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Dean Pohlman

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Man Flow Yoga

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How to manifest based on your moon sign 🤍🍵

Hi friends! Today we’ll be looking at how to manifest based on your moon sign ⭐️✨ please share your feedback and support this blog. Thank you! Regardless of your moon sign and astrology in itself, all these methods can work greatly for anyone.

Moon in air signs ☁️ You manifest when you allow yourself to see timelines of your future. Allow yourself to think widely beyond your current circumstances. How good can it get? What is there to experience that you haven’t as of yet? Use your mind to see, not restrict. Journal, script, use vocal affirmations and most importantly soothe any anxiety or worry about how it’s supposed to unfold. You’re not meant to understand it logically, it’s a process for the soul.

Moon in fire signs✨ you manifest when you are active! Get that energy flowing! Use the power of your heart and breath to invite new energy. Yoga for invoking energies can be wonderful to move any stagnant energy out your energy field. Go for a run, hype yourself up, play music you love! Dancing can help shake up stagnant energy as well.

Moon in water signs 🌊 you manifest best when you get enough sleep. Hydrate yourself, make sure your energy is clear and flowing the way it should be. Find your inner stillness, listen to yourself, and remember you’re here to make space for yourself amongst others. Singing bowls, mantras, chants would work wonderfully! Listen to music, get in touch with your dreamy side, and be the one to invoke change whilst remaining calm and grounded through it.

Moon in earth signs 💗 you manifest best when you know you are committed to your dream. If its in your long term you want it all the way, and thats your motivation! When you feel like the boss is when you manifest best. Take your time figuring out what you want and if it aligns with you, its important to separate others wants and desires from yours. Tap into the luxury lifestyle you know you deserve!

Moon aspecting Mercury: you manifest best when you journal, script, or say aloud what you desire. Have fun with your affirmations! Crystal work can also help you tap into universal energies, and clean your energetic body! This’ll boost your manifestations.

Moon aspecting Neptune: you manifest best when you indulge in music, or the finer things in life. Set the mood, set the tone, and allow yourself to dream. Meditations for your heart and third eye will help greatly! Create mood boards and visuals for what you want! See beyond the physical ✨

Moon aspecting Venus: You manifest best through self care, indulge in dressing up, and most importantly doing shadow work to free your heart space! Also creating visuals and mood board would help a lot. Allow yourself to get out your comfort zone and release what you’ve been complacent with.

Moon aspecting Pluto: You manifest through speaking as well, although it may happen at times where you least expect it. Tap into your deepest desires and transmute past pain related to that desire, and attract it! You have a raw ambition, power and strength you embody regardless of your past or present circumstances. “I don’t know how it’ll work, but I know it will.”

Moon aspecting Saturn: You manifest when you tap into your dedication commitment and stability. Manifest through the belief that no matter what is happening around you, you still remain committed and unbothered. Manifest for the long term.

Moon aspecting Sun: You manifest through vitality, power, and fun! Allow yourself to get creative with your manifestations, create a ritual, and be your best hype man! Be bold in what you want, and you shall attract. Balance your intuition with the powerful influence of the soul.

Moon aspecting Mars: You manifest when you accept your need for change, and your power to invoke change within yourself and others. Tap into that assertive, active, and fiery energy! Balance it with your feminine, allow yourself to receive just as much as you put out. Practice breath work and meditations for the heart!

Tarot cards associated with your sign & how to manifest ☁️🤍

The Star (Aquarius) • Justice (Libra) • The Lovers (Gemini)

Air signs you manifest after seeing the light, the hope, the glimmer of faith after an unpleasant or difficult situation. Reflect on the moments where others thought you couldn’t do xyz, reconstruct your faith and hope in realizing was it ever really true what they said? The narratives past down through friends or family? Did it ever truly serve you? Were they truly saying that because of self sabotage, or was there a factual truth in what beliefs were passed to you? Get in touch with the fact there are multiple, and all truths. All feelings, all experiences. We are not limited by our past, nor our mind, nor the stories we conformed to in our childhood! Reevaluate if the stories were a projection or your truth.

The Sun (Leo) • The Emperor (Aries) • Temperance (Sagittarius)

Fire signs you manifest best when you tap into your inner child. Provide for it what it didn’t experience growing up. How can you add to their childhood experiences? How can you fulfill their dreams now? Take care of them the way you wish you had been by others. Provide truth, structure, and discipline, but also let your inner child free and have a say in how you manifest! Love yourself enough to hear them. Create a beautiful bond with whats inside, and listen to the deepest parts of you. Your intuition lights up like fire when you connect to your inner child! Remain balanced & committed in your dreams and aspirations. If one did not work, where can you improve? Modify any self sabotage beliefs from childhood, and work towards your power and truth.

The Hermit (Virgo) • The Devil (Capricorn) • The Empress (Taurus)

For the earth signs! You manifest best through transforming self sabotage into inner love & compassion. Lean into yourself rather external things to cope. Build better inner structure, and soften yourself. Holding on tightly can break things. Introspection is your light and awareness to realizing what needs to change. Your narratives and stories are keys in what you’ve been telling yourself for so long. Work on your self concept and what you choose to believe in, that’ll help you manifest. Be your own boss, take a stable and committed approach to yourself and making all and every dream come true the way it was always supposed to!

The Moon (Cancer) • Death (Scorpio) • The Hanged Man (Pisces)

Ya’ll water signs manifest best when you find inner stillness and cultivate true inner calm. Find your center throughout the chaos. Work on realizing its always there for you. Once you know that space is there, work on seeing the love that surrounds you, and how that space is easily accessible if you just tune in. If you just listen to yourself. Lean into your intuitive truth, and allow your intuition to come forward. Allow yourself to shift into this reality with ease. Find peace in knowing you can access any dimension and reality by tapping in. (Like sliding into dms 😂) anyway! Harmony. Create harmony within your environment and prove to yourself you can have it come to you too.

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Djinni's Gym: Hot Yoga

With a new gym opening in town, you had finally decided to get off your ass and try working out again. You had always been kind of shrimpy, and a few months of nonstop office work had added a bit of unwanted mass to your belly. A generous free trial of the new gym’s facilities was just the kick you needed to get back in shape.

Of course, you hadn’t counted on what seemed to be half the men in town taking the free trial as well. You shouldered through the crowd in the reception area, at least a dozen men filling out release of liability forms. “Look,” you said to the receptionist, a huge Black man, “can I at least go stretch and then come fill out the form when it’s not so busy?”

The guy looked you over and shrugged. “Sure, lil bro,” he rumbled. “The yoga studio is over there.” He lifted a massive arm and pointed across the weight room. As you nodded, you caught a whiff of the humid stench rising from his pit. As your eyes watered, you found yourself rock hard in your sweats.

“Th-thanks,” you stammered, and hurried through the turnstile, your cheeks burning. You had never reacted like that to another man. You looked around the weight room, trying to distract yourself.

The whole place was full of big weightlifters with a whole range of skin tones, all of them dressed in gym gear that left nothing to the imagination. You swallowed, your throat suddenly gone dry as a huge Indian bro grunted through a squat, sweat soaking the back of his tank top.

In a daze, you drifted across the weight room, your eyes drawn to every bouncing pec, rounded ass, and thick bulge you passed. A medley of scents flooded your nostrils, and your own cock started to leak pre into your briefs.

Finally, the door of the yoga studio closed behind you. Your head spun as you leaned against it, idly trailing one hand over your belly to cup your groin.

The yoga studio was dim, wood-panelled and, you quickly realised, heated. The thermostat on the wall read 38 Celsius. There was a single yoga mat set up in the middle of the room. To your overheated, lust-addled mind, some yoga seemed like a great idea. It didn’t occur to you that you hadn’t done a flow in years.

As you stepped out of your shoes and onto the yoga mat and stood in mountain pose, your feet tingled and expanded, darkening from toes to soles to ankles. Your joints flexed, supple and agile, as your feet began to emit a masculine scent that tickled your nose. Your cock jerked again, but you attempted to ignore the heat coiling in your belly.

You raised your arms and slipped into a forward fold, a little surprised when your hands easily touched the mat. You breathed into the gentle stretch in your hamstrings, unaware of your fingers stretching wider across the mat, their grip soft yet strong. An olive tone spread across your formerly pale hands as a sheen of sweat stood out among the thickening hairs near your wrist.

Stepping back into plank, you lowered yourself halfway and slipped smoothly into upward dog. You were surprised at how well your body recalled the sun salutation. After a few minutes in downward facing dog, you lowered yourself to your hands and knees in tabletop.

Dark skin rushed up your arms and legs. They got no longer or shorter, but tightened with lean, hairy muscle. Sweat poured off your body as you went through cat and cow repetitions, adding to the heady, musky humidity of the studio that was keeping you boned up.

You slipped seamlessly into a side split, your newly flexible hips bringing your cock and balls right down to the mat. You gasped, unable to contain yourself as your cock shuddered and grew against the rubber, thickening and darkening as a foreskin grew to cover the head. You felt an even larger spurt of precum gush into your sweats, which seemed to shrink and tighten, until you realised you were wearing stretchy yoga tights that left nothing to imagination. As you lifted out of the stretch, you left a visible pearly stain of precum on the mat, which added its own earthy musk to the air.

Finally, you lowered yourself from a plank onto your belly, resting one cheek on the mat as you breathed. Your shirt vanished into thin air, revealing your newly tight pecs, flat belly, and rippling back muscles. An olive tone swept up your neck, dusting your cheeks with stubble as your eyes darkened, hooded and lusty. You sighed in a deeper voice than you were accustomed to, relaxing into the yoga mat as your transformation ended.

The door of the studio opened behind you. “Hello?” rumbled the big receptionist.

His name suddenly leapt into your mind. “Hey Shaun,” you purred, a Hispanic accent creeping into your voice. “Want to help me stretch out?”

Shaun chuckled. “I’m on the clock, Jorge. I’ll take you in the showers after close.” He sniffed the air appreciatively. “You ready for your first class?”

Your cock flexed, trapped between your hip and the mat, at the thought of a couple dozen sexy men getting sweaty at your command. Only long practice at containing your lust until the right moment kept you under control. You couldn’t wait to lead them through a flow, get them hot and excited, and then help them release all their tension along with their sweat and, possibly, their jizz. You had become Jorge the Mexican yoga instructor, and you couldn’t imagine a better job than teaching classes at Djinni’s Gym.

[starsinmylatte]

The Coffee Chase

Hear me out…. Nanami *knows* that you attend a yoga class every week. In theory, he understands that sometimes you pull out your mat at home and do a simple flow. You’ve said time and time again how much it helps you to relax and center yourself, and he’s delighted you’ve found something that you enjoy…. but

What Nanami wasn’t prepared for is the morning your “at home yoga clothes” only consisted of lacy panties, a cropped t-shirt, and no bra. It was your own home, you couldn’t be bothered with real pants first thing in the morning, but you really should’ve warned the man before he turned the corner to see you in a full forward fold.

No warnings, just a little blurb of horny domestic bliss as a writing warm-up

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You hummed gently, feeling the delicious stretch in your hamstrings as you leaned forward. Shaking your arms gently, you relaxed even further into the pose and took a deep, centering breath. Gentle clinks and clangs rang out from the kitchen as Nanami made coffee, and soon a delicious aroma filled the air as you continued moving through the poses of your morning flow.

“I’ll repeat once more and then go grab coffee.” You thought happily, relaxing into your last fold.

However, your thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of Nanami choking on his coffee behind you. Ever the doting partner, he had chosen to bring your drink to you, only to be presented with a perfect view of your ass wrapped in sheer lace and your shirt barely covering the generous swell of your breasts.

You grinned, taking your sweet time to pull yourself out of the pose. "G'morning, darling."

Nanami hacked out a response as you padded toward him with a look of faux innocence on your face, accepting the coffee cup from his outstretched hand. He stared at you with flushed cheeks as you took a sip, a coy little smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"What, see something you like, Ken?" You teased at him, nimbly evading as he reached out to grab your hip.

"Come back here, you little minx," he growled playfully, taking another swipe at you, almost spilling his own coffee in the process.

You gave a mischievous little gasp, bursting into more laughter as you dodged again and started towards the door with Nanami hot on your heels.

Inevitably, the chase would end as usual: with your half-empty mugs of coffee placed haphazardly on your nightstand and you pressed into the freshly washed sheets as Nanami ravished every inch of your body.

