#i scoot by now but i couldnt even tell you the last time i got take out or went out to a restaurant

[famewolf]

man ... I remember when I used to think that if I made 35k a year then I would have 'made it'. I could be comfortable and save money and not worry about bills and things would be great financially lmao

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest.  "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle  finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told.  He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his  thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

[zeinnit]

i know i shouldnt start a new series and i should add onto behind the mirror, but had this idea and couldnt get it out of my head.

as of now, the series has no name. suggestions welcome.

pairing: technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: mentions of death and blood, panic attacks, hunger, injury

its been almost a year since the world fell. even then, you still could never adjust.

you remember the exact day when it had happened. youve been working in a small café when all of a sudden, a large cracking sound interrupted the peaceful day. you and your co-workers and the customers all fled out the front door to see what the issue was, and then you saw it.

there, in front of the tiny coffee shop, was a crack in the earth. from where you are standing, you could see more cracks and chunks of land flying in the air.

you heard a scream, and then another. eventually all you heard were screams. things were coming out of the cracks. and they werent nice.

blood was everywhere, but you knew better. you rushed to the parking lot on the side of the café and hopped in your car as soon as you could. you didnt wait a second longer before shoving your key in and fleeing. the sight only got worse as you drove. dead bodies were everywhere and your car was attacked more than once.

that was only the beginning, however.

huge, deformed trees cane out of the cracks and spread rather quickly. mobs that have been extinct for centuries were now an issue, the days lasted longer and the nights were colder. occasionally, youd come across one of them.

you had called them luckies for the chance that came with meeting them. youd meet a good luck, such as the 9 foot demon thatd give you apples whenever youd encounter him. or you could meet a bad luck, like the unknown monster with the floating, smiling orb for a head and a working face on his green torso. you were able to tell luckies apart from people because luckies had strange features. such as that bad luck with yellow wings and a beanie. the luckies never spoke in english.

then there were the ones in the middle. you were never sure what to call them. they were both good and bad luck. like the large fox monster. he had done nothing to cause you harm, but he stole some food off of you.

currently, you were resting in the back of an suv, your stomach growling loudly and you wincing every time you laid on an injury earned from a large bad luck that was half goat. you did this whenever night came. you put blankets over the windows and tried to sleep through the night. tonight, however, you werent able to get a wink of sleep no matter what, mostly because of your injured arm. then again, it didnt help that you could hear a bad luck outside the suv and you had no food left.

well, to be honest, you were unsure if it was a bad luck. youd never met this one before. or maybe there were two outside? you were unable to tell, but after focusing for a little bit, you made out two different voices. one only grunted in response to the other one, who seem to have spoke in a different language.

they were outside the suv, right beside where you were. you knew they knew where you were. they werent forcing you out, but they wouldnt leave either. you had to just wait it out and hoped they leave. but unfortunately, you never could have anything nice in the world nowadays.

one of them knocked on the back window. you could sort of make out their features. both figures were tall. one seemed to have ears and maybe a hat on. the other also seemed to have a hat on, but what made it different was the large shapes behind it. wings. you recognized them from the other winged lucky from a month ago.

you sat still and as silent as you could, even with the heavy feeling you recognized as panic slowly approached. you quietly scooted back and away from the back windshield, but stopped as you saw the one with ears circling around the vehicle.

thats when you noticed your mistake. the drivers door wasnt locked. you internally cursed at yourself and slowly began making your way towards the front seats. you were almost over the middle seats, when the one with ears tried opening the door to your left. you couldnt worry about being silent anymore.

as fast as you could, you pulled the lever to the middle seats and watched in pain as it fell. it was loud. too loud. but you didnt hold back. the one with ears must of realized what you were doing because they began rushing to the drivers door. in a moment of panic, you shoved your injured arm between the chair and door and fiddled with the lock before pressing it down and locking the door just as the one with ears harshly pulled on it.

you couldnt control your breathing, or your shriek as the one with ears harshly rammed the drivers door. it didnt open, thank the lord, but the window made a small cracking sound. they didnt seem notice. you stumbled your way back into the back, closer towards the one with wings. the minute they realize the windows could break was the minute when you would most likely die.

just thinking about them getting in terrified you. youre breathing was uncontrollable, tears fell down your cheeks. the starving suddenly became unbearable. they were speaking? you could barely hear over the sound of your heart beating. another knock. you gave a small shriek, unable to even look up.

minutes passed, maybe hours. you heard nothing more from the luckies. you slowly looked up and at the covered windows. nothing. they were no longer here. you gave a chocked breath before slowly laying on your side.

the growling in your stomach was painful as was the ache in your arm, and your head still hurt. but somehow, someway, you feel asleep.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

heavy cross to bear* matt Murdock x reader

+++++++++ Request @juniebugg: reader and Matt are in a very serious relationship (could be married) but then when reader actually sees Elektra, whom she already knew about but has never seen because she was "dead," she gets really insecure and tells matt that he deserves better or something and he reassures her. Angst and smut"

hopefully its not too ooc this is my first MM smut so i hope you like! and thanks again for the request!!

* - you asked for smut and that really is all this is lol, little bit of story. 

Song: wasted time by skid row

tag list: @cynic-spirit @juniebugg

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i sat at the table sipping coffee and thinking. it was almost nine at night and i knew i should be getting ready for bed but my body wasn't quite ready to move yet. when matt disappeared into our bedroom i figured he'd be changing into daredevil for the millionth time but when he emerged in his pajamas i was a little surprised. and then it hit me. maybe he knew. hell, he always knew.

but maybe it was just that something was off, that i needed him to say it again, to stay with me and make sure i knew. but then there was her. she had showed up out of nowhere and took me off guard more than anything else up until now. one more doubt at the forefront of my mind. that i didnt believe him when he said he loved me despite being married for a year, despite having dated for three before hand, and despite everything he has done to keep me safe. because he loved her first and it felt like the biggest lie ive ever been told. even after a couple days of sitting on it and hoping it would go away. still it was there. in the back of my mind:

"matt i dont know if i can do this anymore."

his head tilted to the side and he looked confused.

"do what?"

he asked almost worried, moving slowly to the table and sitting.

"this, us. i just- you deserve so much more, so much better than- well, than me."

he was quick to scoot his chair closer to my own, his hand coming to rest on mine.

"hey, dont even say that. what would make you think i would want anyone but you?"

now he absolutely sounded worried.

"i saw her matt."

"saw who?"

i shook my head.

"that woman, your ex. you said she was gone."

"elektra?"

he sounded a little broken.

"shes something else ill give her that much. i see why you like her."

he swallowed hard.

"elektra is dead."

i shook my head.

"then why was she here? looking for you. saying your name with such... god i dont even know how to explain it. matthew."

i repeated it exactly as she had said it and it felt wrong. like i was acting. saying someone elses emotions and intentions. they were no longer mine. or at least it seemed like it. There was a long silence and I just stared at him.

"She was here?"

There was hope in his voice and I figured that was it. It made me angrier than it probably should've and my only response was to stand and walk away. I got half way across the living room before he caught my arm.

"Y/n, that doesn't matter. I-"

He swallowed hard and I tried to study his face.

"You mean more to me than anything. Yes I love, loved, her but I married you. I chose you. I want nothing more than to be with you. For better or for worse remember?"

He bargained and I sighed heavily.

"How can I be sure you mean that? What if she comes back? again."

He shook his head, taking both my hands in his and stepping closer to me.

"Let me prove it to you. If she really is back then it doesn't matter. I'm with you, I love you, and I'll always chose you."

I closed my eyes, feeling him get closer and closer until his forehead was against my own.

"We belong together."

He whispered before kissing me gently.

"I only want you."

He kept just as quiet, kissing next to my mouth once, then twice, making his way across my cheek and to my jaw.

"Matt."

I breathed out and he paused. I licked my lips lightly before opening my eyes and looking at him. He really did seem like he meant it. He was trying so hard to keep it together.

"I can't lose you."

He sounded so broken.

"Do it."

He drew his brows and I brought my hand up to touch his face gently. We were still so close I could feel his breath fanning my neck.

"Show me you mean it."

I said softly and his Expression changed.

"I love you so much."

He said before kissing me harshly, releasing my hands and pressing his fingertips into my hips. I hummed against him as he walked us backwards. We stumbled along as he pulled my shirt up, tossing it to the floor.

"Matt."

I moaned, pulling his shirt up next. It was gone in a second and he was back, kissing me and moving quickly to get my pants down. His hands roamed my body just as much as mine roamed his. I traced my fingers slowly up his torso, grazing over his scars before wrapping my arms around his neck. I gasped when he picked me up. There was a soft laugh that escaped him and I was relieved to see him smile even if it was just a second. He knew it would take some convincing and he was right. I needed to know he meant it. That Elektra wasn't gonna be a problem.

"I need you."

He whispered again, laying me gently on the bed and situating himself between my legs.

"I need you to know how much I mean it."

He kissed my jaw slowly, then down my neck and across my collar bone.

"Prove it."

I challenged, my breath hitching in my throat as he ripped my bra open from the front, his lips grazing my nipple before taking it into his mouth. He hummed against me, his finger tips down my torso and into my panties.

"Matt."

I moaned, dropping my head back as he ran his finger up me and against my clit. i closed my eyes, pushing my head back into the bed as he stroked me, kissing his way back up to my exposed neck.

"i love you."

he repeated against the heat of my skin. when he resituated i could feel how hard he was already.

"i need you."

i breathed out, pressing my hips up into him as he continued to finger me.

"matt."

i whined, him removing his hand long enough to pull my panties down. i looked up to him with lust blown eyes, watching him intently as he got rid of his boxers.

"youre still okay with this?"

he asked and i nodded quickly, pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply.

"please."

i moaned, inhaling deeply before he kissed me again, pushing his hips into mine. my breath caught in my throat as he pushed all the way into me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth as my mouth hung open.

"i wanna hear you."

he said softly.

"feel you."

he moaned against my shoulder, dropping his head to the crook of my neck as he placed his large palm over my heart. it was already banging at my rib cage begging to be let out but i could have swore it did when he started moving. he pulled out of me slowly before slamming back into me and i moaned so loudly i was surprised at myself. and then he did it again and again, getting a good rhythm. it was long, and hard. nothing like our nights prior, even on his worst of days when he's frustrated and in need of release. no this was different. purposeful.

"matt."

i held onto him for dear life, pressing my fingertips into his shoulder blades as he continued to pound into me in long drawn out strokes.

"tell me. tell me what you want."

he grunted out, trying to sound as steady as possible.

"i want you. god i only want you!"

i cried out as he thrusted upward harshly. then he did it again and i saw stars, my mouth falling open as i moaned.

"thats my girl."

he praised, trailing his hand down my torso and pressing his finger in circles against my clit.

"youre almost there."

he coaxed, building me up. i could feel the tightness building, pressing my hips up to meet him as he kept his pace.

"im so close."

i panted, pressing my finger tips harder into his bicep as i gripped onto him.

"do it, do it for me, let go."

he said softly and i snapped. my orgasm racked through my body and my vision went blurry. i was breathing hard as he rode out my high, still chasing his own.

"im almost there."

he said, squeezing his eyes shut. he moved to pull out but i wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.

"y/n?"

he asked surprised and i leaned up to kiss him.

"just do it."

i said, pressing a hard kiss to his neck. he kept going, knuckles going white against the bedsheets as he came in me with a loud groan.

"oh my god."

he panted, slowing his thrusts.

"i love you oh my god."

he said, dropping to his forearms, trying not to put his full weight on top of me. my legs were still wrapped tightly around his torso as we both calmed down.

"i love you too matty."

i said softly, feeling him nuzzle his nose against my neck. it made me giggle a little bit and i could feel him smiling against my skin before kissing it gently.

"you have no idea how relieved i am to hear that. youre the only one for me. always will be."

i sighed softly in content, kissing his forehead and dropping my legs.

"im sorry i doubted you. i just. i need a reminder every once in a while i guess."

he kissed my chest before pulling out of me and dropping to the bed beside me.

"i will give you as many reminders as you need, as long as we both shall live."

he said, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it.

"thank you matt. thank you for everything. especially knocking some sense into me."

he raised a brow, a half smirk on his face and i immediately wondered what was going through that mind of his.

"after tonight sense might not be the only thing i knocked into you."

i couldnt help but laugh, him matching it as i rolled onto his chest.

"i know you want nothing more than to tell the father we're finally starting that catholic family with lots and lots of beautiful babies but i still have my iud."

he let out a short laugh sigh before i kissed him quickly.

"but that doesnt mean i couldnt be persuaded into getting it taken out."

he raised an intrigued brow.

"oh?"

i laughed lightly.

"ill think about it. right now i just wanna live in this moment with you."

i said the last bit through a yawn, resting my head against his chest and hearing his heartbeat.

"i love you."

he whispered, earning a hum from me as i dozed off.

[honeypirate]

Fate of the Clouds

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 Gajeel x Fem Reader 

unedited 

“Hi” you say softly, sitting beside him against the side of the guild house. “Leave me alone” he turned away from you, his voice gruff. He smelled like fireworks and his hair was singed in a few places. You reach out and pinch the end of a lock that was smoldering “all that gorgeous hair, would hate for it to burn” you twist on your butt, laying your back against the sun warmed grass and placing your feet up against the building, you place your hands behind your head as you looked up at the clouds. 

“Why?” his voice was laced with annoyance that you were 50% sure was fake. You look over at his face “why what?” you smile softly at him and you watch his guard fall just a little bit “why won’t you leave me alone?” you sit up again, crossing your legs and resting your hands on your thighs as you study him for a moment “Gajeel, if you really want me to leave and I’m making you uncomfortable, I will. But honestly, I’d like to get to know you. So if it’s alright with you, i’d like to lay here by you and talk, unless you don't want to, then we can just sit together.” 

You watch his emotions in his eyes, he couldn’t understand you. You were sweet and cute and he heard all about how strong a wizard you were. You watched him tear apart the guild hall but you were here by him. Telling him you wat to get to know him? He couldnt decide if you were joking or not. When he doesnt say anything for a few minutes you lay back again, smiling as you look up at the sky. 

After ten minutes go by and your eyes flick down to him, he’s looking at his hands in his lap “Do you mind if I talk to you? You don’t have to respond '' your voice was quiet, like it was carried to his ears on the breeze, his gaze froze on a scar he has on his knuckle “I dont mind” his voice was quieter than you had heard before. His usual anger was gone, just like you suspected it was just a cover for his real feelings. You sigh softly and look back up to the clouds “there is a cloud up there that looks like a horse” he looks up then, his eyes searching, you chuckle and pat the ground next to you softly. He looks down at you, considering, trying to figure you out, to see if you could be hatching a plan. 

He sighs and moves over so he was laying beside you, tensing and watching your face when you scoot closer to him, moving your head down next to his so you could find the cloud again “there” you point up and it takes him a moment to tear his gaze from your soft smile to follow your finger to the right cloud. You move back into your place and smile as you watch the cloud float away and become a blob again. 

“When i was younger..,” you look at him “now you have to promise me you wont tell anyone this, okay? Pinky promise me and since we’re friends you cant break it” you hold up your hand, pinky out and wait for him. His head turns, looking at your eyes and then down to your hand. His fingers drum against his stomach before he hooks his pinky around yours. You smile and pull your hand still connected to his and kiss the back of your thumb, pushing his hand towards his lips next “kiss or it doesnt work” his cheeks flush and he huffs in annoyance but kisses the back of his thumb anyway “thank you Gajeel” you whisper before your hands rest against your stomach again. 

“When I was younger, I had a job on a farm. I would use my water magic to help the crops among other things. I once rode a horse to check for the cows and was feeling really proud of my horse riding skill, I rode down the wrong path, got scraped off the back of my horse and thrown down the mountain. Had a nasty cut on my neck and i wasn't trusted riding alone again. I know this story is stupid, juvenile, but the point is this; trust is something that is really hard to earn, but worth every second. Sure i have other stories i could have told you, other magical ones where i fucked up missions. But all of them have the same point. Proving that you can grow as an individual, proving that people are worthy of a second chance, it’s nice that we even have that opportunity.” you point out another cloud “ooh look at that one! It looks like a starfish!” you chuckle and notice the smile on his lips  

 “Forgiveness has always come easy to me. I truly would like to be your friend and get to know you. No jokes, no dirty tricks. I’m here if you’ll have me Gajeel” he sighs gently, his hands holding his shirt in his fists, his knuckles turning white, after a few minutes his hands release his shirt and he relaxes into the grass.

