#it's 1am i remember when this used to be early for me

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

A Study of Silence

Summary: Your life of married bliss is failing. A moment of heated arguing finally reveals the reason Natasha is pulling away from you, so you offer her the choice: stay or leave?

Word Count: 862

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warning: Angst

A/N: I wrote this at 1am when my flatmates set the fire alarm off, so forgive any mistakes lol. It's loosely based on 'Fluorescent Adolescent' by the Arctic Monkeys.

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Silence. Then the occasional turning of a page. In your mind, there are three types of silences: a comfortable silence, a suspenseful silence, and an awkward silence.

This fell firmly into the third category, but you made no move to change it - wondering instead how and when such an activity – sitting silently in your wife's presence – had turned from comfortable to awkward.

It hadn't happened just in this session: that was doomed to awkwardness from its start - but a month ago? a year ago? It was hard to recall a single moment of comfortable bliss outside of the early days of your relationship.

Everything had seemed so bright: an Avenger falling for a simple mechanic, a match made only in your dreams… though sometimes you wondered if it should ever have gone beyond that. She'd promised to quit her job for you, retire herself to deskwork upon marriage. "I want to do it," she had promised, "my love for you overshadows any job I do, and if this means I'm not spending months away from you and you're not spending months worrying, then it's an easy decision."

You swore your life to her then, showed her your love and your devotion. That love never faded. But where did it go wrong?

"My love?" you said. The redhead didn't look up from her book; you tried to see what it was, but she maintained her senses enough to shield that from your sights. With a sigh, you continued into the silence, "I was thinking maybe we could cook together tonight?"

She looked up now, fingers sightlessly marking the page. "Again? Didn't we do that..." she trailed off, searching for a memory, a recent excuse.

You finish her sentence for her: "last month? Yeah. I thought we could maybe do some bonding this month too, but nevermind."

"Y/N, we can-"

"You're clearly not interested, Nat, I'm not going to force you, so go hang out with your old Avengers buddies again and I'll make dinner alone."

There was a bite to your words that you knew you'd later regret, but in the moment you couldn't bring yourself to care. Fighting had become the only sure fire way to end the stagnant silences, and these days, neither you nor Natasha were afraid to use the method.

"You always do this," Natasha seethed, "they're my friends. I used to spend my every moment with them, living together, working together, everything! And I gave that up for you! You want me to give up even seeing them too? Would that finally be enough?!"

The silence fell again. A fourth type: one of contemplating, one of heated feelings and unwitting confessions and, finally, understanding. You understood. In her anger, Natasha had revealed the secret to it all, where it had all gone wrong.

You softened your voice, speaking quietly as if your wife were an injured animal, easy to startle. "I didn't make you give that up. I don't want you to give up more and I don't want you to blame me for your choices."

She stayed silent, though her jaw tightened and her eyes focused on a point behind you. You didn't have to turn to remember which picture lies there.

"I love you, Natasha," you confessed again, knowing it could be a last confession. "I love you and I want only the best for you. And if you miss the superhero days, the risk, the team, everything... if leaving that and marrying me is the mistake that's making you miserable, then I'm giving you the chance to undo that mistake. I don't want to be the reason you live your life in nostalgia and regret."

You didn't wait for her to respond, what was the point? Her gaze was still fixed on the picture behind you: the team in its heyday, when they were still young and wild and disorganised. She clang to until she got sentimental, forgetting that you had been the one to take the photo, right before Natasha became the first of the group to settle down.

Her response would come soon enough, you knew, so you went to your room and waited. You hoped for the eventual knock on the door, the long awaited conversation, then either the forgiveness or the conclusion. You hoped all through the evening, even as you cooked by yourself, ate by yourself, and slept by yourself.

A night with the Avengers might have been what she needed to make her decision.

Natasha Romanoff came into your life with a burning passion and a humanity to her that few people could ever achieve. You expected it to last forever, but come morning you realised the truth: Natasha Romanoff was a spy born and raised, and no amount of humanity can ever erase that from her.

Her ring was on your bedside table in the morning, the house left in a state of suspended silence. Natasha herself was nowhere to be found, disappearing like a spy, with no words spoken on the matter.

She had made her choice, just as you had made yours.

You loved Natasha too much to keep her; she loved you too little to stay.

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[spaceshipellie]

sex paranoia

ellie williams x reader

summary: you hooked up with ellie once but got your feelings hurt. when you bump into her again in the club your friends convince you to make her jealous.

warnings: smut 18+, dom!ellie, sub!reader, ellie being a bit mean and jealous, reader being a little bratty, alcohol, smoking cigarettes, strap usage (r receiving), oral and fingering (r receiving), ellie refers to the strap as her cock once, degrading, teasing, praise, MDNI

an: inspired by the song sex paranoia by goldilox (the moaning in the background is me when i see any of the women in tlou 😭😭) if the writing is terrible just know i wrote this at 1am when i was very sleep deprived and horny

word count: 2.2k

you were out with a couple of your friends in a club that was illuminated in blue and purple lights. the alcohol was making your body feel warm and fuzzy and everything was all fun and games until you slipped off the bottom step and straight into her.

your arms flew forward instinctively and ellie’s hands grabbed them. your eyes caught hers as she studied you.

“careful, babe,” she smirked.

“oh god, not you,” you groaned, shaking yourself off and pulling your arms away from her.

“hmm you sure you didn’t fall into me on purpose.”

“you wish.”

“maybe i did,” she grinned at you, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek.

you rolled your eyes and threw a “i’m going to find my friends” her way as you walked off, not bothering to turn around. this meant you didn’t see her eyes travel up and down your body as you walked away. you rejoined your friends and they giggled, one of them throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“oh my god, was that ellie?”

“yeah, why?”

“didn’t you guys hook up once?”

you shot her a mini glare.

“can we please not talk about it.”

“why? she’s hot,” your friend slurred.

“i know. that’s why i don’t wanna remember. i liked her and she didn’t give a shit so can we please just go and dance?” you pleaded, starting to drag your friends towards the dance floor.

the three of you flocked to the hoard of bodies that were swaying and bumping against each other. tracks from the early 2000s were coming out of the speakers and you were singing and dancing to your heart’s content. you suddenly caught eyes with ellie again from across the room. she was leaning against a wall with a drink in her hand, talking to a friend she came with. her eyes, however, remained on you most of the time. you tried to ignore it but just knowing that she was looking at you was enough to make your cheeks heat up and your cunt ache.

“she’s looking,” your friends smiled, wiggling their eyebrows at you.

“i’m trying to ignore it,” you tried to hide the smile from your face. one of them leaned into your ear.

“make her jealous.”

you thought about it for a second.

“okay, fuck it.”

you wrapped your arms around her neck as she held you, making you both sway your hips to the music. your other friend went behind you and grabbed your hips.

“she’s still looking and she looks pissed,” your friend laughed in your ear.

you looked over at ellie and you could see her itching to move, visibly getting more frustrated as she watched you sandwiched between the two bodies.

“i’m gonna go for a smoke,” you said.

“if you end up going home with her tonight make sure to text us all about it.”

“hey, i’m not,” you playfully nudged her arm and she slapped your ass as you walked off.

the cold air nipped at your skin as you reached the smoking area. you grabbed a pre-rolled cigarette from your bag and placed it between your lips. before you had a chance to get your lighter out you heard a voice.

“need a hand?”

you looked up and met ellie’s eyes once again. she cupped her hand around the end of your cigarette and lit it. you inhaled and pinched it between your fingers, breathing out the smoke.

“thanks.”

“anytime.”

she lit her own and took a drag. she was standing impossibly close in front of you, making you all too aware that your back was up against the wall.

“having fun?” she mused.

“yeah, lots. you?”

“eh,” she took another drag, “i can think of better places to be.”

you raised your eyebrows at her, hinting that she should elaborate. she just smirked and let out a small laugh.

“what?” she taunted.

“nothing,” you made sure to keep an innocent tone, inhaling and blowing out more smoke. she looked as if she was contemplating something.

“so you gonna keep this up all night?”

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about, ellie.”

the use of her name sent a shiver down her spine.

“don’t play dumb.”

“i’m not.”

with her free hand she started toying with the hem of your top, fingers grazing your waist. the contact made you jump slightly.

“something making you jumpy?”

“no.”

“you sure?” her hand spread itself on your waist now, sliding down to your hip. she took another drag, eyes locking with yours. you didn’t answer.

“what? can’t talk?”

“fuck you.”

she laughed and bit her lip.

“you’re genuinely one of the worst people i’ve ever met.” you tried to fold your arms but she dropped her cigarette, stubbing it out with her shoe and grabbed your arm to unfold them.

“oh yeah?” she lazily dragged her fingertips along your arm and her hand that was on your hip moved to lean on the wall you were up against. her closeness made you nervous but you weren’t entirely mad about it.

“what’s got you all quiet, babe?”

“i think i should go back to my friends,” you said, but made no attempt you move.

“the ones that were touching you? like this?” she moved her hand from your arm and held your waist again.

“those are the ones.”

she leant down to whisper in your ear.

“you think they can touch you better than me?”

you nearly, nearly, gave in and leaned into her tempting touch but regained enough composure to push on her shoulder lightly.

“i wasn’t kidding when i said you were the worst.” she just smirked.

“then let me do terrible things to you.”

you stared at her and your knees felt weak. fucking hell, you thought. here you go again.

“okay.” she seemed slightly surprised but quickly restored back to her annoyingly cocky self. you grabbed her hand and marched back through the crowd of people before you could change your mind. you both fell into a taxi and her hand immediately gripped your thigh. you felt like you were on fire. you were probably going to wake up tomorrow and feel shit about yourself like you did last time but you couldn’t think about that right now. you just wanted her.

the second you both got through her front door she pinned you to the wall, her hands fervently running up and down your body, lips practically bruising yours.

“i knew you couldn’t stay away from me.”

“don’t be an ass.”

you fought against her a little as she grabbed both your wrists and pinned them either side of your head.

“don’t be a brat.”

“make me.”

she had a shit-eating grin on her face at your words. oh, she was planning on it.

“you’re so cute when you talk back.”

“shut u–“ she cut you off with a messy kiss and peeled you away from the wall to walk you both towards her room. she pulled your top off as you stumbled backwards and her hands grabbed at your tits. once the back of your knees hit the bed she pushed you back. she leaned over you and kissed you whilst her hands immediately started unzipping your denim skirt. you moaned against her lips.

“i’ve barely touched you and you’re already so whiny for me,” she said, tugging your skirt off along with your underwear.

“you’re so full of yourself.”

“who’s the one naked in my bed right now, huh?”

you yelped as she quickly grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed as she got down on her knees. she didn’t waste any time attacking your clit with her tongue.

“oh my god, ellie.” your voice was shaky as you spoke and your hands gripped the duvet.

her fingertips dug into your flesh, destined to leave marks. she looked up at you whilst her face was buried in your cunt. you tried to keep your eyes on her but it was hard.

“look at me.” her voice was so low and commanding your eyes snapped to hers. she made you watch as she put two of her fingers in her mouth, wetting them before teasing them against you. you whimpered as she swirled her tongue on your clit again, pushing her fingers in. she pushed them in as deep as they could go making her rings press against your skin.

“fuck,” you moaned.

she fucked you like that until your body was shaking and your back was arching off the bed. you let out a wobbly breath as you came. ellie leant over you, giving you a kiss so you could taste yourself.

“i’m not done with you,” she whispered, and disappeared from you as she reached into a nearby draw. she pulled out a purple strap and your thighs squeezed together as you lay there, waiting impatiently for her to touch you again.

she was stood before you, focused on the strap harness when you poked her thigh with your foot.

“what, baby?”

“please can you…please can you take your clothes off. i wanna see you.”

she looked at you and a smirk etched its way onto her face.

“i’m glad to see you’re in a beggy mood.”

she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and took her sports bra off. the sight of her tits alone was making you squirm. she took her jeans off and put the strap on over her boxers. she leaned down once again to kiss you and let the tip poke against your cunt.

“turn over.”

you rolled onto your stomach and she grabbed your hips, yanking them up so your ass was in the air and your face was pressed into the bed. she admired the view of your pretty pussy all wet and waiting for her.

she spread her hand over your ass, squeezing it and held the strap with the other. she made the tip run through your folds and you moved your hips back.

“you’re so fucking needy, it’s hilarious,” she laughed. the embarrassment made you moan and rub your head into the bed.

she ran the tip up and down, watching how it collected your wetness. she then pressed it against your clit.

“please, ellie…”

“please, ellie, what?”

“please, fuck me.”

you wiggled your hips back into her again, your hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be full. her hand on your ass ran down the slope of your back until it reached the back of your neck and she was bent over you, staring at the side of your piteous face.

“think you’ve been good enough to get fucked?”

“yes.”

“so you weren’t trying to make me jealous earlier?”

“n-no.”

“no?”

her other hand rubbed the length of the strap against your cunt.

“what were you trying to do then?” her voice was taunting.

“just…just dancing.”

she laughed as she placed a contrastingly sweet kiss to your back.

“just dancing? if you don’t tell me, baby, then i won’t fuck you.”

you groaned.

“fine, i was trying to make you jealous.”

“was that so hard to admit?”

she straightened up and slid her hand down your back again to grab your hip. she pushed the tip in and you gasped but then she stopped.

“ellie, please,” you whined, wiggling your hips again. she’s a fucking asshole, you thought.

“you wanna get fucked so badly, go on,” she ordered, “fuck yourself.”

you slowly started moving your hips back and forth, feeling the strap fill you up and slip out of you easily. you let out some pathetic curses, most of which were muffled by the bed as you fucked yourself. her mouth hung open in awe at you, watching how it disappeared in your cunt.

“such a needy little slut, fucking yourself on my cock.”

eventually, you tried to pick up your pace but you already felt so fucked out. seeing you struggle was sending ellie over the edge and she couldn’t take it anymore. she grabbed your hips with both hands and slammed all the way into you, making you jolt and scream at the sensation.

“fuck, baby,” she groaned.

her pace was rough as she fucked into you, holding you in place. you arched your back as much as you could, the angle making you want to cry.

“fuck, ellie.”

“you like being stuffed, huh?”

“mmhm.”

“answer me, baby,” she said, digging her fingernails deeper into your hips.