It was a good morning, indeed.

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Jake sully pregnancy anything !!! Please . I NEED DILF JAKE

your habits jake learned to grow used to after you became pregnant with his child:

• constant need for cuddles / physical touch. your number one love language is cuddles, second is probably acts of service. it can vary from time to time.

• it didn’t matter what time of day it was, where you were sitting or standing, you always needed to feel him in one way or another. you tend to hold his hands a lot more when you’re in public rather than hugging onto him though. you knew the clan wouldn’t mind but it’s much more personal.

• jake smiles to himself when he feels your hand slip into his, your fingers intertwining gently. your hands were smaller than his so it felt like he was melting your hands but you loved that. the warmth of your mate could never steer you away, only drag you closer to him.

• another habit jake got used to, the emotional rollercoasters you would go on because of your hormones. it would happen almost all the time and only he knew how to deal with it.

• being more emotional can also lead to becoming more anxious: as jake calls it, you can be a little over the edge sometimes. refusing to

• sometimes you’d wake up crying in jake’s arms, using him as a shield to shy away. it would work out pretty well because you’ll usually be met with kisses and breathy reassurances by your mate: “you’re okay, baby.” “i’m right here, don’t worry.”

• sobs. he is the cutest person to ever exist. literally the most wholesome in the entire universe.

• his favourite thing to do when you’re falling asleep is hum to you. he’s not a great singer, he knows that, but it took him time to realize that maybe you thought different.

• his singing is trash but you would never tell him that. you’d rather listen to his voice right as you fall asleep than listen to the crickets of silence and his heavy snores.

• so he likes to hum nursery rhymes or old songs that his friends would sing to him during his time as a marine and pet your hair, hoping the lil lovebug in your belly could hear the bonding of their parents. jake would do anything to make his loved ones happy.

• something else you picked up was a lot more gentle training, like yoga! preparing for birth was something unexpected so you had to get ready for it.

• jake would come back from his training to you in a warrior pose, it didn’t look close to the warrior poses he had to endure training with the clan, but he still joined you.

• pressing a kiss to your head as a quiet greeting, he’d get into position, following your voice as his commands. “let the wind flow through you, let it feel your emotions, let everything blow out,”

• let’s just say the session would be ruined by jake laughing at how you worded your sentences, finding them a lot dirtier than you did. “shut up.” “jeez, i’m sorry, honey!”

• little did he know, you’d be laughing under your breath too.. just a lil bit quieter than he did though so he wouldn’t notice.

• “you’re a child, jake.” you scolded him, moving down into a different position, feeling the stretch of your muscles. he chuckled, shaking his head. “how did you expect me not to laugh?” true.

• you began to become more of a motherly figure to the other children, trying to teach them the language of the sky people. you weren’t a teacher, but someone that was willing to share the world jake once set life on.

• from the nature around, you would weave them into small gifts, giving them to each of the children with a smile. those handmade gifts can vary from hats, bracelets, and even rings.

• your partner in crime was, you guessed it, jake. he would collect and you would weave. a two man job for a couple, this was light work.

• while taking care of the children from time to time, you developed a group meeting; called it a sharing circle. jake recommended it as a type of way to get closer to one another. each day, a couple of kids would talk about themselves like a show & tell, telling stories or just about their favourite hobbies.

• soon after, some of the adults would start to join, sitting beside their kids and listening to their stories. neytiri loved to talk about the history of toruk makto, creating tiny shadow figures with her hands to entertain the children.

• life wasn’t so easy on pandora but it was your homeland, you were surrounded by the people you loved, the mate of your dreams. you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

[heyhilana]

Yoga (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: The day before your mission, you go to the workout room for a stretching session. But when Jack follows behind you, he alters those plans faster than you can wrap your head around.

A/N: Hi lovelies! Sorry for no stories in a while, but I had to unplug for a little bit and not think about writing so much since it was becoming a little stressful. I appreciate all the support you guys gave me while I took my time, and I hope to stay more consistent for the fall/winter season. <3 As always, I hope you enjoy and make sure to drink water! :)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x !f reader

Warnings: Squirting, p in v (unprotected, but hey, we don't encourage non-safe sex around here), mentions of titty fucking, mentions of male masturbation, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation (like...a lot, so sue me), use of the word daddy (look the man is fine it slips).

Word Count: 5.2k (I'm not gonna even explain myself this time)

1 day left.

It rang in your head constantly as you walked down the hallway with your yoga mat and bag, gearing up for another session to prepare for your mission. While most of it was routine, the part that required more expertise was flexibility in getting through all the lasered areas. That scared you more than anything, knowing that one trip on the laser would result in a lost limb and a botched mission. 

You knew this as the political official was paranoid, to say the least, and made every room lined with lasers that were not able to be disabled unless the official’s phone was cloned and decrypted or you were able to get to the control panel to disable them all. Getting ahold of his phone would be impossible given it was his lifeline in his corrupt work, which left the route of accessing the control panel as you possessed more flexibility out of everybody in your division, making you perfect for the job. 

So, while everyone in your field told you that you would be fine, it did nothing to calm your nerves and allow you a day of rest before the mission, leading you to make a right to the next hallway, the workout room straight ahead with enough space for you to practice your flexibility training. One of your colleagues, Nicari, came up behind you as she was headed in a similar direction.

“Going to do some yoga?” She asked, her eyes drifting down to what was in your hand.

“Yeah. I can’t go on this mission if I can’t work my way through the laser rooms. From what Ginger says, there’s at least five, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the control panel area had an extra set of lasers, too.” You answered.

“But you’ve been doing it for a month now. At this rate you’re going to be our contortionist around here.” She joked, hand running through her hair.

“Isn’t that the goal?” You half questioned and joked, with Nicari laughing in response. “But this is necessary for me to do. You know I like to be 1000% ready for anything that may be thrown my way.”

“That’s one of the traits I hope the newcomers have around here. But have a good session.” Nicari wished for you.

“Good luck with your training.” You wished her well as she walked past you, and you walked down the hall. You reached and opened the door, and you saw that it was completely empty, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you had at least an hour before the rush of agents would come in for their training. You laid your mat on the ground near the mirrored area of the room and placed your bag in the corner.

You did your quick stretches, rolling your neck and getting the blood flowing through your arms and legs before sitting on your mat to work more on your leg stretches. You moved your legs up, bringing them into a butterfly position to start off. You heard the door open, but your eyes were closed as you fluttered your legs.

“Hey. I have this room all to myself until 2.” You spoke, trying to determine who it was based on the boots creaking against the floor.

“Does that mean I can’t join you, sweetheart?” The honeyed voice that you loved echoed through the room. 

You opened your eyes and saw Jack in a casual outfit, the grey sweatpants surprising you. Loose yet form-fitting enough to make your eyes wander more than you should’ve. Given how cold it was in the Statesman building, he also had a jacket on. Jack didn’t comment on your staring, but you knew he noticed it.

“You can join me. More than enough space in here,” You responded, albeit trying to keep your tone even.

“I won’t distract you.” Jack promised, but knowing how you were when you were around him, a distraction was inevitable.

Jack closed the door behind him, and you closed your eyes again, trying to center yourself while you felt goosebumps rise along your arms. You attempted to clear your mind, but it was to no avail, a sign that the rest of your session would be filled with an inability to focus on the tasks at hand. Before switching to a tabletop pose, you fluttered your legs to get the blood going. You were rounding and arching your back in fluid motion until you looked up and saw Jack taking off his jacket, revealing his white short-sleeve shirt that was form-fitting, tight around his biceps. 

“How are you doing over there?” Jack asked, discarding his jacket near his bag and looking at you in a compromising position. 

“I’m doing good. Just getting started.” You watched Jack start his dynamic stretches as you leaned back into a half split, feeling your hamstrings loosen up and the stretch burning. But the burn in your leg was nothing compared to the burn in your core as Jack’s shirt lifted up, a glimpse of what lay underneath it and a happy trail that quickly burned into your memory. 

“If you need my help, just ask.” You could ask for his help in a few ways that would lead to your flexibility being used. But you pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind since it was not the time to let your fantasies run wild.

“I appreciate it, and the same goes for me.” 

You switched legs and felt the burn intensify in your tighter leg, finding yourself stopping short in your extension as you could only go so far. But then the thought of Jack’s hands wrapped around your legs, helping you stretch but inching closer to your thigh, spreading you a bit, was etched into your mind. It would be instinctive to spread more for him, explore your canvas, and draw with his fingers on the areas he loved the most. His touch would be forever ingrained into your memory longer than you would admit. But it didn’t sound all that bad. In fact, the thought of his big hands splayed on your body, finding your pressure points to make you melt, eliciting short gasps. Wanton sounds from deep in your belly, and your desire growing deep in your core all sounded wonderful, even if it led down a road that would make you cut your yoga session short.

And while you were having a war with self-control, Jack was having the same battle, only he was losing more than you were. Oh, how he couldn’t take seeing your soft, supple body in such angles that he wished to put you in. When you laid down on your back, and Jack saw you spread your legs wide with your hands holding your feet to stretch further, it took everything in him to not walk over there and push your legs behind your head. Jack was well aware of your flexibility, which proved to further his imagination on the nights with a tight grip around his dick, jutting his hips up into his hand, perspiration glistening his skin, and the slip of your name escaping his lips with ease as he got closer with each stroke. Dreaming about you in every way, Jack was sure that if you heard one of his ideas, you would turn red in the face. But all Jack wanted to see was your flushed face underneath him, legs pinned on your sides, and him buried deep inside you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he praised you repeatedly for taking him so well. And while Jack was sure that he would be coming on too strong if he walked over to you now, you were convinced that if you heard that phrase from him, you would come undone in mere seconds following.

“Do you need some help?” Jack asked, seeing that you had now switched to downward dog and struggled to get a deeper stretch.

“Y-Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” Your voice was strained as you tried moving your heels down to the ground but to no avail. 

Jack walked over and was near your side, unsure where to go. “Do you want me to guide you down this way?” 

“You can try, but if you need to be behind me, it's okay.” Jack hummed in response, placing his hands around your stomach. 

He pulled you down slowly as your heart began to race, trying to ignore how it felt to have him touch your exposed skin. Your heels gently touched the ground, but you knew the pull from behind would be better.

“I think it would be better if you were behind me. I might be able to get my heels down to the ground that way.” 

Your heels would be off the ground by now, Jack thought to himself. But he moved to the back, and his hands drifted down to your hips, pulling you in more. The pull made you gasp, and his grip felt like heaven. Still, you were determined to get out of this alive despite your decisions that brought you into this situation. 

Jack pulled you towards him, ensuring he moved back so you would not feel his sweatpants. He looked away to try to save himself from looking at you from above, but the view in the mirror across the room proved to be better, making him want to pull you in more than he should. 

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. But she’s so pretty like this. So pretty for me. Jack’s thoughts were making his self-control disappear by the minute. But he returned to reality when your ass brushed against his crotch.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” You didn’t realize how far you were moving until you felt him on you. And what pressed back onto you was unmistakable, making you want to do it repeatedly until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Y-You’re all good, sweetheart.” He cursed at himself for having a hard-on now, leading him to think about the best excuse and relieve himself in his office. But then he caught a glance of your core, the little wet patch giving him all the confirmation he needed. 

He moved closer to you ever so slightly, bringing your hips back to where he could press up on you. You weren’t sure what Jack was doing, but when you felt him brush against you again, you bit your lip hard to avoid a small whimper from escaping you.

“Is this a good enough stretch, darlin’?” Jack asked, and you could hear his voice change from a lighter tone to velvet, becoming music to your ears.

“It is, Jack. It feels really good.” You answered, the slight quiver in your voice making Jack smirk.

“You look so pretty like this, doll.” Jack was bold, fully pressing his hard-on against your core, making you struggle.

“T-Thank you, Jack.” Speaking seemed to take all your effort, especially when you would be moaning his name instead.

“And I just realized something about you,” He trailed off as his hand trailed down to grab your ponytail and bring you up from your position. You gasped, seeing both of you in the mirror as he grinded against your ass.

“What is it?”

“That you want me just as much as I want you, and if I were to fuck you right here on this mat, you wouldn’t stop me.” Jack looked at you in the mirror, and you saw he looked different from when he first walked in. The controlled, confident aura he had spiraled into lust because Jack couldn’t wait any longer. He was leaving kisses down your jaw and neck that made the hairs on your neck stand up, and chills run down your spine. 

