillian acknowledged.

‘Aren’t they getting to see your naked butt in episode two? Isn’t that enough?’ Natasha then teased, causing you both to laugh.

‘Apparently not’ Cillian told her and, just after you had a little laugh yourself, you asked them both how they ever manage to film scenes likes this, namely raunchy intimate scenes.

‘Cillian? You’ve done a few more than me’ Natasha went on to say but Cillian simply laughed again.

‘What works for me will not necessarily work for you. I honestly just try to switch off and focus on my lines and the directions given to me’ he explained while shrugging his shoulders.

‘Great. I did try that and, quite evidently, it did not work’ you told him.

‘It might after we have some more scenes together. Like I said, I think that it was a mistake having a scene like this scheduled for the first day on set even if it was scheduled that way simply due to the mechanical breakdown on set three. You’ll be fine and we can talk through the scene beforehand if you like’ Cillian suggested and you nodded nervously.

‘That’s true. You will get to know each other first before you have to make out again. That always helps’ Natasha chuckled, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘Your comment is not very helpful Natasha. Making out? Really? This is art, work, or whatever you want to call it. But it is not making out’ Cillian laughed, trying to cheer you up and you sure had a quick chuckle yourself when he commented on Natasha’s suggestion.

‘Well, I tell you what I do Y/N and no offense to you Cillian, but when I film a scene like this I think about the man in my life and just switch off. So, if you have a boyfriend, think about him. That might help with the comfort level’ Natasha explained causing Cillian’s eyes to widen.

‘I do not. I am single. Happily so’ you said and Cillian couldn’t help but comment again.

‘I am glad’ he said bluntly and now it was your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

‘You are glad? That I am single?’ you asked surprised but, clearly, this was not what he meant.

‘No. I am glad for the fact that you don’t think about making out with your boyfriend while filming a scene like this with me because that would be fucking awkward for me’ Cillian laughed but Natasha jumped into the argument again.

‘But it helps Cills! Seriously!’ Natasha said but he still shook his head.

‘See, this is why we have different approaches. If any man would think about their girlfriend during a scene like this then a whole other issue arises and I mean literally’ Cillian laughed and so did you all. He sure behaved like a teenager now and this, somehow, made you more comfortable being around him.

To be continued…

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[other-shades-of-sapphire]

Constant presence – Lee Know

Minho x high school friend turned girlfriend Iris, circa August 2024

Taking care of Iris no longer felt enough for Minho once he realized he needed to be constantly in her presence every day in his life.

Contains minor references to Light bites here & there, might want to check that one out first.

It was almost two in the afternoon when Minho arrived at Iris' apartment building, but still she hadn't replied any of his texts or calls. 

They were not a clingy type of couple by all means; Minho didn't ask Iris to reply to his texts within minutes or pick up every of his calls, and Iris too wasn't the type who expected quick replies or had the need of interaction on every hour of the day. But they had some sort of a routine, in which they would exchange texts in the morning just to let each other know they're still alive, and she usually sent hers either right after she woke up or after she arrived at her office if she was running late and had to rush her morning. 

Today, though, when it was still radio silence from her even way past her lunchtime – which was when she usually texted him to say thanks for the light bites he'd sent her, Minho started to get worried. They weren't fighting – not that he's aware of, anyway – so she shouldn't be avoiding him. He had a two hours break in between his schedules today, plenty of time for him to stop by her office to check whether she'd left her phone at home – and was stunned when the receptionist told him Iris had called in sick this morning and the box of bites Minho had delivered earlier was still there at the receptionist, untouched with no one picking it up. 

Which was what brought him here, at her apartment's lobby, greeting Mr. Kwon the security man. 

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lee," the man said with a smile. It didn't take long for him to recognize Minho as Lee Know of Stray Kids since her daughter was a Stay with pictures of him decorating her walls. Once he realized that Minho would be a frequent guest, he'd politely asked Minho how to best call him, and they'd became friends since. "Checking up on the lady?" 

Minho returned the man's bright smile. "Yes. Has she gone out at all?" 

Mr. Kwon's smile faltered a little. "Haven't seen her all day, sorry. Think I would've seen her if she did go out, because I've been on shift since six this morning." 

Minho frowned. So she was indeed sick. 

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Kwon asked, noting the expression change. 

"Not sure. She's not answering her phone and her office told me she called in sick today. I'll go see if she's still alive." 

Mr. Kwon wore a concerned frown of his own. "Fingers crossed," he said, waving Minho goodbye. Minho bowed and made his way to the elevator. 

Iris' apartment was still well-lit from the sunlight shining through the large windows on one of her walls, but some of her lights were still on – which was odd, because Iris was always very adamant about not using the lights while there's still enough sunlight. "Iris?" 

Silence answered him. Minho changed into his slippers and made his way to her bedroom, and immediately understood the silence and the lights: Iris was curled on her unmade bed, looking like she hadn't gotten out of it since last night. 

"Oh, dear." Minho made his way to the bed, carefully feeling her forehead. No fever, but she looked way too pale compared to her usual complexion. It was as if she was wearing makeup a couple shades too light. He looked around, trying to find any kind of hint as to what had gotten into her without having to wake her up and ask, and saw a couple of pills and a half empty glass on her nightstand. He inspected the pills and recognized them as her headache pills and some iron supplements, and it clicked to him. 

"Kitten?" 

Minho turned and saw Iris blinking an eye open at him. He sat on the edge of her bed. "It's that time of month?" 

Iris tended to have heavy flows on her time of month, and Minho was already familiar with her symptoms of iron deficiency, which usually included headaches and lack of energy. 

Closing her eyes and reaching out to put a hand on his knee, she nodded. 

Minho cradled her face, trying to be as gentle as he could. "Headache still there?" 

"Head-splitting," she murmured. 

He gritted his teeth. "What else are you feeling?" 

"Cramps," she whimpered. "Like, bad. Can barely sit." 

The cramps were unusual. The headache seemed to be worse than usual too. In fact, her entire symptoms seemed to be a lot worse than usual. "I'm sorry. Have you eaten anything?" 

She nodded. "Took pills too. Should be better soon." 

At that time, Minho's phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn't need to check to know it was his manager who was waiting in the car. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, then her forehead. "I have to go now, but I'll come back later. Do you think you can hang in here on your own?" 

"Go," Iris pushed at his knee. "Just make sure you lock the door. Don't want to chance getting robbed when I'm incapable of fighting back." 

Minho laughed softly. "Alright then." He pressed another kiss for good measure, this time on her lips, before getting on his feet. 

He decided to refill her glass first before leaving. He saw the barely-eaten takeout boxes on the kitchen counter, consisting of a rather odd assortment of dishes as if she wasn't paying much attention to what she was ordering. She probably couldn't anyway, with the cramps and headache. With a sigh, he returned the now-full glass to her nightstand, readjusted her blanket to properly cover her sleeping form, stole another chaste kiss (he couldn't help it), then left. 

The clock was inching towards ten when Minho came back to the apartment. It was still in the exact same state  as when he left it hours ago, including the takeout boxes – which indicated that Iris hadn't eaten anything else since. Minho went to the bedroom and found her still sleeping, though the glass on her nightstand was now empty and there were one less headache pill. He took the glass and went out to busy himself in the kitchen. 

When he was almost done with the food, he felt a sudden warmth on his back and stilled immediately – before realizing that it was Iris' forehead right between his shoulder blades. "What are you doing here?" she mumbled to his hoodie. 

Minho reached back with one hand to pet her head. "I told you I'll be back." 

"So it really was you," she purred, not unlike a cat. "I thought I was dreaming." 

