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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Bringing in the new year with Simon.
Just a little something to tide us over till tomorrow. đ
5âŠ4âŠ3âŠ2âŠ1⊠Happy New Year!
The television blasted out the sounds of the happy, cheering gathering of people while boisterous music played behind them just as the clock struck midnight. Two long-stemmed glasses filled with cheap champagne sat bubbling on the crowded coffee table, untouched. Even right outside the window the sounds of celebrating could be heard as people took to the streets to spread their joy through the cold night. And yet everything was completely forgotten and faded into the background as the two people sitting on the couch became lost in one another.Â
Simon's large hands were wrapped around your delicate cheeks, pulling your face tight against him as heated, moist lips captured yours over and over without a single thought to what was happening outside the space between you both. All he could comprehend in that moment, all that he cared about, was the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body, the soft touches from your fingertips grazing over bare skin that made his mind fuzzy.Â
He had gotten a little too eager, started the celebration a little too soon, as it was the first year he wasn't stuck in the barracks alone and isolated as those all around him celebrated with those that meant something to them. Now he was with someone who he cared about more than anything in this world and so things had already gotten ahead of themselves⊠not that either of your minded.
Eyes staying closed, he grabbed your hands within his, lacing his fingers into the empty space between yours, and gave them a tug in a silent request to move in closer. Carefully, with mouths still connected, he helped to situate you over top of his broad lap so that you were comfortable. Straddling his thick thighs between your legs, knees shoved into the couch cushions on either side, you wrapped your arms around his neck as your fingers sought to play with the short strands of hair at the back of his head.Â
Your touch was met with a deep-throated moan from him, causing his hands to reach behind you so that his palms could fill themselves with as much of your ass as he could hold between them through the fabric of your dress, massaging that voluptuous curvature in slow, circular motions as he pushed down to guide your hips to gently grind against him. The scant fabric at the crotch of your panties meant that you could feel him press up into you the longer you moved, that bulge growing steadily since he first pulled you into his kiss.
His exploring mouth began to travel down from your lips to your jaw and then on to your neck where he nuzzled into the crook of it as he latched on. Sharp teeth nibbled at the tender flesh at the base of your neck, quick bites that had you tingling from head to toe.
A loud group outside shouted and laughed, which caught your attention and drew you back into the reality outside of Simonâs body. âI think we missed it,â you moaned breathlessly into the room as his lips sent another wave of pleasure rolling straight through you. âItâs already past midnight.â
âDidnât miss a fuckinâ thing, sweetheart,â he groaned as his hands roamed up a little higher to secure themselves around your waist. âThis is the only way I wanna bring in the new year.â
Minutes passed by wholly ignored as if time itself had stopped while large hands pawed at your lap as your hips rolled over top of him. The friction was divine and mixed with the overwhelming feeling of your lips embracing his own and it wasnât long until it felt like his entire body was on fire.Â
Suddenly you felt Simon shift beneath you and all at once your body being shoved back down onto the cushions as he loomed over top, crushing your body into the surface as he positioned himself in between your legs.Â
Your lips were left cold as he broke the kiss to sit back on his calves as calloused digits pushed the bottom hem of your dress up to your waist, leaving your hips exposed with nothing but a small bit of underwear to cover them. His breath got caught in his throat for a moment as he took in all that beautiful, warm skin, the flush of your cheeks, the swollenness of your lips.
His angel heaven sent.
There was a saying Simon had heard that said what you did on the first day of the new year dictated how it would go throughout the rest and though he didn't believe in old wives tales, he wasn't about to jinx a good thing. He wanted the next 12 months to be filled to the brim with moments like this.Â
âLetâs start this year off right, yeah pretty girl?â he smirked as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties to slide them down your tights and right off your legs.
âWith a bang.â
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Close to You | Denki x Chubby!Reader
Summary; Denki doesnât play when it comes to threats to your relationship, even at the expense of his friends.
Warnings: smut (p in v, implied cunnilingus, breeding kink (I mean itâs međ) slight quirkplay) mean!Denki (but really only to his friend, he takes it out on your pussy thoughđŁ) dickhead!bakugo. Not proofread!
SN: I will be posting the Jungkook fic soon!!đbut this is just a little snack I had preplanned until thenđđ
You werenât quite sure how you got here.
As soon as Denki stormed through your door, everything had been a bit of a blur. The only things you were able to make out of the senseless rambling was âfucking dickheadâ âcan make her come harder than anythingâ âgonna fuckinâ breed herâ.
That, that had your pussy quivering.
While you were busy pondering what brought on this sudden shift in your boyfriendâs mood, Denki was thinking of all the different ways he was going to show everyone just how much youâre his.
â â
âDoes he always talk to you like that?â Denki looks up at you from where his head is resting on your lap. âWho?â He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.Â
Youâd both decided it was time for you to meet his friends and he couldnât have been more excited about it. You met with the group at a homey sports bar for the more relaxed atmosphere and besides a few minor flubs, he thought you all got along well. You and Mina made plans to get your nails done together, you recommended the rolling papers you use to Sero, and Kirishima hadnât found someone with his sense of humor in ages. You even managed to bring Bakugo out of his shell, bouncing recipes off of one another seamlessly. So he wondered what went wrong.
âBakugo, I donât really like how he talks to you.â You try to convey without looking controlling. âLike when he calls you stupid and things like that. I mean he even had you running around, getting stuff for him today like youâre some âerrand boyâ.â âThatâs just how he is,â Denki waves you off. He was used to Bakugoâs antics after having gone to school with him, so he knows better than to take it to heart. âAnd he doesnât genuinely mean it when he calls me dumb.â He chuckles, focusing his attention back to whatâs playing on TV. You sigh, a bit unsatisfied with his answer. âYou know your friends better than I do,â You start, carding your fingers through his blonde tresses. âI just donât think itâd kill him to be a bit kinder to you. Youâre not in high school anymore, you donât have to cater to him.â You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. But what you said got him thinking.
â âÂ
If Denki was being honest, he was pretty accustomed to the way things were. And if he hadnât met you, he was sure that this wouldâve been his everyday life.
You hadnât meant to initially, but you made him realize that there was a sort of hierarchy within his friend group with Bakugo at the head and after being with you for so long, he realized he was actually getting fucking sick of it.
Sure, Bakugoâs kind of behavior is expected when youâre a hormonal teen struggling with new emotions, but now itâs time to get a fucking grip.
He hadnât even meant for everything to go down the way it did, but Katsukiâs nothing if not a shit starter.
â â
âand then Minaâs gonna pick her up so they can get their nails done. Iâm pretty sure theyâre gonna head back to (Y/N)âs place to get ready and we can pick them up from there.â Kirishima explained to Denki, whilst simultaneously narrowly dodging a blue shell in Mario Kart. Denki grunts in frustration, his character having slipped on a banana peel. âThat sounds good, gives us plenty of time-â Heâs cut off by Katsukiâs brash voice sounding from the couch. âHey, Dunceface, go and get me a milk carton from the kitchen.â
Now, normally Denki wouldâve made a playful comment about Katsuki being lazy before getting up and doing what he was told, but after being with you, after spending so much time working on bettering himself not just for you, but for himself, heâs not just gonna be walked all over anymore.
âNah Iâm in the middle of something, anyways, Kiri. I was think-â âHAH?! Did ya fuckinâ hear me? I wasnât asking-â âIs it really that serious, Bakugo? Iâm doing something so just get it yourself.â He scoffs, rolling his eyes at Bakugoâs immaturity. Both Kirishima and Sero watch the display with baited breath, unsure why Kaminari suddenly has a death wish. Bakugoâs eyes widen at the blatant disrespect, sparks threatening to shoot from his hands, however, Kaminari doesnât back down.
Katsuki narrows his eyes before a humorless chuckle escapes him, âOh, I get it. Ever since Chubs decided to fuck with your dumbass you think youâre a big man. But no matter who you fuck, Dunceface youâll always be the idiot who canât function after using their quirk.â Bakugo practically spits.Â
If Katsuki had said something like this around a year ago, Denki wouldâve probably sulked and went to do what Bakugo had told him to, but now, he felt nothing but pure indifference. âYou know something Bakugo, I really used to admire you,â Kaminari starts, a smug smirk making its way to Bakugoâs lips. âI really thought I wanted to be strong like you. But now, now I just feel sorry for you. I mean you spend everyday comparing yourself to Midoriya, youâre shitty to everyone who fucking cares about you and youâre so insufferable to everyone else that no one else genuinely WANTS to get near you.â A humorless chuckle leaves Denkiâs own lips, grateful to finally get this off his chest. âYou think people want to be around you because youâre cool when the only reason they can even stand to be near you is because of how dangerous your QUIRK is. People wouldnât give a fuck about you otherwise.â Kaminari stands, collecting his stuff before moving towards the door, âIâll see you guys later,â He emphasized to Kirishima and Sero. âMaybe you can get him to be an actual decent human being.â He scoffs, walking out of Kirishimaâs apartment.
Bakugoâs left stunned, Kirishimaâs shocked and Seroâs impressed. Though, it doesnât take long for Bakugoâs shock to turn to anger, explosions ready to burst from his hands. âHeâs. Fucking. DEAD!!â He exclaims, and thatâs all it takes to snap Kirishima out of his stupor, trying his best to calm the explosive blonde down.
â â
Itâs difficult for you to form a coherent thought with the sound of skin slapping against your ears.
Youâre on your knees, arch pressed deep into your back as Denki slams his cock deep inside you. You gasp at the intrusion, but you have no time to recover as he sets an unforgiving pace. âHeâs a fucking bitch. Doesnât know shit.â He growls under his breath, hips canting against the fat of your ass, the sight of the rippling skin making his mouth water. Youâre trying to talk, want to ask him what happened at Kirishimaâs place, but then heâs slamming against that gummy spot deep inside and you keen.Â
Youâre limp, practically dead weight as Denki flips you over onto your back. He has your knees pressed against your chest, your pudgy tummy folded over as he slams his hips against yours, the fat jiggling deliciously.Â
âPlease,â you gasp, trying to catch your breath as he aims directly for your g-spot, your cunt clenching at his unforgiving pace. âFucker thinks he knows shit about us, Iâll fucking show âim.â Denki mutters under his breath, cock throbbing at the warm wetness surrounding it.
Heâs ravenous, tongue laving at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. You whine as his hands reach to pinch your nipples, your clit twitching signs of your impending release. âPlease, baby. Let me cum, please.â You beg, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The sight has Denki feeling a bit merciful, after all, you werenât the one to rile him up.Â
So he pulls back a bit, sitting back on his haunches to grind his cock deep inside you, hitting spots you couldnât dare reach on your own. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, using little shocks from his quirk on the bundle of nerves.
The feeling sends a new wave of arousal gushing from your already sore cunt, but youâre nothing if not greedy for his cum. âWant you to cum in me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.â You murmur, cradling his face in your palms. You do your best to keep eye contact, though, with the way his cock is drilling inside you, the action is difficult. You connect your lips together and the act has Denkiâs hips stuttering before he thrusts once, twice and heâs filling you up, snatching your nth orgasm unexpectedly from you.
You slowly pull away from each other, though Denki is sure to keep his cock nestled deep inside you, flipping you both over so that youâre on top of him. You trace shapes on his bare chest, slowly coming down from your highs. âYou wanna tell me what that was all about?âÂ
Denki sighs as he thinks back on what led him here. There was no doubt that the dynamic in the friend group has shifted, whether that was in his favor or not remained to be seen but what he could see was right in front of him.
You.
You were his present and his future, and as he slips his cock out of your sore cunt and the rush of his cum gushes from you like a river, his mouth waters at the idea of this being his new everyday. He shakes his head as he pushes you to lay back, situating himself between his new home.
âJust wanted to be close to you.â
â â
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kinktober <3
biting
oscar x reader
warnings: biting...Oscar being hot, oral
a/n: can you tell a have a favoriteâŠ.
oh! @twinkodium this oneâs for you đ
Oscar has an oral fixation.Â
Sure, he was obsessed with eating you out, and sucking on your nipples until they were raw but, bititng? ThisâŠ.This was new.
You noticed it earlier that day when he was driving the both of you into the paddock. You had your phone down in your lap, scrolling through social media when Oscars hand knocked your phone away and laced his fingers with yours. It was a sweet gesture meant for only you.
He placed gentle kisses along your knuckles and the back of your palm. You cooed and started to speak up when you felt him nibble at your fingers.
You let out a small gasp at the new sensation, the way he would nip at your finger tips and lick over them as if to apologize for being rough. By the time he let your hand free, your face was red and all the air had gotten caught in your throat. Oscar looked normal as ever, just released your hand and kept driving like all was well.Â
By the time you arrived and gotten situated in the Mclaren garage, you had a far away look in your eyes, pupils dialated. All you could think about was his lips on your fingers, the way his teeth felt as they dug into your skin, how on fire you felt from a small act. Was it just a small need to feel your skin under his lips? Or the start of desprate possessiveness?
You hoped it was the latter, Oscar is known to be very level headed, you wished you could see a little of his dark side.Â
âLove?â Speak of the devil and he shall appear.Â
âThereâs my favorite Aussie, donât tell Daniel.â You stood up and placed a small kiss on his cheek. He leaned into you, leaning his head down to your neck. You rubbed a hand up and down his back, assuming he was quite a bit nervous seeing he was starting P1. You were wrong, wrong wrong wrong.Â
âOzzyâŠ.â You warned as you started to feel butterfly kisses dragging behind your ear. This was out of the ordinary, this wasnât the reserved Oscar Piastri you knew. He nibbled on your ear and pulled away. âSorry sorry, couldnât help it.â He pulled away and shrugged.Â
Oscar was eventually called over to put on his helmet, he gave you a wink and and got in his car. Fuck, how were you supposed to concentrate on the race?
You stood by the Mclaren staff as you watched Oscar pull into the P2 spot, screaming his name like your life depended on it. He saw each personnel on the team before pulling off his helmet and spotting you. He pulled you over the barricade, over the sea of people, and kissed you like he never would again. You tenses for a moment, again, new things developed in OscarâŠthis being the most bold. You closed your eyes and held his face like he was the most precious flower you just picked out of the garden.Â
Oscar started to pull away, in doing so, pulled you bottom lip with him. You could hear the Mclaren staff and Red Bull, whistling, âohing and ahingâ, like we were 2 children who just got caught on the playground together. He stood tall, squeezing your waist and pulling you close, like he was making sure people knew who you were leaving with.Â
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He had been riling you up all day and he knew it. Especially by the way he stood on the podium, raised his trophy in the air and pointed to you.Â
âSo, how do you want to celebrate? I think Lando is gonna get severely drunk tonight and he might need a buddy.â You poked as you walked hand in hand to the car. New.
âMmmm I donât really feel like going out sweetheart, just wanna spend time with you before we have to part again.â He said as he looked down at you with a sickly sweet smile. God fucking-mother fuck-
You simply nodded and let him guide you to his car, pondering what was gonna happen back at the hotel room.Â
You didnât have to wonder for long, Oscar nearly broke every speed limit law there was just to rush you up to your room, pushing you against the wall, hands above your head. You sat nose to nose, feeling his breathe on your lips. âSoâŠâ You said out of breath. âThis is new. Not that I donât like it! Just..new.â He smiled and leaned down to brush his lips against yours.Â
âYou bring it out in me baby.â He squeezed your wrist before sliding his hands in yours. You quietly gasped, being brought back to the moment in the car earlier that morning. He watched your pupils dilate, watching your body slowly become ooze in his hands.Â
He pulled you away from the door, spun you around and held your hands behind your back. Oscar nosed along your neck, thinking he was being sly with his small pecks here and there. Where in fact he was just finding the perfect place to-bite.Â
You yelped, âOsc!â He laughed and pushed you towards the bed with your bound wrists. He couldnât help but pull off all your clothes in haste, desprate, pleading to see all of you.Â
âMy darling, look at you.â He bent down and kissed your stomach, nip at the flesh with intent. Intent to mark what belongs to him. You watched as his tongue swirled around the small indents he made along your delicate skin. The trail of spit he left as he kissed his way up to you.Â
âPlease Ozzy-itâs not fair. Been winding me up all day.â You pouted and he mirrored your expression. âPoor baby, whatâs got you in a tizzy?â He spoke softly as his markings got harsher. He bit and sucked on your chin, turned his head a little sideways and just about took your whole throat in his mouth. He was insatiable, it was like he was a cannibal that hadnât eaten in days.Â
You moaned and bucked your hips up into his shorts covered bulge. âAh, I see.â He spoke arrogantly. âYou like how it feels when I mark you? Huh baby? Didnât think Iâd be into it either but,â He sucked on your bottom lip. âfuck I canât get enough of you. Everything is just so soft.âÂ
He eventually got his shirt and shorts off, to which had you rolling over in your metaphorical grave. He lay between your thighs, over his shoulders, taking a pound of flesh from each. âOscar, fuck please, everyone will see these tomorrow.â He pinched a deep mark he made on your stomach to stop your whines. âI decide when Iâm done.â He narrowed his eyes for a moment and mumbled. âBut you smell to good.â Without a word, he fucking ruined you.Â
Oscar was never a fast pace lover, he liked to take it slow, watch every microexpression on your face. But I guess today was a good time to try new things.Â
Oscar didnât stop until he had your legs shaking. Gently nipping at your clit, using his fingers and tongue, sucking on existing marks to make them darker. If you could see you body now, youâd be able to see the indents of hs teeth in various places, the bright blooming bruises heâd left behind in his hasted attempt to get close to you.Â
He gently kissed all your battle scars, letting you come down from the days events. âYou akright baby? Wasnât to rough with you?â You laughed, bellowing laugh.Â
âOscar, youâve had me pined from the start, I donât know what has gotten into you lately but..I like this new you.â He rolled his eyes and kissed you sweetly.Â
âDonât worry, youâll have normal me back soon, just..I donât know, I liked seeing you all flushed from the heat, wearing these small little sundresses. Getâs any man going.âÂ
You stroked his cheek gently, wiping away the dirt and sweat. You let your hand wander over his brow and forehead, working away the worry lines for a moment.Â
âSpeaking ofâŠâ You trailed your hand down his toned chest before he stopped you. âYeah about thatâŠâ He looked at you sheepishly. You simply chuckled and pulled him down to lay with you.Â
Oscar laid his head on your chest, face squared in the middle of your boobs, tracing over the faint lines. âYou know, everyones gonna make fun of you for this tomorrow. Especially Lando.â Oscar just groaned and went on for round 2.
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YOOOO THE âfiguring out how to control his strengthâ fic was SO GOOD, I saw spanking at the end of that, a wee request to expand on that idea mayhaps đ
Kissing you for enabling me, mwah mwah mwah. I tried going with gender neutral reader for the last one but had to switch to female for this one. Hope that's ok! I'm happy you enjoyed the last one hopefully this one hits the spot!đ
[Masterlist] [A follow up to this]
18+ Only | 1.5k | Homelander x female!Reader | Communicating during sex. Spanking. Riding. Unprotected sex. A dash of dirty talk.