“y-yes, i do.”

“you look so pretty like this for me,” she noticed a creamy white ring forming around the strap. she reached a hand down to rub quick circles on your clit and the feeling had you covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your stupidly loud screams.

“let me hear you.” she quickly grabbed your hand away from your mouth and pinned it behind your back. it wasn’t long until you were coming, your body squirming at the intensity and a string of “fucks” leaving your mouth. she fucked you through it, not slowing down until she was sure you were done. she kept your hand pinned to your back as her other hand left your clit and she pulled out painfully slow. your creamy white cum dribbled out and she brought two fingers down to swipe it up and licked them.

“so sweet, baby. all for me.”

[puppy-steve]

steddie | wc: 1,425 | cw: none | songfic | ao3

have some hurt/comfort, cj style. happy thanksgiving even though it's already 1am my time <3

The kitchen is so thick with tension you could cut right through it like butter. Eddie’s washing the dishes and Steve’s putting away the leftovers from dinner. They haven’t spoken a word to each other the entire night, not since that afternoon when they were screaming at each other.

Other people would say that they don’t remember what or who started the argument in the first place, but Steve knows exactly what happened. All because he let his dumb mouth get ahead of his brain. And it’s not like he hasn’t tried to apologize—he tried the second the words left his mouth and then five more times after that but Eddie wasn’t having any of it.

Which is fine, he’s allowed to stew in his hurt feelings for as long as he likes, but Steve is worried that this might be the first time they go to bed with one of them still mad, and he doesn’t know if he can handle that.

He shuts the fridge and turns around to lean against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, letting out a quiet sigh. Eddie’s back is turned to him so he can only see the movement of his shoulders as he scrubs the dishes harder than he ought to.

He’s still pissed, then.

Steve lets out a quiet sigh. He’s the one that started this whole mess so he’s got to be the one to fix it. He needs to come up with something to get Eddie to at least look at him.

He stands there for a few more minutes as he thinks but then the light bulb in his brain flicks on and he leaves the kitchen.

Eddie’s probably washed this bowl three times already but he doesn’t care. He’s still worked up from his and Steve’s fight earlier, he could drop the bowl and it could shatter in the soapy water and he wouldn’t even blink an eye.

How dare he, Eddie thinks bitterly, rinsing the soap off and placing the bowl in the dish drainer a little harshly. How dare he think he has the right to even insinuate.

All he wanted was to spend the extra little bit he’d had left over from his paycheck on some new mini’s he’d seen down at the bookstore and a couple of books that had been on his list for ages. He made sure to put back enough to cover his half of their rent and bills. He was careful.

But Steve still had to go and open his stupid rich boy mouth.

Eddie feels the familiar prickle of white hot anger on the back of his neck and he takes a deep breath to calm himself. It’s not his fault that he grew up poor. Wayne did what he could to support the both of them on his single paycheck every month, but that money only went so far. There wasn’t enough to spare to open an account with the bank, so they just went without.

Unlike the Harrington’s, who apparently had accounts open across multiple cities and even a couple overseas.

Steve’s father had drilled the importance of wealth management into him from an early age and made him use his first allowance to open a savings account at the age of ten. His boyfriend had a goddamn retirement account by the time he was eighteen.

So when Steve goes and assumes that Eddie doesn’t know how to handle money just because he wants to splurge for once and buy something he enjoys, Eddie thinks that his anger is a little more than justified.

Eddie’s eyes sting with oncoming tears and he blinks them away with a shake of his head. He doesn’t need to cry right now.

As he reaches for another dirty plate, music suddenly fills the kitchen from the Bluetooth speakers on the counter, soft piano trilling and the melodic humming with an R&B beat.

He freezes when arms slowly circle his waist from behind and Steve rests his chin on his shoulder.

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

“Dance with me,” Steve murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie suppresses a shiver and the instinct to lean back into him. “I don’t-”

“Eddie.”

Another kiss, this time under his ear. Fingers gently trace along his arm.

Some people think

That the physical things

Define what’s within

Eddie’s walls crumble like sawdust when Steve laces his fingers between his own soapy ones. He lets Steve pull him away from the sink and they slowly sway in the middle of their kitchen. He can see straight into the living room, where they’ve already set their Christmas tree up in the corner by the window, fully decorated even though it’s still November. They’ve got a hodgepodge of decorations and knick knacks already set on various shelves and tables with Christmas lights strung in almost every doorway.

As they dance in a slow spin, their cheeks pressed together, Eddie thinks back to how much fun they had setting all of it up. How Steve held the mistletoe above his head every chance he got just to be able to kiss him. All of his remaining anger slowly melts away and he’s left with the overwhelming feeling of how much he loves this man.

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, and he sounds like he means it. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, when I said you should be more responsible. You were right. It’s your money and you’re the only one who gets a say in how you spend it.”

Eddie sighs and tightens his arms around Steve’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, too. I got defensive, but I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did. I should’ve listened to you when you tried apologizing the first time.”

Some people search for a fountain

Promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love them

Eddie pulls back a little and looks at Steve for the first time in what feels like ages and is flooded with emotions that make his chest tighten when he sees the soft smile on his boyfriend’s face and the love in his eyes.

Eddie cups his cheek and leans in to press a soft kiss to his equally soft lips before resting his head on Steve’s shoulder with a soft sigh.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

“Are we really slow dancing to Alicia Keys?” he asks after a moment. Steve shakes with silent laughter and Eddie gently smacks him in the shoulder. “It’s a serious question, Stevie. I need to know if it’s a contender for our wedding playlist.”

It’s Steve’s turn to freeze now and Eddie can’t hold back his giddy smile when he pushes him back by the shoulders and gives him a wide-eyed look.

“Wedding playlist?”

“Well, I was planning to wait until Christmas to pop the question, but. Yeah. I even got a ring.”

Steve gapes at him like a fish before yanking him in for a kiss by the front of his shirt. It’s more teeth than lips because they can’t stop laughing long enough, but they eventually get a hold of themselves when Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s neck again and presses close, thier lips slotting together seamlessly.

“So I take it that’s a yes?” Eddie asks between kisses.

Steve nips at his bottom lip. “Only if you learn to stop kicking your socks off in your sleep and leaving them under the covers at the end of the bed.”

“They twist around my toes, Stevie,” Eddie pouts, trailing kisses along Steve’s jaw. “Makes ‘em feel like pigs in a blanket.”

Steve tilts his head back to give him more room, the music completely forgotten. “Then don’t wear them to bed at all.”

“But then my feet will get cold. Do you want me to put my icicles on your legs, Steven? Would that make you feel better?”

Steve throws his head back for a completely different reason and groans. “You’re going to be even more difficult once we’re married, aren’t you?”

Eddie grins against Steve’s throat. “Absolutely, oh husband of mine.”

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

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[luc1-anna]

Refusing to drive home in such dark conditions, it was around 1am on a Monday, having just come back from a visit to your friend's, wanting to get home since you had something early in the morning and the roads would be packed if you left later. Parked up at the side of the road, it would probably would've been safer to stay at your friend's rather than stop halfway and wait till the sun rose.

Car lights off to conserve energy as the light outside illuminated the build of your vehicle. Though it wouldn't be obvious that someone was there if they didn't look hard enough, with bushes covering your surroundings. The sound of gravel alerting your senses, only to see the reflective colours of a police car, stopping right beside yours as one of them stepped dout, leaving the other in the car. Flashlight glowing towards your car, pointing in your face. "How you doing today ma'am?" Leaning on the open window of yours, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, he was like a model. A few minutes passing as he asks questions, finally getting to the last one. "Can I see your id?" Motioning for you to put it in your hands. Scuffling about as you were a bit nervous, normally it would be fine to hand your id to an officer, but this one was more on the attractive side whilst the others weren't.

"Well I've got to do a quick test for alcohol and substances" noticing how flimsy you were when you tried to hand him your id, barley able to remember a reason why you were nere at practically midnight, stuttering as you spoke to him too. "Step outside the car for me?" He wasn't asking, he expected you to do it, stepping out as he dragged you towards the cop car, sitting you inside as the other man glanced back for a few seconds, engulfed in your beauty. "Breath into this for me love" surely it was unprofessional for an officer to call you 'love', right?

Despite the tests come back negative he had other ideas in mind, refusing to let you go, explaining that it was unsafe for such a pretty lady to be on the side of the road, when it was practically pitch black. "Leave her alone, you being creepy." "Shut the fuck up, I don't see you getting off your ass" arguing as you sat in the back, you were grateful for the officer who sat in the driver's seat.

Somehow that arguing developed into him taking his frustration out on you. Face rubbing against the cool temperature of the metal. Body jerking forward with each thrust, feeling a shock run up your spine as he kept slapping your ass, using your hands as handlebars for his own dirty deeds, tightening the handcuffs just to leave marks on your poor wrists. "Your pussy feels good for such a slut like you." You weren't a slut, maybe he had a degradation kink, "Taking an officer's cock on the side of the road at 1am" thrusting further inside of you, the curve on his dick made it better since he was reaching places which you couldn't, tip running along your gummy walls. Gripping onto his cock, wanting to leech off every drop of his cum.

"Taking your time with her?" The other officer called out, still sat in the car as he monitored the surroundings. "Shut up!" He called back, he was so worked up in your hole that he didn't have anything snarky to comment back. Hand slapping your ass in retaliation, making you yelp as you felt the sharp sting. Hand staying gripped on your ass as he pushed further inside, cock rubbing against your walls. Balls slapping your poor cunt, creating a noise which could only be described as pleasure. Door slamming as you heard the steps onto the gravel, Stumbling backwards as he felt an arm on his shoulder. "You take too long." Dragging you off the car, letting you hold your own weight up. "What? You want a turn or something?" Joking with him as he pushed inside once again.

Hearing the zipper unfold in front of you, you couldn't see much due to the position. "Look up" bringing your chin up so you met his boxers, already noticing the imprint of his bulge kissing the exposed part of his boxers, leaving a light mark of your lips. Stroking his hands along your head, throwing his boxers down since you couldn't do it, cock popping up as it hit your top lip, light pink mushroom tip dripping with precum, leaking all over his cock. Stuffing your poor mouth with his full length, tongue having to adapt to how large he was as it swirled along, taking in every vein and detail. Throwing his head back as your mouth warmed up his cock, he didn't even have to move since your body kept on jerking forward due to his colleague. "Your good with your tongue" complimenting how well you sucked him off. Another sharp sting running throughout your body, noticing how much attention you gave him, he was getting pissed off since he was first. "Slow down, your gonna bruise her!" Helping you out as he noticed how hard your face mashed into his pelvis, balls slapping each end of your lips. "Or atleast loosen her handcuffs" he didn't like how tight they looked on you, most likely going to leave marks when they taken off. Loosening the grip on your head, stepping back a bit so you stopped gagging on his dick. Knees wanting to buckle from how hard he thrusted inside. "Shut up, I'm close" wanting to speed him up so you could focus on the nicer one. Walls gripping onto his cock, balls slapping your wet cunt, feeling some accomplishment from how you made someone cum.

"Don't get all cocky princess, he does this to most pretty girls." Clearly this officer was a whore if that was true, fucking any girl he got his hands on. Not even trying to deny it as he paid no attention to the man. Kissing his teeth. "Don't lie." Responding to the man as he felt his balls empty, seed spilling all inside your tight hole, he didn't even care that it had the risk of getting pregnant since you felt this good, plus he wouldn't mind having a kid with such a beautiful woman. Groaning in response, cum already dripping out of you since he hadn't done this in a while, removing himself as he watched it drip out, slapping your ass for one last time.

"I'm done" drying his cum coated cock with a tissue. You wasted now time getting out of that position, crouching down Infront of the other officer, hands still tied behind your back. His essence dripping out of your hole, causing the gravel to turn a different shade of white. Mouth bobbing forward to backward as you took his full length back in, gagging at the feeling of his tip hitting your throat.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling the upstairs neighbor to be a little quieter at night?

I (26nb) live in an apartment complex. I am on the first floor. This apartment has a noise curfew of 10pm. I have a kid (5) who sleeps at 8pm. We have neighbors around us who also have kids around the same age who go to bed roughly around the same time (we've talked from time to time) including a new neighbor with a young autistic kid. My kid is also autistic. I am also autistic and schizophrenic. The neighbor directly next to us has a dog who tends to bark and howl whenever he hears loud noises. These are important to remember.

This girl moved in some handful of weeks ago right above me. Some days during the day I hear her stomping around REALLY loudly like crazy, and at first I thought that's fine because its just during the day no big deal. But then she started doing it late at night. First night I thought maybe she was still unboxing and stuff, nbd. But this kept going on for weeks from 8pm until nearly 2am every single day. And around 10pm-1am she would play loud music with heavy bass. This would keep me awake at night and prevent me from sleeping, and would cause me to have sensory overload very easily. My kiddo said it scared her to hear the banging and stomping and music upstairs late at night. One night at about 9:30pm, she started banging something FIERCE up there to the point where I actually started having an episode. I thought we were being broken into and I fell into a delusion that was remedied by my partner coming home and helping to ground me. That was my breaking point, and I ended up leaving a note saying, "hi! I wanted to ask if you could please keep the noise a little lower at night, we have young kiddos that live here too. Thank you!" I didn't leave anything to indicate who we were.

The next day she brought back the note to MY door saying "I'll try to be quieter. I didn't think I was that loud. I come home late. It was a Friday night and I was banging chicken at 8pm so I didn't think it was an issue. I just moved in and I'm trying to live my life. Sorry" and left two stuffed animals. Weeks passed and she is still, up to today, being loud late into the night and early morning. My partner can also hear it loud and clear and has complained to me about how disruptive she is. Some other neighbors have come forth saying she's so loud THEY can hear her when they come in through the main door. She's so loud that she's been causing the dog next door to bark like crazy, which is disturbing that poor neighbor as well. We are all kind of fed up with this girl.

Recently, there was a bunch of people who got their packages stolen... Her included. She left a note in the main lobby saying to bring her packages back. Today, we could hear her loudly talking on the phone outside while we were also outside, and she was talking to someone about available renting places outside of our city. We think she might be trying to move out already even though she just got here.