“Jack,” You couldn’t get the words out, and the look he gave you in the mirror was knee-buckling. “I need you right now. Please.” 

You were unraveling for him with your breathless words and how you rubbed up against him like you always wanted to. With each brush of his dick up against you, you were soaking through your underwear when you wished you would be soaking him from tip to base.

“And I’m sure I need you more.” He mumbled against your neck. Each kiss was electrifying, his soft lips against your skin proving to be better than the last. But you needed his lips on yours desperately.

“Baby, I need your lips on mine.”

You were going into a daze and were confident that you would let Jack kiss you all over for an eternity if possible. But Jack obliged, letting go of you for you to turn around and kiss him without a second to spare. Haste, desire, and need were entwined in the kiss, with your hands going up to his neck to play with the ends of his hair and going down to pull you flush. You nibbled on his lip, earning a playful groan from him.

“And here I thought you were innocent,” Jack mumbled against his lips. 

You smiled into the kiss, but you gasped shortly after when he gripped your ass and smacked it. It felt good to have Jack on you like this, grasping, pulling, and touching you in obscene ways that made their way into your daydreams with each passing minute. All you needed was to feel his bare skin against yours, and it seemed that Jack had the same idea as he let go of you to pull off his shirt. You did the same, following with your sports bra. Jack kissed down your chest, finding his way to your nipples with ease. He enjoyed seeing how swollen they were already, and the minute he licked your left, you squeezed your thighs together. Jack flicked and darted, taking his time teasing you, which frustrated yet excited you simultaneously. But the more you whined in frustration, the more it turned him on, with his hard-on growing more than when he daydreamed about you.

“Jack, please don’t tease me.” You begged, your hands moving to his hair to tug, gripping his locks and pulling, which made Jack grunt. It was strange, as he preferred pulling hair rather than his hair being pulled. But it was hot, your usual calm demeanor around him winding down to a needy state. Jack needed this, pushing him to suck and twirl his tongue around your raised nipple to elicit a savory sound from your lips that would make him throb. But he couldn’t help himself when he looked you in the eye as he lightly nipped, the unexpected sensation causing you to drip. With how soft your breasts were to the touch and taste, the thought of titty fucking you burned into his imagination. Seeing his dick slide in between your breasts, softness enveloping him, and you sucking the tip with your soft lips looking up at him. Fuck, he thought. Don’t wanna cum before I can feel her.

“Daddy-“ You gasped yet covered your mouth in embarrassment. 

It slipped.

It fucking slipped.

Jack stopped immediately, eyes darkening more than before. Did he hear you right? That name, pure sin, slipped before you could catch yourself, yet he wanted to listen to it again. 

“Say it again.” 

“Daddy,” You tugged on his hair, bringing him dangerously close to cumming. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jack praised as he got on his knees, which was a sight for sore eyes for you, given that he looked perfect down there. His eyes were locked on you, making you shy as his stare was intimidating. But as he kissed your stomach, adoring every roll and stretch mark with kisses and tenderness, you began to relax. Nothing felt out of place, him roughly pulling down your bottoms along with your panties, kissing your hips, inching closer to your dripping pussy only to move away to kiss your thighs. It was perfect, and as you stepped out of your bottoms with Jack’s help, you knew it would get better from here. 

Jack tapped your thighs for you to spread them, and with his head slotted right between them, he could finally see what he did to you. From there, you realized that his lips were not just good for kissing when he reached your slit and kissed your clit gently, with enough pressure to make you clench your thighs. Jack pried them open with his hands, ensuring he was perfectly between pillowy softness and wasting no time tasting you. It was as if he was hungry, trying to gather as much of your slick on his tongue since he couldn’t get enough of you. Jack was convinced your taste was intoxicating as he enjoyed your sweetness. It only pushed him to suck on your clit and have you gush on his face, the added pleasure weakening your knees.

Your thighs were pressed against his head, tugging on his hair harder than before, whimpering his name along with a string of other profanities you prayed could not be heard through the walls. But Jack pulled off you, sensing you were struggling to stay upright. He helped you down, your back on your mat and your legs spread wide for him. 

“You’re so soft, sweetheart. I could spend all day touching you, spending more time between these pretty thighs.”

Jack positioned his left hand on your stomach and his right hand right at your dripping hole, pushing two fingers in as he went back to sucking on your clit. The new sensation made you curl your toes, moving your hand up to your breast to cup it, twirling the nipple he sucked on as your head tilted back. But Jack didn’t take his eyes off of you. No, he wouldn’t dare miss the sight of you in pure ecstasy, hearing you whimper as he began his come hither motion with his fingers or the way you bit your lip to suppress a loud sound when he desperately wanted to hear it in his bedroom. Seeing you get off was a new drug Jack couldn’t get enough of even if he tried.

But while you tried to wrap your head around how you were on your mat soaking Jack’s face and fingers, you felt a familiar build-up that made you see stars. Yet, it was stronger than before. The more Jack’s fingers rubbed up on your g-spot, the more you felt the urge to soak him. 

Jack popped his head up from your thighs. “You a squirter, baby?” 

“H-Haven’t tried yet.” 

Your first time.

It rang in his ears as he picked up his pace, diving down again to suck on your clit. He wanted to give you every experience you never had, which would be the first of many. With the curl of his fingers one last time, you felt something gush out of you and land on his face and between your thighs. It was intense, making you feel lighter than air despite your labored breathing. Your thighs were firmly pressed against him, but it didn’t deter Jack from lapping up everything as much as possible, drowning himself in it because if that were a way to go, he would gladly take it. 

Jack's tongue overstimulated you the more he was down there, whimpers free falling from your mouth and your legs shaking, but it was electrifying. He was undoubtedly skilled in this area, making you wonder how good it would feel to have him deep inside you. But once you started to move away, Jack finally came up for air, his face glistening in your elixir. He quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers, and when you saw what was poking you earlier, you had to take a breath. It was thick. His pink tip was throbbing uncontrollably with little pebbles of precum adoring it, a prominent vein running down the shaft, heavy balls that clearly needed to be drained, but most importantly, there was a curve to it. It was perfect, and despite your sensitivity down there, you needed to feel him.

“You like what you see?” He leaned down to where he was hovering over you by mere inches.

“I like it a lot, actually.” 

Jack smiled at your honesty before kissing you, allowing you to glide your hands to his back. His hands trailed to your legs again, pushing them apart so he could slot himself between you. But you decided to surprise him with a special move you had been working on during your leisure. You pulled away from his intoxicating kiss to lift your legs up and behind your head. The move surprised yet excited Jack more than he could explain. He knew you were flexible but never dreamed you could do that. 

“You’re just full of tricks, huh?” He asked, and you smiled innocently at him.

“Maybe, but you’re just gonna have to see what else I have in store.” 

“I can’t fucking wait.” Jack rubbed the tip of his dick on your glistening pussy, precum mixing with your juices to gather enough for him to slide in easily. But each brush of the tip on your clit made you jump, given how sensitive you were. But it didn’t deter Jack, rather, it encouraged him to keep doing it, and when he started to slap the tip on your clit, you knew he was being a tease.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take anymore teasing.” You begged.

“I’m gonna need you to ask correctly, darlin’.” Jack dragged the tip down to your hole but didn’t inch forward.

“Daddy, please fuck me.” 

“That’s my good princess,” He mumbled before pushing in slowly. You gasped as he pushed the tip in, and with each inch that followed, you could feel the stretch intensify. It was a little too much, but Jack kissed your forehead to calm you down. “I promise to go slow, baby.”

“It’s okay.” You told him and tried to relax while he pushed in further. But for him, he was trying to not cum early based on how tight and wet you were. You were perfect in how you felt, and it took everything in him to not move in and out of you until you were ready. He kissed as a distraction, getting the last inch in to make you moan in his mouth. You felt impossibly full, the tip curved right against your spot, and your walls began to flutter around him. The discomfort subsided after a moment passed, with you getting lost in the kiss since if there was one thing you enjoyed from what you learned today, it was finally knowing that Jack lived up to his persona in every way imaginable.

You pulled away and brushed the hair out of his face. “You can move.” 

He obliged, pulling out a little faster than how he pushed in and going back in, the stretch feeling better the second go around. But his strokes stayed intentionally slow yet deep, with Jack losing himself in how it felt to be inside you. Heaven would be one word to put it in his mind and coupled with the view he had of you, eyes looking up at him, your breasts bouncing, and a perfect view of how your pussy opened up for him, there wasn’t much else he could ask for.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. Such a pretty girl for me.” Jack praised, and you loved every word that flew out of his mouth. It went straight to your head, and the fullness you felt in each stroke was stoking the fire that was building inside you the moment he touched you.

“That’s it, baby. Hold your legs up for me, just like that.” He leaned back up to get a better view, and a muttered curse followed as he almost came from that sight, making him thrust faster and tilt you up so he could see your spot perfectly. You enjoyed the new angle, feeling yourself pulse around him and slowly going over the edge with each deep stroke Jack gave you. It was riveting; your mind focused on nothing but this moment, and only were you brought back into reality when you felt the need to let go.

“You gonna squirt again on my dick, baby? Make another mess for me on the mat.” Jack cooed, and when he thrusted inside you again, you were in pure ecstasy. You couldn’t hold it, squirting again for him, which encouraged him to fuck you through it, making your eyes roll back as it felt like you were going forever. 

“That’s it. Love it when you let go for me.” He lowered you back on the mat and moved his hand up to move the hair out of your forehead to kiss it. You came down, and you could look at him as he moved back up, and you couldn’t get enough of the sight. You loved how he looked at you, how turned on he was by you. It was even hotter to see how much he was enjoying you, his grunts and moans making you throb. But the moment you looked down and saw how he slid in and out of you, you fluttered around him more. 

“You like watching me slide in and out of you?” He asked as he moved his hand to your clit, rubbing light circles. “Watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours makes you so wet that you can’t help yourself.” 

“Please don’t stop.” 

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop,” He promised as he rubbed faster circles. “In fact, you can give me one more right? I know you can, princess. Just one more for me.”

You were overstimulated for sure, but there was something about the low tone in Jack’s voice, the pet name, or maybe a combination of today’s events that pushed you to keep going. It was a chant in your mind one more time. One more time of making a mess for him, one more time of finally getting what you wanted. That thought set you off, your legs shaking, so you had to move them from behind your head. It washed over you from head to toe, and your moans that brushed upon becoming screams would stay in Jack’s mind forever. 

Jack was amazed by it all. To experience this with you and bring you to this point of ecstasy and overstimulation was a dream that he thought was too far-fetched until now. But seeing you like that only convinced him he had to do this again with you for as long as possible. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” He grunted as he thrusted into you sloppily, his orgasm nearing by the second.

“Please cum for me. Please, daddy.” You could feel he was holding on by a thread, and you wanted to set him off as he did for you. 

“Baby, where can I cum?”

“You seem to like these a lot,” You grabbed your breasts to give him a show with a smirk on your face.

Jack didn’t think twice before pulling out and stroking himself right over your breasts. He came within a few strokes, and the thick ropes of cum that followed you wished were deep inside you to fill you up to the brim. It was a mess, and when you swiped some of his cum on your finger to taste it, you swore you saw another drop of cum drip from the tip as he was fixated on you tasting him. The taste was salty, as expected, but you wanted more.

You took another swipe on your chest, licking and sucking to torture him further until it was all up; all the while, Jack’s chest was heaving from cumming so hard. But what made him overstimulated was when you leaned up to kiss and then suck the tip. His hand moved to grab your hair, him biting his lip so hard he could draw blood. You weren’t sure how far you could take it before you needed to stop, but Jack didn’t seem to mind when you took more of him in your mouth, the stretching tugging at your lips, but you paid no mind.

“F-Fuck, baby. You feel incredible everywhere.” His tone wavered from confident and dominant to inching closer to whimpering, and you had him right where you wanted him. It pushed you to take more, testing your limits given his fortunate size. But when your hands reached his balls, playing with them as you deepthroated him, there was no going back. Jack’s grip on your hair tightened, and he thrusted into your mouth as he was sure you could take him.