"You were hardly lucid, so maybe it can count as a dream." He turned off the stove and turned around, holding her by her waist as he inspected her current state. "You look quite lucid now. How's the headache?" 

"Significantly better, I guess." 

"You guess?" he huffed, to which she breathed out a short laugh. "And the cramps?" 

"I've been standing for more than a minute, so significantly better too." 

"Good to hear." He kissed her forehead before releasing her. "I brought some heat pack for the cramps, they're in the bag on the table. Go put them on as I plate the food." 

She kissed him, once, twice. Pulled away before he could claim more. "How are you this good?" 

Minho chuckled. "I am good. Now go." 

Iris was still a little limp and breathless as she ate, but she did look less pale than earlier. Few grimaces every once in a while – from the headache, he deduced – but at least both of her eyes were completely open now, a huge progress compared to her previous state he'd witnessed. And – 

"You're just gonna stand there and watch me eat?" 

"Yes," Minho said from where he stood on the other side of the kitchen island. "I ate with the kids already. How's the food?" 

She pointed her chopsticks to his direction. "You really still need to ask that?" 

Minho grinned. "Of course. Need my words of affirmation." 

"I shouldn't have told you about those love languages," she grumbled. "But fine. Food tastes great as usual, chef." 

He beamed. "Thank you. I repurposed your rather unique assortment of takeout from earlier." 

"You did?" Iris gave her now-empty plate, then Minho, an incredulous look. "Wah, that's impressive. I didn't expect that this was whatever I ordered unconsciously." 

"Zero food waste, you know." He reached for the empty plates and went to the sink, ignoring Iris' sounds of protest. "No, you've been up long enough, leave these to me. Go back to your room and prepare for bed. I'll be there in a minute." 

Despite her significantly better state, Iris still looked both relieved and exhausted when she finally reunited with her dear bed. Her eyes flew open as Minho sat on the edge of the bed, searching his immediately. "I'm sorry I didn't reply to you," she said. "I was barely coherent I could only think of alerting the office this morning." 

Minho carded his fingers through her hair, twirling the strands absentmindedly. The thought of Iris suffering alone, blindly thumbing her phone to call in sick, staggering to the kitchen to get a glass of water and some medicine – it twisted and pulled at Minho's heart. He knew she could take a damn good care of herself, being the strong independent woman that she was, but it didn't mean that she had to, or that he liked it. 

He thought he understood a little of what his hyung Chris had to go through last year. 

"Are you mad at me?" 

"No," Minho said, quickly pulled himself out of his head. "Of course not. Why would I?" 

Iris caught his hand, gave it a squeeze. "You look a little upset." 

Minho almost didn't hear her words; he was making up his mind. "My flower." 

She raised both eyebrows high, incredulous. "My flower? What's the occasion?" 

While Iris called him "kitten" all the time that to her he's barely even Minho anymore, Minho was not a nickname guy in the slightest. Even though he'd decided long ago that Iris was his "flower" (inspired by the iris flower – not so original of him), he only ever used it at a handful of times throughout the four years of their relationship. 

"Can I stay here tonight?" he asked softly. 

Another thing that only happened a handful of times throughout their relationship, Minho staying the night at Iris' place. Even after she'd given him his own set of keys, even after he'd put a couple of spare clothes in the drawer she'd dedicated for him, even after he'd bought an extra set of toiletries to keep in here, he always tried to go back to his dormitory before the sun. Something he was starting to regret, now that the thought of her suffering alone bothered him so much. 

"Of course, but in case you didn't notice," Iris said, sounding a little amused, "I don't really have the energy to do anything other than sleeping. So unfortunately there won't be any fun activities happening tonight, even with you here." 

Minho chuckled. "I'm aware. That's not why I asked." 

"No?" 

"Well, the idea of fun activities with you is never not tempting, but..." He pulled her hand to his lap, studying her long, slender fingers. She waited patiently as he tried to form his jumbled thoughts into a sentence. She could always tell whenever he needed time to formulate his thoughts, and always gave him the time he needed with no rush. "I just want to help call your office in case you need another day off tomorrow." 

The words came out as not sweet and uncaring, but it was just his weird way to express his feelings, and Iris understood like she always did because she smiled at him. "Ah, kitten. You know I can take care of myself." 

"I know, but doesn't mean you have to. We take care of each other, remember? Now's my turn." 

She chuckled. "Fine. Then go get changed and get in here quick." 

So he did, and when he slid under the covers and pulled her into his arms until her back was flush on his chest, he couldn't help but think that it felt like the most natural thing ever. When he fell asleep to the sound of her breathing and the feel of her hair on his cheek, it felt like the only right way to fall asleep. And when he woke up the next morning with her still in his arms, the sound of her breathing still in his ears, and her hair still plastered and probably leaving marks on his cheek, he figured that the reason why he wanted to stay with her wasn't just because he wanted to take care of her; it was also, and primarily, because he just wanted her to be a constant presence in his every living day and night. 

And when he felt her moving in his arms and muttering a "Good morning, kitten" for him and him only to hear, he realized he was done for. He needed her to be a constant presence in his every living day and night. 

Even though it meant having his shin kicked seconds later as she scrambled out of the bed in a hurry once she realized she was running late. 

Minho sat up the second he saw Iris swaying on her feet, grabbing her arm to steady her as she waited for the head rush to pass. "Hey, easy. You're still running low on iron." 

"I'm gonna be late," she huffed, grimacing from the headache. 

"It's okay, they'll understand." He shuffled to the edge of the bed, loosening his grip once he's sure she's steady on her feet. "You good?" 

Her grimace smoothed into a smile as she looked down to him. "Better than usual, actually. I kind of like having you here when I wake up." 

Again, he was done for. 

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "Go shower. I'll prepare your breakfast and light bites." 

He didn't mind the kicked shin and rushed morning, not in the least. As long as he got to be constantly in her presence for the rest of his living day and night. 

Was in the middle of writing something for Jeongin & Jasmine when this godawful headache and cramps hit, so I of course got sidetracked to this self-indulgent piece. Wrote most of this on my phone, in my bed, with no one checking on me because unfortunately my Lee Minho lives in a different city.. haha. Thanks for reading! xx

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Late night post! (Well late for me anyways) Have part 13! Take it! Get it out of my docs! Need any refreshers? There’s a summary here in part 1.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner x Jake Kiszka ***more delusional slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only dear god!! Lots of sexual content, m/m sex including some oral and fingering, dirty talk?, drinking, angst, infidelity, love triangles, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU. I didn’t have time to edit this much so please forgive me!

Word count: 5.6k

Danny told Jake just about everything that had happened. About how he and Sam seemed to never be on the same page, about their fights, and about the most recent one where Sam had basically broken up with him before his trip. He left out the details about a lot of their fights being about Sam bringing up Jake. He was beating himself up enough about it all, he didn’t need Jake trying to martyr himself by shouldering the blame for Danny’s sake.

“Sounds like you need a drink, and a strong one” Jake offered Danny after he’d gathered himself long enough to start feeling a little embarrassed about showing up at his door like this and crying up a storm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ll need to drive home” Danny replied, though he didn’t make a move to get up off the couch.

“Don’t worry, stay in Josh’s room”. It felt weird for him to keep referring to it as ‘Josh’s room’ when it had been so long since he stayed in there, but spare bedroom just didn’t sound right either. “You shouldn’t go home alone like this anyways”.

“You aren’t expecting any company?” Danny questioned. He hadn’t seen Kim at work today, so he kind of assumed she might be here. In fact, now that he was pretty sure it was just him and Jake alone in his apartment, he felt even more awkward.