Homelander has been trying to get his paws under your clothes for the past hour of the movie you were adamant you should be watching together. âItâs my favorite movie!â You had said earlier. And not that he has anything against sharing your interests, he loves having every piece of you to himself. But now you are warm and soft against him, cuddling and leaning into him in a way that pretty much puts you in his lap.
He inhales the lingering fragrance of the expensive hair products he got for you. Something in him stirring at the thought of how utterly heâs changing your life, marking you with his touch with every little change heâs making to your routine. Ever since heâs had you move into his penthouse heâs been meddling with every aspect of your life, wanting to add his touch. Just as a reminder that you were his. So anytime you spritz his choice of perfume you think of that and in turn he gets reminded everyday that you make the choice to be his again and again and again.
So itâs no surprise that heâs now peppering your neck and cheek with kisses, pulling you closer no matter how much you protest. âCome on babe, fuck the movie. We can finish it another time.â
âBut itâs my favoriteâŠâ You pout like a child, trying to pull away but heâs having none of it.
âShhh. Come on now, donât be like this.â Heâs nuzzling into your neck. His hands wrap around your body, resting on top of your tits, giving your nipples a pinch through the fabric. âBe a good girl for me.âÂ
Now that sends a shiver down your spine, slowly pooling heat in between your legs. It also gives you a great idea.Â
âYeah? Well, maybe you should spank me for misbehaving.â Youâre not facing him but the cheekiness of your grin is audible.
However as much as youâd prefer him to lean into the dirty roleplay of it all, he pulls away, tensing up.
You turn to face him.
âAre you sure? You know I could hurt you.â Heâs carrying his worry openly. But just like with the choking you know thereâs nothing this man wouldnât do for you.Â
âWeâve been over this baby. Sometimes the pain just makes things feel better.â You caress his cheek, giving him a sweet kiss flush on the lips before you pull away and take matters into your own hands. You lay yourself over his lap, face down, wiggling your ass right in front of him.
Tucking your fingers underneath both the waistband of your soft luxurious loungewear and the panties heâs picked for you, you pull both pieces down to reveal the bare skin of your ass.
âSoâŠmaybe you could spank me for not giving you enough attention?â You try to tease him into it, shaking your hips gently to give him the green light.
This does the trick. Homelander places both his hands on your cheeks, giving them a squeeze, really just playing with the softness of the flesh before he remembers what heâs meant to be doing.
Slap.
âHoly shit! Oh-ohhkayy. Fuck. T-that was pretty hard.â His hand is rigid, hard, unforgiving. With his added strength it was definitely a lot for the first slap. So sharp it jerks tears out of your eyes.Â
âFuckâIâm sorry! Iâm sorry.â You can hear the fear and panic in his voice. In this instance itâs both at the idea of hurting you and at disappointing you with not being able to do the act justice.
You gather yourself, as the sting slowly eases off.Â
âNo, no. Itâs okay. It wasnât bad, it was just a lot. Just rub it a bit. It helps with the stinging.â His hand is barely touching you now, almost worried that he could cause more damage but he rubs your sore skin anyway. His touch is soothing. His hands are perfect. Unmarred, not a single scar or blemish and you feel the softness melding right against your ass. Â
âNext time, keep your fingers together. Keep your hand loose, relaxed. Donât make it too stiff.â You give him instructions, not wanting to dissuade him from continuing. It may have been hard and definitely a slap youâd be more likely to handle better as the spanking went on rather than from the start but it was still exhilarating.Â
âHomelander,â you say his name, to break him from the trance while heâs still rubbing your ass gently. And as much as that feels good you really want to get the party started so you convey the need for more with a little, âplease?â
He takes your instructions to heart and he slaps your ass again. This time a little gentler. With his palm less splayed open it makes a deeper sound which is just music to your ears.Â
âOh fuuuck.â And it feels just as good as it sounds. Really good. Its gentle sting burns through your skin, thoroughly wetting your pussy. Your eyes roll back at the sensation.Â
âWas that better?â He asks with gentleness you never expected him to be capable of. Â
âY-yeah.â You slurp back the saliva you feel pooling in your mouth. âIt was perfect.â
He takes that as his hint to continue as he lands another. And another one. And more. All in the same spot. Your skin is getting brighter and brighter red. The burn is making your toes curl and your pussy throb.
The more you moan the more he spanks you, alternating between your cheeks until theyâre both screaming bright red.Â
âJesus Christ, youâre leaking all over me.â Homelander says in an almost incredulous tone, as if heâs surprised that pain could make you this riled up. Finally, he sees it for the pleasure it gives you.
âUhh, s-sorry.â You slur, drooling, already having melted into the couch.Â
âYouâre really fucking kinky, you know that?âÂ
You laugh at that. âWhat can I say? I know what I like.âÂ
âClearly.â He ran his hand down the hot, red skin, making you hiss. His hands settled in between your cheeks, spreading them out while his other hand made its way to your pussy, sliding his fingers through the mess you made of yourself.Â
âMy, my, that got you excited.â He shoved two fingers in, meeting no resistance as he pumped them in and out. Even with the TV playing in the background the squelching sound of you is still obscenely loud. You should be embarrassed, really, but it feels so good to finally have something soothe the throbbing pain thatâs been building up with each slap.Â
âFuuck. Can I have you, please?â You whine out, really just wanting to get pounded into the couch while youâre feeling all woozy.
âSo you want me to spank you, and now you want me to fuck you? See, good girls participate. So hop on sweetheart. You gotta work for it too.â Now he was getting it. With his reservations out of the window, he slips right into teasing you.
You feel yourself flush and throb at his words. Heâs so good to you. No matter what, he always makes you feel otherworldly.
With his help you peel yourself off the couch, straddling his lap where heâs pushed down his pants. His cock already hard and flushed red. Just like your cheeks.
You sink down on him, letting out a whimper when your cheeks meet his thighs. The skin on skin contact burns, reminding you of each slap you received. You wrap your arms around his neck for support, but really you just want to be close to him.
He kisses you, as if heâs been starved for it. This whole time you were facing away from him so itâs not like he could have enjoyed your gasps and moans against his lips.
You ride him as hard as your thighs allow, chasing the high of feeling full after the empty feeling you had to take each slap with. With each bounce your ass meets his thighs and your eyebrows pinch together in pain. Good pain. Youâre sure he can feel just how blazing hot your cheeks feel.
Homelander grabs your ass from both sides, helping you up and down. His hands squeeze the bruising flesh, making you gasp for air.
âGood?â He asks as he massages the flesh, catching you off guard by another slap.
âYea-AH!âsâgood. Really fucking good.â You mumble, your speech slurring as you lean your forehead against his. It was intimate and debauched at the same time and it didnât take either one of you long to finish. His cock was hitting you just right and with the added sting of your skin and the occasional slap he landed on alternating cheeks you unraveled on his lap. As you cling onto him with spent, burning thighs he finishes inside you with a few more strokes and you fully collapse into his arms.Â
âSee? I told you itâd be fun.â Youâre panting against him, trying to calm your poor body down. Spent, satisfied and still burning up. You wonder how long youâre gonna feel that everytime you sit.
Hopefully for a while.
âMhm. You got any more of these great ideas?â
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Short random messages regarding love for you! đ
Pile 1- the chariot, the star and seven of coins
For starters the star card is making me think you might already have a crush on this person or might know of them, take what resonates for you.
For others, I'm getting this person might just really admire you. I'm hearing they like you so much they're willing to basically cross seas for you.
This person is strong willed meaning when it comes to you nothing else matters in the world, I think they have their eyes on a prize and are very determined when they want something which would appear to be you lol
I think this person is already planning y'all future in their head, like they've really got everything figured out even how they want to approach you đ (that's cute lol)
I feel like this person just really wants to say you're all in their space and they're accepting it. Like they can't wait for the day you two come together (and get married I'm hearing for some đđ) but they're definitely planning on making their move soon!
Other messages- 1111 might be significant, you're hot, lots of dates in nature, can't wait to kiss you, I miss you already.
Pile 2- I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN THE NAME OF THE CARDS BUT I WILL NOT FORGET NEXT TIME MY POOKIES đ€đŸđđ©·
Okay, for this pile I'm picking up on a dynamic that's like light and day, one person in this connection is a bit colder, closed off and I feel like someone in this connection just refuses to give up.
I'm hearing 'let your doors down' and this person might feel very hurt that the other isn't open to the same emotion intimacy the other is into.
I'm seeing it might be best to take a break, maybe the relationship has gotten to a point neither of you had meant it to or you're just really disappointed by the outcome and they're clearly not up to your standards and it's not good to settle for less.
I'm seeing maybe some of us are trying a little too hard to hang onto this connection but we can't change nor fix something that's not broken.
I am seeing for some of you that removing your energy might actually make this person miss you, and if they love you enough they'll come around and compromise so the both of you can feel fulfilled and happy in the relationship and if they don't clearly they weren't the ones for you and that's okay, because you never know when the universe is going to throw someone new your way! This could be a blessing in disguise đ„ž.
Other messages- 444 could be significant, the color red, maybe a red car? I have no idea what song this is but it's got something to do with driving?idk ur person is singing it đ€Ł Maybe that's significant for someone out there?
Pile 3-
So for this pile I actually heard 'its time!" I think this pile is being called to awaken to something or for some of you a special someone? đ„č
Okay this message was a little harder to read but I think both ends have been stressing out over this? And it's kind of ridiculous because you're both literally good people according to spirit that would have a very beautiful relationship and would grow like a freaking fruit tree! I think spirit is saying since neither of you will make a move they'll be forced to push both of you using the universe- like magic almost I'm hearing.
This pile was shorter, and I'm also randomly hearing someone in this connection could be short lol? I think someone here might smile a lot too, I'm seeing smiley faces!
Other messages- the song 'Magic by txt', 12, 111, the color yellow and maybe the month of May- June might be significant for some of y'all?
Have a fantastic day! đč See you all again soon! Hope you enjoyed đ
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I don't know if you are taking requests and I'm sorry if you aren't (feel free to ignore this message if you like), but I would like to ask something like the reader meeting Sarah for the first time. Joel talked to her about the reader and she doesn't know how to feel on a first date because she is the first woman Joel introduces her to. Thank you for your attention and I love your writing <3
Thank you so much, you're so sweet. đ„°đ„°Love this idea nonnie. I hope you enjoy. đ
Head Over Heels
Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, breeding kink, talks about the future, cursing, fluff, meeting Sarah for first time, admission of feelings.
Comments and reblogs really appreciated đ„°
You could get used to this.Â
Sitting on the couch, cosying up to Joel as you both watch one of his favourite movies. You werenât sure what exactly heâd thrown on and to be honest you didnât care. All that mattered was that you were both together.Â
âNot fallinâ asleep are ya darlinâ?â He asked, the rumble of his voice stirring you from where you were nestled on his chest.Â
âWould I ever?â You teased and his fingers moved up over your hip to pinch your ass. A small yelp passed your lips, and he couldnât help but laugh.Â
âOh, you are in for it now, Miller,â you laugh as you sit back and glide your hands under his arms, tickling him. He wriggles beneath you as he laughs hysterically.Â
âStopâŠpleaseâŠâ he begs as he continues to laugh. âIâm begginâ yaâŠ. please darlinâ.â
You pull your hands from under his arms and let them slide down his torso. His gaze meets yours and you suck in a breath at the way heâs staring at you. Like you're the only thing that matters in the world. Obviously, you know thatâs not true, Sarah is his priority but maybe youâre a close second?Â
âI love you, baby,â he breathes out and you swear your heart has stopped. He loves you. Itâs the first time heâs ever said those words in the eleven months youâve been dating.Â
Of course, youâd hoped he felt that way, had even suspected it from the way he treats you but to actually hear those words fall from his lips, it was like youâd died and gone to heaven.Â
âI-I love you too, IâŠâ
âI want you to meet Sarah,â the words had fallen from his lips so fast your heart stuttered. âWhat?!â You gasp.Â
He takes your hands in his and rubs his thumb against your skin soothingly. âWeâve beenâŠ. I mean weâre together a year next week and IâŠ.I love you so fuckinâ much baby and I want to introduce you to my baby girl. What dâya say?âÂ
His eyes shift between your own waiting for an answer but all you can think about is how your heart is going to burst from your chest. âYou said you donât introduce women to her, that youâd only do it ifâŠ. if it meant somethingâŠ. IâŠ.â
You bite your lip, and you look at him with a smile on your face. You can feel your skin heating and when he places his hand on your cheek, you release a breath.
âI did say that, and itâs true. Iâve never introduced anyone to her before, never wanted to. Baby, Iâm madly in love with you and I want the two most important people in my life to meet.âÂ
His brown eyes are gazing at you as if you held all the answers to the questions in the universe, as if he could see straight into your soul. A sob escapes your plush lips as a single tear runs down along your cheek. âYeah, ok. Letâs do it.â
âYeah?â He asks, his voice low as he beams down at you. You nod and then his lips are on yours in a searing kiss. âWeâll have dinner over at mine next weekend. Iâll cook. Now,â he says as he slouches back on the couch, pulling you with him. âLetâs finish the movie.â
***
Sitting at the table eating breakfast, Joel plays with the food on his plate. Heâs nervous. He wants to introduce you to Sarah, to have her meet you because he feels it deep in his bones that you're his one.Â
âWhatâs going on?â The sound of his daughter's voice startles him from his thoughts, and he turns to look at her. âHmm?âÂ
âI said, whatâs going on? You seem distracted this morninâ.â She places her knife and fork on the table and turns in her chair to face him.Â
âHowâd you know somethinâs going on?â He asks as he takes a gulp from his coffee mug. Sarah raises her eyebrow at him.Â
âAlright. Ok, you win. Iâve been seeinâ someone.â He chances a look at his daughter to gauge her reaction only to find her smiling at him. âWhat?â He asks.Â
âYou honestly thought I didnât know? Youâre not very subtle dad.â
âWhat are ya talkinâ bout. Iâm subtle.â Sarah laughs as she places a hand on his arm. âYeah. Subtle as a sledgehammer more like.â
âHey now, I can be subtle.â
âHmm Hmm. Whatever you say, dad.â
âAnyway, as I was sayinâ, Iâve been seeinâ someone, and I want to introduce her to you. Sheâs uh, sheâsâŠI really like her. Hell, I love her and I think itâs about time you two meet. What dâya say?â
Sarah stares at him and he can see sheâs having a battle inside her head. âItâs alright. Forget I said anythinâ.â He continues to eat his breakfast when Sarah touches his arm again.Â
âDad, Iâm sorry. Donât mind me. Iâm just- itâs just youâve never brought anyone home before and Iâm worried.â
âHey now, what are you worried about baby girl?â He holds her hand, rubbing it with his thumb soothingly.Â
âWhat if she doesnât like me? Or she pretends to and then once she moves in here with us decides she doesnât want me here.â Sarah rambles and Joel canât help but smile.Â
âBaby girl, you know you are always gonna be my number one. Ainât no one ever gonna change that, ok? If you meet her and it doesnât work out or you donât like her, then Iâll end it.âÂ
Joelâs heart clenches at the thought of ending it with you. It would break his fucking heart but if you and Sarah donât get along, then thatâs whatâs gonna happen. Even if it kills him.Â
âOk. When were you thinkinâ?â She asks as she pulls her hand from Joelâs and continues to eat breakfast.Â
âThis weekend. Was hoping to have her come here and Iâll cook dinner for us all.âÂ
âYouâre gonna cook? This I gotta see,â she says with a laugh.Â
âHey,â he nudges her with his elbow, a playful smile on his face. âI can cook.â
âYep. Sure you can.â Sarah stands dropping her plate in the sink before making her way back upstairs.Â
Joel sits back in his chair and rubs his hand down his face. âFuck. I canât cook for shit.â What the hell was he gonna do?Â
***
You were nervous, fiddling with the strap of your bag as you pushed the doorbell and waited with bated breath.Â
Not two minutes later, Joel was opening the door with a huge smile on his face as his eyes took you in. âDamn, baby. You look fuckinâ hot in that dress.â
He leans in, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close as kisses you softly. âItâs not too much?â You ask nervously.
He shakes his head. âItâs perfect, baby.â He smiles down at you as he closes the door behind you and just when heâs about to lean in and kiss you again, the sound of the fire alarm blaring startles you both.Â
âShit.â He curses before running off towards the kitchen. You stare after him with a smile on your face and then a creak on the stairs has you turning your head.Â
âI told you to order take out. Better hope you can salvage it beforeâŠ. oh,â the girl says a little startled and you can only assume from how closely she resembles Joel, that this is Sarah.Â
âHi,â you say with a wave of your hand. âIâm Y/N, you must be Sarah. Iâve heard so much about you, itâs nice to finally meet you.â
She stands still with her eyes trained on you and you can feel anxiety begin to bubble inside you. Oh shit. She hates me already.Â
Suddenly sheâs making her way down the stairs towards you with a shy smile on her face. âHi. Itâs nice to meet you too. Dads been a nervous wreck all day.â
âI can imagine.â The sound of pots banging and a slew of curses coming from the kitchen draws both your attention and you turn to face each other before bursting into laughter.Â
âThink maybe we should go help him out. What dâya say?â You ask, eyes shining brightly at the girl you hope will one day become your step daughter.Â
âMost definitely. I told him not to cook, heâs never been overly good at it but he insisted. Think he wanted to make a good impression on you.â
âI donât know why, Iâm already madly in love with him,â you blurt out and when Sarah stops in her tracks you worry youâve said the wrong thing.Â
âYou love him?â She asks, a hint of hope in her voice.Â
You nod your head sheepishly. âI do. If
Iâm being honest, Iâve been in love with him from the first date.â Sarah doesnât say anything as she turns away from you, but you catch the smile on her face.Â
âWeâre here to help,â you say as you walk into the kitchen, Sarah standing beside you. His eyes meet yours and you want to laugh at how adorable and flustered he looks.Â
âI-I donât know what happenedâŠâ he huffs out a frustrated breath and pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âOh god itâs really bad, he only does that when heâs really stressed,ââyou whisper to Sarah and she nods in agreement, the faint hint of a smile on her face.Â
âHow about I cook us something?â You ask as you move towards him, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his waist. âI canât ask you to do that. I said Iâd cook for us.âÂ
âI know, but I donât mind, baby,â you say softly as you run your fingers through his hair. He releases a contented sigh and closes his eyes at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.Â
âIf youâre sure?â He looks down at you with eyes full of love and gratitude. âPositive.â
âCan I help?â You turn to find Sarah staring at you both with a huge smile on her face. âSure,â you say as you pull away from Joel and slap him on the ass.Â
âWhy donât you set the table and weâll cook something up.â He raises his eyebrow at you, a cheeky smirk on his face. âYouâre gonna regret that later, baby,â he whispers in your ear before turning and making his way to the table.Â
âOk,â you say, clapping your hands together as you look around at the mess. âFirst things first, letâs clean up your dads mess and then we can see what is left to work with.â
âSounds like a plan,â Sarah says as she empties the burnt pot into the bin.âÂ
***
Joel takes a seat at the table, watching as you and Sarah work together to make dinner and he canât help the smile that spreads across his face.