“Such a pretty slut on your knees for me.” Jack looked down to see you, smiling at how pretty you looked. You knew he was close when he began to tense up, prompting you to suck faster and swirl your tongue when you could, humming and making him twitch in your mouth. Jack couldn’t take it anymore, spilling down your throat and holding you there to take it. More ropes of cum painted your throat, and when Jack finally let go of your head and pulled out of your mouth, you swallowed it while looking at him. 

“You want to put me in an early grave I suppose?” He jokingly asked.

“Maybe. But I want to wait before I do that.” You answered as Jack got back on his feet. You tried to do the same, but you wobbled, earning a laugh from him.

“Seems like it’ll be a while before you can do that.” He teased as he put his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he guided you off the floor so you could get dressed.

“I think you need my towel considering what I did to your breasts.” Jack wiped you down gently to ensure you were clean, and when he saw a dribble on your bottom lip, he kissed it off you. You wanted more, but he pulled away, finding his clothes to put them back on.

“Well I didn’t get my routine in but I think you helped me for tomorrow.” You put on your clothes slowly, trying to keep your balance.

“I think this was better than any stretching routine you had in mind.” 

“Yeah, but now my legs are jelly.” You told him as you struggled to get your pants on. Jack was halfway dressed when he helped you, getting you dressed in record time before you heard the knock on the door.

“It’s time already?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. I better get out of here before I hear Bourbon’s god awful playlist.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

You shot a look at him. “It is definitely that bad. There’s a reason why they don’t allow him to play his music at the Christmas party.”

“Point taken.” 

You both grabbed your things and walked out, but Jack grabbed your hand and didn’t look back at the men who were whistling. Ginger Ale was walking down the hall when she saw you both, and the smile on her face was indeed causing trouble.

“Done playing hard to get?” Ginger asked you.

“I was not.” You answered and acted as though you were offended.

“You were, but it’s okay.” Jack interjected.

You turned your head to look at him. “Yeah? Why’s that?” 

“Because I got you and that’s all I wanted.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Also! May I request some baby fever hcs for tan? It could be any genre you want. Sorry for spamming again, this will be the last request I send, promise. 💺 anon

hii!! ofc ofc! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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pregnancy hc’s

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 744

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

✧ firstly, this man is a girl dad. that's it, nice and simple. but that doesn't mean he only wants a girl. he just suits being a dad to a little girl. BUT I do think he'd also look great as a boy dad. he doesn't care what gender the baby is, as long as it's yours, his and healthy. he'd just look great as a dad in general, cough cough preferably as the father to mine. I'm just kidding (no, I'm not)

✧ but with his job, he's always had doubts about starting a family. so I think the idea of having a baby has always been up to fate. like you don't plan it, but you'd be happy either way. you go with the flow, if it happens, it happens. if it doesn't, it doesn't

✧ he's also had doubts about being a father, as he was a foster kid, he's always thought that he isn't made for fatherhood. but you've seen the way he is with babies and kids in your family, so you know he has it in him to be a great dad. you also reassure him with all of his doubts, which he massively appreciates

✧ but when you told him the news you were expecting, you were soft and gentle when announcing it, it was also private and special. you told him, then he gave you a hug, kisses etc, then he called lemon. he might have been tearing up a little, and lem was VERY VERY happy for you both, you could hear him from tan's phone (probs shouting and congratulating a lot)

✧ he'd be AMAZING helping you through the first trimester, just a doll. helping you with morning sickness (as best as one could) would manage your mood swings like a champ (he's got tough skin, he can take it) would do things for you when you feel tired. would get you ALL the foods you're craving, and get rid of all the things and foods that makes you want to vom

✧ during the second, he'd cream your tummy with lotions and ointments, massage you if and when you feel sore and swollen. would continue to do things for you, get things for you

✧ in the third, he'd probably be the most helpful and reassuring. he knows that by now you're over being pregnant, so he'd be the support and cheer you along for the last mile. he knows that you hurt and he wishes he could do more for you. he helps wash and dress you, put on your shoes, and just anything that you can't do yourself. guides you to the bathroom if you're having trouble

✧ he's helped you practice everything. gone to classes, workshops, and yoga sessions. booked the thing with the exercise balls. helped to work on your breathing. did practice drills. became a pro at doing the nappies

✧ he knows that he might be smothering you, but he just wants to be there for you. so if you tell him to leave you alone, he takes it with a grain of salt

✧ reassures you constantly, tells you how he's never going to leave you etc

✧ he bought lots of pregnancy and baby books !! (primarily for himself)

✧ when it comes to labour, he might be the opposite, he knows that he has to be your support and rock etc. but I feel like it all gets real for him, and he's a bit of a mess (not in a bad way) just a little uncoordinated and uneasy. but he snaps back into it and back to his usual self, and helps you breathe, pats you down, adjusts your gown, pushes your hair back. anything he thinks you need

✧ he'd definitely cry

✧ and when the little bambino is born, he'd be the most protective and vigilant (watching over baby while they're getting cleaned and weighed, making sure nothing happens) then once he knows they're safe, he's back at your side. telling you how proud of you he is, how well you did

✧ you get the first hold (he turned it down, bc you did the hard work you should hold them first) he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your arm while you hold the baby

✧ if it's a girl, he tells you how she's so beautiful and that she looks like you. and if it's a boy, you tell tan how he's so handsome and that he looks like him

✧ the best little family <3

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[bubbleguppyyy]

Encapsulated in Time

Bucky x Fem! reader

>Here's some angst :)<

Story Synopsis: Bucky knew something was missing from his memories. Something important, something special. He had tried everything to try and recover what it was, but he never could grasp anything. However, he never expected to find those missing memories in a file and an old box of videotapes

Bucky wasn't quite sure how much he enjoyed the life of the Avengers.

Steve was always there for him of course and he continuously checked on Bucky even after he would say he was perfectly fine.

They both knew he wasn't.

Bucky didn't like missions as much as Natasha or Tony did but he still went on them to try and be a part of the team, or something like that.

Steve always told him that he didn't have to. He had a choice now. He could say no, but Bucky still wasn't sure how to do that. How did he make decisions on his own?

Bucky slowly started making friends with everyone (Sam was taking some time). He bonded with Natasha over knives and even with Bruce over yoga classes to soothe anger.

But, he couldn't help but feel something very big was missing from his memory. Bucky remembered a lot of his missions and times when he happened to snap out of the soldier. There were these feelings he couldn't quite place. Longing? Anguish? Why was he feeling these emotions? And why did they come along with the scent of Rosemary?

When the Avengers decided to take a day off, they were hoping not to hear from Fury. Of course, they knew that the man would probably call later tonight with a mission but they certainly did not expect him to walk into the compound with an old box and a file.

"Barnes, I thought I would deliver these myself. Be thankful because my team almost threw them away." Fury set the box on the coffee table in the middle of the common room and gave the file to Bucky.

He held the file, dumbfounded. Bucky had no idea what Fury was talking about. They almost threw what away?

"I can tell you have no idea what I'm talking about. Good thing I saved these. Anyway, as we know, you disappeared from Hydra roughly around 1973 to 1978."

Bucky gave a look to Steve, silently asking if he knew what this was about. Steve shrugged, also looking very confused.

"Fury, why don't you just get to the point?" Natasha asks, trying to seem nonchalant but by the way she's twirling that knife, she's also intrigued.

"I agree with the Widow, Fury. We're all dying to know what's in the box."

Tony is leaning on the armrest of the couch, sipping on a glass of his expensive whiskey. He's grinning at Fury's annoyed look at all of them.

Fury sighs, "I had some agents looking into some things in Greece and they happened to find the box in an old apartment building. The owner said that she remembered you and that she always kept your stuff, hoping you'd come back by to get it."

A flash of a small, middle-aged woman that smelled of butterscotch and had a smile like the sun goes through Bucky's head. He can almost feel the breeze coming from the open windows, the sheer curtains flowing with it.

"I think you should just look in the box yourself, Barnes. Let the memories come back slowly."

With that, Fury quickly left, mumbling about how he needs to find someone to work on patience with the Avengers.

Bucky blankly stared at the file in his hands. He was almost afraid of what he would find. A feeling of dread runs through him and he wants to throw up. He can't remember anything but it's almost like his body knows that whatever is in this file and box, it's going to ruin him.

Steve sits next to Bucky, watching his reaction.

"You don't have to open it right now Buck. You can take some time to process if you'd like. We can leave the room." Steve looked at everyone, hoping they would get the hint, but none of them did. They were too curious.

Bucky just shook his head and swallowed the bile in his throat. He would rather have his friends there. He wasn't sure how he was about to handle this.

Bucky grabbed the edge of the file, preparing to open it. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. This would explain so much to Bucky.

He took and deep breath and opened it.

The first thing he saw was a picture of you, smiling as you rested your head on your palm. The sound of your laugh rang in Bucky's ears, the scent of Rosemary filling his nose. Your name was next, he remembered saying it over and over again, just because he liked the sound of it. Your birthday was next and then-

Status: Deceased. Executed by The Winter Soldier.

>Should I make a part 2?<

[fanfrelon]

Dean Pohlman

[guy60660]

Man Flow Yoga

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Reader)Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing

Written for @sailor-aviator writing challenge. Scrooge was my prompt.

Masterlist

Have a cup of cheer!

You don't hate Christmas exactly, more a high dislike layered over forced tolerance. No appreciation for the holiday. When you think of Christmas, your memory isn't filled with cinnamon scented Hallmark moments like baking cookies or decorating fresh pine trees.

Christmas was the ultimate swap holiday between your not amicably divorced parents. An only child shuffled from coast to coast, neither parent really wanting to invest wholesale for an occasional holiday. Half assed fake trees and takeout Chinese for Christmas dinner was more the norm than big family feasts. Eventually your parents gave up the motions of holiday celebrations and would bring you on a vacation they wanted to go on as a way to supposedly celebrate. You went skiing, a lot.

Which is how you find yourself waiting in line at your favorite coffee shop, grinding your teeth as everyone in front of you orders the most elaborate Christmas flavored mega-multi- gingerbread-peppermint-mocha-latte with almond milk and real whipped cream and all you want is an iced coffee, black. You live in San Diego for Christ's sake, it's 78 degrees outside.

You snort to yourself, you like your coffee black, like your soul. You feel like black cloud on a sunny day, a Scrooge at a Christmas pageant,a turd in the punch bowl as you wait in this excruciatingly slow line as Mariah Carey warbles in the background and you're surrounded by tinsel and fake pine garland.

You have five days left till Christmas, five days till your life goes back to normal and there is no more Santa, no more cinnamon scented gag-inducing pine cones hanging out in the entry of your local grocery store, and blissfully, no more Christmas music.

"Five more days," you breathe in and out, a calming mantra in this melee of forced cheer and commercialism.

"Five more days," breathe in, breathe out.

Finally, you're next in line, so close to getting your caffeine fix and getting out of here.

Finally, you order and wave off the barista's efforts for you to try a holiday themed drink and muffin and scone and bagel bites. Is everything peppermint flavored?

"I'm good, just a large black iced coffee. Thank you," you say through a forced smile. She shrugs and gets your order ready. You tip well and turn to quickly exit.

A blond man in a Navy, you think, uniform is behind you and instantly reads your resting bitch face. He smiles a dazzling grin, so beautiful that if you weren't trying to remember breathing exercises from yoga to keep from losing your shit, it might make you a little weak in the knees at any other time of year. And then he opens his mouth, a Southern lilt wrapped around his words,

"Cheer up, Doll. Christmas is almost here. Have you been a good girl this year for Santa to bring you a nice present?"

This is it, this is the moment you do something that will either get you arrested and on the news or a become a regrettable viral video on the Internet with the title, "ChriSTtmAs FreeK-OUT SouNd on!"

You really don't find it in yourself to care about the results of what's about to happen, this poor unsuspecting schmuck is about to have all your shiny, gift wrapped emotional baggage labeled "Christmas!" unloaded on him while he's probably waiting to get a mega-multi- gingerbread-peppermint-mocha-latte with almond milk and real whipped cream.

"Don't call me doll, dick. And I really don't give a flying fuck about Santa or whatever shitty pick up line you're trying to use. This whole fucking time of year is bullshit and I don't need you telling me to cheer up. I haven't been happy at Christmas for the last 32 years, doubt it's going to change now. So leave me alone and you can enjoy your Christmas sugar bomb and spread your fake cheer somewhere else!"