“No, I’m not” Jake cracked a small smile, standing to make his way to the kitchen. “Kim is out with her nephew. Last I heard they were making their way to the third bar on their itinerary”.

Danny got up to follow Jake, thinking that drink did sound pretty good. “Oh, Noah right?”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid. We've had dinner a couple of times” Jake responded, pulling some glasses out from the cabinet followed by a recently opened bottle of bourbon.

“Nice bottle” Danny commented as he watched Jake pour two doubles. Jake always had some sort of expensive nice liquor to pull out in times like this.

“Paul gifted it to Kim for Christmas”, Jake tried to hand Danny his glass while taking a long sip of his own.

“Oh, we shouldn’t be drinking all of Kim’s liquor then” he tried to decline now that he knew where it came from, but Jake insisted, shoving the glass into his hand and taking the bottle back with him into the living room.

“She doesn’t like bourbon” he replied proving just how little Paul really knew about her if that’s what he got her for Christmas. Jake took his seat back on the couch and waited for Danny to do the same. “Besides, I would be thoroughly surprised if we went through this whole bottle in one night”.

They didn’t drink the whole bottle, but they did make a pretty damn good dent in it as Jake told Danny stories about his time in culinary school and his first year working alone in the restaurant. He could tell Danny needed a distraction right now, so he talked on about anything and everything he could think of, just to keep the time passing by.

Danny had never heard Jake talk so much, but it seemed like the more he drank, the more he talked. It was comforting, Jake had plenty of cool and interesting and even funny stories that he wondered why he’d never heard them before.

He figured it was probably because Jake had already had someone to tell all these stories.

Just like Danny had Sam, Jake and Josh had no doubt shared plenty of late nights just like this, sitting on the couch together drinking, and knowing Josh probably laughing until their sides were stinging.

That’s how their real friendship had begun. Not because they’d started having sex together all these months ago, but because they were there for each other when they’d both lost the most important people in the world to them.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now if you don’t mind” Danny finally spoke up after a good few hours of just hanging out. It’s not like he wanted any space, the opposite in fact, but he knew if he didn’t say something now Jake would stay up all night with him and he didn’t want to be more of a burden than he already was.

Danny tried to stand, realizing exactly how much the bourbon had hit him when he lost his balance and began to tumble back down. He’d have surely bit the end of the coffee table if Jake hadn't been there to catch him, placing a hand against Danny’s chest and another under his arm and around his back to steady him.

“Woah there, let me help you up the stairs” Jake laughed. Not because Danny couldn’t hold his liquor, no Danny had a one night pass in his book to act as fucked up as he needed to without any judgement from him, but because he’d had just as much to drink so he didn’t know how he was going to help very much.

Danny’s skin prickled at the touch, but he tried to hide it as they walked towards the stairs, stumbling and laughing some more.

“Okay, you go up first and I’ll follow you” Jake slipped his arm out from underneath Danny’s and moved around behind him, nudging him in the back to take the first step.

“So if I fall I can take us both with me?” Danny giggled, looking over his shoulder with a loopy smile.

Jake’s voice caught in his throat at the sight of Danny’s bright toothy smile. He hadn’t seen him smile like that in a long time, but the blood swirling in his head carrying the alcohol through his veins was starting to really do the trick. Maybe he should just bring some blankets down and let him sleep on the couch?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Danny started up the stairs, making it more than halfway before pausing and rocking a bit. Jake snapped out of his momentary stupor and ran up the stairs after him. After placing his hands on his back again, he helped Danny the rest of the way up before they both let out an exhale of relief.

“Thanks,” Danny turned and wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, pulling him into a bear hug. “Thanks for everything Jake. You’re the fucking best”.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed” Jake pat his back a few times before pulling away and walking him towards the door to his room for the night. “Sheets are good, I can grab you another pillow if you want”.

Danny took the few steps his long legs needed to carry him into the room and flopped down onto the bed with a groan. It felt really good to be horizontal.

“Fuck, let me go grab you the trash can from the bathroom too. You better not barf on the bed okay!”

Danny waved him off, crawling further up onto the bed to get comfortable. He had nearly passed out already when Jake returned, placing the little trash can lined with a reused grocery bag on the floor and setting something down next to him. “You left these here a while ago”.

Danny opened his eyes to see a pair of pajama pants, ones he’d noticed had gone missing but wasn’t for sure where. Jake had kept them?

“Umm, thanks”. He picked up the old flannel fabric and sat up, pulling his shirt off first before Jake even left the room.

Jake’s face flushed at the sight of Danny shirtless. He knew better than to react that way, but he wasn’t exactly in the state right now to control himself very well. “Well, good night then” he reached around and scratched the back of his head, trying not to let how flustered he was all of a sudden be too obvious.

“Good night Jake” Danny replied, being in his right mind enough to wait to change his pants until after Jake left.

Jake let out a long sigh when he made it into his room, stripping out of his own clothes and sliding into bed. He knew letting Danny stay the night was dangerous, but he’d controlled himself very well.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about who was sleeping just across the hall. Tried not to hang that picture of Danny’s bare chest up at the front of his mind again as he drifted off to sleep.

Danny woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache. Hangovers didn’t usually hit him this hard, but he had drank a lot last night on a practically empty stomach, not having had the appetite to eat anything earlier.

He quietly rummaged through Jake’s bathroom cabinet, but he didn’t have anything in there that would help cut the pounding in his head.

After a knock on Jake's bedroom door went unanswered, he pushed the door open and stepped inside seeing that Jake was still crashed out on his bed. Face down with his blankets kicked to the edge clad in nothing but his boxers.

“Jake?” Danny shook his shoulder, causing Jake to return to the real world from unconsciousness just enough to respond “hmmn?” with his eyes still closed.

“Where do you keep your Tylenol? Asprin? Anything to kill this god awful headache”.

Jake limply tossed his arm further above his head and pointed towards his headboard, mumbling “book, blue book”.

Danny watched Jake, eyes shifting from where he laid unmoving up to the blue book and back down to him who looked like he’d already fallen back asleep. “You really need to find a new hiding spot” Danny whispered in a sigh to mostly himself as he braced a hand on the side of Jake’s bed and stretched out over him to try and reach the hollowed out book without actually waking him.

Once he successfully retrieved it he opened it to find Jake did have a small bottle of Tylenol inside now. Along with a few prerolls, his favorite lighter, and a new strip of condoms. A different brand than the ones he remembered him having. He guessed Jake and Kim got pretty busy.

Danny popped a few pills in his mouth, shuddering at how hard they went down without any water, and stretched to replace it on the headboard.

As he was concentrating on getting the book back into its spot, he felt the sheets pulling underneath his hand and the bed shifting as Jake rolled around onto his back.

Danny’s eyes slipped down, and saw that Jake was wide awake now, staring upwards at him with glowing amber orbs in the small amount of morning light that seeped through his heavy curtains.

Caught off guard, Danny dropped the book and it landed right on Jake’s forehead with a hard thump.

“Ow!” Jake reached up and rubbed the pain from his head, though he laughed a little at the absurdity of it. “You trying to give me a headache too?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Danny scrambled to pick it back up, though once it bounced off Jake’s forehead it fell to the other side of him so Danny had to really reach over him this time in an attempt to retrieve it.

“It’s ok” Jake giggled again, reaching up to grasp onto the arm stretched in front of his face.

All the hairs on Danny’s arm stood up at Jake’s touch, and he forgot the book again as he looked at Jake once more.

He wasn’t sure what came first, the pull on his arm, or him careening forward, but either way they both ended up with their lips on each other.