I think I might be the asshole because, between my note and her packages getting stolen, she probably felt unwelcomed here. I don't want people to feel unwelcomed, but I also want to be able to exist in my own home safely and comfortably. Maybe I should have left her alone and just dealt with the noise. My family thinks I was being rude to say anything at all, and my mom said I lost a potential friend by doing that. AITA?

[olivia091108]

How to be a jackass:part 1

Summary:meeting bam and Ryan in westchester

Word count:3306

So far filming for season two of jackass has probably been the best time I’ve ever had even though I’m getting injured or pranked every day.

All the guys are great and at first I thought it’s gonna be awkward not only being the new person but being the only girl.Thank god I was wrong for once I don’t think any of them actually cared as long as I actually did gnarly stunts.

The only people I haven’t met are the boys from westchester but Jeff says that we’re gonna film a group stunt with all of us soon.

I’ve done some mediocre stunts like pouting glitter in my eye which didn’t come out for a week and licking a mouse trap Owch. I also did one with wee man where he dressed as a baby and put in a pram and when people would ask to see ‘my baby’ they would be kinda disturbed.

Today I walk on to set and check the stunt list. Today I’m gonna get a pregnant belly strapped to me and walk around town drinking some beer.

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Time skip

After getting a mean old lady shouting at me for ‘destroying my baby’ Jeff called all of us over and told us that at 5:30am to meet here because we’re driving to westchester tomorrow.Jeff actually banned us from going out after like we usually would do we finished for the day and I got the bus back to mine and my sisters apartment

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited but really 5:30 I’m sure there’s no harm in waking up later. I walk into the apartment and go to my room to pack since we will be staying there for 5 days.

I walk into my room and start packing stuff but I can’t find one of my favourite tops so I walk into Ella’s room to see if she’s taken it and I barge in without knocking to see her and Oliver mud sex scrambling to cover themselves with the sheet.

“Get out!”

“In a sec do you have my blue top the one with the buttons”

“Are you serio-“ I sigh and lean against the wall and she knows I won’t leave until she gives it to me. “It’s in my closet” I walk over and grab it off the hanger and scrunch it up in my hands

“Oh yeah by the way I’m gonna be gone for a few day”

“Leave!” She throws a pillow at me but I dick out the room before it can hit me

An hour later ella and Oliver knock on my door and wait for me to reply before walking in with very serious looks on both their faces.

Y/n we need to talk to you about something. You can’t just walk in without knocking we don’t have any privacy with you.

Alright I’ll knock next time

“It’s not just the knocking you always come home late and wreck the houses remember you broke olis computer at like 5:30 you never clean up after yourself and we just think that you should move back with mum and dad because we can’t keep living with you.”

“What your kicking me out I pay rent here”

“You don’t even pay a quarter y/n your’e basically living here for free.I rang dad he said it was fine you moving back soon”

“You know I can’t do that el”

“You could always get your’e own place I could help you have the money know”

“Fuck you. you know what I’ll leave right now.” I grab all my clothes in my wardrobe and try to shove it into my small suitcase and mange to mostly zip it and I grab a few personal thing and hold my piggy bank under my arm before leaving

It might’ve been a irrational idea because now I have nowhere to stay for the night and I can’t go to my parents not how I left there

It’s 1am I might as well go to set and wait till morning but with busses not running I have to walk 5 miles uptown.

Once I get there I only have to wait 2 and a half hours so I set my suitcase down and use it as a seat I dig around in my pocket for the taser I took from Johnny just in case.

I feel a hand grab me and by instinct Tase whoever it was. By the time my eyes have adjusted I realise I must’ve fallen asleep and everyone’s here to go to westchester.

While Jeff is complaining the taser Dave asks if I’ve been here all night. Nah I just thought I should get here early yknow only been here half hour.

We separate into 3 cars to get there and I’m in with Johnny Dave and wee man. I’m in the back with Dave and decide to use the 6 hour car drive as an opportunity for some sleep since I got 2 hours max last night.

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I wake up not being able to breathe and feeling plastic on my face I try and pry one of my friends hands off of me but it’s no use and I have to rip the plastic bag now being able to breathe properly

I hear Knoxville’s laugh and a Camrea is pointed in my face all that adrenaline woke me up quick but I’m still not wide awake and I just flip him off while sitting up and stretching being confined in a car really isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Cmon y/n we’re here grab your bags.” I take my almost bursting suitcase and walk it into the large house we will be staying at. I hear taking and follow it to the living room seeing Johnny talking to the two boys I recognise from episodes but still haven’t met.

Jeff introduces them the one with the dark hair and blue eyes is bam and the blonde one with a beard is called Ryan. We all introduce ourselves and start chatting and getting to know eatch other. Another girl is here called Jenn she’s bams girlfriend she seems nice but I haven’t spoken to her much

I excuse myself to the bathroom and i see a blonde lady in the kitchen and ask her if she needs a hand. If you don’t mind that would be great

“I’m April bams mum it’s so nice to have you all hear but I am a bit worried honestly”

“Im y/n thanks for letting us stay and I promise I will try to protect you and your house.”

Me and April talk about all kinds of things and I soon meet her husband Phil who is such a sweetheart and it makes me feel even worse for him seeing how bam treats him.

I’m sorry your supposed to be getting to know eatchother and I’ve stolen you away thanks for your help with the dinner.

“Oh it’s no worries you seem wayy more interesting than them boys.”

Speaking of Chris has snuck up behind me and lifted me up and body slammed me onto one of the sofas it wouldn’t of hurt that bad if people weren’t sitting on it.

I sit up and move off of whoever I fell on and jsut laugh it off and I start talking to Ryan about some of his stunts and his life and what not. While telling me about cky videos and high school with his friends bam started to join in adding to the story.

After an hour of talking to the two of them we got along really well and had quite a few things in common with them. We got called for dinner and while I was eating I could feel myself drifting off even though I slept in the car for 6 hours.

I ended up face planting into the food which made everyone laugh and while I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe it off the topic of rooms came up.

Some people were gonna have to share because there’s not enough rooms Steve o and pontius are sharing as well as Dave and ehren. Johnny is with me and wee man and Preston are together.

We all go to our rooms and get unpacked and settled. “Yknow we’re only here for 5 days don’t you”.

“Can’t a girl have options” i didn’t want to tell Johnny about getting kicked out I just wanted to have fun here. While I get changed into my pjamas I get into bed and shut my eyes trying to fall asleep but either from the excitement of tomorrow or because I napped today I couldn’t.

I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 Knoxville was asleep by now I could tell by his heavy breathing. I decided to go downstairs and have some water so I snuck out of my room and when I got downstairs I see Jenn down their about to leave

“How come you aren’t staying?”

“Bams just being a bit of a dick right now but I’ll see you in a couple days bye”

I sit in the kitchen having some water and once I’ve finished I still don’t feel like sleeping so I decide to look around. As best as you can in the dark. I quietly open the front door and step into the garden it had a skate ramp and a swimming pool in it. I went to go back inside but the door is locked I’m not gonna ring the doorbell or id wake everyone up.

I walk round the back and I see a window open so I jump from the ramp to the roof and pull myself up I walk along to reach the window but I see something move next to me. It’s a squirrel. Shit I’m fucking terrified of them they’re Satan reincarnated.

“Oh my god oh my god stop”I try to move as quick as I can to the window and quickly climb in to the room and close the window quietly while repeating those words.

“Jenn I told you to go away”bam room shit. I don’t answer and attempt to just get out of the room but I step on something and it slips out from under me and I fall onto the bed.

“Shit sorry.” Bam leans over and turns his bedside lamp on and rub his eyes. “What are you doing”

“I got locked out of the house then I had to climb threw your’e window to get away from the squirrel like I said sorry and night.”

“Are you on something” bam asks not believing me. I pull a confused face not knowing why he would be confused. “ why were you running from a squirrel?”

“Cos they’re fucking scary haven’t you seen Charlie and the chocolate factory?” At my distress yknow way he does. Laugh.I soon join in and we’re just sat they’re laughing together in His room.

Once the laughing stops he breaks the silence. “How did you even get up here?”bam asks thinking back on my story “I jumped off your ramp.you any good at skating”

“Yeah pretty good you?”

“Stepped foot on one once and fell onto someone’s bed. It seems pretty cool other than that though”

“I could teach you sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that bam” me and bam speak about anything and everything with me now sitting above his covers on his bed and we switched the lamp off.

He tells me all about his family and when he asks about mine something in the room shifts it’s awkward.

Well I actually left home when I was 16 because me and my mum never got along she always preferred my sister i always hung out with my dad but I didn’t have many friends but these girls invited me to hangout with them and I snuck out an we went to some abandoned school and we would go there smoke some weed and whatever and once we were spray painting and the police turned up my friends ran and a policeman got me and I kicked him in the balls and they took me to jail and when my mum got that call she went crazy she said she was so disappointed in what I’ve become and that she won’t bail me out because she didn’t actually want me to come home. My dad eventually came in and took me home but I got there and my room was all boxed up and she kicked me out and said she didn’t want to see me again so I moved in with my sister.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know”

“Yeah well how could you I don’t tell anybody so I’m could u try not to mention that”

“Pinky promise”we interlock pinkies and I kiss my hand and he copies.the conversation moves on and soon enough we’re shushing the other to stop Laughing until I notice the clock and see that it’s 2:12 and I can tell bams tired and I am as well.

“Wait y/n it was cool talking to you and if you need to talk I’m always here.” I grab a pillow an throw it at hand face. Don’t get all sappy now bam I thought you were supposed to be a cool skater boy.

I leave and head back to my room and wriggle into bed having to shove Johnny over a bit and for a second I lay there thinking about bam and how much I trusted him I wonder what tomorrow will be like before I know it I’m out like a light.

This one was acc really long

Omg guys I’m so pissed I wrote this like a week ago but I didn’t press save and I LOST RVEYTHUNG the first one was way better

Requests always open

-liv

[pinkhoneydrop]

From Birthmarks to Pancakes

[ A/N ] - part 2 to "Something About a Birthmark" it seemed like i should give Harry and the reader some more time together lol let me know what you think : )

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - Fluff

[ word count ] - 2k

[ Masterlist ]

It was kind of weird how fast your relationship developed with Harry. One day your making trips to your local coffee shop and the next your making trips to the coffee pot on your counter that he bought for you because “no one’s coffee tastes like yours.” Or so he says.

It had been 6 days. 6 days and five nights since Harry returned back to touring. Could you even be sad about it? The stage was his home, and you knew it. The fans would take care of him. But there was a part of you that just longed for him. The morning that he left he kissed you on the forehead and squeezed your hand in his.

“Is it too soon to say I miss you?” His voice barely above a whisper as you embraced him. It was all very sweet. You cared so much for each other. Both of you shared a sadness at having to be apart for a while, but you figured you would have to get used to it. His car took him to the airport and the plane took him to LA.

6 days later and here you were sitting on your couch with your phone facing up on the pillow next to you. You were waiting for Harry to call. He had rung you for the past 5 nights in a row. You felt giddy like a teenager or a little girl waiting to speak to her crush. Not like the 26-year-old woman you really were. The hair on your arms perked up as the clock ticked closer and closer to 1am. You might regret staying up so late eventually, but you just missed Harry so much and you would do anything to have him near you again. To have him close.

You got your wish nearly 50 seconds later when his name flashed across your phone screen.

H💫…is calling…crossed the screen as the phone dared to buzz off the pillow.

“Why do you insist on calling at such an odd time?” You chuckled into the speaker. Harry sighed a breath of relief when you answered so soon.

“Jus’ miss hearing your voice.” He breathed softly into the speaker and your face flushed at the sound of him speaking. The sound of shuffling and something being set on a hard surface filled the call before Harry spoke again.

“Do you? Really?” you asked shily.

“I love to hear your voice, even when you’re so far away.”

The call was filled with the normal topics. How the day was for both of you. What you had eaten for breakfast. Mundane things always seemed to calm his thoughts.

“Just cereal, didn’t have any eggs in the fridge.” Your voice was soft as you spoke. Harry laughed as he recounted the times the two of you had breakfast together.

“Do you remember the last breakfast we had together?” a cheeky smile found a home on his lips as he thought about that morning.

“Harry that was 6 days ago how could I not remember.” You laughed again and your face got warm. It was extremely early that morning and you had made quite the spread for him. Harry awoke to you in the kitchen with your underwear on your hips and bare feet padding around the stove.

“Listen I have something to ask you.” You wondered what he could be asking that he hadn’t asked nearly every night that week.

“Y-yes? What is it?”

“Do you wanna have breakfast together again?”

“That’s a silly question, of course I do but I won’t see you again for weeks.”

“I wan’ you to come see me. In a week.”

“What?”

The phone call was silent for several moments. Both you and Harry getting increasingly anxious by the second. Was he serious? He really wanted to see you that bad? It scared you.  Breakfast became merely a means to coax you into saying yes. It was a sacred time for you. You always said breakfast was an intimate time to be shared.

“Y/n? are you there?”

You hadn’t realized you never said anything to his question.

“Yes.” You smiled as you spoke and Harry swears, he could hear it in your voice.

“To which question?” He joked trying to ease the tension on the call.

The anxiety of flying halfway across the country to visit a man you had been dating for a short time hit you all at once. Harry was famous, he was used to jet setting and needing new people all the time and doing spontaneous things. That’s why you liked him, but you couldn’t say when you met him a few months ago and spent two weeks together in your apartment shortly after that you would drop everything and go see him in LA on a whim. But surprisingly yes, you we’re about to do just that.

“Yes, I’ll come see you. In a week, right?”

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Sock clad feet plant themselves on the floor followed by a second pair of feet. The cool air of the hotel was cascading through the room and causing you to shiver. You were still happy to be there though. To be included in the process of touring. Well, for a short time that is. You flew in a couple of nights ago to see Harry upon his request. And it was definitely successful. Nearly gave the man a heart attack at the sight of you in his dressing room after his show.

Now here you were arms draped around his torso waddling along with him to the hotel bathroom to watch him brush his teeth.

“Remind me why we had to get up again?” You whined as he maneuvered around the sink. A chuckle passed through newly formed foam from toothpaste. And his eyes caught yours as you pouted in the mirror while still hanging on him.

“You know I’m not sure I remember telling you, you had to come prep tomorrow’s show with me today?” Harry teased and finished up with the sink. Placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth and dragging you along with him to his clothes. Reluctantly you let go so he could dress for the day, but the pout never left your face as you slump on the bed.