The rage flows through you making you tremble as you hold back tears.

The man in front of you has lost the smile and is reaching out his hands in what you realize is a feeble attempt to comfort you. Pure concern blankets his face, making your rage fizzle, like a match thrown in water.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to get you to smile…" he pauses as he retreats hands and runs one through his hair,

"I'm really sorry I caused you pain. Sorry this isn't a good time of year for you."

His sincerity deflates you entirely and the tears you're holding back flood out and flow down your cheeks.

"It's fine, it's fine," you mumble as you frantically search for the exit. Now you're noticing that the entire coffee shop is silent and watching you. You flee out the door, cringing as you hear the jingle bells on the door ring. You walk just far enough to get out of the view of anyone in the coffee shop.

Apparently, this weird moment in time is when you decide to unpack your shitty childhood. Slumping down against the brick wall behind you, you sit down and take a long sip of your iced coffee, your hands shaking as you wipe away the tears.

"You look like you could use something stronger," a now familiar voice says softly.

Looking up you see your unwitting emotional punching bag holding out his hand,

"I know a place close by if you want to take me up on the offer."

"Why are you being nice to me? I called you a dick in front of 50 people," you say, sniffing to keep the snot at bay.

"Call it the Christmas spirit. You seem like you could use someone to talk to and I do feel like a dick for making you cry in a coffee shop. I'm Jake, by the way."

You ponder his offer for a second,

"This isn't one of those self aggrandizing things you're going to brag about on social media later, is it?"

He laughs, a deep and true laugh.

"Nope, I was trying to talk to you to get your number because I think you're beautiful. Plus, who drinks iced coffee black? You're obviously a complex character or a serial killer. Call me curious."

You laugh a small sniffling laugh and take his hand, and say as he helps you up,

"Well, Jake by the way, I'm Y/n, but you can call me Scrooge, I guess, because I feel like I've ruined Christmas."

"Don't give yourself that much credit. There's still five days to make it better. How about that drink? Scroogey?"

"Sure, let's go. But if you try to make me drink a peppermint martini I will lose it….again."

"I wouldn't dream of it. It's the Hard Deck, just down the block. I don't think that's the type of drink that Penny would be any good at it."

Jake leads the way towards the bar. You've seen it as you live in the area, but didn't really think it was your scene.

As you sit in a cozy booth and talk with Jake, you enjoy the atmosphere, simple and unpretentious and blissfully lacking Christmas music you realize it is exactly the kind of place you like to hang out at. You and Jake talk so long about your lives that you eventually order food. One drink turns into several.

You learn he is a fighter pilot for the Navy and is stationed out of North Island, he grew up in Texas, and he absolutely loves Christmas. He learns that you are in marketing, grew up in Connecticut, and why Christmas sucks for you.

When you finally notice the time you realize you've been talking to Jake for three hours.

"Oh crap, I've got to get going. I've got an early morning," you chuckle to yourself thinking about your sunrise yoga class and how you used some of the techniques trying to stay calm in the coffee shop.

Jake stands up with you and waves you off as you try to pull some cash from your wallet for the tab.

"My treat, call it a Christmas gift,' he says, absolutely pushing his luck. For some reason it comes across as charming and makes you laugh.

"Would it be okay if I got your number? I'd like to see you again, Y/N."

You hold yourself together to not let out a girlish giggle of glee,

"I'd like to see you again too, Jake," you readily agree, trying to sound breezy. You quickly exchange phones and send a text to each other. Jake walks you out of the Hard Deck and gives you a chaste peck on the cheek as he hugs you goodbye.

You're getting ready for bed, a giant smile plastered on your face when your phone dings, a new message popping up.

Jake Seresin: 🎄 Merry Christmas, I'm thankful for the gift of meeting you today. I must have a good boy this year for Santa to bring us together. Owe the old man one.

You: Merry Christmas, Jake. 🎅

"Merry Christmas, y/n," Jake hums into your ear curling himself around your back.

One Year and Five Days Later

"Merry? This early? What time is it?" you croak back.

"5 am, my nieces and nephews are going to wake up shortly. "

"Thought I'd let you see what's in Santa's package," he says, trying not to laugh, as he lightly thrusts at you.

"Jacob Thomas Seresin, you got me, the ultimate Scrooge, to come to Texas for Christmas with you, bake cookies, cut down a tree, sing carols, and I'm even wearing Christmas pajamas with fucking elves on them that match your whole family, but I have to, have to draw the line at Christmas themed dirty talk."

You feel Jake's smile on your temple as you talk.

"I think you enjoy it, maybe even love Christmas a little now," Jake teases.

You roll over,

"I love you and you love Christmas, so therefore by transitive properties I should love Christmas."

He laughs,

"I'm glad this Christmas has been your best one yet."

"You're confident, maybe a little cocky, that this is my best Christmas ever," you tease.

"I mean, the bar was so low that I think I've knocked out of the park."

"You have, Jake. Thank you for doing all this for me, I might even be starting to like Christmas," you hold up your fingers, "A little bit."

Jake grins and kisses you as the door bursts open,

"Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake! Santa came last night," his five year old niece, Sophia, screams, knocking the last vestiges of sleep off your brain with her volume. You and Jake sit up as she bolts out the door to wake up the rest of the house.

Jake is looking at you, his heart warm, and it gets even warmer when he thinks of a small velvet box sitting under the tree with your name on it.

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[gyunglitter]

➷ 03 ➷

-“oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn’t real -– cupid is so dumb”

or

unlike you, your brother’s best friend just doesn’t know when to quit

word count: 4,034

warnings: cursing, mentions of running, soobin and reader bickering, a sweaty beomgyu in a tank top, CRINGE lmaooo

tags: brother’s-best-friend!beomgyu x reader, ??? to ???, angst, fluff(??), beomgyu is the cool boy-next-door, reader is an independent girlboss (or trying to be, at least), beomgyu’s gonna be GROVELING, simp!gyu, pathetic pining from both sides lol, maybe some cringe from reader (she was a teenage girl in love, have some empathy plz😭)

notes: this chapter literally didn’t exist lol, but as i was writing chapter 4, i realized it didn't flow well and spawned this. while writing it, i HATED it, but then threw in some crack and suddenly it’s my favorite thing lol. hope y’all get a laugh out of it—if not, i’m officially so unfunny :)

–> masterlist <–

One of the habits you had picked up while away: working out early in the mornings. Whether it was going for a run, doing yoga, or some pilates you would wake up early and start your day with a good bit of sweat before devouring a smoothie and protein bowl.

Of course, you couldn’t quite replicate your routine with how your parents’ blender was broken and the protein in your house was a bit more limited than you had back at your place, but you could make do. Then there was your childhood neighborhood that didn’t have the same layout as your apartment’s neighborhood did; there were many more hills and way less sidewalks. But you figured you had walked these streets for eighteen years with only the occasional complaint, so it shouldn’t be that hard. You could make do.

Or at least you thought you could.

Currently, you were gasping for breath as you finished trekking up the last hill to your house. You’d forgotten just how much worse the monsoon season felt at home than at school. Thankfully, you’d dressed correctly for your morning run: your running shorts, a sports bra, and breezy tank top to help your dying body breathe easier. You just wish your terrain was more forgiving.

You decided to walk the rest of the street back to your house, feeling utterly humbled (and old) as the early morning sun beat down on your back. Sweat glided down your cheeks, making you take the hem of your tank top to wipe it off, before ultimately taking it off and using it as a towel instead. You swung the top across your shoulders and sighed at the discomfort, vowing to stick to your indoor pilates workout routine until the weather mellowed out. 

You spent the rest of your walk internally whining about everything you’d done wrong since waking up, going over all of your worst regrets. But it wasn’t until you got to your front lawn, that you actually faced your biggest one. Which, of course, came in the form of Choi Beomgyu.

A gorgeous, sweaty, messy, out of breath Choi Beomgyu.

Feeling your cheeks heat up beyond what would be considered healthy, you gawked at the boy–no, man–who was currently putting together some machine in his own front lawn–the front lawn that your birdbrain had completely forgotten was right next door to your own. Beomgyu had also been dressed for the weather, wearing a loose, white tank top and black shorts with wire headphones as he worked. He looked like he might’ve been up for as long as you had, with sweat running down his forehead and arms, leading down to his dirty hands that you could only assume caused the multiple oil stains smeared on the front of his top. His hair was a delightful mess, but of course on Choi Beomgyu it made him look like a greek god. His face was a bit flushed from working, but you knew it was no match for the red on your face at the moment. 

Lucky for you, he was completely focused on whatever the hell he was building.

Feeling hopeful, you discreetly inched towards your porch steps to avoid garnering his attention. You deemed your confrontation with him the night before to be good enough interaction for the next year, and you really did not want a repeat of it now, when you’re half naked and sweaty.

But as life would have it, you still have many regrets to live through today.

“Y/n?” he called.

You nearly shrieked as your body went on autopilot and jumped.

…Into the nearest bush.

“Y/n?!” he yelped, sounding a bit more concerned this time around.

WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THAAAT?

You hit your forehead with your fist as you berated yourself now physically and mentally while you basically hid behind the shrub by your porch. It’s not like you could escape the interaction, the only way to get out would be the way you came, which would only make you look so much weirder since he literally watched you jump, anyway! Now you were naked, sweaty, and had sticks in your hair. You really had to work on your fight or flight response because what the hell.

So much for acting like you moved on–what happened to being unbothered?!

You groaned and took your hair out of its ponytail to at least have something covering your shoulders a bit more. You used your tank top to wipe off additional sweat and dirt before trying to calm down and gather yourself.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” Beomgyu yelled, making you sigh heavily before popping out of your hiding spot.

“What–Beomgyu? Wow, I totally didn’t even see you there,” you coughed, pulling a random stick out of your hair.

Kill me.

You tried to not make eye contact with the boy, but you saw he was gaping at you and your disheveled state. 

“W-what hap– a-are you okay?”

“Never better,” you replied. “I just thought there was a squirrel in the bush and-well, uh, you know...”

“I don’t think I do,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

You didn’t either. But you weren’t going to say that.

Instead, you waved his words off and let the space between you fill with silence. Beomgyu took both of his earbuds out and scratched the back of his neck while he tried to string together words. But it seemed neither of you were going to come up with much of anything as he continued to stare at you while you stared at the floor.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, wanting nothing more than to escape whatever the hell this was supposed to be. “See ya.”

You turned to run up your porch and into your house to curl up into a ball, when Beomgyu interrupted you once again.

“Wait, hold on!” he called, making you want to smash your head into the wall.

“We really have to stop doing this,” you groaned.

He let out a chuckle while you turned back towards him. “I know, my bad.”

You folded your arms as he nervously fiddled with the hem of tank top once again. While you tried to keep your self restraint in check, you allowed yourself one more second of drinking in the veins that popped from his forearms, before shaking yourself. “What do you want, Beomgyu?”

He motioned toward the half-finished machine sitting in front of him. “My dad just got this new grill for this weekend, and I’ve been trying to put it together all morning, but I need some help carrying the tank and finishing it up,” he explained.

You grimaced, “I don’t think I can help you out with that, to be honest.” Nor do I want to.

But luckily, he shook his hands frantically, “No, no! I just meant–I mean, I was going to come to your house to ask Soobin for some help, anyway! I just figured it would be kind of weird for me to knock on your door after you just left, you know, so…”

He let the words die awkwardly after rambling for a bit, but he looked to you with red ears and a hopeful look on his face that you got the gist of what he was saying without thinking he was weird or weak, or whatever was making him so anxious.

Not that you felt you were in a place to judge, after he just watched you jump into a bush.

Sighing a little bit, you hesitantly nodded at him and gestured to your house. “Alright, well come in then. I’m sure oppa’s not doing anything important right now, anyway.”

Beomgyu’s eyes slightly widened at the offer, before nodding enthusiastically. 

“Oh, perfect! G-great! Thanks, Y/n,” he rambled, which you ignored as he started speed walking over from his spot to follow you into your house.

You opened your door that was almost always unlocked and toed off your shoes easily and slipped into a pair of slippers while Beomgyu tried his best to not touch anything with his grease-stained fingers. Noticing his predicament, you bit the inside of your cheek in slight annoyance as you slid another pair of slippers next to his feet.

“Thank you,” he muttered, slightly embarrassed.