It was fast and desperate the way Jake pulled on him any way he could to get Danny onto the bed with him, and the way Danny quickly slipped out of his pants as he crawled forward letting his body come to rest fully on top of Jake’s.

Jake was mewling into Danny’s mouth with every flick of his tongue against his own. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was all tongue and teeth as the two fought for control, both taking head then giving away to the other like waves of a storm chopping together in the middle of a dark ocean.

Neither questioned what they were doing. They knew. This had been brewing all night and by this point neither doubted that they wanted it, especially when Jake took hold of one of Danny’s hands and pushed it past the waistband of his boxers letting Danny feel how painfully hard he already was.

Jake held the hand there with an iron tight grip on his wrist as he rocked his hips forward, fucking himself already against Danny’s palm just to ease a bit of the building pressure.

Danny’s voice finally broke the silence between them as he smirked at the lewd display below him. “Are you going to let me actually touch you? Or are you going to cum just like this?”

Jake replied without losing a beat, unphased, “still ever the charmer I see”. He wasn’t ashamed of his behavior right now. He was always the type to take what he wanted without apologizing.

“Do I need to teach you patience again?” Jake spoke again, which Danny thought was cheeky considering he was the one still grinding against his hand.

“To hell with patience” Danny groaned, leaning forward to steal another fierce kiss. Patience hadn’t gotten him anywhere lately, and if he was already sinning then he might as well drink the whole damn bottle.

“Look at us Danny. We’re already there” Jake snickered against his lips. “Welcome to hell”.

That’s what the Kiszkas were, Danny thought, angels straight from hell here to pull him into the depths. That was okay though, he was letting it happen because he always thought he’d be going to hell for one reason or another. He just thought it’d be with Sam.

Sam, oh god Sam, he flashed through Danny’s mind. Not as the temptation he used to be, but as a warning message. Like Danny’s conscience was trying to give him one last chance to see what he’d be giving up if he chose to continue now.

Jake could tell a battle was raging through Danny’s mind by the way his body stiffened and his gaze grew distant. He stopped all his movement and let go of Danny’s hand now, giving him the opportunity to pull away if that's what he wanted. “Hey, talk to me, are you alright?”

“Did you ever think about me while we were with them?” Danny questioned out of the blue, referring to being with Sam and Kim.

Jake’s face turned a shade of red that nearly matched his sheets as he remembered all the times he’d fantasized past his better judgment about being with Danny like this again. “Yeah Danny I did, quite a bit”.

Suddenly Jake grew insecure, not because of his confession, but because he remembered now his first time with Danny. The way he’d asked Danny to and let him think about Sam while he fucked him. He’d been okay with it at the time because he didn’t see another way to get Danny in bed with him. This time was different, it had to be after everything that happened. Jake didn’t want to just be a placeholder anymore.

Despite how much he did want to be with Danny Jake was prepared to back away this time if that was still the case, but Danny’s face softened and he looked almost relieved, “I… I did too”.

Jake relaxed again, settling back into his mattress as he wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders. “You did what exactly?” Jake knew what Danny meant, but he wanted to hear him say it clearly as Jake’s own voice returned to its suave tone.

Danny smiled, catching on quickly to Jake’s game. He let his body relax as well, slotting their legs together and grinding his hips down. Jake's grip on his shoulders tightening as they both slipped right back into their trance.

“I thought about you too” Danny clarified, letting his hands find purchase on Jake’s hips to hold him in place and grind down harder causing them both to moan softly.

“Tell me” Jake commanded as he pulled Danny down even closer, “tell me what you thought about”.

“How about I show you?” Danny suggested, letting go of Jake and reaching around to pry his arms off him.

Once he successfully freed himself he looked down at Jake again, almost waiting to see if he would say something else. Something to stop him this time, but Jake only watched him expectantly, biting at his lip as he watched Danny descend down his body.

Danny placed Jake’s wrists one over the other and held them against his lower stomach as his other hand went to work pulling Jake boxers down low enough to free his entire length.

Danny’s eyes flicked forward as he placed a chaste kiss just to the tip, and Jake didn’t shy away. He just stared holes into the top of Danny’s head, trying to keep himself steady as Danny took him in.

It’s like breath wasn’t even necessary the way Danny sucked and kissed and licked with expert skill. Fuck, he had learned a lot since the first time. There was only one problem.

The small ropes of muscle in Jake’s wrists flexed against Danny’s grip. “Danny, wait” he pleaded, twisting his wrists against his stomach.

“What, is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Danny started to panic. Waiting for Jake to push him off. To tell him he couldn’t go around in a circle like this, but Jake only squirmed underneath him, twisting his wrists harder.

“I want to be able to touch you”.

Danny’s panic subsided immediately when he saw Jake’s expression as he released his hands. Jake’s eyes burned like coals as he reached up and cupped his face, pulling him back down into a fiery kiss that reignited a fire between them they didn’t even know still smoldered.

“My turn” Jake lifted onto his elbows and pushed on Danny’s shoulder, causing him to fall to the side. “Don’t you want to know what I thought about you?”

“No Jake,” Danny replied with a mischievous grin as he made himself comfortable on his back now. “I want you to show me”.

“Good” Jake replied, placing a quick kiss to the center of Danny’s chest before jumping off the bed. “Wait there a sec”.

“Jake?” Danny called in confusion. Sitting up, his eyes followed Jake’s form as he trotted across his bedroom to his dresser.

He pulled open the top drawer and pushed a few things around before reaching in towards the back. “My other hiding spot”. Danny could see his smirk on his face from across the room. So Jake was awake enough to hear him earlier. After he found what he was looking for he walked slowly this time back towards Danny on the bed. Stalking like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

“Gonna need this” Jake tossed whatever was in his hand towards Danny, who had to think quickly to catch it before it hit him. It was his tiny bottle of lube. “You want to be on your back or on your knees?”

“How did you picture it?” Danny asked, because he didn’t mind either way. He just wanted, no needed, Jake to get back into the bed with him as quickly as possible.

“Turn over” Jake requested. Danny caught a glimpse of him pulling his boxers all the way off before crawling back over to him as he obliged and positioned himself on his elbows and knees.

“Just like this?” Danny wanted to make sure he was getting the picture right to live out Jake’s fantasy as he handed him back the bottle.

“God- just like this” Jake groaned as he lubed up his fingers and placed one hand against Danny's tailbone, bringing the other to his entrance. Delicately, he danced his fingers around, adding more pressure with each passing motion until he was slipping one inside and Danny was letting out a sigh of relief.

Danny rocked back against Jake’s hand, trying to get him to reach that spot deep inside that he knew would have him unraveling fast. “Jake, more. Please, I want another”.

“Shhh” Jake consoled him, but did push harder, moving his hand on Danny’s lower back to grip his hip for support. “Remember what I told you about patience?”

Danny whimpered, and let his head fall between his arms, looking down to see his hard throbbing cock bouncing with each rock of his hips backwards. “Can I at least touch myself?”

Jake chuckled lowly, reveling in the lack of shame or embarrassment coming from the man below him. He was completely bent to his will after the use of just one of his fingers. “Well, since you thought to ask. Go ahead”.

Danny reached between his chest and the sheets, finding himself with a groan as he tugged, just lightly, he didn’t want to get too carried away.

As soon as he felt the throbbing subside and turn into pure pleasure, he gasped slightly at the introduction of another one of Jake's fingers. He was so focused on relieving himself he didn’t even have the chance to prepare for Jake’s next move and the feeling was so overwhelming he let his hand fall away.

“Why’d you stop touching yourself?” Jake teased as his fingers picked up their pace.