 He doesn't get any bad vibes from you, if he had to put a picture to how you feel to him, he would picture a field of daisies on a summer day. “That one” he reaches up and points “that one looks like a dragon with a rider on it’s back” you chuckle and follow his finger to the cloud you could see the dragon but figured the rider smudged away “it does! That’s so cute” his cheeks flush and a true smile sits upon his lips. 

After another ten minutes storm clouds roll in as well as cold winds, you shiver and sit up again, turning towards him as he sat up next to you, you reach out slowly and when he doesn't move or say anything you gently run your fingers through his thick hair, pulling out the pieces of grass that stuck to him. “Thank you for letting me sit with you” you smile sweetly up at him, even sitting by him he was much taller and bigger than you. “Thank you, for wanting to” he avoids your gaze, his cheeks dusting pink yet again. 

Every day you would eat meals with him and talk, slowly you would convince others to give him a chance. Inviting others to sit with you both, he slowly opened up more to you and you would cloud gaze and chat about your missions and other things you have witnessed or experienced. but even then, you had to take missions that kept you apart occasionally. 

Excitement was flooding your system, you were a few blocks away from home and you haven't been back for a few months, your last mission was difficult and you spent some time in the hospital. You were so excited to see Gajeel you almost couldn't handle it, forcing yourself to take normal steps and not to run. 

You open the door and look around at everyone, looking for your specific person. Gajeel was in the back of the room, deep in conversation with Levy. Your smile disappears and you feel your heart skip before it crumbles into your stomach. You were happy for him, proud of his growth in the guild. You blink back your tears and then clear your throat softly, working your way through the crowd to the stairs to the dorm. 

You were supposed to be back today, where were you?! He was checking the door every few minutes, his heart racing and his foot tapping against the stone floor. He had gotten back from his mission a few days prior and was waiting for you, you sent him a letter saying when you expected to be back and he kept that letter in his inside jacket pocket. “Hey Gajeeeeel” Levy says as she comes over to his table and he groans internally, he just wanted to talk to you,. 

After humoring her for a few minutes he hears the door close behind him, he turns his head and looks for you but doesn't find you, his eyes lock with Mirajane and she points across the crowded room. When Gajeel followed her finger he sees the end of your hair and bag disappear up the stairs “excuse me” he says, cutting her off and standing quickly, running after you. 

The moment your door closes it’s being opened again, you gasp and your bag falls to the ground “why didn’t you come to me?” he asks, his eyes filled with hurt. You smile up at him and reach behind him, closing the door gently. “You looked busy” you laugh nervously and he furrows his brow “no, dont, don't do this, okay? I was counting down the seconds until you returned, I always count the seconds until you return. So please, come see me immediately next time. Okay?”  your breath hitches as you look at him, his words sinking into your heart. His eyes were wild and his hands were stretched out towards you, he wanted to hug you but you haven't broken the physical touch barrier.. until now. 

You throw your arms around his neck and he tenses, his breath hitching “I missed you so much Gajeel” you whisper and his body relaxes against you, his arms holding you to him tight as he buries his face into your hair. “I missed you too” you pull back and smile up at the dark haired man “wanna get some food and cloud watch and catch up?” you ask and he nods “i’d love to” he says, his gruff voice extremely softer than usual. 

Sitting at a table downstairs you eat your fill, after being gone for so long and not eating enough, it was like you were in heaven. “wow i cant believe you took 5 different missions in two weeks” you say as you finish eating. He laughs “i just took smaller papers so i could back here when you would '' you smile warmly, but he was too busy eating to notice the sweet look you’re giving him. 

You end up on your spot on the grass outside of the build, watching the clouds and talking. You show him your healing wounds that will most likely scar and tell him about your time in the hospital. He looks worried about you but tries to laugh it off “you were scars like badges” you giggle “well duh. I work hard for them” his finger tips brush one of your healed scars and he sighs “i wish you didnt have to get hurt though” he whispers and your heartbeat skips. His eyes meet yours and you smile softly, his eyes looking down to your lips and you almost lean forward to kiss him but before you can he’s turning his attention back to the sky. 

I am such a coward he thinks. How am i supposed to fix this? How do i get back to that moment. His eyes are on your face, watching the clouds reflected on your shiny eyes, the tufts of moisture that you gaze at like you’re reading his fate, and he gets an idea. “look at that one” he points and you don’t really know which one he’s talking about “which one? What does it look like?” He laughs “come see it from my perspective” he all but whispers and you roll on your side, bringing your face close to his to trace his eyesight to the right cloud. But his eyes were on you, on your smiling face and bright eyes, you were gorgeous.

“That one. Right there. It’s a cloud that looks like a cat” you reach out and place your hand on his bicep, your small hand traveling softly down his arm until your hand rests against his bracelet “I can’t find it” you whisper and pout, how could you be so adorable? “It’s right there I don’t know how you can’t see it” he chuckles and you turn your head around, trying different angles before you turn and look back at him “I can’t find it-“ your breath hitches when you notice his gaze is on you, a small smile on his lips and his eyes gentle. His hand moved to cup your cheek “you’re beautiful” his gruff voice was a low whisper, the wind blowing your hair behind you and rustling his into his face. Your hand moves without thinking, brushing his hair out of his eyes and cupping his cheek for a moment. 

“Did these hurt?” your fingers gently brush the studs along his eyebrow “they were magic” you hum, probably hurt as much as the guild tattoo. “These too?” your first finger gently slides down the side of his nose and he nods, his eyes never leaving yours, “what about .. these?” your thumb runs along his bottom lip before pulling it down gently, letting it smack against his teeth as you brush his chin studs. His eyes flick down to your lips and you lean in almost all the way before your eyes flick up to his “Gajeel.. Did you really miss me?” you whisper and a strangled groan escapes his throat “every day” his lips touch yours and you feel sparks burst across your skin, your hand moving to tangle in his hair as he pulls you closer to him. 

You pull back and sigh, your eyes closed for a few moments before they flutter open and meet his. He has a soft blush on his cheeks and a smile “should we form a group?” you ask and he laughs, bringing a smile to your lips “probably” he says as he brushes his fingertips across your cheek “but.. More than that right?” he asks with furrowed brows and you chuckle, pressing your lips softly to the tip of his nose before turning and looking up at the clouds again, like you could read your fate in the tufts of moisture. 

 “I love you Gajeel” you whisper and his breath hitches “you do?” he asks, reaching out and turning your gaze back to his. You smile and nod “yes” he smiles softly, a soft sigh of peace as he presses his forehead to yours “I love you y/n” 

[swiss-cheeze]

Cold Shoulder || Spencer Reid || SMUT

Requested: YES/NO - Reader and Spencer are in a secret relationship. They have kinky sex. Next day Spencer comes in with bruises and a slight limp and the team tease him about it and ask questions. They find out about Spencer and the reader who then punishes Spencer when they get home.

Gender: male, he/him, male/male relapgionship.

Warnings: dom/sub, degradation, male/male, gags, bondage/tied up, rules, mention of subdrop (Spencer doesn't go through it), overthinking, teasing (workplace and sexually), use of ‘sir’, ‘baby boy’, ‘baby’, ‘little boy’, ‘pet’.

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“S-sir please!” Spencer had begged, though through his gag it sounded more like, “thir plth!”, but you knew what the poor boy was trying to say.

“Are you sorry baby?” you asked quietly into Spencer's ear, the bed dipped as you untied your boyfriends ankles before lifting his butt and thighs slightly to get into a prefered position, scooting closer to line yourself with Spencer's entrance. The poor boy nodded aggressively.

“I'm sorry!” Spencer had said, but again, through the poor gag it more sounded like “um sothy!” drool dribbled down Spencer's chin and if he wasn't in such a submissive headspace he would have probably asked you to wipe it off.

“For what my little boy?” you asked again, Spencer's hips wiggled against your tip but you forced his pelvis down with your hands so he couldn't move. This time you decided to give Spencer a little leeway and took off the gag, discarding it somewhere on the bed as Spencer licked his dry lips and finally swallowed properly, his throat scratchy and dry.

“For forgetting the rules,” Spencer took a breath as you slowly started thrusting your hips against Spencer's hole, your tip barely grazing his entrance, “I-I didn't shave down there recently, i forgot my place before-shit- before you when you entered the apartment, i spoke out of turn-”

“Enough!” Spencer was quick to shut his mouth, “I'm bored,” you said with an evil grin. Spencer immediately knew what you were going to do and tried his best to not tense any part of his body, instead relaxing as much as he could as he looked at you with passion and wanting. You slowly guided yourself to Spencer's hole, pushing in slowly until your tip was enclosed within Spencer, you hummed.

“Mm, even just the tip and you’re so tight baby, you gonna be good for me?” you questioned as your hips rocked back and forth softly, not going in nor out, “gonna be a good little boy for me hmm?” Spencer nodded.

“Yes sir, p-please,” Spencer whimpered softly.

“Are you going to be good next time?” you questioned again, slowly starting to inch you way further into Spencer.

“Promise sir!” Spencer exclaimed harshly as you pistoned your hips forward quickly, sheathing yourself inside Spencer instantly, the pair of your groaning provocatively at the feeling. Spencer was quick to tug at the restraints on his wrists and arms as you pounded into the poor boy, him whimpering sweetly under you.

“Oh you poor baby, you’re not gonna last are you?” you quizzed, your thrusts quickened as you started hitting that one spot in Spencer that made him go wild. His groans got louder soon turning into moans and obnoxious gasps.

“Please, please please please sir,” Spencer begged, your hips pistoned against Spencer, skin slapping skin was the sound that echoed the room as well as the co owned moans, groans, whimpers and whines coming from the pair of you.

“Come for me sweetheart, only you will come for me when I tell you to, got it?” you growled into Spencer's ear, your hand on the underside of Spencer's jaw.

“O-only you sir!” Spencer rasped, his throat raw from the past few hours as both his and your orgasms rocked your bodies, Spencer's legs quaked beneath you from his bent position as his cum spilled onto his stomach and chest, yours spilling into his occupied hole.

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The next day Spencer waddled into the bullpen; a slight limp, a large scarf bundled around his neck as well as a long sleeved coat. Spencer winced every time his arms or shoulders moved (even simply moving a folder from one side of his desk to the other side), or when Morgan clapped him on the back, or J.J. nudged him at the kitchen bench, bending down to pick up the stupid little pink and blue paperclips that have fallen to the fucking-

“Spencer?” J.J. 's voice was suddenly next to Spencer, causing him to suddenly stand and wince from the fast action, “you’ve...you've been wincing all day, are you okay?” she was concerned.

“Yeah just uh, just a hard gym session is all,” Spencer tried to cover, his eyes flitting around J.J., of course the blonde took notice of this.

“Gym?” she questioned.

“Pretty boy you don't go to the gym,” Derek chastised suddenly joining the conversation with Emily at his side.

“I've never seen you go past the coffee shop up the road from here let alone a gym,” Emily chimed, Spencer groaned inwardly as he started to get crowded.

“Baby, you’re going to the gym?” you suddenly materialized out of thin air with a small evidence box likely packed with the things from your desk; you had finally gotten your own office and only just started moving in.

“Yep!” Spencer was quick to agree.

“You never told me,” you were quick to take out his lie, “how long?”

“Um, a little while?” Spencer seemed to question his own lie.

“A little while?” Derek echoed, then it seemed like everything clicked as Derek's eyes widened, “NO WAY!”

“What! What, what, what!” Emily and J.J asked quickly.

“Doctor Genius here is having a little too much fun with the other genius!” Derek looked at you as Spencer went red. You shrugged.

“What of it?” Spencer didn't expect that to be your answer, then again, they also didn't actually, really know what happened behind closed curtains.

“Damn okay! I didn't know you two where that kink-”

“Derek come on” Emily chastised this time, she nudged the poor man away from the group as J.J. gave the two of you a knowing look and walked away as well. Spencer was still red as he sat back down at his desk, wincing of course, before you lent down and whispered in his ear.

“They don't know how much of a good little slut you are for me do they?,” you paused as you bit the shell of Spencer's ear, “I don't think they ever will,” as you walked away Spencer had decided then and there that he was not going to be your ‘good little slut’ as he concocted a plan.

-

Spencer calculated the exact time to turn around, the exact velocity and the exact angle in order to spill his just made, lukewarm, coffee on you. Knowing you hadn't repacked your newest go-bag, meaning you’d have to ask for one of Spencers shirts for the rest of the day.

“I’m so sorry!” Spencer exclaimed, the coffee was going straight through your shirt and showed off your chest, the poor boy almost forgot his plans entirely when he saw the dagger necklace you wore under your shirt.

“It's!” you huffed as you held the shirt between two fingers and away from your skin, “it's fine Spence really, i just need a new shirt is all,” you huffed again at the realisation you didn't have your go-bag repacked.

“You can use one of mine,” Spencer had said seemingly reading your mind, you nodded, Spencer walked to his desk to get the clothing as you stalked off to the bathrooms in order to get changed.

-

For the next hour Spencer started the second part of his plan; constantly annoying you while you try to work on paper profiles and student FBI work. He continuously brushed your shoulders every time he walked past your desk, always seemed to be breaking his pencils or loosing his pens, he seemed even more clumsier than usual, he ate over your shoulder resulting in sugar crumbs from his donut to fall onto your paper, constantly tried to recommend other words to use on your papers or claiming that what you were writing didn't actually happen (it did happen and you both knew he knew that).

That went on for three hours, by the second hour it really started getting to you to the point you almost snapped at Spencer in the worst way possible. Spencer had just recommended a new word for your paper when you almost broke.

“Spencer Reid, you know your rul-!” you cut yourself off before you could say ‘rules’, your face was flushed red from anger as Spencer tried not to grin and you instead settled for a glare as the team around you gave confused glances.

“I didn't hear you (Y/n) what’d you say?” Spencer asked innocently as he came closer to you due to ‘the room being too loud to hear you from over here (Y/n)’. You almost bent Spencer over your desk in that moment as everyone started going back to their own work and you whispered into Spencer's ear.

“If i had my office by now you would be stuffed under my desk with my cock so far in your mouth you wouldn't be able to talk while i talked to anyone who came in and did my paperwork,” you took a breath as you saw Spencer visibly gulp, “then i would have you kneeling on the ground, naked and gagged with your hands tied behind you and your calves tied to your thighs so you couldnt move so that anyone who walked into the room could see how fucking desperate you are with your stupid fucking little hard on,” Spencer whimpered softly at the image, “either that or I’d have you spread out with that little hole on display for everyone to see with ‘dont fucking touch’ in marker across your thigh with an arrow pointing to what is rightfully mine,” for a final blow you added, “learn to stay in your fucking place,” before walking away to the file room, leaving Spencer with a very prominent hard on.

-

For the rest of the day Spencer and you ignored each other, leaving a thick and heavy tension in the air whenever the two of you passed each other or walked in the same room. Your face was stone cold as you worked whereas Spencer was more anxious.

“Alright what is up with you two?” Emily asked as she walked past your desk.

“What?” you asked with fake concern.

“You and Spencer,” Emily gave you a little hint.

“Oh, nothing, just trying to get my work done is all,” and then you turned back to your work leaving Emily in the cold as she looked to Spencer (whose desk was in front of yours) and shrugged before walking off. Spencer knew exactly why you were ignoring him and it honestly scared him, maybe he had gone too far? Fuck where you going to leave him without anything tonight? He hadn't done anything like this before, he always stuck to the rules and almost never disobeyed them besides last night-

“Bye guys!” J.J. called out as she left. Spencer looked at the clock and sure enough he had been thinking of you for the past hour as his co-workers walked past him Spencer made sure to keep his eyes trained on you.

“Um, (Y/n)-”

“Go home, I have to finish some other files,” was your response. Spencer knew better than to try and talk over you or backtalk you even if he was in the workplace. He nodded stiffly as he started packing away his things and turning off his desktop before walking around to your desk and hesitantly leaving a dainty kiss on your cheek.