“Just go wash your hands in the bathroom,” you dismissed, immediately walking away from him to go further into the house. “Man, I’m starving.”

“Y/n? Is that you,” your mom’s voice called from the kitchen, making you walk in her direction.

Turning the corner, you’re faced with your mother in her usual pajamas, making herself a pot of coffee. You smiled brightly at her, but she gave you a confused look.

“Where are your clothes, bean?” she asked, making the smile drop off your face.

You heard Beomgyu choke from behind you, making your cheeks heat up ridiculously.

“Hello to you too, eomma,” you grumbled, making your way to the fridge to make yourself a yogurt bowl and fight off your blush. “I just went for a run at the worst time possible.”

Your mom snorted at that. “Why in the world would you want to do that?”

“Because I hate myself,” you grumbled sarcastically, only half joking considering your circumstances.

After taking a bit of time to grab all of the ingredients you needed, you went to sit at the counter by your mother who was making herself a mug.

“Did you want a cup?” she asked you, to which you made a sour face. “Oh, right, I forgot you hated coffee.”

“Which is a crime, by the way,” Beomgyu chimed in, coming into the kitchen as well, drying his hands off on a towel from the counter.

“Beomgyu! When did you get here, dear?” Your mother smiled at the boy who was practically her second son.

He smiled widely back at her, going in for a hug before realizing his shirt was horribly stained and pulling back.

“I came with little Y/n. I just went to wash my hands really quickly,” he explained.

Your mother let out a little laugh, “Speaking of washing, what happened to you? You look like you slept in a garage.”

You smirked at that, while Beomgyu went to explain himself. But before he could, you all heard heavy footsteps thunder down the staircase. It had been a few years, but you could recognize Soobin’s footsteps anywhere.

You were proven right when the steps had rounded the corner, revealing your older brother with his eyes barely opened. Soobin slowly trudged through the kitchen, his body on autopilot as he instinctively opened the right cabinets to get a bowl and cereal. It was only when he opened the fridge and grabbed the milk that you decided to say something.

“Well good morning, sunshine,” you cooed, making Beomgyu snort from behind you.

Like on command, your brother screamed and dropped the milk carton. He whipped around to face you, while you were currently swallowing a spoonful of your yogurt bowl.

“Jesus Christ, I forgot you were here,” he muttered. After rubbing his eyes roughly, he opened them once again to look at you, but quickly shielded his eyes and screamed again. “Where the hell are your clothes?!”

Your mom and Beomgyu laughed while you rolled your eyes and chucked a piece of granola at him. Your brother flinched when it bounced off of his forehead. 

“Is my nakedness really that bothersome to all of you,” you grumbled, scooping more yogurt into your mouth.

“Not bothersome,” your mom said as she went to grab another mug for your brother as she could tell he was in need of his own cup of coffee, “Just very shocking to see you in a sports bra considering the most exercise you did in high school was walking to the convenience store for ice creams.”

You absentmindedly grinned at that as you remembered all of your ice cream runs with your brother back in high school. 

It seemed Soobin was doing the same thing as he let out a happy sigh. “Ah, good times.”

You nodded in agreement as he picked up the milk carton and made his way to sit next to you to eat his breakfast.

Beomgyu came over as well and took the other seat next to you. “Did you enjoy your beauty sleep?”

Soobin squinted at the boy around you. “I did, actually. You look like you could’ve used it though–”

Your mother lightly swatted the back of your brother’s head, ignoring his cry as she asked, “Did you want a cup, Beomgyu?”

He eagerly nodded at her. “Thanks, Mrs. Choi, that sounds great!”

Beomgyu smirked at Soobin, while he merely pouted back. “Why are you even here, Beomgyu? It’s too early to deal with the sight of your face.”

Beomgyu snorted. “I literally texted you about it yesterday before the dinner; I took apart appa’s old grill and I’m setting up the new one since all the guys are coming in this weekend. I need your help with the tank and stuff.”

Soobin groaned at the idea of doing manual labor, while you turned to your brother with a confused look and asked, “‘Guys’? Who’s coming in?”

“Some of our friends from school are coming down to visit. Yeonjun and Kai are definitely; not sure about Taehyun though,” Soobin sighed. “They’ll be here all weekend and staying with Beomgyu. But for the first night, we’re barbecuing and having a bonfire.”

You recognized all of the names: you’d actually met Yeonjun in person years ago, Soobin having met him in his first semester at school and became friends through Beomgyu. They brought Yeonjun back home with them since he didn’t have any plans for the holidays, so you got to know him a bit. Then there was Taehyun, who you’d only heard every now and then from random stories. But at last, there was Kai, who had been a common name thrown around by Soobin, claiming he adored the guy and would pick having him as a younger sibling over you any day. 

Whatever.

It honestly surprised you to hear about Taehyun and Kai since it turned out they graduated high school the same year you had. Soobin told you they had met during a party where all three of them hid in a corner and bonded over their friends ditching them for the night. You’d been pretty interested in the lore behind your brother’s friend group when you were eighteen, until you’d heard the reason Soobin was ditched was because Yeonjun had been dragged into a beer pong game where he got smashed, and Beomgyu wanted to hook up with some random girl–who you would rather listen to your brother singing the Attack on Titan theme song for ten hours, than learn about. 

“You should actually come with, Y/n,” Beomgyu piped in, nudging your elbow.

You didn’t turn toward him, instead remaining adamant on facing the other direction toward Soobin as he shook his head.

“Uh, no. Why would I surround my sister with a bunch of men? It’s bad enough you can see her like this,” Soobin wrinkled his nose at you, to which you promptly kicked him in the shin. It didn’t take long for him to kick you back.

“Soob, come on,” Beomgyu scoffed. 

You honestly couldn’t tell whether Beomgyu was more offended over Soobin refusing you going, or the fact that him being around you was such a bad thing. And, the more you thought about it, the more you really didn’t want to know.

“What?” Soobin defended. “Men are disgusting!”

Your mother placed a mug in front of Soobin and Beomgyu respectively, before adding in her two cents, “I don’t know if you remember, Soobin-ah, but your sister isn’t thirteen anymore. She’s twenty-one and perfectly capable of deciding for herself if she would like to have men around her or not.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Choi! Spoken like a true feminist,” said Beomgyu, a wide grin on his face.

“Since when did you get so progressive?” Soobin deadpanned.

“Since when did you refer to Taehyun and Hyuka as ‘men’?”

“Touché, touché.”

Beomgyu said, “Our friends are literally the greenest flags to walk in South Korea, if little Y/n will be safe with anyone, it will be them.”

“That is true,” Soobin pondered, but you rolled your eyes at the both of them deciding on your weekend’s fate for you.

“Exactly! I don’t know why you never let Y/n come with us,” Beomgyu complained.

Soobin scoffed. “Why do you care so much?”

Your ears burned when Beomgyu stayed quiet at that, not really knowing what to say. Instead, you turned back towards your yogurt and took another mouthful. “Whatever, it’s fine. I don’t wanna go, anyway.”

“What? Y/n,” Beomgyu whined, but you just ignored him. Again.

Even if Soobin hadn’t refused, you would’ve had to look for a good excuse to not go for multiple reasons. And Beomgyu was not the biggest this time. You honestly planned to rot for at least a couple of days, after all the traveling yesterday and your run this morning. Truly, you’d only gone for a run because it was routine and basically instinct. But you were still jet lagged, not to mention your social battery had run fairly low after your best friend, Yunjin’s, party yesterday, and then your surprise reunions with Beomgyu. The party had been a little tiring, but it was incredibly lightweight compared to being with your brother’s best friend. To say the brunette boy was exhausting would be an understatement for you.

“Seriously? You don’t want to go,” Soobin asked, eyebrows lifted. “You always used to beg to hang out with us.”

You nodded and gestured to yourself. “I’m tired, oppa. Besides, like eomma said, I’m not thirteen anymore!”

Soobin looked at your attire once again and mocked, “You sure about that?”

You kicked the crap out of his shin under the table as he cackled.

“You’re adopted,” you growled, making Soobin laugh even harder at you. “You’re not funny, and you’re not cute. I hope you trip over the sidewalk and that your favorite anime character dies–oh wait, he already did.”

Soobin’s jaw dropped. “You bitch–”

This time, it was Beomgyu who roared with laughter as you stood up and placed your yogurt bowl in the sink. After putting all of the food away, you went to stand next time your mom and cling onto her.

She shook her head at the both of you as she wrapped her arms around you as well. “I have to say, even though I love the peace and quiet, I did miss hearing the creative insults you two would throw at each other.”

You tried to hide your smile at that, while Soobin continued grumbling into his cereal. Another thing you had missed: your brother. Your age gap wasn’t very wide and the both of you had many things in common growing up. Though you’d always been close, the both of you had grown a lot closer while in high school. No one had known you better than he had, and the same vice versa, besides maybe Beomgyu. It had honestly broken his heart when you decided to study abroad and leave for four years, but the two of you stayed in contact with random facetimes and his many visits. You would say you stayed in better contact with him than you had anyone else.

“I know you missed your sister too, Soobin,” your mom cooed, causing your brother’s nose to twitch.

He gave a big sigh, “Whatever. Come, don’t come–your choice whether you want to or not.”

Your eyes widened a bit at the yield. Despite all those embarrassing years of begging to hang out with him and his friends, Soobin was adamant on the both of you not mixing friend groups. You knew all of his friends in high school since you passed each other in the halls everyday, but Soobin remained stubborn that you couldn’t join his friends when they went out. It always confused you since his friends were a bunch of angels, but your mom said Soobin was just too protective when it came to you. This never made sense to you, but your parents would always take his side on it. To see your mom voice her opinion against his and your brother finally giving in was a bit of a shock. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had changed a little over the past four years.

“Come on, Y/n, it’ll be fun,” tried Beomgyu.

He turned in his seat to face you and your mom, giving you those famous puppy eyes you’ve recently started to really dislike.

You turned your head away stubbornly, but your mom wasn’t quite done either.

“You should go, bean,” she said, petting the top of your head. “It’ll be like ‘healing your inner child’, or something.”

Your eyebrows raised as you faced your mother. “Who taught you that phrase?”

“Yunjin-ah. I called to congratulate her on graduating the other week,” she supplied, making you roll your eyes at the mention of your childhood best friend.

Of course she did, you mentally laughed.

“Look, I understand you’re tired, but it’s only Tuesday! The boys don’t come in until this weekend, you have plenty of time to rest,” she continued.

It honestly surprised you how much your mom was pushing you. She typically didn’t push you to do much of anything besides clean up. To see her have an actual opinion on it and pursue it against you made you think for a second.

“What, is IU supposed to be there, or something?”

“Huh?” your mom asked, thoroughly confused.

“I mean, there’s gotta be another reason as to why you want me to go so bad.”

Your mom laughed before pinching your ear lovingly, making you squirm away from her. “Sorry I want you to have fun while you’re at home!”

Shrugging your shoulders, you relented. “Fine, because you guys are so desperate–”

“YES!”

Beomgyu cheered as he suddenly stood up from his seat. He clutched the mug your mom gave him in one hand before using the other to give her a one-armed hug and kissed her on the cheek. Your mother laughed as he sang, “Mrs. Choi, I owe you the world!”

Soobin rolled his eyes so harshly it made you stifle a laugh.

“Stop rizzing up my mother, you loser,” he groaned, before getting up to put his bowl and breakfast away. “Let’s just go finish this stupid grill before I ghost you and leave you to build it yourself.”

Beomgyu’s mood didn’t deflate at your brother’s negativity and instead picked up the other mug as well, to bring with them. “Thanks for the coffee, Mrs. Choi! I’ll make sure to bring it back later!”

“Oppa can bring it back,” you reasoned.

“That’s what I just said,” Beomgyu said, a bit of mischief in his tone.

You deadpanned him, but his grin didn’t shift.

“See you later, little Y/n.” And the bastard sauntered away, carrying both mugs for him and your brother who looked like he was going to need it more than anything to get through the rest of the morning.

“Is it too late to back out?” you asked your mom, the fake smile on your face contradicting your serious tone.

Your mother hummed as she studied the view from the window on the side of your house that showed Beomgyu and Soobin on his front lawn, before moving back towards you.

“I have to say, that is probably the happiest I’ve seen him since you left,” she said softly, making the fake smile melt off of your face. “You don’t actually have to go; like I said, you’re old enough to make your own choices. But I think it’d be really good for you to. And if not for you, at least it would be for him.”