“Because it feels too good” Danny whined again right as Jake pressed in far enough to catch that sweet spot. “Right there! Jake right there!”

Jake leaned over Danny’s crumpled body, sticking his nose right into the disheveled curls behind his ear. “Relax,” he whispered, pressing his hips against Danny’s ass and rocking them forward with every thrust of his fingers, “we don’t want you cumming just yet. I’ve barely gotten started”.

“Fuck Jake, then fuck me already. I can’t hold out much longer”. Danny begged, reaching around to grab onto the fleshy side of Jake’s hip.

“Damn Danny, you really do need it don’t you? Did my brother not fuck you good enough?”

Danny shivered underneath him at his choice of words. Sam only ever brought Jake up to start an argument, but Jake didn’t shy away from the matter. Instead he wielded it like a weapon, taking his best aim at Danny with his third finger positioned before inevitably pulling the trigger and pushing inside.

Before Danny could think of a way to respond, his mind was being filled with white noise at the stretch. He could feel his mouth was open, his jaw hanging loose, but he couldn’t tell if any noise was coming out.

Minutes might have passed, or mere seconds, either way all he knew was Jake was pulling his fingers out slowly, using the leftover lubricant to coat himself up before walking forward on his knees until he was situated perfectly for just the right angle.

“Take a deep breath for me” Danny heard through the sound of his heart beat pounding in his ears. Though he couldn’t be sure if it had come from Jake, or somewhere deep within himself. Once he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he exhaled and Jake pushed inside, slowly, matching his pace with Danny’s breath.

“You’re even better than I imagined” Jake groaned, steadying himself when he was sheathed all the way inside, letting Danny adjust. “What do you think? Am I living up to your standards?”

“I don’t know” Danny responded when he’d gathered himself enough to form coherent sentences again, let alone banter back and forth. “I need you to move first then I’ll find out”.

Jake pulled out and gave an experimental thrust back in, “you want me to ruin you don’t you?” He hoped that he wasn’t going too fast, but he too was reaching his own mental limit. “Want me to make it so that you can’t ever think of anyone else fucking this tight ass?”

Danny responded this time with a moan, balling Jake’s sheets up into his fists until his knuckles were turning white. He wanted to cum already, and surely any slight touch to his leaking cock would send white ropes of release across those same sheets.

He didn’t want this to end yet though, so he kept his grip tight and his hips high as Jake really started thrusting, taking Danny’s continuous moans as the green light to increase the momentum.

The ability to talk escaped the both of them as the room was filled instead with the nefarious sounds of their harmonious moaning and the snapping of Jake’s hips against the back of Danny’s thighs.

“So good. Fuck Danny you’re so good” Jake moaned with each unrelenting thrust.

“I want to cum” Danny begged, feeling his knees starting to slip, and he knew as soon as he was able to grind into the mattress it’d be game over.

Just as he thought his body might give out, Danny felt Jake pull out completely causing him to cry out at the loss. “Roll over, I want to see your face when I make you cum”.

Jake helped Danny back onto his back, grabbing his legs and nearly bending the taller man in half as he reentered from the new position. It took some situating at first, especially with the size difference, but soon enough Jake was thrusting again at an even faster pace hitting the same spot Danny was reeling from earlier.

“You gonna cum for me now? I can feel you clenching around me”. Though his thrusts were quick, his rhythm was staggering. He knew as soon as he felt Danny let go then he wouldn’t be far behind him.

Danny had to admit, he did prefer this view. The perspiration on Jake’s skin seemed to sparkle under the single ray of sunshine that broke through the curtains. He was like some sort of supernatural creature in his beauty and Danny was dazed in awe as he watched Jake let go of one of his legs and run his thumb up his chest to collect a stray bead of sweat.

“Jake-” Danny panted out quickly, trying to get his attention before it was too late and the building tension in the pit of his stomach snapped. “Will you kiss me?”

Jake nearly lost it right there, the need and desperation in Danny’s voice and expression enough to send him hurtling towards his finish as he leaned forward and connected their lips. With that, and the two more expertly delivered blows to his sweet spot, Danny was spilling out between them.

Jake was eating up every little moan and cry straight from Danny’s mouth as he steadied his hips to a slow rock, waiting until Danny had come down from his orgasm until he pulled out and finished right on top of Danny’s.

Tired and spent, Jake collapsed on top of Danny, lazily placing open mouthed kisses to his chest as Danny wrapped his arms around him and hummed his content.

“You want to stay here a little bit longer?” Jake questioned, slipping his arms around Danny’s chest and listening in on his heart slowing back down to a normal beat.

“I’ve got to work later, but I can stay until then” Danny replied, closing his eyes and stretching his body, accessing the damage now that the high was wearing off. He might have overdone it a bit, guess it was a good thing he took some Tylenol beforehand.

“You alright?” Jake asked when he heard Danny wince slightly.

“Yeah, just a little sore is all” he replied, placing a finger underneath Jake’s chin to lift his face for one more peck. “Worth it though”.

“Was I too rough on you?” Jake didn’t think he’d pushed him too hard, but he was really wound up so maybe in his crazed state he had taken it a bit far.

Danny shrugged, “I assume this is how it is for everyone after their first time”.

Jake sat up suddenly, staring Danny down with a confused look on his face. “First time? But I thought… at Christmas you-” He stumbled over his words, the wheels in his head turning as he tried to piece two and two together.

Danny averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing. “I mean, we did things but never really got all the way”.

“Oh- okay then” Jake laid back down, choosing to lay on his side next to Danny this time and give his body some rest. He was surprised to hear Danny hadn’t ‘gone all the way’ or whatever with Sam considering he’d waited so long to be with him. On the other hand, he was honored Danny felt safe enough with him to let him be his first.

“Hey, how’s some food sound?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. He was pretty hungry after drinking all night, even more so now after that little morning workout.

Danny glanced down at the mess still drying across his stomach and added, “maybe a quick shower first?”

Danny stuck around with Jake for the rest of the day, not really doing much of anything but hanging out some more. He tossed his uniform in with a load of Jake’s laundry, including his sheets, and by the end of the afternoon he was getting ready to head to work.

“By the way, we don’t have to say anything to Kim if you don’t want to” Danny tried to casually mention as he dressed, buttoning up his shirt from the bottom up.

“Thanks” Jake replied, arms and legs crossed as he leaned in the door of the bedroom Danny currently occupied. He pushed off the wooden frame and walked towards Danny, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t think we should tell Sam either”.

“Yeah, probably not” Danny agreed. If Sam already hated the idea of them having been together before, he absolutely would not take this well.

Danny didn’t feel bad about what they’d done. If anything he wished circumstances would be different so he could feel good about it. Instead he was just left in the void.

He didn’t want to make anyone choose between him and someone else again. Kim was a good friend to Danny, and her relationship with Jake seemed to be going well compared to his own, so if this morning had to just be their dirty little secret then so be it.

The only thing that did bother Danny was how calm Jake was about it the whole day. He had stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Jake made them breakfast after, trying not to seem too out of place. He sometimes felt awkward after sex, like the first time, or with someone new, or like now what was in a sense his first time again. Only this time the awkwardness didn’t come from his insecurities, it came from the futile attempt to feel normal again after sharing such intimacy with someone like he had with Jake.

“One last kiss before you go?” Jake asked when Danny finished dressing.

Though they spent the whole afternoon together, they’d kept their distance since leaving Jake’s bedroom. He worried if there would be a time when they would be close like that again, so he figured asking now might be his only chance. “For good measure?”

