#it was just sweet! a nice weekend to let loose but as my friend said

[famewolf]

the best part of getting to party with ppl my age was how well people knew their boundaries. the balance of being able to get absolutely zooted until the late hours while also all of us waking up before 8am to make breakfast and clean was genuinely comical

i woke up just before 8am thinking i'd be one of the first to rise but i was the 3rd to last

[rebeccccccaaa]

Too Sweet

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Spencer Reid x Reader

:: Practically at his beck and call, Spencer knows you’re too sweet for him. He knows he shouldn’t use you but he can’t stop himself when you’re also all too enthusiastic to fuck him ::

warnings :: smutttt, casual sex (kinda lol), oral (fem receiving), over stimulation, insomnia!spencer, spencer spitting facts (literally), reader is described to have hair length long enough to stick to your cheeks, obviously reader is described as afab, not sure what else i should tag so let me know what i miss :)

author’s notes :: hello, hello! honestly i saw this tik tok edit of spencer with this song (Too Sweet - Hozier) and felt a bit inspired by it and also loosely by lyrics too. please be kind as it’s been a couple years since i last wrote a fic and it’s my first one about dr reid too, so let me know if you guys like it, comment, reblog, all that jazz and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!

WC :: ~4k

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It was pretty late into the night, it was the first weekend in weeks that the team was able to really enjoy. Spencer sat in a corner of his apartment, a glass of whiskey sat on the table as he flipped the pages of a book he’s read a thousand times before, albeit it was one of favorites. 

He was hesitant to call, he didn’t want to pull you away from enjoying your weekend but when it came to his pleasure, he put himself first. You were always too nice to say no to him and he knew that. It made him feel sleazy sometimes, but this was who he was now. Rugged, damaged, fucked up. He’d been through a lot. But in those moments where you squirmed and whined beneath him, he felt satiated. You were his drug now. 

“Hello?” he mumbled when the call picked up.

“Spencer,” your voice was a whisper as  you practically sang his name.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Yes,” you responded.

“It’s a little late don’t you think?” he poked. 

“Then why are you calling?” 

You knew why he was calling. He only ever wanted one thing from you when the sky was dark. You didn’t mind it though. You basked in it. You kind of liked it. The feeling of having sex without commitment. Your job didn’t give you enough time for a commitment. You didn’t feel humiliated or belittled by Spencer’s desires. In fact, his lust for you turned you on in most cases. Most. 

Spencer was still a good friend to you. Regardless of sleeping with him, he was your closest friend. And recently, you noticed changes in him. Maybe you’ve kept a closer eye on him more than before but you were a little concerned. You had the right after everything he’s been through. He seemed more tired than usual, even though he was still punctual with work. Although you didn’t sleep in his bed after every time you slept together, when you did, you pretended not to notice his exits and long absences in between the long hours of the night. You could barely hear his ever so quiet footsteps roaming the living room. The clanking of coffee mugs in the kitchen and his quiet ‘Shit’ when he thought he was being too loud.

Three subtle knocks rapped his door, so quiet Spencer would’ve missed if he had breathed just a bit louder. A grin spread across his face subconsciously, glancing at the clock before taking long strides to the door. It was almost midnight. You stood in the doorway with heavy eyes, not the drunk kind, but the tired kind. He moved aside to let you in. Just like last time; and all the other times you showed up at his door for him. 

“I thought you went out tonight,” he questioned, rhetorically. 

“I did. For a bit,” you told him, “I just had one drink, then went home.”

“What are you doing up so late?” you asked, you already know the answer. And Spencer knows you know too, though he tried at first to be more subtle in his nightly fixtures. He simply sighed with amusement. You set your things down on his couch, eyes adjusting to the dim lights that hardly lit the room. The glass sitting on the table in the corner caught your eyes though. 

“What are you drinking?” you asked.

“Uh, whiskey. Neat.” 

“Ew, why?” you joked.

“It’s not that bad,” he shrugged. A whiskey wouldn’t exactly be Spencer’s first choice of drink but then again his first choice of drink wouldn’t even be alcohol. If it was, he would probably be content with a beer, or something of the sort. He was sort of going through a phase during nights. He was sleeping a lot less too. 

“I just didn’t take you for a whiskey kind of guy,” you teased.

“What kind of guy did you take me for?” he poked; he wasn’t really talking about drinks anymore though. 

“Water,” you joked, making him laugh. 

Spencer stood before you now. His hands were slightly hesitant this time to rest on your hips. 

“Is everything ok, Spencer?” you asked him. 

“Yes,” his voice was a whisper. 

You didn’t believe him, but you knew better than to press him. He was a stubborn guy and whether you did or didn’t you weren’t going to get an answer. You slid your hands up his chest before cupping the back of his neck with your hands. The kiss was chaste. You didn’t want to sleep with him if he was having second thoughts.

“Are you sure? If you’ve changed your mind I can head hom-,” you were telling him.

“No, don’t,” he rushed out. 

“I’m fine; I just haven’t been sleeping well,” he confessed. This surprised you, not because you didn’t know, but because you didn’t think he would tell you. 

“Well, then maybe I should go. That way you can finally get to bed before the sun comes up for once,” you joked with him, “Besides, you’re the one who's always telling people how important sleep is to the human body.”

Your words shocked Spencer this time. Admittedly, in the back of mind he suspected that you could sense him leaving his bed, or your bed sometimes, and that one or more times he’d been a little loud dwindling in the next room. But he didn’t realize you were fully aware of his nightly escapades. You knew him too well. You were too sweet to him. Spencer knew after all the fucked up things he’s been through he didn’t deserve your friendship; or anything more despite the fact.

“Did you know that elephants sleep the least of any other animal?” he told you, he doesn’t know why. Maybe to distract you, or seduce you. Both outcomes came often enough for him to make it a guessing game.

“You’re not an elephant.”

And then there were the ultra rare times when neither outcome happened; just now being one of them. 

“Sleep deprivation has been associated with reduced sexual desire and arousal,” he tried again.

“Well, I can help with that,” you teased. There we go.

He leaned down to kiss your lips but you pulled back in tease, smile on your face; you knew how pussywhipped you had this man. He didn’t want to fight it, he was growing desperate for you with every passing second. Rolling his eyes, he dipped his head in the crook of your neck. His hands left your hips, pulling you closer to him from your waist and lower back. Your hands began to unbutton his shirt, he was still wearing the clothes you saw him working in earlier that day. 

You stopped him, never been one to have sex anywhere other than the bedroom, taking his hand already knowing where to go after doing so many times before already. Although, it wasn’t like his apartment was a confusing labyrinth. He followed you like always. 

You reached the edge of the bed, sitting instinctively. Your hand went straight to his belt, undoing it with ease. Spencer pulled your hands away from his hips before sinking to his knees to the ground. He pulled your hips to the very edge, scratching the skin as he desperately pulled at your pants bringing them down your legs. Of course you let him.

He pushed you back and you fell on your elbows, still able to see him so clearly. See him dip his head and kiss the skin on the inside of your knee, his eyes lingering on yours. You let your head go for a second, basking in the feeling of his lips. They always made you feel so warm and tingly. One thing about Spencer, he loved foreplay. All the little things that lead up to sex. Most of the time, he craved the foreplay more than the sex itself. 

He moved your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hands holding your hips. His nose ran along your inner thighs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm breath coming from his nose. His fingers fiddled against your hip bones and you wiggled a bit becoming desperate by the minute for something more than just this teasing.

“Spence,” you whined, looking back at him.

“It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, you’ll never learn patience will you?” Spencer bartered. 

“Spencer, I don’t come to you to learn patience,” you spat, not with any malice however.

“You won’t come at all with that attitude,” he snapped back, hiding a grin between your legs. 

“Spencer!” you gasped.

He chuckled lowly, bringing his hand between your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side to expose you to him. You were glistening, slick beginning to leak from you already. Spencer could feel himself getting hard. He precariously tried to not buck his hips into the bed like horny teenager.  

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. 

He stepped up quickly letting your legs drop harshly. His fingers curled over the hem of your underwear pulling them down and tossing behind his shoulder before returning to his previous position. He felt like he was possessed. Acting and moving like it was primal, instinctive. He wanted nothing more in this moment than to satisfy you. 

He kissed all the places except the place you needed the most. You curled your toes anticipating his next move, longing for his lips, tongue, fingers, anything to bring you pleasure. Just when you were about to sit up, ready to nag at him, his lips wrapped around your bud. 

Your shoulders gave out at the feeling. Your body electrifying instantaneously. Your eyes trained on the ceiling, focusing on everything about Spencer in this moment, the sounds, his touch, his tongue. His tongue dipping in you every now and then, making you moan feverishly. His hands spread out, pinning your hips down to the bed to try and get you to stop wiggling your hips, but he wasn’t too successful in that. 

“Knock it off,” he groaned, removing a hand wrapped around your leg to bring his fingers to your entrance.

“It’s not enough; I need more,” you whined.

“No, you want more,” he debuted, “You’re being greedy.”

“And you’re being mean,” you quipped, you always had something to retort.

“Ok, fine,” he stood up.

“Stop!” you whined, “Please, come back. Do whatever you want.”

“I will,” he sat on his knees again, instantly bringing his fingers up to rub slow circles that made your toes curl. 

He purposefully let them every now and then prod at your entrance make your hips jerk in surprise. He could see how wet you were, all of the slick telling him how needy you were. He looked up to look at your face. His eyes catching your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt from the pleasure already, smiling to himself. 

“Sexual arousal can cause an increase in blood flow to not just female genitalia, but also the breasts,” he told you, feeling your thighs squeeze ever so slightly.

“Is that your way of telling me my nipples are hard because of you?” you teased.

“Yes,” he stated before diving straight back between your thighs. 

His tongue did circles like his fingers, the wetness and warmth much more stimulating than before. His fingers slid inside you, curling when he couldn’t push them any further. You moaned out, reaching your hand down to comb your fingers through Spencer’s shaggy hair. The noises of everything bounced off the walls of Spencer’s shallow bedroom. It sounded vulgar but so sexy. Your heavy breathing practically syncing together. 

Your thighs squeezed more and more as you got closer to your climax; you didn’t care if you were suffocating Spencer. If he died, he died pleasuring you and neither of you minded it in this moment. Your hips grinding against his tongue chasing you release frantically. Spencer pumped his fingers in and out of you rapidly, leading you to ecstasy. 

Your breaths became shaking, as did your moans. You were overcome with pleasure as your orgasm hit you so suddenly. You could feel Spencer’s smile growing against you, you knew that he wasn’t going to withdraw despite reaching your climax. 

“Oh god, too much, Spence.” 

“First it was not enough, now it’s too much?” he taunted you, fingers still pumping in and out you strenuously. 

“Spence!” you wailed, your voice trembling embarrassingly. 

When he wouldn’t give out, you pulled at his hair as you sat up and pulled his mouth away from between your thighs. 

“Oh ow, ow, ow!” he whined. 

“Jesus, you were gonna give me a heartache,” you whined. 

“Actually the possibility of having a heart attack during sexual activity is exceedingly low. So you wouldn’t have had anything to worry about; if anything you would get a small headache,” he explained. 

“You’re giving me a headache,” you whined, making him laugh.  

You pulled him from the back of his neck, crashing his lips against yours. You loved to kiss Spencer. You always felt the closest to him physically when you kissed. Which is ironic since he was quite literally inside you most nights. Kissing, the art of kissing, was practically your love language. You always gave small pecks when you were together, privately of course. 

Spencer was worried at first, that kissing was too intimate that things would complicate fast and feelings would get hurt. But as time went on and things continued to stay normal between you, he just began to relish in it rather than worry about nothing. At least that’s what he’s convinced himself of. 

He suddenly remembered the first time you slept together. You were in his apartment one night going over some details of the case. Nothing so major, or frightening, but something wasn’t adding up. You decided to take a break, cracking open some beers and just talk. One beer became two, then three, then four and then suddenly bottles littered the pitiful coffee table in front of you. You were very clear with him, “I don’t just sleep with anybody.” But you were a woman with needs just as much as Spencer was a man, “Neither do I.”

“Things have to stay the way they are if we do this,” he told you that night.

“They will,” you assured him. 

You rested your forehead against his seeing his eyes seem different. Spencer always did this. Everytime, just for a minute or even a second, he would disappear behind his eyes, like he was reminiscing on a memory you couldn’t describe. 

“You did that thing again,” you said with a small grin on your face. 

“I know,” he blushed, “Sorry.”

“You ever gonna tell me what you’re thinking about when you do that?” you questioned.

“Nope,” he smirked, making you giggle. 

Spencer stood straight up shagging his shirt off before scrambling out of his pants. He crawled back over you settling his hips between your thighs as he dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck. Your hand curled around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair as his breath and lips tickled your skin. Your hips fit together snuggly, grinding against desperate to chase each other’s highs.

Spencer reached into the drawer beside your head to pull out a condom. You snatched it from his hands with a devilish smirk on your face tearing it with your teeth. You spat the foil corner from your mouth, pulling the condom from its package before tossing it aside. You reached between your bodies stroking Spencer. His face blushing red, contorting with pleasure as it’s the first of the night to feel some sort of friction he needed from the beginning. The reason he called you in the first place. 

Spencer let his hands trace your skin. Though you wouldn’t react, your skin erupted in goosebumps. Feeling him prodding against your entrance, your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat. You always anticipated this part. No matter how many times you and Spencer spent the night together, you couldn’t ever get used to the flips your stomach made at this time. 

Spencer pushed his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making your hum in delight. Spencer’s breath became heavy as he pulled out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face began to feel hot as Spencer began to find a good rhythm. You could feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp. 

You looked at Spencer’s face; the veins bulging from his forehead and his neck. You cupped his cheek with your hand, catching his rhythm with your hips. Your breath became heavy, your hums became moans. Spencer wasn’t exactly the most vocal lover you laid with. Not that Spencer was your lover of course. That‘s not what you meant.

“What’s going on in that pretty little brain?” Spencer’s voice took you from your sudden trance; his pace beginning to slow. He brought his hand to your face, pulling the stray hairs that stuck to your cheeks from your sweat away.

“Nothing, just don’t stop,” you sighed, pulling his lips down to yours again. 

Spencer picked up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You felt overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You pushed Spencer’s shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high. Spencer sat on his knees gripping your hips, practically ramming his hips into yours. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets beneath you. 

“Oh god, fuck,” you cried out. Your thighs squeezing Spencer’s torso as you began to get closer to your climax. 

“Shit, it’s like I can’t get enough no matter how many times I have you squirming beneath me,” he gloated. 

You could see Spencer's chest begin to get red, his knuckles however turning white. Your hands reached down gripping his wrists. Prying them away, before sitting up to straddle his legs, as they stretched forward, adjusting comfortably. You held on to his shoulders sturdily, finding an entirely new rhythm to chase your high. 

Spencer’s hands ran up your back, sliding under your shirt that you had yet to take off. No wonder you were overwhelmed with heat. He peeled the tight fabric from your skin, tossing it to the ground like he has so many times before. He unhooked your bra with ease, his eyes instantly trained to your chest. He couldn’t help his hands following, massaging the soft skin. Spencer looked up to you as you bounced up and down. Sweat dripping seductively down the valley of your breasts. 

“You’re so pretty,” Spencer whispered, staring up at you.

“I know,” you joked breathlessly, giving him a playful wink. 

Spencer let out a breathy laugh at that. The both of you were itching for a release now. Your bodies squirming against one another, aching to give the other the release. You leaned back placing your hands on his thighs, moving your hips faster and harder than before. 

“Spencer, I’m getting close, I feel it,” you whimpered, “Please tell me you’re close too.”

“I’m close,” he breathed out.

“Fuck,” you cried.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let go,” Spencer mused, he reached between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster.

You gasped out, chest heaving as you felt the waves of pleasures wash over you suddenly. You couldn’t help the loud moans escaping from you as you threw your head back; arched back and thighs tensed. Spencer’s hand held your body close to himself, and you curled forward wrapping your arms around his head as you climaxed indefinitely. Spencer grunted below you, his legs stiffening and jerking upward. Curses whispered from his lips. 

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, relaxing and slumping your body over Spencer. 

“Treat me good, like always,” he whispered, his hand coming briefly to stroke your hair gently. 