You knew your confusion was evident on your face by the knowing smile that crept onto hers.

“Just give it a shot, bean. Besides, I think you’ll really like Soobin’s friends. They’re the sweetest boys you could ever meet.”

–> next <–

[hikikolol]

*cravity as pervs*

ot9

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♡ park serim

i see this in a setting where you and serim met at the gym

you were having troubles doing weights alone without your best friend there to spot for you, she decided to cancel her gym subscription because she was moving in another part of town and the gym you both went to became too far

serim walked over and told you that he would help you

going behind you, he stared surprised at the view of your ass

serim's the type to feel guilty to be a bit of a perv but he couldn't help it, the sight was delicious

just so happened, a few days later, he was the assistant instructor for your yoga class at the same gym

oh serim had a field day, he stood at the back of the class. where you were

his perfect view

thank fucking god he had cycling tights under his shorts, it helped him hide his hard on a little better but it felt too painful for him

oh what's that? you need help arching your back? he's on it

if only you guys were alone, he'd make your back arch alright

he slowly leaned his body onto your ass as he helped you arch your back and man did that make you wet

♡ ma allen

allen's your best friend

he has always went to your place to wind down but today was different, he decided to invite you to his place today after a movie

giving you a perfect cup of hot choco, you went to cuddle up on him to watch another senseless series

what is that you feel?

oh he has a boner...from you sitting on his lap

looking behind, you see his eyes shut tightly but oh man was he riled up

i see allen as the type to feel really guilty to think about such erotic thoughts about you but he just can't help it when you look like that

the thought of corrupting you runs through his mind 24/7

it's a secret but he leaves his hoodies w you just to take it back unwashed so he can jerk off to your scent

his hands always lingered whenever you hug. specially way lower than your back

seeing you in leggings or skinny jeans riles him on too much

♡ koo jungmo

it's been at least a few months since you've started learning how to play an electric guitar, you were getting to an expert level on it

you have thought of cancelling your lessons but your teacher, jungmo, insisted that there were still things to learn

jungmo on the other hand just can't bear not seeing you all focused in front of him so even if you wanted to cancel on his lessons, he insisted and offered to come over for free instead

i mean, you did find a friend in him

he was always hyperfocused on how you'd lean down to look at the chords and strings of your instrument, leaning down gives him the perfect view of your chest

thank god he has his own guitar to hide his hard on every time he came

his favorite position is when he's behind you, staring right down at your tits whilst he teaches you where your fingers should be placed

his hands lingers a little too long on your thigh whenever he points out something you did wrong

the way he'd use his eyes to fluster you up is... god

when he gets home, he bolts to his bedroom just to think about you, you, and you. your tits, your ass.. fuck that feels good, so good for me

♡ seo woobin

woobin lives right next door to your apartment

the sweet neighbor who never fails to give you food whenever he cooks too much for himself, rather it isn't always an accident, he just wants an excuse to see your face

paying for such cheap rent in the bustling city warrants your walls to be paper thin

woobin knows this, but you don't

the moans you create at night flows through the walls and heightens woobin's libido almost every night when you pleasure yourself

does he feel bad for eavesdropping? yeah, he feels a sense of guilt

but your oh so good moans keeps him alive at the nights when he feels the loneliest

how he wishes it's his name coming out of your mouth

his hands linger a little longer whenever he gives you the casserole of a dish he made

giving you such a sweet smile every time you would walk past him but oh you were so wrong when this man is full of sweetness

honestly, he just wants to bend you in so many different ways until you could only scream out his name

♡ ham wonjin

working with wonjin at a local cafe was the most fun you've had in a job

he'd be very attentive whenever you would need help with anything

your work uniform though, consists of a loose beige colored shorts, paired with a white buttoned up shirt, all tied up with a slightly darker beige apron. it was a themed cafe, you were working with handheld animals whilst making the drinks

the shorts of your uniform was a great fit on you and wonjin would 100% agree

the amount of times he has thought about fucking you in the backroom...

your sweet smile that flusters him up in an instant

boners behind his apron every time you would lean down to pick something up

the way you would lean on the counter on your breaks, the perfect view for your ass to be out oh how easy would it be to fuck you right then and there, grinding on your ass

your shorts riding up whenever you would sit cross-legged on the backroom's floor eating your lunch

he'd be giving you the most dangerous stares unbeknownst to you

♡ kang minhee

your brother's sweet and kind best friend

or so you thought

minhee has been visiting your house for more than he visited his own

spending time with your brother is minhee's favorite hobby, mostly because he knows he'll get glimpses of you when he's there

you never kept your door fully closed, the noise of the house brings you comfort to know that you aren't alone

minhee knows this and fully takes advantage of it

when everyone is asleep, except for you

he'd sneak out of your brother's room just to take a peek into your room

laying on your stomach, ass perfectly in view for minhee whilst you watch on your laptop

you never liked wearing shorts when you're about to sleep so minhee has always had a field day at this time of night

wearing only underwear and an old tight crop top, this was such a great view for him and he'd thank god for giving this to him on a dailt basis

the amount of times he had to stop himself from going in your room to fuck you was immense

staring at you for straight 15 minutes, he had to get out of there and continue on to the bathroom for a quick session

♡ song hyeongjun

never did you think that your oh so innocent classmate could think of such carnal desire on your body and soul

hyeongjun just wants you

he wants you to ride him

he wants you to take all his pride away, strip him bare and let you use him

he wants everything you have to offer and he'd never shy away on any command you give him, just say. one. word. and he'll be on his knees ready to pleasure you

people were intimidated by you, you have a resting bitch face and no one would dare come close

except for the sweet angel that graces you with his everyday good morning smile and wave

you thought nothing of it, you do it back, but you just go back to your comfort resting face after

but hyeongjun lives for it, one smile and he's done

thinking of ways you'd have him under your hold

his hair bunched up in your hands as he oh so deliciously eat you out

your moans as he does his best to behave under you

oh lord what have you done

♡ kim taeyoung

you have always been on taeyoung's best interests

i mean, you've been his crush for the longest time

but recently, his mind wanders way too far

what would you look like when your body is sprawled all over his bed? breathing hard when he hits that certain spot

how would it feel inside of you? your mouth?

would you let him use you whenever he wants? would you have a high sex drive?

thoughts pondered on taeyoung's mind as he glances at your way, sitting beside him during a lecture

your skirt riding a little higher than you'd like but never noticed through the shaking of your legs

oh how nice would it be to just push that skirt a little higher to put his hand in-

"you good?" taeyoung's eyes shot up, giving you a nod saying that he was dazing off

how long could he still last without touching you intimately, he's losing his mind

maybe he should invite you over to watch some movies, maybe move from there, yeah

♡ ahn seongmin

the sweet sweet junior from your course

he gives you sweets every morning, saying it would energize you from the boring lectures

the sweet junior who chases you after class just to bid you a safe trip home and a good night ahead

the sweet junior who would sneak little notes in your bag without you noticing

the sweet junior who, behind those sweet sweet eyes, lies lustful ones

eyes that dreams of your twisted face of pleasure when he gets the chance to finally have you

the chance when you, completely mark him as your own

he wants that, he's dying for it

he wants you to let him feel all the pleasure in the world and he knows you can. with just one touch, he'll be gone

he wants the feeling to be edged by you, he wants to know how it feels to be led

the feeling where his world is gonna crumble down and all he needs is to scream out your name as he releases all his pent up juices when you finally let him

oh fuck he accidentaly whimpered whilst he gave you the deliciously wrapped candy

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.9

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1187

Warnings: Moar smut

August left her sleeping, easing the door to his room closed around mid-morning. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He smelled like her, he wore her marks on his skin, bites on his neck and chest, scratches along his back and arms. They were superficial, and would heal in short order, but he wanted to wear them always. The fact that she could always give him more, though, made his lips perk slightly.

“You better not treat her like shit, now.” He turned, seeing Sy leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded over his chest. “Walt almost organized a search party when he woke up and realized she never came back to bed. Well, she did go back to bed, just not his.”

“She thought I didn't want her.”

“She thought you fuckin' hated her.” Sy said, “She thought we all hated that she's our Mate.”

“Why?”

“Because she ain't a wolf.” He said simply, “And I have a feelin' that Feral fucked with her head. We already know he laid hands on her.”

“Yeah.” August said, sniffing slightly.

“So no hot then cold shit, got it?” Sy said, “She don't need her head fucked with even more.”

“I won't.”

It was around lunch when they heard the shower start and there was a moment before Geralt pushed up from his seat, heading up the stairs without a word to the others, but he knew August had watched him go. The mirror above the sink was fogged over with steam and he pulled off his clothes. She jumped a little as he pulled back the curtain only so long as to step into the tub with her, standing behind her.

“Hey.” She said somewhat awkwardly.

“Sleep well?” He asked and she nodded. “We know you spent the night with August.”

“Shit.” She whispered, her head hanging a little. “I'd apologize, but apologies mean dick with these things.”

“These things?”

“I had sex with August.”

“You're his Mate.”

“I'm your Mate, too, and I slept with another man.”

“You think I'm angry?”

“You're not?” She asked after a pause.

“No.” He said simply and there was a long pause in which he could almost feel her confusion, “Stephanie, you weren't unfaithful to me with August. You're his Mate, just like you're mine, and the others. To ask you not to sleep with your Mate, or get angry if you did, would be unfair to the both of you.” She was quiet still, “We have a theory that if you were to be infected, you would be a female Alpha, and it's not uncommon, in fact it's pretty normal, for female Alphas to have more than one Mate.”

“Oh.” She said and his arms slid around her stomach, holding her back against his chest.

“So I'm not angry, and neither are the others.” He said and she sighed, laying her hands on his arms.

“Okay, good to know.” She said, “Wait, you're in the shower with me.”

“Are you just now realizing this?” He asked, amusement accenting his voice.

“We're both naked!”

“As one usually is in the shower.” He said and she swatted his arm.

“Geralt!” She said and he chuckled, his arms tightening around her.

“Don't worry, Stephanie.” He said, pressing his lips to the side of her head, “You don't have a wolf's stamina, so I know you're probably tired from being with August.”

“And sore.” She said, “Maybe I should take up yoga if it's always going to be like that with you guys.”

“I'll help you finish washing up, and then we'll go back to my room.” He said, “See what I can do about those sore muscles.”

His touch was gentle as he bathed her, massaging her scalp as he washed her hair, helping her rinse the suds from the strands. He was semi-hard, though, against her stomach as he washed her body and it made heat curl slowly through her veins, tinting her cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers laid on his hips. Taking the shower head down, he rinsed her off, watching as the water flowed over her skin.

"Geralt." His eyes met hers and she reached up, pulling him down. His hands wrapped around her waist as she kissed him, pulling her against him. "Let's go to your room?" He nodded, turning off the shower. Grabbing towels, he wrapped one around her as she squeezed the water from her hair, wrapping the other around his hips before they got out. He scooped her up in his arms, making her giggle, and carried her from the bathroom and into his room. Laying her down, he pulled open the towel, his head darting down to lick the droplets of water from her skin. Casting aside the towel around his hips, he knelt on the bed, going to her as she reached for him. He settled over her, looking down at her briefly before he kissed her, easing his weight onto her.

Stephanie tangled their legs, rubbing a thigh between his and he groaned into her lips, twitching against her stomach.

"I'll be gentle." He whispered.

"I know." She whispered back and he kissed her again as he parted her legs, reaching between them to align them. Geralt kept his eyes locked on hers as he pushed into her slowly, her whimper as he stretched her open making him swallow heavily.

"My Mate." He groaned, starting a slow and steady pace that made a shiver run down his spine. She fit him perfectly, taking him to the base with every push of his hips, her slick heat gripping him so tight as if she were trying to keep him inside.

"Fuck, Geralt." She sighed, holding onto him, her eyes closing as her head fell back against the pillows. Small noises left her lips each time they were joined, their breath passing between them in heavy pants and moans as he started to move faster. "Yes, just like that, don't stop."

"Come for me, Steph." He said, "I want to feel you come."

"Don't stop, just don't stop." She said and he kissed her as he kept his pace and speed, a tugging under his nails making him fist his blankets, his claws gouging holes in the fabric. She cradled his face in her hands, her lips a hairsbreadth from his and she gasped, her eyes rolling back as they closed, her legs cinching tight around his waist as her hips rocked upwards to meet his. The feel of her clenching around him in waves made his eyes close tight.