Danny gave him a half smile and met him at the edge of the bed, placing both hands on his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed a kiss into his lips. Jake sighed into the kiss, reaching up to dig the tips of his fingers into the nape of Danny’s neck, trying not to mess up his hair before he had to leave.

“I’ll see you around then yeah?” He tried to act casual again when Danny pulled away despite the way his heart skyrocketed with just that one simple kiss. He’d been holding it together all day, reminding himself over and over that this didn’t have to mean anything. He couldn’t get his hopes up because he knew that things couldn’t be this simple. He and Danny couldn’t just be together, not with everything they had going on. So he had to act casual.

For the next couple of days that Sam was gone Danny kept in contact with Jake. At work and over the phone when he was home alone. He steered clear of visiting him at his apartment again though. Better to stay away from that temptation especially when he was still riding the high from their one morning together.

The day finally came that Sam was returning from California. Danny had also stayed in touch with Sam a bit, so they had made plans for Danny to pick him up from the airport.

Sam’s flight landed early, or at least that’s what the flight information boards at baggage claim said when Danny arrived to wait for him.

“Daniel!” Sam’s voice called from the crowd quickly approaching him. His eyes searched through the unfamiliar faces until he locked eyes with Sam who was all but running towards him with his arms outstretched.

“Hey Sam!” Danny exclaimed, more happy to see him than he’d thought he’d be when Sam jumped into his arms and placed a big kiss right on his lips.

Danny placed his hands on Sam’s waist and took a step back to steady himself. This was certainly not the greeting he’d been expecting.

“LA was amazing Daniel!” Sam gleamed up at him, giving him another loving kiss, “you’re going to love it!”

@alwaysonthemend @psychedelicstardust-gvf @heckingfrick @twistedmelodies

[behoright]

I would die for kids night with boyfriend or husband KK 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

kids night with husband! KK

warnings: smut! breeding/pregnancy

- wrjocnerjkwriwr so you got married quite young

- you’ve been dating since you were in high school and have known each other since you were kids

- the universe always seemed to bring you guys together so you were able to always be physically close no matter where he moved

- and he really took that as a sign to put his all in this relationship

- there’s never any wavering from either of you

- everything has always worked out for you two

- so you got engaged when you were 20-21

- and everyone was SO happy

- it just made sense

- you’re newlyweds and are doing very well you’re really excited to build a life together

- right after the wedding you got off birth control teehee

- you’re not tryingggg not really but if it happens you’d be very happy

- kids night comes around and

- you’ve babysat some of the teammates before together and tbh

- had such a good time

- kk loves babies SO much and babies just seem to love him every. single. time.

- must be his smile

- he’s very good w them and v gentle

- roughs around w the older kids the most. Soooo many play fights

- so you’re excited to see all the kids and especially all the lil fans

- the guys will chirp him a lil bit when you’re all mingling before the game

- “so…. are you guys trying yet?”

- if he gets chirped by another dad he’ll be honest but if it’s one of the single guys he will just smile and stay! quiet!

- ends up having a really good conversation with some of the parents while he watches you help some of the smaller kids walk on the ice safely

-watching him lift up Burnzie’s kid during the surge there was so cute

- and a reminder that deep down he’s a kid at heart too

- that night tho when you get home

- you’re making out in your bed before going to sleep

- he’ll tell you

- “baby, I think I’m really ready”

- he tells you how he realized today that he really does want to be a dad and just like you’ve always done you’re going to figure out the best way to be parents

- “Should we start trying?”

- “I really want to, babe. I want to see you as a mom.”

- you both smile before he instantly attacks you and throws you down on the bed

- you fuck hard that night but nothing too much out of the norm tbh apart from the fact that he bottoms out as much as he can when he cums

- as the days start going by tho….

- “I read twice a day is the best to get pregnant, baby.”

- sjdhsudh he’s so involved and he’s so sweet

- and you can tell it turns him on bc the more you have sex the more energized he seems

- he can fuck for HOURS

- and starts telling you a lot during sex

- “I want it, I want it so bad” while he’s jackhammering into you the headboard banging against the wall his eyes are SHUT in concentration

- “I can still feel the cum from last night inside you, baby, fuck”

- he loves to do missionary bc he feels like he can get the deepest

- you see his arms tense with sweat dripping down his muscles before he leans back and moves your legs so he’s gripping the inside of your thighs

- leaning his weight on your thighs and he’s going all the way inside every time his balls slapping against your ass so hard

- he’d only move his hands to rub your clit and make sure you cum more than once

- he’ll keep you in that position after you’re done to make sure it “all stays inside”

- kk breathes REALLY hard when he’s horny like really really hard

- “I love that I get to fuck you and have you like this”

- “I love that you threw away those pills as soon as we left for our honeymoon”

- “I know you need me, baby. I know you need more cum inside you.”

- “I’ll give it all to you, doll, all of it deep in your tummy until it grows with my baby in it.”

- all in between huffs and puffs

- you spend your day replaying the deep grunts he does when he cums

- he loves to try and get you pregnant so much that tbh you don’t know how you’re going to tell him you missed your period on month 2 of trying………..

- you hope he loves pregnancy sex just as much 🥰🤷🏻‍♀️

[sillytaetime]

J.JK~ Back in time

Desc:// Since graduating high school, you started a part-time job at a cafe. One day during your shift, your high school bully comes in but he’s HOT.

Warnings:// Slight angst, enemies to lovers, fluff

Pairings:// Bully!Jk x Nerdy!reader

WC:// 892

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I’ve never had any boyfriends. In high school, I was kind of seen as the ugly duckling. I was called names, pushed around, and told I wasn’t good enough. It can’t get any worse than that, right? Wrong. Jeon Jungkook made it worse. He was the school’s bully. He turned into a really big jerk after his crush turned him down for being too ugly. In a sense, I felt bad for him. 

I don’t know why i was the one he chose to target, but I was the chosen one, I guess. 

Jungkook gave me many nicknames from freshman year to senior year. His favorite ones were cow, fuckface, and oxygen thief. Over time I grew immune to his insults. Did I believe every word he said? Yeah, but it no longer hurt the way it did freshman year.

I guess it became a kind of feud between us. I started fighting back junior year. 

“Hey fuckface.” “Hey puddle shit.” “Damn, a new nickname? It’s like you never stop thinking about me.” He had a point, I dwell trying to come up with new things to say to him in my free time. “Anyways, too bad we only have 1 month left with each other till we graduate.” You were very aware of this. You’ve been counting down the days till graduation, when you’d no longer have to look this shit stain in the face. 

~ 1 year after graduation ~

Since my high school graduation, i started working at a cafe that’s about a block away from my apartment and 2 blocks away from my college. It pays decent. I’m saving up to be able to get a car. My parents don’t have the money to lend me anything so I’m working to support myself all on my own and I have been since the day I turned 18. 

Maybe the reason I was bullied so much was because my parents never made much. I often had to wear clothes more than once in a week without washing it, my socks had holes in them, and my shoes were practically falling apart but at least I had 2 loving parents who did their best.

Today, I work a really long shift. I have to open the cafe and close up. About 10 hours into my shift, a very hot but familiar man walks through the door and up to my register. “Hey, I’ll get a caramel macchiato, please” “Coming right up, that’ll be $6.25″ The man pays and goes and sits by the window with his drink. 

Everyone had left, except for this guy. I was getting ready to close up, so I walked over to where he had sat these last 2 hours. “Hey, we’re getting ready to close up for the night...” “Oh, right. Sorry, I must have lost track of time.” He looks at me and his jaw drops. “Y/N?” He knows my name?? “Do I know you?” He seems kind of surprised that you don’t remember him. He was so hot I definitely would’ve remembered him. “It’s Jeon Jungkook from high school.” 