He rolled you over, laying you lazily on his bed before climbing out of the bed swiftly. He stumbled his way to dispose of the rubber. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer along with something to cover himself. He sat silently on the edge of the bed, gently cleaning you as your eyes slowly blinked, telling him you were exhausted. 

“You want to stay the night? I can see how tired you are.” 

“I’ll be gone first thing in the morning,” you quipped with a small grin on your face. 

Spencer laid beside you, covering your body with the blankets. You curled by his side, your leg falling over his hips. He turned the lights out, but the soft golden glow from the lights in the room next door streamed in. His arm wrapped around you, fingers softly stretching your back. Steady breaths against his chest gave him a sense of comfort. He was always a bit jealous how easily sleep came to you; how peaceful you looked when you did. Spencer tried to close his eyes. He tried to let rest wash over him like a blanket. What felt like seconds was an hour. And another hour. He peeked at his watch laying on the nightstand beside him, three o’clock the time read. 

Sighing, he sneaked out of bed, careful to not wake you. He skulked towards the kitchen, eyeing the small glass of whiskey still on the table. He couldn’t help smirk to himself over it. He opened the cabinet grabbing a mug, pouring a bitter liquid into it. He took a big swig of his favorite beverage, basking in all the flavors, when suddenly a beautiful figure stood before him. 

“Hey,” his voice was quiet. 

“I’m guessing you haven’t slept,” you tiptoed your way to him, you could hear him sighing. 

“Is there anything at all I can do to help you?” you whispered, carefully placing your hand on Spencer’s warm back. 

“No, but having you here is enough.”

You were beginning to blur the lines between your arrangement and your friendship. But neither you nor Spencer could muster up the courage to stop what you’ve started. Spencer indulged in your sweetness, the way you were always there to satiate his desires, the way you opened yourself to him like heaven’s gate. And you, well you would never admit it. Being in love with Spencer that is. You’ve known him for years; seen the best parts of him and helped him through the worst. You knew him the best of anyone you’ve known before. And he could say the same too. He’s never opened up to anyone as much as he has to you. 

You were perfect for each other. And yet, Spencer wouldn’t allow himself to bask in it. He truly believed he didn’t deserve you. That all the demons that haunted him in these dark hours were undeserving of your kindness, compassion, gentleness. Simply thinking about you was often enough to calm him in tense situations. But he would never tell you this. So here he was, standing in the kitchen with his coffee black at three in the morning wondering why you couldn’t see that he would never be enough for you. 

[hoodzgyal]

the corruption kink would be STRONG in a roy/jay threesome

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑.

#DESCRIPTION: the one where jason and roy make it their mission to ruin their longtime bestie, the local good girl at uni. mdni.

#NOTES: this singular comment inspired a whole (albeit poorly written) fic. thank u. also the song are y’all are listening to in the fic is sugar by sleep token, hence the name. also pls be nice this is my first full fic omg😚

“I really oughta go home,” you hum as you look at the clock, sweet voice ringing out into the otherwise quiet of Jason and Roy’s shared living room.

The three of you became friends quickly, under the crucible that was a horrific semester of an Advanced Statistics class during junior year of college. Now, a year later, you find yourself spending weekends at their shared apartment, watching movies, playing games, and just existing in their space.

There’s always been a sense of tension between the three of you, whether or be the bizarrely evident sexual tension between Jason and Roy, or you and one of the boys. You’d never dare bring it up, though, for fear of ruining the sacred friendship you three have forged.

The men are seated on either side of you on the couch, virtually squishing you between their hard, muscular frames. The quiet croons of Jason’s favorite band occupy the rest of the space as the two of them indulge in their personal vices, Jason’s being a glass of whiskey and Roy’s being a homemade Old Fashioned.

Though you say you ought to head home, you make no move for the door.

“It’s dark out, sweetheart,” Jason rumbles, sipping on his drink, “And late as fuck. We’ll take ya home in the morning.”

Roy nods at this before chucking your chin, murmuring, “It’s our first sleepover in literally forever, how fun!”

You nod without saying anything, letting a comfortable silence settle over the room, save for the suggestive croons and whines of the song coming from the speaker. You feel heat crawl over your neck and face as you listen to the song, realizing how close Jason and Roy are to you. How pink their lips are. How the taste of the alcohol they’re sipping would taste on their lips if you were to ki-

“Sweets?” Roy leers down at you, auburn lashes blinking in confusion, “What’re ya looking at?”

“You know what she’s lookin’ at,” Jason rumbles, as one of his muscled arms come down to wrap around your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Your eyes are wide as they flicker between the two men. You sharply exhale, parting your brown, glossy lips, unsure of what to do or say.

“Poor thing,” Roy drawls, cupping your cheek, “Lookin’ like a deer in headlights. ‘S okay, sweets, we don’t bite.”

“Not unless you want us to,” Jason adds, setting a large hand over your bare thigh. His eyes are lidded, watching you like a predator watches prey. He glances at Roy, and slyly smirks at the shared understanding between the two men. Still, they want to give you a chance to say no, a chance to leave and act like this never happened.

“Say you want us to,” Roy mumbles, green eyes searching your body. It’s only now that you realize how scantily clad you all are, Jason being shirtless, Roy in a pair of loose boxers and a black wifebeater, and you in one of your ratty oversized band tees and tiny pajama shorts. You find yourself nodding, eyes still wide in disbelief.

“He said, say it, sweetheart,” Jason tuts in your ear as he pulls you into his lap. He allows you to settle into him, letting out a low growl at the friction you create while doing so.

“I want you to- ah”, you gasp, shuddering as Roy’s lips find your collarbone. You can feel him smiling into you as his fingers tease the hem of your tee, barely ghosting the waistband of your shorts. Your hands come up to meet his hair, idly playing in it as Jason’s large hands find their way into the waistband of your shorts.

You lift your hips for him, allowing the shorts to slide off of you as Roy works his way around your neck, tugging at your tee with a pout. Jason seems to get the hint as he hums from behind you, “Lift your arms f’me, bunny.”

Ever the obedient little thing, you do so as Jason lifts the shirt over your head, exposing the lacy pink bralette and panties to the boys. The garments hug your plush body deliciously, highlighting every curve and dip as you slowly grind on Jason’s lap.

“You little minx,” Roy groans as Jason’s arms cage you where you sit, “How long you been hiding this from us, huh?”

“Too long,” Jason mumbles, nipping at your ear as his large fingers find their way over your barely clothed pussy, “Let Roy have a taste, hm baby? How’s that sound?”

“So good,” you whine, pushing your ass into Jason’s lap. You can feel his thick cock pulsate as he groans, “Go ahead, Roy. Make baby girl cum.”

Roy all but rips off your panties, exposing your cunt to the cool air. “She’s so pretty,” he marvels, before pressing a sweet kiss to your clit.

You whine in embarrassment, turning your head away from the sight of Roy lapping at your wet pussy. Jason catches your lips in a sweet kiss as he works your bra off of you. He eagerly swallows your moans as his fingers come up to toy with your hardened nipples.

“I want a taste,” Jason says, tugging at Roys hair. He pulls the redhead up for a heated kiss before pulling him back down, rasping, “stretch ‘er out f’me,” as he ruts his clothed cock against your bare ass.

“Someone’s gettin’ impatient,” Roy leers, sticking a thick digit into your glistening cunt, giving you languid, slow strokes. You let out a near pornographic moan at the intrusion before Roy snickers.

“Guess I should add another, huh,” he murmurs, adding another finger. You keen, arching into Jason as his thumb presses on your needy clit.

“Such a greedy little girl,” Jason muses as you moan in delight, “Whaddya want now, hm?”

“Wan’ cum,” you mewl, breathless, “wanna cum on your cock with Roy’s dick in my mouth.”

“You’re disgusting,” Jason smiles down at you, “On your hands and knees. Now.”

Roy smirks in anticipation, stopping the pumping of his fingers to allow you to get on your hands and knees in front of him.

“Open wide,” Roy sings, tugging his red boxers down to expose his fat cock, tip angry and already leaking. He slaps the tip on your tongue a few times as Jason kneads your ass from behind you. He gives it a sharp smack and you lurch forward, gripping onto Roy’s strong thighs with a strangled moan.

“Look at you,” Roy sighs as you weakly stroke his cock with both hands, “takin’ initiative. Such a good girl.”

You can hear Jason hum in assent behind you, pressing the thick head of his cock into your pussy. You gasp, lightly squeezing Roy’s dick as Jason enters you fully. He rocks his hips into yours, allowing you to get your bearings as you give Roy’s dick kitten licks along with languid strokes.

“She is a good little slut, ain’t she,” Jason grunts as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours as you suckle the head of Roy’s cock. Roy mewls as one of your hands comes down to fondle his balls, causing him to let out a strangled moan. His moans grow in volume as you take him further into your mouth and down your throat as he whines, “Just like that, baby. Don’t fuckin’ stop, you’re doin’ so good for me.”

Jasons pace grows more erratic as time goes on, and one of hands creeps under you to play with your clit. He gasps as you clench around his thick cock, your muffled whines and moans only bringing him closer to orgasm. Your cunt seizes around him as you cum without warning, whining and keening around Roy’s dick. The vibrations of your voice only spur him forwards as he groans, thrusting forward and painting your throat white.

Jason sighs with pleasure as you fuck yourself back on him, seeking another orgasm.

“Of course you want another,” he grits out, hips snapping into yours, “You’re such a- fuck, you’re just a little whore for us, huh?”

You nod, looking up to see Roy stroking his overstimulated cock, nearing tears. He leans down pulling you into a deep kiss as his tongue probes your mouth, searching for the taste of himself.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Jason whines, ramming himself into you from behind. He slows as he empties his load into you, keeping you on his cock for just a moment longer.

You’re spent, lip gloss smeared, mascara ruined, and lace front messy as Jason lifts you off of his cock with ease, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. Roy palms himself at the sight, eyes focused on the cum dripping from your glistening cunt.

“Hey sweets,” he rasps, licking his lips as they both walk you to the bathroom, “Let me uh, clean you up, yeah?”

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Favorite Client | Nanami Kento

nanami kento x f!reader

Sypnosis: You fell in love with one of your customers but you don't know if he feels the same way.

Contents: Coffee Shop AU, fluff, Nanami is a nice bussiness man.

Word Count: 1509 words.

Author's Note: Ilhsm.

You opened your own cafe a couple months ago. On opening day, you were very nervous because you didn't know if your coffee or desserts would be enough to compete against the other popular cafes in Tokyo. The nervousness vanished when you met your favorite client. 

There weren't many customers that first day. Some family members and friends came to support your business. Plus, some curious people who had seen the advertisement stopped by. The decoration was not the problem. It was granny's house themed. It was very cozy and aesthetically pleasing. “Don't worry, this is just the first day,” you thought. 

One hour before closing, a tall, serious, blonde man entered the establishment. His wrinkled suit, slight bags under his eyes, and the way he loosely held his briefcase signaled that he had just gotten off work and was very tired. You had to make sure he felt relaxed in your cafe. 

"Welcome, what can I offer you?" You said along with a corporate smile. The man pulled on the knot of his tie to loosen it as he closely inspected the menu. 

“Give me a cappuccino with whole milk and…” His eyes scanned the bar until he reached the display with delicious and colorful desserts.

"They all look tasty, I don't know which one to pick," he said. You genuinely smiled when you heard that. It was the first compliment coming from a client. 

"My favorite is the raspberry muffin. It's sweet but not too sweet. I know because I baked them," you explained proud of yourself. 

"I'll trust you. A raspberry muffin, please," he asked politely. 

"Your name, please?" you asked to complete his order. It took you a moment to realize that wasn't necessary because the place was empty. Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment. 

"Nevermind, I don't think it's necessary," you said with a shy smile trying to hide your nervousness. 

"Nanami," he told you his name before paying you. He might be tired but he wouldn't retaliate against a girl because of his problems at work. 

"Your order will be ready in a minute, Nanami," you said happily thinking that he didn't notice your mishap. He did notice, he just decided not to say anything about it. 

After that day, you started seeing him more often as the months went by. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, even sometimes on weekends. Even though you had your fill of customers, Nanami was definitely your favorite because he always made sure to order something different, which is unusual in other customers. Also, he always asked how your day was and left a good tip before leaving. 

You hadn't had many opportunities to chat with him, but with every interaction you couldn't help but think about how attractive and sweet he was. Nanami could make you smile with his simple presence and make you sigh when he left the cafe. You wished you could get closer to him but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so you just admired him drinking his coffee and eating peacefully from the cash register. 

You were closing up the shop at the end of a busy day when you heard someone try to force open the front door that you had already locked . It was Nanami. You quickly get to it to open it. To your surprise, he looked extremely exhausted, almost defeated. Your heart broke seeing him in that state for the first time. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was already 8," He apologized in a low voice while looking at his expensive watch. 

"Please come in, Nanami. You are always invited here," you told him to encourage him to get in so you could treat him to a cup of coffee. He hesitated coming in thinking he would be abusing your kindness, but decided to let you treat him because you already opened the door for him. 

You served him a cup of americano and a slice of carrot cake. You decided to take a seat with your respective cup as well since you weren't working now. This time you weren’t serving a customer, you were catching up with a friend. 

"Are you okay?," you worried about his physical condition. 

"I hate my job, I really hate it," he snorted before picking up his cup. Your great coffee really improved his day in ways you had no idea.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you those things," He said, embarrassed for dumping his work problems on you. 

"It’s okay, please treat me like a friend," you tried to calm him down. 

"Complaining is a healthy habit. Sometimes you have to let out the negative in order to keep the positive," you explained, preparing yourself to be the ear Nanami needed in that moment of distress. 

He started complaining about his job and his terrible new boss who kept harassing him with endless amounts of paperwork. Then, he complained about how expensive everything is and how horrible the rental system is in Japan because of the “key money” issue. Then he started complaining about his mother's ridiculous requests. 

"I'm tired of the same bullshit. “Kento, you should settle down,” “Kento, there's a cute girl in my book club,” “Kento, this,” “Kento, that,” He commented, noticeably tired of the environment that surrounded him. You couldn't help but be surprised that he complained about him being single. 

"Are you single?," you asked, still surprised. Then you realized that maybe you shouldn't have asked him that, since it could be a very personal topic. 

"I mean, you are very handsome, have a good job and a nice personality. I didn't think you would have problems finding a partner," you explained why you asked. Nanami smiled when you called him handsome.

“Thanks. It's not that I can’t get dates. It’s because my work is eating me alive right now," he explained. You nodded understanding his complicated position. 

"Besides, I'm interested in someone right now," he said with a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. 

"Oh, really? I'm happy for you, Nanami! You always have good taste in desserts, you surely also have good taste in women," you said to lighten the conversation. You were happy for him, but inside you were jealous of that woman who had caught his attention. You wished you were her. 

"I still don't know if this person has a partner though," he said unsure. 

"Why don't you check her social media? Maybe you'll find your answer that way," you suggested before drinking your coffee. 

"That's a good idea," Nanami took out his cell phone from his jacket. 

"What is your Instagram account?" he asked you. You spit out the coffee the moment you realized what he was implying. Nanami had practically confessed to you.

He got to you quickly to help you clean yourself up when he noticed the reaction he had caused you. You started coughing because some of the coffee went to the opposite side of your throat. He quickly went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. 

"I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have insinuated you that way," you shook your head once you stopped coughing. 

"Don't apologize, I just didn't expect you would be attracted to me," you couldn’t grasp the idea of Nanami liking you back. You felt like you were dreaming. 

"How can I not be attracted to you? You are the kindest, warmest and most beautiful  girl I have ever met. From the moment I saw you, my heart felt that you should be mine," he finally confessed something he had been holding back for several months. Your heart skipped a beat with love and you felt your body getting warm by his kind words. 

"I want you to be mine too," you sigh in love. You wanted to confess what you felt for him every time he walked through the door with his briefcase in hand, his blonde hair somewhat disheveled, and his elegant gray suit. You waited a really long time to tell him. 

Nanami did not hesitate to make your wish come true. He gently took you by the chin to direct you to his lips. It started as a sweet and affectionate smooch to show each other the love that was long hidden in your hearts. Kiss by kiss, it turned into a passionate kiss. 