His heart swells as he watches the two of you laughing and joking, both getting on like a house on fire, something he had been so nervous about since he met you. Wondering if the both of you would get along. Hoping you would because he didnât know if he had the strength to keep his promise to Sarah, to break up with you if things didnât work out tonight.Â
As far as he was concerned, you were the love of his life. The woman he was going to marry and start a family with. The woman he was going to grow old with. Heâd even bought the ring. Hidden away in his sock drawer waiting for the perfect moment.Â
âDinners up,â you shout startling him from his thoughts and he sits up smiling as you carry over the plates of food.Â
Sarah joins you both at the table and turns to her dad with a smile. âWe made a stir fry. Y/N used the steak that was left, and we found some veg in the fridge.â
âWell, it smells delicious. Thank you.â He beams as he reaches across the table to pull Sarah into a tight hug.Â
You smile at them and your heart flutters at how much they love each other. Joel is such a great dad. You hope that Sarah has warmed to you, and that Joel might consider settling down with you.Â
Everything is riding on tonight. You can just feel it in your bones. Joel had told you before that if Sarah didnât get along with the woman in his life that the relationship would have to end. God, you donât want it to end.Â
âThat was amazing,â Sarah says as she finishes off her food. âYou are an amazing cook, Y/N. Maybe you could teach my dad some simple dishes, or better yet, you could come live with us and then Iâd always have nice meals all the time.â She says with a laugh but stops abruptly once she realises what sheâs said.Â
Her eyes drift to Joel but she finds him staring at you with googly eyes, a happy contented smile on his face as he holds your hand in his. She knows at that moment that she could never ask her dad to give you up, not that she had planned to anyway. You were amazing and perfect for him.Â
***
âI really like her,â Sarah whispers as you grab the popcorn from the microwave. Joelâs gaze drifts from her to you and back again. âYeah?â
âYeah. Sheâs amazing, dad. I feel silly now for ever being worried. Iâve only known her a few hours and I know already that sheâd never come between us or want rid of me. If you ever want her to move in, Iâd be ok with it.â She shrugs her shoulders and Joel smiles down at her as he squeezes her shoulder.Â
âOk. Iâm ready. Letâs turn it on,â you say as you sit back on the couch and snuggle into Joelâs side. âDonât you two fall asleep now, ya hear?âÂ
âWe wonât,â you say in unison as you wink over at Sarah whoâs curled into Joelâs other side. Within ten minutes you hear soft snores coming from the other side of the couch and you lift your head to find Sarah fast asleep on her dad.Â
âEvery time. Are my movies that borinâ?â He tilts his head in your direction, his fingers running along the length of your arm. âMaybe just a little,â you tease.Â
Sitting up he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. âIâm gonna lift her up to bed and then I'll be back, ok?â You nod at him as he stands and gently lifts Sarah into his arms.Â
âBe down in a second.â You smile at him as he walks towards the stairs carrying Sarah close to his chest. Maybe I should get going, you think to yourself as you begin to tidy up.Â
âHey, what are ya doinâ baby?â He asks as he walks up to you in the kitchen, arms winding around your waist.Â
âJust tidying up before I go.â His eyes drift from yours to your lips and back again. âWas thinkinâ maybe you could stay, ya know, the night.â
âYou askinâ me to sleep with you Miller?â You tease, running your finger along the seam of his bottom lip.Â
âI am. So, what dâya say baby? Want to stay over and sleep in my bed tonight?â He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you canât help the laugh that escapes past your lips.Â
âI would love to be in your bed tonight baby. So, we gonna go now or do you wanna fuck me right here?âÂ
He groans loudly into your neck as his lips kiss a trail along your skin. âAs much as I love the sound of that, I donât think my back would let me.â
âYouâre not that old, Joel.â You gasp as his teeth bite into your neck, a wave of slick pooling in your panties.Â
âOld enough, baby. Now, I need to get you to my bed because I need to be inside you.â He pulls back and places his hands on either side of your cheeks as he pulls you into a searing kiss.Â
Grabbing your hand, he leads you towards his room as quietly as he can. Once he has you inside, he quickly closes and locks the door before pulling you against him, kissing you passionately as he walks you back towards his bed.Â
His hands pull and grab as he quickly removes both your clothes before laying you back on his bed. His lips leave a trail of kisses along the skin of your thigh and itâs clear what his intentions are, but you donât have time for that, not with how horny you are.
âJoel, please. Not tonight, I need you, now,â you plead as you pull him close, his body flush with yours as he nestles himself between your thighs.Â
âYou sure, baby?â He asks as he runs the tip of his cock along your slick. You nod frantically because youâre unable to speak.Â
âNeed you to say it baby.âÂ
âPlease Joel, I need you inside me. Just fuck me alreadyâŠ. oh god,â you gasp as he rolls his hips, sheathing himself inside you. His hand comes to cover your mouth as he stares down at you with lust blown eyes.Â
âGotta be quiet, baby. Don't want to wake Sarah.â Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to thrust into you, the thick length of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.Â
âFuck, baby. Youâre so damn tightâŠ. made for meâŠ.so goodâŠ.god I love you,â he groans as his grip on your hips tightens.Â
He can feel your cunt flutter around him, and he knows youâre about to come so he kisses you roughly, swallowing your moans.Â
âOh godâŠ. JoelâŠ. fuck,â you breathe raggedly as he begins to pick up the pace.
âFuck babyâŠ. Iâm closeâŠ..Iâm gonnaâŠ..can I-can I cum inside youâŠ.pleaseâŠâ he begs, practically feral at the thought of spilling inside you and watching you grow round with his baby.Â
âInsideâŠfuckâŠ. cum inside, please. I want it JoelâŠwant you to fill me upâŠâ
He groans into the curve of your neck as he thrust once more before he spills inside. He slumps on top of you and you both stay like that for a little while.Â
His head resting on your chest and your fingers running through his hair until you can feel the weight of sleep take hold.
 âMâjust gonna get somethinâ to clean you up baby. Be right back,â he says as he pulls out of you, kissing you softly before he hops off the bed and grabs a washcloth.
 Heâs gentle with his touch as he cleans you up, and then heâs handing you one of his t-shirts to sleep in. âThanks baby,â you say softly, throwing it on and snuggling under the duvet.Â
Joel throws on  pyjama bottoms and slips into bed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.Â
âThink itâs safe to say that Sarah likes you, baby,â Joel whispers into the shell of your ear.Â
âWell, I really like her. Sheâs amazing, Joel. You did a great job with her. You should be so proud of yourself because itâs not easy.âÂ
Heâs quiet. And you worry youâve offended him somehow until his grip on you tightens. âI love you so much baby. Youâre it for me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, baby. Just me, you, and Sarah.â
âYou canât forget about Tommy,â you tease, and he pulls your face towards him, kissing you softly. âCouldnât forget about him, even if we tried. And maybeâŠ. maybe we could have a baby of our own. Ya knowâŠif you want of course, Iâm just sayinâ it would be ....â
You turn in his arms and quieten him with your lips. âIâd love to have a baby with you, Miller.â
âYeah?â His expression is soft, and you honestly canât believe that this man is so perfect, and that heâs completely yours.Â
âYeah. Our own little family of four. And Tommy.âÂ
âSounds like heaven.â He whispers as he snuggles closer. After a few minutes you hear his breathing even out and you thank whatever god brought him into your life.Â
âSounds like heaven indeed."
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Babe I'm gonna be honest this is gonna be a spicy req and I hope you're okey with it (but if you're not then it's okey too! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable :''<)
So I've been listening to Obsessed by Mariah Carey. And I had a thought where fem!reader got pissed off with Suo coz he let another girl touch him (to make our reader jealous) or vice versa đ maybe a lil nsfw Owo sjfjksjdkskxj
Thank you!
[!] I SUCCEEDED.
â BOTH YOU AND SUO KNOW HE'S NOT SLICK. f!reader â spicy. teasing, jealous!reader, dom!reader, suo being himself, kissing, clothed grinding, light cursing, ear licking, referenced or almost hand job lmao, + lmk if i missed any.
girl- pls don't apologize cuz i fucking love suo and topics like this. (got a lil excited w/this one, had to stop myself). im 100% cool with spicy requests! they don't make me uncomfy at all <3
i need more of them actually, but im going to settle and get the ones out of my inbox first. the ear-licking part was inspired by 'just like putty' by @brainrot-of-a-thot ; hope you don't mind :]
should i do this prompt but reverse? thinking abt revenge pt 2 rn...
suo is an asshole.
sometimes.
however, he's a huge one right now and he fucking knows it. that stupid, sweet- kinda- sorta- hot, charmer.
it wasn't rare for him to tease you or others, it was in fact, extremely common. it seems his antics have increased since the two of you have started dating. he never crosses the already set boundaries, but he does tend to step on the line.
he's a 2-year-old, he purposefully stares at you while he's doing something bad, daring you to come get him.
suo makes sure to apologize afterwards, buy you something, give you kisses, whatever you wish. its normally harmless things, but today suo just decided to strike a nerve. talking to that bitch.
of course, he's a gentleman, but he's actively avoided her for quite a while now. he has a girlfriend, and she's strangely obsessed with him. ever since that day he saved her from some thugs and handed her groceries back to her, she's been hooked. she is around your age, so she has a chance, which only pisses you off further.
regardless, the both of you are confident in your relationship, trusting eachother wholly when it came down to it.
you still do! though there's some irritation seeing her touching him.
like usual, bofurin saved the day! suo was walking back with sakura and the rest when he got stopped. he pondered if he should shut the conversation down, or should he indulge. then he remembered that you'd be doing your weekly grocery shopping right about now.
he smirked to himself and indulged in the girl's completely dreadful talking until he caught a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye.
he wonders what you act like when your truly jealous. what exactly would you say? do to him? suo nods like he's listening indulgently, letting the woman squeeze his arm, even hug it for a bit before he moves to push her off. then again, you were already doing that.
suo's eye watches you shove her off of him. "number one, back off bitch," you glare at the woman before turning to suo.
"number two, hayato suo."
suo swallows, having to prevent himself from smirking. that's the voice you always used when angry at him, and fuck- it's sexy. especially, with you're bossy demeanor, ugh.
"you might want to tell sakura and the others that you're coming to spend time with me tonight," you speak, staring up at him with a frown, your voice turning stern, "we have to talk." suo nods, swallowing his saliva as he watches you walk off with your groceries.
"yes, ma'am ... "
he chuckles to himself, whistling. his friends look at him weird. he hums with a smile. "it seems i've gotten myself in trouble with my pretty lady. im afraid i can't join you today!" suo winks.
sakura blushes, blinking in 2nd hand embarrassment at the thought of dating, though he wonders what suo meant.
nirei whispers in sakura's ear, albiet loudly. suo could almost see the steam leaving his ears. "nirei, i'd appreciate it if you wouldn't describe it to him that way," suo smiles, "regardless, i'll see the two of you later."
suo leaves with a wave, wondering what exactly you could have planned. it couldn't be that bad. it's not as if you have some secret sadistic side, at least that he's observed. then again, he's also never seen your cheeks that puffy. nor that strange look in your eyes. he shrugs, walking calmly to your apartment, making assumptions.
and whatever assumptions he made were wrong.
"letting her hang on you, really hayato?" you whisper in his ear, blowing on the already reddend skin.
your plump lips kiss everwhere but his lips. his cheek, his chin, right below and beside his lips. you just wouldn't kiss him on the lips. suo chuckles both from annoyance and amusement. "aw, come on, i was just teasing," his eye follows your movements.
a grunt leaves his chest when you sit down, rubbing your lower half on his lap as if to sement it there. "really?"
normally, he'd have no problem. however, his cock is out, a pink ribbon tied at the base of it. you feel it twitch beneath you. feigning ignorance, you tilt your head, "really' what? im not understanding, hayato?"
he chuckles with a nod, "alright, payback. i get it." his hands are squeezing your hips, he's lucky you allowed him touch, had you not, he'd be insane by now. "what? you feigned such ignorance when you let that bitch hang on your arm. you know i don't like her." suo smiles, "i just wanted to see what you'd do. i wanted to make you jealous."
he leans up a bit, "and i succeeded."
"mm, i guess. well- you're certainly going to see what im going to do," you smile. "i mean, im even willing to help with- this."
his eye watches your manicured nails ghost along the length of his leaking and twitching cock. "you need help don't you," you whisper, your lips centimeters from his, "hm?"
suo nods, his eye fluttering. "yes- " your eyes are staring into his as you feel his legs twitch, your hands cupping his balls to trailing up the length. "yeah?" you smirk, your painted lips smacking, dragging on his skin to meet his ear. you lick a stripe up his ear that has him shuddering, his grip haltering.
you smile as his lashes flutter, the tip of your tongue exploring inside and out of his ear. a breathy moan leaves him as the tip of your tongue swipes along the piercing. "swe- sweetheart," he gulps, near whimpering when you nibble on the skin. "please- "
"hm?" you lean back, admiring your work. his blushy red face, shuddering breaths, and angry red cock.
"i am going to help you because i am a gracious girlfriend ... " you sit down on his lap, hand wrapping around his length. "in return, i better not see her touch you like that, ever again."
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Winter Without You
Summary: Its been fifty years since he left. Being happy no longer feels right, and winter no longer feels like winter without him.
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A/n: As a gift to all my babies, your lil santa got a lil busy eatin cookies, so here is a late solstice present đ
(Also to make up for the awful Rhysie in remember me)
(this is mostly Y/n missing and wallowing in sadness because she misses rhysand, the end is reunion)
(i also know this is kind of a break up song, but the lyrics fit đ€·đ»ââïž)
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Every year right around this time
People putting up trees and lights
And I been thinking that this don't feel right
'Cause I'm without you
Everywhere Y/n looked, she found people smiling, with and without reason.
And she could not blame them, for it was the season to be happy.
The coming of solstice had everyone excited, making the air and aura lighter and brighter, filling it with loving laughter and chatter.
Y/n almost hated herself for tainting it with the darkness and sadness she had been carrying around lately.
Almost.
Only because there was no place in her heart for any emotion that was not longing for her husband.
'Cause I'm without you
If I could make a list, you'd be the first in it
If I could make a wish, you'd show in a minute
Only if it was that way
But there's some things that I can't change
There had been a new tradition going around Velaris.
Parents had begun telling their children about how the mother would grant their wishes and give them all they wished for if they stayed good all year, in hopes to get them to behave, and Y/n could not help but wish it were true.
Wished that the mother really did grant wishes on solstice, if only it meant Y/n could pray for her husband to be returned to her.
Wished that all she had to do was make a list of things she wanted, the first- and only- thing she wanted being Rhysand, and when she woke up in the morning, she'd find that he had returned.
Y/n sighed, continuing to walk towards the town house after a quick run to the market for some ingredients the wraith twins had asked for.
So now
This ain't winter without you
No more joy, no laughter
Wish that I could turn it back around
When I'm falling down
Winter had been Y/n's favourite season. Because colder weather meant drinking hot chocolate prepared by her husband.
It meant snuggling up to his warm body, grinning shyly up at him.
It meant watching him laugh whole heartedly, receiving a kiss on the forehead before he went back to his work, now with her stuck to him like a new limb.
It meant being forced to stand still while he wrapped her up in warm coats and scarves whenever they went out, grumbling about the extra layers and receiving a kiss to quiet her down.
It meant extra time in the bed in the morning with her husband because they both were too lazy to get up.
It meant being stuck to him or following him around like a lost duckling because she was just that desperate for warmth and fire never satiated her needs quite like her husband did.
But that was all before he had left.
Now fifty years had passed, and still it never got easier.
Winter just was not the same without him, and it made her wonder how she had ever lived without him before they met.
So how
How am I supposed to go without you?
Days gone cold so won't you
Say that you'll be home for christmas
She yearned for him.
To simply hear his voice again, to stare into those beautiful eyes, she was ready to bargain away her life.
She no longer cared whether she lived or died, and she would have taken her own life a long time ago if it meant she would not have to bear this pain.
Despite trying to end things multiple times, Y/n could never take that final step, because the last thing she wanted to see before she died was not the ceiling or the wall of her bedroom.
It was those violet eyes she wanted to die to.
She did not want the feeling of the cold hard ground or hanging suspended in the air to be the last thing she felt before that sweet reprieve claimed her.
It was the feeling of strong, warm and loving arms wrapped around her body.
She wished he would at least open his mind to her, so she could at the very least ask him if he was eating well. Sleeping well. Drinking enough water.
Y/n wanted to ask him if he was okay.
Wanted to tell him he was strong, that he was stronger than anyone she had ever known, and to never give up.
Alas, all she could do was want and wish.
All she had done in the past half century.
And if I could turn back the time
You'd be in my arms again
But there's some things that I can't change
Y/n sometimes cursed the mother for not granting her the power to turn back time, for not making any instrument to fast forward in time, just so she could at least have one glimpse of her lover, her husband, and know that he was alright.
She wished she'd been born with the gift to turn back time so she could have him in her arms again.
Hell, she even perused the books in the library of the house of wind in search of any way to turn back time, didn't matter if it was allowed or not. Even if it went against all laws of nature, if it would curse her soul forever to go against the decision of the Mother.
Mother's happiness and blessing be damned, Y/n just wanted to hold and be held by her husband again.
Even if she'd burn in hell for it.
Heavy snow pouring out my window
I pray to stars and the angels
No, no more lonely nightsÂ
Y/n sat next to the huge window in the darkened room, arms wrapped around her knees as she watched the snow dance in the air before landing softly onto the already blanketed layer on the ground.
She swallowed down the knot in her throat.
Back before Rhys had left and then been unable to return, he would take Y/n out to play.
Just the way him and his brothers would have snowball fights, he would play with Y/n in the snow, as if the two of them were again kids.
Rhys knew all about Y/n's upbringing, and it had never been glitter and sparkles. So whatever chance he got, he tried to get her to experience everything she had missed out on.
This was one of those things.
Now Y/n sat alone, the sounds of her family celebrating in the background, and she prayed again.
Prayed to the stars, the moon, the night sky, the mother, the angels, the devils and forgotten mortal gods.
Prayed to anyone willing to listen, to return her husband.
She had lost all hope, but still, there was nothing else she could do but sit and pray for his health and safety and hope.
Pray to them so there were no more lonely nights she had to go through.
Hope that he would be by her side again.
So I keep wishing and hoping
You'd walk through the door
Hold me 'cause I know
We'll fight through the coldÂ
She had stopped celebrating solstice or any other event that she had loved before, because what was the point in celebrating life when the one who kept you alive was probably dying off somewhere?
Y/n sucked in a ragged breath, clenching her eyes shut, feeling the fat tears roll down her cheek.
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, and her eyes flashed open, and she stared at the door, wishing, hoping, it was him.
Hoping he walked in through the door, gave her his signature charming smile, and then held her as they both fought to get back to their normal lives.