“I’m s-”

“I'll text you,”

“I love you,” Spencer seemed defeated when he said this, he had never acted this way and of course you never acted the way you are now, of course it’s different for the both of you but Spencer was starting to think maybe it wasn't such a good idea, maybe you didn't love him anymore, maybe he’s gone too fa-

“Baby,” your voice called Spencer from his thoughts as he realised you've been trying to ground him for the past thirty seconds. Your hands held Spencers as you looked into his eyes seeing every emotion welling within him, “I love you too sweetheart,” your smile was as sweet as your words, reassuring, “if you go into sub drop then you tell me okay?” Spencer nodded softly but you tugged on his hands to refocus the poor boy.

“I promise,” you nodded.

“I'll text you my pet,” your hand came up to caress Spencer's cheek, your boyfriend leaning into the touch, “now go,”. Spencer got the text when he stepped onto the train to head home, reading it made him flush red while trying to use his satchel to cover his bulge.

Sir <3, 7:23PM.

I want you naked and bent over the bench blindfolded.

Fuuuccckkkkk, he was definitely in for it tonight.

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The sight that laid before you was immaculate and like no other you had seen before; Spencer Reid, your Spencer Reid, was bent over the black velvet bench right in front of your shared bed, blindfolded, which was probably the best part. With the way Spencer positioned himself he was facing away from you and wouldn't be able to see you unless he took off the blindfold, but of course, being the good boy Spencer was he had (somehow) handcuffed himself to the ends of the bench and was spread like a starfish aside from his legs. This also got him off on humiliation. A whimper escaped the poor boy as your fingers dragged against Spencer's bare cheeks.

“Wow, you really are such a good boy aren't you?” you questioned softly, you could feel Spencer shiver under your fingers as you spread his cheeks slightly and tutted, “weeping for this aren't you darling?”

“I-”

SMACK.

“ONE!” Spencer was quick to exclaim; he knew to count how many you would be giving him without you asking.

“I've trained you well pet haven't i?,” it was rhetorical as your psalm grazed over Spencer's burning cheek, he nodded in response.

“Your good boy,” Spencer whispered.

“No.” you chuckled as you kept dragging your nails over Spencer's back and cheeks, “no you aren't a good boy,”

“What? But i-” Spencer was quick to shut his mouth with a hiss as you scratched his back, leaving harsh red lines in your wake.

“At approximately 10 am this morning you spilt coffee on me, forcing me to wear one of your shirts with the knowledge my go-back wasn't repacked”

SMACK

“For the next three hours you proceeded to be a naughty little boy by constantly chewing over my shoulder,”

SMACK

“Dropping crumbs onto my papers and my lap,”

SMACK

“Brushing my shoulder whenever we walked past one another,”

SMACK

“Constantly gave me new words and phrases for my papers even when you knew my paper was up to better standards than others,”

SMACK

“You constantly dropped pens in front of me and broke pencils just to ask me for another one,”

SMACK

“You have been all over me today, antagonizing me, annoying me…” you trailed off at the end of your sentence as you soothed the red markings on Spencer's cheeks.

“I-i’m sorry” Spencer mumbled, you chose to ignore it.

“So thick and heavy for me already baby boy,” you whispered behind Spencer as you cupped his dick, giving it a few strokes before walking away from him. Spencer whimpered at the loss of touch before picking back up into a whine as you placed something around the base of his cock. It was the purple vibrating cockring you bought Spencer eight months ago.

“FUCK!” Spencer exclaimed as quick thrumming virbarations sent their way through the base of Spencer's dick all the way to the tip of his tongue.

SMACK

“You gonna be a good boy for once and count for me slut?” you rhetorically asked, rubbing a palm over Spencer's reddened cheeks. He nodded.

SMACK

“Fucking answer me,” you gripped the pack of Spencers neck and caused him to bend backwards awkwardly, shoulders and joints popping as they ached from the angle.

“I’ll count sir” Spencer said breathlessly, you forced Spencer's head back down to its original position before you continued the punishment.

SMACK

“One!”

SMACK

“Two!”

SMACK

“TH-THREE!”

SMACK

“Four!”

And more, and more and more.

“TWENTY!”

By this time Spencer was panting as his cheeks were painted a deep red and-

“Did you just fucking cum?” you questioned as Spencer shook on the bench, drool dripping from his chin and onto the bed below him. He whimpered.

“Y-yes sir” Spencer whimpered as his thighs shook, as you looked down at the blankets in front of Spencer there, sure enough, was his load. The poor boy whimpered from the overstimulation as the cockring continued to thrum agaisnt the base of his cock.

“I should've known you'd come from a simple punishment like this,” you shook your head in disbelief, that was when you started unbuckling Spencer's handcuffs.

“S-sir?” Spencer didn't dare move after you finished unbuckling his restraints.

“Clean up your mess brat, use your tongue and mouth to find your fucking mess and clean it up.” you grinned as you watched Spencer struggle from his bent over position (his bones and muscles aching to be massaged and moved but refusing due to you standing behind him) before finally mouthing around on the quilt before finally finding his own taste, quickly lapping up everything he could, sucking the blanket into his mouth and teething at what started to stain into the blanket, while Spencer was preoccupied you quickly undressed as quietly as you could. When you were satisfied with the clean up you led Spencer to lay on his back on the soft mattress before taking off his blindfold and chucking it someplace in the room, Spencers eyes fluttered for a moment to get used to the sudden new burst of light before looking down and bulging upon seeing you naked.

“Have you learnt your lesson baby boy?” you questioned as you stuck a few fingers into your mouth, wetting them, before ghosting them over Spencers hole.

“Y-yes sir! I have sir! I promise sir!” Spencer quickly obeyed, shouting out your title in hopes to gain what he really wanted as his hips thrust up against your fingers.

“Promising something you can't keep huh?” you whispered before sticking two wet fingers into Spencer's hole, letting the boy feel the burn and the stretch, relishing in the slight choke he gave, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he pushed himself into the pillows for some sort of comfort.

“God sir please, please fuck me already. I'll be your good boy, i al-always will be i promise,” Spencer started to beg as you scissored your fingers in and out, “i'll always obey and i won't do what-what i did today, I-I’ll keep up with my schedule a-and shave, and I-i’ll be your good boy i promise,” the end of Spencers sentence was needy, whiny and oh so delicious. You slipped your fingers out of Spencer before lining yourself up, the poor boy looked down to watch.

“You sound so fucking good when you beg baby boy,” was all you said before you pushed into Spencer, the pair of you whined upon the intrusion before your hips became flush against Spencers ass. You grinned as you felt the vibrations of the cockring on your stomach.

“P-please take it o-off sir,” Spencer whimpered softly, “s-so close already” you kissed down Spencers neck, leaving love bites and purple bruises in your wake before finally giving into Spencers ask and taking the ring off, pushing a button and throwing it across the room somewhere amongst the clothing and blindfold. You kissed Spencer lovingly before starting to thrust shallowly, immediately Spencer keened as your thrusts sped up, wanting to reach your end and his own. It only took a few moments before your orgasms overtook you, shaking the pair of you to the core as Spencer spasmed onto yours and his chest as your cum spilled into his occupied hole. You both stayed like that for what felt like hours, breathing heavily into each other's ears before you started kissing down the side of Spencer's neck, the boy hummed in appreciation as your hands glided over Spencer's body, gripping and massaging whatever it touched to spread relaxation.

“You did so good baby,” you whispered into Spencer's neck, the boy whined in response as you continued kissing down his torso before finally unsheathing yourself from Spencer and moving towards the adjoined bathroom. You let a cloth become warm under the water before moving back to Spencer and cleaning up the mess you both made, “so proud of you baby, you took everything so well,” you kissed up from Spencers calves to his thighs, hips, stomach, torso, collarbone, neck and then peppering constant kisses on the apples of Spencers cheeks, across his nose, forehead and chin causing the worn out boy to laugh with the little strength he had left. You put the cloth on the bedside table before turning back to Spencer and cuddling him close to your chest, “you okay sweetness?”.

“Very,” Spencer gasped out, throat raspy from his moans, “I'm sorry for today…” Spencer whispered softly as he tried to cuddle closer into you, a sign of insecurity.

“It's okay baby, was it anything I did?” you questioned quickly, hoping you hadn't hurt Spencer in a way he didn't like.

“No, not you,” he paused, “i think i just wanted this,” Spencer looked up at you as you smiled down at him, “i just didn't like the cold shoulder we gave each other is all…” you nodded as you started bringing the blankets onto your bodies, shielding yourself from the cold night.

“Did you want to promise never to cold shoulder each other again?” you asked, Spencer nodded as he held up his pinky finger, you smiled and linked it with yours before ducking down and giving Spencer a reassuring kiss.

“I love you bubby,”

“I love you too sweetheart,”

[ndoandou]

🎹A Lonely Steamy Night🎹

Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x F!MC

Warning: rated 18, GARBAGE ENGLISH

Contents: masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, love making

@kbiscuits here you go dear!

It was night time. MC was in her bedroom, laying down under her cozy sheets. Her lover, mozart was busy composing. He had been busy for a few days and MC was getting real lonely.

She wanted to give mozart some space so he could concentrate better on his composition, in fact it was MCs idea to stay away from him. Now shes regretting that decision because she missed him a lot emotionally and.. sexually.

Just thinking about those steamy nights made her body heat up, her nether regions especially.

"Hngh.." MC moaned silently as her thoughts became wild. She couldnt ignore her thoughts anymore.

She trailed her hands into her underwear, touching her slit, feeling her wetness againsts her fingers...

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Meanwhile in mozart's room...

Mozart slammed his quill furiously as he crumpled up the music sheet he was composing on.

He exhaled sharply as he gazed down towards his tight pants. His member had been buldging furiously against his pants for a while and it had distracted him awfully. Instead of music flowing throught his mind, it was his desire and longing for MC. He understood that MC wanted to give him his own space for his own sake, but he couldnt carry on like this.

As much as he wanted to see MC, he figured that she would be asleep at this time

Mozart glanced once more onto his raging member, constricted in his pants. Frustration was painted on his face.

"Damn it, guess i have no choice" mozart muttered under his breath, annoyed.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing his throbbing member to spring out. He was clearly energetic down there as precum was already leaking. He snaked his hand towards tip masaging it gently as he thought of his sweetheart MC.

"Mmh.." mozart groaned lowly, feeling the pleassure build up in his nether regions

He started pumping his member gently, imagining that he was making endless love to MC.

Once he had enough of the gentle strokes, he fasten his pace, feeling his release coming closer than expected. His fantasies grew wilder and wilder every second.

"Ngh..!" Mozart groaned out as he released violently onto the palm of his left hand.

He was panting a bit as he released fairly hard, due to not doing it with MC for a few days. He stared at his now soiled hand and exhaled shamefully. He felt wrong touching himself to the thought of her for some reason.

Mozart quickly cleaned off his hand with a hankerchief and tossed it into his washing.

"Maybe a cup of coffee will fix things.." mozart mumbled, fixing himself up and walked out of his room.

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Mozart had fixed himself a cup of coffee and proceeded on going back to her room when he heard strange noises coming from MC's room

"Ngh..haaa.. mozart.."

Mozart froze in his tracks almost dropping his cup of coffee

"Is she.." mozart thought to himself as his cheeks slowly grew red, which soon was replaced by a shy smirk.

He placed his coffee down on the vase table, knocking onto MC's door

"*knock* MC..?" Mozart knocked and called her name, pretending to not know what she was doing

This of course, scared the living hell out of mc causing her to almost jolt out of bed

"Y-yes?!" MC yelped, trying to tidy herself up quickly, hiding the fact that she was doing.. things

"May i come in meine liebe?" He asked sweetly, trying to hide his playfull tone

"O-okay.." MC said as she clutched her blankets

Mozart opened the door and closed it behind him. He slowly approached MC who clearly looked as if she was hiding something. He sat on her bed. His gentle smile twisted into a playfull smirk

"I heard what you were doing schatzi.." mozart said playfully causing mc to gasp in embarrasment

"Why didnt you tell me that you needed me that much..?" Mozart asked as he got closer to her, slowly traling his hand onto MC's face, cupping it.

"B-but i felt bad for bothering you.." MC admitted shyly

"Dont worry about it, even i was left alone with my thoughts and well.. i acted on those thoughts" mozart said still with a playful tone but with a pink tint on his cheeks

MC understood what he meant causing her face to burst red.

"Heh.." mozart chuckled softly as he leaned towards MC's lips giving it a deep kiss, tongues dancing against each other.

His once soft member had started throbbing violently againsts his pants again just from teasing his lover.

"Ngh..!" Mc moaned into his mouth. Mozart slowly pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her without breaking the kiss.

If MC was moist earlier, at this point she was dripping wet, especially feeling his lover's buldge against her thigh.

Eventually they broke the kiss with a trail of saliva connected to their lips. Mozart gave MC a quick peck on her neck earning a tiny moan from her.

His hands trailed from her delicate face towards her breast. He gave her breasts a gentle massage, occasionally squeezing her erected nipples through her thin night gown

"A-ah..!" MC moaned out slightly feeling her breasts being stimulated. She could also feel her lover's member start to throb violently againsts her thigh.

MC didnt want to be the only one stimulated, so she decided to do something daring. She reached her hands towards his throbbing bulge, stroking it through his pants.

"Mmh..!" Mozart moaned out which he quickly put a hand to cover his mouth.

MC smiled shyly when she saw his reaction

"Let me make you feel good too.." MC said with a blush on her face

His heart skipped a beat, hearing his partner say such thing with a cute voice.

"Do you realize how cute you are being right now..?" Mozart whispered into her ear and gave it a nibble, causing MC to jolt. he unbuttoned his collar, "i dont think i can wait any longer meine liebe.." he continued with a husky voice

"Me neither.." MC admitted softly as she unbuttoned mozart's pants letting his member spring out. She gave the head a light massage feeling him twitch against her fingers

"Hah.. eager aren't we?" Mozart panted out with a playful smirk

Mozart brought his left hand down towards her lower parts. He pushed her panties to the side giving him a clear view of her drenched heat.

"Heh.. were u this.. mm.. wet when you were touching yourself earlier" mozart asked MC teasingly as he glider his thumb up and down her drenched slit causing her to buck her hips against his thumb.

"Ngh..! I..mm dont think so.." MC said as she choked back a moan, still touching his member which was now leaking with precum.

Mozart wanted to tease MC more

"So tell me.. what were you imagining..?" Mozart asked, teasing her

MC blushed and looked away, biting her lips in embarrasment

"W-well.. i imagined y-you kissing me and...." MC struggled to speak as she was too embarrased. She covered her face with her free hand

"Hehe.. dont worry MC, i was just mmh.. teasing you" mozart said as he chuckled, giving his embarrased lover a gentle peck on her cheek.

He gestured MC to pull her hand away from his member and scooted closer. He slowly peeled of MC's panties off and nudged his member againsts her entrance

"Do you want to know what i imagined meine liebe?" Mozart whispered into her ear, gliding his member up and down MC's slit, making sure to brush against her clitoris, earning soft moans from her. "I imagined burrying myself deep inside you, making endless love to you.." he continued with a seductive tone, slowly pushing himself inside of MC's wet heat. The way his member stretched her and the way MC's core tightened around him caused them both to moan out loudly. He used to restrict his own noises in the past. It took him a while to finally be able to make more noises in bed.

"Haah.. MC..." he moaned out into her ear "would you hah.. want me to go gentle or rough..?" He asked softly into her ear

"Hngh..please go rough mmm.. on me wolfie" MC said lewdly, causing mozart to tense up

"I would have find it hard to go gentle on you meine liebe.. especially after calling me by my first name" he said as he exhaled, feeling his desire building up

He started off with a slow yet fierce thrust, gradually picking up pace. He made sure to hit her sweet spot. Every thrust earned a loud moan from MC as she could feel him deep inside of her.

The pleasure they both felt was unreal. It always had felt unreal whenever they did it, but this time was beyond unreal, after not doing it together for a few days.

The way their sexes joined together with a slap, caused them both to make more noises when ever they were joined together. Moans and grunts filled up the room with the wet noises their sexes made. They didn't want this blissfull moment to end which is why mozart slowed his pace down.

"Wolfie..?" MC asked curiously as his lover thrusted into her slower than before

"Sorry MC.. i dont think i would have last long enough if i kept thrusting like that..i also want to make this moment more intimate for the two of us.." mozart admitted shyly

She found this side of him really adorable, which then she threw her arms around Mozart's neck. This sudden gesture surprised Mozart.