Nanami was desperate to touch you and feel your body against his, but he didn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. Also, it didn't help that the cafe had a large window that exposed your first romantic act to the street. Nanami held back, but he was very happy to finally have you to himself. 

Your hands traveled across his chest, making their way to his broad shoulders and down his back. His strong hands ran over your waist and back to bring you closer to him. Your bodies and minds were in perfect harmony. You were the ideal couple since that night. He loved you very much and you were not far behind.

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[that-struggling-writer-lh]

A Flower for Every Secret - Ch 2. Zinnia

PART 2 OF A FLOWER FOR EVERY SECRET.

WORD COUNT: 2248

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, Sarah's mother lore, some fluff at the end, Joel is a big softie. 18+ MINORS DNI.

I couldn’t wait for five to come. Tapping at the keyboard on the computer answering emails, answering phone calls and redirecting them to the proper office in the relatively small building. It all seemed so mundane compared to a dinner with the Millers. “Big plans this weekend?” Detective Carrillo mused, and I opened the glass barrier to be able to hear him better.

“Bigger plans than sitting behind this desk, if that’s what you mean.” I smirked up at the officer, “Big plans for your team after I head out?”

Shifts were about to change, night shift significantly more busy than dayshift on Fridays, “The usual. Patrolling gang neighborhoods, probably a small bust or two. Hopefully no big messes to clean up.”

“Hopefully.” I sighed in response, but grimaced at the knowledge of horrors beyond my comprehension just outside the bulletproof glass doors.

The drive home was fairly quick, and I rushed inside to get out of my business casual attire and into a green sundress that fell to my knees. I pulled my french braid out of my hair, leaving big waves that I secured with hairspray before touching up my makeup, adding a little extra blush and a warm-toned pink lipstick. “It’s just steaks.” I said to myself in the bathroom mirror.

I didn’t want to be too early, so I flipped the radio on and set to work on returning Sarah’s favor of making dessert the previous night, baking a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies, setting them on the platter that I needed to return to Joel. By 6:45 I was too anxious to wait any longer and made my way out the front door, slipping into a pair of flats that I had left sitting by the door.

“Going somewhere, Dear?” a kind voice to my left called after me.

I spun on my heel to face the source, Carol. In her front garden beds, gloves on, covered in dirt. “To the Miller’s.” I pointed down to the plate of still-warm cookies and looked to the house directly across the street.

“With sweets?”

“Sarah made me brownies last night, so I’m just returning the platter - and the favor.” I looked down to the paved driveway and kicked a loose rock back into the grass before looking back up at Carol.

She hummed in response, rubbing her hands together to get the excess dirt off of her pink gloves, “Nice night for it.” 

“Yes, it is.” it was still considerably bright out, the sun hardly had begun its descent. But I didn’t let myself correct her, “Supposed to be a nice weekend in general, I reckon.” I added for good measure, not trying to rush the conversation into its finish point.

She nodded, hand on her hip, no doubt leaving a smear of dirt across her overalls; “That’s what the weatherman said this morning, anyway. He’s never quite right, though.” 

“I suppose you’re right, Carol. Weather always has a way of surprising us.”

She gave a polite wave of her hand, as if dismissing the statement altogether. I supposed that signaled the end of the conversation, and I made my way across the street, which had quieted over the last few hours as parents called their children in for meals. As the older families retreated to backyards for beer and card games. No matter how busy the neighborhood seemed, in one breath everything could become so serene.

I knocked on the heavy wooden door of the Miller residence and in no time at all was greeted by who I could only assume to be Tommy, looking much like Joel - but a little shorter, a little slimmer, but the same glint in his eye. “Hi, I’m -”

“I know, you’re here for dinner, come on in, he’s been waiting for ya. I’m Tommy. No need for formalities in the Miller house.”

His home was exactly as I’d pictured. Lived in, loved, but nicely maintained. Photos of Sarah, Tommy and what I assumed to be other relatives and friends littered the walls in all sorts of frames, a big comfy leather sofa centered with the large front window, and a tidy kitchen, all clean lines and neutral tones. Varying shades of beige and blue, broken only with the greens of houseplants and the odd brightly colored things that belonged to Sarah. Her bright pink converse certainly looked out of place next to Joel’s tired steel-toe boots.

“You made it.” Joel smirked as he entered through the sliding glass rear door, a hand towel tossed over his shoulder.

“It was a hard trek from across the street, you wouldn’t believe the terrors I faced on my long journey.” I dramatically sighed, before mirroring his smile, presenting the platter to him. “Cookies.” I stated.

“Cookies?” he repeated with an arch of his eyebrow.

“For, well, everyone, I suppose.”

“Thank you.” he smirked, “But remember when I said I owe you?” he dropped his smile and pointed at me in an accusatory manner, but I could tell from the gleam in his eye it was a facade. 

“I remember that well, Joel.” I started, placing the platter on the countertop, “But I had to bring the plate back, and I wasn’t bringing it back empty, even if Sarah is at her friend’s house.” I recalled the events of last night.

“Let her make cookies if she wants to, I like cookies.” Tommy butted in as he rounded the corner from the living room.

Joel rolled his eyes at his younger brother before retorting, “Nobody cares what you like, Tommy. Nobody except maybe Maria; but even that’s pushing it sometimes, I think.”

I laughed in response, handing Tommy a cookie from the plate, “My own special recipe, guess these are for you.”

“I like your neighbor, Joel.” Tommy pointed to his brother before taking a bite of the still warm confection, disappearing to the backyard, calling for Maria, who I assumed was out in the yard. The smell of cooking meats wafted into the kitchen with the warm breeze.

“Y’look nice.” he stated softly the moment the door shut behind Tommy, and he leaned back against the countertop on his palms.

“I tried real hard.” I matched his tone as I studied his casual attire, plain gray t-shirt stretched across the plains of his shoulders and a simple pair of jeans. Though the admission of me trying to impress him almost made me feel embarrassed enough to stare down at the neat tile flooring that stretched across the kitchen and dining area.

“You don’t have to try. I’ve seen you get the mail in your pajamas.” a wild smirk spread across his cheeks, showing off his dimples.

I tried to stifle my grin, but continued, “You know, Joel, I was almost hoping that it was just gonna be us.”

Something flickered in his eyes, and an eyebrow twitched almost with a question, “That so?”

I nodded, wringing my fingers together nervously, “I had fun with you last night.”

“I did too, Sarah too. She thought you were real nice.”

“She’s a sweet girl.” I nodded in answer, daring a step closer to Joel.

Tommy pulled the sliding door open and looked to Joel before saying in a tone that was almost apologetic, “Hate to break this up, but I know you’ll shoot me if I touch your grill, Joel. You got four steaks waiting to hit the fire right now.”

I hummed in response, following Tommy, who held the door open for me. I didn’t wait for Joel to follow behind, “Then I guess we better get out there.”

A woman was setting out another beer for Tommy from a cooler on the porch, Joel’s lawn was nicely manicured with simple landscaping and a decently sized pool, a nice thing to have to stave off the year round Texas sun. A tall wooden fence caged in his yard, offering privacy from the neighbors to his rear and sides. “Hey! You must be the new neighbor.” Maria greeted me, pulling me into an embrace.

I hugged her back reluctantly, and smiled at her, “And you must be Maria? Heard them talking about how tolerant you are of Tommy in the kitchen.”

“Yes, I’m his wife..” she nodded in confirmation, before holding up a bottle of red wine, “You drink?”

“I do.” I nodded and she didn’t hesitate to offer me an overfilled portion of the wine in a stemmed glass.

Joel wasn’t far behind, toting a stack of plates with utensils on top in his arms. He put them in the center of the table before finding his station at the grill and laying the steaks down gently with a hiss. I tried to look like I wasn’t watching him cook, but his eyes found mine and he broke into an almost shy smile. Maria clocked it almost the moment it happened and she nudged me carefully, “What did you do to Joel?” she nearly whispered.

“What do you mean?” I dropped my tone so as not to let him or Tommy overhear what had obviously just become girl-talk.

“You’ve lived here for two weeks?” she asked.

I nodded, “Only had a real talk with him yesterday, though. Sarah brought brownies over and I let them in for dinner. Just a little small talk before then. His typical Howdy, Neighbor.” I shrugged.

Maria looked from Joel to me and back again just as he looked up from the grill and made a smart remark at Tommy about how dumb a move was in the NBA finals last week, asking if Tommy had seen it too.

I let the talk of basketball fall off my shoulders and focused on Maria and her introductory talk, how she and Tommy had been together nearly ten years, and after seven he had finally proposed. How the Miller brothers could be reckless and silly, but one exhale later back to serious business. How Sarah was the light of Joel’s life, and nobody could seem to hold a candle to her, how nobody ever seemed good enough to be in his circle long-term. Only wanting the best for his daughter. I listened especially hard when the topic of Sarah’s mother fell from Maria’s lips. “They seemed good the whole time. Got married young - too young. Right after highschool. Neither went to college, and then Sarah came along so soon after, he was only 20. Almost as soon as he had time to settle into fatherhood and married life, he woke up to her just… Packed and gone with divorce papers and a note. Never saw her again after deliberations. Her mother didn’t want anything from either of them. The next week Joel started to plan on starting his own company. So he could always have her along, so he could fight for the life his little girl deserves.”

I looked up to Joel, who was smiling with Tommy at his side, and he flipped a perfectly browned steak over to its still-pink side. He looked back at me and the same shy smile made his cheeks dimple, he took a long drink from his beer before turning to look at Tommy again.

Joel plated my meal for me and set it in front of me on the table, he took the seat opposite me, and Tommy the opposite of Maria.

After the sun set and the meal ended he offered to walk me home when I announced I was feeling tired, and he led me through the house, the only lights were soft and warm from a few lamps. “I like your family.” I stated, looking up into his eyes, made hazy by the alcohol.

“I think they like you.”

“Maria and I got along really well.”

He nodded and grabbed a flannel from the rack, slipping it over his shoulders before opening the front door. We both kept a near snail-pace as we descended the porch steps, made our way down the driveway and across the street.

“She told me about Sarah’s mom. Real sorry for that.”

He seemed to stiffen slightly before his shoulders relaxed. “I planned on saying something, but. It’s fine. She’s never known any different than just me and her Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria.”

“You’ve done great with her. Must have been so hard.”

“Hardly slept the first few years. Felt like all I did was fail her. Then I saved enough pennies to buy the house. Was a real fixer upper. My crew was amazing. Tommy was even better. Every spare moment, free of charge, they were in there making it perfect. Not for me. Not for any favor. For her. Everything I do is for that little girl.” he almost choked on his last sentence, but cleared his throat.

A familiar warm feeling I got the night before spread through my chest and stomach as my feet shuffled up the three steps to my door. I only realized we’d been holding hands when his fingers slipped away from mine with the distance I had created. Each of his callouses brushed against my fingertips.

We bid each other goodnight and I disappeared into the darkness of my living room.

The next day, groggy with a dreamless sleep and a cup of tea in my hand a familiar thud of the newspaper smacking the door sent me to retrieve the paper. Next to the paper, on the worn-out wood was a yellow zinnia, perfectly plucked, obviously meant for me to find.

[hahnspoetrywrites]

JUST HAD THIS WILD IDEA WHAT THE FUCK.

okay, so:

glass onion is about a reunion of old friends so, imagine you’re in this friendship group. you’ve always had a crush on claire but never did anything about it bc y’all are friends and you never knew if she liked women so, you never acted on it. everyone used to tease you about it (and maybe some said you weren’t good enough for her, she’s not gonna want some lil pathetic girl like you).

cut to however many years later, you see her again. this very powerful governor who looks exactly the same as when you met her, gorgeous as always. your crush immediately reignites. you keep talking like old friends do, you trying your hardest not to flirt or make any comments (which gets harder and harder the more alcohol you put in your system but you can’t not drink bc you’re anxiety would destroy you if you didn’t. some of the teasing / nasty comments resurface from some of them making your eyes well up with tears that you hide well from claire, who you don’t realise is secretly seething and raging at the comments). the first murder happens and everyone’s on edge. claire makes an extra effort to make sure you’re okay, always touching you in some sort of way. holding your hand, your arm, a hand on the small of your back, anything. it makes your body tingle in such a nice way but you know she’s married (and not to a woman) so you have to push these feelings down.

the weekend continues, the next night the killers on the loose again. you’re all separated from each other, but you’re only searching for one person: claire. however, she finds you, gun in hand. you put the pieces together and gasp. the strange thing is you can’t hate her for it. you might be a little bit scared but you hope deep down she wouldn’t hurt you. you back up against the closest wall, screwing your eyes shut (even though you hope she won’t hurt you, doesn’t mean it’ll happen), bracing yourself for the worst. you hear a clatter, before quick footsteps approach you. a soft hand caresses your cheek, followed by it wiping away a few of your tears. your eyes open slowly, anxiety flooding your veins until you see the heartbreak in claire’s eyes.

“you really think i’d hurt you? i could never, baby. never ever.” her tone is soft, reassuring. there’s a hint of sadness in there too.

“y-you won’t?” you question, unsure of what was happening.

“no, my darling. i love you too much to let you get hurt, you’re too innocent, too kind. i won’t let them hurt you ever again, never ever.” claire pulls you into her chest, letting your head rest against it, her soft heartbeat echoing in your ears. your arms came to wrap around her torso as hers found your waist, one hand drifting up to caress your hair.

“my sweet girl, no one will ever hurt you. not while i’m around,” you miss the slightly dark look in her eyes, far too immersed in her soft heartbeat and her welcoming perfume.

[thomas-mvller]

Tag games variety ✨

SO I've been tagged in a looot of games for the past couple of months and i've finally decided to stop procrastinating and just get the job done. APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY!

Tagging: @youknowitsworthfightingfor @thommi-tomate @miasanmuller @gxtzeizm @acrazybayernfan and whoever would like to do one of these! just say i tagged you and go :))

Here we go!

Rules: bold the sentence that's true to you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

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Rules: Go to Pinterest and search:

"Celebrity".

"Outfit".

"Quote".

"Aesthetic".

Quote the first pic that appears, it's your vibe.

I thought this was fun because it fit like a glove but then it hit me I don't have a pinterest account and this is absurdly specific so HMMMMM

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Last song: I live to fall asleep - Manic street preachers

Favorite color: red, black and teal

Last movie: Irma la douce (1963)

Last TV show: I'm more of a movie girlie tbh, can't even remember the last show i watched :o

Relationship status: single

Sweet/Savory/Spice: savory > spice > salty >>>>>>> sweet

Last thing I googled: if I could put grapes with seeds on the blender JAJAJJA

Current obsession: scary games gameplays on ytb. I don't even play videogames but they're fun!

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Rules: ✨Let’s do something fun! I wanna see the top 6 photos of your fave, these are mine! ✨

I've said it once and i'll say it again: "legend" falls short with my king 👑

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Okay so I was tagged to share 9 of my favorite books and please don't hate me for this but I'm not really a reader??? I mean i do read once in a while but I don't think I could write down a list of favourites, let alone nine 😵 now don't hate me again but to make it up I'll list 9 of my favorite book based movies hehe

gerald's game (2017) - adapted from a 1992 novel by stephen king

metropolis (1927) - adapted from a 1925 science fiction novel by thea von harbou

silence of the lambs (1991) - adapted from a 1988 novel by thomas harris

lord of the rings: the two towers (2002) - based on 1954's The Two Towers, the second volume of the novel The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien (copied from wiki hehe)

kiki's delivery service (1989) - based on the 1985 novel of the same name by eiko kadono

jackie brown (1997) - based on a 1992 novel by elmore leonard

freaky friday (2003) - based on a 1972 novel by mary rodgers

to kill a mockingbird (1962) - based on a 1960 novel by horton foote

when marnie was there (2014) - based on a 1967 novel by joan g. robinson

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Cosmic Persona Quiz 💫💫

Link to the quiz

I think this wasn't the right time to take this quiz because at the moment i am indeed living on the edge HOWEVER i disagree with flattery because i hate compliments JAJAJJA but anyway this was cute!