"Why are you staring at me grumpy?" Several sighs and some good intuition tipped Harry off to your stare that was boring a hole in the back of his head as he slipped on a pair of Nike shorts and running shoes.

"You look so pretty." The word almost came out in a whine. And you reached your hands out for a hug.

“You’re sad ‘cause I look pretty? That doesn’t seem quite right now does it darling?” Harry moved so he was standing between your legs as they draped off the mattress.

“You can always join me for my run!” A cheeky smile graced his lips as you groaned at the suggestion. Running? You? This early? No. Never. Harry’s thumb grazed against your bottom lip as he laughed.

"I have to go, or I’ll never make my run.” Harry whispered and then kissed you softly once more before gathering what he needed and heading out for a nice jog about the city. You stayed back and just relaxed in the room. Random people on the tv keeping y9ou company as you scrolled through your phone to pass the time.

About two hours later and Harry was back in the hotel room with you. The sun was rising further, and you were now dressed, fully showered and ready to greet the city. The knob on the hotel room door clicked before revealing Harry with his little clip in his hair. He made his way over to the bed where you sat and cocooned you in his arms for a hug.

He missed moments like this. Moments where he could just enjoy you. When he could hold you and take in how you smelled. Releasing you from the hug Harry spoke in a tired voice.

“I thought we could go for a late breakfast.”

Those words rang in your ears. You smiled and nodded your head quickly while rushing to get your bag. The two of you made your way down to the parking garage of the hotel. Shiny lacquered cars all lined up in rows. The sounds of humming engines and the squeak of rubber from Harry’s shoes hitting the concrete filled the area.

Harry stopped you just before unlocking the car door for you.

““I believe I deserve another good morning kiss.”

“Oh? Do you?”

“yeah I do.” Pulling you into him he placed a soft kiss to your lips as you giggled.

Breakfast came faster than you thought. Soon enough a tall stack of pancakes was sat in-front of both of you to share. A bottle of syrup a cup of hot chocolate and a cup of coffee. The two of you were sat by a window facing the busy streets and sidewalks. Harry kept his sunglasses on as not to cause too much attention to himself.

“you know, I don’t think those work as well as you think.” You chuckled to your self as a couple girls stopped by the window trying to snap a good photo of the man sitting across from you.

“Ahh, ley them have there fun. It’ll be a while before anyone finds me here but besides I have you to protect me.” A swift wink punctuated the words as he took a sip of his coffee.

“what are you doing all the way over there anyway? Get over here.” Harry motioned for you to come sit next to him on the opposite side of the booth. The change was easy, and you ended up thigh to thigh and arm to arm. You smiled while looking at your arms touching. He was so clingy. Always needed to be touching some part of you when he was feeling tired.

“c’mere.” You gestured for him to look at you. The fork in your hand was filled with the last of the pancakes. You held it up to his face and Harry let you feed it to him while he sat with his elbows on the table. Both of you smiled as he finished the food off.

Breakfast had been long since enjoyed by the time the two of you had your conversation interrupted by a song. Well not just a song. Harry knew it to be one of your favorites. You perked up instantly when the first note played through the speakers of the restaurant. You started going on about the lyrics and what they mean. Harry loved to watch you talk about it. How your voice got animated and how you would grab on to him when you remembered another detail. It reminded him of those two weeks back at your place. He would pick a record from your collection and the two of you would lay in the floor whilst talking about the music playing louder than it should.

Harry got up from his seat rather suddenly and you looked to him with a surprised expression.

“What? What are you doing?” you questioned him as he moved a few chairs to make some space around himself.

“jus’ give me your hand.”

You didn’t realize Harry was trying to dance with you until he spun you around and began to rock back and fourth to the beat of the song. He never failed to make you feel special. Like you were worth all the trouble in the world if he could just sway with you in his arms like this.

“We have an audience.” Your voice was muffed from its spot on his shoulder. Harry looked around a sure enough there were some cameras on the two of you but he shrugged it off. if he knew anything to be true it was that there would be many more opportunities in the future for leaked photos that included you.

“Let them look.” It was a matter of time before there were photos all over the internet.  Headlines graced articles like “Harry Styles and a mystery girl?” or “Harry Styles seen slow dancing in the middle of a restaurant.” There were many more, but the photos were so sweet he had to save one or two to his phone for the memory.

[holdinbacksecrets]

hmm vacation with bf! jk!! 🥰

i wrote this while rewatching in the soop, so that’s the inspiration

♡the idea of flying somewhere is cute, but going on a road trip would be 🥺🥺

♡you pack the day before and ask jungkook to fold your t shirts because you still can’t figure out the sorcery he applies to their cotton. he chuckles at the sight of your awe

♡you baked the monster cookies your mother used to make for family road trips. the aroma filled your apartment and brought tears to your eyes. nearly two decades have passed since you last enjoyed them

♡you leave around 1am, drive through the night, and roll the window down to watch the stars. he ruffles your hair, cooing over your cuteness and love for the night sky

♡as 4am approaches, he tells you to sleep, but you’re worried “my job’s to keep you awake” “i’ll wake you up if i’m feeling tired. how does that sound?”

♡instead, you’re woken at 9am because he stopped for snacks, understandably so. your monster cookies are far from what he’s craving

♡you drive for a while so he can eat, and jungkook is quick to take control of the music. you miss his adoring smile while admiring you in the driver's seat and tracing the moles on your skin with his eyes. your entire body relaxes as his melodious voice fills your ear. “the first time you sang for me, i fell asleep in your living room.” “i remember that. knew i loved you then.”

♡talking about anything and everything. topics you never expected to land on come up, and your heart skips a beat when jungkook mentions engagement rings, wondering what diamond cut is your favorite, guessing correctly that you want a colored stone

♡the first week of your vacation will be spent in the countryside as jungkook has spoken so highly of his time there with his members. you naturally wanted to experience it too

♡after settling in and unpacking, the two of you walk to the small town to buy groceries for the week

♡you crouch down outside the shop to greet a cat with a reverberating purr. you could spend hours in that very position, admiring the furry friend with kind eyes and grey coloring, approaching a trance of comfort when jungkook calls your name

♡it rains that afternoon. the two of you sit out on the front porch; your head rests comfortably on jungkook’s shoulder. the serene quiet is interrupted when you ask what he’s thinking about. you’re curious what it’s like for him to be still. you’ve asked before, but the fascination finds you again. your curiosity lingers before blooming like floral spring

♡spreading a blanket out on the cool grass that evening after dinner, listening to the sounds of little critters drowned out by the city’s loudness and apartment living

♡falling asleep after a glass of wine— you’re a lightweight, but jungkook wakes you up because he knows how you feel about brushing your teeth before bed

♡jungkook wakes up so early, and you find him shirtless on the dock painting the view. you sit behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his bare back. his fingertips brush your hand. you kiss his skin

♡you brought ingredients for hot chocolate and start your day with its sweetness instead of your usual coffee while jungkook looks through the fridge and sings the options

♡going on walks together, loving the breeze and the way it collects the aromas of wildflowers, rich dirt, and the subtle notes of jungkook’s body wash

♡playing twenty questions and giggling whenever one of you catches a subtle lie from the other. eventually, one of you slips and misses a skewed detail “the only punishment i can think of is doing the dishes, but you love to.”

♡you brought your most prized possession: a vintage polaroid (and a new scrapbook). hours of the trip were spent creating a book of vacation memories with handwritten notes and cute stickers from the bottom of your bag

♡a sentimental conversation late at night, talking about recent battles with anxiety because sometimes reality crashes down on you so hard, but it’s damage is swallowed by the fast pace of life until you slow down again

♡tracing morning dew on the bedroom window while your opposite hand smooths the soft strands of his hair. jungkook’s cheek is pressed into the pillow. his lips are parted. you begin to hum as the rain starts again, feeling peaceful, hoping it stays, and knowing it will as long as he’s with you

♡watching movies in the living room you haven’t seen in ages, singing tunes, and playfully showing off remembered choreography from your youth choir’s performance of under the sea

♡packing your things. seven days passed in a blink, but the city you're soon to meet makes it easier to leave. "goodbye house. goodbye fireflies. goodbye clear sky. i'll see you again soon beyond the clouds."

[rreskk]

Curiosity killed the pussy

Summary: Inspired by one of my first ever fanfics (and most popular), voicemail. This is a... Second? Part? Maybe? I don't really know, but it's a oneshot based on a different interpretation from the first fanfic. Instead of ignoring Trevor's calls, the reader answers (during the dead of night) and you can already tell what this means.

TW: -Smut

Word count: 1813

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

“Hello?” You had answered, eyes barely opening as you were awoken at 1am by the sound of your phone-call. It was silly really… You didn’t even bother to look at the contact ID.

“Hey, sugar,” A familiar, husky voice radiated from the speaker, “Whatcha doin’ awake at this time? Don’t you have your beauty sleep?”

It was Trevor – his smirk being heard from over the line with how smug and freakish he was – and he didn’t seem sympathetic to wake you. Not at all.

“Trev, it’s 1am…”

“I can read the time, darling.”

“What do you need?” You sat up from your bed, holding the phone close to your ear.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you a lot. I miss you.” He purred.

It should be too early to feel sudden butterflies in your tummy as he’d continue pestering your half-awake presence, yet it didn’t stop him. You could feel his eyes ogling your profile picture with a toothy, predatory grin. He was easy to predict (in that sense anyway).

“I wanted to speak to you. I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” His whispers growing more seductive and slurred. The deepness, the harshness; it enlightened your ears.

“It’s so late, Trevor.”

“But it ain’t too late to see my precious girl, hm? I’ve been craving for these calls, baby. Remind me; whatever happened to our late nights together?”

There was ignorance like he was planning on escorting this conversation into what he wants. You sensed the manipulation from the long-distant line.

“You had gotten busy in Los Santos,” You turned on the lamp on the night-stand, “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“I believe so.”

“Jesus… C’mon, [y/n], that’s been too long, right? I don’t wanna lose our streak.” He softly whined.

“From what I remember, you failed to return my calls. Sooo… You may be talking to yourself.”

“Don’t be bitter with me.”

“I’m not being bitter, I’m just being honest.”

“Your honesty is turning me on. Real bad.”

“Everything turns you o – “

“Incorrect, [y/n]. Everything you do, that turns me on.” He’d snicker.

You rolled your eyes but he seemed to have felt your spitefulness from the phone. There was a heavy rustle from his line. He was clearly shuffling around. There was no wind turbulence nor background voices. It was just him and echoes of what seems to be bedsheets.

“What are you doing?” You asked, hiding back a grin.

The distant sound of his giggles was audible and soon, he returned to his phone.

“What? Missing me already?”

“Noooo,” Maybe you sounded too defensive there, “I was just wondering. There was lots of rustling. Sounded like you were crawling through some bubble wrap.”

“I was gettin’ comfy, princess. Why? Can’t a guy use his own bed?” Trevor playfully huffed.

“Alright, alright. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Curiosity kills the cat.”

“Does it now?” You smiled.

“Mhm…”

“Is it not mischievous of me to be curious about the background noises?”

“Oh, it’s very mischievous… And deviant. You wanna know what I’m doin’. ‘Cause I know you got a damn good idea…”

“Why might I get in trouble for wanting to know?”

He chuckled lowly, “Immoral, my girl. It’s partially unacceptable to drive a man’s arousal when you aren’t around. It’s painful…”

“Poor baby…”

“What are you wearing, [y/n]?”

You bite your lip and glance down at your loose PJs that were creased and barely stable over your frame. Without knowing of the future circumstances, you went to be bed with no intensions of covering up properly.

“Mm… Just a T-shirt…”

“No bra?”

“No bra.” You confirmed.

Trevor exhaled sharply, the shakiness being heard through the phone-call. What came next was a cruel growl as he seemed to be holding back an itchy urge to moan.

“Fuck… No panties, babe?”

“M’no. Just a T-shirt.”

“Send picture.” He almost urgently demanded.

You subtly murmured in response, “I’ll call back.”

After he hung up, you lifted up your shirt to expose your free breasts and took a Birdseye picture. It was dark, but your lamp helped light up the curves and shades of your figure. Especially your tits.

You took a few seconds to admire the beauty of your picture. You weren’t exactly confident before you met him, but ever since your life had (unwillingly) tangled with his, he had left you completely sure of your own body. Trevor gave you the body worship to leave you happy and proud of your own skin. He loves every inch of you… So you know he’ll drool over this picture, even if it’s low-quality and dark.

You sent an attachment picture of your nudes and saw the status turn from “delivered” to “read.” There was a few seconds to spare. Them seconds took minutes, hours, years, a lifetime. You’d chew on your lip and dreamily caress your breast with one hand. You pretended your hand was his big, scrawny ones – pretending he was there with you – yet the thought was rudely disturbed once that same caller ID phoned you, again.

“…” There was heavy breathing.

“Trevor?” Your voice broke with anticipation and desire.

“I need you.” He finally growled. There was a creepy musk to his pronunciation. He was in heat, the ugly mess inside him causing such a low, stiff pitch to his voice.

And it made you instantly wet; your core shrieking.

“Mmm, yeah…”

“Keep whimpering like that,” Trevor breathed, “I need you on me. I want you, now. Now, now.”

“God…”

“You touching yourself, babe?”

You struggled to hold the phone since your hand, that was preoccupied with your breast, had unconsciously migrated to your pussy. A finger rotated and bashfully slandered your core opening. There was a loose grip, your body growing this natural instinct that he was there to fuck you (thanks to the many times he was there to heal your internal loneliness), so your pussy was free, open; missing some extra contact.

“Yes, yes.” You’d timidly whimper.

“Wanting me there with you?”

“Yes…”

“Me too, [y/n], me too.” Trevor ached. His phone shuffled again and the product of this distraction grabbed your undeniable focus.

A coy, savage noise of his brutish hand was mangling the length of his penis, his skin burning due to the raw contact. It was a naked sound. Your line picked it up easily and your dirty mind had resorted to a fantasy.

“Fuck – “ You grunted and began to finger yourself harder. The thought of sucking him senselessly, the need of his flaming cock. You missed having that intense physical contact with him. You’d be damned if he’d spend more time down Los Santos. Without his touch, you had no business around Sandy Shores.