"I love you wolfie.." MC whispered

"I love you too meine engel.." mozart said as his face bursted red, from MC's cuteness

They took a moment to stare into eachothers eyes, sexes still connected to each other. The way mozart's amethyst orbs glimmered with love and passion made MC's heart flutter.

Their lips slowly connected unconciouslly, drowned in love and pleassure. Their soft lips gently pecking each other, feeling each others warm breath.

Their gentle kisses became heated and passionate, their toungues once again interwining. Unconciously, Mozart had pick up the pace, hammering himself roughly into MC , along side with the passionate kissing. Their moans were muffled into each others kiss.

"Im sorry liebe... i *grunt* wont last any longer.. may i finish inside of you?" Mozart asked sweetly, panting as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Ah..! Please do.. i love you wolfie..." MC said as she felt the knot in her nether regions start to snap.

Just the phrase " i love you wolfie" drove him feral. At this rate he was drilling into her heat with no mercy, causing loud moans and cries to erupt for MC's swolen lips. Mozart on the other hand was growling into her neck feeling himself lose control.

"K-Kiss me!" MC moaned out as she wrapped her legs onto his waist, which Mozart immideatly started kissing her roughly.

They both released, a scream of pleassure escaping from MC's mouth, feeling herself tremble at the sensation of her orgasm. Mozart had pushed himself deeply. He released deep inside of her, painting her insides white as he moaned loudly into her mouth.

They pulled away from the kiss with a wet sound, both panting as they recovered from their mind blowing ecstacy.

"Sorry if i was too rough on you mc" mozart said appolegetically as he pulled out from her core.

"Dont worry about it wolfie.." MC said as he pulled him into a sudden tight hug

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Arthur walked down the halls with a cup of coffee in his hand, when he spotted a cup full of cold coffee resting on the vase table.

"By jove, who left their untouched coffee here?" He asked himself.

Thats when he heard questionable noises come from MC's room.

"My, my, seems like wolf abandoned his coffee for his dear MC" arthur said walking away as he chuckled.

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AAAAA this one isn't my best work but i tried ;-; sorrtcif some parts here sounded awkward 😭

[brelione]

Neverland (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Mentions of death,suicide,depression,probably a lot of spelling errors,has the possibility of making you cry. :)

This is really bad because I have not slept in 28 hours and I was bored :)

You had said over and over again from the age of 8 that all you wanted to do was go to neverland.It was right after your parents died in a drowning accident that you had become so obsessed with the idea.Neverland was the perfect place where children who simply didnt belong in the real world went to feel wanted.Neverland was where you belonged.You used to pray to any god there was that someday Peter Pan would come to your window and take you away.It never happened though.When you became friends with the pogues at age 14 you felt a bit better.You had met JJ Maybank,the boy of pure chaos and crackhead energy.He was always doing something illegal or doing something he shouldnt be.He was many things and loyal,sweet and kind were some of them.He acted like a lost boy,not caring about the consequences to his actions and living in the moment.

You would sit together on John.B’s roof and complain about life.

“You ever wonder why we’re so fucked up?”You asked.He shrugged,laying down with his arms over his chest.You tucked your hair behind your ears,looking up at the sky and staring at the second star to the right. “Hey,JJ?”You asked.He hummed,watching you stare up at the sky with a sad expression.He had noticed things no one else had about you.How your eyes were always a little pink,the way your laugh was never completely genuine,the way you hid your emotions from everyone because you didnt want to overwhelm anyone.He had always gone out of his way to do nice things for you.He’d made you a bracelet with your name on it that you had worn everyday until the beads had faded and the letters were hardly there.You still wore it.

He remembered your favorite type of poptart and would steal you some when he went to a large supermarket.You had always told him not to steal from independent businesses and if he were to steal from anywhere to steal from a store that had multiple locations because it didnt matter if they lost $2.He tried to show affection,hugging you or attempting to hold your hand.You never accepted it,shrinking under his touch.He wanted you to feel loved and appreciated but no matter how he tried the message just wouldnt get through to you. “If I ever go missing,just know that I probably went to neverland.”You spoke quietly.He sat sat up,frowning. “What?”He asked.You sighed. “I dont like it here.I wanna leave.Im gonna leave eventually so when I do you’ll know where to find me.”You avoided his gaze,staring up at the star.

He scooted himself forward so he was next to you. “Why dont you like it here?”He asked.You sighed,looking at him. “I dont belong here,you know?Everything just feels wrong and I feel guilty all the time because I know I should be grateful that im alive and healthy but I just want to give up.I just fuck things up and I dont wanna do it anymore.”You mumbled,feet dangling off the edge of the roof.He went to grab your hand,sliding his warm large hand over your cold small one.You let him,your fingers curling around his hand. “You do belong here,though.You belong with the pogues and we all love you.You know we love you,right?”He asked.You shrugged. “I dont really belong with you guys.Kiara felt bad for me so she dragged me into this.You dont really love me,you’re just saying that to keep me here.”You looked up at him.

His pupils were large,lips open like he was trying to form words.He was concerned for you,having the urge to pull you away from the side of the roof.You just grinned. “Its okay to admit it,JJ.I know its true.”You smiled.He shook his head. “No.No its not.What am I gonna do when you’re in neverland?Who’s gonna stop me from stealing from independent businesses?”He asked.You just huffed. “Pope will.”You replied.He shook his head,gulping. “No,no.Pope doesnt care about that stuff like you do-you’re the only one who can stop me from stealing pop tarts.”He replied,voice squeaking a bit.You rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb. “Its okay,JJ.Everything is fine.”You spoke softly.He shook his head. “You’re really scaring me right now...please just stay here with me.Please.”He whispered.

You bit the inside of your cheek,taking your hand away from his.You hesitantly leaned forward,hugging him.Your body heat against him was calming.He was nervous to hug you back,not wanting you to pull away from him.He slowly raised his arms,pulling you closer to him. “Dont stress,JJ.Everything is okay.”You whispered.He sniffled. “I just want you to be happy...what will make you happy?”He asked,blinking away the tears.You ran your hand through his hair,your finger tips scratching his scalp lightly as you twirled your fingers. “Shhh...JJ,honey,you’ve got to calm down.”You whispered.He let out a small squeak,biting down on his lip as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “Please dont leave...please.”He sobbed.The guilt ran through you,knowing you had caused JJ to be this upset with himself.You didnt say anything,you just continued to run your fingers through his hair.He felt his whole body heating up.His lips always got really hot and red when he cried,he didnt really know why.He moved,kissing your forehead lightly.The heat against your cool forehead made a shiver run down your spine. “JJ,look at me.”You whispered,lifting up his chin.He looked up at you,more tears falling from his eyes.He sniffled,staring into your eyes.

He leaned forward,kissing you lightly.You pulled away after a few moments,forehead still against his. “It’s three in the morning,if we want any energy tomorrow we should probably sleep.”You mumbled quietly.He frowned. “You’ll still be here when I wake up,right?”He asked.You nodded.He couldnt believe he was scared of you leaving to go to neverland.He didnt know if that was really what he was scared of though.In all honesty he was absolutely terrified you’d kill yourself or something.After that night JJ had always tried to stay close to you.He always wanted to be touching you in some way,holding your hand or having his arm around your waist.He stole you more poptarts,telling you where he’d gotten them from before you even asked.

He’d text you every morning when you two couldnt spend the day together and he’d call you at least three times a day.Everytime you didnt answer he’d feel his heart speed up anxiously.You’d always text him when you didnt answer,telling him that you were busy and that you’d call him later.Sometimes you didnt have the energy to answer his texts but he’d feel better seeing that you had at least read them.But one day you didnt answer his calls.He waited for a text from you to explain why you hadnt answered.He tried to convince himself that maybe you were in the shower or taking a nap or maybe out for a swim.He knew you werent.You’d always text him before you went out for a swim or took a shower.You always said the same thing. “Im hopping in the shower so dont get scared if I dont answer.Love you.”.He hadnt received that text yet.

He had bit his nails as he sat in the hammock. “Are you okay?You seem stressed.”Pope looked over at him.JJ gulped. “Im just scared about (Y/N).She’s not answering me and I dont know what to do.”He had explained.Kiara frowned. “Are you guys fighting?”She asked.JJ shook his head. “She hasnt read my texts and I checked when she was last active on instagram and it says three days ago.I dont wanna go to her house because I dont wanna seem clingy but she’s really starting to scare me.”He tapped his foot on the grass.Kiara nodded. “Maybe her phone is broken.”She shrugged.He shook his head. “I dont know.I have a bad feeling.”He frowned. “So lets take the boat and go check on her.”Pope sat up from the porch couch.John.B was at Sarah’s and he would understand why they were taking the boat.Pope drove,going through the water as fast as the boat allowed until they were at the dock in your backyard.

JJ hopped out,going to your back door and knocking on the wood.He tried calling again,hearing your phone ring from somewhere in the house.He reached over to the windowsill,moving the painted rock you kept there and grabbing the key.Kiara and Pope were close behind him,starting to become anxious as well.He turned the key in the door,opening it with such force that the door knob smacked against the side of your house.He walked in,calling your name.He approached your bathroom,his hands shaking as he reached for the door knob.He told himself he was being ridiculous,opening the door.He turned on the light,wincing and hoping that you werent there.You werent,but your phone was. “(Y/N)!”Kiara shouted,going into your bedroom.Your blankets and sheets were messy,pillows thrown around.The window was wide open,your dresser knocked over. “JJ!”She shouted.He sprinted through the house,catching himself on your door frame.His breath hitched in his throat.There was no way.

There was no fucking way that you had actually left.That wasnt possible.Peter Pan wasnt real.But robbers were.Maybe someone had broken into your window and kidnapped you.That theory didnt make sense either because nothing had been missing and you always kept your bedroom window locked.You promised you wouldnt leave him.Maybe you had been forced to leave.He had to figure it out.He had to have you back.

[asphalt-cocktail]

Congrats on your followers. If youre still accepting Sunday sins maybe a Roger Taylor one where he finds out that youve never cum through sex. He sees it as a challenge.

AAAHHHH I LOVE THIS TROUPE also I’ll be accepting asks as long as my ask box is open! Today is my last day of class so hopefully through out the week I’ll be able to answer them! Ugh I missed writing for roger

Warning: mentions of masturbation, sex, smut, do not interact if underage (you will be blocked)

Roger and Freddie gawked at you “what the hell do you mean you’ve never cum?” Fred asked you, his face plastered with shock.

You shifted awkwardly, “ i don’t know I just don’t think I ever have.”

“Not even when you... you know” roger said and his eyes glanced downward

“Nah not even when I jerk off myself.” Your face felt hot with embarrassment as the two men exposed your sad and disappointing sex life.

“I bet I could” roger said after a lull in silence.

“What?” You gaped at your friend.

“I said I bet I could make you cum.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “I don’t know rog”

“Come on we’ve been friends for what? 7 years now? We’ve seen eachither naked before I hardly think adding sex would make things awkward between us.” Roger did have a point and from what you could tell from living with him a girl never left displeased.

You glanced at Fred who had a devilish look in his eye like always. He gave you an encouraging head nod “I certainly don’t think I’ve heard any complaints about you roger.” He added trying to gas up his best friend

You let out a puff of air “fine. But i want it to happen naturally, you know? This isnt some sort of doctors appointment.”

And that was how it started.

Did you regret it? Almost.

Since that conversation the sexual tension between you and roger had become explosive and apparent to everyone in the room with the two of you. Today you were at a small dance bar sitting in a back table with the boys, roger had his arm lightly draped around your waist and was rubbing his fingers along the fabric of your shirt.

He trailed his fingers up the dip of your waist and back down do your thighs with the lightest of finger touches while he continued his conversation with Fred, Brian, and John about tour details. You hardly noticed when they began to trail over the swell of your thighs towards the heat between your legs until you suddenly stiffened and glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

Roger was paying you no mind at all. His hand caressed your inner thigh and his thumb slowly in bed closer and closer to the crotch of your jeans. A knot formed in your stomach and you held your breath, nervous for what his next bold move was.

To your disappointment he had pulled away and stood up “drinks anyone?” He asked shaking his empty beer bottle.

“Gin and tonic double” you said handing him your empty glass and letting out a frustrated sigh.

Roger took your glass and winked at you before heading off.

After that night thoughts of roger plagued your mind and kept you awake. What would he feel long in top of you? How did he kiss? What did he sound like?

Your imagination filled your wandering mind as you found yourself sticking a hand down your pants and rubbing circles around your clit. Still no orgasm.

As the week continued you met Fred at their apartment for a dinner party. By dinner party it typically included a lot of drinks and games and very little food.

The sun sank, the sky grew dark and the alcohol flowed in abundance which only caused your constant thinking about roger to increase. Your gaze found him every time he entered the room and followed him as he exited, each time he payed no attention to you.

Until you found him in the kitchen alone making a drink, “hey.” He casually greeted you while glancing over his shoulder.

“Hey.” You breathed out softly.

“So are you having fun?” Roger asked turning and leaning in the kitchen counter.

His gaze made your face heat up and your stomach clench. Suddenly it felt too hot for what you were wearing and his smug ass knew it. “Yeah, it’s great.” You said giving him a tight lipped smile before shifting towards him to make yourself your own drink. 

Roger turned slightly and looked at you, “You look nice.” He said and brushed his arm along your arm. You shivered feeling the cool touch of his hand on your hot shoulder. “Thanks, so do you.” you answered trying to hide how you clenched your thighs to give some sort of pressure between your legs.

A smirk lingered on Roger’s face before his eyes narrowed as he maintained his gaze with you, “Can I kiss you?” He asked standing closer to you.

Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly, “Yeah... Sure... yeah.” You said breathing out as his hand raised and cupped your face.

The kiss was languid and smooth and you could taste the vodka soda and cigarettes on his lips. As Roger deepened the kiss he pulled you closer by your waist and you whimpered at the close contact. 

Kissing him did nothing but fuel the fire already brewing in your belly. You clung to him for dear life and hoped he wouldn’t let go anytime soon. You ignore the ache in your back as the kitchen counter dug into your spine. Roger’s hand caressed the swell of your ass and thighs while his knee had found its place between your legs.

You ground down on it without shame and let out a shaky breath. Roger stilled your hips and pulled away, trailing kisses down your neck, “Not yet.” He whispered in your ear before nipping at the skin.

And with that, he left you in the kitchen alone.

As the week wore on you could have screamed with how much sexual frustration you were feeling. Your sleep was lacking and your mind was constantly racing with thoughts of one man. In fact you almost did scream when you got a message from Roger asking for you to come over and watch a movie with him. It made your blood boil. A movie? A fucking movie? 

You could hardly believe it but still found yourself packing up some snacks and beers before heading over to his apartment. 

The two of you sat on the couch as a movie played in the background and sexual tension crackled and popped in the air. Roger draped his arm over the back of the couch and you tried to sit a healthy distance away from him.

You couldnt help but glance over at him every few minutes in hopes that he would make a move and then finally his hand came to rest on your thigh. You casually shifted and spread them a bit, hoping that he would get the hint. 

Roger’s hand caressed your inner thigh, rubbing and kneading the soft skin. Before things escalated any further Roger had managed to scoot you to the corner of the couch.

You turned and looked at him, suddenly feeling hot, “Hey,” You breathed out.

“Hey.” He answered back with the same stupid smug smirk he always wore before he pressed his lips against yours.

Gripping a fist full of his shirt you pulled him closer to you before wrapping an arm around him and tangling one in his hair. The kiss was hot, hotter than the one you shared before in the kitchen. You could feel your insides shaking with arousal and let out and eager whimper as Roger moved to take your bottoms off. He slowly slid them down and wasted no time pulling your panties aside and swiping his finger up your folds.

He smirked against your lips, “You’re soaked for me, love.” He murmured against your mouth.

“Touch me more.” You whimpered and almost lost all self control as roger inserted a finger into you. He slowly pumped it in and out, curling his fingers and rubbing them against your soft walls.