She would give anything for that piece of imagination to become reality.
Y/n sighed and turned back to the window as the footsteps faded away, likely a family member going to bed.
Now tell me how
How am I supposed to go without you?
Days gone cold so won't you
Say that you'll be home for Christmas
Staring at the stars that he probably could not see, she screamed.
After everyone had gone to bed, Y/n had snuck out of the town house and made her way to the tallest peak in Velaris, and then finally, she let loose.
It had become a tradition, a habit, where every solstice night, Y/n would sneak out of home and come to this exact mountain, and scream up at the stars.
Why her? Why him?
She screamed and screamed, asking the mother, and him- not that he could hear- how she was supposed to live without him.
How she was supposed to be happy without him.
And then, after hours of screaming and cursing at the twinkling starry sky, she would collapse, staring up while laying on her back, whispering, pleading, begging, for some sign that he would return.
That he would be home, at the very least, for the next solstice.
So how
How am I supposed to go without you?
Days gone cold so won't you
Say that you'll be home for Christmas
Exhausted, she would fall asleep, only waking once the soft rays of the sun caressed her skin gently, telling her it was time to start the miserable routine she had fallen into all over again.
She would drag herself back home, suppressing the urge to throw herself into the Sidra, and wait for the next solstice to come around so she could again scream and cry at the injustice of it all.
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The wards felt different today, Y/n could feel it.
They felt stronger, more lively, though they seemed ready to fall.
What was going on, Y/n could not tell, but as she made her way through the winding passages of the moonstone palace, her heart beat louder and faster, and a sense of longing gripped Y/n's body in a vise-like grip.
Her strolling footsteps hurried, and Y/n was running by the time she reached one of the sitting rooms, the door ajar.
Panting, chest heaving, she took that final step, and her world came to a stop.
She smelled him before she heard him, heard him before she saw him, and saw him before she understood fully who she was staring at.
Rhysand.
Her husband.
The male she was in love with, one she had not seen in fifty long years, one she yearned to get a glimpse of each second of every day spent she spent without.
He stood there, his skin pale as he hugged his cousin, crying, whispering, over and over again, where is she?
Where is my wife?
It took only a moment for the siblings to notice the new presence in the room, but to Y/n, it was another fifty years.
Though this wait she did not mind, for what did a moment compare to eighteen thousand, two hundred sixty-two days?
She simply stared at the embracing siblings, a traitorous tear slipping out of her eye the longer she stared.
And then finally, he lifted his eyes, and glossy violet met hers, widening, more tears slipping out as he pulled away from his cousin, his lips parting on an exhale.
Mor turned to look at Y/n, tear tracks staining her own cheeks, and grinned.
Y/n paid no attention to her though, her eyes tracking her husband's body, marking the amount of weight and muscle he had lost, the loss of colour of his skin, the dimmed shine in his once sparkling eyes.
Y/n swallowed. "Mor? Do you mind giving us a moment?"
"But-"
"Please, Mor." Y/n's voice broke, and she cursed herself for it.
Mor nodded, hastily making her way out of the room.
Y/n reached behind herself to grasp the door, shutting it softly, not taking her eyes off of him once.
She had let him out of her sight once, and as punishment, had been able to see him for fifty years. She would not look away again, not while this felt like a cruel dream the mother was showing Y/n, only to take it all away for her to realise she was dreaming.
"Rhysand." She whispered, taking a step foward.
"Y/n." His voice broke on the name, and he swallowed, tears beginning anew.
When she was close enough, she reached her hand out, running her fingers along his cheek, afraid anything other than the ghost of a touch would make him vanish.
His eyes were pleading, filled with silver, and Y/n wanted to do nothing more than throw herself onto him and never let go.
But she couldn't do that.
She first wanted t make sure this was not some mirage, and that he really was here, unhurt and safe, back with her where he belonged.
Slowly, she cupped his cheek, trying her best to stop any tears from flowing.
When she was sure that this was a miracle, not a mirage, Y/n stepped closer, searching his eyes, his face.
She gently grasped his chin, turning his head this way and that, running her hands along his shoulder and arms, searching for something she hoped was not there.
He laughed, the sound a balm to her frayed nerves.
"You've lost weight." Y/n phrased it like a question.
He smiled softly, sadly. "So have you."
She shook her head. "Are you okay?"
His smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly. "Will get there."
Y/n nodded, and then finally, she extended her arms, snaking them gently around his neck, pressing every inch of her body against his, and buried her face in his neck.
His arms wrapped around her back and waist, and instantly, tension bled from both their bodies. She tightened her hold on him, and he returned it tenfold.
Y/n didn't care he was crushing her, all she knew was she was home, finally.
He was back home.
"I missed you, husband."
"I missed you more, my love."
She pulled back her face to search his nearly empty eyes, and gave him the first smile she had smile in the past fifty years. He rested her forehead against hers, his lips tilted up in contentment.
"Welcome home, my love. Welcome home Rhysand."
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Who'd you choose? I Jack Druryđïž đșâĄïž
Requested: yes/no
Summary; for jack : when they guys were asked who they would let date their sister most of them said jack. so can you do a fluff + soft smut with him. i just feel like he would be such a romantic. he gives such softie vibes.
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Other notes; Well hello my sweet Canes fan đ€ I am so happy you've found your way to my blog and inbox, introducing me to this sweet cheek đ€ So, this is a first for me on Jack Drury, but I must admit, he's a fucking cutie đ I hope you enjoy this đș
Tropes & Warnings; Jack Drury x reader, reader's Sebastian Aho's sister, sort of friends/sort of strangers to lovers; Soft smut 18+; fingering, protected sex (p in v); otherwise just fluff;
Word count; 3.9K
Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50, @findapenny, @justwanderingbutneverlost, @cixrosie
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That first night we were standin' at your door
Fumblin' for your keys, then I kissed you
Asked me if I wanna come inside
'Cause we didn't wanna end the night
Then you took my hand and I followed you
Jack Drury was always known for his gentlemanly ways. He was nothing but a friendly guy, a supportive teammate, and someone who always tried to see the best in people. Both on and off the ice, he put others before himself - perhaps except in terms of his career - and he was always ready to lend a helping hand and offer a shoulder to lean on to anyone who needed it. Truly, anyone.
You had known Jack ever since he joined the Carolina Hurricanes the first time around, and while you never had much time alone with him to get to know him better, you had still noticed his role on the team.
He seemed like a lovely lad, someone everyone liked, and no one could ever really dislike. But you also saw his struggles, fighting for more ice time and to showcase his talent to the hockey world. He was one of those players you couldnât help but cheer for, hoping his hard work would be one day pay off and be recognised for what it was.
And saying you knew talent when you saw it wasnât entirely off. You were the sister of one of the teamâs star players, Sebastian Aho, born into the world of hockey in your home country Finland. And while you watched your brother skate gracefully, scoring goal after goal and making incredible assists, you couldnât help but notice Jack striving to play at his level. And every time you saw how great a player Jack was becoming; you simply couldnât help but smile.
But being the sister of an NHL player wasnât always straightforward. While you frequently attended games and team events, supporting your brother as you sported his jersey number, you slowly became intertwined in the hectic life of the NHL; which you most certainly found enjoyable. The Hurricanes were a fantastic team to be part of, even as a family member. And having relocated to the US to pursue your own career dreams - unrelated to hockey, you seized every opportunity to network, even if it meant spending time at the training rink and PNC Arena.
The crucial aspect though was maintaining a balance between socialising with the team and their families. Spending considerable time together, navigating the challenges of the sport, experiencing both the lows and highs, naturally fostered relationships. And as a sister, you had to tread carefullyâyou wanted to display interest in the team and get to know the players, but not appear overly keen. While being a young, single woman, you were naturally attracted to successful, handsome men, and conversely, they were drawn to you.
Although Sebastian never explicitly instructed you to steer clear of romantic entanglements or getting involved sexually with anyone, you understood the implicit guideline. And as the younger sister of two older male hockey players, you were well aware of the warnings they had mentioned throughout your life about the reputation many hockey players carried.
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However, on one particular evening, the dynamics had a chance to shift.
It was one of those typical post-season celebrations at the captainâs house, with just the players gathered without any family members or partners present. It was a time for unwinding and discussing anything but hockey before they all went their separate ways for the off-season, and during these nights, more personal conversations and questions often arose.
As most of the team congregated around the bonfire, holding beers, and sharing laughs over cheesy jokes and banter, the teamâs joker, Seth Jarvis, posed a daring question.
âAâright! Iâve got a good one,â the Canadian forward grinned. âIf you had to allow your sister to date someone on this team, who would you choose?â
âWhat if you donât have a sister?â Brady asked.
âIf you donât have one, just imagine, aâright,â Jarvis quickly replied.
âDo they have to be single?â Jesperi chipped in.
âDoesnât matter,â Jarvis grinned again. âJust picture it, having a sister, who would you let her dateâsingle or not?â
The guys took a moment to ponder. It was a challenging question, given their familiarity with each other, not making it easy to envision any of them becoming involved with someone they cared about in that way. Sure, none of the guys were bad in any sense. In fact, most of them had such strong bonds, feeling akin to brothers with a close-knit relationship. Yet perhaps that closeness was precisely the issue. They all knew each other on such a profound level that the thought of someone becoming romantically involved with a sister was difficult to entertain.
âHmmâs and âOhâs murmured in the warm Raleigh summer night air as they pondered, scratching their beards and deep in thought. However, the goaltender Frederik Andersen, being the eldest of four siblings with his younger sister, Amalie, was the first to break the silence.
âHonestly⊠Iâm not sure if Iâd ever let my sister date any of you guys,â he chuckled deeply, glancing down at the bottle in his hands. âI meanâdonât get me wrong, I love all of you, but you guys donât deserve her.â The boys nodded and chuckled in agreement, yet it seemed the goalie had more to say. âBut⊠if I had to choose⊠Iâd probably go with Jack here,â he said with a smile, turning his head to his right to glance at the much younger team player.
âWhat?â Jack chuckled in surprise. âReally?â
âYeah, I mean, come onâout of all these idiots, youâre probably the most⊠decent idiot,â Freddie chuckled lightly, taking a sip of his beer.
âThanks, I guess,â Jack smiled, surprisingly proud of the goaltenderâs words.
âYou know, I think Iâd actually say Jack too,â Andrei then added, smiling at his fellow teammate as well. âYouâre a good guy, Jack, and Iâm sure you could make a girl very happy, so⊠Iâd go with you.â
More of the guys nodded in agreement, clinking their beer bottles together as they cheered and chuckled. They all concurred that Jack Drury was the most suitable option for a sister to date. Well, they emphasised that they HAD to chooseâotherwise, none of the players would have selected anyone.
âTo Jack,â Jarvis then spoke again, raising his beer up in front of him. âThe player whoâs the least of an idiot among us, and the one that could have a chance with a sister.â
âCHEERS!â
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What began as a playful jest from Jarvis actually sowed a deeper seed within Jack than he had initially realised. After the conversation shifted away from the notion of dating a sister, he couldnât shake the thought that there might be some truth to it all.
He was familiar with his teammates and understood that making any romantic advances towards someone of your status would be crossing a significant boundary. However, amidst the slightly tipsy confessions, a small glimmer of hope stirred within him.
Jack had to admit that he had taken notice of you. Every time he caught sight of your radiant smile, captivating eyes, and heard your melodic laughter, his heart skipped a beat. The subtle hint of a Finnish accent in your English, despite your fluent speaking, only added to your charm. And whenever you drew near for any reason, even just to pass him and embrace your brother, he couldnât help but notice the delicate fragrance of your perfume.
Yet, Jack knew he would never act on his infatuation. He barely knew you, and he feared that the other players would perceive him as foolish for entertaining any romantic notions towards the Aho sister, particularly given that you had been a topic of discussion among the guys before.
It wasnât anything inappropriate, just typical guy-talk on the tour bus about sisters, cousins, mothers on the team, where your name had cropped up several times, and Sebastian had swiftly shut down any compliments directed your way. Because thatâs just how it went.
They discussed your sense of style, your remarkable appearances, and the way you always infused such energy into the crowd, even during training sessions. You were fantastic with the children, engaging in playful antics and unafraid to come off as silly as you rolled around on the floor to partake in mini stick games or Nerf gun battles. You were always ready to lend a hand if the team required assistance, collaborating with the wives and girlfriends, and offering support in the best way possible while still managing your own life and career.
In short, your name had been brought up on numerous occasions, and always in a positive light. And it was because of this that Jack had taken special notice of you. Noticed you, and never quite managed to forget about you.
So, spurred on by the indirect encouragement from the team, Jack resolved to act on his feelings. However, he still felt it necessary to run it by his teammate first, just to ensure that it wasnât merely the result of the beer talking or the sentiments of the evening.
Fishy: âItâs alright Jackie đ Just keep in mind if you hurt her, I canât promise how Iâll handle itâ
Jack: âI wonât! đ€đŒ But now I just need for her to say yes firstâŠâ
Fishy: âGood place to start đâ
Jack felt a certain level of relief after Sebastian had given his approval. Yet now, the next difficult task was to actually ask you out â and he knew he had to act fast before you travelled home to Finland for the summer.
Realising he wouldnât be seeing you around the rink anytime soon, he then thought of the most Gen Z way to ask someone out: through a message on Instagram.
âHey y/n â how are you?â â no⊠too formal, Jack thought, and erased the message again.
âHey, sup?â â come on, what are you, like 12?
âHey, how are you doing?â â Jack took his palm to his forehead. Why was this so hard? He then took in a deep breath and tried one more time.
âHey y/n đ I know itâs the off-season and youâre probably busy, but I was just thinking maybe youâd want to grab a coffee together sometime?â
Jack pondered. It wasnât great, but it was his best idea right now. So, letting out a deep breath, he hit send and threw the phone on the bed next to him.
Fortunately, it didnât take long for you to reply.
âHey Jack, đ Sure, Iâll be off from work around 4.30 today â want to meet somewhere Downtown?â
Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him as he read your reply. He almost couldn't believe his luck â the two of you had only exchanged short conversations throughout the past couple of years, and now you had agreed to meet up with him. It was finally happening.
Quickly composing himself, Jack typed out a response, trying to sound nonchalant despite the excitement bubbling inside him.
"Hey, that sounds great! How about we meet at Brew & Brew at 5? Looking forward to catching up with you đ"
So, with a sense of anticipation, Jack hit send and waited anxiously for your reply. This was it â the beginning of something new and exciting, and he couldn't wait to see where it would lead.
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As you and Jack settled into your seats at Brew & Brew, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by an easy sense of camaraderie. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and genuine connection.
You found yourself drawn to his warmth and sincerity, his genuine interest in getting to know you shining through. And as you shared stories and anecdotes, you realised just how much you had in common, from your love of travel to your shared passion for trying new foods.
Surprisingly, hockey didn't dominate the conversation. Instead, you delved into topics ranging from your favourite books to your most memorable travel experiences. And when the topic of your brother came up, it was met with understanding and curiosity rather than any awkwardness.
As the evening wore on, you found yourself losing track of time, engrossed in each other's company. Neither of you really wanted it to end, but you also wanted to play this out right. When you were about to part ways to say your goodnights, you offered him a tender kiss on the cheek.
âThank you, Jack,â you said with a sweet smile. âIâve had an amazing time.â
It was no secret Jack felt the same, and just as you were about to walk away, he quickly stopped you.
âHow about dinner? Before you go home,â he blurted out, his heartbeat quickening in his chest.
You nodded, letting out a deep breath as you smiled widely. âIâd love to. Tomorrow? Or would that be too soon?â You felt just as nervous, not wanting to come off too eager, but still wanting to show interest in this sweet guy.
âTomorrowâs perfect,â Jack smiled in return.
It was the easiest experience you'd ever had scheduling a date with a guy. For the first time ever, you didnât feel anxious or feared he was only using you for sex or other things. No, Jack was different. He showed genuine care and interest in you, seeming honest and true to his intentions.
Besides, knowing your brothers well, you knew Jack wouldnât have asked you out unless he truly meant it and had most likely assured Sebastian he had no ulterior motives.
Alright, he might not have had any ulterior motives, at least not more than any guy going on a date with a beautiful girl. However, you probably had to admit that a small part of you had a wish for how the night should end. And it would not be with you alone in your bed.
Soon enough, the night turned to day, and you found yourself on your way to meet Jack outside the restaurant he had chosen for your rather spontaneous date.
âWow, you look⊠stunning,â Jack let out a deep breath as he walked towards you on the pavement, the city lights flickering in the background.
You flashed him a timid smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you briefly looked down before meeting his blue eyes once more. A warmth flushed your cheeks, the thought of your simple summer dress making an impression causing your stomach to flutter.
âThanks, so do you,â you smiled, eyeing Jack up and down in his casual summer attire.
âI think we can both agree that youâre the most beautiful one hereâbut I donât mind,â he chuckled lightly. âHow about we get some dinner.â
You nodded and let him guide you into the restaurant. And as you entered the small and cosy place, you couldnât help but feel your shoulders suddenly relax, settling into the amazing and romantic atmosphere as Jack pulled out a chair for you, as gentlemanly as ever.
And just like your coffee date the day before, everything went smoothly. Any hints of nervousness quickly faded, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. No awkward silence of any sort. Everything with Jack seemed just perfect. So, as dinner ended and Jack naturally walked you home, you didnât even hesitate by the door when you asked him to come up.
A part of Jack wanted to say no; wanting to show you that his intentions went beyond just physical attraction. However, he was also aware that you were going away for weeks, and he longed to have you close. He simply couldn't let this moment slip byâthe chance to finally experience what he had desired for so long and to surrender to his deep-seated yearnings.
So, as Jack followed you up to your flat, the anticipation and excitement were palpable. The walk up the stairs seemed endless, with each step echoing your shared unspoken longing, and when you finally reached your door, your heart raced, and you could sense Jack's nervousness mirroring your own.
You fumbled with the keys for a moment before opening the door, stepping inside, and inviting Jack in with a warm smile. The cosy atmosphere of your flat enveloped you both, and as you turned to face him, you couldn't help but notice the yearning in his eyes.
"I've really enjoyed tonight," you said softly, stepping a little closer to him.
Jack nodded, his voice low and sincere. "Me too. More than I can say."
Then, spurred by a sudden confidence and without another word, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a tender, electrifying kiss. It began gently, a soft exploration, but quickly deepened as your shared passion ignited. Jack's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.
The kiss grew more intense, and you both knew there was no turning back. Breaking apart just enough to catch your breath, you looked into Jack's eyes, seeing the same desire reflected in them.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice a mix of hope and vulnerability.
But you could only smile, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely."
So, with that, you led him to your bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. The city lights outside your window cast a soft glow over the room, adding to the romantic ambiance. And as you stood together, you let your hands roam over each other's bodies, savouring the sensation of closeness.
Slowly and delicately, Jack let his hands slip underneath your summer dress, pulling it upwards, bit by bit exposing your lacy knickers, your stomach, and then your matching bra before he pulled it over your head completely.