You’d just wait;

Masturbate alone,

Moan his name,

Call him,

Sext him,

Sleep alone,

Masturbate alone,

REPEAT.

 “Oh, yes, yes!” Trevor outrageously cried, “Mmm, I can see you riding my dick hard, baby. Fuck… God, I miss you. I fuckin’ miss you… GOD!”

You had inserted two fingers now. They were replacing the yearning for his touch, and although it wasn’t enough, it was doing the job. You leaned your head back against the pillow and quietly moaned unattainable slurs of his name, the syllables falling pathetically from your tongue.

“[y/n], [y/n]! Oh, fuck, I love you!”

The mutual pining and alluring hunger between your pleasant whines, sheepish moans. Trevor continued to mount his dick as his ears were out hunting for your supressed groans. He tried to encourage you, but whenever he attempted to verbally execute his plans, they’d fall into piles of broken cries and ridiculous moans. He was loud after all. There was no denying the fact. His big mouth would grow even more whenever he’s around you, or your voice.  

“I want your cock, Trevor,” You were breathless and winded, “I need you so bad, baby… Oh God, I’m gonna – “

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. You better show me a fuckin’ picture after… FUCK!”

“Pleeeeaseee!”

Trevor snarled and pushed the phone closer to his beaten cock, his hand jerking the last of his orgasm as he couldn’t help but squirm.

“Shit, I LOVE YOU!” He whimpered, his cock ejaculating the warm semen. He wished you were there to watch. He stared down at his orgasm with a glare before returning his attention to his phone. You were still moaning his name.

“Trevor, fuck, fuck!”

“Gimme that pussy, babe…”

“I’m gonna – GOD! I NEED YOU SO BAD!” You wailed.

“I can hear your cunt from here… Mmm, you fuckin’ slut. Faster, c’mon, do it for me.” Trevor sadistically giggled and continued to listen to the overwhelming stimulation behind your noises.

“I- I, Oh… Oh, God, Oh SHIT!”

 It felt like you were being torn apart. Your fingers were numb, the oozing white cum burning your flesh alive. The relief your stomach felt, the sweat coldly seeping from your pores at the temperature changes. You made a small shriek and grew silent. The phone felt from your vacant hand as it fell upon the mattress nearby.

He giggled from the speaker beside you – “Such a desperate whore… God, I miss you… C’mon, give me a picture, yeah?”

You nodded, even if he couldn’t see, and hung up to proceed with the picture. Your camera was exposed to your cum-wracked pussy, the surface red-hot and cum drooling from your pubes and entrance. It was a perfect mess. You’ve captured the perfect shot and immediately sent it to him.

As for before, it went from “delivered” to “seen” in seconds.

The three dots that would signal his response would start and pause, an irregular pattern that lasted for a few minutes. He was definitely losing it from his side of the screen. You could just tell.  

However, you received a picture back instead.

It took a few readjusted moments for the pixels to clear, and once it did, you quickly stopped your jaw from dropping. Trevor had sent a nude back. His cock, red and bruised, limby sat in his sticky hand. There was a pool of semen upon his small stomach pouch and his thighs, hairy and thick, had small scatters as well.

The caption from the picture included the phrase; ‘Came hard 4 u again… Ur pic hot ASF!’

You giggled and responded with a simple text.

‘I miss you’

He was quick to respond – ‘Miss me sm that u cum hardr when we togetha again’

Like a school girl, you smiled giddily at his message until another text came through.

‘Now get ur beauty sleep. Gonna call u in mrning. Luv u!’

His contact status soon turned offline and you threw your phone aside, unable to contain your enjoyment. Although you were still sticky and wet, the orgasm had knocked you completely. You advanced into your unconscious sleep momentarily.

The excitement of what tomorrow brings had made you dream good, and great.

[alicelufenia]

What follows is a little micro fiction I wrote in a daze at 1am, about my latest Baldur's Gate 3 character Tavierra, cleric of Eilistraee, dancer, singer, and former assassin of Menzoberranzan. This takes place in her early life, before transitioning, before meeting the Silverhair Knight who aided and abetted her escape to the surface and a life with the goddess who would see the Drow liberated.

Most days when I sleep, there are no dreams. That is how it is for Drow. It was only in my fourth or fifth decade that I even learned the word "dream". When trancing fails to bring us rest and we must lay our heads and bodies down and, against every instinct, let consciousness slip away, we know only oblivion.

Like a book with dense text that, upon turning a leaf you are greeted with a set of blank pages. Sometimes they number a few, sometimes a dozen, two dozen, a hundred—and you flip them each time expecting something and are rewarded with more blankness until, once you're convinced there are no more written pages—FLIP—and the story continues at the next waiting word, the missing syllable from the last string of letters that, united, form a whole. The passing of one waking moment to another, across half a dozen hours, a miniature abyss of time and knowing.

In my youth and foolish growing years I would often lay myself down to sleep, cease for a time, and upon waking ask myself if I still am me. Do I fall asleep only to wake as another person. With a blink my eyes adjust to the infrared and cast about my person, alone as I remember. I never slept when others were around, not back then, not with the company I kept. Quickly each detail would come back to me; the slip slide of spider silk sheets over my body, my room with a textiles work bench, shelves of books placed out of order, the modest shrine to Lolth in the corner, yesterday's discarded clothes strewn on the floor. The walls are decorated with multi-colored spider silk threads, the resident spiders in their usual resting corners. I see all of this, and I know I am still me. I get up, and go about my day.

I don't remember when I first started seeing and remembering after sleep. My friend from before I entered the academy, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set tight as I signed to him in the silent speech of my people, asking if he sometimes saw things when he slept. "If you see visions gifted by Lolth, that is right and proper," his fingers spoke into the palm of my hand. "If you see anything else, do not speak it, do not sign it. Cast it from your mind and into the abyss. This discussion never happened." I didn't share any more, with him or anyone else, after that.

Most sleeps I did not dream, enjoying instead the common nothingness I had grown accustomed to. But on occasion—at least a dozen times a year—I would close my eyes and marvel at

her

She was always present in my dreams, sometimes front and center with no distractions, sometimes off in the distance, but I always could count on her presence. A maiden with long flowing white hair, limber and lithe limbs twirling in arcs and spirals about her body. She commanded the space around her, yet unlike most women I did not feel compelled to cast down my eyes lest she demanded them from my skull. In my dreams, she demanded nothing from me, only offering an invitation. To watch. To sing. To dance with her. I almost felt like I could do it, like I could stay by her side and abandon all masks, all denial, all ambition, and just Be.

Other visions featured in my dreams plenty. Images and landscapes I would not understand until years later, when I would journey to the world's surface in raiding parties, doing what was demanded of me. Rolling hills of dark green flora speckled with color, towering plants thicker and taller than any mushrooms, their canopies creating strange cavern-like spaces in this realm beyond the Underdark. And above them, an expanse deeper in its height than the deepest layers of the abyss, sparkling lights dancing like the faerie fire glittering off every building's edge in the city, only more, so many, many more.

When I woke from the first such dream, my eyes were wet with streaks of tears, though I could feel no irritation in them. It would be half a century before I knew what it meant to cry. I then gathered myself, and rose feeling truly renewed. Going forth into the waking world, I played the game I was born to play—mercantile ventures, performing in plays to entertain prospective nobles looking to adopt, and once in their employ, I would carry out their covert deeds of spying and assassination. This work I did and did it well, with one concern on my mind: survival til the next cycle of Narbondel.

Till the next time I could sleep, and gaze upon the Dark Maiden and the lands above, where trees and flowers grow.

[vkelleyart]

Storytime: My traumatic pregnancies and why abortion access is also a mental health issue. (Part one.)

(TW: Miscarriage, Pregnancy complications, PPA/PPD, Blood)

"What happened, didn't you take care of yourself?"

That was what an elder female coworker said to me the day I returned to the office after my miscarriage.

In November 2011, I was 15 weeks along in my first pregnancy when I woke up to blood on the mattress. Having never been pregnant before, I genuinely didn't know what it meant; I'd heard that bleeding during pregnancy happened sometimes, and the worst I allowed myself to contemplate was a scenario that put me on bed rest for the remainder of the nine months. Fearing what the doctor would say, I called my older sister first to basically beg her for reassurance that there a chance that I––and by extension, the baby––was fine. Obviously, she had no answers, so I got a hold of my in-laws to take me to the OB/GYN for an emergency visit since my husband was still teaching at the school.

The technician was very quiet during the ultrasound. We're talking no eye contact. I had to ask if there was a heartbeat.

"No. There's no heartbeat."

She said nothing else. Just wiped off the gel, moved the box of tissues next to my table, and left. My mother in-law gathered me up into her arms, and I wept while we waited for my doctor to reiterate what the ultrasound had already proven. When my OB/GYN doctor of two years finally showed up, she sat across from me with a sympathetic look on her face and said, "I'm so sorry, Jennifer."

I paused in my sobbing to croak, "My name is Venessa."

"What?" She glanced down at her file. "Oh, I'm sorry, they gave me the wrong file! Excuse me..." And then she was gone, too.

It was a Friday, and as there was no chance of getting me in for a D&C until Monday, I was sent home and blandly informed that I might experience "some intense cramping" and should therefore have some Ibuprofen on hand. On the way out the door, my in-laws told my husband what I didn't have the voice to say over the phone, so he found a last-minute sub and met all of us at a Mexican restaurant where his parents treated us to Wheaton's best fajitas and sangria in hopes of easing the pain we were in. (I later found out he excused himself from class to cry by himself in the teacher's bathroom.)

Foolishly did I assume the worst was over and that all that lay ahead of me was some period cramping. It was 1AM when I woke up with pain like I was being impaled through my lower midsection.

I remember crawling on all fours to the phone and dialing the emergency number to my OB's office. Several prompts later, I finally got a human, a nurse who asked me what I was feeling.

"They said cramping," I said through gritted teeth. "This isn't normal. I feel like I'm dying--"

"You've just miscarried. You were far enough along that this may feel more like an early labor than a period."

"What??" I gasped. "What do I do? Can I come in? I can't even stand up..."

"It doesn't pay to come into urgent care for this," he said mechanically. "There's not really anything we can do for you. Just take another ibuprofen and it should run its course."

My breath vacated my lungs. "Right... Okay... Thank you..."

I hung up and crawled back to my bed room, grabbing my husband's arm and scaring the daylights out of him when he opened his eyes to find me on the floor. He scrambled out of bed and lifted me up, walking me out to the living room as I cried. I nearly dragged him down with me when another contraction lanced me through the gut and my legs gave out.

I couldn't sit and I couldn't stand, so he brought me over to the CD player, put on Michael Bublé, and let me lean all my weight into him as we rocked in place––a sort of tragic slow dance punctuated by waves of agony 5 minutes apart. He helped me to the bathroom several times over the next five hours as my body violently expelled all the evidence that I'd ever been pregnant, like I was trapped in an endless Sam Raimi movie.

Finally, just before the sun rose, my body calmed enough for us to go back to bed. When Monday came, they told me the D&C was unnecessary. An ultrasound showed my uterus was empty.

A clean canvas. Like nothing had ever happened.

Except I'd started painting the nursery. The room beside my bedroom had been cleared of my drafting table and art supplies to make room for a new little person I'd never had a chance to know. I walked around my house like a ghost for several days while I recovered and grieved, always winding up in this room and never remembering how I got there, punishing myself with shame-driven thoughts about having caused it because the fact was, I was so scared to be pregnant.

I wondered, Had I willed this? From the moment the second purple stripe showed up on the pee stick, I grappled with terror of having a difficult labor and delivery, of not being tall enough to house a growing baby without destroying my body, of handing down the generational trauma that had made so many of my family members succumb to addiction, codependency, depression, and other psychological maladies. I knew this baby would also mean leaving my job because it involved so much traveling. My world would be completely upended, and while this was what I wanted and had chosen, it was also a leap into the unknown that put everything in my life at risk, above all, my life itself.

Prior to my miscarriage, I'd had an abnormal ultrasound––abnormal in that the fetus was smaller than it should have been at the time the ultrasound was taken. My doctor reassured me it wasn't something to worry about in a tone that seemed to convey this was a common occurrence, so I tried not to dwell on it. Of course, I now understand that this was the first sign that, genetically, the baby would not make it to term.

Society told me my fears were selfish considerations. And for this reason, despite all the evidence in that very first ultrasound that told me this was not a typical pregnancy, I shamed and blamed myself for losing it. I internalized the chilly regard of the technicians and the doctor's kid glove treatment of me as evidence that all this trauma was on me. And when I came back to work, all the words of comfort from other women around me who had also miscarried, among them one of my supervisors, got drowned out as soon as one ignorant woman accused me of not taking care of myself.

Looking back on that experience in the wake of losing Roe v. Wade, I've considered what a court would say today about what happened to me. Would they side with the person at my workplace, confiscate the journals where I poured out my worries as evidence that I had in fact stunted my own pregnancy somehow?

I also marvel at how lucky I was to have a caring spouse and supportive family members in a moment where all my healthcare resources abandoned me to face a traumatic labor and delivery in my own bathroom. I've given birth to two children since then, and though neither of those labors were as painful as my miscarriage was, those experiences solidified the decision that, were I to get pregnant a fourth time, I would abort it.

But that's another story.

[Part Two coming soon.]

[putuponpercy]

Hi I haven't written a fic for this fandom in over a year but I saw the first couple paragraphs in my drafts last night and went in a trance at 1am finishing it anyways here's a little snippet from The Early Days section of my They're Just People AU enjoy

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Thomas glared at the small flock of seagulls a short distance away, fighting over the small scraps of food Edward threw in their direction. "You shouldn't feed them.”

His colleague merely shrugged. "A little won't do too much harm," he said, chucking another scrap towards the hungry birds.

"Nasty things," grumbled Thomas, shaking his head. "Lost many a decent meal to them back when I was on the streets.”

"Well you needn't have to worry about that now. You're plenty fed.”

A tut and an eye roll was Thomas' only response.

Come to think of it, the young’un had been in a particularly sour mood for the majority of the day. More so than usual. Reaching into his lunchbox, Edward pulled out half a sandwich then held it out to his companion. “Sarnie for your thoughts?”

Thomas wrinkled his nose. “Ain't tuna is it?”