You hummed and you felt your body relax, being fingered had never felt this good before. Your mind was hazy and lewd moans spilled from your lips as you felt his thumb circle your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“Fuck,” You gasped feeling an unfamiliar feeling knotting in your stomach and you begin to panic as the sensitivity between your legs skyrocketed. Your walls twitched and you sobbed as Roger pulled his fingers away.

He shushed you and slid off the couch, kneeling between your legs with your knees on either side of his head, “It’s fine.” He cooed sliding your panties off.

You couldnt help but squirm with impatience as he settled between your legs and put himself in a comfortable position. 

Roger’s fingers slipped back inside you with ease and your hips bucked as he licked your clit, “Oh roger,” You sighed letting your head fall against the back of the couch while your hand found itself tangled in his soft locks. 

His tongue alternated between swirling and flicking your clit; soon you found that your hips could not stay still and the knot in your belly returned. “R-roger,” You said planting both hands on the couch feeling his tongue flatly lapping against you, “Rog.” You gasped and felt around for something to anchor yourself onto. 

The sensitivity began to build and it felt like a rubberband was stretching to its limit before it finally snapped. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you in a huge wave, “Oh fucking christ,” You gasped and grabbed a fist full of Roger’s hair and held him in place as you ground down on his face. You sobbed out as he helped you ride through your orgasm and felt your legs shake.

When he finished there was a moment of silence, “I think I came, holy shit.” You breathed out and saw him standing up. Roger grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. Your legs felt weak but you stood and looked at him with confusion.

“We arent finished.” He grinned and pulled you down the hall to his bedroom.

[bbaronpiper]

Wake up call

Here’s another collab with @artsaree​. She’s amazing. you should definitely check out her writings.  So basically, we both wrote half of it . 

warnings: smut

Aron x Reader

my part

7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn’t have a problem with it at first because you swore you’ll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.

“Morning, Baby” His voice was low and husky.      

You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. “Slept well?”

“Si” He said while rubbing his eyes. “Partying after spending whole day on set isn’t easy”

You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. “Do you have something to say Y/N?”

You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest “Don’t you think you’ve been partying a lot lately?”

“Mmm Don’t think so..” he shrugged still not looking at you.

“You’re barely home” you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.

“What do you mean Y/N? I’m always home” he then looked at you.

You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you’ve been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.

“Come here” he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. “Te quiero.” He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. “Don’t ever think otherwise. Even just for one second” stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.

You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare yourself at the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

2:40 am and he’s still not home. Why are you not surprised?

It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should’ve seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn’t reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.

“Bet you couldn’t last a day without fucking me” you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.

“Is that a challenge?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Nahh, just stating facts” you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you’re pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.

“Bebe” you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.

“Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!” his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.

Oh this was gonna be hard. “So, you’re saying, you wouldn’t touch me even if I am naked?” he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft “damn” coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.

Nada. No emotions.

You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.

“I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend’s ignoring me…. Oh well” you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.

“Yo.. you’re b-blocking the view,Y/N” he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he’s about to give in.  

You scoffed at him “Oh it’s on!” you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like “Ohhh baby…” “Si, Arooonnn, si!” you’re so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn’t refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. “Let me ride you baby”

You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. “You drive me crazy”

  @artsaree​ /Sara’s part

He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.

Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.

„Open up.“

You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.

„Mhm just like that.“ he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.

„Take it.“ he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.

There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.

„Dont want you to gag, u know that.“ he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.

„Ah fuck.“ he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?“ he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.

„Mh good girl.“ he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.

„On your stomach babygirl.“ he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.

He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.

Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.

„Open your legs for papi.“ he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.

You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.

„Yes good.“ you heard his deep voice behind you.

Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?“ he asked.

„Yes papi.“ you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you‘re always so tight.“ he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.

Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.

Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.

He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.

„Babe.“ he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.

He he never done that before.

And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.

But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.

Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.

„Im coming baby.“ he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.

Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.

„Yes baby come on.“ he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes.“ he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.

It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.

Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.

„Ah fuck.“ he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.

You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:“On your back.“

You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.

„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back.“

By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.

You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.

It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.

„Did you touch yourself baby?“

You shook your head truthfully and spoke:“No I didnt.“

-„Promise?“ he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.

„I promise daddy.“

He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.

„Good girl.“

He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.

This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you‘re his baby a second later.

Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.

„Arón.“ you moaned out, seeking pleasure.

He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.

„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?“ he played.

„Arón please.“ you exclaimed and looked down at him.

He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.

„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow.“

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies...

A sweet Dewey Finn x reader fic. Verrrry fluffy, verrrry happy, verrrry clingy, verrrrry drunk. Dewey accidentally discovers he can pull off a very low, growly, hoarse, husky, gravelly voice. Just like a certain ghost-with-the-most we know. 💚

Something really special.... me and the amazing, sweet, talented @ironmansuucks have been working on together.

We genuinely hope you guys enjoy this one.

I LOVE YOU MORE THEN PIZZA

“Hey guys, c’mon… tequila!!” Dewey wiggled his eyebrows, smirking at his friends as they headed back to the bar, for what felt like the millionth time that night. It was Friday after all, and as usual the boys were drinking the place dry of tequila after a long week. Dewey and the kids had been practicing extra all week for a show booked for the following Friday. They had worked so hard and Dewey was so proud of them but he was exhausted. His voice was completely messed up from singing and shouting with them all week and he just needed a night off. It was scratchy and hoarse, almost sore sounding but it wasn’t, and it was easy to tell by the way he was throwing back the tequila shots, most likely making his voice worse. But he didn’t care. He was having fun.

Due to not having any dinner before he went out (not to mention the 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila 4), Dewey was well and truly fucked. Him, Ned and a few other of his friends, were stumbling around their favourite bar, making one another laugh. The music was on point and the drinks kept flowing. It was one of those nights were everything was hysterically funny and silly. Those were the best kinda nights. Doing dares, drinking games, and who could forget about the daft dancing.

Dewey was showing Ned one of the guitar riffs that he had taught the kids, air guitar of course, when suddenly someone bumped into him, shoving him forward a bit. Dewey turned round to see a massive, tall bald guy barging past him “hey man, move out my way” the man grumbled as he hustled past. What the hell? Dewey looked at Ned, drunk and confused “who the hell does that guy think he is? Move out my way” Dewey mimicked, screwing up his face and buffing his chest and shoulders. Due to his voice already being fucked up, he sounded the exact same as the dude. His voice raspy and hoarse. Ned and the other guys were in hysterics at Dewey’s impression, which only prompted him to continue.

As he headed towards the bar, he kept his shoulders buffed and his face screwed up, his friends jumping behind him, still laughing. “hey, can I order 8 tequila shots” Dewey quipped to the barman in his husky, exaggerated voice, eliciting laughs from his friends. The barman didn’t bat an eyelid and just served him. “here you go boys” Dewey continued, handing his laughing friends shots, “bottoms up”.

* * * * *

You rolled your eyes laughing.

Some while later, namely 1:30 AM, you had received a few texts from your sweet (drunken) Dewey Finn:

heeeeeeyyy ybaaby

I mioiss yuoo s oo mucjh

ccan you pleaaes com e pick me up pp lesae ?? ?? ?

You rolled your eyes laughing, knowing he was going to be absolutely steaming. You quickly replied, telling him you would be there in ten. You already knew the bar he was in due to his drunken snapchats, and because it was the one they would always frequent on Friday nights.

Due to your tiredness, and lack of drunkenness, you could not be bothered with the bar. The loud music, the smell of a mix of different alcohols, and the sweaty people jumping around was just something that didn’t particularly appeal to you right now. Grab Dewey. Get out.

Squeezing past all of the drunkards, you could see Dewey at the bar with a few friends. You felt soft at the sight of him smiling and laughing with his friends. It was always a sight you loved to see. His cheeks rosy from the alcohol and his soft, fluffy curls slightly messed up from jumping around. You made your way over to him, car keys in hand ready to grab him and rush goodbyes to get him home.

Dewey was leaning against the bar laughing when you approached him. When his eyes caught yours he lit up. His eyes growing wide. His friends were all laughing at him and you had no idea, until “h-hey baby” Dewey growled out, still exaggerating his hoarse voice causing his friends to bellow out in fits of amusement. You furrowed your eyebrows, laughing lightly “hey Rockstar, what the hell is up with your voice?”.

Dewey made his way over to you, staggering slightly “oh yeah th-is guy was like barging past me and.. and he was all like g-get out of ma way” he giggled, his voice rough even when he spoke normally. Dewey threw his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You held him up, him using you to lean against, you could smell the tequila on him.

After successfully getting Dewey out of the bar and into the car he began to get worse. The fresh air making him seem more drunk, as it always does. He was sat in the passenger side seat, his elbow resting against the window and his head against the head rest. “sweetheart… I just.. I just like you more than p-izza ok.. and I really REALLY like pizza-a”. you laughed at him and his rough, kinda sexy, voice. “thanks Dew, what a compliment” he looked at you, his eyes lidded and tired “no baby, I-I seriously lOVE pizza.. b-but I just like you sooo much mooorrrree”. He lightly poked your arm, smiling away to himself. Nearly home now.

You knew Dewey was clingy, but drunk Dewey was ten times worse. From the moment you got home he was stuck to you. “Dewey you need to let my hand go so I can take my shoes off”, “nooo I just love youuuu”. “you need to let me go so I can get changed” “no just stay with me pleeease, pleaeeaase, I’ll d-die if you don’t” he would plead, voice cracking and his hand pulling you into him.

After forcing him to drink a glass of water, poor baby was tuckered out. He continued to drink the water with one hand and patted your head with the other. You looked at him and his tired eyes, confused and laughed. “what am I? your dog?” he nodded, gulping the water. His eyes were closing and you knew you had to get him to bed, hoping he wouldn’t be sick. It was nearly 3 AM.

As soon as he got into the bedroom Dewey threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes “night” he croaked out. “no no no Dew you need to get your trousers off you goof” you moved over to him. “nooo I don’t want too.. too tired” he whined. “Dewey Finn sit up and take those Jeans off. I have just washed those sheets and I’m not having your black jeans staining them” you warned, folding your arms. He huffed loudly, like a child, and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and moving his legs so they would fall down. He could be so lazy sometimes.

Finally you were both in bed. Dewey scooted over to you, getting his body as close to yours as possible, his hand sneaking to your side, sliding up to your ribs and rubbing the skin there. “so soft…” he cracked, his eyes closing with sleepiness. You smiled at him, but furrowed your eyebrows worriedly “remember Dew, if you feel sick, wake me up” you cautioned. He simply nodded and grumbled in response. His voice sounded as if it was sore, you troubled. Whatever he had done to it, the amount of tequila he had consumed certainly wouldn’t have helped him. You shook your head, “you crazy dude” you whispered lovingly, running your hand down his face admiring his rosy cheeks, and wild hair.

* * * * *

You sighed in sheer relief that morning when Dewey didn't get sick at night. The trashcan beside his side of the bed was luckily un-used. It was kind of a miracle why though, the amount of tequila he drank had been enough to fill up your half of your bath-tub. You shook your head on the pillow as you eyed your boyfriend. He was soundly sleeping on his side. His hair was messily spread out on the pillow, standing up and difying any sort or gravity. You loved Dewey Finn with all your heart, he was just a hyper kid sometimes. A bouncy, hyper kid, with amazing charm and guitar skills... sometimes on too much liquor.

You traced his every feature with your eyes, letting his beauty sink into the deepest level of your soul.

It was almost angelic, his soft face combined with the rough scruff on his cheeks. The rising sun making his messy brown hair glow like the sun herself reached out to kiss it. He smelled like the bar you picked him up from, combined with the fresh smell of your bedsheets, and something unmistakably Dewey.

You rolled your eyes, internly cursing yourself. The boy drank half a bath-tub of tequila last night... You had to carry him home... and yet here you was. Falling even more in love with that dorky, bouncy rock-star. You couldn't be mad at him even if you tried. He only tried to have a good time... that's all.

You shot your Dewey one last glance, before sneaking out of bed. You put on your cozy socks, and grabbed Deweys sweater on the way out. Just before you closed the door you heard Dewey mutter something as he stirred in his sleep, and you smiled at the cute noice. You left the door peeking open a bit, and threw on Deweys worn ACDC sweater. It smelled like him, minus the smell of liquor he was currently sporting.

You tip-toed down the stairs, in desperately need for some coffee. You always were an early bird, while Dewey woke mid day if you'd let him. That part you couldnt change... no matter how hard you tried.

You figured his hang-over-ass would also enjoy some coffee, so you made one for him as well. Yours was filled with lots of milk, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.... Dewey drank his coffee black.

As you passed the stove you figured he could use some hang-over-proof-food as well. So you grabbed a pan, cracked two eggs open and started making scrambled eggs on toast. Humming softly to yourself, watching the still rising sun seep through the kitchen window as you prepared breakfast.

You were suprised when you felt two strong arms wrap softly around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You chuckled and yelped a bit in suprise when dewey came to stand behind you, his body still sleepily warm as he pushed himself up to you against the stove. You felt the weight of his head rest on your shoulder and smiled at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, when he pressed a soft kiss on it. He swayed you gently from behind, moving in sync with your humming.

You struggled to keep your attention to the breakfast you were making, instead of focussing on Dewey behind you. Dewey started to nibble on your neck while you continued to stirr the eggs in the pan. Dewey noticed the slight hitch in your breath while he softly suckled on your pulse point and tried to sneak his hand under your sweater. You squeeled a high pitched sound and grabbed his hand under your sweater before it could get to its destination. He growled in dissapiontment and you felt him pout against your cheekbone, scruff tickeling your cheek when he did so.

You squeezed his hand and mumbled: "Let's have breakfast first, okay cassanova?"

Deweys hands moved towards your sides, he took a step back and he pressed a kiss on the top of your hair. He hummed in response at your suggestion and slapped your ass before slumping into the kitchen chair.

A high pitched yelp escaped your throat, and you was just about to lecture him but when you turned around your mind went still. Comletely still. Aside from the singing choir in the back of your head.

His bedhead was still all over the place as he slumped into the kitchen chair. His brown locks standing in different angles on his head, framing his beautifull face. The golden light of the sun still surrounding him with a bright halo, almost like the joy of life shine out of him. The bright light of the sun reflected in his eyes, and it made his gaze even more entracing. His head rested in his hand and his droopy eyes were full of sleep, but also full of admiration when he looked at you. He brushed his free hand through his messy brown locks, making his hair even more chaotic. A satisfied smirk ghosted his lips and Dewey Finn looked smug as hell.

How could he not, you were practically giving him heart eyes at the moment.

You turned around quickly, struggling to focus on the eggs in front of you again.

You turned off the stove and flopped the eggs on the kitchentable unceremoniously. You sat down across Dewey and sipped your coffee while eyeing your boyfriend over the coffee cup, with a fond smile on your face. Gosh... you loved this man.

He happily beamed back at you and digged into the eggs, his hoarse voice cracked: "Thanks love..."

You couldn't help but laugh at the state of his voice... all fucked up from the shouting and singing of last night. That voice....

A thought popped up in your mind, talking about last night...

That voice. The voice that made you laugh and giggle. Made you sing and hum. His voice made you happy and emotional. Grounded you and guided you. Deweys voice had you aroused in seconds, and you loved every tone it could make... but this voice. It was hoarse and husky and gravelly. Croaky and somewhat nasal.

This hang-over, worn-out growly voice was something else.

You tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that this side of his voice made you feel.

You asked a question to keep Dewey talking in that gravelly voice, so you could feel some more of...

Whatever it was that you seemed to feel at it hearing him talk in that voice...

"Hey Dew... you slept okay? You didnt get sick man. That's great!"

Between eating his toast and sipping his coffee he replied, again with a low, husky, growly voice: "Yeah... that's pretty cool indeed. Lucky me, huh? Hey... Thankyou for picking me up last night..."

You were lost in thoughts as he lowly kept growling through his scentences. The only thing you could think off was that voice was making your knees weak. Good thing you were already sitting... Cause with the orange glow of the sun, combined with his scratchy low croaking voice you were sure could swoon at the spot.

This voice of him was something else. You certainly felt something.

... a lot of someting.

Dewey noticed your mental absence as he continued to growly speak. He noticed that your breathing had changed, and he saw the rosy colour your cheeks had gotten. He saw your pupils widening, you bit your lip and then left your mouth slightly agape. You licked your lips as he sneakily tried to slip more and more pet names for you into his conversation. His voice dropping lower, more breathy and huskier by the second.