You had to control your breath as you stood exposed to him in your underwear. And as he then began to slowly undress himself, your eyes followed his every move. He pulled his polo shirt over his head, exposing his toned and muscular torso, which elicited a light gasp from you.
He was absolutely gorgeous, and you couldnât control your own actions as you instinctively reached out to touch his chest, feeling his skin beneath your palms, his warmth radiating. âShitâŠâ you muttered softly under your breath.
Jack couldnât help but chuckle lightly as he moved to undo his loose shorts, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them and moving even closer to you to kiss you deeply. His hands found the back of your hair as you both allowed each other to explore your mouths before gently leaning back onto your bed.
It was nothing but soft and gentle as Jack then removed your last pieces of clothing, exposing your true and naked form to him, before you helped him discard his boxers, allowing your bodies to touch completely.
Jackâs actions were filled with care as his hand wandered over your curves, his fingertips gracefully brushing against your skin as he slowly moved closer to your core. You let out small moans, light breaths escaping as you parted your lips slightly. And when he gently pushed a finger past your entrance and inside your moist core, massaging your walls with care before stretching you with two digits, you sank deeper into the mattress, allowing the pleasure to consume you.
âMmm, yes Jack,â you whispered softly, feeling his fingers move in and out, stimulating your inside while you tilted your head back, your hands instinctively finding the back of his shoulders for support.
Jack couldnât help but cherish the sight beneath him. You were incredibly beautiful, and in this very moment, he was the one causing you pleasure, making you moan and feel a rush washing over you. And as he felt your muscles tighten around his fingers, signalling a climax approaching, he felt his own member pulsating with a need for release.
âOh Jack⊠Please⊠want you⊠inside meâŠâ you managed to moan as you felt your orgasm building, needing more than his fingers to reach the high you were craving. And your wish was his command.
Gently pulling his fingers out, Jack looked at you with his ocean blue eyes, a look that had shifted from his usual soft gaze to a darker, more lustful expression.
âDo you haveâŠ?â he whispered softly.
You nodded, pointing to the drawer next to your bed where Jack then retrieved a small foil package, wrapped his erect member, and moved back into missionary position before gently allowing himself to enter you.
It felt almost magical as his thick member stretched your walls, stimulating them with every motion as he slowly began to rock his hips. Instinctively, you raised your hips slightly, lifting your legs to wrap around his lower body, providing better access for him to go deeper. And before long, Jack found a steady rhythm, allowing his length to glide effortlessly in and out of your wet heat.
âOh yes⊠you feel so good,â he muttered under his breath, feeling his own climax build with every motion.
It was the perfect synchronisation of bodies moving together, a harmony of moans as you both neared the peak of pleasure, your minds completely consumed. And while Jack felt the peak approaching, he couldnât hold back his desires and thrusted harder and faster, pushing you both closer to the edge.
The night unfolded with a mixture of tenderness and passion, both of you exploring and discovering each other in ways you had only dreamed of. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word felt like a promise of something more, something deeper.
You could feel your orgasm approaching, muttering it to Jack as your walls clenched around his cock. And with every pound, you let out soft cries, the arousal taking over as you finally felt the wave release. Your mind went hazy, and Jackâs name escaped your lips in a louder moan. Followed by uncontrollable motions; your body arched, your eyes rolling back as you reached the blissful peak.
âOh yesâŠâ
And as Jack continued thrusting through your orgasm, he pushed himself over the edge as well, letting out a deep grunt as he released into the latex.
Breaths were heavy, the air thick as you both calmed from the rush of sweaty and passionate sex. Smiles adorned both your faces, and neither of you could contain the surge of happiness you felt in that very moment.
As the hours passed, you found yourselves lying entwined in each other's arms, the soft glow of dawn beginning to filter through the curtains. You felt a sense of contentment and connection you had never experienced before. Jack's arms around you were warm and reassuring, and you couldn't help but smile at the thought of what the future might hold.
"Thank you for tonight," Jack murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You snuggled closer, feeling safe and cherished. "Thank you, Jack. This has been perfect."
Jack smiled; it had indeed been perfect. Despite not wanting to ruin this moment, he couldnât help but chuckle as he let out a teasing thought.
âPlease donât tell your brother I slept with you on our first date⊠pretty sure heâd kill me for that.â
You had to let out a soft giggle. In this romantic and tender moment, the first thing Jack thought about was what Sebastian would think of him. So, you naturally decided to play along. âHmm, I wonât say anything, but⊠in case he finds out anyway, Iâd probably have a plan B ready.â
It was another moment filled with heartfelt laughter, following an amazing evening and a wonderful date. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, one filled with promise, excitement, and the kind of love you had always hoped to find.
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Nonsense | Jacob Bae
SUMMARY: never would you have thought that joining the music club is where you would develop an abnormal crush on your senior/club president Jacob Bae. so when the university's annual school performance is around the corner, you have decided to give a shot to confess your feelings in the most extravagant way possible.
PAIRING: senior!Jacob x junior g.n!reader
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: pg-13, kissing, yall this is just pure tooth-rotting fluff
WORD COUNT: 4,473
A/N: we're back with another fic for the emails i can't send fwd: collab that i'm doing with @heemingyu đ shoutout to both sana & @sungbeam for beta reading & helping me out with this one!! love you both loads đ also, lowkey this was written for you @zzoguri aka cobster's future, i hope you'll enjoy this (and may this somehow be a little something for you during your hectic times ily my moni forever!! â€ïž)
It was finally the summer holidays, and you were ecstatic as you heard the sound of a vehicle driving right onto your front porch. You had been waiting for this moment since you got the news during the new year and counting down the days on your calendar without fail every day.
Once you heard the engine stop, you immediately ran out to the door to jump right into the personâs arms which were already opened wide, fully expecting your demeanour.Â
âYujin! Iâve been waiting months for you!â You shrieked as you hugged your cousin tight, rubbing your cheek against hers.Â
Both you and Yujin were raised together by your grandmother back in Vancouver, and things took a turn when your parents eventually got a promotion up in Toronto, causing you to move far away from your family. Because of that, you donât get to see each other often anymore, the most being once every 2 years when your parents will try their best to make time to attend the Christmas parties held annually at your grandmotherâs house.Â
Yujin was like your long-lost sibling; even though you were cousins, you both felt there was more to that. Ever since you both have gotten your very own mobile phones, you both promised that you would FaceTime each other almost every other day. You knew everything about one anotherâfrom each otherâs darkest secrets to how much money you stole from your parents' wallets when you were younger to buy that vinyl you have been eyeing for the longest time.Â
But lately, things have been a bit too chaotic for you both to keep up the promised ritual. Since you both started university, it was hard to make plans, especially when studying in different courses, which also meant different timetables and classes. During the weekends, the both of you would often be occupied with either school events or at your local pizzeria as your part-time job. Hence, texting was the primary source of communication between you two.
And besides that, something crucial had happened to you lately, and you couldnât wait to spill the beans to your cousin.Â
Once you had helped Yujin unload her stuff from the car and moved it up to your room, you quickly made yourselves feel comfortable by cuddling together on your sofa bed.Â
âSo, tell me. How has life been for you?â you asked, blinking your eyes, trying to give her a pleading face because you wanted to know about everything that had happened lately.Â
âIâve been promoted to being part of the student council at my university! Oh, and then thereâs also me actually acing an exam that I clearly did not study for because I was up all night that past few weeks playing Genshin Impact. Oh, and then there was this adorable guy from my campus who I think kind of has a crush on me because he always glances in my direction, like you know? That stare? And thenââÂ
âWoah woah, slow down, tiger,â you had to pause your cousin because clearly, she was dumping all of the information without giving you time to process them individually. With that, the both of you chuckled, hands placed onto your stomach as you began to laugh a little bit too hard until it started to hurt.Â
This was what you had missed so dearly, and you couldnât help but put on this genuine warm, soft smile on your face as you looked into Yujinâs eyes.Â
That was until she squinted at you.Â
âWhatever youâre doing right now is creeping me out real bad, so I suggest you stop that.âÂ
You slapped her arm. âRude.âÂ
âFine. What about you then? Iâm sure your time at the University of Toronto has been a wild ride for you.âÂ
âAbout thatâŠI have something I need to consult you for,â you lowered your head and voice to a minimum, which got your cousin's ears perked up and was prodding your arms, wanting to know the details.Â
âOh my god, did you just finally have your first kiss?â
âW-what? No! I mean, at least not yetâŠ.âÂ
âWhat do you mean not yet? So do you have a special someone in your life right now?â
With a deep sigh, you took one of the pillows lying on the floor and threw it in Yujinâs direction, causing her to hug the pillow tight as she laid her head down gently to rest on it.Â
âBuckle up, babe. Itâs going to be a long story.âÂ
Flashback
âGod, why do I have to sign up for this?âÂ
You stomped your feet to the ground as you looked at the paper, which read: âApplications for extra-curricular activities such as clubs are mandatory for all students, commencing on April 2023.âÂ
Your university had been pretty lenient over the years, and they had never once forced students to participate in clubs if they chose not to, understanding that some of them had make-up classes for their courses or were just busy with their thesis and side jobs. Most of the students in the university themselves took on part-time jobs, such as working in the schoolâs cafeteria and library, to earn a little bit of pocket money to survive.
So, when they decided to change the rules after the previous headmaster resigned and was replaced by a new one that everyone did not like, she chose that both coursework and extracurricular activities played a crucial role in oneâs graduation.Â
Left with no choice, you stood before the bulletin board, trying to find a club that suited your taste.Â
âScrew Mrs. Kim.â You huffed.Â
âLook, Y/N. It canât be too bad. Itâs just a club. After all, nobody said you have to be super committed to it,â Your friend Keeho sighed, looking at how you beat yourself up over such trivial matters.Â
âYou donât understand, Keeho. This means I will have less time at home because I will have to leave to work my shifts at the pizzeria right after clubs. What is going to happen to my games and k-dramas?â You whined.Â
âIf you want to graduate from university, youâre going to have to choose one now.â Knocking some sense into you, he gave you a pat on your shoulder before walking away towards the opposite direction, heading to his club.
You turned to look back at the bulletin board once again, scanning through all of the posters and flyers that were scattered throughout. After a minute or two, your eyes finally landed on this one cream-coloured flyer, and you sighed before checking the location once more before heading to your destination.Â
âThis is the only option that will work for now.â
âHello?â You called out, but the room was empty as you opened and peeked your head through the door. Thinking that you should try again, you entered the room and looked around.Â
There was nothing here but a ray of sunshine shining through the glass window into the empty room, and the sunlight landed directly on the lone black piano at the corners of the room.
Maybe playing it for a while wouldnât hurt at all.
You slowly approached the piano and opened it up as you made yourself comfortable, sat down, and got into the rightful position, gently laying your hands on the keys. Immediately, you started playing one of your favourite pieces of all time, Summer by Joe Hisaishi. Unbeknownst to you, your body began swaying along with the music, enjoying the moment you were in.Â
That was until a clap made you stop your tracks.
âWow, that was some excellent playing right there.â The male gave you a round of applause as he slowly approached you, causing you to jump right up, looking all flustered.Â
âI-UmmâIâm sorry! I didnât mean to play the instrument without approvalââÂ
âOh no, no! The piano is free for anyone who wants to play, so youâre all good,â he reassured you, causing you to calm your fast breathing down by placing a hand on your fast-rising chest.Â
As he finally reached where you were standing, he posed a question directly at you. âIs there anything that I could help you with?âÂ
It was there, and then you took in his facial features as the sunlight shone from his face. His soft fluffy brunette hair, those doe-like eyes, and how mesmerising it was as he smiled. Adding onto the fact that he keeps smiling in the best way possible, your heart starts to flutter.Â
âUmm, hello?â He was now waving his hands over your face.Â
Oh, right. You were supposed to sign up for a club. What on earth were you thinking, Y/N?
âY-yes! Iâm here actually to ummâŠsign up for the club,â you said reluctantly, a little bit too shy with your answer.Â
That was when the maleâs eyes widened, and he did a little jump to indicate how happy he was to hear that from you, and he quickly extended out his hands to you, giving you a handshake.
âBut of course! We are always open to new members joining the music club! Oh, pardon me, where were my manners? You can call me Jacob.â Â
âY-Y/N.â You replied.
It has been around two weeks since you joined the music club, and everything has been going smoothly for you. Thanks to Jacob (who turned out to be the clubâs president), he has helped you so much in trying to get you to blend into the crowd and with other musicians, creating a very safe and warm atmosphere for everyone.Â
It was also then that you noticed what kind of a person he was. He was very gentle, yet suitable to be a leader. The tone of his voice and the way he handled things fairly and reasonably made everyone respect him and want to perform alongside him.Â
From what you have heard from the club members, Jacob would lead the team to busk at the city centre once every two to three weeks, which was where they would earn some money that served as their reward as they went out to celebrate once in a while at the local party scenes such as the bars.Â
Thanks to his guidance, the universityâs music club eventually garnered enough audience from the school and the public to the point that they have been invited to perform multiple times throughout the year. You have heard that even local communities such as the orphanage and childcare facilities would often ask Jacob and his team to function for the underprivileged ones, and they would gladly volunteer, even if it were for free.Â
There were a few times when you stayed behind to help Jacob close up the music room (more like you were trying your best to spend much time with him as much as you could), and it was when you decided to ask him about his thoughts and the way he did things around here.Â
âMusic just means so much to me, and I would gladly perform every day even if I had to. Itâs not about the money; it can be great as a little side income, but what matters most is that I do this because I am passionate about it,â he replied, clearly stating his goals and reasons well.Â
Ever since that conversation, you notice more in detail how he did things or even when he performed. Just as he said, he was passionateâit didnât matter if things were hindering his way, he would still make way for it.Â
No matter how burnt out he could be from his coursework or side job, he would always place the music club first, making sure that not only he enjoyed the whole process but also the club members as well.Â
Slowly, you began to admire him for not just his good looks but also his personality. It was as if he was this fine perfect gentleman that had just entered your life easily, and you couldnât stop thinking about him each day.Â
It was the way he was always smiling with others, the way he would sometimes sit at the piano and play a duet with you, the way you both were guitarists, so one of you would either offer a fun little duet session after club hours, even up till writing song lyrics together.Â
And how there was one time he unintentionally got his arms around your waist when you slipped from the wet, freshly-cleaned wooden floor from the club, and he caught you in time.Â
That was something that you have thought about all the time ever since it happened.Â
As the weeks progressed to months, the little spark in your heart for him eventually grew, and it just kept getting bigger each time you saw him in the same club room.Â
And that was when you knew you were in big trouble.
End of flashbackÂ
âDamn, you're whipped,â Yujin concluded after listening to your story.Â
âI know. Thatâs why Iâm telling you this, Yujin. Iâm so screwed.â You buried your head in your palms, the slight headache becoming more prominent now.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong with liking a senior? Iâd say itâs your time to shine and confess to him.â She reassured you by gently rubbing your back before you slowly lifted your face up.Â
âThatâs because I think I might be in too deep,â you mumbled.Â
âAnd how exactly did you come up with that conclusion?âÂ
âDo you ever start stammering and slur your speech when they get close to you like theyâve not done anything, but somehow you just canât converse like a proper human being.â
âOh.âÂ
âWhen they literally tell you how they absolutely love your eyes and loved making them roll?â
âOkay. Go on.â
âAnd that you actually finally got their contact number and literally named them âdo not leave me aloneâ?â
âHold up, let me see.â
Reluctantly, you fished out for your phone in your back pocket and scrolled through your contact list until you found Jacobâs. As you click into it, you nervously hand your phone to your cousin, praying internally that she will not drop another diss to make you feel worse than you already are.Â
Do not leave me alone â€ïžâđ©č. That was exactly what was written for the club presidentâs contact name on your phone.Â
âDamn, Y/N. I never would have thought you would be so delusional. Iâd like to think that youâre far worse than I am,â Yujin declared, turning your face into a bright red tomato again.Â
âI know, Yujin! And I have never felt this way before. Thatâs why I needed your validation.â You were practically doing somersaults mentally right now, wishing that you could take it all back, but at the same time, you needed to let out your inner feelings too. Â
As Yujin handed your phone back to you, she raised an eyebrow before posing you a question. âSo, what exactly do you intend to do from here on?âÂ
âThereâs this upcoming music festival at my university this weekend, and I will be performing on stage.âÂ
âOh, thatâs greatââ
âAnd Iâm going to perform a song I wrote specifically about him,â you blurted out.Â
That made Yujin shut her mouth as she tried to process what she had just heard. âWow, Y/N. You are literally going all out on this.âÂ
âI just need a way to get this off my shoulders somehow, Yujin. And itâs now or never,â you said.Â
âWill he realise that you are trying to serenade him, though?â Yujin asked as she placed her hand on your shoulder.Â
âSuccess or not, I will still do it. And then Iâll completely forget that Iâve ever written this song ever again.â
It was finally Friday night, and the auditorium hall was filled with students, lecturers, and outsiders. Peeking from the backstage, there was this nervousness in the pit of your stomach, and you were now trying your best to rethink your actions.Â
What exactly had made you even decide to sign up for the concert in the first place had remained a mystery for you, and looking back now, you swore you wouldâve thrown a cold bucket of water over you to wake you up from your insanity.Â
But it was too late to turn back now, as it would be your turn on stage in a few minutes. After the previous performer finished his chosen song, the MC briefly introduced you and your contributions to the music club before finally inviting you onstage.Â
As you entered with the white guitar you had gotten for Christmas a few years prior, you tried your best to search for Yujin amongst the crowdâsure enough, she was sitting right at the side, waving her hands enthusiastically to cheer you on. You couldnât help but flash a smile back.Â
And finally, you decided to find the man of your dreams, and he was sitting right in the middle section along with the other club members. He gave you a clap just like the rest of the audience did and mouthed out a few words that you couldnât grasp. Perhaps he was just saying âall the best,â as one would as they support their fellow members.
When you finally reached where the microphone stood, you adjusted yourself before positioning your fingers along the instrument's strings and introducing the piece you were about to perform.Â
âThis song was written by a special someone in the crowd tonight, and whoever that it may be, I hope this song speaks to your heart and that you mean a lot to me. Without further ado, enjoy.âÂ
With a few strums from the guitar, you gathered enough courage to smile before singing into the microphone.Â
Iâll be honest.Â
Looking at you got me thinking nonsense.
Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in
And when you got your arms around me
Oh, it feels so goodÂ
Instantly, you noticed several people from the crowd starting vibing along with your song as they naturally swayed their bodies from left to right, enjoying the melody and rhythm your song produced.Â
I had to jump the octave
I think I got an ex, but I forgot him
And I canât find my chill, I mustâve lost it
I donât even know, Iâm talkinâ nonsenseÂ
Iâm talkinâ, Iâm talkinâÂ
When you peeked from the corner of your eye, you noticed how Yujiin practically stood up, clapping her hands along with the rhythm. Naturally, the people around her joined in, as did the crowd from the middle and far left section.Â
God, were you so grateful for that, so much so that you were trying to hold back your tears.Â
Iâm talkinâ all around the clock
Iâm talkinâ hope nobody knocks
Iâm talkinâ opposite of softÂ
Iâm talkinâ wild, wild thoughts
You gotta keep up with me
I got some young energy
I caught the L-O-V-E
How could you do this to me?