Oh, holy fuck. Since when was the Jeon Jungkook this hot? “It’s been a while, how have you been?” “I’ve been well. Mostly studying for my classes.” “Well, look at who’s the nerd now.” I laugh. He laughs too. “Would you maybe want to go for a walk in the park and catch up?” I nod and start making my way towards the door.

Why would i turn him down? I don’t really hold grudges against people, high school is high school. Sure, he was a jerk, but I wasn’t nice to him either.

For about half an hour, we just walked in silence, enjoying the sunset until he spoke up. “Listen, I feel really bad about how I treated you in high school.” “It’s ok, i didn’t treat you well either.” “No, it’s not ok. I deserved every name you called me. You never deserved that. I got my feelings hurt and I just immediately started treated you badly because I was embarrassed you didn’t like me back.” 

Wait... Was I the girl? “What do you mean I didn’t like you back?” “I left those flowers and note in your locker, and you threw them away. Remember?” Oh shit. I thought that was a practical joke and that no one actually liked me. “Oh my god, i feel so bad now.” “Don’t, it taught me a lot.” “Really?” “Yeah, it taught me that if i really want something I need to go up and do it myself instead of just leaving a stupid note.” “I guess that’s a pretty valuable lesson.” “Yeah, I’m really glad i ran into you actually, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” 

He stops walking and turns to me. “I can’t live my life regretting the way I told you in high school, so I want to ask you out properly.” This is not happening... I can’t believe I’m about to be asked out by my high school bully. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?” “Yes.”

I could see his eyes light up. I guess everyone has the thing they truly want, this is his. Who knows what could come from this, but I’m willing to give it a try.

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 19 of 'Artifical Wingman'!

For the full story, click here!

Enjoy!

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Jason awoke the next morning to rare rays of actual sunlight peeking through the eternal smog of Gotham's sky's. Stretching, he groaned a bit as his sore muscles twinged, his hand briefly coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes. For a moment, he debated rolling over and going back to sleep, his bed almost too comfortable to leave. But then the events from the day prior were still prominent in his thoughts. Sighing, he pushed himself up, knowing that he couldn't pass back out when there were things that he needed to do today.

He stumbled his way to the door, flinging it open with a hot shower forefront on his mind. Only to pause as the smell and sound of fresh bacon hit him. The man froze, his body becoming taut with tension as he tried to remember if he had invited someone over. It obviously wasn't Damian, as Lover boy probably hadn't left his boyfriend's side. And he seriously doubted it was Roy, the man had a habit of bombarding his phone to make sure that he wasn't halfway across Gotham doing something else. It couldn't be Dick, he had no idea how to cook, and Replacement wouldn't bother making something to eat, instead probably firing up the coffee pot while he waited for Jason. Stephanie knew she had a semi-permanent ban since the 'Glitter Incident', where she had decided that his hood and jacket weren't visually pleasing. Duke was a good possibility, but he had school around this time, didn't he?

Jason grabbed one of his pistols as he began to sneak towards the kitchen, ready to beat the pulp out of some sort of mentally deficient robber, because what criminal broke into a random apartment in the middle of Crime Alley to cook a decent breakfast?

Peaking around the corner, he could just catch a flash of short, jet black hair from behind the opened refrigerator door. His foot inched forwards, preparing his body to launch at the stranger, and just happened to push down on one of the old, squeaky floorboards.

The person ducked into his fridge stood up abruptly, spinning around to look at him, and Jason found himself lowering his weapon with a sigh of relief. Of course, it was just Cass.

'That's right.' He remembered. 'She showed up last night after Demon brat left.' Tucking the pistol into his waistband, he stood from his fighting stance, letting the tension drop for his shoulders. "Hey, Cass. Forgot you were here."

Cass gave him a slightly amused look as she nodded at him. "Good morning." She greeted, her voice soft and low. The girl glanced down at the eggs in her hand. "I'm making breakfast."

Jason chuckled. "Yeah, I can see that." Leaving her to get back to cooking, he turned and headed back down the hallway. Now that he was sure it was just one of his siblings, his most tolerable sibling at that, he was going to take that hot shower.

About thirty minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, steam trailing around him as he scrubbed at his damp hair with a towel. Walking back to the kitchen, he sat down and looked at the simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast that Cass had made and was currently enjoying. His sister looked up from her own plate briefly as he sat, and gestured towards the rest of the food with her free hand. An obvious invitation if Jason had ever seen one. Grabbing his plate, he served himself a decent helping before tucking in himself.

They ate in companionable silence, both deciding to wait until after breakfast to talk. It was obvious that she knew a bit more about the Demon brat situation, considering the fact that she had something of his that he had left behind, and that she had brought it here to Jason instead of taking it to the cave, like Dick or Timmers would have done. But the real question on Jason's mind was what exactly she knew. It wouldn't be so far-fetched to believe that she probably knew more than he did at this point. After all, someone had to have been running interference for Damian to have gone this long without being found.

Swallowing the last bite of his food, Jason stood and carried his plate to the sink, setting it aside for later. He turned and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he tried to think of how to start this conversation. 'Well, might as well be blunt about it.'

"So, you know." Cass twister on the stool she was perched on, turning to face him as she finished her breakfast.

"Yeah." She signed. "I know."

"Great." He nodded along. "So, could you tell me what's going on? Because I heard the whole story from two different people, and I still have no idea what is happening."

Cass frowned a bit, her eyebrows scrunching together as she thought about what to tell him. Which was completely understandable, Jason couldn't blame her for being cautious. He would be a bit of a hypocrite if he did.

"Damian is in love." She signed suddenly, a small smile shining through at Jason's sudden snort of laughter. "And from what I've observed, his feelings are reciprocated."

"Yeah, I kinda figured on that one." Jason nodded, pushing off the counter and walking back around the kitchen island. "Andike I said, I've heard most of the story from him already, along with some context from the kid's sister." If Cass was surprised at that little detail, she hid it incredibly well. "What I wanna know is how you got caught up in it. Along with what's in the bag," he pointed to the black duffle sitting on his couch as he spoke. "I really hope you didn't try to copy my duffle bag stint."

His sister's eyes twinkled with amusement as she shook her head. "No heads." Standing, she made her was over to the bag, picking it up off the couch and bringing it back to the kitchen. "I was the first one to find Damian after his sudden disappearance. He was shopping in a more run-down part of Gotham, helping Danny to get some things. I had promised not to tell anyone where he was, and later he called me to find something for him." Pausing in her story, Cass pushed the duffle bag across the marble countertop. Jason tried not to flinch at the sound of glass and metal rattling around as it moved.

Carefully, he pulled the bag towards himself, unzipping it slowly as if it contained a bomb. Knowing this family, that wasn't a far off possibility.

It wasn't a bomb, thankfully. Instead, the man was met with a… gun? Pulling it out of the bag, Jason grimaced at the clean slice through it. Damage clearly made by Damian's favored katana, if he wasn't mistaken. "...what am I looking at?" He asked, taking his eyes off the clunky weapon to raise a questioning brow at his sister.

"I am not sure." She admitted, a small frown marring her face. "Damian told me that it belonged to Danny, and that it could potentially be dangerous." Tugging the bag opened a bit more, she grasped something carefully, pulling it up and out of the bag before settling it on the counter. "There was something else about it though. It is obviously a gun of some kind, but instead of a cartridge it had this." She gestured to the object.