He was in the middle of a scentence when you lost your fight to pure lust, love and desperation. You launched yourself over the kitchentable and kissed him with all the love that was bubbling inside your soul. He bit your lip as a deep growl escaped his throath and you panted between kisses: "Mister Finn.... you are an absolute angel... and your voice... Especially your hangover voice... Should be illegal."

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We hope you enjoyed it. We sure enjoyed writing it! @ironmansuucks ... a deep bow and thankyou for doing me the absolute honour of writing with you. 💜 It was a pleasure, dear.

[tangyvanilla]

Spoilers for a fanfic I'm writing, but I'm assuming no ones gonna read it all anyway, so heres the chapter that was making me 😤🥺

He breathed in again, hands in his back pockets as his looked at the blue of the morning sky.

He felt a sudden worry that took over him, he looked around for anything that could be a danger to him. There was nothing but his porch and his house. He then looked out into the field, he eyed his fathers old barn and felt a twinge of guilt again. He chose not to think of it and carried on looking for signs of trouble.

Then he heard it. His name echoed through the barriers of trees. His heart quickened, squinting his eyes he saw something moving. It was fast, and coming straight towards him.

He backed up towards his door, reaching back to the handle in reassurance.

As it got closer he saw what it was.

Hanzo.

At first he relaced as he realized he was in no danger, but then he remembered that there would be no reason for him to be running this fast to his home. He started to worry for Hanzos safety and if there was anything following him.

It took him a second to realise, Hanzo was glowing a quiet blue. Sparks flying at every step.

"Hanzo!?" He called to him, confused and concerned.

"Jesse!" His voice was sore, he sounded exhausted and terrified.

Hanzo finally came to a stop, about 20 meters away. He bent over panting, the glow never faltering.

"Han what's going on!? Are you okay?? Is there someone chasing you?" Jesse raced forward to help him but he was stopped still by Hanzos flat hand.

"Stop. Dont come near me" He panted, voice breaking that made Jesse heart crack.

His right up lifted arm was glowing brighter that the rest of him, Jesse realized that he couldnt move. He didnt care if it was from shock or soemthing greater, he just knew he wasnt gonna let that stop him from trying to help.

As Hanzo looked back up, he noticed one more thing. Dark red blood was covering his clothes. It dripped from his face and hands, his hair hardened to his cheeks.

"Hanzo please" He pleaded under his breath, sqeaking like a hurt dog.

"Dont come any closer!" He sobbed, his voice dry from crying and screaming.

"I want to help you! Is that not why you came here!?" Jesse tried to push forward.

Hanzo stood up straighter, still hunched over slightly. His arms still raised infront of him as a barricade.

"No."

"Then why!?" Jesse raised his arms out in anger, pushing his head forward with might.

"I...I needed to see you" More tears streamed down and mixed with the red blood.

"Then let me help you!"

Hanzo let his arms fall "no" He tried under his breath, tired and scared, needing Jesse more than ever. He bent down hopelessly and covered his face with his hands, weeping quietly.

Jesse could move again and in doing so he flew towards his best friend. He knelt infront of him to aid him, hands going up to Hanzos wrists.

"Han please, I need to help you. You're all I got. Please tell me what's wrong."

He just grieved harder into his hands, bending down even more.

"Hey hey hey, no no, stay with me. You gotta calm down ok? Just breathe with me ok? Han? Breathe." He placed his hands lightly on Hanzos shoulders, feeling for their rise and fall.

Jesse started to breathe loudly, slowly, in through his nose and out of his mouth, trying his best to listen for Hanzos breathing.

Eventually he felt his chest rise and fall more prominently, a good start.

He scooted over like he had done the night before and gripped his shoulders securely. "Everythings gonna be alright, ya hear? Were gonna work this out and and were gonna be fine, just take it slow." The sun was beginning to rise.

Hanzo reached over and grabbed at Jesse, clinging on to his shirt. It may be stained from blood but he didnt care, he had loads of them to spare.

"Han? Are we calm?"

"I..don't want to hurt you" Hanzo went to release his hands but Jesse reached for them with his free arm and kept them in place.

"You're not gonna hurt me Han, you could never hurt me." He leaned over a kissed his temple, staying for a a while to help ground him.

"Please, I'm unstable, I could do anything, I dont want to lose you too" He breathing started to quicken again so Jesse just gripped his shoulder harder.

"If you were gonna hurt me, you already would have"

There was a prolonged reticence. The sun was half way over the horizon, golden rays stating to flow onto the fields.

The pair were still in the shade but not for long.

He started to stand up and Jesse followed, hands going back to his shoulders.

Hanzo lifted his hands infront of him, his back still hunched in shame.

Blood still dripped from his palms, all he could do was stare down at them.

"I did something awful..." He whimpered, bending in on himself more.

Jesse looked hin up and down. He had never seen him this distraught. He realised how much blood there actually was and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Hanzo. Who's blood is this."

Hanzo wailed as a sun hit them both, their skin turning golden in the mornings light.

Birds started to chirp again and the breeze came back. Nothing but the songs of blackbirds and the rustle of leaves made any commotion.

Hanzos cries bounced from tree to tree, birds flew in fear out into the sky.

Hanzo eventually ceased crying again, his hands shaking and reaching for his partner.

"They made me do it. They forced me to. I had no choice" Jesse held onto his quivering hands and held them still.

"You are still you, you are Hanzo Shimada, you would never hurt anyone. You are so brave and strong, you're clever and you've never let anything get to you before. Who got hurt?" All Jesse knew is that Hanzo had hurt someone badly, he assumed all the blood that drenched him was not his own. He knew him well enough to never hurt someone he loved on purpose, but he wasnt sure how anyone could hurt someone that much without wanting to.

Then he remembered what they had talked about. They both became emphatically silent as realisation took ran down Jesse's spine.

"Gen-" He saw how his words made Hanzo cringe and stopped in his tracks. "Is he..ok.." he knew he wasnt by the state of him, but it needed to be asked.

Hanzo shook his head timidly, his lips pulled back in remorse.

"Damn" Jesse turned his head at looked at the sun, it had fully risen above the horizon, now looking down over the land.

"What's going to happen now?"

Hanzo looked up, his eyes were no longer sparkling. They were empty, just a greyish blue staring back. His scleras reddened with heartache. Tear stains clinged under his sunken in eyes. Blood splatters dried around his cheeks.

"We're going to leave this morning. I wanted to see you before I left. They made me... do it in the dead of night to avoid trouble. I'm going to miss you so much" He choked out his words in pain, leaning his head forward.

Jesse met him halfway and leaned his forehead against his.

"Fuck." He sneered. "Will you be back?"

Hanzo closed his eyes. "No, it's not likely."

Jesse closed his eyes with him, his face scrunching to stop tears from falling. "Hanzo I want you to know this. No matter what you do, or who you hurt, I'm still gonna like you just like I always have. Theres nothing you could do that could possibly deter me. You are my closest friend, my only friend. You gave me happiness when I really lacked it, and I thank you so much for it. I really appreciate you. So please, for me, stay strong. Be the Hanzo I know you are, and will always be in my eyes. Its gonna take a long time for you to forgive yourself for this, this is no small crime. Although you may have the blood of your kin on your hands, you must not let this kill you too. I've seen grief. I've seen what it does to people. I don't want that to happen to you, not on my watch." His voice started to crack, as tears slowly began falling. Hanzo began to cry with him, his mouth pulled back to show his teeth. They didnt realise but their fingers had intertwined while he had talked.

"You will get your justice. It may of been your hands that hurt him, but it was not you who made the decision. Please remember that. You're gonna hate yourself so much, and that's okay, you're gonna cry and scream for a very long time, and that's okay. You're allowed to miss him. But its your job to honour him. Remember him, celebrate him, dont let his memory go."

"Do you think well see each other again?" Hanzo pressed his forehead deeper into him, wanting to be as close as possible.

"For definite. We are soulmates after all. I don't know where, I dont know when, but I know well meet again, some sunny day" Jesse smiled, his eyes still scrunched from crying.

Hanzo coughed a laugh "Did you just quote a really old song??" They both started to cry again, from both sadness and happiness.

They both quietend up, both opening their eyes slowly.

"I'm gonna miss you" Jesse glowered.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

They sat in silence, holding hands, listening to each others breath. The morning birds sang for them, the sun giving an auspicious golden glow to their surroundings, the light breeze falling through them for the very last time.

"Hanzo?" He perked up, their eyes closed once again.

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

[wolferals]

WAKE UP CALL**

again a collaboration with my wonderful friend @bbaronpiper ❤️❤️

Both of us wrote half of the story, i hope you like it. And definitely check out her writings!🌸

arón piper imagine

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steffi/@bbaronpiper:

7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn't have a problem with it at first because you swore you'll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.

"Morning, Baby" His voice was low and husky. ​

You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. "Slept well?"

"Si" He said while rubbing his eyes. "Partying after spending whole day on set isn't easy"

You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. "Do you have something to say Y/N?"

You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest "Don't you think you've been partying a lot lately?"

"Mmm dont think so.." he shrugged still not looking at you.

"You're barely home" you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.

"What do you mean Y/N? I'm always home" he then looked at you.

You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you've been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.

"Come here" he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. "Te quiero." He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. "Don't ever think otherwise. Even just for one second" stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.

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You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare at yourself in the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

2:40 am and he's still not home. Why are you not surprised?

It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should've seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn't reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.

"Bet you couldn't last a day without fucking me" you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.

"Is that a challenge?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Nahh, just stating facts" you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you're pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.

"Bebe" you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.

"Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!" his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.

Oh this was gonna be hard. "So, you're saying, you wouldn't touch me even if I am naked?" he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft "damn" coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.

Nada. No emotions.

You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.

"I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend's ignoring me.... Oh well" you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.

"Yo.. you're b-blocking the view,Y/N" he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he's about to give in.

You scoffed at him "Oh it's on!" you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like "Ohhh baby..." "Si, Arooonnn, si!" you're so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn't refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. "Let me ride you baby"

You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. "You drive me crazy"

sara/me:

He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.

Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.

„Open up."

You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.

„Mhm just like that." he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.

„Take it." he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.

There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.

„Dont want you to gag, u know that." he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.

„Ah fuck." he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?" he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.

„Mh good girl." he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.

„On your stomach babygirl." he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.

He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.

Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.

„Open your legs for papi." he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.

You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.

„Yes good." you heard his deep voice behind you.

Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?" he asked.

„Yes papi." you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you're always so tight." he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.

Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.

Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.

He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.

„Babe." he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.

He he never done that before.

And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.

But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.

Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.

„Im coming baby." he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.

Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.

„Yes baby come on." he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes." he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.

It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.

Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.

„Ah fuck." he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.

You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:"On your back."

You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.

„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back."

By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.

You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.

It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.

„Did you touch yourself baby?"

You shook your head truthfully and spoke:"No I didnt."

-„Promise?" he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.

„I promise daddy."

He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.

„Good girl."

He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.

This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you're his baby a second later.

Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.

„Arón." you moaned out, seeking pleasure.

He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.

„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?" he played.

„Arón please." you exclaimed and looked down at him.

He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.

„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow."

[voidselfshipp]

Arcane

Chapter 2

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Jerico sighed,forehead against the desk , hair fell messily on her face, she took a deep breath and leaned on the Chairs backrest letting out the air in a long exhale.

Someone patted her arm, and handed her a Cup of tea.

She looked up to meet with adlers eyes who hid behind his sunglasses.

--oh thanks...im halfway done...

He took a Seat besides her-- thats great...but didnt you had a friend with you?

She nodded--she went to sleep like an hour ago...

The Man looked at his watch and his face contorned in surprise, it was incredibly late .

He let her work a bit more until she finished her drink, his eyes took a quick look at the bed in the corner of the room right Next to the door, and stood up --Come on,time to rest--he offered his hand, and jeris eyes looked at it then at him with one eyebrow raised.

--I think ill pass--she cant finish her sentence because a yawn appears simingly out of no-where.

--pass out is what youll do

Still not budging he sighed and picked her up throwing her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.

The woman hit his back with weak fists, possibly because of the exhaustation.

He Turned off the lights and put her on the bed,hearing her getting comfortable and facing the wall.

--Youll go now?--she asked ready to jump out of bed to Keep working as soon as he was gone.

--Im not dumb, miss von terra, I know what youre trying to do

She felt the matress dip and sighed knowing there was no way out, she could creep around the U.S very best if he was in another room, but now, with their backs against eachother there was no chance she could pull that off.

Or maybe there was and she didnt.

They both covered by blankets said an awkward good night, Trying to contain the smile appearing on their faces.

Adler seemed to be naturally warm, wich made her scoot closer 'in her sleep'.

And dammnit, the american was going to Keep watch until she went to sleep, but the covers,the shared pillow, it all smelled like chamomile and coco, and he couldnt help himself,falling into a deep slumber alongside his companion.

Its around seven in the morning when he wakes up, he feels a warm hand softly shake him by the shoulder.

--Hey adler wake up

He protested and tried to turn away,he heard the voice,now clear enough to notice it was a womans, call him again.

Her hand grabbed his and gave it a light squeeze wich got him wide awake and sitting on the bed in a split second.

--There you are, good morning

--ah...goodmorning jerico...

Jer smiles handing him a good morning coffee--your teams looking for you

He nodded still half asleep,the light in the room blinding him, while he drinks his coffee, jerico fiddled with her own thumbs like a kid would.

He licked his lip and decided to sit besides her, he felt her head rest against his shoulder.

--Still tired?--She nodded yawning--you should get some rest, youre not gonna be able to work if youre tired

She chuckled and their gazes met--funny youd say that

--why?

--dad used to say the same thing--she said it with a melancholic tone, lookig away--when was the last time I called him?..--she shook her head-- nevermind... I should get back to work

Shes about to stand up,but he grabs her hand yanking her back on the bed.

--You should sleep first

--I dont want to sleep...zuwvozah-- she said looking away-- lom veh nom orihom hiril gir...(besides its not the same without you)

--what was that?

--Nothing...forget it

Their eyes meet for a moment and its all he needs to know what to do.

He throws her on the bed turning off the switch and pulling her to his chest while taking her hand.

She doesnt seem to fight it as the world seemed softer now with her head on his chest.

Her fee hand tucked near his side while his free arm hug her waist pulling her closer to him.

She awkwardly looked away, while he covered them both to then take her hand again.

Neither said a Word,but he felt her smile against his chest.

Adler looked at jerico and sighed dreamily,as she softly fell asleep.

"How Long can I Keep this up?" He thought,his factions softening"shes so beautiful like that..."

If he could, hed spend all day with her like this, how he longed for a more simple life, and maybe with her by his side.

For now he decided to enjoy It, and closed his eyes,he could use some rest too.

They maybe get a couple of hours of sleep before they have to Keep working.

That didnt mean however that they wouldnt visit eachother with the silliest of excuses,be it coffee or because they want to know how the planning, or decripting, is going.

Alleysons face contorns in pain as he drinks his coffee, leaning against the wall while talking to both Romina and luana.

--its so painfully obvious that they have a crush on eachother...theyve been flirting non-stop for ten minutes

Rascal grabbed a brush and started to tie her girlfriends hair into a ponytail--They are oblivious and its painful to watch

Luana shrugged passing a hairband to Romina-- its funny though..--she munched on her snack while revising a list making sure they had everything they needed.

--Funny for Romina chuckled and kissed her girlfriends cheek,of course luana wasnt taking none of that and kissed her.

--Thanks babe

--Dont mention it

Alley coos--anyway im gonna finish this--he Walked over to jerico and asked her to talk with him.

He pulled her to one side and leaned on the wall--Its so painfully obvious you two like eachother....for the love of god jerico...just kiss him

Jers cheeks turn bright red, lookig away--hes just being friendly

--He told you you were pretty at least four times

--That doesnt mean he likes me

--You two slept togheter on the same bed

Shes about to say something but then nodds-- I like him a lot,but its just...how do I tell him?

Alleysons expression softens and takes her hand hugging her--hey Man just be yourself okay?

Jeri hugs him tightly and smiles nodding-- im still anxious as shit though

He nodds and puts an arm around her neck--Jealousy it is!

--You acting Straight? What are the odds of that working?