Iâll be honest.Â
Looking at you got me thinking nonsense.
With one final strum, you ended the performance with a bang, and you got the crowd to give you one of the loudest cheers you have heard throughout the night. Some have even given you a standing ovation, and you swore that tears were about to form in your eyes.Â
You quickly redirected your attention to Jacob, and he did the same, standing up while giving you that sweet honey smile that youâve grown to be obsessed with, clapping along with the rest of the audience.Â
Thank you for existing, Jacob Bae. I hope you can hear my thoughts through this song written specifically for you.Â
With a final bow, you quickly exited the stage.
You were sitting on a bench at a park near campus, opening the bottle of sparkling water you had gotten from one of the nearby vending machines.
You met up with Yujin right after the show and told her how you wanted some time alone just to wind down and digest everything that had happened. You reassured her that you wouldnât be gone too long and would return as soon as possible. Thankfully, your cousin understood the message and agreed so long as you did not venture far away nor leave her alone too long exploring your campus.Â
With a sip of the water, you couldnât help but smile as you looked up into the skies filled with stars on a clear night like today. The secret was finally out, and a burden was lifted from your shoulders, so you could just sit back on the bench and relax a little bit.Â
That was until a voice brought you back to reality.
âMind if I join you?â
You jolted up from the bench to see the man you were trying to serenade, and immediately you felt the heat rise towards your cheek, and you began stammering again.Â
âY-yes, o-of course!! Umm..g-go ahead!!â
As he sat next to you, you naturally shifted slightly away from him and ducked your head down as you began to rub your palms around the water bottle you were holding back and forth. Jacob noticed your demeanour, and he couldnât help but giggle as he saw the redness of your face becoming more prominent.
Because he had always known how you have been having a crush on him.
To break the ice, he devised a simple conversation to help you loosen up a bit and break off the tension.Â
âI really like your guitar, Y/N. Itâs just the right shade of white, and seeing it reminds me of elegance and simplicity but in an attractive way.âÂ
âU-uh, thanks! It was gifted to me as a presentââ
âJust like you, Y/N.âÂ
Wait, what?
Did you just hear that right? Or is your mind playing tricks with you? Maybe the after-effects of adrenaline from the performance got you thinking nonsense. But you had to make sure.Â
âI ummâŠI beg your pardon?â
âI said what I said, Y/N. I know you have a crush on me.â
Oh no.
âHow I make you feel all giddy and excited every time I talk to you.â
Oh, hell no.Â
âAnd Iâm going to guess that the song you just performed was directed towards me.â
Lord Jesus, take the wheel.Â
At this point, you felt as if you were receiving dozens of arrows shooting right into your heart one at a time, and you were just about to pass out. What you thought was a simple crush became way too apparent to the point that your love interest has already known since day one.Â
This is the most embarrassing shit ever.Â
You quickly recollected yourself by sitting up straight and clearing your throat before responding properly.Â
âHa-ha, I guess I-I was too obvious!! I-Iâm sorry if I mightâve made you un-uncomfortable in any wayââ
That was when Jacob interrupted you. âWhat makes you think I was uncomfortable by all of this?â
Jacon now inches a few spots closer to where you were, and your butt was glued shut on the bench because if you were to move any further, you would end up falling straight onto the grass.Â
Oh, good lord.Â
âIâm actually grateful for you, Y/N. I think itâs the first time anyone has ever felt that way about me,â he smiled.Â
That was when you blinked your eyes. âW-what, really? How can people not fall in love with youââ You clasped your hands over your mouth as soon as you said the âLâ word.Â
He chuckled. âI donât know. People have always seemed to view me as a good friend but not a potential love interest. I havenât had one since a long time ago, and that made me rethink if I could ever date again.â
Gently he laid his hands onto yours that were situated on the bench as he turned his full attention to you now.Â
âAnd funny enough, Iâm pretty sure I have feelings for you too. The moment I saw you playing Summer on the piano that first day we met, I knew there was something different about you. And I am so glad that eventually we got close to one another.â
After that, Jacob finally took in a deep breath before turning his direction back to you, which made you gulped for a second. âI think it wouldnât be fair for me to not give you a proper response to your confession to me, no?âÂ
Oh, god. Itâs here. âS-soâŠwhat are your thoughts, Jacob? Was the song okay?â
âY/N. It was far beyond just okay. It was a masterpiece, and I loved how quirky you are with the lyrics. It was something else, but it suited my taste.âÂ
As he finally intertwined his fingers with yours, he inched his face closer to yours until they were centimetres apart.Â
âI accept the proposal, Y/N.â He smiled.
âY-youâŠyou do?â You asked weakly as if you were already not melting enough from the tension and heat.Â
âWill you give me a chance, Y/N?â There was this glistening in his eyes, and he looked exactly like Puss in Boots from the animation that both you and Yujin loved watching when you were kids.
âIf youâre ready to deal with me, of course,â you stammered.Â
He gave you the biggest smile before pulling you into a warm embrace. âMore than ready, Y/N.âÂ
As you sunk into his embrace and took in his scent, you rested your chin upon his shoulders and stayed just like that briefly before Jacob broke off the hug and gently grabbed both of your shoulders, his eyes now landing on your lips.Â
âMay I?âÂ
Without giving a proper answer, you immediately shut your eyes, indicating that it was a yes in your books. Jacob chuckled at that for a while before leaning in to give a peck on your lips.Â
The sweet moment was then ruined by a ruffling noise coming from behind as both you and Jacob turned towards its direction. Sure enough, you found your cousin Yujin emerging from one of the trees with her phone in hand, recording the whole session.Â
âNow, that is what I call a successful indirect confession!â She exclaimed.Â
âMiss Ahn Yujin donât you even dareââ you quickly threatened her before you took off running towards where she was, and she did the same but ran away from you instead.Â
âYou will be sleeping on the streets tonight!â You yelled.
âTry me, Y/N!â She replied.Â
Jacob watched as the two of you began chasing each other around the park, and he couldnât help but giggle as he laid back and propped one arm on the bench, just admiring everything about you.Â
âLittle did you know Y/N, that you also got me thinking nonsense about you all day every day.â
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Maybe 27 with larissa or lesso?
Hey anon! I already did 27 for Lesso and you can read it here: Red Fever. But Iâd love to write this for Larissa đđ€ I included an amazing song to go along with this fic đâš
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#27. âIf you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!â
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, shower sex, implied masturbation, fingering, kissing, hickeys, praise kink, angst, enemies to lovers kinda, implied future smut, etc.
Enjoy (;
You had started working at Nevermore this summer and now the school semester was in swing. Your colleagues were pretty nice and the kids were great (difficult at times, but you loved them). And then there was Principal Weems.
You two had a weirdly professional yet complicated relationship. You were both formal and behaved professionally. At least most of the time. You had a hunch that she didnât like you. And that she simply covered her distaste for you with professionalism.
For one, she insisted that all staff members called her âLarissaâ in private, but not with you. For you, it was always âPrincipal Weemsâ or âMs. Weemsâ. She also actively ignored your inputs at staff meetings. Sheâd just run you over and continue talking. Her words to you were curt and prompt. And you had the feeling she avoided to be alone with you at all costsâŠ
But you loved everything else about Nevermore. So you put up with the Principals disguised hatred. Even though it hurt your heart that the two of you didnât get along.
You sighed, contemplating all of this for the zillionth time, as you made your way to Principal Weemsâ office. You had to drop off some paperwork, which meant you unfortunately had to interact with Larissa⊠You arrived at her office, only to find the office door cracked open⊠You entered the office and found no one.
âPrincipal WeemsâŠ?â You called.
âMâmmmâŠâ
You heard a stifled mumble of a voice in response, coming from a side door in Principal Weemsâ office. You placed the papers on her desk and quietly approached the ajar door. You heard a light pattering of water. As if someone was showeringâŠ
âOh FuckâŠâ a muffled voice groaned.
Your eyes widened at this and your ears pricked up even more. But nothing could have prepared you for what you heard nextâŠ
âOh God Y/N thatâs itâŠ! Such a good girlâŠ!!â Larissa cried out.
Your breath hitched and you stumbled backwards. Your brain short circuited and you practically ran back to your private quarters. You slammed your door shut, collapsing against the door and panting heavily.
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The next morning, all you could think about was what you had heard the night before. Through the entire staff meeting, your thoughts were spiraling.
Why would Larissa say your name? Didnât she hate you??
As the staff meeting let out, you decided you had to do something.
âPrincipal Weems, can I speak to you in your office for a moment?â you asked.
The Principal didnât even look up to meet your eye. She merely hummed a yes in response. You entered her office, yesterdays sounds ringing in your ear, as Larissa closed the door behind you. She walked around behind her desk and her eyes finally met yours.
âWhat is it Miss L/N?â She impatiently asked, her foot tapping the floor.
âIâŠâ you stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words.
âWhy do you hate me so much?â You blurted out, just wanting to get this over with.
Larissaâs eyes widened at your statement and her lips pursed.
âExcuse meâŠ?â
âI⊠why do you⊠hate me so muchâŠ?â You stuttered, tears starting to sweal in your eyes.
âDonât be ridiculous, Miss L/N.â She defended.
âItâs not ridiculous!â You exclaimed with a crack in your speech, âI just⊠I just donât understand!â
âDonât understand what??â Larissa demanded with a raised voice.
âIf you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!â You exclaimed, finally letting it out.
Larissa was stunned. And now you were confused by her reaction. After a minute of straight silence, Larissa broke out in a fit of giggles.
âIs this funny to you??â You questioned the blonde.
âYesâŠ!â She chuckled, âDo you honestly not understand??â
âUnderstand what?!â you yelled.
âThat I like you!!â She yelled back.
Luckily Larissa had closed the doorâŠ
It still hadnât clicked for you yet.
Larissa groaned out in frustration, swiftly invading your personal space, and smashing her lips into yours. At first you froze, but Larissa was quick to melt you with her lips on yours. You giddily moaned into the kiss, as Larissaâs tongue slid into your mouth. You both had to eventually pull away to regain your breath.
Larissa stared at your unabashedly, as your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Her lipstick was smeared all over you lips and all around hers as well.
âDo you understand nowâŠ?â She purred.
Your blush tenfolded, âYesâŠâ you whispered back.
Larissaâs lips grazed your ear, âDid it turn you on to hear your name on my lipsâŠ?â She purred.
You shuddered at the change to such a sultry tone. Your throat went dry at her words.
She lustfully continued, âDid you want that to be your fingers making me come undoneâŠ?â
You gulped and nodded.
âWell Why donât you join me for a shower thenâŠ?â She purred, staring you down intently.
âIâŠYes pleaseâŠ!â you immediately whimpered in response.
Larissa raised her brow and walked over to the side door, leading to her private quarters. She beckoned you to follow her.
This was a fucking fever dreamâŠ
You followed the blonde into her room and then into her bathroom, your mouth agape the entire time. Larissa chuckled lightly at the effect she had on you. She closed and locked the bathroom door.
And then she began stripping right in front of you. Your eyes widened and your blush deepened as Larissa exposed her swell breasts, milky thighs, and everything else for you to see⊠You were glued to the spot. Larissa eventually sauntered over to you, swinging her bare hips in a delicious fashion.
âThis will not workâŠâ Larissa tutted, as she began to remove your clothing, piece by piece.
Your pupils were blown wide and you let the blonde lead you into the shower. She turned the water on. The same sound of pattering water filled the room. You still couldnât fully believe this was happening. But then her lips were on yours again, and everything made sense again.
Your bodies moved in tandem, as Larissa guided you to trap her in between the wall and your own body. As her tongue explored your mouth, Larissaâs hands explored your exposed, wet body. One hand found itâs home on your ass, squeezing it and eliciting a moan from your lips, which Larissa gladly swallowed. The other hand finding your breasts and kneeding them one after the other.
Eventually, Larissa pulled away from the heated kiss and brought her lips to the shell of your ear, âWhy donât you be a good girl and finger me, babyâŠâ she husked, her words sending shivers down your spine.
You immediately nodded, dropping to your knees for the blonde. Larissa widened her stance for you, as she leaned against the wall with one hand in your hair. Your mouth found home on the blondes clit, causing Larissa to only egg you on more. You ran a finger through her folds, removing your mouth from her clit for a moment to lick her slick off your finger. You moaned in delight.
âGod Baby⊠Donât be a teaseâŠâ Larissa groaned.
At that, your tongue wrapped itself around her clit once more and you slipped a finger into the blondes dripping cunt. Your began pumping and curling your finger inside her heat at a decent pace.
âOh FuckâŠ! More Baby⊠God more!!â Larissa moaned out, her head and eyes rolled back in pleasure.
You happily obliged, slipping another finger into her throbbing pussy and speeding up your thrusts. Once you found that spongey spot in the blondes walls, she was done for⊠Larissaâs legs began shaking and moans flowed freely from her lips. You added a third finger and Larissa snapped.
âOh God Y/N thatâs itâŠ! Such a good girlâŠ!!â Larissa cried out, as she came around your fingers, with your mouth on her clit.
You eagerly cleaned the blonde up through and after her high. You then looked up and met her hodded gaze.
âSuch a good girlâŠâ Larissa husked, cupping your chin and raising you to connect your lips to hers.
You whimpered into the kiss, now needing desperate relief yourself. Now you were the one to pul away. Your needy eyes met Larissaâs.
âPlease⊠I need youâŠâ you whimpered.
Larissa chuckled, âDonât worry, Baby⊠Iâll take care of youâŠâ peppering along your collar bone kisses in between her words, âmy good girlâŠâ she purred.
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into the beat of the night (ch 3) "self control"
moodboard by the lovely @hellishjoel, gif by me
pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them)
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
chapter warnings: fingering, one (1) handjob, discussions of sexuality/gender (in an... interesting way), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit
word count: 3k
dividers by @saradika
beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne â„)
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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.
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âWhatâs their name again?â
âRiver. I already told you, Benjamin,â Frankie chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.
âRight, sorry. Iâve just never met a non⊠what was it again?â
Frankie, Benny, Will, and Santiago were at their usual bar that night. It was in a different part of town than The Night Owl, with a completely different vibe, but it was cozy. The four of them had become regulars and knew the staff by name.
âNon-binary person,â Will said, shoving Benny on the shoulder. âAre you listening at all?â
Benny shot his brother a look and stuck his tongue out, because apparently Benny was still five. âOf course Iâm listening! Non-bi-nar-y,â he sounded it out, tapping his finger on the table with each syllable. âWhat does, uh⊠What does that like, mean, Fish?â
Frankie furrowed his brows and took another drink. âI havenât actually asked yet. All they told me is that theyâre like⊠both, and neither, at the same time.â He hummed thoughtfully. âI was a little distracted after that and didnât get to ask.â
Santiago grinned, slapping Frankie on the shoulder. âGood for you, Fish.â
Frankie rolled his eyes, but smiled, thinking about the kiss he shared with River the other night. They kept texting, and heâd even asked River out on a real date, which brought the guys to the bar. It had been a year or so since his last date and he needed advice on where to take someone like River. He wasnât as familiar with the goth subculture and thought maybe his brothers would have experience. At the very least Ben, whoâd been with a few different kinds of people.
âI did look it up that night after I got home, but Iâm still a little confused,â Frankie shrugged.
âJust ask them, man,â Will offered. âThey seemed cool with your first question.â
Frankie nodded, a look of determination crossing his features. âYouâre right. It couldnât hurt, right?â
Frankie was sweating. Marisol was with her mom this week, so he hadnât had to worry about having that conversation yet. He was planning on telling River about her tonight. He checked his hair in the mirror again before he left, deciding to go without his hat tonight, but worried all his nerves would deflate the work he put into it. He sighed as he messed around with the unruly curls again. This is why he stuck to hats. Frankieâs phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling him.
ok im ready, eddie đ
River still thought it was hilarious that Frankie had worn an Iron Maiden t-shirt to a goth club, claiming that it fit his âold man aestheticâ, whatever that meant. This led to River referring to Frankie as âEddieâ, after the bandâs skeleton mascot.
Yeah yeah iâm coming
Frankie saw the typing dots appear and disappear a couple times before disappearing completely. He sighed to himself and checked his hair one last time before leaving his apartment.Â
When he got to the neighborhood of the address River had given him, he checked his phone again, making sure he was in the right place. He slowly crept up the hill towards the last line of apartments and immediately his heart started pounding. Frankie really liked River. He didnât want to fuck this up, and hoped him being a dad wouldnât ruin that. Or his big dumb mouth.
River was standing at the bottom of the staircase of the apartment complex and waved, a huge grin on their face. Frankie stopped the truck and leaned over to open the passenger side door for them to climb inside. The scent of bergamot, clove, and sandalwood filled his nostrils again as the truck door shut. Frankie calmed down, and smiled, leaning over to give River a kiss on the cheek. âYou look amazing,â he breathed, taking in Riverâs outfit; they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like theyâd freshly shaved the right side of their head as well. Riverâs look was so new for Frankie, he couldnât help being captivated by them every time he saw them.
âThank you,â River smiled, heart skipping a beat. âWhere are we off to?â They rested their ring-clad hand over Frankieâs larger one in between the two of them on the seat. âWhen you said it was a surprise, I admit I got a little nervous.â
Frankie placed his hand on the back of the truck seat and looked behind them as he backed up to leave the apartment complex. Riverâs eyes were glued to Frankieâs neck and subtly licked their lips at the sight of the thick muscles and veins. Their eyes moved up to Frankieâs side profile and they swooned.
âHow come? Donât trust me?â Frankie smirked, making eye contact before his eyes moved to the road, and started heading toward their destination.
River shrugged, even though they knew he couldnât see them. âMaybe. Maybe not,â they smirked. The red light of the clock on the console caught Riverâs eye; 7:30pm.Â
âWell, thatâs a shame. I had a nice dinner planned and everything,â Frankie showed them an exaggerated pout, a twinkle in his eye.
âOh, well, in that case.â
The restaurant Frankie picked mightâve been a little more⊠casual, then he remembered. The last time he was here was with Jackson. He shook off the memory. He was here with River now. The place was actually more like a diner, with vintage photos of women in pinup-style outfits and poses.
Frankie reached for Riverâs hand and laced their fingers together as he found them a table, letting River sit first.
âSuch a gentleman,â River teased, squeezing his hand before getting comfy in the booth.
âI try,â Frankie smiled bashfully as he joined them on the opposite side. The light shining down onto the table lit River beautifully. He noticed that Riverâs button-up was actually a dark green, with subtle velvet roses all over.
They ordered their food and made easy conversation. River talked about their job as an architect. They were working on designing a building that was be built in the next couple of years in the city. Frankie found it fascinating but couldnât focus on the words, too distracted by their calming voice and watching their mannerisms. River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something, and Frankie thought it was adorable.