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little cute tag game 🥹

Here's what I've made 🫶

I am so framing this omggg

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Rules: list five songs you've been vibing with lately

When the lights go out - naked eyes

Taxi to heaven - pray for rain

Arrows and eyes - noriko miyamoto

baker street - undercover

kimi ni mune kyun - yellow magic orchestra

Have a nice weekend everyone! 😊

[phoenix-downer]

Souvenir Sweets

~850 words. As Roxas and Naminé look for clues about how to bring Sora home, they buy some sweet souvenirs for everyone. Naminé POV. Romance, Fluff, Sweets, Souvenirs. Happy RokuNami Day!

Quadratum Station had to be the most crowded place Naminé had ever seen. There were people everywhere, and if you stopped walking for a moment you became a human obstacle, a pebble in the endless stream of humans diverting the flow of people moving around you. Brightly color-coded signs for each train line were on the floor, on the walls, on the pillars, and yet she still felt so lost. Everyone else seemed to know where they were going but her. 

“Naminé,” Roxas called, his familiar voice cutting through the din surrounding them like a life preserver in the ocean of people. She relaxed and turned around. He had his bag slung over his shoulder, and his hood was over his blond spikes in a pointless attempt to hide them. The fashion here was very different from Twilight Town or Destiny Islands—very loose and baggy, but of course Roxas could make anything look good. 

“Did you get the tickets?” she asked, and he nodded and handed her hers. It was printed on seafoam green paper, the markings indicating their destination was a different city. They were going on a short, weekend-long intel-gathering mission about this reality to figure out how to get Sora home. The rest of them could go home anytime…but getting Sora back, given the whole “he broke a nature taboo” thing in order to save their lives, was proving to be tricky. 

“We’ll have to go through a special set of gates over there,” Roxas said, nodding towards them.

“I’ve heard the…what were they called, bullet trains? Run really smoothly,” Naminé said as they wove their way towards the gates, holding hands because otherwise the crowds would easily separate them. The technology here was miles above just about every world she’d ever been to except for San Fransokyo.

“Same, yeah. Guess we’ll see if the rumors are true.”

As they got closer to the special gates, Naminé’s eyes landed on a stand nearby with lots and lots of yellow in its advertising. QUADRATUM BANANA was written at the top of the stand in big, bold, letters next to images of little cakes in the shape of bananas. On display were boxes after boxes of the little banana cakes in a variety of flavors, and there were even a few boxes of something called THE STRAWBERRY CAKE from GINZA. They were cream-colored cakes in the shape of strawberries with little pink polka dots, and the packaging was so cute.

Her stomach rumbled a little, and she blushed. They needed to eat something proper for dinner, but the little cakes looked so nice. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to get a couple of boxes of them. They could even share any leftovers with their friends when they got back. Souvenir treats like this were always individually wrapped so you could easily share them with others. 

“Roxas? Can we get some?” she asked. 

“Of course. Let’s get the strawberry ones and then a couple boxes of the banana ones.” He gave her one of those Roxas half-smiles she adored. “My treat.” 

Together they selected two of the most delicious-looking boxes of the bananas and then one box of the strawberries, and Roxas paid by putting several crisp en bills onto the little blue tray next to the cash register. The shopkeeper dutifully took the munny and counted it, then placed Roxas’s change on the blue tray. They both thanked her for their goodies and continued on through the bullet train gates. 

“Thank you, Roxas,” Naminé said, clutching their prizes to her chest. “They just looked so cute. I can’t wait to try them.” 

“And then draw them too, right?” he teased as they located signs for their platform and stepped onto the escalator leading up to it. 

“You know me too well. I have to document everything about this reality.” 

“Does drawing me eating them count?” he joked.

She giggled and flipped through her sketchbook. “I think most of my drawings are of you as it is…”

“Well,” he said, very seriously, “you need to document me eating every train station bento box we can get our hands on. Speaking of which, what would be your pleasure?” he asked as they stepped off the escalator. On the platform was a little shop with bento boxes, snacks, drinks, and other treats.

“Let’s take a look.” 

When Sora had disappeared, they’d never imagined their journey to find him would lead to this place. A completely different reality, and yet the people really weren’t so different. They were living their lives, commuting back and forth to work and school, buying bento boxes for train rides, picking up QUADRATUM BANANA and THE GINZA STRAWBERRY souvenirs for friends and family and coworkers back home. It was comforting in a way that despite being so far from home and thrown into a completely different culture, people were still just…people.

As they boarded the bullet train and found their seats, bento boxes and souvenir sweets in tow, Naminé smiled at Roxas and he returned the smile. They were on another adventure together, and despite the circumstances, she knew they’d make the most of it.

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A/N: For anyone curious about what Tokyo Banana sweets look like, and ditto for The Strawberry Cake from Ginza. 

Happy RokuNami Day everyone, and thank you for reading ❤️ 

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

Naturally, the highlight of my week was my birthday on Wednesday and, trust me, I will be celebrating my birthday all month! I have enough alcohol in here to sink a battleship, plus I have a couple of very nice dates in my diary!

The Mighty Josiah has returned from Brooklyn, so we will see him tonight and he will stay with us Friday and Saturday. I am his personal assistant, so I will be at his beck and call. You know how scrumptious he is, so I will attempt to hug and kiss him – attempt! – but he always screams and runs away.

My mother had her first experience of racial profiling this week. My daughter’s mother is black, so my daughter is mixed race, dual heritage, whatever you want to call her but, in a shop in Hove, she’s a black woman! My mum wrote, “Today, in Marks and Spencer, a security guard stopped your daughter and said she looked like a shoplifting suspect of theirs. At that minute, l appeared, all hell let loose and they were full of apologies. She was shocked, of course! It just makes me aware of how penalised black people are.” Yes, this week, Lady Wesker got a life lesson. You’re never too old to learn.

Mars has decided to trial a ‘No Bounty’ tub of Celebrations this Christmas, after its consumer research confirmed their status as the least popular sweet. The experiment comes after nearly 40% of those polled told the company the Bounty should be permanently axed from the Celebrations line up, where it struggles to compete with the star power of “all-time favourite” Maltesers. To be honest, 40% sounds like a pretty low number to be making such rash decisions. Personally, given half the chance, I would eat Bounty until it made me sick! I love it! I’m down at Sainsbury’s this morning, so I will be stocking up on Bounty bars for those lazy Christmas days! Celebrations can do one! It’s a rip-off anyway!

The ‘follows’ keep arriving at Scam HQ a.k.a. Instagram. Every day, so many follows from women with an ‘Only Fans’ page, people dealing in Cryptocurrency or just people with no profile pic. For every person I follow, I literally delete about 20 wanting me to follow them. El*n M*sk calculates that about 90% of our followers are bots! I suspect he might be right but that won’t be happening on my IG profile. Not me, mate!

Yesterday, I forgot to post a photo on IG of some of my wonderful Wednesday students, which I have done today. Some people are a bit funny about selfies. They worry about the way they look, or worry about people knowing their whereabouts, or just worry about being in selfies. For my money, when people pass away, I am so grateful for my selfies with me and them. Beautiful moments, never to be forgotten.

For those of you that follow me on Twitter, if I suddenly disappear, I will have gone to @TribelSocial. As Twitter is now allowing very extreme right-wing people back on their platform, I may back away? Let’s see what happens?

Very sad to hear about Noel McKoy passing away. ‘Family’ by McKoy was released in 1991 and we must have played it hundreds of times on Kiss FM! I think anybody listening to Kiss at that time will remember ‘Family’ as being a huge radio and party record. In 2014, Noel became part of The British Collective, an exceptional group of young men, who many of us have enjoyed in recent years. One of the most distinctive voices in UK soul music. He will be missed.

Matt Hancock is about to find out how much people hate him!

Be warned: someone has created a FAKE Lindsay Wesker profile and they may send you a friend request. Do not accept it!

Hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’. The Letter J (Part Seven). Some of the tunes are a bit saucy! You have been warned!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

[oofthwoods]

MIDNIGHT BAKER! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: wednesday nights should be reserved for sleeping and recharging energies for the weekend, especially when said weekend marks her first ever formula one grand prix. but when the nerves get the best of echo!reader, it's time to come out of the bed and do what she always does: stress bake. but when the stakes multiply, so does the dough.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: somehow based on that tiktok audio about the midnight barber, but instead of cutting your hair in the middle of the night, fem!driver is baking you cookies in the middle of the night. also english is not my first language so i apologize if there's any grammar mistakes :(

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :: 2.1k

NOTE FOR SELF: DON’T SNEAK INTO MICK’S ROOM. HE MIGHT THINK YOU’RE A GHOST.

if you were to ask her, she would tell you that the boy's reaction was far too exaggerated. after all, they had snuck into each other's hotel rooms countless times before, especially during their days as competitors in separate leagues. and could it really be called sneaking around when she had used the magnetic card he had personally given to her in case of an emergency?

mick let out a long, exhausted sigh and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair as he slumped onto the bed. he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her in his hotel room kitchen, completely absorbed in the task of arranging an assortment of cookies into neat rows on several baking sheets.

"i'm just saying, a heads up would have been nice," he finally spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between them.

she was completely focused on arranging an assortment of cookies in the hotel room's oven, each piece fitting perfectly like a game of tetris. her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her delicate hands expertly maneuvered the trays into place. "i didn't think you'd wake up," she murmured, not bothering to turn around.

"how could i not with all this commotion going on?" mick chuckled, gesturing to the mess of ingredients and dishes scattered around the small kitchenette. the sweet aroma of warm cookies filled the air, making it feel like a cozy haven from the cold outside.

with a satisfied smile, she closed the oven door and turned back to him. "you never woke up before when i did this," she pointed out with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

a genuine laugh, deep and rich, escaped her lips as she watched his reaction. it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds that had been weighing on her since their arrival in bahrain. she felt a sense of relief wash over her - the first real moment of peace she had felt in days.

"what? did you think chocolate chip cookies magically appeared in your room every morning?" she teased playfully, enjoying the surprised look on his face.

his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he sheepishly replied, "no, i knew that you made them. i just didn't realize you did it in my room."

"well, now you know my secret," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. she let out a sigh and removed her apron, stained with flour and splattered with milk. she glanced at the timer on her phone and said, "don't worry, it's not always the case, but some hotels have ovens that are too small for my liking. i hate waiting around for things to bake, so i use mine and yours kitchen"

mick observed the way that, despite wearing a bright smile, his best friend tapped her foot and furrowed her brow, her agitation practically radiating off of her. she always turned to baking when faced with stress or anxiety, so it was clear to him the internal turmoil she was facing. despite the dark circles under her eyes and the tired lines etched on her face, he knew she wouldn't stop until their task was completed to perfection.

y/n's eyelids drooped, heavy with fatigue as she sat on the smooth, cool marble counter. she rubbed them gently with the palm of her hand, trying to alleviate the tiredness that weighed down her body. through the oven window, she watched as the pastries slowly turned golden brown. the sweet aroma of butter and sugar filled the kitchen, a familiar comfort that helped ease her nerves for tomorrow.

"sorry for waking you up" she said, shifting her weight so that she could face the boy standing next to her. his hair was tousled from sleep, but he wore a gentle smile on his lips. "you usually sleep like a rock, i didn't expect you to hear me at all."

"well, let’s say i couldn't resist the smell of your baking skills," he replied with a wink.

"oh please, you were shitting your pants thinking that i was either a ghost or a murderer," she teased, nudging him playfully.

his confident facade faltered as he tried to deny it. "i-i wasn't afraid! i just...wasn't sure who it was."

raising an eyebrow at him, she challenged his claim. "uh-huh, sure. it was pretty obvious you were scared out of your mind."

mick huffed and crossed his arms defiantly. "we’re in a hotel in a foreign country and suddenly i hear sounds coming from my private kitchen. i think it's completely plausible to be a little… worried," he argued, trying to maintain his tough exterior.

she rolled her eyes affectionately and gave him a knowing smile. "you know I'm the only one else who has access to your keycard, mick."

mick's shoulders sagged, defeated by y/n's logic. he let out a sigh, his tough facade crumbling. "okay, maybe I was a little scared," he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

y/n chuckled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she reached out to gently squeeze mick's hand. "well, you don't have to worry anymore. It's just me, your talented, pastry-making, and anxiety filled best friend," she reassured him, her voice filled with affection.

"anxiety filled? is this why you're baking so much? worried about tomorrow?"

as soon as the next day was mentioned, y/n's stomach dropped.

the pre-tests for the upcoming racing season had gone smoothly for her as she had put on a confident facade, flashing a bright smile and cracking jokes with her fellow drivers. her ease on the track was palpable as she navigated the circuit with grace and skill, getting familiar with her car and the track.

underneath it all, she felt a pressure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. she knew she couldn't show any signs of weakness - not in front of her competitors, not in front of the media, not in front of anyone. after all, what would they say when the only woman on the grid was seen trembling and putting on a fake smile?

this was more than just a race for her - it was the culmination of a lifelong dream finally coming true. her addition to the male-dominated world of professional racing was a historic moment after years without a single female driver. and representing porsche, a team that was also a newcomer to the sport and had their destiny sat half in her hands, only added to the weight on her shoulders.

with a sudden, firm tug on her shoulder, mick's hand shattered her daydream and she snapped back to reality. his piercing blue gaze seemed to bore into her, examining her with an intensity that made her feel naked and exposed. as if he could see the chaotic thoughts racing through her mind, mick's eyes darted back and forth, taking in every expression that crossed her face. years of friendship meant couldn't hide from him, not even for a moment.

"come on," he teased, giving her shoulder a playful shake like they were kids again. "where's the girl who dominated four straight championships? the one who smashed the record for most points in a formula 2 season?"

she couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "gone," she replied with a shrug. "replaced by a washed up has-been that mops around and bake chocolate chip cookies."

mick's grin faded, replaced by a sad expression. "don't say that," he said firmly. "you're still one of the best driver i know. don't let anyone convince you otherwise"

she let out a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against the cool surface of the counter. her gaze wandered around the lavish hotel room, identical to her own in every way except for the view outside the window.

"you can't say that, it'll go straight to my head" she looked him in the eyes, with a tired smile.

"great. maybe then you'll start to believe me"

"it's just... different." she sighed, and brushed away a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her determined eyes. "if i fail, they'll use it as ammunition to say that hiring a woman for the team was a mistake. they'll chalk it up to nepotism - hiring my famous father's daughter without considering my skills. they'll compare me to him and say i don't have what it takes, and if i make even the slightest mistake, they'll use it as ammunition to say 'see? this is why women shouldn't race in formula 1.' it feels like everyone is waiting for me to slip up so they can declare me a hazard on the track and call for my super license to be revoked." her shoulders tensed at the thought.

mick spoke gently, "you spend too much time worrying about things that may never happen."

"i know. it's called anxiety. 0/10, would not recommend," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

he then called her by her nickname, "i'm serious. you set one of the best times in training. your race engineer is already talking about getting a tattoo if you win your first race later this year. no one believes you'll disappoint."

she chuckled at his words. mick was telling the truth - after one of her practice periods during pre-training, jasper, the man who would work alonside her as her race engineer, had greeted her with euphoria and promised to get a tattoo with the date of her first victory along with a drawing of the circuit layout.

she gave him a small smile, appreciating his attempts to lift her spirits. but the doubts and worries still lingered in her mind like ghosts.

"i know you're trying to help, and i love your for it," she said. "but it's not that simple. i've dreamed about this my whole life, you know? being here, on the verge of achieving what I've worked so hard for." her voice grew soft. "but now that I'm so close, it's like i can see all the ways i could fail even more clearly."

she turned and gazed out the window at the circuit lights glowing in the distance. "if i succeed, it will open doors for other women. but if i fail..." her voice trailed off, unable to give voice to the dark thoughts swirling in her mind.

mick moved next to her, also taking in the view. "the greats are never without doubt," he said after a moment. "my father used to say self-belief is a muscle - you have to exercise it constantly for it to grow strong."

y/n laughed in response. "well, you have me there. how could i argue with a seven-time world champion?"

mick chuckled along with her. "exactly! you can't."

"you're gonna be great out there tomorrow," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "just remember your training and trust your instincts. the rest will take care of itself."

she gave him a small but grateful smile. having his steadfast faith in her abilities was like a rock she could cling to in the swirling sea of uncertainties that plagued her. she could only hope she was the same to him.