Jason felt the blood drain from his face as he observed the item. There wasn't much to look at per se, just a large glass bottle of some kind, bearing the same katana damage as the rest of the gun. But the sickeningly familiar green substance stuck to the sides of the glass and pooling at the bottom was a bit alarming.

"Is that-" Jason cut himself off, only staring at the congealed liquid, which oddly enough seemed to be glowing now that it was out of the bag. The pit rose up slightly from its usual resting place in his chest, an acidic feeling almost similar to heartburn, at his proximity to the glass. Strangely though, he didn't feel the rage that always seemed to accompany it. Instead there was an intense feeling of… longing? Distantly, he was aware that this was a similar feeling to what he felt the first time he had seen Jasmine, only now it was a lot stronger.

Cass drew his attention back to her by placing her hand over the glass, blocking a bit of his vision of it. The pit rumbled grumpily in him but settled back down now that the green was no longer visible. "Don't worry." She said aloud, giving him a small smile. Seeing him calm down, she switched back to using her hands. "I took a small sample and ran it in the cave. Though it has a similar makeup to the pits, it is not an exact match." She paused, as if considering something. "In fact, it seems to be missing some of the more deadly properties that the pits have. Though it did prove to be radioactive." Jason's sudden alarm must have been visible, because she was quick to add on, "it doesn't seem to be dangerous. At least no more dangerous than a bunch of bananas. Deadly in large amounts, but relatively harmless in small doses."

Jason allowed himself a second to release a relieved breath, silently thanking whatever God was out there that Cass was cautious and aware of things she did. He really didn't want to have some sort of radiation poisoning on top of the pit rage and whatever hellish situations his family managed to drag him into. Wait, speaking of which…

"Hey, Cass? I really need to meet up with the demon brat soon." The girl nodded, her head cocked to the side in a curious manner. "Would you like to come with me?"

Squinting, she thought about it for a moment. "Where?"

"Danny wound up at Harley and Ivy's place last night after the whole Joker fiasco." He began packing up the broken gun as he spoke. "Damian made it there last night, and Danny's sister is there as well. If they haven't left by now, they should still be there."

Cass waited until he had the bag zipped back up to answer him. "Sure. I want to officially meet Danny anyways."

Jason smiled at her. "Great! Just let me get dressed and we'll go."

"Okay," she signed. Suddenly, she got a mischievous smirk on her face. "On the way, you can tell me more about this sister of his." Jason couldn't help the sudden flash of heat in his face, abruptly turning and leaving the room quickly to avoid saying anything. His exit didn't help his case, if Cass's quiet laughs were anything to go by.

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Damian awoke slowly, the peaceful haze of sleep gently rising as he blinked in the rare morning light that shone through the window. Against his chest a slightly cool body pressed tightly into him, almost as if searching for heat.

Damian sighed happily as his beloved cuddled closer, tilting his head down so that when his tired eyes slid open, letting his gaze slide over Danny's sleeping form. His face was calm and relaxed, soft snores falling from him as he slept and small pool of drool leaked from the boy's gaped mouth, leaving a wet spot on his Robin uniform. An action that he should have found distasteful, but he instead found himself smiling fondly at. For a moment, he allowed himself to be glad that none of his siblings were here to see this, fully aware that they would never let him live it down. After all, there was a file in Oracle's computer labeled 'Blackmail' for a reason.

His gazing was rudely interrupted not long after he woke up, much to his displeasure, by an infamous blond loudly announcing herself as she strutted into the living room. "Good mornin'~" she called, the loud noise rousing Danny. "Rise n' shine! We've got breakfast!"

The teen curled further into his chest, but turned his head towards the woman. "Food?" He rasped, blinking open cloudy blue eyes. Damian frowned at the dazed look, wondering how much longer his drugged state would last.

"Yep! Bacon and pancakes for tha kiddie, and bagels and fruit salad for tha birdie!" She set the plates down on the table in front of them, wisely keeping her distance as much as she could. 'At least she knew how to acknowledge a threat.' Damian's death glare could have also had a hand in her decision, but that was neither here nor there. "Wasn't sure what whatcha wanted to drink, so I got Danny some milk, an' Ivy is makin' some tea right now." Without waiting for a reply from either of them, she skipped back the way she had come, presumably the kitchen.

Damian waited for a few minutes after she left before he reluctantly sat up, pulling a dazed Danny up with him. The teen whined as he was shifted, mumbling something intelligible as he leaned back against the couch upright.

Leaning forwards, Damian grabbed both of their plates and brought them closer, putting a fork in Danny's limp hand. As if on autopilot, Danny immediately lifted the fork to his mouth, making a confused little "mhr-up" sound when he was met with nothing but metal. Damian watched in amusement as the teen pulled the fork out of his mouth to glare at the noticeably bent utensil.

When it became obvious that the teen wasn't going to do more than glare at the fork, Damian sighed. Carefully, he took the fork from the halfa's grasp, stabbing a bite of his food, and returning it to the teen's hand. Again, he brought the fork up to his mouth, this time making a happy sound as he tasted the sweet syrup-covered quick bread. The bite of food seemed to bring him a bit more awareness than before, as his next portion of food he retrieved himself. Satisfied that his beloved could feed himself, Damian applied himself to his own breakfast. By the time Harley returned with his tea, both teens were finishing their plates off.

"Here ya go! Damn, you boys must've been hungry, huh? I'll let Ives know that her cookin' was appreciated." Handing Damian his mug, she ruffled Danny's already sleep-messy hair as she walked by him, electing a half-hearted grumble of complaint at the action.

Damian expected her to leave the room again, head back to wherever Ivy was currently, but instead she shuffled her way over to a worn armchair and sat down with a huff. Kicking her feet up on the table, the woman stretched and wiggled, settling more comfortably into her seat, before grabbing the TV remote.

The three of them sat in a semi-uncomfortable silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the low hum of chatter from some news station, and Danny's odd little half-purrs, half-snores, as he began to nod off again. Damian was part-way to joining him when Harley spoke up. "So, what's up with you two?"

"I fail to see how our relationship is any of your business," he snapped back almost immediately, feeling oddly defensive. 'Strange,' he mused to himself. 'Maybe this is one of the side effects of the potion?' He didn't have much of an opportunity to analyze his reaction more before Harley replied to his snappish deflection.

"That excuse went out tha window tha moment you came rolling in." The woman snorted, moving her feet back down to the floor as she leaned closer. "So, tell me. I want all tha deets." Her eyes held a familiar hunger in their light blue depths.

It took all of Damian's self control not to groan aloud. "I see. You are here for the 'gossip', then?" It seems that hanging around Brown had some merit after all. "You want the 'tea' on me and Danny?" Hopefully neither Brown nor Cain would ever hear the slang he used. It was bad enough that he knew what it meant to begin with.

Harley snorted at his phrasing, but nodded vigorously. "Spill! A girl's gotta know!" As if to emphasize her excitement, she leaned forwards over her knees, scooting to the edge of the chair's cushion in an attempt to be as close as possible.

Damian rolled his eyes, but ultimately caved in. Just because he knew he could ignore the woman, doesn't mean that it wouldn’t be annoying to do so. Sometimes it was easier to negotiate than to deny. A lesson he had learned very well by now, having dealt with the Batgirls. "What do you want to know?" He asked reluctantly.

"Well, preferably everything! But…" She tapped her nail to her chin in a faux thoughtful way before snapping her fingers and pointing at him. "How about how you two love birds met!"

Sighing, Damian settled more comfortably into his seat, relaxing as Danny slid down to lean on his shoulder. "Well, we met at the park just outside of Crime Alley…"

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(I know that there are probably some spellimg/grammar mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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