“Chicken and sweetcorn.”

Satisfied Thomas plucked the sandwich from Edward’s grasp, wasting no time in scarfing it down while Edward waited patiently for his colleague to spill the beans. He didn't pressure Thomas, even after the young lad had finished eating and opted for fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater in silence. He knew Thomas would speak up in his own time. For whatever reason, ever since that fateful night the pair crossed paths at Barrow Central Thomas had chosen to put his full unwavering trust in Edward, although Edward wasn't exactly sure why. All he did was offer the lad a hot meal in exchange for getting him and his engine across the bridge.

“Reggie and Bart returned to the Main Land this morning.”

Speaking of.

Edward's brow raised in surprise. “Have they? Huh… that's the first I've heard of it.”

“And Alfie and Raymond are leaving this evening,” continued Thomas. “Isaac and Harry too.”

Humming, Edward grabbed the flask sitting next to his lunchbox. He unscrewed the cap and took a small sip of his tea. “Seems more and more are heading back by the day.” After another sip he gave a reassuring smile. “Worry not, I'm sure it'll be us soon.”

“And then what? What happens after we leave here?”

“Well… I suppose it's back to passenger trains and goods runs across the Furness line. Shame really. Not that I'm complaining, no. But Sodor’s been a breath of fresh air I suppose. Nice to feel useful after…” Edward trailed off, trying to shake off the memories of how his coworkers back on the Main Land often spoke down or belittled him. “Still, the Furness Railway is my home.”

The two lapsed into silence, though it wasn't comfortable, the air still felt as if something was left unsaid. Taking a quick peek at his pocket watch, Edward wasted no more time in packing up his lunchbox. “Right, come along you. Sir Topham Hatt wanted to see us before our goods train this afternoon.”

“Is’at right? What could the Fat Controller want to see us for?”

Edward tsked. “I do wish you wouldn't entertain the other's idea of such a demeaning nickname.”

Thomas waved him off. “Shove off will ya, it's not like we call him that to his face.”

“I dare wonder if that makes it even worse.” Shaking his head, Edward continued, “Regardless, we should make haste. Who knows, perhaps he'll tell us our loan period is up ‘an all. That this time tomorrow we'll be the ones crossing that bridge back to the Main Land!”

“Back to Furness Railway, you mean?” Thomas asked quietly, expression unreadable.

“Precisely.” Tilting his head to one side, Edward frowned. “Hadn't we just gone over that?”

Abruptly, Thomas stood, balling his fists at his sides. “But Edward- I don't work for Furness Railway, remember? You picked me up off the streets because you didn't have a fireman. What's going to happen to me once we go back? They'll kick me out the moment they realise I'm not one of them! I can't go back to living on the streets, Edward - I can't go - I don't want to go back there! I-”

Two warm hands gently clasped Thomas’ own that had found their way up to gripping his hair somewhere amidst his panic. “Thomas, I need you to breathe for me. Deep breaths now, in - and out. Good lad, and again.”

Thomas followed suit, taking a few shaky breaths. When had his breathing gotten out of control? When did he start crying for Christ's sake? His hands slowly lowered from his head, feeling Edward give them one last reassuring squeeze before pulling away. “...sorry,” he said pathetically.

“Don't be daft, you've got nothing to be sorry for,” Edward replied without a beat. His gaze softened. “I should apologise. I had no idea how distraught you had been feeling about all this. I just wished you had brought it up sooner rather than letting it build up like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said again. “It's just that, coming here - to Sodor - has been the best thing to ever happen to me, least from what I remember. I have a roof over me head, I don't have to worry about when my next meal will be, I have a job, and you- Edward you've been ever such a good friend to me.” He paused, batting a hand across his damp cheek. “I'm terrified to lose it all.”

Edward swallowed a lump in his throat at being called ‘friend’. He never had quite gotten along with his coworkers back home, so in a sense, Thomas was his first real friend since joining the railway. He placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “I wouldn't be such a good friend if I allowed you to go back to living on the streets, would I?”

Confused, Thomas asked, “But where else would I go?”

Edward shrugged. “Well, while my flat isn’t exactly grand in size I'm sure there's some room to squeeze you in.”

Blue eyes widened. “What? You're saying I can come live with you?”

“I mean- only if you'd like to-”

“Of course!” Thomas cried, leaping over to squeeze the other in a hug. “Thank Edward, thank you! I won't cause no bother I swear!”

Edward grinned. “No bother? That doesn't sound quite like you,” he teased, giving the other lad a pat on the back.

Pulling away, Thomas matched him with a cheeky smile of his own. “Well- within reason, of course.”

“Of course. And I'm sure we can try and get you work on their railway, although the chances are it won't be as my fireman, there are still plenty of opportunities. Even if it's something as giving Old Coppernob’s engine a good polish.”

“As long as it's nothing to do with stinky fish I'm up for anything!”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Edward took another glance at his pocket watch and almost gawked at the time. “Right, come along you, we're running late! Don't want to keep the Fat - I mean - Sir Topham Hatt waiting.”

Renewed with energy and anticipation for the future the pair climbed aboard their engine together ready to tackle the rest of the day ahead, unbeknownst to them that the Fat Controller was about to drop the bombshell that Furness Railway had expressed that they now had zero interest in having Edward, nor his engine, return home to them.

[zoomguanyu]

An Early Gift

Sergio has a birthday present for Max.

A/N: I wrote this at 1am because I woke up suddenly remembering it's Max's birthday.

This is my first attempt at RPF, and I don't really know how to write these two. So please don't eat me.

Words: ~700

Read on Ao3 instead

"Do you want your birthday present early?"

"What?"

"Do you want your birthday present early?"

A quizzical smile crosses Max's face as he contemplates the question. A question which took Sergio forever to gather the courage to ask despite the innocence that comes with the sentence. So much of the future lays upon whether Max answers yes or no—and even more if he doesn't like the present—all which still remains unbeknownst to the young driver.

"What is it?" Max asks, which is the wrong answer.

"No, no, you answered with a question. Say yes or no. Do you want your present early?"

Max hums, rocking back and forth and drumming his fingers on his thigh. He's sitting on the edge of his bed along with Sergio and sometimes the latter worries his teammate might fall off with the amount of rocking he does. But it helps Max decide, even if it's a moment far too long for such a seemingly mundane choice. "Yes," he finally says.

Sergio takes the present out of his pocket and presents it in his hand. It's wrapped neatly with a bow to tie it off, and its suspicious shape already provides clues for Max on what it is. Not that Max seems to put those clues together because he asks again "what is it?" as though Checo is dumb enough to tell him the answer.

Sergio only smiles as a response.

A little tearing at the paper finally reveals the leather box inside. Only then does Max’s curiosity disappear from his face as shock replaces it. “Checo...what did you do…?”

Checo finally speaks when Max opens the box to discover the little diamond ring inside. He slips off the edge of Max's bed and drops to one knee. "Max... we have known each other for many years, but only shared a few of those together as one. You have made me the happiest man upon this Earth. I would not be where I am without you. We may not always be teammates in the race, but I want us to be partners in life. So...¿quieres casarte conmigo?"

Max's jaw remains agape as he listens to each word, and even a few seconds after Checo finishes. Then he snaps the box shut and jumps to his feet, his free hand reaching to grip his hair. "Are you serious?"

"Very."

A weak gasp escapes him. His eyes dart around the room, searching for something that may tell him it’s all a prank. If he’s disappointed there’s no hidden camera nor secret paparazzi watching through the window blinds, he doesn’t show it and instead starts slowly pacing the room.

Sergio's never deemed himself a master of recognizing emotions, but he had believed he understood Max’s. Yet in this moment he can't tell if his lover is happy or not. He's never seen Max completely speechless. Not when the man usually loves talking to him. His knee is starting to hurt and he finally stands, expression stilled to hide his growing disappointment.

And then Max begins crying. In three strides he crosses all the ground he's put between them and throws himself against Checo, arms wrapping around his new fiancé. “Took you forever to ask!”

Sergio can’t help but laugh. He hugs Max tightly as he kisses him on the cheek, then the jaw, then kisses away the salty tears. “You had me worried. I thought you might say no.”

“Who could turn you down?” Max manages through his sobs.

“Not you.”

He waits until Max runs dry of tears and his breathing becomes less erratic before their lips meet for a much slower and more passionate kiss. Although Max no longer cries, he still becomes emotional when Sergio slips the ring on his finger. Securing what they've known for a long time. They were to be companions for the rest of their life.

And they couldn't be happier.

A/N: ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? — Will you marry me? (Please correct me if I’m wrong)

It should be noted this is also written by an aromantic person and I don’t know how to write proposals.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[austinsgirl]

facetime fun (smut) | austin butler one shot

pairing: austin x fem!reader

rating: nsfw

word count: 727

summary: your boyfriend austin butler is currently away in australia filming his elvis biopic. you’re wide awake late at night. your facetime call turns into something more than just talking

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation

cross posted on wattpad

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It's 1am & you're wide awake laying in bed. You can't sleep for the life of you, no matter how hard you tried, and of course, you had to be up early for work.

You text your boyfriend, Austin, to see if he's still awake. You're currently long distancing it as he's all the way across the world, Australia, to be exact. He's currently filming his upcoming biopic about Elvis Presley.

"You awake?" you text.

"Um, yeah? It's 3:00 in the afternoon." he responds.

"Sorry. Im so tired I forgot what time it is there. But apparently I'm apparently not tired enough to fall asleep."

"You can't fall asleep?"

"Nope."

Instead of texting back, Austin FaceTimes you. Of course, you answer it immediately to see his black hair all a mess, and his bright blue eyes just waiting.

"Hi handsome. Two FaceTimes today? I love this for me." you say when answering.

"Well, Im off today, so I figured if you're still up we can talk til you fall asleep."

"Okay. I miss you."

"I miss you too, darlin'." he lets out his Elvis twang.

"I wish you were here with me."

"I wish I was too."

"I wish you were here, snuggling me & kissing me."

"Yeah? Anything else?" he smirks.

"I wish you were touching me in all the right places."

"Like where?"

"Like my breasts, my ass,....my clit."

"Oh?"

"Mhm."

"Well, I super wish I was home so I could pleasure you all night long."

"Maybe you still can."

"Go on." Austin says, being intrigued.

"Tell me what to do myself. Ask me questions. Talk dirty."

"Alright, what are you wearing right now?"

"My pink lace panties with one of your tshirts."

"I love it when you wear my clothes. Especially after we have sex. I find it so sexy when you do that."

"When was your favorite time with us together in bed?"

"Babygirl, I don't have a favorite. Every time is amazing."

"But if you had to pick a time, what you would pick?"

"Hmm, probably this last time when you came to visit."

"I remember that. Fuck, I'm so turned on right now." you slowly start to rub yourself over your panties.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Mhm, over my panties to start. Keep going. Tell me about that last time."

"I remember us going into my bedroom here in Australia. We started off by kissing very passionately as we made our way to the bed. I pushed you down as we were still kissing. I lifted up the skirt of your dress, putting my hand down your panties, rubbing on your clit."

With those words, moved your panties to the side & started rubbing on your clit.

"Mmm, what happened after that?"

"I broke the kiss to undress you. I slipped off your dress, revealing your breasts as you weren't wearing a bra. I removed your underwear before going down on you."

You feel yourself become more wet the more he goes on.

"Then what?"

"I sucked & played with your clit while fingering you in & out. I kept going until you were about to cum."

"Which is what I'm about to do right now."

"Don't. Wait til I finish the story."

"Hurry up then, I'm so close."

You look over to Austin, you can tell he's turned on too.

"You know you can touch yourself too." you mention.

"Nah, It's all about you right now."

"If you say so. Continue?"

"Yeah. Once you had your first of many orgasms, I took my bottoms off and slowly inserted myself into you, going in & out. Our lips on each other's, our tongues fighting for dominance, as we passionately made love to one another. Wasn't long until we both came, and we went in for round two."

You started to pick up the pace, rubbing every inch of yourself.

"Finish, I'm about to lose it."

"Round two was faster, and harder. I had you screaming my name multiple times. Neither of could control ourselves. We kept going & going, until we both couldn't take it."

You feel yourself release, and with that, a moan escaped from your lips.

"Feel better now?" he asks.

"Uh huh." you get out while catching your breath. "I love you. Im booking a flight out to see you again. Fuck work."

"I love you too. You know where to find me."

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part 2

[hamsterclaw]

Decent

You help Jin out when he needs it, because he seems like a good guy. You're not expecting him to want to stay in your life.

Pairing: Seokjin x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Sex, swearing

You eye the besuited man who’s standing in front of you, breathless and sweaty.

He’s good-looking, despite the fact that he looks a little flustered right now.

‘Can I help?’ you ask. You put a bit of warmth in your expression to temper the briskness of your words.

It takes him a moment to calm enough to speak.

‘Someone’s stolen my wallet and phone. Could I use your phone?’ he asks.

You push the phone towards him. ‘Feel free.’

He picks up the handset then pauses. He’s got an expression that’s all too familiar to you.

‘Can’t remember anyone’s numbers?’ you ask, sympathetically.

He shakes his head, frustrated.

‘Where do you need to go? Can I call you a taxi?’ you offer.

‘I don’t have any cash on me. I was going to go to a hotel,’ he tells you.

You look at each other.

He looks so forlorn, standing there with his rumpled suit and his bag in one hand, that you find yourself feeling sorry for him.

‘Listen, I’m off in twenty minutes. I can take you to where you need to go,’ you offer.

He looks like he’s going to reject your offer, so you point out that it’s 1am, and that most places are closed.

Luckily, Berna, the girl who’s taking over from you, arrives early so you can leave.

You look at the man sitting on the spare chairs. ‘Come on. I’ll take you.’

You walk with him to your tiny hatchback, parked in the employee car park.

‘She’s old, but she gets me there,’ you say, jokingly, as he fastens his seatbelt and you start the engine.

He looks at you.

Finally, he smiles. ‘Thank you for giving me a lift.’

‘Don’t worry about it, looks like you had a shit day. I know all about those,’ you tell him.

You plug the address into your GPS and head for his hotel.

‘I’m Jin,’ he says.

You look over at him. ‘I’m Y/N,’ you reply politely. ‘You don’t mind a little music, do you?’

He shakes his head.