"one lap at a time," she said, steeling her resolve. "no thinking about the future or the naysayers. just me, the car and the track. and the occasional animal that comes to visit"

mick grinned. "that's my girl"

the piercing beep of the timer on y/n's phone jolted her back to reality, reminding her that there were still cookies baking in her room. "shit, i completely lost track of time. i'll go turn off the oven in my room first, then come back here to handle these."

mick flashed a warm smile at her. "don't worry about it. you look like you could use some rest."

"are you implying that I have dark circles under my eyes, schumacher?"

he chuckled. "i'm simply suggesting that i can take care of these ones. it'll only take me another five minutes." he stooped down to inspect the almost finished cookies through the glass door of the oven. "all under control."

she wanted to argue and offer her help, but exhaustion was slowly creeping up on her and a glance at the clock by mick's bedside showed that it was well past bedtime. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"probably have fewer cookies," he quipped with a playful grin.

she smiled, the worries that had been weighing on her mind starting to lift. somehow, he always knew how to make her feel better.

"alright, you win this time. i'll let you be the cookie master while i go get some rest."

as she turned to leave, mick called out "hey, don't forget we're going over race strategy first thing tomorrow morning. i'll bring the coffee if you bring the cookies."

"it's a deal," she said. "goodnight, mick. and…thank you."

"always." he smiled and gave a little wave as she slipped out the door into the quiet hallway.

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[missuga]

Nothing Personal — Ukai Keishin

Summary: Keishin Ukai is one of the most annoying rich assholes you’ve ever met, and he has his eyes set on you which you absolutely do not want.

Content Warnings and wc: nsfw | 18+ only femdom reader, handjob, edging, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphilia, s&m, degradation, praise kink, public sex, semi hate fucking | 8.2k

Note from Em: I wrote this for a rich boy themed collab piece on my old blog and really enjoyed it sooo here it is again lmfao. I love the plot so much I might do a pt two without smut idkkk

The breath you took in was slow and deep. Eyes shutting for a moment as you tried to collect yourself for what seemed like the hundredth time of the night. It seemed like everything was starting to get on your nerves.

Holding your drink, a bit too tight, you sipped it again. Hoping the slight burn of the sweet liquor would help quell the annoyance building in your stomach.

It probably would’ve too if you just hadn’t opened your eyes. If you shut yourself off from the abundance of people in the room, maybe you could’ve pulled yourself together and shove down what you were feeling. It wasn’t like you had a choice to be here, you might as well at least try to make it a little enjoyable.

But when you slowly opened your eyes. Blinking once to take in the sudden light, they fell directly on him. The person you could consider to be the cause of your anger, and it only got worse. His eyes were on you like he had been waiting for you to look at him.

Drinking a slow sip from his glass, you could see a smug smile peeking through. It made you grit your teeth in an attempt to not pull your lips back into a sneer. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head ever so slightly before winking at you.

Despite your parent’s warnings screaming loud in your head to be nice tonight. To just ignore the way, he seemed to piss you off in just the right way. You gripped your glass tighter, raising your other hand and flipping him off.

He let out a laugh at your actions. You couldn’t hear it through the loud room, but it still had the same effect. You didn’t need to be near him to know what it sounded like. The way it fell from the back of his throat, loud and so fucking obnoxious.

You sucked in another breath before breaking eye contact. Rolling your eyes, you pushed away from the bar you were leaning on, there were other places in the house that you could go to get a drink. Anywhere would be better than here if he would just stop following you.

This was your least favorite time of the year, charity season. Every weekend for two months straight, you were expected to attend each event held. Each one was a party poorly disguised to raise money. Even if the goals set were reached by the end of the night, the real purpose was to flaunt their money. Everyone tried to outdo the ones from the year before, you hated it. Especially since your parents forced you to go to each one.

You had to support their friends, they said. Like your presence made a difference in the massive crowds at these events. Each one you went to it was always the same, trying to nicely speak to everyone attending as to not bring your parents’ names down, or however, they had put it.

“Oh, miss y/n! How are you, Hun?” Holding back a small sigh, you stopped and turned to the direction your name came from. Forcing the corners of your mouth from the loose frown into a small smile.

Taking a second, you tried to place the face in your memory. You didn’t know how many times you had answered this question tonight, you lost count after ten. Most of the people that had stopped you were your parent’s friends. A lot of them you didn’t even know, but you entertained each one for a little bit, wanting to be polite.

“I’m well, thank you. How have you been? It’s been a while since I’ve run into you hasn’t it?”

That was your answer each time, it was easy enough to slip into a small conversation, and the other party would usually remind you of who they were. You just had to pretend you knew or remembered them long enough to find a way to slip out of the conversation.  It only took a moment longer when you spotted an excuse.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve got to slip away; it was nice to see you again.” The woman nodded, giving you a small smile as you moved around her. Letting out a breath you prepared yourself. There were only a few people at these parties that you could tolerate, and even that was a stretch.

Standing in the door frame with her hands on her hips staring up at one of the waiters that wandered the floor, it was already obvious that she was flirting with him.

“Y/n! I was looking for you!” Naomi’s voice was shrill as always, a strand of hair twirling between her middle and pointer fingers. You could tell she had already been drinking, her flushed face and lidded eyes doing nothing to hide it.

“Do you think there’s another bar here? I need another drink” At your mention of alcohol she perked up, completely forgetting about the nervous server in front of her as she gripped your hand and pulled you through the door.

“Why didn’t you want to go to the one in that room? They’re all serving the same stuff; well I think so anyway.” She asked, and you didn’t want to explain that it wasn’t the bar you were trying to get away from.

Naomi never understood your annoyance with Ukai, in her eyes he was just too hot to ever be mad at. You didn’t want to deal with her droning on about all the things she would let him do to her. IT was a good thing you didn’t see her very often; she was someone that would be hard to be around after a while.

Only seeing her at events like this was enough, she was already just… too much. Always dressed outrageously even for a black-tie dress code. She knew she had money, but she wanted others to see it too. Especially if the parties weren’t at her own home.

You ignored her question once more as the two of you entered another room, this one smaller than the other. Heading straight to the bar, it only took a minute before you held another drink in your hand. Sighing at the refreshing taste of the Mojito, you were only able to enjoy it for a moment before you watched Noami drinking down two shots of tequila within thirty seconds. She was going to be fun dealing with later.

“Naomi, how much have you had to drink already? Maybe you should slow down.” It was easier to talk in here, the music lower than in the other room.

“Nah, I’ll be fine! I just want to have some fun; you know how these parties get!” She slipped down into one of the couches loudly groaning. Being graceful wasn’t one of her strong suits.

You didn’t respond to that, sitting next to her and leaning back against the couch. Thankful that the room was nearly empty it gave you some time to relax. This whole day was starting to become a little overwhelming. All the parties like this were though. Constantly being surrounded by people you don’t know that were trying to put on the best show for others. It was incredibly exhausting.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” Your little bit of peace was interrupted. Naomi gripped onto your arm tightly and your eyes were forced open. For the second time, you found them on the person that just kept showing up. “Look!”

This time, Ukai’s weren’t on you so you were quick to look away. Shrugging your arm out of Naomi’s hold you rolled your eyes are her.

“Isn’t he so hot!” She said this about every one of the sons of both your parent’s friends. This was the only time her insistent fawning got under your skin. Sure, Ukai was attractive. But he was so god damn annoying, and it was like he knew the effect they had on you.

No matter how many times you interacted with him, it always resulted in the same outcome; you being utterly annoyed.

“If you want to thirst over him, do it somewhere else.” You sipped your drink again, knowing that she probably wouldn’t stop talking about him. Her mind was always on one thing, and that was who she could score for the night. Crossing a name of the list of rich sons she had yet to sleep with.

“I’m not thirsting! You know how many times I’ve tried for him. I just haven’t gotten him yet….. but I will.” Naomi turned to you again, the smile widening further, and you noticed her eyes flicking over your shoulder. Her hand snaked up to the thin straps of her dress, pulling them further on her shoulders as she stood up.

“Where are you going?” You didn’t dare turn behind you, the way her eyes were lingering over your shoulders you already knew what she was looking at. Ukai was probably at the bar now.

“Getting a drink, I’d ask you to come with me…. But you still have a lot of yours, Hun.” Tilting her head a bit, her eyes flicked down to the Mojito in your hand. “I’ll be back in a bit, you stay…. Comfortable.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sweetness in her tone, gritting your teeth to not say anything back to her. One of the things you couldn’t stand about her was how she’d drop anyone she’s talking to at the time if her target for the night shows up.

Leaning further into the couch, you kept your eyes fixed on the window across the room. Silently thanking Naomi for choosing this place to sit. Knowing she probably went to the bar to talk to Ukai, and that was the last thing you wanted to see right now. He was bad enough alone, but his cocky aura mixing with Naomi’s air-headedness was something you never wanted to witness.

The couch dipped behind your shoulders, and your attention was torn from the window. A second later Ukai slid over the back of the couch, resting his arm around your shoulders.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Of course, it was him, just your luck right.

“That doesn’t sound like a nice way to greet the owner of the house, now does it, sweetheart?” His voice was the same as always, laced with the smirk pulling at his lips You leaned away from him, raising an eyebrow.

“This is your Grandfather’s house, Ukai. Since when were you an old man with a drinking problem?” Shifting your eyes from him you sipped your drink again, trying to find comfort in it as you did before. The slight burn of the white rum doing nothing to distract you from the annoyance building in your stomach again. “But hey, you’re halfway there already. Just have to get old now.”

Ukai barked out a laugh at your words, even though he probably knew you were serious. You never really joked with him, especially when he tried teasing you. You tried your best to stay away from him at anything he was, but it never worked. He always found you by the end of the day.

You weren’t sure if he found it fun to fuck with you, but he always had the same smirk on his face when you snapped at him.

“You’re so funny, aren’t you? You know, you shouldn’t have let your best friend go to the bar alone, she looks a little too drunk already.” He pulled his arm back from the couch to bring his drink to his lips, taking a long sip. Resting it on his knee and leaning back into the couch, letting out a groan. “I hate these fucking parties. Too god damn long.”

“You’re tired already? Maybe you already are just like your old man, and she’s not my best friend. She can take care of herself.” You spoke, a part of you thinking about leaving but you were sure he’d follow you.

“That so?” Ukai looked back over the couch to the bar, a low hum pulling from his chest. You glanced up just in time to see Naomi walk up, one hand resting on her hip as she stared at you. She had a sweet smile on her lips, but you could see the way her eyes hardened when she looked between you and Ukai. “Sorry, sweetheart, took your seat.”

“That’s okay, Kei… I’m sure y/n wouldn’t mind moving over, would you?” One of her hands found her hair again, twirling a strand between her fingers just like before. You stared up at her for a second before swallowing the rest of your drink and pushing yourself off the couch.

“I was about to leave anyway, it’s alright. You two have fun, I need another drink.”

That was the last thing you said before moving away from the couch, fixing your eyes on the bar. Your grip was tight on the glass in your hand, and you set it down a little too hard on the counter. Ignoring the way the bartender raised an eyebrow, you waiting for another drink.

Looking back to the couch was a bad idea, you knew that. But for some reason, you were pulled to turn around. Regretting it almost immediately, you scowled when you saw Ukai staring at you. Somehow, you thought his grin grew bigger before Naomi’s hand slipped up to his cheek.

He said something to her, but you couldn’t understand. She was leaning closer to him, but he kept his eyes on you. Even as his head fell back as her lips pressed against his neck and his hand slipped up her back pulling her closer to him.

“Miss.”

“Hm?”

“Can you please take your drink?”

You turned back around to the bartender pushing your drink closer to you, and you had to shake your head for a second. Grabbing the drink you mumbled an apology before walking toward the hallway. Hoping that this time if you went alone, you’d find a place where Ukai, and preferably Naomi, weren’t.

Flashing one last look to them on the couch, you clenched your jaw at the look on Ukai’s face. He was still watching you, even as Naomi slipped into his lap, lips still attached to his neck. He sent you one last wink before you moved through the door.

 “I don’t understand why I have to come to all of these parties with you guys.” You’ve said this plenty of times before, and you met with the same answer each time.

“You have to represent our family, y/n. Especially since our good friends went through so much trouble preparing tonight’s event.” Your mother was sitting straight in her seat at the table, sipping on what looked to be champagne. Her eyes flicked down your form leaning back in your chair, “Would you sit up too.”

Sighing you listened to her and sat up, leaning on the table instead. Breathing in slow you shut your eyes, you knew your parents were going to make you stay the whole night, and these parties tended to last into the early morning. If you were lucky, the servers would start bringing out coffee.

“Ukai Senior spent a lot of time making sure this would be a nice night, you know how hard he works. Just try to relax, go have some fun.” You let out another short breath when your father’s hands rested on your shoulders. Opening your eyes giving him a small, forced smile. He was always trying to get you to spend time with his friend’s kids, even if you had told both your parents several times you wanted nothing to do with them. “Why don’t you go find Keishin? I saw him around here earlier.”

“I don’t know anyone named Keishin. Are you talking about Ukai Senior’s shithead grandson?”

“Y/n!” Your mother called out from across the table momentarily raising her voice. Your thoughts about Ukai weren’t hidden, and your parents knew what you felt. “Be a little respectful.”

Swallowing some of your drink you were about to respond, but an older couple walked up to the table. You didn’t know who they were, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Your mother’s demeanor shifting and a cheerful smile slipped onto her face.

Your father squeezed your shoulders before moving to the couple, shaking the man’s hand roughly. Clapping his back, they both laughed loudly at something you couldn’t hear. Standing from your seat, you walked away from the table going into the hall.

You walked around for a bit, trying to find a part of the house where there were fewer people. The constant jump from conversation to conversation was getting old, and you just needed a minute to yourself.

It had been nearly an hour since you saw Naomi or Ukai and it was quite nice. Easier to try and enjoy the night even for a bit. Every time you thought about his eyes on you as she slipped into his lap, you felt your stomach twist. He was such an asshole, but you weren’t surprised. You didn’t feel bad for Naomi either, they were perfect for each other. Two rich, spoiled brats.

You pushed open a random door, glad to find the room inside empty if you could even call it a room. It was bigger than you expected from the outside, and it looked to be a library of some kind.

After studying the shelves for a moment, you sat on one of the desks. Cursing yourself slightly for not getting another drink, not that it would do you any good, it was a nice way to take the edge off.

It was quiet in the library, almost too quiet. You found yourself nearly forgetting everything that happened before, it was relaxing. It didn’t take long for it to end though, you should’ve known. Even in a house this big, there wasn’t enough space to completely hid from those attending the party.

You didn’t look when you heard the door open, maybe you should’ve. But for some reason, you just couldn’t. Already knowing who it was just by the way the air shifted around you. The sound of his footsteps echoing around the room, bouncing off the thick wooden shelves.

The world seemed to have it out for you today. What you did to piss it off, you had no idea, but you were getting sick of being toyed with.

“Y/n, you do know there’s a party going on, right?” Turning to his direction, you sucked in a breath. You had been hoping it wouldn’t be him, but of course, it was. Ukai had the same stupid smile on his face as he walked up to the table you sat on.

“Wait really? I had no idea.” You deadpanned at him, not sure if you were surprised to see him or not. He had shown up in every room you had been in all night. You were pretty sure that he was doing this on purpose.

“Hm, weird.” He was standing in front of you now, staring down as you sat. You were getting tired of it fast.

“Is there something you want, Ukai?” You crossed your arms, staring back at him. He was quiet, expression shifting into something you hadn’t seen on him before.

You were about to say something else when he moved down to you, hands on either side of your thighs as you sat. You could smell the scotch on his breath now.

“I want you.” He was leaning closer. You couldn’t stop the laugh tearing from the back of your throat at his words. Pushing one of your hands against his chest, you stopped him.

“Is that why you’ve been following me around? You were waiting for a chance to catch me alone, hm?” Leaning back on your other hand, you looked up to him, meeting his gaze with confidence.

“No, I was trying to talk to you, sweetheart. “ Ukai looked shocked for a moment. You knew he was used to girls nearly throwing themselves at him, just like Naomi earlier.

“Is that why Naomi was all over you too? Did you not get enough?” You pushed against his chest more, sitting up fully.

“We didn’t do anything.”