âSorry, I know Iâm rambling now,â River shook their head, cutting themself off. Frankie frowned,mouth full of french fries.
âPlease, continue, I donât mind listening.â
So River did. They talked about anything and everything. Frankie interjected here and there, but was more than content to listen to River talk. When there was a lull in the conversation, Frankieâs palms started to get sweaty. Their plates were empty now, but River still had half of their milkshake left.
It was now or never. Frankie took a deep breath.
âSo⊠Iâve been meaning to tell you something,â he started. River raised an eyebrow and rested their chin on the palm of their hand, listening. Frankie cleared his throat before continuing. âUm, so I know this is a dealbreaker for some people, so I wonât be offended if you want to stop things after tonight. B-But I would like to stay friends if thatâs the case.â He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs. âIâve got a daughter.â
River was quiet for a second before a small smile appeared on their face. âIâm actually not surprised. How old is she?â
âYouâre not?â
âOf course not. Youâre an incredibly handsome man of a certain ageââ
âHey.â
âAnd any woman would be stupid not to make an honest man outta you,â River winked.
Frankie blinked a couple times before chuckling softly. River continued to surprise him. âWell, her mother isnât in the picture, at least not with me. Marisol, my daughter, sees her half the time, and stays with me the other half of the time,â he explained, crossing his arms comfortably over the table. âOh, and sheâs four.â
âAww, can I see a picture of her?â
Frankieâs heart fluttered as pulled his phone out, opening the album of photos devoted just to his little girl. He slid his phone over to River and they started scrolling through the photos with a smile on their face.
âSheâs adorable, Frankie,â River hummed, returning his phone back to him. âI can tell you think the world of her. I wonât lie, Iâm not really⊠uh, a kid kind of person. I always just planned on being the cool cousin and not a parent,â they muttered, resting their chin on their palm again.
Frankie nodded in understanding. âI totally get that. I just figured it wouldnât be fair to you, or to Marisol, to keep her a secret, yâknow?â
âAbsolutely, and I appreciate you telling me,â River nodded back. âBut I like you. A lot. And Iâm willing to give this a shot with you. So I donât think Marisol is a dealbreaker.â
Frankieâs heart soared at Riverâs words. âI really like you, too,â he grinned like an idiot, cheeks warm. âCâmon, we still have another part to this date.â He stood up and held his hand out for River to take.
After paying, the two found themselves back in Frankieâs truck heading down the highway. It was starting to get darker and the roads were clearing. They pulled up to a drive-in, but there werenât any other cars.
âWhat is this, Grease?â River teased. âA diner and then a drive-in movie?â
Frankie snorted and reached out his window to pay for their tickets before finding somewhere to park. âI happen to like drive-in movies and diners, thank you very much.â
âThatâs because youâre oldââ
âIâm only a few years older than you,â Frankie deadpanned.
âDetails.â
About a third of the way into the original Halloween, Frankie put his arm around Riverâs shoulders and pulled them close. River happily cuddled into Frankieâs side, loving the warmth and softness they found there.
Halfway through, Riverâs eyes started wandering elsewhere. They looked down at the crotch of Frankieâs jeans, and wondered what lay beyond the tight denim. They looked up at Frankieâs face and kissed the little patch in his beard that refused to grow hair. Frankie looked down at them, deep brown eyes looking over Riverâs features. He went from their dark-rimmed eyes, to their collarbone, and back to their plush lips, his heart pounding. He didnât need any further convincing and started kissing River deeply, holding the side of their face.
River hummed into Frankieâs mouth and slowly crawled into Frankieâs lap. They grinned as Frankie huffed a breath against their lips, holding Riverâs hips in his large hands. River kissed the corner of Frankieâs mouth before moving down to the side of his neck and sucked a mark where his neck met his shoulder. Frankie shuddered, moving a hand down and squeezing Riverâs ass. They lifted their head and looked at the far-away expression on his face.
âAre you one of those guys that doesnât like to fool around on the first date?â
Frankie blinked up at River, thinking about it. âI mean, no, butââ
âGood,â River growled, latching back onto Frankieâs neck and sucking hard.
Frankie moaned openly at that, but pulled them away. âWait,â he breathed. River tilted their head to the side and didnât say anything, letting Frankie continue. âUm, I had another question.â
âOkay.â
âWell, uh. I donât mean to kill the mood, because God, I really wanna get back to that, b-but I was curious,â Frankie swallowed, not making eye contact again. âI looked up what non-binary was after you told me and I was a little confused, and basically I justâ Um, I wanna know like, how⊠this would⊠work,â he trailed off, gesturing between the two of them and at the bulge in his jeans.
âYouâre asking what I have so you know how to proceed.â It was a statement, not a question, said softly in understanding. River played with the curls at the back of Frankieâs neck.
Frankie nodded. âIf thatâs an invasive question, Iâm really sorry, andââ
âShh,â River chuckled, pecking Frankie on the cheek. âItâs okay, I promise. Iâm not offended. Youâre actually being really sweet about all of this. I know this is new for you.â
Frankie smiled shyly and shrugged, but let them continue.
âI was raised as a girl. âAssigned female at birthâ, is typically what we call it,â River looked down, playing with the collar of Frankieâs shirt. âYou were assigned male at birth. The doctors looked at your parts and decided thatâs what you were, and you never felt like it was incorrect, right?â
Frankie nodded, listening carefully.
âRight. Well, it felt wrong to me. I didnât really know what the feeling was growing up. Itâs actually kind of a recent development for me.â
Frankie chewed on his bottom lip, one question still buzzing around his head. âHow do you⊠How did you know? And did you⊠have any⊠surgeries? To umââ he didnât know how to word any of this.
River laughed softly. âYeah, I had top surgery. I no longer have breasts, as Iâm sure youâve noticed. Everything below the belt is still intact,â they grinned, moving their crotch closer to Frankieâs. âThe complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How youâre perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesnât affect your life, the roles youâre âsupposedâ to play donât matter anymore.â
âIâm River. River is me. I donât care how people see me. I did all of this,â they gestured to their body. âFor me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didnât, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooderâs opinion.â
Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things heâd ever seen. âYouâre amazing,â Frankie breathed, surging forward to kiss them deeply. He gripped Riverâs ass again and pulled them closer, grinding his hardening cock against them.
River moaned softly, grinding back, and tangling their fingers into his hair. Suddenly, Frankie pulled back, catching his breath.
âWait, does that, likeâŠâ He thought for a second. âWhile I was doing my research, I came across a couple other terms I didnât know.â
River chuckled and kissed down Frankieâs neck softly. âGo on.â
Frankieâs breath hitched, speaking shakily. âUm, Iâve always considered myself b-bisexualâ ohâ a-and if non-binary people are technically a th-third gender, then does that change?â
âNo,â River hummed, licking underneath Frankieâs ear, before taking the lobe into their mouth and nibbling.
âIt doesnât?â
River shook their head. âBisexual is more like an umbrella term. People interpret it differently,â they reached a hand down between them, trailing their fingers to Frankieâs belt buckle and undoing it. âFor example, youâve always assumed it just meant you were attracted to men and women, right?â
Frankie moaned softly as the pressure was relieved from his hard cock, and nodded.
âExactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,â they gripped Frankieâs cock tightly, making him gasp sharply. âAnd people who arenât.â They grabbed his hand and placed it onto their crotch, grinding against him.
He was so hard he was throbbing, and so turned on his head spun. He started undoing Riverâs dress pants and slipped his hand down to their panties, finding their pussy impossibly warm and wet.Â
âFuck,â Frankie groaned, rubbing at their clit through the fabric of their underwear. River moaned sweetly and bit their bottom lip, moving Frankieâs boxer briefs out of the way so they could grip around his cock.
âYouâre so hard,â River grinned, rubbing their thumb over the tip. They started stroking him slowly, watching as the head of Frankieâs cock appeared and disappeared underneath the foreskin.Â
Frankie was breathing heavily, resting his head on the back of his seat and looking at River through his lashes. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles for a few moments before he moved his fingers beneath their underwear and touched bare skin. River gasped at the contact and nodded, giving him permission. Frankie slowly sunk his middle finger inside them and started pumping in and out. His thumb rubbed in time against their clit. River started moaning louder, throwing their head back to expose their throat to him.
Frankie saw an opening and latched his mouth onto their neck, marking them in return as his free hand held the back of Riverâs head. âYouâre so fucking sexy,â he groaned, biting at Riverâs skin.
River shuddered at the praise, rocking their hips against Frankieâs hand. ââM close,â they whined, panting down at him. They started to lose their rhythm on Frankieâs cock and squeezed him tightly in their fist. Frankie nodded in understanding and started moving his fingers faster, adding a second one as the slick sounds coming from between Riverâs legs filled the truck.Â
âCâmon, baby. You gonna come for me?â he breathed against their neck, leaving soft kisses against their skin. The contrast between what his mouth and what his hand were doing was overwhelming and River wouldnât change it for the world.Â
River nodded, their brows moving downward in pleasure before stilling above him as they came. Their hips rocked back and forth over Frankieâs hand as they came down, moaning and biting their lip.Â
The sight of River coming was enough for Frankie and his cock twitched hard as he erupted all over Riverâs hand. He grunted and hid his face in their neck as his balls emptied messily. He whined softly, twitching in the aftershocks.Â
River giggled quietly and held him close after licking their hand clean. âGonna have to blow you next time,â they hummed thoughtfully.
Frankie groaned as his oversensitive cock twitched between them. âDonât say shit like that while Iâm still vulnerable, you menace.â
River bit his cheek, then kissed it softly. âYou love it.â
He did. He really did.
a/n: please enjoy this meme that inspired the scene above
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Hey! Could you please write a Timothee x wife!reader where they're new parents, and just fluffy moments between them and their baby?
The Similarities Between Us
Willy Wonka x reader
Words: 286
Hey hey đ I donât write for like actors I just write for their characters so I think you meant to put Timothee!Wonka but yeah either way I wrote it đ€Ł
This is a short one but I think the fluffiness in it makes up for it đ
There he was. Your little baby boy. When he wasnât crying he was as cute as a button. You watched with your hands curled underneath your chin as you observed the little guy.
The way he balled his fists, the long eyelashes he had, how thick his eyebrows already were you could practically just see it now. You smiled, sleep deprived yet still alert.
âThere you are,â you said as your husband Willy Wonka appeared from the corner, âI was beginning to think you ditched me for sleep.â
He placed a few items on the table close by, âyou canât get rid of me that easily,â he said and with a kiss on the top of your head he sat beside you, joining you in your gaze of the newcomer in the family.
âHe has your nose,â he says and you share an expression that could only be read as, disbelief.
âLook, itâs just as cute,â he adds, tapping your nose gently.
âWell he has your lips,â you remark, placing a small peck against his lips.
âAnd I know heâs going to get your eyebrows just give him a few more weeks,â you tease reaching up to brush your husbandâs brow.
You two gaze at each other with loving expressions reflecting from both of your faces before you turn back to the baby.
âI just wish we could get some sleep.â
He wraps an arm around you, stroking your shoulder comfortingly, âwe willâŠin a few more years.â
âUgh, donât remind me.â
Although you were just about desperate for some rest, you were just as excited in this new chapter in your lives and you were excited to share it with Willy, as was he with you.
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Let's Eat
PAIRINGS: Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Reader
WARNINGS: Fluff, Ari being a simp
WORD COUNT: 570
ENJOY!
You wipe at the tears at the corner of your eyes, you tip your head back to prevent them from falling down your face.
The onions are spicer than you expected them to be, still you persist and chop through them.
ABBA blasts through your headphones, and you channel the song through your body and give a mini concert to all the inanimate objects of your open kitchen.
âMamma-Mia! Here I go, again! My, My! How can I resist ya!â You yell and sway your hips to the music, the proceed to throw the vegetables that you chopped into the open pan.
You sprinkle in your spices and stir the pan with your wooden spoon. And when you let it sit for a while, thatâs when the music takes over your body. Youâre spinning and singing your heart out.
Youâre absolutely in tune with the song, that you donât realize that someoneâs watching you.
Ari leans against the hall, with a small smile on his lips.
His eyes are solely focused on you, while his mind runs at 100km/h with how fast his thoughts are.
He thinks about how heâs lucky to have a girl like you, how lucky that a girl like you has fallen for a man like him, how happy youâve made him ever since you walked into his life.
When you spin one more time, you catch him staring and stop in your place. You move your headphones to rest around your neck, âbabe, hi.â You start awkwardly and drag out your âhiâ.
Ari smirks and starts walking towards you. He runs a hand through his hair, and when heâs right in front of you he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him.
âWhyâd you stop?â he smiles and takes a hold of your chin, âwas enjoying the show.â He winks at you, and you blush hard. You try to push away from him with a sheepish smile, feeling a bit embarrassed by his words.
âOh no no no, youâre not going anywhere princess,â he laughs and pulls you even closer. âHey, lemme see those pretty eyes. Yeah?â He says when you try to hide your face behind your palms.
âI didnât know you were watching,â you whisper, which just makes him chuckle. âWell, I think that just made it even better. I thought it was cute,â he cups your cheek, and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone.
You canât help but lean into his touch, and you giggle when he nudges his nose against yours. âGod, canât believe your mine,â he whispers. You lean up quickly and peck his lips, âwell, I am.â
He pulls back and you see the sheer amount of love that rents the blues in his eyes.
You see him trying in to soak in this moment with you.
âI love you,â he whispers.
Youâve been together for 3 months. Neither of you have said the âI love youâs yet.
And now with Ari saying it, you can actually see that he genuinely loves you.
âI love you, Ari,â you go on your tiptoeâs and kiss the tip of his nose.
He leans down and rest his forehead against yours.
You both just stand there, holding each other.
âI'm almost done with dinner,â you giggle, and Ari laughs and rubs circles on your hips.
âThen letâs eat, princess.â
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@buckys-wintersoldier, girlie you can't just attack me with an ARI gif like that. đ©đ©đ© (totally love you for that <3)
Again, my requests are open lovelies!
But I think that I will be focusing more on the ongoing series', plus uni's back in session this Monday (ya girl's gotta start grinding (I meant studying yâall đ) again, lol)
Till' then
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya đ«¶đœđïžđ
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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 9
this has been a long time coming but it's finally here! have some simping over lockwood's hands to make up for the wait (there's more next chapter too đ)
Word count: 5k words
Warnings: swearing, Steph (HUGE WARNING, I HATE HER IN THIS BUT IT'S NECESSARY FOR THE CONTINUATION OF THE SERIES, SHE MADE ME WANT TO THROW UP), a lot of simping over lockwood's hands (also he's wearing a ring), innuendos ig? references to not so sfw times, vague references to body image issues and related things, I think that's it?
family photos and a gingerbread house competition (part 1)
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(couldn't pick between these two so I put them both, you're welcome, also thinking about it they both match the vibes that lockwood has in this part)
âRemind me why we're doing this?â
âBecause it's a tradition, Anthony. I would have thought this would be right up your street!â
âWell it is, but I don't see why we have to be stood next to Steph and Linda.â
âThat's just Mum's positioning. She says it looks best that way and nobody argues with her.â
Anthony hummed, looking around at the family members gathered in the living room. The fire had been set up a few minutes ago, Ben stacking up the kindling like building blocks and setting some larger pieces of wood around them, striking a match and closing the door. Most people were already ready for the family photo, and Anthony and Y/n were sat on their loveseat while they waited for Steph and Linda to come downstairs.Â
Predictably, the two of them were still in their bedrooms fussing about the fact they had to do this, but Emma was taking full advantage of the fact that nobody could leave and had forced them into joining them.Â
"I don't know why they're so upset, really,â Anthony mused, trailing his fingertips over Y/n's shoulder. The way they were sat with her curled into his side made it a slightly awkward angle, but he could put aside the pain in his own shoulder if it meant he was closer to her. âI think that you look adorable in that jumper.â Y/n frowned, scrunching her nose up and glaring up at him.Â
âAdorable? I look like I've been shoved into a charity shop and been pulled out backwards through the racks!â
âThe dancing reindeer really take the cake, if I'm being honest.â
âStop it. They look deranged.â
âThey look happy, darling.â He paused, taking in the wide eyes and toothy grins of the reindeer that decorated the matching red jumpers that the whole family were wearing. âAnd possibly like they've seen too many deaths. But they're smiling, and they've got... what is that, chocolate bars?â
âI think it's beer, Ant. The deranged reindeer are drinking beer while they're being wrapped up in a net of Christmas lights.â
"Christmas lights... that actually light up," he grinned, pressing the button on her jumper to demonstrate his point. Y/n sighed, trying to look cross with him, but the small smile on her face gave her away.Â
âYou're such a ridiculous idiot sometimes,â she said quietly, gazing fondly at him. The lights on her jumper were still flashing, decorating her face in different colours.Â
âYeah, but I'm your ridiculous idiot.â She snorted, then kissed him gently on the lips. If they hadn't been in the presence of most of her family members, Anthony would have held her there for hours.Â
As it was, however, she reluctantly pulled away a few seconds later, smiling widely when he automatically chased her mouth.Â
âAlright, love birds, stop making the rest of us feel so single and lonely,â Will called out, attempting to sound annoyed. Anthony knew that the man couldn't be happier about his little sister getting a boyfriend, and that he was easily settling in to his newfound role of teasing them about their relationship.Â
âShove off, Will,â Y/n rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her brother, and he responded by sneakily giving her the middle finger.Â
âRight,â Emma declared, looking around the room at everyone gathered. âWhere's Linda? And Steph?â
"I think they're still upstairs, Mum," John replied, not looking up from the sofa as he sat on top of Sam and whacked him around the head with a pillow. Sam looked like he was being slightly suffocated under his brother's weight, but nobody seemed to take much notice. The two of them fought like that a lot, and Anthony supposed that everyone was used to it now which was why nobody intervened.Â
âJohn, stop killing your brother for five minutes and go and find them. Tell them they need to come down right away or I'm dragging them. And putting flour in their hair.â John went to complain, but at the glare that was sent his way he quickly shut his mouth and headed out the room, not before delivering one last hit to Sam's head for good measure.Â
Within three minutes John was back, Linda and Steph in tow as they grumbled about the jumpers they had been forced into.Â
âThis is disgusting. And we're all wearing the same ones? Really, Emma? It's bad enough that you made your own sister wear this... monstrosity, but forcing it on all of us? Unbelievable.â Anthony barely hid his scowl as Linda talked down on her sister, and if he didn't think Emma could defend herself he would have leapt to do it himself.Â
âYou can take it off the moment we're done here, alright? But this is my house, Linda, and you're playing by my rules. It's not like you can go anywhere, so you might as well shut it and take the damn photo with us.â
Linda opened and closed her mouth like a fish for a few moments, before deciding against responding and moving to where her sister had pointed for her to stand.Â
âThank you,â Emma sighed, finishing setting up the camera. âRight, everyone get into position please, no squabbling!â
Anthony smiled as Y/n huffed and stood up, stretching out her limbs after being curled up in his lap for the past however many minutes, and within the next five minutes (that felt much longer than that) all family members present were in the places that Y/nâs mother had assigned to them, and she was clicking the button on the camera to take the photo. She rushed to take her own place next to Ben as the timer started counting down, plastering on a wide smile a second before the flash went.Â
âCan we go now?â Steph whined from where she stood to Anthonyâs left. Sheâd had to squeeze in to fit in the picture, and the sheer amount of perfume she had on was making Anthony suffocate slightly.