--We Will have to see,after all im a great actor

--with an even greater ego

--...shut up

Jerico was 100% convinced it was not going to work, between his shitty and cheesy pick up lines, to his horrible attempts to look somewhat Straight.

And since the afternoon she was locked in her Office working.

She heard a soft knock against her door--come in!

She instantly recognized those footsteps,and smiled as adlers hand pressed against her back--you got a moment?--he asked

"For you?I have all the time in the world"it was what she wanted to say, instead she nodded and stood up--Whats up?--The Man looked away--russel are you okay?

"To hell with it"he thought and he kissed her,everything seemed to collapse, before he felt her hands against his chest and her lips kissing him back.

He ended up with his back against the wall, his arms around her waist still kissing her.

When they break the kiss their foreheads press against eachother,only for their lips to connect again, neither wanting to let go.

But their hearts ached knowing that stuff would get even worse when everything was said and done.

[honeysuckle-writings]

PART TWO OF THE PG AMASAI FIC

Last part. I also post these on my A03 account. Let me know if you enjoy these and I can write more pregame stuff?

Gets a little raunchy oops.

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Saihara couldn't get their last interaction out of his mind. Too many things happened at once and honestly it was hard for him to process. Amami, his celebrity crush, had both protected him and spoken to him for the first time. He couldnt concentrate on any of his other classes because Amami's voice echoed in his head. His stomach turned with butterflies and he bit his lip. There was no doubt that anyone could see his flushed face from a mile away.

Saihara wanted to properly thank Amami. It's not often that anyone even considers his feelings or well being. Even Akamatsu would half ass try to calm Momota down. She normally had her own way of going about it.

Fantasies filled his head as Saihara imagined the dirtiest, out of the box things. Things he would never have the courage or motivation to even say outloud. He wouldnt dare let anyone know just how his thoughts could get. He was already seen as the nerdy fanboy who wouldn't shut up about Danganronpa. Adding on perverted in front of that was surely going to ruin any chance at regaining a reputation for him.

The bell rung signaling the other kids to make their way out to go home, but Saihara stayed back and made his way to the library. There weren't many kids that had to stay after that day so Saihara found an empty table and sat down. He just opted to dig out his composition book and began to write. This was notebook was where he would come up with different executions for the blackened or analysis of the trials. Also thrown in there were his secret writings about Amami; He was embarrassed to admit his "teenager in love" feelings. Often times he envisioned the two of them in a killing game together; Both of them being the survivors in the end.

The pen worked across the lined paper as he wrote out yet another version of them figuring out the mastermind of their game together. This was sure to make time fly by fast.

People came and went with little acknowledgement from him. Other students still took this time to use the computers, do homework, or check out books before the campus closed. It didn't feel like much time had passed before he heard the door of the library open again. This time he did glance up. A small framed boy with purple hair skulked in, looking in every direction with caution before he made his way into the shelves.

Kokichi Ouma. Saihara knew the kid got bullied even more than he did, which he didn't think was possible. Ouma was always seen with some sort or bandage or bruise for the day and he constantly seemed to be on edge as he pushed through the day. It was almost like prey tiptoeing through dangerous turf.

Saihara had tried to talk and befriend him on many occasions but Ouma stayed closed off. He offered conversation but anyone could tell he was uncomfortable and would push hard to keep it up. So Saihara decided to leave him alone most of the time. Plus, Ouma didn't seem at all interested in Danganronpa so Saihara would always direct the conversation there eventually and almost ruin anything he had.

Right after Ouma towered Amami. He followed Ouma towards the back shelves as he took small glances around, almost as if he was protecting Ouma as they went.

Saihara's breath hitched as he watched the two of them disappear. What could they be doing? Were they friends? More than friends? Why would Amami watch over him? So many questions filled his mind as his hands began to tremble a bit. He wanted to get up and go eavesdrop. Yes it was wrong, but he was curious. It couldn't hurt to investigate and put his mind at ease.

He closed his notebook and shoved it back into his bag. As long as he didn't leave the library, whoever was monitoring the "delinquents" of the day wouldn't say anything. He scooted his chair back quietly and quickly made his way to the back.

He weaved through, his back against the books as he looked down each aisle cautiously for any glimpse of them until at last he saw them. They stood fairly close, Ouma looking up at Amami and clutching the strap of his messenger bag. Amami stood over him, his hands in his pocket casually as he listened to Ouma whispering to him.

Saihara wished he could get closer, but he stayed hidden around the corner at the end of the aisle. Ouma was just quiet enough where all he got were broken sentences or words that he couldn't put into a cohesive statement. Saihara peeked around the corner once more to watch. Amami suddenly jerked his head toward the direction of him and Saihara jerked back and prayed that he wasn't seen.

'Fuck fuck fuck...' He thought to himself. It was time to prepare for Amami to come and find him, but he didn't. Saihara gave it a little bit and relaxed his breathing before he carefully peered once more. They hadn't moved. Oh thank god.

Ouma looked down and nodded and Amami reached out to touch his arm. Saihara knew Amami couldn't be as harsh as he was before, there really was some caring nature in him. It made his heart leap.

Amami let his hand fall from Ouma and Ouma turned to leave towards the front. This time Amami didn't follow, but instead crossed his arms and watched him leave.

Saihara turned his head away, hoping to not be seen if Amami looked around again before leaving behind Ouma. When he peeked again, he was right. Amami was no where to be seen. He must have been satisfied and tailed Ouma. Saihara took a deep breath. Part of him was actually sad that Amami had left. Today had been the closest he had ever been to Amami and it was thrilling.

Content with his investigation, Saihara turned to go back to his table but was stopped abruptly by someones chest. Saihara's breath hitched as he was faced with that familiar brown cardigan and red striped tie. This was it. He was done for.

His eyes slowly raised until he could see under the lip of his hat, Amami staring darkly down at him. Saihara froze in place. Fuck.

"Uhm. Uh. I'm so- oof!" Saihara started to apologize but was cut off as he was shoved against the shelf.

"What the hell were you doing spying on us?" Amami leaned his arm on the shelf next to Saihara's head, his other hand in Saihara's shoulder holding him in place.

"I w-wasn't spyin-"

"Don't fucking lie to me. You were eavesdropping on us. I saw you the entire time."

Did he really? Saihara thought he was actually doing a great job staying hidden.

"I just-just wanted to uhm." Saihara could not for the life of him come up with any excuse. He was so mad at himself for finding his predicament low key arousing. Amami was attractive and he was so close that Saihara could swear he felt Amami's hot breath on him.

"I swear if you are trying to get to Ouma." Amami almost growled.

"No!" Saihara interrupted, a little too loudly, causing Amami to sneer and dart his eyes side to side to make sure no one else was near them. Saihara threw his hands up in defense, his legs closing together and trembling. "I sw-swear! I just want-ted to see you." There was no use in hiding it. Anything else he could have come up with would have been worse and Saihara already was not a good liar.

"What?" Amami didn't seem like he believed him as he continued to stay, unmoving.

"I just...I saw y-you and I, I wanted to look at you more." He was not making any sense. Time for the flood gates to open and let himself ramble on. "I cant take my-my eyes off you and I'm s-sorry I just followed to look at y-you more. I have a big crush on-on you and any time I g-get to actually see you I want to g-get closer."

Amami's face was unchanging but his eyes glanced down at Saihara's frame and body language. "You're enjoying this aren't you."

That shut Saihara up immediately. "I'm s-sorry?"

"You're enjoying this." Amami stated once again before taking a step closer, his body now touched Saihara's.

Saihara could not read Amami's face, even with it being so close to his. He wanted to lean up and kiss him so badly. Amami's lips were right there and it wouldn't take much.

"You're getting off on me even being this close to you."

"Yes." Saihara's response came out quickly and very breathy. He became very aware of the body that was touching his and he longed for it to be flushed against his. Saihara spread his legs without a second thought.

Amami scoffed at the response he was given and looked down. Contrasting his statements, Amami pressed his thigh between Saihara's legs and felt just how hard he had gotten.

Saihara's eyed widened and he moved his hips to grind down on Amami's thigh involuntarily. A small squeak escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered, but he worked to keep them open.

"Fucking knew it." Amami's eyes pierced through Saihara's as he pushed his thigh up more.

Saihara reached out and grabbed Amami's cardigan tightly in an attempt to get even closer. His breathing picked up as he continued his movement of rubbing himself on Amami's thigh.

This was better than he had imagined in his dreams. He felt drool pooling into his mouth as he lost himself in the smell and touch of Amami. He had completely forgotten that they were in public and just hidden away enough to not be caught.

The hand Amami had been holding Saihara down with moved up against the shelf, trapping Saihara between both his arms.

Saihara didn't mind, not that he would go anywhere. His movements switched between pressing down hard and going slow to desperately rubbing himself. Saihara's face was so red and his abdomen began to tighten. There was no way he was going to make it much longer.

Saihara wrapped his arm's around Amami's neck to completely flush them together. He whimpered and tried to keep his moans quiet as his hips staggered in their movement. Saihara buried his face into the crook of Amami's neck in an attempt to keep himself quiet, his hat slipping back and falling on to the ground.

He could hear that Amami's breath had changed as well and for a bit, Saihara thought he may actually be enjoying this as well.

That thought was all he needed to start pushing him over the edge. Saihara felt the drool dip down from his mouth and on to Amami's shirt. The tightness in his abdomen turned into heat as the movements of his hips became more erratic.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Saihara squeezed his thighs around Amami's and held on tight as felt himself climax. He bit his lip hard to keep from making any noise as he twitched and rode out the orgasm.

It felt like they stayed like that for minutes, but it was only couple of seconds.

Amami moved his leg out from between Saihara's and was met with a whimper from the latter. Amami straightened himself up and looked down at him.

When Saihara finally got the courage to look up, Amami's eyes weren't nearly as dark as they were before.

Neither of them spoke as they looked at each other. Saihara attempted to catch his breath but he was in such a daze it was hard to concentrate.

Amami leaned down and picked up the forgotten hat on the ground before placing it haphazardly on Saihara's head.

Saihara reached up and fixed it properly.

"Uhm. Th-thank you." Saihara broke the silence.

"For?" Amami questioned as he straightened himself up.

"That. Uhm. My hat? And-d doing that. You- why did y-you do that wi-with me?"

"Your time is almost up now right?"

Time? He forgot he was supposed to basically be in detention at the moment.

"Oh." He looked over at a clock that hung on the wall above a close by shelf. It really was almost time now, but how did Amami know? "Ye-yeah."

"Alright. You're welcome." Amami walked past him and began to leave.

"Wait!" He called out, Amami stopped, and then Saihara caught himself and whispered. "Wait. P-please. I don't understand."

Amami just shrugged. Saihara started to think even he didn't know why he did that. He started to walk out again and this time Saihara did not stop him. Amami was now more confusing than ever before, but Saihara couldn't help but smile to himself at having that moment with Amami.

He was never going to forget it, but now it was time to get home and get cleaned up. Saihara wondered if anything would change between them now.

[neokollection]

Kissing Out of Jealousy

NCT U + Yuta

‘Can I request a NCT U kissing you out of jealousy?’

A/N: I’m sure there’s already a reaction of this, but I’m here to add another :^) This is assuming you’re dating for some members, but for some you’re not dating, they like you- THIS IS LONG BTW!! [Kinda more like a mini drabble per each member]

** Language, some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ** ik some ppl don't find jealousy cute so don't read if you not into that..

Taeil:

Taeil wasn’t the type to get jealous easily or behave pettily- Rather, he was just protective at times and would feel he’d have to interject to save you from situations... Whether you were feeling uncomfortable or not- Yet a part of your boyfriend also felt slightly neglected, a faithful dog waiting on the other side of the fence with it’s tail wagging at the sight of it’s owner, even though it’s owner was petting the neighbor’s cat.

He called out your name in the hopes of getting your attention as he watched you and Ten staring at your screens before nudging each other continuously with a laugh to show the other a recent entertaining Tweet. He was all for you bonding with the other boys, but he’d missed you this week and throughout the day constantly stuck by your side. Placing the bowl of steaming popcorn upon the coffee table, he took his seat beside you on the couch, hand patting around for the remote he’d dropped there moments before.

“OMG- You have to show that to Mark,” Ten gasped, covering his mouth to conceal his wicked grin as he looked at the meme you’d stumbled upon of Mark’s shorts.

“Let me see,” Taeil added, not wanting to miss out and curious as to what was so funny.

He leant in, eyes flickering to Ten as he watched the younger lean back into the couch, thumbs moving rapidly upon his screen. Taeil listened amusedly as he heard your small chuckle in his ear, a smile gracing his lips as he saw your screen before drawing back partially.

“You’re amused so easily,” he chuckled, nose nearly brushing your own as he leant nearer, a hand shooting to your waist to tickle you gently.

“Says you,” you squirmed with a bright smile.

Finally, his forehead rest upon your own, his antics stilling as he closed the gap between the two of you for a quick kiss. Embarrassed about kissing so openly with Ten by your side, you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks as you pulled away shyly. You could have sworn Taeil’s gaze jumped from your lips to your eyes to Ten before he closed the gap once more- You let out a muffled chuckle against his lips as your hands went to the front of his shirt to slow him down and steady yourself.

“Ew- God- Could you not?” Ten whined in disapproval, scooting away.

You could feel Taeil’s smile against your lips before he drew back, eyes as lively as ever.

Smothering you and being that cute couple to show off and make others wanna gag, but not let you think it’s a jealousy thing-

Taeyong:

Easily, one of the most jealous man you’d ever dated. He had his share of insecurities that make him question whether he’s worthy of love and attention, and an anxiety about losing the person he cherishes the most... So, seeing your interactions with your old classmates made him feel even more insecure in the moment. He’d had a stressful and busy week and hadn’t gotten to see you much, merely late calls that usually didn’t last long because he’d coax you to go to sleep early since you’re busy as well. Meeting a few of your old high school classmates, totally coincidentally at Gong Cha was all it took for him to have a small internal freak out. He already didn’t like that they were guys, even more so that they’d known you longer than he had technically... He felt excluded- He always wanted to be a part of every part of your life and have you in every part of his- To him your soulmates and he didn’t like feeling as though someone had a leg up on him in regards to you.

“You look great! Wow- It’s been a minute, but wow-” one of your old classmates gushed, stunned by how you’d matured and glowed up through the years spent apart.

You gave a small chuckle in return, “I’m surprised you recognized me-”

“I mean how could I forget (Y/n)?” he joked, gesturing towards you, followed by a few hums of the other classmates beside him.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that- You didn’t think of yourself as too memorable of a person during high school. You’re boyfriend disliked it even more, a scowl etched into his features- He didn’t like not being in the know or what exactly the man meant.

“Well, it’s a small world I guess,” you wrapped up awkwardly, “It was nice to see you,” you added, able to feel Taeyong’s calculating gaze.

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of your tea, inviting Taeyong to ask whatever he was going to ask.

“Were you popular in high school?”

“No,” you huffed, “Not really anyway- I’ve already told you about my high school- I wasn’t even friends with those guys... I can’t believe he recognized me.”

‘You’re just too pretty to be forgettable’ was what Taeyong had been thinking, but decided to keep it in. He could still feel their fleeting gazes glancing towards you as they sat down in laughter- He didn’t like that... What were they talking about? You? Were they laughing about you? Who knew what prude remarks they were making.

“I’d have dated her back in junior year if I knew she was gonna turn out like this-”

Feeling jealous, protective, and anxious he stood, causing you to look up at him, “Where are you going..?”

“Bathroom,” he informed before bending down, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he sealed your lips together in a sweet kiss- Lips tasting of caramel.

Your lips followed his own as he drew back, swiping his thumb endearingly across your cheek before giving it a gentle pinch. You pulled your face from his grasp at the action, playfully pouting at your cup of tea as he left the table.

“I know right-”

The voices got louder as he approached.

“Could you keep your voices down?” he asked, yet it wasn’t really a question- His tone and gaze icy and curt before he brushed past their table to the restroom.