“Didn’t do anything….. that’s not all those bruises look like.” You flicked your eyes to his neck, making your unamused expression obvious as you looked back at his stare. “If you want someone that badly, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to take you back.”

The expression on his face was starting to annoy you, the fact that after the entire night of you making it clear what you felt about him, he had the nerve to say that. Especially after making out with Naomi while staring at you.

“If we’re done here, you can leave. I thought I made it obvious that I don’t want you, but I guess you’re denser than I thought.” You gripped one of his wrists tightly before moving it away from your side, slipping from the table after he didn’t speak for a moment. “Fine, if you don’t want to leave, I will.”  

A part of you wanted to explore the way his face fell a little when you said that. The usual grin barely there, and for once you weren’t as annoyed when you looked at him.

“Wait.”

“What?” You let out a loud sigh when you turned from walking to the door, seeing Ukai following you once more. “What could you possibly want now? Stop following me, Ukai!”

His hands were clenched in tight fists, but you honestly didn’t care. You weren’t even sure why you stopped; it only gave him one more opportunity to fuck with you. He didn’t say anything again, and it was starting to piss you off.

“I swear to god you’re going to regret ever coming into this room. What do you find so fun in fucking with me? It would be so easy to just leave me alone, you know that?” Your voice was getting louder as you spoke. The annoyance sitting in your stomach all night finally spilling out. You threw your hands up in the air as you talked, pushing a finger into his chest not even realizing you were walking toward him. “You’re so fucking annoying, Ukai! Always saying some stupid shit to me.”

Backing up in step with your movements, you pushed Ukai into the desk. The anger that was building from his quietness was mixing with the alcohol swimming in your veins. Gripping the fabric of his button-up you pulled his face close to yours, that’s when you noticed the smirk on his lips again.

“You’re hot when you’re mad, you know that?” He sounded the same as before, only a little quieter. One of his hands slipped onto your waist and your lips pulled back at the feeling.

“Shut the fuck up.”

That’s all you said before pulling him down, pressing your lips to his roughly. You could tell he was taken back by your action, but you didn’t care.

You weren’t even sure why you did this, maybe it was the alcohol or the way his eyes were lingering on your lips. Wanting nothing more than to shut him up, and this worked. The kiss was sloppy. Your teeth clashing, as both of you fought for control. His arm snaked around your waist pulling you closer to him, slipping further onto the table behind him.

“Thought you didn’t want me, babe.”

“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, Ukai.” Gripping his chin you pulled him closer to your face, your breath ghosting over his lips as you spoke low. “If you can’t handle that, I’ll leave. I don’t want to waste my time pretending I care about you.”

“Alright then, princess. Let me take care of you.” Ukai’s hands slipped down the curve of your ass, gripping the bottom of your dress. The smirk was still on his face, even after your words.

“You won’t be taking care of anything. After the shit you put me through, you don’t deserve it.” Your grip tightened on his chin before you let it slip to his neck, pushing his head back.

“Don’t deserve it? How do you mean?” You noticed the smile falter a little bit, and he forced back into place. Your other hand slipped down his torso, dragging your pointer finger along his belt. You studied the slight pink that spread across his cheeks.

“You know exactly what I mean.” That’s all you gave him in response before moving your hand further down. Raising an eyebrow when you cupped his already hardening length through his pants. “Hard already? How boring, I’ve barely touched you. Maybe you like being manhandled, is that why you were such a little brat all night?”

“Fuck you.” Ukai’s face fell fully, the blush spreading further across his cheeks. Despite his words, you felt his grip tighten on your dress. Your grip tightened on his neck as he stared down at you through lidded eyes.

“Awe, you don’t have to be embarrassed, baby.” Palming him through his pants your lips pulled back into a grin, you weren’t expecting him to be like this. A soft breathy moan slipped from him at your touch. “Hm, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice even, especially as forced his chin down to look at you.

“Good.” You stop moving your hand and drop your hand from his neck. Taking a moment to undo the buckle and slip his belt loose.

Wasting no time you undid his pants, pulling them down just enough for you to grip his length. Loosely pumping it, he leaned forward catching your lips in his. It didn’t take long for his hips to start moving with your hand, trying to meet your slow pace.

“Stop moving.” Your hand found his cheek again, cupping it gently before gripping his jaw lightly. Voice low as you spoke, slowing your hand even further before gripping the base tightly. “You’re so eager, what happened to your big talk before?”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck off, hm? I don’t think you really want me to, Keishin.” You leaned in close, kissing him again he let out a breath when you pulled away too soon. “The way your cock is already throbbing in my hand doesn’t feel like you want me to fuck off, does it? C’mon, answer me.”

You were starting to become overwhelming. He wasn’t expecting this to happen, especially with you. Not being used to the lack of control. He wasn’t inexperienced by a long shot, he’d just never lost control like this, and so fast too.

“Keishin, answer me.” He was pulled out of his thoughts, eyes focusing on you again he shook his head slightly. Trying not to acknowledge the bright blush on his face.

“Y/n, I want you.” His voice was quiet as he answered, words mumbled together. You didn’t know if it was from the number of drinks he had tonight or the fact he couldn’t look you in the eye.

This was a side of him you never thought you’d see, and you loved it. Being able to wipe that stupid smirk off his face in a few simple actions, satisfaction burned hot in your chest.

“That’s what I thought, sweetheart.”

Pumping your hand again you moved it slowly, twisting around the tip. Swirling the bit of precum that was already leaking around, using it to help your strokes. His soft groans filled the quiet library, and it brought a smile to your face.

“You know if this is what you wanted the whole time. You could’ve just asked nicely; you didn’t have to be a brat about it.”

“No I-fuck, y/n.” If it wasn’t for your grip on his face, he would’ve turned away from you. Suddenly not wanting you to see his face, the look in your eyes sat heavy in his stomach. “That’s not why…”

He trailed off, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his attempt to turn his face.

“Can’t look at me now? Why what happened? You didn’t seem to have a problem staring at me when Naomi was practically fucking you on the couch.” You swore his face deepened two shades of pink at your words. “Maybe you liked that though, I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Moving your thumb up, you pulled his bottom lip from between his teeth. He let out a loud moan when your thumb slid over the tip of his length, pressing into the slit.

“Too much for you? How pathetic.”

“Fuck, no, I want to feel you.” His voice was taking on a whiney edge, you weren’t expecting.

“Hm, well you wanted me so badly, so you can have me like this, or not at all. Sounds like you like it, moaning loudly like the little whore you are.” You pressed your lips to his neck now, focusing on the marks already there. He sucked in a breath and you let his head fall back, letting his chin go.

His noises sounded so nice. Softer and breathier than you would’ve thought. His hands slid up your back stopping when they gripped your shoulders tightly. You pushed your body between his legs further.

It was embarrassing how good your hand felt, you were overwhelming him. He couldn’t stop the moans from slipping out, it was so hard to hold back. To not move as you told him before, for some reason it was like he had to listen to you.

“Ahh, fuckfuck-“

He was throbbing more in your hand, and you felt his hips start to squirm again. Despite your threat of making him cum like this, you stopped your hand and pulled back. Ignoring the desperate groan that he let out at the lack of pleasure.

You saw his eyes widen as you stepped away from him, a small smile resting on your lips as you fixed your dress. After all, that time of him constantly teasing and messing with you, you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

“Where are you going?” Ukai’s voice wavered as he watched you walk towards the door. You only shrugged in response, eyes lingering on the way his hands gripped the desk and how his chest heaved.

“Not sure. You should clean yourself up, Ukai. You look like a mess.” With one last smile sent toward him, you left the room. Not even bothering to shut the door behind you.

The look on his face stuck in the front of your thoughts as you walked down the hall. It was honestly satisfying seeing the way he looked at you, a mix of shock and need. Face flushing a deeper shade of red once he realized that you were actually leaving.

He looked so adorable, even for someone as annoying as him. Sure he was attractive, but the personality that came with it was off-putting. You didn’t know why he was so insistent on ruining each of the parties you went to, but you didn’t want to bother asking.  

It didn’t take long for him to find you again, but honestly, you were a little surprised. Thinking he was going to stay in the library and take care of himself. His face was still covered in soft blush and you could tell it was hard for him to look you in the eyes.

Your attention lingered on him for a moment before shifting back to your mother, sitting at the table with them once more. She had asked once you sat down why you were in such a good mood when you came back, all you did was give a small smile and shrug.

It would’ve been hard to explain to her that you finally got back at Ukai, even if it just barely scratched the surface of everything he deserved. Seeing him stand next to his grandfather with his head dipped a little bit, and his hands shoved in his pockets made you feel even more satisfied. It was enough for now.

“Keishin, are you alright honey? You look a little flushed, do you want to sit down for a bit?” Your mother’s voice carried over the table laced with worry. Looking at him you had to stifle a laugh when he shook his head, you weren’t used to him being so quiet. Especially with your parents.

He always had something to say before, some stupid remark falling from his lips every time they opened. You couldn’t help but wonder if you should’ve done something earlier to shut him up.

“You sure, Kei? Did you have too much to drink?” Your tone was sickly sweet when you turned to look up at him, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Using the other one to wave at the chair next to you. “No one is sitting here, come on sit for a bit.”

“Y/n, you’re so kind. Go on Keishin, get off your feet and sit.” His grandfather slapped his shoulder and pushed him forward. He tensed for a moment, eyes flicking from the chair to you several times before he let out a breath and sat down. Eyes fixed on the table in front of him as your parents talked to his grandfather. You weren’t paying attention to what they were saying. For once your attention was on Ukai, he was so different from before.

“Kei, you want some water?” Pushing a glass to rest in front of him you gave him a soft smile, it almost seemed like you cared about how he was feeling. You could tell that he knew differently though.

“Oh, uh, sure. Thanks.” He gripped the glass tight in his hand before taking a sip of it, forcing a small smile when he glanced at you. He still wasn’t quite meeting your eyes. You wanted to see how far you could push him again.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” You dropped your voice low, leaning on the table closer to him. Glancing at your parents, they were either too engrossed in the conversation to notice how differently you were acting, or too drunk.

Letting your other hand rest lightly on his arm, you squeezed it gently. Drawing his eyes to look at you, for only a moment before he dropped them again.

“What’s the matter, you had no problem looking at me before. Is there something I did?” Your voice mocked innocence, but you couldn’t pull the satisfied grin from your face when you saw him stiffen. You were having too much fun with this.

After so many nights of him fucking with you, all it took was for you to barely indulge in his need for him to completely change the way he acted toward you.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” He was quiet when he spoke. Much quieter than any other time you heard him talk tonight. His voice lost the snarky edge it held before as well.

“If you’re sure then.” You slowly started trailing your hand up his arm before moving it to rest on his knee under the table, you felt him tense under your touch. “You know you can always talk to me.”

Dragging your fingers slowly up his thigh, carefully watching his face. His eyes were stuck on your parents across the table, the light pink that seemed to be stuck on his cheeks darkening as you moved your hand higher.

For once you were sure he couldn’t say anything if he wanted to. You’d never been so bold with him like this before, but you didn’t care. Wanting to draw out what he was feeling from when you left the library longer.

“Come on, talk to me.” You leaned in further, your voice was quieter as you spoke. His eyes flashed to yours when your hand finally stopped moving up his thigh. You could feel his pants tighten under your touch and you almost laughed, it was too easy. Pressing your hand against his once hardening length you hummed disapprovingly. “I thought I told you to take care of this, Kei.”

You heard him suck in a breath, and his grip tightened on the glass of water. Looking to your parents once more he shook his head, trying to collect himself. He shouldn’t have been so affected by your touch like this.

“I couldn’t.”

Your eyes widened a bit at his words, but you didn’t stop your hand slowly palming him. Not expecting him to respond at all let alone with that.

“You couldn’t? That’s a little pathetic, Kei. Is that why you’re so embarrassed?” He looked away from you at that, breathing heavier as he tried to hold any noise that was trying to pull from his throat back.

“I’m not embar-“

“You kids okay?” Your attention was pulled to his grandfather, and you gave him a small smile. Pulling away from Keishin, but keeping your hand pressed against him under the table.

“Yes, sir. Kei isn’t feeling that good, I was asking if he wanted to get some food.” His grandfather grinned at your words, looking between you and Keishin. Once he turned away again, satisfied with your answer you moved your hand from him and stood up. “Let’s go get you some… food.”

It was almost like he was afraid to follow you, not that you blamed him, but it was a little amusing to see him walking slowly behind you. After he had followed you around all night, this was satisfying.

“Where’s your room.”

“What?” You glanced behind you at him, slowing so he’d walk next to you.

“Your room here, we’re going to it.” It wasn’t like you had forgiven him for everything he had done tonight, just that you wanted to see the look on his face again when you brought him just to the edge.

Every time he made any sort of advance on you, you were sure he didn’t think about how you would actually be. The image of you in his mind as a little innocent girl that would fall for his annoying flirting was wrong, and you loved proving it to him.

You wasted no time pushing him into the room when he opened the door. He didn’t touch you at first, but you could tell that he wanted to. All his confidence from earlier was gone now as he stared at you, waiting for you to do something.

“Don’t get this twisted, sweetheart. This doesn’t change anything, I just want to see you shaking under me, got that? You were so.. cute earlier, I was a little surprised.” You started pushing him back toward the bed, his knees hit the edge of the mattress and you pushed against his shoulders forcing him to sit.

Climbing on top into his lap you couldn’t help the smile that forced itself on your lips. He gripped your hips gently eyes never leaving yours like he was scared of what you’d do if he did.

“Awe, Kei. You’re already blushing again; I’ve never seen you like this before. Maybe you needed this to happen, so you can finally learn your place with me.” Pressing your lips to his neck you nipped one of the dark marks from before, pressing your core into him as you did. Feeling your own arousal building once more.

A low groan slipped from his lips as you ground your hips into him, your dress slipping higher as you did. He was a lot quieter than before, and even though you kind of liked it, you wanted to hear him.

“Come on, don’t be shy all of a sudden. Where did your feistiness go?” Gripping his chin you pulled his face close to yours, your breath hot against his lips as you spoke.

“I’m being not shy.”  That’s all he responded with before he connected your lips again. After a moment you pushed against his shoulders, breaking the short kiss before he could deepen it.

“No, I don’t think you deserve to kiss me. Not after the way you were acting all night.” He stared at you for a moment, trying to process your words.

You didn’t give him another chance to say anything before you moved off of him.  Undoing his belt once more pushing down his pants just enough for you to grip him.

“Still so hard.” You let some spit drip down into your hand, using it to slowly stroke him. Taking your movements slow. Dragging your fingers on the underside, stopping before reaching the tip, and going back down.

You wanted this to last. To see how far you could push him before he would break down. It probably wouldn’t be that long, seeing as how he reacted to your simple touch at the table.

“Don’t tease me.” You glanced up to him, raising an eyebrow at his words.

“Don’t tease you, hm? I don’t think you’re in the position to be telling me what to do, Kei. Be a good little boy for me or I just might leave again, and I won’t come back. Even if you have a hard time taking care of yourself.” You spoke, your voice taking on a slightly annoyed edge. If he was going to act like a brat again, you had no interest in staying here. It didn’t bother you if you left him here. It was probably what he deserved. “Got it? You going to be good for me, or am I going to be wasting my time?”

“No…” His eyes dropped from yours again, ears reddening at your sternness. He didn’t want you to see him like this, he felt a little pathetic under your harsh gaze. “I’ll be good.”

Flicking your thumb over the tip, you greedily watched as his hips jutted forward a bit. Not bothering to tell him not to move, he probably wouldn’t be able to hold himself still anyways.

It didn’t take long for his moans to start up again. Still sensitive from your teasing earlier, he was nearly throbbing in your hand already.

“Kei, sweetheart are you already close? Are you going to cum just from this? Not that I’m surprised you can’t hold yourself back, I bet that’s the reason you were so damn annoying earlier. You just wanted me so badly didn’t you?” You leaned close into his face again, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to look at you. A smirk forced its way onto your lips at his expression.

His bottom lip pulled between his teeth trying to muffle the noises that wouldn’t stop, especially as you focused your hand on the sensitive tip.

“I want to fuck you,” He started, voice a little shaky as his breathing started getting deeper. “Please.”