You put on the radio and leave it playing softly. This time of night, the station you prefer plays jazz. It’s calming.

‘How are you going to contact anyone?’ you ask.

‘I’ve got a meeting with a friend tomorrow. I know where his office is,’ Jin says.

You nod. ‘Good.’

It’s a twenty-minute drive to his hotel, and as you pull up outside it you admire how fancy it is.

‘How are you going to pay for this?’ you ask, concerned.

‘It’s paid for on my credit card,’ Jin tells you. ‘I’ve got my passport on me.’

‘Want me to wait until they let you check in?’ you offer.

Jin hesitates. ‘Would you mind?’

You park the car and walk with him into the hotel. As you head to the reception desk you see how the desk clerk straightens up as Jin approaches. He’d taken time in the car to straighten out his suit, run his fingers through his hair. He looks pretty polished.

You lean against the counter, facing away, whilst Jin checks in.

He shows you his keycard for the room. ‘Thanks for waiting,’ he tells you. ‘I can’t thank you enough for helping me out.’

You smile. ‘Don’t worry about it. You looked like you could use a hand.’

You reach into your wallet and take out some money. ‘Hey, I should give you this. Just in case you need it in the morning.’

Jin’s holding up his hands. ‘No, I couldn’t take your money.’

‘It’s only money,’ you say. You fold it up and pass it to him. ‘Look, you can pay me back if you want to. I’ll give you my number or my address or something.’

Jin looks at you, and you can feel him relenting.

You give him your number and press the cash on him.

‘Don’t do anything dodgy with it,’ you warn, jokingly. ‘Emergencies only.’

Jin laughs.

You throw him a small smile and a wave, and head back home.

***

You wake up in your small apartment to banging on the door. Half asleep, you dash to the front door and swing it open.

Shit. It’s your landlord, Ji-Hoon.

‘Rent was due yesterday,’ Ji-Hoon tells you, unceremoniously.

You nod and reach for your wallet.

You pull out the money and pass it to him, yawning as he counts it off.

‘You’re a hundred short,’ Ji-Hoon points out.

‘Shit. Sorry.’ You remember giving Jin the money last night, or was it early this morning?

‘I can get you the money today. I just need to get to the bank,’ you tell Ji-Hoon.

He gives you a doubful look, as though you haven’t always paid your rent on time thus far.

‘Pinkie swear,’ you throw in.

Ji-Hoon snorts in disgust. ‘Are you five? Fine. Drop by with the cash at the end of the day.’

You nod. Now you’ll have to go to the bank before your shift at the coffee shop.

You take a shower and get ready for work because you’re awake anyway.

You’re halfway through your shift when your phone pings with a message.

Unknown number: It’s Jin. The guy you helped last night. I wanted to return the cash you gave me and say thank you.

You text back your location.

Y/N: I’m doing a shift at a coffee shop, you can stop by if you want?

You’re closing up by the time Jin arrives. He’s wearing another suit, you’re getting the sense he wears suits a lot.

His hair is styled, and he looks almost intimidatingly polished.

‘Hey,’ you say warmly.

He smiles at you. ‘I didn’t squander my emergency money.’

You laugh. ‘Did you manage to sort everything out?’

He nods. ‘Yes, thank you. Yoongi helped.’

You’re assuming Yoongi’s his friend that he was planning to meet in the morning.

Jin hands you the cash you gave him.

‘Thanks,’ you say.

He hesitates, a little awkwardly. ‘Are you finishing work? Can I take you to dinner?’

You say, ‘Oh, you don’t have to---’

‘If you don’t have plans, I’d like to,’ Jin tells you. He smiles. ‘I just want to thank you.’

‘I’m free for dinner,’ you say. ‘I’m glad you didn’t suggest getting coffee.’

Jin laughs. ‘I figured you might not want more coffee after a shift here.’

You smile. ‘I live down the block. Would you mind if I stopped by home beforehand? I just need to freshen up.’

Jin walks with you to your apartment. You see him taking in the dated décor, the cracked tiles on the floor.

‘It’s not fancy but it’s clean,’ you say.

Ji-Hoon’s standing outside your apartment when you get there. He looks at you and Jin.

You can’t blame him. Jin looks pretty out of place standing in this shabby place in his probably designer suit. It fits him beautifully.

‘Rent,’ Ji-Hoon says.

You roll your eyes. ‘Here it is.’

You fish into your bag and pass him the extra hundred you owe him.

‘Don’t be late again,’ Ji-Hoon tells you.

You try hard not to roll your eyes again.

‘Yes, sir,’ you say. The mocking tone of your voice seems to escape Ji-Hoon, or maybe he doesn’t want to tangle with you when you’ve got tall, broad-shouldered Jin standing behind you.

Either way, he buzzes off.

You let Jin into the apartment and pour him a glass of water. ‘I’ll just be five minutes,’ you tell him.

Jin accepts the water. ‘Did you give me your rent money?’ he asks.

‘I have more money in the bank,’ you tell him.

‘You shouldn’t have done that,’ Jin tells you. ‘I could have been anyone.’

You look at him, surprised. ‘But you paid me back.’

‘You didn’t know I would,’ Jin says.

‘I couldn’t leave you with no money and no phone,’ you point out, reasonably. ‘It was the right thing to do.’

‘Besides,’ you continue. ‘You didn’t seem like –’

‘Like what?’ Jin asks.

‘You seemed decent,’ you say. You go into your bedroom, not waiting for a reply.

When you come out, Jin’s looking at the photos on your coffee table. He doesn’t comment on them, though.

‘Ready?’ he asks.

‘Yeah.’

You sling your bag over your shoulder and head out.

***

Jin takes you to a sushi place. Once you’ve ordered he sits back.

‘I can’t thank you enough for last night. I was in a real bind and I really appreciate your kindness.’

You wish he’d stop thanking you.

You put your hand on his. ‘Honestly, Jin, I would have done it for anyone. You looked like you needed help.’

Jin frowns a little. ‘There are some people who might take advantage of that.’

You look at the tabletop and take your hand off his. ‘I can look after myself,’ you tell him.

‘Is your landlord normally that aggressive?’ Jin asks.

You laugh. ‘He’s normally more aggressive! Having you there really made him hold back. He woke me up today banging on the door.’

You smile at Jin. ‘You should come and hang out everytime the rent is due.’

‘He’s not allowed to treat you like that,’ Jin says.

You shrug. ‘He’s not the worst person out there.’

You change the subject. ‘So how was your meeting with your friend?’

Jin tells you about his friend, Yoongi. Apparently they went to university together, before Jin moved to Europe. He’d just flown in from Munich when he was robbed and asked for your help at the bus terminal you work at.

‘Are you in town long?’ you ask, curious.

‘I’m probably going to spend longer and longer here. I’m going to transition to run my business from here instead of London,’ Jin tells you. ‘It’s close to my family, my friends.’

‘Sounds like a good plan for the future,’ you say.

You insist on buying Jin dessert after the meal once you hear about his sweet tooth.

He walks you back home as you eat your ice-creams.

You stop outside your run-down building.

‘Thank you for dinner,’ you tell him politely. ‘And for bringing my money back.’

Jin looks up at your building. God knows what he thinks about it.

‘Can I call you?’ he asks.

‘Sure,’ you say. ‘You know where I am too, if you want a coffee.’

You can’t believe that a gorgeous, well-dressed guy like Jin is interested in someone like you. He’s probably just being nice, or feels like he owes you for being nice to him.

‘I’ll see you, Jin.’

You smile, then turn to enter your building. You don’t have any expectations that you’ll see him again.

***

You’re wiping down counters at the end of your shift at the coffee shop when the door opens. You turn around to say that you’re closed. The words die on your lips when you realise it’s Jin.

He’s smiling at you.

It’s been a couple weeks since he took you to dinner. You hadn’t expected him to get back in touch, so this is a bit of a surprise to you.

‘Hi,’ you say, smiling back.

‘How’ve you been?’ he asks.

‘Good, and you?’

You check everything’s switched off and grab your bag.

‘I’ve been good,’ Jin tells you. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite somewhere?’

‘Sure,’ you say. ‘I don’t have much time before my shift at the bus terminal, but I’d love to.’

Jin and you get dinner at a noodle bar close to the bus terminal.

‘You look tired,’ Jin says, watching as you slurp your noodles.

You dab a napkin against your mouth self-consciously. ‘Stop watching me. There’s no graceful way to eat noodles.’

Jin laughs. ‘Sorry.’ He takes a mouthful of his own bowl.

‘How’ve you been, Jin?’ you ask. The last time you had dinner you found out he runs a tech company. Tech’s not really your area but he sounds like he’s good at it.

‘I’ve been getting settled in. Things have changed a lot since I was last here.’ Jin looks out the window. The bright yellow lights of the bus terminal flatter him. Who are you kidding? Everything flatters him. The man looks like he was born to be beautiful.

You’re so busy watching him you don’t realise he’s watching you back.

‘What are you doing this weekend?’ he asks.

‘Working some of it,’ you say. You take a sip of your drink. ‘I’m going to try to look for a new place. Ji-Hoon’s annoying.’

‘Did he do anything?’ Jin asks. There’s a frown line between his eyebrows again.

You reach out and smooth over it with your thumb. You pull your hand back as soon as you realise what you’re doing. Luckily Jin doesn’t seem to mind.

‘No, I thought about what you said the last time. I don’t want to live somewhere where someone bangs on my door for rent money.’

Jin nods. ‘I can help if you want?’

You laugh. ‘You just moved back here. How can you help?’

Jin laughs too. ‘I found a place. I’m in the process of moving in now. So I have recent experience of looking for a place.’

You smile. ‘Nothing beats experience, I guess.’

‘I’m having a housewarming thing on Sunday night. I wondered if you might want to come.’

‘Sounds great,’ you say.

‘I’ll look forward to seeing you,’ Jin says.

You glance at your phone. ‘I should probably go. Text me your address.’

‘See you Sunday, Y/N.’

***

On Sunday night, you’re standing outside Jin’s building, holding the cactus you’ve bought him, wondering if you’re in the wrong place.

He’s in an upscale part of town, and his building looks hyper-modern.

A blond man glances at you as he passes. ‘Are you going in?’

‘I think I may have the wrong address,’ you say, ‘I just need to double check.’

You sense him taking in your casual clothing, the cactus in your hands.

‘You’re not Y/N, are you?’ he asks.

Your eyes fly up to his. ‘I am. I’m here for Jin’s housewarming.’

He smiles at you, warmly. ‘I’m Yoongi. Let’s go up together.’

With Yoongi by your side, you feel less intimidated walking into the warm, beautifully decorated lobby.

‘Jin’s told me a lot about you,’ Yoongi says, as you wait for the lifts.

‘He’s told me about you too,’ you tell Yoongi. ‘He was really pleased about getting to work with you again, about moving back here.’

‘We went to university together,’ Yoongi says. The lift doors open, and he gestures for you to enter ahead of him.

Yoongi’s looking at your cactus.

‘Too prickly?’ you ask.

‘Out of all my friends, Jin’s the most likely to be able to keep that alive,’ Yoongi says. ‘It’s a good choice.’

You grin. ‘He might enjoy that more though,’ you reply, nodding to the bottle he’s carrying.

Yoongi smiles, and his face goes from intimidating to endearing. ‘It’ll be nice for Jin to have something that reminds him of you. Whereas when this is drunk there’ll only be a hangover and regrets.’

‘It looks like a good vintage, don’t be so hard on yourself,’ you kid.

Yoongi laughs. The lift doors open again, and you both look at the numbers on the wall, trying to work out where to go.

Yoongi knocks on the door, and Jin opens it. He looks as gorgeous as ever, in a cashmere polo neck that flatters his broad shoulders and slim waist.

Jin greets Yoongi with a hug, and smiles down at you, with what seems like genuine affection in his eyes.

‘Is this for me?’ he asks.

You hold out the cactus. ‘Yoongi said you’d be good at looking after it.’

‘I didn’t say he’d be good. I said he’d be the best out of my friends,’ Yoongi says.

Jin rolls his eyes at Yoongi.

‘Thank you,’ he says, smiling warmly at you. ‘You didn’t need to bring anything. Come on in.’

Jin’s apartment is huge, modern like the rest of the building but also somehow warm. He’s got a stunning view of the city from his living room.

Jin gets you a drink.

‘I’m glad you made it,’ he says.

‘I wanted to assess your tastes before letting you help me find a new place,’ you tell him. ‘I have to say, I think this is a little beyond my price range.’

Jin grins. ‘We’ll find something that works for you,’ he promises.

Jin’s housewarming is chilled, more casual than you’d expected given how gorgeous and expensive his apartment is. Yoongi and Jin take turns by your side, and you’d cope without them, but it’s nice having someone next to you.

Yoongi introduces you to another tall, tattooed man called Jungkook.

He smiles at you, friendly. ‘How’d you meet Jin?’

‘Oh, I helped him out when he was in need one day,’ you say, casually.

‘How do you know him?’ you ask.

‘I’m working on a project with Yoongi. I met him last week,’ Jungkook tells you.

Yoongi eyes Jungkook narrowly. ‘My sister sends her regards, Jungkook.’

Jungkook smiles. ‘Tell her I miss her. How’s little Jun?’

Yoongi smiles, and again, it transforms his face. ‘Jun’s doing great. Jimin’s over the moon.’

‘My nephew,’ Yoongi explains, at your enquiring look.

He shows you a photo on his phone.

‘Cute,’ you say, smiling at the chubby baby picture.

‘You’re cute,’ Jin says, looking at you.

You miss the look Yoongi gives Jin. Jin’s not known for overt displays of affection.

You look up from the photo just in time to see Yoongi and Jin looking at each other.

‘Did I miss something?’ you ask.

Jungkook grins at you. ‘Come on, I’ll get you another drink.’

***

You’re heading into work when Seokjin calls you.

‘Hey, Jin,’ you say, hoping he can hear your smile.

‘Hey, what are you up to tonight?’ he asks.

‘Working,’ you tell him. You turn into the car park and park up and get him off speaker.

‘Mind if I drop by?’ Jin asks.

‘Well, I finish at 1am, do you want to meet up after?’ you ask.

‘Won’t you be tired?’

You yawn. ‘I probably will be, but I don’t mind staying up. We can watch a movie if you want to come over.’