âUh, hang on. Let me check that itâs a good photo. Ugh, Tom, honey, youâre meant to be smiling, not staring at the camera like you want to kill it. Letâs try again. Sam, donât be making stupid faces this time, alright?â
âYes, Mum,â Sam said, stifling a laugh when Will poked him in the side. Nana Jean ruffled Tomâs hair, much to Emmaâs chagrin (it had taken her ages to get it somewhat neat), but the action gained a smile in response.Â
They tried again, the flash going off a second time, and when Emma gave the all-clear Linda and Steph immediately moved to take off their jumpers. âHideous things,â Linda muttered, clearly not in the holiday spirit.Â
âYou two had better not go anywhere,â Nana Jean said, pointing a crooked finger at them when they went to leave. âWeâre building gingerbread houses next and if nothing else itâll be a competition where you can attempt to destroy everyone else, so get your asses in the kitchen!â Anthony had been pleasantly surprised at how much energy the 80-year-old woman had, especially since her knees were basically completely ruined, and he had found himself engaged in lively conversation with her on more than one occasion. She wasnât entirely fond of Y/nâs choice of work, but from what Anthony could tell that was more to do with the fact that she was very fond of her granddaughter, and would rather not receive a letter in the mail telling her that Y/n was dead.Â
âWeâll go together, right?â Y/n asked, looking up at him while everyone was getting into pairs. He was just about to answer when Nana Jean appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his arm. He looked down at her in surprise (she was quite a small woman), confusion all over his face.Â
âIâm taking this one, you can go with your Gramps. Iâve never won with him, not once. Thisâll be my year, I can feel it! And your lover boy is going to help me!â
âGood luck, Nana. I donât think Anthony can cook toast, let alone gingerbread.â Y/n was smirking, crossing her arms as she let triumph seep into her expression despite not having started the competition yet.Â
âOh really? You also didnât think Iâd be any good at snowball fights. Youâd be surprised what I can do with my hands, darling.â He immediately blushed at the look on Y/nâs face, and steadfastly refused to look at either her or Nana Jean. âI didnât mean it like that,â he muttered, shaking his head and hoping the situation would end so he could go and bury himself in blankets and hibernate for years. He felt someone nudge his side and his cheeks got hotter still when he saw Nana Jean smiling up at him with a cheeky look on her face.Â
âIâm sure Y/n/n knows all about what your hands can do, love.â
âNana!â Y/n cried, exasperation in her voice. âYou canât say that!â
âWell I donât think Iâm wrong! Youâve been together eight months now; I married your Gramps in less time! Come on, Anthony!â She cheerfully turned and headed out the living room, dragging Anthony behind her and leaving Y/n to stand staring incredulously after them.
~~~
Y/n still hadnât fully recovered from Anthonyâs comment (and then Nana Jeanâs addition) about his hands, and she was meant to be making gingerbread.Â
Her Gramps had settled at the dining table with tracing paper, a pencil and far too many rulers, while she was measuring out the ingredients and mixing them together in a large bowl. Heâd been an architect before he retired, helping draw up the plans for the Fittes Building and providing sketches for housing that had helped when people were on the streets at the beginning of the Problem because their houses were unsafe. Y/n had listened to him talking about his job a thousand times, but she still didnât know what the purpose of all the different rulers were.Â
âGramps, you know you donât have to get that technical about it, right?â
âOh yes I do! Iâm not letting Jeanie win this year, oh no! She thinks Iâve lost my touch with architecture, but I was doing badly deliberately because I knew, one year, sheâd get fed up and go with someone else! She has no idea whatâs coming!â Her Gramps chuckled, shaking his head and clutching his side as he thought about how deceptive he had been. Y/n smiled, remembering all the previous years where Nana Jean had become so exasperated at his apparent incapability that sheâd given up all hope of winning with him. It had had no impact on their marriage, and the two of them were just as in love as they had been when they first got married, but Nana Jean also had a healthy love of winning things, and gingerbread was one of her specialties.Â
âFocus, love, youâre tipping the mix out the bowl,â her Gramps said, nudging her in the arm. Y/n looked down to see the mess that sheâd made over the table, and cursed softly under her breath. âWhat were you thinking about to make you zone out like that?â She flushed, and cast a quick glance over to where Anthony was stood at the island in the kitchen carrying out the same job as her. Without thinking, her gaze drifted down to where his hands were mixing the ingredients together in the bowl, and when her Gramps coughed she snapped her focus back to him and realised that she hadnât actually given him an answer. Damn her Nana for saying what she said about Anthonyâs hands and putting thoughts into her head!Â
âSorry,â she muttered, trying to ignore the weird look he was giving her and the heat that was now permanently in her cheeks.Â
âThatâs alright, love. Just scoop it back up, like this, there we are. Thatâs looking pretty good Iâd say. Go ahead and add the next bits now, and Iâll finish drawing up these stencils.â
~~~
âWhat do I need to do now?â Anthony asked, holding his hands just above the bowl. Nana Jean looked over from where she had finished cutting up the last of the stencils and smiled.Â
âAh, youâve added in the butter mixture, good lad. Looks perfect to me, so letâs get it rolled out and we can start cutting. We need to make sure we get to the oven before Richard and Y/n do, because then weâll have a head start on the decorating.â
âAlright.â
âYou might want to wash your hands first though, what with all that mix on there. Make sure you get as much as you can in the bowl before you go and scrub âem.â Anthony nodded, starting to push off all the gingerbread mix that had clung to his fingers while heâd been bringing the ingredients together. He heard laughter from across the room and immediately recognised it as Y/nâs, which was strange because he didnât think that heâd heard her laugh so unapologetically since coming here. Normally it was forced, or real but contained, and although they hadnât got along before this entire situation had happened she had still laughed like she was currently (normally when he fell over from tripping on his coat). She was gorgeous when she smiled widely, and even more so when she laughed, and Anthony paused in his actions as he watched her be properly happy around her family for one of the first times this holiday.Â
He knew that she got on well with her Gramps, despite his reservations about her job and some of the comments he made about her being âtoo much to handle sometimesâ, but clearly they could forget about that when they were baking together, without the pressure of Steph and Linda watching their every move.Â
No, Anthony had that pleasure, and Stephâs eyes hadnât left his face for the past thirty minutes.Â
He felt the weight of her gaze now, and after sending a small wave to Y/n when she looked over and saw him (sheâd stuck her middle finger up in response, but had immediately blown him a kiss when he acted hurt) he sighed and turned to Steph. âCan I help you?â He asked, resuming his previous actions of taking the gingerbread mixture off of his hands and depositing it into the bowl.Â
âI think you can,â she answered, plastering on a sickly sweet smile and slowly walking over to stand on his left. She stopped barely a hairâs breadth away from his arm, and the perfume she had on was swarming his senses and making him want to gag. It was just as cloying as her smile. âSee, Iâve been thinking a lot recently,â Steph started, and Anthony bit back his retort of âcareful, donât strain yourself too muchâ and tried not to flinch when her hand came in contact with his shoulder. âI think that we havenât really had a chance to⊠get to know one another. Properly. And I really would like to⊠get to know you, Anthony.â Her fingers danced down his arm, and he couldnât help the grimace that came across his face at her tone. He stepped away a little, trying to not knock Nana Jean while still putting some distance between Stephanie and her wandering hands (that had since moved to his chest).Â
âIâm not sure I follow,â he frowned, turning and moving to the sink. Heâd gotten as much of the sticky gingerbread mixture off of his hands as possible, and now all that was left was to douse them in water. Steph followed him, gripping his arm tightly and restricting his movement. He was too good of an agent to panic - panicking in his line of work meant almost-certain death - but he could feel unease creeping up his spine and a chill working its way into his bones like miasma.Â
âWhy donât we take a minute? Out in the hallway?â He really didnât like the way sheâd said that, all low and what seemed like an attempt at seduction (he couldnât tell because it was so bad, but from the look in her eyes he could make a guess), and he shook his head.Â
âIâve got to stay here, help out Jean. Shouldnât you be making your own gingerbread?â
âOh, that thing? No, we never win so whatâs the point? Iâd much rather spend some time with you⊠alone.â Anthony finished washing his hands, trying to ignore how Stephâs grip on his arm had somehow grown stronger in the last minute, and turned back to the island. His eyes scanned the kitchen and dining room, desperately searching for someone that would see heâd been accosted and would come to his rescue, but everybody was busy making gingerbread houses.Â
âA minute and a minute only. No more than that,â he said, giving in. Stephâs smile turned smug, and she dragged him out of the kitchen, at which point Nana Jean did look up, sending him a questioning look. Anthony mouthed âsorry, back in a momentâ just in time before the kitchen door shut in his face. He sighed, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw in preparation for whatever the hell Steph wanted. âRight,â he started, opening his eyes again and looking around for her. âWhatâs so urgent that you needed to-â He was cut off by Steph practically lunging at him, grabbing his face and pushing her lips onto his. It took him roughly a second to figure out what was happening, and he quickly got over his initial shock and shoved her off. âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?!â He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, looking at Steph with disgust.Â
âOh come on! I know for a fact that you and Y/n arenât actually together, so what does it matter? Besides,â she continued, sidling up to him again when he took a step back, âI know that deep down you want this, Anthony.â He frowned, both at her words and at how she was still coming towards him, and the previous chill that had settled on him was now a raging storm. He kept it contained, not wanting to cause too much of a scene when anyone could hear what was happening on the other side of the door (that was now blocked by Steph), but the anger was evident when he spoke.Â
âIâm not sure where you got those ideas from, Stephanie, or why you think that I will ever want you when Y/n is in my life, but you need to stop.â She tried to contain her shock at his rough tone, but the way her eyes widened gave her away.Â
âWha-â
âLet me finish. First of all, why do you think weâre not actually together? Are you so disbelieving of the fact that Y/n is a genuinely incredible person and could absolutely get anyone she wanted? Because I consider myself lucky that she even tolerates my presence half the time, let alone wants to date me. Second, even if we werenât together, it would matter to me. Iâm not the sort of person who switches loyalties that easily, and I will always, always, put my relationship with Y/n before any kind of attempted civilities with you. As it happens, she is my girlfriend, and quite honestly the fact that you think Iâll ever leave her for you is laughable.â He was being mean, he knew, but he was too done with Stephâs behaviour to worry about being nice and charming now. Heâd pieced together the last of the puzzle that had been bothering him since he first got here too, connecting the dots between Linda and Stephâs comments and Y/nâs subsequently strange behaviour since arriving here. âSo no, I do not want this. What I want is for you to stop bullying her, and belittling her, and making her feel like shit all the damn time, because she doesnât deserve it,â he seethed, jabbing his finger in her face. âShe doesnât deserve any of it at all. All the comments about how much sheâs eating, or her body shape, or giving her a gym membership as a Christmas present, or telling her sheâs not pretty enough because she doesnât look like you, or because she wears the same dress two years in a row, all of that needs to stop. Because you make her act like an entirely different person when youâre around and that is not alright. Because Y/n is ten times the person that you will ever be, Steph, because she isnât a bully. Sheâs genuine, and kind, and loving, and the most beautiful girl in the entire universe, and she doesnât deserve a single iota of the hate that you give her.â
Steph was quiet for a minute, processing everything heâd just ranted about. âI overheard you,â she finally said, not looking at him. âThat first night when Y/n stormed off upstairs in some stupid tantrum-â
âShe stormed off upstairs because you were being a bitch.â
âRight,â Steph didnât looked too bothered, but she at least had the grace to flinch at his icy tone. âWell after you went up, I followed, because yeah, youâre right, I am very disbelieving that someone as good-looking as you would ever go for someone as ugly as her when you know you could do at least twenty times better, and I thought there was something weird about it! And there was a very large period of time when I couldnât hear anything, which was really annoying because my legs were getting tired from-â
âSteph, hurry it up.â He had barely any patience remaining now, and her voice had gone all whiny and irritating.
âOh, yeah. Well, then I heard you two talking about how it was really hard pretending to like each other or something, and you were arguing and saying that you were pretending to date.â Anthony froze for a moment, but rapidly recovered and eased himself into his normal âcustomer serviceâ persona, plastering on a pitiful smile. Before he could say anything though, Steph was moving towards the kitchen door, one hand on the handle. âItâs been quite fun, really, watching you fake a relationship to everyone. Iâve been trying to work out when the best time to bring it up was ever since Christmas Day after you had a go at me. So, either you tell them all, or I do. Youâve got nowhere to hide now, and I am going to enjoy watching this whole thing collapse on Y/n. Iâll give you until after the competitionâs been judged; I wouldnât want to ruin the festivities.â Her smile was even more sickening than it had been when sheâd first started this conversation back in the other room, and after she disappeared into the kitchen and closed the door behind her, Anthony let out a shaky breath he hadnât been aware he was holding.Â
He needed to talk to Y/n before the end of the competition, and figure out how the hell they were going to deal with Steph.Â
~~~
She couldnât stop staring at his hands.Â
Since coming back in from whatever hallway conversation heâd had with Steph, Anthony had gone right back to helping Nana Jean with a smile on his face, despite the wary glances he kept throwing towards Y/nâs cousin. She hadnât seen the two of them step out, but she had noticed that Anthony was gone, because sheâd gone to look at his hands again and he wasnât there.Â
Her Gramps was helping her cut out the shapes they would need for their gingerbread house, and sheâd been doing just fine until out of the corner of her eye sheâd seen Anthony slip back on the ring he always wore.Â
He had taken it off earlier when Nana Jean told him he needed to mix the ingredients with his hands, not wanting to get the metal coated in gingerbread mix, but now that his hands were clean again he was adjusting it back on his finger.Â
Why couldnât she stop staring at his hands?
Sheâd nearly cut a piece of gingerbread entirely wrong just now because she had been too focused on how the metal band looked against his slender fingers while he rolled out the gingerbread, and her Gramps had scolded her by chucking a bit of flour at her face.Â
âPay attention, love, youâre very distracted today. Is everything alright?â
âOh, uh- yeah⊠yes. Everything is⊠is fine.â She hadnât taken her eyes off of his ring, which meant she didnât see either her Grampsâ concerned look or Anthonyâs bemused one until Will was calling across the kitchen.Â
âKeep it in your pants, Squeak! You can take your Lover Boy to bed after the gingerbread competition!â Y/n flushed as her gaze snapped up to meet Anthonyâs, finally noticing that sheâd been caught blatantly checking out his hands.Â
âAlright, Will,â her mother scolded, although there was a hint of amusement behind it that made Y/n want the ground to swallow her up. Anthony just raised his eyebrows at her, smirk on his face, and she didnât have it in her to fight back, instead turning back to the gingerbread in front of her and cutting out the last of the shapes.Â
~~~
âHey,â Anthony said, finally getting a chance to talk to Y/n. Pretty much everybody either had their gingerbread shapes in the ovens, or they were waiting for a space to free up, so he had been excused by Nana Jean for a while.Â
âOh, hi!â She hadnât seen him walk over, but the second she realised he was there she reached up and planted a quick kiss on his mouth. He felt himself blush, despite it being over faster than most of their kisses, and she let out a snort. âReally? All I did was give you a peck on the lips, Ant.â
A wave of confidence came over him, and although the heat stayed on his cheeks he leaned down to murmur in her ear. âWell I wasnât doing much with my hands but I still had you blushing, didnât I darling?â Y/n had no answer to that (not that it had really been a question; heâd seen her staring earlier and he was almost certain her thoughts had drifted somewhere other than something innocent), and before he pulled back Anthony pressed a lingering kiss just by her ear.Â
âYou- y- you canât just say that, Ant! Jesus!â He laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her into his chest while she hid her face in his neck. He hummed, happy, until he caught a glimpse of Steph out of the corner of his eye.Â
âDarling?â
âWhat?â she replied, although it was somewhat muffled since her head was still buried in his christmas jumper.Â
âWe need to talk about something really quickly, do you want to step out?â Y/n lifted her head, frown crossing her features. Anthony wanted to press kisses to it until it disappeared, but the conversation heâd had with Stephanie was at the front of his mind.Â
âOkay⊠is everything alright?â she asked as he led her out of the kitchen by the hand. He didnât say anything until they were in the library, safely away from all other family members. âAnt, seriously, whatâs going on?â
âSteph talked to me earlier.â
âRight⊠how was it?â
âAwful. She kissed me.â
âWHAT?!â
âDarling, itâs fine, it was less than a second and I shoved her off and-â
âWhat? Oh! Oh, no, Iâm not angry with you, Ant. Iâm pissed at her for kissing my fucking boyfriend!â
âAh. Okay. Well thatâs not actually the thing I wanted to talk about.â
âThereâs more?!â
âShe knows. That weâre not⊠that we werenât⊠that we were faking it. She doesnât know that we stopped doing that and started actually dating, because she walked away before I could tell her that, but sheâs known since the first night and sheâs been waiting ever since. She gave me an ultimatum, and said that either we fess up or she does, right after the competition has been judged. Seemed far too happy about watching you suffer, to be honest. I think she might need to see a doctor.â Y/n stared at him, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she shut it completely.Â
âSo, Steph knows. Steph has known basically the entire time. And Steph has done nothing?â
âYes. She said something about wanting to âwatch the whole thing collapse on youâ and that she would âenjoy itâ or something?â
âThat bitch. Well what are we gonna do then? Because whatever happens it sounds like my family is finding out about this whole⊠thing,â she flapped her hands between them before sighing and pressing them to her face. âI was right. This is a shitshow.â
âHey, hey. Worst case scenario is Steph tells everyone, yes? But then we can just tell them the truth. Will knows, and heâll back us up, right? And Iâm fairly certain that Nana Jean knows but Iâm not sure how, she just kept making these little comments while we were baking earlier and winking at me and I just - it just feels like she knows.âÂ
âNana Jeanâs just like that, I suppose. It would make sense if she knew. Okay. Youâre right. We can do this. Weâll just wait until Steph tells everyone, and then tell the truth.â Y/n paused for a moment, looking down at the floor while she chewed her lip. âI donât think I can tell the truth,â she said, and when she brought her gaze back up her eyes were shining with the tears that were threatening to fall. Anthony stepped closer, framing her face in his hands and planting a soft kiss to her forehead.Â
âYou donât need to tell the whole truth. Not if you donât want to. Just the bit about us being in a proper relationship now if you like, and I can do that if you need me to. But whatever you choose, darling, Iâll be with you. I will be right by your side, Y/n, always.â
âThank you, Anthony.â
âAnytime, my darling. Anytime at all.â
He hoped she knew just how much he meant it.Â
part 10
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