“Hm, no. I don’t think so.” You pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips, staring down at him hoping he could see the distaste you held for him in your eyes. “The thing is, Keishin. I don’t want to fuck you a slut like you; I just want you to stop following me around.”

Gathering the precum that oozed out, you sped up your hand. Despite your harsh words, his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. A long low whine falling from the back of his throat when you moved your hand from his chin to wrap around his neck. Pressing your fingers into his pulse, reveling in the way his rise and fall of his chest sped up.

You could tell he was close again. Letting your hand slow again you chuckled lowly at the way his eyes flew open, hips jerking up trying to chase your hand.

“You don’t get to cum yet, not until you ask me for it. I can do this all night Kei, you know how long these parties get. I’m sure no one will even notice that you’re gone, except for the peace and quiet that would follow.” You gripped the base of his length tightly, stopping your movements altogether. His eyebrows furrowed at the feeling and he let out a breathy moan. “Maybe I should keep you’re here all night, give everyone downstairs a nice little gift of not having to deal with your bullshit for once.”

Pressing your lips down his jaw you grinned at the way his hips were squirming. Loosening your hold on his throat you at the same time you ran your thumb around the tip of his cock. Dipping to press against the slit slightly, smearing more of the precum.

His length matched the dark red burning of his cheeks as you teased him. Pushing him close to the edge once more before ripping him back, you were having too much fun but he wasn’t at the point you wanted him yet.

“Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

He almost shook his head, unable to form any words as your fingers slowly dragged up and down his aching length. He didn’t want to give into you, but it was so damn hard. So hard to resist your expert touches, no one else had made him feel like this before, even if he was far from inexperienced.

“Please.” He found himself uttering the word before he even knew it. Cheeks burning a deeper shade of red as your looked up to him, the satisfied grin on your face making him feel small as you kept your slow movements.

“That’s not good enough, ask again.” Tugging on his bottom lip you jerked his head back up when he lowered his eyes from yours. His hands were gripping the sheets on the bed tightly as you did so. A part of him loved the roughness of your actions, even if he wanted to cum so badly.

“Can I cum, please, y/n?” He started again, breathing out a slow shaky breath as he paused. “Please I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

“You promise, huh. You better not fall back on those words, I don’t like liars, Keishin. Be careful of what you say.” You started stroking him faster, twisting your hand around the tip tightly as you did. Dropping his face you let your hand rest on his thigh, gripping it tight as you pressed your upper body against him.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please please don’t stop.” He sounded so whiney now, voice taking on a pitched tone. Head falling back some as you brought him close once more. Taking in every part of his face as it contorted in pleasure, you almost stopped again. But his begging was just so pretty, a small part of you thought he deserved it.

You felt his thigh tense under your grip, a loud groan tearing from his throat as you finally let him come. Keeping the pace of your hand as you milked his cock, hot spurts of cum covering your hand and his shirt.

“What a good boy, Kei. Good job asking me, baby.”  Despite everything he did, he looked so pretty with his eyes screwed shut, a couple tears slipping down his cheeks. You couldn’t help yourself from moving your hand to cup his face, thumb wiping away the tears. Stopping your hand only when his moans turned into something akin to slight sobs.

Wiping your hand off on his shirt you stood up, stretching some from the crouched state you were in. He grabbed your wrist, trying to control his breath as he came down.

“Stay with me tonight, please.” You almost felt a little bad for him. Staring up at you through lidded eyes, he looked a little adorable.

“Why do you want me to. You were a dick to me all night.”

“I’m sorry.” He started, letting go of your wrist, this was the first time he sounded sincere the entire night. “Will you please stay? I don’t want you to leave right now.”

For some reason, you couldn’t tell him no. Even if you didn’t want to stay with him, you found yourself being pulled into his chest under his covers wearing one of his old t-shirts. His arm wrapped around your waist as you listened to his breathing.

You were thankful to be away from the party downstairs and out of the dress you had on all night. It wasn’t awkward like you thought it’d be, even as he buried his face into your hair and hugged you tight to him.

“Kei, you’re going to have to make me believe you’re actually sorry. Because right now I don’t believe a word you said.” You spoke quietly, feeling the exhaustion of the night pulling at you but you wanted to let him know.

“I know, I will.” His voice mimicked your softness, there was something else swimming in it that you couldn’t quite pick apart. “I am really sorry though.”

“Hm, yeah well we can talk about it in the morning. Go to sleep.”

You almost didn’t hear the next time he spoke, letting yourself get pulled into sleep. You weren’t sure if you imagined it or not. They came long after the both of you stopped talking, he probably thought you were asleep.

“I wish you knew I love you.”

[from-the-clouds]

Kiss Me More (Part II) - Zemo/Reader

Masterlist || Part One

Summary: Part two, read part one if you haven’t already! Sam & Bucky put reader in charge of looking after Zemo....again. Series loosely inspired by this song.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Kissing, heavy petting, mentions of sex, minor TFATWS spoilers.

A/N: Wow! I was so shocked on the feedback I got on the first part of this story. It has nearly 800 notes. I’m not used to my writing getting that kind of attention so I really appreciate the love. I decided to make this into at least a 3-4 part series and there will be eventual smut, but I feel like there’s something sweet between these two that goes beyond an obvious physical attraction, so I do want to build that a bit before we get there. This weekend I rewatched TFATWS & Civil War because I’m officially obsessed with Zemo lol. Please let me know what you think, and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :) 

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“Keep an eye on him.”

Y/N watched Bucky and Sam split off again. That was now at least the third time she’d heard that phrase since she arrived in Riga. Little did they know, she was probably the worst person to be put in charge of Zemo. Truthfully, it was starting to be a little insulting.

It was unclear why she’d been brought along on this mission, when half the time Sam and Bucky were talking in hushed tones just out of her earshot. There was always more to the story than they told her, but this time, it felt like she was more out of the loop than ever.

She adjusted the neckline of the sweater she wore out of an abundance of caution, checking subconsciously to make sure it hadn’t exposed the mark Zemo had left on her from the day before. It was a discovery she’d made that morning, and persisted despite her efforts to cover it up with makeup.

“According to those two, I must be the best at babysitting you,” she muttered under her breath. It was petty, so she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him to hear. But he did.

“Babysitting?” Zemo lifted an eyebrow. 

“You know, a nanny, a governess….whatever a Baron’s equivalent is,” she said, looking him in the eye for the first time that day, which was a mistake. He looked so handsome in that long, fur-lined coat, tall and refined, hair styled perfectly. There had to be warrants out for his arrest since escaping prison, and in his current getup, he was hard to miss. 

It wasn’t easy to ignore the stifling tension between them. The Baron hadn’t left her thoughts since she’d closed the door on him the evening before. Now they were alone again. She couldn’t decide if that was thrilling or terrifying, so she decided on both.

“It’s nice of them to give us some alone time,” Zemo stepped close to her, one gloved hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Despite the cool temperature outside, it was the first thing today that had her shivering. 

“Walk with me,” he commanded sternly. She saw no opportunity to refuse as they started in the direction opposite of where Bucky and Sam had disappeared. 

“Zemo-”

“Helmut,” he corrected her. “But go on…”

“We have to focus on figuring out where Donya’s funeral will be,” she said, feeling his hand slide down to settle on the small of her back, trying to inch away, but he just pulled her closer. “We can’t waste time.”

“I know Riga inside and out, that won’t be as difficult as you and your friends think,” he murmured. His proximity was already suffocating. Or maybe comforting. It was hard to tell. “Tell me, what is your business with them? You aren’t an Avenger. This was my first time hearing your name.”

She snorted, finally finding the strength to pull away, and he dropped his hand. That was one thing that had confounded her. He was confident, took liberties with what others would allow, but knew when to stop pushing. There was something alluring to his nature. 

“I’m not,” she responded, wondering how much she was willing to share. When she stole a glance out of the corner of her eyes, his head was lowered, leaning in, listening intently for her response. She wondered if he really cared, or if he was good at pretending. It was easy to believe that he did.

“Bucky and I aren’t that different,” she continued. “That’s why we’re friends. I’m not a super soldier, but I was taught how to fight, how to kill. I followed orders for too long without questioning whether or not I was doing the right thing. And at least now, I think I am.”

“You think,” he repeated, and corrected her again like he had the day before. As much as she wanted some kind of clever or quick quip back, she wore her heart on her sleeve for the moment and shrugged. There was nothing to defend when she still wasn’t sure what responsibilities she had in this world. 

Zemo halted, and she paused too, turning back to look at him. “So you were an assassin,” he murmured, reaching out. Nodding slightly, she lowered her eyes when his gloved thumb brushed across her face. The buttery, overpowering smell of leather took her over as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I would’ve never guessed. Du bist so süß.”

Her knowledge of German was limited, but she could see a flash of what looked like affection in his eyes. He couldn’t be lying, could he? She wondered. She wanted to trust that he wasn’t, wanted to identify every good part of him she could, so she could justify the overwhelming attraction she felt towards him. Something in her just kept pulling forward against her will, like a magnet.

“You’d be surprised,” she answered, but didn’t pull away. The intensity of his gaze made her feel weak, but there was something strangely reassuring in his eyes. It was just the two of them, standing on a crowded sidewalk.

She rose her hand to clasp around his, frowning when she felt the hard loop of a ring on one of his gloved fingers. It had gone unnoticed by her, until now. He still wore a wedding band. 

It would have been easy to vocalize the observation, gauge his reaction, try to regain some upper hand and remind him who exactly he was dealing with. But, it would’ve been pointlessly cruel, as she knew what that felt like to answer that question. Those days were behind her, now. 

As if the universe was scolding her, a loud car horn broke through the perceived silence. His hand dropped from her face, and they began to walk again. 

“I had lots of time to think in prison,” he said after a heady pause in conversation. “About the things I’d done. Whatever intentions you have, to someone, you’re always the enemy. What I thought was important, trying to serve the greater good, it isn’t always worth the trouble. I was trying to protect what I had already lost, the places and people I’d taken for granted.”

Deciphering his words, she took a moment before responding. “That’s actually...very insightful,” she said, partly surprised by what he’d shared, appreciating that he felt her vulnerability, and matched it in his response.

“I know you’re stunned I’m not a brute,” he answered, increasing his pace to a determined strut rather than a lazy stroll. She was forced to keep up with him. “You’ve been told what to think about me by Sam and Bucky.”

She scoffed. “Not just them. The entire world. All the people you’ve hur-”

He halted and turned to face her so quickly, she collided with his chest and her breath caught in her throat. 

“I’m not that man anymore,” his voice was nearly a growl, disgust laced in his features as he looked down at her. 

But as soon as she recognized it, he became expressionless again, backing away. Falling back into step beside him, they continued to walk, a bit faster than they had been before. She followed him, at this point convinced that she might get lost without his guidance, but a little startled by his sudden change in behavior.

“What do you think of Riga?” he asked her as they cut through an alleyway. His voice held none of the venom that it had a few moments ago, so she wondered if she’d just hit a sore nerve.

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, admiring the old brick buildings and fine architecture. “But I think I haven’t had much of a chance to appreciate it.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

They ducked under an alcove, and she realized he’d carefully led her off the crowded streets. It was much quieter here. She suddenly didn’t feel as protected as she had been with him in the open. The temperature in the shaded space was much lower than expected. And he was standing over her, waiting for some response she didn’t know if she could give. 

“I haven’t forgotten about last night, liebling,” he continued. 

Of course she had been thinking of him. Nearly nonstop. What they’d shared, what it meant. She hadn’t been able to sleep until she relieved herself, fingers rubbing her clit and delving into her warmth, whimpering his name when she finally came. Still, it had done little to quell the ache inside her. 

It was a horrible thing, she’d decided. Objectively horrible, and unprofessional. There was the consideration of accessibility. What did he see in her beyond a means to an end? Was she really going to throw everything she’d worked for away to a man who was going to use her to scratch an itch?

Too much was at stake, Sam and Bucky’s trust, her reputation, her job, and she couldn’t allow it to go on. 

But oh, how much she wanted it to. 

“Yesterday was nice,” she straightened up, holding her own. “I won’t lie to you.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly in a self-satisfied smirk. 

“But I’m not foolish,” she continued. “Coming on to the first woman you see after you get out of jail? Seems pretty convenient.”

At first, the Baron tilted his head to the side, his brows pulled together at her words. But after a moment, the smile returned, and he chuckled. “Is that what you think this is about?”

“Don’t insult me, Helmut,” she said sternly, trying her best not to feel embarrassed. She was only being honest.

“Are you always so severe to yourself?” he asked, tutting lightly. 

It would have been better to say nothing. Why give him anything at all? 

She didn’t answer his question, just backed away from him and began walking in no particular direction, wanting only to increase the space between them and regain her common sense. That was impossible however, as she was jolted backwards before she even knew what was happening, a firm hand on her upper arm, and she was chest to chest with Zemo once more. 

“We were in Madripoor together. I could’ve had my way with many women there if I wanted. But I didn’t.”

“Please-” she rolled her eyes.

“If all I wanted to do was fuck someone, I could have done it by now,” he stalked forward, the air pressure around them dropping, weighed by the tension hanging thick between them. “But that’s not what I want. I want you.”

His words, spoken in a soft, low purr rattled away every bit of resolve she had left in her. Some last ditch effort found her stepping backwards, but her body met the brick wall behind them and she realized he had her cornered. 

In more ways than one, she thought.

Taking in a shaky breath, she looked up at his eyes, clouded with lust. “I know you want me,” he said, not a shred of doubt in his voice. But why should there have been? He was right. 

Her eyes darted around, like someone or something around them was going to jump out and save her from herself. It didn’t go unnoticed. “There’s no need to be scared, liebling. I feel it, too.”

With that, he closed the gap between their lips. He tasted sweet, like the candies he’d been eating back at his flat. Turkish delight. She was drowning in him again, his scent, his touch, everything about him enveloped and beguiled her. Her shirt had bunched up slightly somewhere along their walk and his gloved hands explored the exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

She surrendered, letting him tease open her mouth and claim her wholly. It was still bad, she knew. But there wasn’t any last bit of self-control left in her. 

The layers of clothing between them didn’t allow for the same proximity she’d had to him the evening before. Groaning in delight and frustration, she reached up to tangle and rake her fingers through his hair, as his fingers curled around the top of her sweater, revealing the sensitive skin of her neck. 

“Don’t hide this,” his lips left hers as his eyes focused on the stamp of affection he’d left behind the day before. “Let them see.”

“You know I can’t,” she responded, sheepishly pulling it back into place. Studying her with amiable consideration, his hand rose to brush tenderly across her cheekbone. 

“I thought you’d come to me last night,” she confessed, drawing away slightly, shocked by her own admission. But right now, she didn’t feel the need to put up as much of a facade. He looked positively virile; panting, his cheeks flushed and hair mussed, pupils blown out as he focused on her. To know she was the cause of his current state of disarray gave her an immense amount of satisfaction. A buried, salacious part of her wondered what else she could do to make him look even more unkempt.

“I considered it,” he said, sounding almost timid. “But I want to do this right.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss beneath her ear. “In private, so no one can disturb us,” he continued, lips moving down her neck. “We can take our time, you can be as loud as you’d like.”

The mental image he was currently painting for her was doing very little to strengthen her convictions, whatever those had been. The thought of her legs wrapped around his torso, naked bodies pressed together sent a bolt of electricity through the pit of her stomach, radiating outwards. She wanted his lips on every inch of her skin. Aching at the possibility, the present tease of his teeth nibbling on her collarbone wasn’t helping.

“You know we can’t,” she didn’t try to stop the thought as it came out of her mouth.

“What is there to lose?”

Everything, she thought, but didn’t answer. She couldn’t really, as his gloved hand was trailing slowly under her jacket and sweater, against her bare skin, and cupping her breast through her bra. Whimpering, she couldn’t control the way her body arched against his.

Hooking her knee on his hip, she let him press forward, feeling the warmth of his excitement through his trousers and her jeans. He ground against her once, teasingly, and she moaned softly into his mouth. 

He was the one to pull away, and she was thankful he did. “Think about it, liebling,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Du hast die Kontrolle.”

“We can’t,” she answered again, but even she didn’t believe herself. Raking her hands through her hair and adjusting her rumpled sweater, she straightened up. “We have a job to do.”