‘I don’t want to be a bother,’ Jin says.

‘If you can source some popcorn you’d be very welcome,’ you tell him.

He laughs. ‘Sure. I’ll come over.’

You step out of the shower to hear knocking at your door.

You tuck a towel around yourself and go to open it. ‘I’ll only be a couple secs, Jin,’ you say, waving an arm. ‘Make yourself at home.’

Jin smiles, and there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. ‘Don’t get dressed on my account.’

‘I thought you were a good boy, Jin,’ you say, turning to head to your bedroom.

‘I can definitely be good to you,’ Jin returns.

You laugh.

By the time you’re dressed, Jin is sprawled on your couch, a bowl of popcorn and some drinks on the coffee table in front of him.

He looks delectable in a big chunky knit sweater and soft-looking trousers. He’s got glasses on. You hadn’t realised he wore glasses.

Jin lifts up an arm, and you sit down under it. He hasn’t been this physical with you before, but you like it.

He tightens his arm around your shoulders, and you lean into him.

‘You smell good,’ he tells you.

You turn to him. His face is so close your lips are almost touching.

‘If you want to kiss me, Jin, take your glasses off.’

Jin smiles and takes them off. He sets them on your coffee table and leans into you.

His lips feel as plush as they look. He tastes minty, sweet. He tugs at your top lip, and you open your mouth to let his tongue in.

Jin obliges, swiping into your mouth to taste you. He tilts his head to slant his lips over yours. You curl your arms around his neck, and he pulls away to kiss a fevered trail down to your chest.

‘I told you that you didn’t need to get dressed,’ he says, smiling at you.

You tug up the hem of his chunky sweater, and the thin t-shirt below it does nothing to hide the solidness of his chest.

Jin pulls his sweater off and tugs you closer, into his lap. Your legs spread to accommodate him, and you can feel him, hard and solid under your core.

You run your fingers through his floppy hair as he kisses down your torso, stopping to kiss each of your breasts. You roll your hips over his, and he laughs softly.

‘Can I touch?’ he asks, fingertips touching the lacy edge of your panties under your shorts.

‘Come to bed, Jin, and I’ll let you touch whatever you want,’ you say.

Jin follows you to your bed. You unbutton his jeans, slipping them down over his hips, and he tugs your shorts, letting them slide down to your ankles.

Then his fingers are on you, stroking over your hip. He cups you over your panties, the tips of his fingers pressing into you shallowly. You roll your hips into his palm, and Jin smiles, lips curving against the skin of your neck.

‘Like that?’ he asks.

‘You can feel that I do,’ you reply. Your hands are under his t-shirt, sliding over his chest. He hisses a little as you rub a thumb over his flat nipple.

Jin settles between your legs, lifting himself slightly so his weight isn’t fully on you. His hardness presses against you, and you moan at the feel of him.

Jin isn’t vocal in bed, you’re realising. You get your answers about how he feels from the changes in his breathing, the way his hands stroke over your skin and tighten over your flesh.

It makes it all the more touching when he says your name as he cums, like he can’t help himself.

‘Feels good, Jin,’ you whisper to him. He strokes his thumb over your clit, working to get you there as he pumps the last of his cum into you. You cry out as you cum, and Jin grunts, pressing sloppy kisses over your lips and cheek.

He lets you take his weight briefly, then he’s lifting himself off, lying beside you, face buried in your neck.

He stays like that for a moment, breathing you in. ‘I’ll get you a drink,’ he says. He gets up, and you’re tickled by the way he pulls his briefs back on before he leaves. His body is amazing, lean and fit, and the shape of him makes you suck in a breath.

He’s beautiful.

Once you’re back in bed together he strokes your hair back from your face. ‘Can I stay?’ he asks.

‘Stay as long as you want, Jin,’ you say. You smile at him. ‘Come on, let’s get some sleep.’

***

You’re awakened by banging at your door.

You blink awake, disoriented. Beside you, Jin stirs, and everything comes back to you.

‘Don’t worry,’ you tell him.

You get up and hurriedly pull on some clothes.

It’s Ji-hoon. ‘Rent’s due,’ he tells you, brisk.

‘It’s Saturday,’ you protest.

‘Didn’t you read the memo I put near the entrance?’ he asks. ‘It’s due today.’

‘You can’t just change –‘ You start arguing then realise it’s pointless.

‘I’ll go to the bank and get the cash out and give it to you this afternoon, Ji-hoon,’ you say. ‘Also, I’m moving out. Consider this my month’s notice.’

Ji-hoon scowls at you. ‘There’ll be a late fee.’

‘The hell? No. I’ll pay you the usual amount as soon as I come back,’ you tell him.

You turn when you hear Jin coming out of the bedroom.

‘It’s all right, Jin,’ you tell him. ‘Go back to bed.’

Jin walks up to you and Ji-hoon. ‘She’s not paying a late fee.’

You realise he’s fumbling through his wallet. You put your hand out to stop him. ‘Don’t worry about it, Jin, I can sort this.’

Jin looks steadily at Ji-hoon. ‘How much?’

Ji-hoon tells him, and to your mortification, Jin hands him the money out of his wallet.

After Ji-hoon leaves, Jin turns to you. ‘I’m sorry. There was no reasoning with him. It’s only money.’

You nod. ‘Thanks. I’ll pay you back.’

‘I know you’re good for it,’ Jin says, teasing. ‘Unlike you, I don’t give money to random strangers.’

‘You seemed decent,’ you say. You crack a smile.

Jin waggles his eyebrows at you. ‘I clearly haven’t defiled you enough.’

‘There’s more time for that now,’ you return.

Jin laughs and lunges at you. You squeal and dart away. He chases you back into the bedroom.

You let him pin you on the bed and defile you.

***

You’re at work when your phone lights up. It’s Jin.

‘Hey,’ you say, ‘did you get back home ok?’

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I missed you.’

Your stomach flips at the warmth in his voice.

‘You could always come and buy a bus ticket,’ you say, jokingly.

Jin laughs. ‘I’ll buy two so we can go somewhere together.’

‘I found another place. Want to help me move?’ you ask.

‘Yeah,’ Jin says. ‘Anything to get you away from your awful landlord.’

‘This weekend?’ you ask.

Jin sounds regretful. ‘I can help on Sunday, but I’ve got a dinner to go to on Saturday.’

‘Ah, no worries then. I’m working on Sunday. Maybe next week.’

‘How are you going to move your things?’ Jin asks.

‘I don’t have many things,’ you say. ‘It’ll be fine. It was mainly your company I was after, not your muscles.’

Jin laughs.

‘Hey, I have to go, but I’ll speak to you soon,’ you tell him.

You’re thinking of him long after you get off the phone.

***

You’re hanging up a picture in your new apartment when your buzzer sounds.

It’s Jin, with his pretty smile and a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

You have to smile at how gorgeous he looks, standing in your doorway, holding out the flowers to you.

‘Thanks, these are beautiful,’ you say, reaching for them.

It’s only after he hands you the flowers that you notice he’s in a tux.

Holy hell, does he make it look good.

‘You didn’t have to dress up to see me,’ you tease.

He laughs. ‘I’m on my way to this gala Yoongi’s family are hosting.’

‘Sounds fancy,’ you comment. You pull out a vase for your flowers.

‘I’d rather be here with you,’ Jin tells you. He tugs at his bowtie, leaving it slightly crooked around his neck.

‘You’re too pretty to just stay here with me,’ you tell him, straightening his bowtie. He smiles down at you.

‘Can I come here after?’ he asks.

‘To sleep?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

‘We can do whatever you want,’ Jin tells you.

You laugh. ‘Come over whenever, Jinnie.’

***

It’s past midnight when Jin turns up at your door, bow tie undone, a bottle of champagne in his hand.

‘What are we celebrating?’ you ask.

He follows you into the kitchen to get glasses, so close you can feel the heat off his body.

‘Your new place, of course,’ Jin says.

He puts the champagne down on the counter. You turn to face him, and his face is very close to yours.

His kiss is gentle, soft, like he only just wanted a taste, like he doesn’t mind if it doesn’t lead anywhere.

You curl your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his.

His hands fall to your ass almost instantly, cupping you, pulling you into him.

The anticipation of him is unbearable.

‘Let’s go in the bedroom,’ you whisper to him.

Jin smiles, lazy, sexy. ‘Can I see your bed?’

You shed your silky robe as you step into the bedroom.

‘Beautiful,’ Jin breathes. He’s barely looked around, eyes focused on the thin silky top you’re wearing, the panties underneath.

‘Too many clothes,’ you tell him, helping him unbutton his shirt. He slips off his jacket easily, going for his belt as you expose more of his chest.

Jin licks his lips. He kisses a path along your neck, tugs the strap of your top off your shoulder so he can keep going. Your left breast is exposed, but he doesn’t give you time to feel cold, warm hand coming up to cup it, thumb flicking at your nipple.

You moan, and Jin pulls you closer. ‘You sound pretty,’ he tells you. ‘So pretty.’

He lays you down on the bed, dipping his head to nibble at your nipple with his teeth.

His hand dips below the waistband of your panties, cupping you. His fingers curl into you, longer and thicker than your own, but not nearly enough. The friction of his palm on your clit makes you moan again.

Jin moves his hand, in slow strokes, rubbing over your clit, sliding into your slick.

You realise your hands are free to stroke over his chest. You curl one hand around his erection, and he sucks in a breath.

‘Get inside me, Jin,’ you tell him.

Jin fumbles into the pocket of his trousers for a condom whilst you tease him, stroking between your legs, spreading them wide so he can see how wet you are for him.

By the time he enters you, you’re so close you feel you could cum right away.

He curls a strong forearm under your knee as he fucks into you. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he thrusts.

‘Jin,’ you cry.

He looks at you, concentrating on your face now, adjusting the angle of his cock to hit you just right so you make the sounds he loves to hear.

He knows the moment you start cumming, closes his eyes to savour the feel of you tightening around him.

‘Beautiful,’ he tells you, voice strained now. ‘Beautiful.’

He circles his hips, thrusting slower now, squeezing the flesh of your thighs as he cums.

You laugh breathlessly as he collapses next to you, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Jin turns you to face him. ‘All this because you helped me out one day,’ he says, grinning at you.

‘Fuck. I can’t believe I thought you were a decent guy,’ you tease.

Jin just laughs. ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he promises.

‘Yeah?’ you ask, trying to sit up.

‘Yeah,’ Jin affirms. His hand snakes around to squeeze your ass.

‘Let’s start right now,’ he says, lowering his lips to yours in a kiss.

©hamsterclaw 2022

[galaxysharks]

that second story is maddox and u cannot prove me wrong

I just remembered you called me old

Suffer, Anthony, this 'Incident' was written just for you

Maddox and Jet always say that Maddie's first word was 'needle-nose Pliers' and it was when she was eight. And to the world that's true, neither of them can remember otherwise, and her earlier instructors certainly never heard a peep.

But Auntie knows better.

Auntie remembers when little Maddie was four, small and flinchy, always jumping at loud sounds and pulling at her shirts that felt bad. She loved little Jet though, even when he was too loud, or pulled at her hair. Maddox even seemed to handle stressors better with her brother, less prone to full meltdowns, with baby Jet pushing down on her chest, like he was personally holding down her temper.

It was around 1am and Auntie was with her brother-in-law and his new wife, having a few drinks. This was back when she still mostly tolerated the man, but even then those beautiful babies were the light of her life.

But anyway, it was early and all the sudden little Maddie comes fumbling into the room, little arms flailing and tears streaming.

"Jet Sick! Crying! Can't fix him! Sick!"

Auntie remembers jumping from her seat, rushing to her side and scooping her into her arms. That wasn't helpful, apparently this was a touch-me-not day. She put her down again and grabbed the little stuffed bear from her bag, pressing it into Maddie's chest.

"hey, hey, ssshhhh.... Jet sick? I'll go and take care of him, ok? Stay and breathe, you'll feel better soon, you're a good big sister, you take care of him"

Auntie went into the bedroom and quite immediately discovered what has upset Maddox so much. Jet had gotten sick over himself and was crying. After getting him cleaned up and the sheets changed, she sat with him until he fell back asleep, reading and giving him crackers to settle his stomach.

Tired but relieved, Auntie makes her way back into the sitting room. And really she's not sure what she expected, maybe for little Maddie to be sleeping on the couch, or with her father, but really that was ambitious wasn't it?

No, instead what she found was that Motherfucker and his wife being belligerent drunks, crowding and snapping at Maddox, who had somehow managed to cram herself into the fireplace,which had thankfully already been cooling embers when she first appeared, her little feet and hands now covered in soot. One little fist stuffed into her mouth as she attempted to be as small and quiet as possible.

"what the FUCK do you think you're doing? Get away from her, you fucking maniac!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my wife!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my niece!"

"She has embarrassed us for years by refusing to speak! We believed there might be damage from the car accident, but instead we find out she's just been Lazy! She could speak this whole time! I refuse to let this behavior continue!"

"Take a hike Dante!"

"That is not my name!"

"Frankly I don't give a damn, get away from us before I do something rash"

Auntie watched him storm off, further into the house. She crouched down, gently reaching to pull the little fist from Maddox's mouth, little teeth imprints bleeding. The soot from the ashes had stained her head to toe, and Auntie can already see the red marks from Maddox trying to rub away the filth. Debating on if she would be making things worse, eventually Auntie decided that cleaning Little Maddie would have to take priority, and she reached forward and pulled the squirming child out from her hidey hole.

Using the softest rag she could find, Auntie cleaned up Maddie as best she could while having as little contact as possible, mindful of her fluctuating mood. After clearing the mess and making note of the minor scratches and burns, because evidently the embers were not as smothered as she had hoped, Auntie bandages her up and brought Maddox back to the kids' bedroom. She tucked her into the lower bunk next to her brother.

"hey little one, are we feeling any better now?"

Maddox smiled the saddest little smile, and lightly chewed on her hand, gently this time, bandages growing damp. Auntie figured she'd already picked her battle today, so just lightly ruffled Maddie's hair.

Auntie stood from her place, somehow knowing that Maddox wasn't about to speak again anytime soon, if ever again.

But right now she had bigger fish to fry, the foremost being the degenerate monsters that currently have custody. And she won't stop until her babies are free.