Yuta:

Tossing in jealous Yuta because that’s hot-

You didn’t have to be dating Nakamoto Yuta for him to feel as strongly as he did. He felt like you were already his, his sweet, his dear, his precious- And he wasn’t going to let the world or anyone else take that away from him. You loved him as a friend- The two of you had crossed the boundary of friendship a few times with late night kisses and drunken texts- But there was something about his possessive nature that made you hesitant to progress any further with him. Just being his friend you felt like a prisoner-

“I have to drop by my brothers’ dorm to give him back his battery pack-” you began, halting as you remembered.

“I’ll go with you,” Yuta chimed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as his other hand pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie harshly, causing it to close around your face.

You stumbled into him mid-step as he did so, whining dramatically as your hands attempted to shove him aside.

“My brother doesn’t like you,” you interjected, pulling the hood free from your mess of hair as Yuta released you.

With a shrug he focused his attention on taming your hair, the action causing your face to heat.

“You shouldn’t go into the boys dorm alone,” he reprimanded, motherly as ever.

Jaehyun. Your brother’s roommate and soccer teammate of Yuta- was coming down the very path you were on the quad.

“Jaehyun!” you called out suddenly, happy to find a delivery man.

His eyes darted from his phone to you, his brows knitting together seconds later-

“Hey,” he began, slowly letting his gaze drift between the two of you before to your hoodie.

“Uh... Is that your hoodie?”

“I stole it from my brother- Don’t tell,” you chuckled.

Letting out a soft chuckle of amusement, Jaehyun shook his head, “That’s not your brother’s- That’s mine. I’d been looking for it all week-”

“Oh my God!” you gasped, dropping the tote bag from your shoulder, “I’m so sorry! I- It was on his side of the room... So I thought-”

“It’s fine,” he interjected, “It looks good on you-”

Yuta’s gaze narrowed at that remark and before he even had a moment to stop you, you were peeling off the hoodie and offering it to an astonished Jaehyun. You saw no issue with it, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath.

“I’m so so sorry! Also...” you began, picking up your bag, “Could you give this to my brother?”

“Sure-” Jaehyun nodded, scratching the nape of his neck as you pushed the goods into his hands before whipping around and grabbing the side of Yuta’s plaid jacket to bring him in tow with you-

“O my God... That was so embarrassing-” you rambled, feeling your face hot in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Yuta’s feet stopped moving, causing you to stop. He removed his phone from the pocket of his jacket before slipping it into his jeans, removing his coat.

“What are you doing?” you asked dumbly before catching on, “N-No, I’m not cold or anything-”

Silently, he draped it over your shoulders before his hands slid to the open front of it, grasping it before pulling you closer by the collar. His lips melded with your own, needy and passionate, jealousy brewing in his heart at even a simple encounter. His hands slid down to the zipper, zipping it quickly as he pulled away, your arms constricted, a smug expression on his face before he began walking again.

“H-Hey! GET THIS off me!” empty sleeves flopping by your sides as you hobbled after him.

The type to give you a little taste of his cold shoulder and reprimanding you for being careless [about making him jealous basically].

Kun:

Respectful and mature bub who wouldn’t do anything unless the two of you were dating, and for a while.

He couldn’t understand why Xioajun was so clingy towards you- I mean... He understood it in a sense since he was also in a way- But it was different. You were taken- Xiaojun should have taken a hint from him by now. Kun was constantly swooping in to interrupt the too of you, the hint of a small grin gracing his features each time to hide his unkindly thoughts towards the younger.

“Does Xiaojun bother you?” he questioned, watching as you pulled on your socks from the doorway of your bedroom, his shoulder resting against the frame.

“No?”

Cocking your head to the side, you couldn’t understand what Kun was hinting at or why he was asking.

“He’s always around you...”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We’re friends.”

You stood, ready to pass by your boyfriend and slip on your shoes by the doorway, yet he didn’t budge.

“Well...” he began, “I don’t want to sound ...clingy, but I don’t like it-”

“There’s nothing to worr-”

You were mid-roll of your eyes, when he cut you off, his warm hand enveloping around your own, “You’re mine, right?”

There was a hint of something swimming in his chocolate gaze, as if a saddened part of him needed reassurance.

“O-Of course,” you admitted, blushing to yourself from feeling caught off guard.

“Then I have a right to be like this,” he added, voice softer.

You open and shut your mouth dumbly, not sure what to say in response. Yes? He to a degree had a right to feel jealous- But... There was really no reason to be jealous over Xiaojun- Tugging your hand forward gently, he drew you to meet his lips, lilting his neck down. His kiss was delicate, lips plush and substantial, but movements gentle and loving. Your knees felt weak, as if it was your first kiss again.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nearly whispered as he drew back, “I’ll try to be mindful,” you added, referring to distancing yourself a bit so Kun wouldn’t get the wrong impression again.

“We’re going to be late...”

Doyoung:

You drew back to take a breath before your lips were smothered again, his nostrils flaring in anger and also the need for oxygen. You whined gently against his lips, attempting to pull back once more. You panted, out of breath before placing a hand on Doyoung’s chest to keep him at bay.

He leant back over the center console, resting his head back against the padded seat. Finished clicking in your seat belt you looked at him.

“When you dress like that,” he began, nodding forward, “guys get the wrong idea.”

“N-”

“Like thinking you’re single and something for them to ogle at,” he added, cutting you off, “You have no idea what kind of sleaze bags were looking at you and what they were thinking-”

His fox-like eyes flickered back to you, taking a moment to glance at the obvious cleavage you’d put on display.

“I dressed up for you- I just… I wanted to feel sexy and make you-”

“Make me what? Upset?”

“No! Proud to be with me- To be attractive to you…”

Raking a hand through his hair he let his gaze fall upon your own.

“Don’t you get it?” he began, jabbing the keys into the ignition, “You’re always attractive to me- I always want you- I’m always proud of you- But I want to be the only one to see.. You don’t deserve them looking at you like that and it makes me sick,” he trailed off, quickly casting his gaze forward as he pulled away from the curb.

You felt a tingle jolt along your spine at his words.

Ten:

He’d been giving you a snarky attitude all day; curt remarks and dismissive glances. Sighing for the final time as he pretended to ignore you, you let your tongue poke at your cheek in annoyance.

“Look at me,” you probed.

His fingers halted before smashing the pause button on his game, tossing the controller aside him on the sofa as he let out his own sigh, his gaze continuing to be fixed upon the TV screen.

“Why are you being like this?”

You hated how beautiful his profile was, the slope of his sharp nose and outline of his soft lips.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?” you added, raising your tone.

“If you want someone to talk to why don’t you ask Taeyong?” he quipped, voice laced with venom.

Huffing in exasperation, you let your hands fall to your hips.

“Are you serious?”

Finally… he turned his dark gaze towards you.

“Yeah,” he nearly shrugged, attitude as petty as ever.

“You’re such a child!” you shouted, unable to control your emotions as you stormed away, frustrated and wanting to cry.

He paused for a moment before standing.

“I’m childish?” he asked, tone brazen and perplexed.

You stopped, turning on your heel-

“Then what?” he questioned, “Is Taeyong the man?”

Before you could spit out a reply he grabbed onto your elbow.

“I’m the only man you should see,” he barked.

“You are my only man…” you murmured, hurt he thought otherwise.

Cupping your face, he pulled you into him, lips messily finding one other before passionately embracing.

Omg I hate this one…

Jaehyun:

Far enough. Was what Jaehyun had been thinking.

His jaw was set, his lips pursing each time his eyes narrowed slightly, causing one of his dimples to gently show.

Sure, it was Taeyong’s birthday, but that didn’t mean he had the right to flirt with you-

“Is that right?” you giggled, after listening to one of Taeyong’s stories.

Your fork idly toyed with the pasta in your dish as you gave Taeyong your attention. The rest of the lunch table seemed chatty, side for Jaehyun whom pouted by your side. His silence was slowly steeling your attention away from Taeyong as you began to worry.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” you interjected, glancing towards the bathroom.

Your plan was simple, take a break from Taeyong by using the restroom before retuning and turning to Jae to give your attention and ask what was up. As you stood Johnny began speaking to Taeyong, allowing you the perfect cover to escape. As you did, someone snagged you by your belt loop. Your forlorn boyfriend looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t place.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you whispered, your brows furrowing in concern at his oddness.

He released you, standing himself to follow you.

“Why are you being so weird?” you inquired, rounding a corner with him.

“I’m jealous,” he admitted.

“Wh- How? What’s there to be jealous about?” you stumbled.

Instead of answering or explaining, he cornered you against the wall once the two of you were hidden from sight in the hall of the bathroom.

“Babe,” you began, your voice lowering.

Being under his gaze in such close quarters you felt trapped, trying to think of what he’d want to hear to be reassured. You bit your lip in thought. Warm lips clashed with your own, not too aggressive, nor gently. The breath that had gotten caught in your throat came out as a sigh against his lips as his hands slid from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your hips.

“We can’t do this here,” you nearly whispered, your lips brushing his own in temptation.

Ignoring you, his hasty lips met yours again, causing you to let out a small moan of protest.

“Oh- God-” Ten sputtered, shielding his eyes from the entrance of the hallway as he saw the two of you.

Your fist came in contact with Jae’s pec as he broke away from you.

...When you came back to the table you could feel everyone’s gaze upon the two of you, lowering your gaze in embarrassment as Jaehyun wore a smug grin.

Win:

Cold shoulders were never fun, especially when dealing with your best friend Sicheng. He sat several rows in front of you in the lecture hall instead of beside you, scrolling through his phone and clearly avoiding your texts. You bit your pen cap in annoyance as you stared at the back of his head.

“Maybe they broke up-”

It was a hushed whisper, but you were able to here it.

“Just go talk to her-”

Evidently Sicheng heard it too, his thumb having stopped scrolling and his ears perked.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, taking the seat beside you.

“H-Hi,” you fumbled, baffled as to why Mark Lee was sitting next to you.

“This seat’s not taken, is it?”

“No,” you enunciated, making sure it was clearly loud enough for Sicheng to hear in an attempt to be petty.

“Cool- Well, uh, there’s this party at Alpha Delta Si later,” he began, “If you wanted to go, you could be my plus one- Honestly, we’ve had this class together all semester and I thought you were cute-”

You were flattered by his invitation, but frat parties weren’t really your scene.

Glancing over his shoulder at the encounter, Sicheng was caught by your gaze.

“Oh- Uh, I’ll have to think about it, parties like that aren’t really my thing-” you declined politely.

“O-Oh,” Mark nodded, retracting to his seat in thought as the professor entered.

The entire lesson you and Sicheng fumed with thoughts of each other, unable to concentrate. The lesson seemed to end in record time, not that you were paying attention.

“So, um, if parties aren’t your thing we could do something like uh... get ice cream, or-”

Once you’d stood to stuff your belongings in your bag, Mark was back at it again. However, your sleeve was yanked by the ever so thoughtful Sicheng, pulling you from the row and tugging you up the stairs of the lecture hall. You stumbled after him dumbly until he shoved the door open with such force you were scared for a moment.

“Stop-” you shot, pulling from his grip.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem? I thought you-”

You could feel the gaze of several classmates in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. Behind you, Sicheng saw the door of the lecture hall swing open with none other than Mark and Jeno, his eyes narrowing as he caught Mark’s gaze. Swooping in, his hand clamped over your forearm to pull you to meet his lips, his blunt nails digging into your sweater. He was overwhelming, figure looming over your own, hasty lips pushing against your own, you felt lost in your shock.

Jungwoo:

“Let me up,” you huffed for what felt like the fifth time.

A hum of disapproval left the boy who’d constricted himself around you.

“Woo- I’ll be late for my shift...” you tried, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t go,” he murmured.

“I have to go- My supervisor will be mad if I’m late again...”

“Your supervisor,” he began, sitting up, his fluff of hair bouncing, unfit of his narrowing eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not-”

You struggled in his hold, but he draped a leg over your hips to bar your escape, hugging you closer.

“He’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed with an airy chuckle, “But that doesn’t matter, I need to keep my wage-”

Rolling on top of you, you let out a whine under his weight. Cutely, he blew the hair out of your face, not daring to remove his hands from wrapped around you for fear of you escaping. You giggled and writhed at his actions, shaking the hair from your face. He plopped a soft kiss upon your lips, smothering your own before drawing back momentarily.

“Don’t go.”

His lips didn’t give yours time to spit out a retort, softly melding with yours with passion. Had it been any other day or any other occasion, you would have skipped whatever event there was to stay with him, but you couldn’t miss today... Shaking your head to shake his lips off your own, he groaned against your lips, unrelenting. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of anguish against his lips, following it with a low whine. He bit your lip in retaliation gently, shifting on top of you as you squealed and wiggled beneath him.

“You’re being childish,” you gasped, nostrils flaring with the need for air.

Lucas:

“Baby-”

Yukhei’s deep voice reverberated through your being as his lips brushed your ear.

“Why are you watching that?”

In your defense, you hadn’t searched for it, rather it was in your suggestions and you just so happened to be curious by the amount of views it had. A Doyoung, Boss focus cam- Nor were you expecting your friend-with-benefits to be up so early... He usually slept well past ten.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you partially lied.

“Do you like him?”

“Uh,” you stalled, glancing over your bare shoulder, “It’s not like I know him-”

“I mean,” he corrected, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Your expression morphed into one of confusion at his most likely horny what-the-fuckery.  If you said yes would he set up a threesome?

“Yeah.”

A warm hand slid over your bare arm, trailing to your shoulder before moving to your throat. He didn’t like that answer- Though the two of you weren’t official, he had real feelings for you- Which is why he called you baby, and told you to stay the night when you’d start searching for your clothes the night before...

“What about me?” he groaned gently.

Dropping your phone aside, you rolled over to your side, your hand going to his wrist to stop the growing pressure he applied.

“Yeah, you’re sexy,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was immaturely jealous.

“Am I sexier?”

He drew you closer, his nose brushing against your own as he awaited your answer.

“I’m not sure,” you teased, withholding a giggled at how his eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle too, able to catch onto your teasing attitude.

“I must be since I’m the one with you and not him,” he muttered with a smile, rolling over on top.

His lips claimed your own in an arduously slow kiss, his hand fumbling to reach over and turn off your phone.

Mark:

Alone, in bed, on his phone- Mark’s evening was rather bland. He’d been on a call with you while you’d been getting ready to come over, content with just listening to your voice.

“Why do you take so long to get ready?” he questioned with a sigh, “Just come over already.”

“I have to look good,” you countered, “You said Johnny was home...”

And here it was, the recent reason for Mark’s despise of Johnny Suh, one of his closest friends.

“Bro- So what... You’re coming over to see me, not him-”

That was true-

“Yeah, but if I do see him-”

“Whatever, just hurry up,” Mark complained, his tone snappish as he hung up.

It was hard getting friend-zoned, let alone having the girl you like be into your best friend instead.

Fifteen minutes later you were checking your reflection on your phone before the door, collecting yourself before ringing the doorbell.

Answering it, Mark felt his heart clench- You looked ridiculously cute, glossy lips, curled lashes, slight wind-blown hair, and the oversized Puma hoodie you’ d bought last week to match your leggings. He wish you were getting all dolled up for him, causing a pang of jealousy to stab him.

“I’ll pay for delivery since you paid last time,” you remarked, stepping through the doorway to remove your shoes as your eyes searched for the giant of your affection.

Yet he was nowhere in sight... Making your way to Mark’s room with your bag, dropping it to his bed and plugging your phone into his charger. You heard the distinct sound of the refrigerator opening, bottles rattling- Perhaps it was Johnny. Turning on your heel, you planned upon seeing whom it was, but a Mark Lee was blocking your path, having just entered the threshold of his room.

“Lemme see,” you pried, your brows furrowing as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s Taeil,” he lied, knowing what you were after.

You still wanted to check for yourself, even give the senior a greeting.

“Uh, let me through,” you paused as Mark remained in his spot.

“Why’s it always go to be about him?”

“I- What do you-”

“You know what I mean,” he interjected, raising his voice, “All of a sudden everything’s about him-”

“That’s not true,” you tried, folding your arms defensively.

“Yes it is,” he retorted, taking a step toward you, his bad attitude and mood nearly radiating off his figure, “We can’t even hang out like we used to because you’re always preoccupied with him-”

“I can’t help that I like him!” you shot back.

It took only another step and Mark was in front of you, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his nose brushed yours for only a millisecond- You couldn’t contemplate what was taking place and before it registered, his lips were on your own, sticky lip gloss transferring.