Brushing past him out of the alcove, each step she took away from him gave her the self control she desperately needed. She glanced over her shoulder to see him reluctantly trudging behind. At this point, she wasn’t foolish. There were only two ways this could end.

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Part III

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[awakeshedreams]

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

[liliansun]

Pick & Choose | 11 - Butterfly

1.6k wc

warnings : mentions of cheating

Between your fight with Jake and Sunghoon blowing you off to water his grass, you had no intention to let them ruin your birthday with your brother. As if he could hear your thoughts, he knocked on your door. As usual, he was dressed to impress. His outfit was drenched in style and he had fixed his hair in the perfect way, he looked like he was planning to walk a runway. You on the other hand was still in your pajamas, sitting on the edge of your bed sulking.

“Y/n, what are you doing? We leave in 30 minutes.” He said, utterly disappointed by your not even near being ready state. You shrugged, falling back on your bed with a whine. You heard him sigh before feeling the bed dip beside you. “You can’t let this effect you, not on our day.” He was right, this was your day with your brother and you shouldn’t be butt hurt. “He’s right, y/n.” said a familiar voice from behind your door.

You smiled, sitting up on the bed. “And what do I owe the pleasure?” You said, hearing a shuffle behind the door. “I’m your date for the night.” Both you and Sunoo laughed, getting off the bed as your door opened. There he stood, dressed in his weekend finest. He was a sight for adoring eyes, a face sculpted by the gods. “You clean up nice, hee.” You said with a smile, reaching your hands out for him.

He stepped into your room, grabbing your hands and pulling you off your bed. “Only the best for my wife.” He said, earning a snorted laugh from the boy on your bed. “Now let’s get you dressed, we gotta birthday party to attend.” Said your brother, getting off your bed and smiling at you. You knew you didn’t have a choice, Sunoo was going to make you go either way, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

By the time you were supposed to leave, you had finished getting ready. You styled your hair loosely to complement your outfit for the evening. As you walked down the stairs, Heeseung waited at the door for you. His eyes formed sweet crescents, holding his hand out for you. “Look at you, you look beautiful y/n.” He said, giving you a little twirl once you held onto his hand. Smiling, you leaned into the comfort of your friend. He always found a way to ease your tension. “C’mon, let’s go celebrate your birthday.” He said, signaling for you and Sunoo to follow him to his car.

The ride to Jay’s house seemed a lot shorter than it should’ve been, most likely due to the nerves that rattled your body. You knew both Jake and Sunghoon would be there, but would they talk to you? Would you talk to them? You felt Heeseung’s hand squeeze yours, giving you a feeling of reassurance. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? Besides, how many people would be at the party anyway? It was for your birthday after all.

A lot, a lot of people who you didn’t know yet knew you. As soon as you and Sunoo stepped out the car, people were congratulating you both and wishing you a happy birthday. You weren’t used to the attention, it made you feel uneasy. There was a lot of eyes on you and you wished they’d all just look away. Immediately, you spotted Ningning and Beomgyu. Jungwon, Yeonjun, and Soobin were right behind the two, all chatting up. You smiled, walking through the giant space of Jay’s living area.

You wrapped your arms around Ningning, earning a loud squeal from your best friend. She immediately turned and engulfed you into a hug, making you melt into her warmth. Just as she peered over your shoulder, she spotted a pair of peering eyes. She smiled, whispering in your ear to turn around. You did so, searching the crowd for whoever she was looking at. Just as you were about to give up, your eyes fell on his. Even from across the room, they held such a sadness in them that hurt to watch.

You sent him a small wave, earning a slight smile from Jake. His eyes flicked down to the phone in his hand, furrowing his brows. You wanted to go to him, just to hear his voice in this loud, crowded house, but someone tapped your shoulder. Your turned your head to be greeted with Sunghoon. He gave you a sympathetic smile, chewing on his lip. “Can we talk in the kitchen?” You nodded, turning to the group of your friends who all gave you a smile as you walked through the crowd and into the kitchen.

Finally being able to take in Sunghoon, he looked good. His ripped jeans followed by a loosely tucked in shirt paired so well with the way he styled his hair. He seemed to notice your staring, clearing his throat with a slight smirk. “Y/n, about my texts earlier-“ you cut him off, raising your hand. “It’s okay, you didn’t wanna hang out with me, I understand. Just, don’t lie about it please?” You said, the hurt lingering between the two of you as you leaned against the counter.

He seemed taken aback, frowning at your words. “Y/n, it’s not that I didn’t wanna be with you earlier, it’s just that..I’m not him.” You were confused, who wasn’t he? “I’m not Jake, I know you like him. I see the way you two are with each other, not even his girlfriend has stopped him from dropping everything for you.” Your stomach dropped, had you been so obvious? Sunghoon knew? How long had he known? More importantly, did Jake know? “I really like you y/n, but I wanna be just friends, for Jake’s sake.”

You softened at his words, walked towards the tall boy and pulled him into a hug. This had been the first time you’ve actually had some form of physical interaction with him, it was nice. He wrapped his arms around you loosely, giving into your hug. It was a warm hug, a familiar form of comfort and you enjoyed the moment. Just as you pulled back, his pocket vibrated. You saw the way he took it out, immediately frowning at whatever was on his screen.

“Go find him.” Was all he said, that’s all it took for you to give him a soft smile and find a way out of the kitchen. His words were ringing in your head, what could’ve happened? Was he okay? All the worst things that could’ve happened seemed to play in your head as you checked every room in the house that you could. Just as you were about to give up, you opened a door and found Jake sitting on a bed. He was hunched over, head in his hands and softly sobbing.

Your heart sank, stepping in and shutting the door behind you. He hadn’t looked up, he didn’t bother, this must’ve been bad. You walked to him, kneeling down and looking up at him. “Jake, what’s wrong.” You said softly, gently grabbing his hands and pulling them from his face. His eyes were glossy, cheeks stained with tears and nose red from how long he must’ve been crying. When his eyes met yours, he couldn’t help, but cry more.

You cupped just cheeks, wiping away his tears. “It’s okay Jake, don’t cry please.” You said, voice as soft as it can be. He threw his head back, laughing a little. He sat up, patting the spot beside him. You got up, sitting on the bed as you waited for him to talk. “I went to find her, I knew she was here, but I didn’t see her.” You knew he was taking about Giselle. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. “When I did find her, she was making out with some guy.” Your heart broke for him. You knew how much he cared for her, how much he loved her and yet she betrayed him.

“I’m so sorry Jake, I really am.” You said as you pulled him into your arms. He had molded against your body, staring out at whatever was in his sight. He felt numb before you had came, now he suddenly felt warm. You started to rub his back, in slow yet long stroke just how he liked it. Closing his eyes, Jake had taken a deep breath before sitting back up. You smiled when his eyes met yours, this lit something within him. He brought his hand up, holding your cheek as he started to lean in.

Everything in your mind was telling you this was wrong, he had just gotten out a relationship, he was vulnerable, yet your heart yearned for this. You should’ve backed out, you needed to back out, but it was too late. His lips pressed against yours, moving ever so gently. They were as soft as you imagined them to be, it was perfect. He was perfectly imperfect, he was the boy you loved, he was kissing you and it wasn’t in your dreams.

The subtle taste of alcohol came off his lips, making you pull back just enough to where your lips no longer touched. His breath was fanning against your lips, leaving them yearning for more. He had pulled back, searching your eyes for any sign of regret. Instead, he was met with loving, warm eyes. He was about to speak up until something caught his eyes. You probably should’ve thought this through when planning your outfit, yet you didn’t think you’d be this close to Jake.

His entire face went white, staring at your arm. You looked at him, confused as to what could’ve changed his mood so quickly. You followed his sight, looking down at your arm. A slight gasp left your mouth as you slapped your hand over your mark. Jake’s brows furrowed, trying to comprehend all that was happening. “Y/n, is that..a butterfly? My butterfly?”

synopsis: Finding your soulmate seems like a dream come true right? Wrong, because finding out it’s your best friends boyfriend was just the beginning to the end. To make things worse, you weren’t the only one longing for someone you thought you’d never have.

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Night Changes

This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

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The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

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Day 136: Long Drive

Sorry friends. The second half of my week last week was really difficult and I went away for the weekend to recharge. Without further ado, here's the next ficlet. Thanks for your patience <3

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Harry loved the States for a lot of reasons; it was way easier to disappear here than in England; even if people knew his name, they were way less likely to recognize his face; you could basically pick any climate that you wanted and find a place that suited you; and lots of other weird things.

But mostly he loved road trips.

He loved the entire concept behind getting in a car and just driving. The road unfurling endlessly in front of him, windows down, radio turned up and blaring whatever struck his fancy. With Max in the car beside him, wagging his tail and sticking his head out of the window, Harry felt practically weightless.

"Alright, buddy," he told the pittie when he pulled over to grab some breakfast at a little diner, "You hang out in the back, yeah?" he asked, scratching behind his ears and pressing a kiss to the broad bridge of his nose. "Go on," he said, nudging him toward the back that Harry had magically enlarged and turned into a comfortable living space.

Muggles had campers and rvs but with a little bit of magic, the beaten up Subaru served him just fine.

He got out and hit the lock button, listening to the satisfying little beep as he headed toward the diner, catching up his curls and tying them into a loose messy bun on top of his head.

The diner was cute, all red and white checkered decorations and a counter with spinny stools. Harry sat down at one and grabbed a menu, perusing and trying to decide what to order when he heard the crash of something being dropped to the ground and breaking.

His head snapped up and he blinked, wondering if it had been too long since he'd gone to sleep because he had to be hallucinating. "Malfoy?" he spluttered.

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But before the other man could respond there was a shout from the kitchen in the back, "Damn it! You clumsy, stupid ass!" the man shouted and Harry felt himself recoiling from the anger in his voice. "You'll be paying for that!"

"Yes, sir!" Malfoy shouted back, bending over and hastily sweeping up the pieces.

"Well don't mess around with that now!" he shouted. "You've got a customer, you worthless piece of-" his voice trailed off as he slammed a door in the back but Harry could fill in the rest.

"Malfoy?" he repeated as the man in question stepped over to him. "How on earth did you find me?" he asked.

"You found me, Potter," he snapped. "Not the other way around. Now what can I get you?"

"You actually work here?" Harry asked in befuddlement.

Malfoy gritted his teeth, "Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn't be wearing this stupid apron and I wouldn't be getting screamed at by the arsehole that owns this place. What can I get you?" he repeated.

"Umm," he said, glancing down at the menu, "I will definitely have a cup of coffee. And then maybe the first special on your board with scrambled eggs, bacon, and rye toast," he said. "And also grape jelly, if you have it."

"Got it," Malfoy replied, scribbling on the ticket. "Coming right up."

He spun on his heel and strutted off before Harry could say anything more and Harry just stared after him, wondering if he was dreaming.

Malfoy was back a few minutes later with a mug and a coffee pot, filling Harry's cup and sliding it over to him.

"Thanks," Harry said, reaching for the sugar. "What are you-"

"Look," Malfoy hissed, leaning over and keeping his voice low, "Please do not blow this for me. I know that you have no reason to help me but I really need this job, Potter."

Harry blinked and by the time he'd unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth, Malfoy was gone again.

It wasn't long before the other man emerged once more, carrying Harry's plate of breakfast. "Here you go," he said as he set it down and slid a couple of grape jelly packets toward him. "Enjoy. Do you need a warm up on your coffee?"

"Uhh," Harry replied, glancing at his half full cup, "Sure."

Malfoy nodded and grabbed the pot to refill his cup.

"When do you get off work?" Harry found himself asking.

The other man's brow furrowed, "Why?"

He shrugged as he slathered jelly onto his toast, "Thought it might be nice to catch up."

"To catch up?" Malfoy repeated. "Is that code for-"

"Hear about your life," Harry supplied.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed, "Fine. I get off at 10:00. If you pretend that you are just a customer passing through I'll give you fifteen minutes."

"Done," Harry replied easily. "So what touristy shite is there to do in this town until 10:00 am?"

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After he finished breakfast, Harry ended up just taking Max for a walk and then to the dog park to chase a ball around him. He'd worked hard to train him the first few months after he'd found him abandoned, tied up to a dumpster and all but starving. And Max had learned quickly, mastering basic commands in no time which was for the best, since people took one look at him and decided he was scary.

He wasn't, he was a sweet boy who loved people and who loved to play but it didn't seem to make any difference. Still, once he was trained, Harry had started taking him to the park and he wouldn't let other people bully them out.

Around 9:30, they headed back to the diner and Harry settled Max into the back, making sure his water bowl was full before he climbed back out of the car and leaned against the hood, waiting.

Malfoy emerged a few minuted after 10:00, looking a bit disheveled in his black t-shirt and skinny jeans, and immediately lit up a cigarette before looking around and spotting Harry. His eyebrows rose like he was surprised to see him before he squared his shoulders and made his way toward him.

"Hey," Harry said, straightening up as Malfoy approached him.

Malfoy blew a stream of smoke out of his mouth, "Hey?" he asked. "Is that really what you have to say to me?" He shook his head, "Just get it over with Potter," he said. "If you want to gloat just fucking gloat so I can move on and go get my groceries."

"I don't want to gloat," Harry protested.

"What do you want, then?" he asked scathingly.

And that was the question, wasn't it? What did Harry want? "Why are you working here?" he asked.

Malfoy rolled his eyes as he exhaled another puff of smoke, "It's amazing where you end up when you're a convicted death eater whose wand is monitored," he replied. "Then add to that the fact that it didn't seem to matter where I got myself set up in muggle London, someone found me and within hours I'd lose whatever job I'd been working. So here I am, just trying to get by and who should appear but the savior himself," he said with a little mock bow. "I should just put my two weeks in here now, at least-"

"I'm not going to tell anyone you're here," Harry said quickly.

"Right," he huffed sarcastically.

"I'm not," he argued, "Because if I told them where you are, they'd know where I've been."

"You're running away too?" Malfoy asked, cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers as he stared at Harry in surprise.

"Obviously," Harry replied. "Come on," he said after a moment. "Your feet must be killing you. I'm sure that arsehole doesn't give you breaks," he added as he opened the hatch.

"You want me to climb into the trunk of your car?"

He rolled his eyes, "I know you think I'm an idiot," he said, "But I'm less of one than you think. Just," he crawled in and stood up, "come on."

After a moment Malofy followed him through but before anything else could happen Max bounded over and all but climbed onto Malfoy's lap.

"Max-" he started to scold before Malfoy started talking over him.

"Oh, hello you sweet baby," he said, pulling Max further onto his lap so he could pet him better and scratch his neck. They looked ridiculous, Max was almost as big as Malfoy, but there he sat anyway, "hello. Aren't you a lovie?" he asked. "Yes you are. You're a giant lovie," he said.

And in that moment, Harry's mind was made up. "Have you ever gone on a road trip?" he asked.

Malfoy looked up at him and Max licked a stripe up his cheek. He laughed and stroked his side, "What?" he asked.

"Have you ever gone on a road trip?" Harry repeated.

"What is that?"

"Like a really long drive," he said. "Where you just get in your car and drive and stop for food when you want to and sleep when you want to." He scratched the back of his neck, "Max and I are headed to California to see the giant redwoods."

"That sounds nice for the two of you," Malfoy replied, steadily patting Max.

"Come with us," Harry said.

The other man blinked. "Sorry?"

"Just," he shrugged, "What else do you have here?"

"A job-"

"That you hate."

"A flat-"

"That is probably smaller than this," he said gesturing to the space they were sitting in.

"What happens when you get sick of me?"

He shook his head, "Come on. Just come with us. If I kick you out I'll give you $5000. That should be enough to help you settle wherever you want, right?"

"Why?"

He stared at him for a moment. There were a thousand reasons that flitted through Harry's mind, a thousand things that he could say, but none of them made any sense. Not yet at least. "Why not?" he settled on.

Malfoy took a slow inhale and then nodded once. "Fine, but you're going to need to make a second bed and we have to stop for my stuff."

"Done," Harry replied, grinning and feeling the familiar feeling of freedom that he felt when he was gliding down the open road unfurling in his chest.

Finally, he was going on an adventure worth having.

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Day 135: Off-Guard | Day 137: Symmetry