"Stephanie, I--"

"Don't stop, I don't want to stop feeling you, please." She almost sobbed it and he held her hip as his pace sped. "Please please please." She came again without warning, giving a short cry and with a few more heavy thrusts, he buried himself in her to the base, groaning as he released into her. "Fuck."

"Perfect." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "My Mate." He was still hard and it didn't take long before he started moving again, making her gasp.

[zombie-rott]

Survival Is A Talent: 1

Pairing: Gen. None.

Rating: Mature for difficult themes throughout.

Word Count: 6,733

Summary:

"Weakness was not something Phantom had ever been permitted to show back beneath the ground. His father, a tyrant leader of their pack, came down harshly on anyone who dared to show an ounce of discomfort or disdain. Male or female, grown or child; he was a brutal man with brutal ideals. But despite Phantom’s inept ability to hide his pain, he’d never felt quite like this before. Nor had he trembled quite as much as he had done since coming to the surface."

Or

Phantom, the new quintessence ghoul, is struggling to adapt to live on the surface. What started as surface sickness has quickly developed into quintessence burn out. And with a reluctance to ask for help, Phantom finds himself down a dark path. It's up to Papa, Aether and the pack to drag him back; kicking, screaming but alive.

In full on A03.

Sometimes Phantom couldn’t quite catch his breath. At first, he was convinced this was just what life was like on the surface. Despite being full of fresh air, life was lived through a series of heart-thumping, gut-wrenching moments of simply not being able to breathe. No one else complained, they just carried on, and Phantom, being new to this world, didn’t know any better. 

Weakness was not something Phantom had ever been permitted to show back beneath the ground. His father, a tyrant leader of their pack, came down harshly on anyone who dared to show an ounce of discomfort or disdain. Male or female, grown or child; he was a brutal man with brutal ideals. But despite Phantom’s inept ability to hide his pain, he’d never been breathless before. Nor had he trembled quite as much as he had done since coming to the surface. 

He learned to take bigger breaths and count to ten because he’d watched Rain do something similar during an exercise called ‘yoga.’ It helped once, and so he adopted it as his silent remedy for this strange ailment he’d stumbled upon. From then on, life at the ministry became a blur of practice, chores and learning about the world around him. And through it all he bit back the breathlessness, shying away in corners to count the stars from his vision and pick himself back up again, ready for whatever he was to do next.

But touring? Touring was a different ball game. While he was pleased to have a small, comfortable space to shy away from the world, he was not so pleased about the vastness of it all. Everything was so big and open and unprotected. The world outside the ministry walls was, for lack of a better term, exposed . Where Phantom and his fellow ghouls were from, that meant danger or the potential for it. Yet at the same time, everything felt constricting, including his own body.  

His glamour, while protecting him from the prying eyes of humanity, felt more like a vice holding him in place. None of his other ghoul-kin complained or even seemed phased by the constraining magick. They told him it was a feeling he would become used to, that he was still young regarding his time on the surface. Comfort and acceptance would come with age. Like a child looking to his parents for answers, Phantom accepted their word as gospel and did his best not to complain or show signs of discomfort. 

Over the first few weeks of touring Phantom spent hours in his bunk, desperately willing sleep to come. But it barely did. Instead, the void would become filled with the pain of his stomach twisting, his heart hammering and the most intrusive thoughts he’d ever experienced.  He shifted and turned, his body much too tight and the air much too hard to hold onto, all the while struggling to keep his tears from flowing.

But it was fine, because this was all part of the mortal experience, right? This was being human and while they were outside the ministry walls, that’s exactly the part they were playing. No negotiations accepted. 

It didn’t become apparent to Phantom that what he was feeling wasn’t normal until a conversation held during one of their free evenings. 

After another successful gig held in Milwaukee, the group frequented one of their favourite little bars hidden in the depths of the old city. They’d a full day of travel planned starting the following morning, and it couldn’t have come at a better time for the ghouls and their Papa. Phantom especially was eager to spend some time decompressing and bonding with his newfound pack, something they hadn’t had much time for. 

Copia treated them to a round of drinks, anything they’d wanted, and proclaimed it was all on the ministry. 

“We have done so well for them. It is the least they can do to treat us to a night out, si ?” He said, chuckling at the thought. 

Some of the ghouls broke off into pairs or, like Mountain, chose to sit outside in the warm night air and smoke his ‘funny-smelling’ cigarettes. Phantom, however, stayed close to his favourite pack members and their Papa.

“Do you wanna try my gin and ginger ale, Bug?” Aurora asked, pushing the deep glass towards him. 

Phantom was already three beers deep but this was their first proper evening off the bus, and he wanted to feel like part of the group. What harm could trying something different do?

He sipped cautiously at the end of her straw and shuttered at the sudden taste of the spirit. But then came the explosion of ginger ale, and the syrupy sweetness of the added honeycomb. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, next only in line to cheeseburgers and watermelon! 

“That’s sooooo good, ‘Roara. Very sweet.” He grinned back at her. 

“I’ll order us two!” 

Before anyone could protest, Aurora bounced up towards the bar to order her and the younger ghoul a gin each. 

Phantom felt the familiar tendrils of nervousness leave him for the first time since coming off stage a few hours ago. Slowly his knee stopped shaking beneath the table and he felt able to release his grip on his beer bottle. Yes, everything was very loud, the air was smokey, and his head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, but Papa was talking in his sultry Italian accent. And Cumulus was giggling alongside him while Rain played a game of cards with Cirrus. It was all so wholesome and natural, with no vastness between them. 

When Aurora set the gin glass in front of him and grinned, Phantom felt safe, like part of the gang. He joined in the conversation and listened intently as Cirrus talked to them all about how the Summer sun was one of her favourite things about being on the surface. This was closely followed by Rain insisting that the lack of water was his biggest pet peeve. There simply weren’t enough places for him to swim while they were on tour, and he tended to get a little antsy without a decent soak. 

“How are you finding the surface, little Quin?” Papa asked, moving the conversation towards Phantom. 

“I-oh. Well. It’s good. Y’know?” The ghoul slurred. When had it gotten this hard to talk? “I could do without that – y’know – breathless thing.” 

Copia arched an eyebrow in confusion. The other ghouls appeared to be equally as stunned by his response. 

“Breathless thing?” Aurora repeated. 

“Yeah! Like, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. And – and I can’t stop shaking. And my stomach just won’t stop hurting, and then -” 

“Dude – “ Rain interrupted, “That’s not normal. You’ve been feeling like this all the time?”

“I-well– I mean not all the time. Just sometimes. Especially at night, or before a show. B-but I just count to ten over and over until it goes away.”

“And does it? Go away I mean.” Cumulus squeaked, a look of concern painted on her face, closely matched by Papa’s. 

“Y-yeah, eventually. Sometimes it takes a while though. I-I just thought it was a mortal thing. Y’know? Like a side effect of being here.” Phantom’s voice became significantly lower, barely audible over the din of the bar. Embarrassment was bubbling in his stomach, and the feeling of breathlessness was creeping into his lungs again. 

“That sounds pretty awful, bug. Maybe we should get him checked over, Papa?” Rain suggested. 

Phantom hadn’t realised there was something wrong with him. And to just outwardly confess it like that not only to his new pack mates but his new Papa? He was practically organising his banishing ritual. 

“Don’t be sad, little bug.”

“Yeah – look – it’s nothing.” 

“Forget we said anything, okay?”

Phantom swallowed back tears, his hands fidgeting with his glass and shaking. He felt the gentle hand of Copia on his arm, and it took all he had not to whimper an apology. 

Sorry for being defective, Papa.

“No, I do not think there is any need for that.” Copia waved the water ghoul off, “Why not take a walk with me, Quin? Si ? We can take our time going back to the hotel and maybe talk a little, hm?” 

Phantom nodded softly, the movement barely noticeable. The ghoul took another sip of his drink before Copia pulled it away, and pushed him from the booth.  

“C’mon now, I think you’ve had quite enough! Okie dokie? Let’s get out of this haze of sweat and cheap wine, eh ?” The Clergyman said as he slipped an arm around Phantom’s shoulders and guided him gently to the doorway. He waved to several of his ghouls on the way out, including a suspiciously drunk Swiss sitting on the sidewalk. 

“Good night, Swiss! Behave yourself, si ? I don’t want to have to go searching through the city for you tomorrow.” Papa warned, eyeing the three open buttons on the multi-ghouls shirt, just ever so slightly showing off the inked skin beneath. 

The multi-ghoul waved him on as he lit up a cigarette and stretched out his long legs across the street. 

“He’s either in need of a fuck or a fight, and going by his shirt buttons ‘Lus will be in for a good time.” Copia chuckled. 

Phantom, shaking, his eyes brimmed with tears, pulled his jacket closer to him. He nodded in agreement, barely hearing the words. 

“My little Quin, please do not let those other diavoli get to you, eh? They are not good at understanding their own feelings, never mind someone else’s. Emotions are hard little devils to grasp and your pack mates are very bad at empathy. The worst, si ?” 

“I-I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Phantom whispered, tears slowly moving down his cheeks, “I thought everyone felt like this.” 

“Most mortals do, si. ” Copia admitted.

“But I’m not mortal. W-why is this happening?”  

Copia pulled him closer. Phantom trembled against the clergyman’s side, his bones becoming tense and stomach-turning.

“Maybe we will take a seat somewhere, si? Until you feel better? We can talk in peace.” 

Copia guided them both to a bench beneath a caged tree, away from the bustle of the bars and nightlife. Phantom didn’t say a word, he just sobbed as quietly as possible beside the clergyman. The young ghoul’s heart was pounding, his ears were ringing. He just wanted the earth to split open and swallow him up. 

“I can’t believe I-I’ve just been thinking this is normal, and it’s not. I’m a fucking idiot!” He cried, his face buried down into his hands, 

“Oh no. No, mio amico , you’re not an idiot.” Copia reached for Phantom’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You’re anxious , that’s what this feeling is. It’s very common among humans and sadly it can be quite difficult to manage. But you understand this, si ? You’ve been fighting so hard and doing so well with your deep breathing and counting down.”

Phantom’s breath hitched in his throat as he contemplated Papa’s words. Anxiety? He’d heard Copia talk about feeling anxious, usually before a show or during rehearsal, and sometimes when things were feeling tense on the bus. Was this the same feeling? 

“Y-you know this f-feeling?” The ghoul asked, his sobs subsiding and his hands now lowered, fidgeting in his lap. 

“ Si . Quite well actually. I’m, as you say, ‘ neurotic ’ at times, and it’s caused me great pain and heartache. I know just how difficult this has been for you Quin, and to be all alone?” Copia shook his head, “Oh, my little ghoul. You’re not to keep this to yourself anymore, si ? Promise you’ll come to me when you’re feeling like this, no matter the time?” 

Copia searched his coat before producing a clean handkerchief from inside his pocket. He gestured for the young ghoul to take it but Phantom shook his head. 

“I-I can’t accept that. It’s yours Pa-”

“Copia, mio diavolo . Please call me Copia. And please accept this so you can dry your tears.” 

Hesitantly Phantom took the handkerchief from the clergyman and proceeded to wipe his eyes. He flattened the damp cloth out in his hand to see Papa IVs emblem embroidered on one of the corners. 

“T-thank you Pa-Copia. Really. This means a lot.” The ghoul sniffed, feeling the prick of more tears at the corners of his eyes.  

Wordlessly Copia stumbled to his feet, careful not to topple into the stream of oncoming traffic. He reached out a hand and Phantom, without prompting, took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. The clergyman threw an arm around the young ghoul’s shoulders and began walking them in the direction of their hotel. They talked together about many things on that walk home, none of which involved Phantom’s breathlessness.

~ ~ ~

All the ghouls were present and accounted for before Copia had even made it to the foyer the following morning. There was no need to spend hours searching for a wayward Swiss as he was already sitting, desperately hungover and miserable between Dew and Cumulus. Rain was rather green and leaning against a pillar outside in a desperate attempt to draw more air into his lungs, while the remainder were pleasantly bright-eyed, sans any ill effects of their endeavours the prior evening.

As Copia approached them with his suitcase in hand and dark sunglasses shading his eyes, Phantom moved gingerly towards him. 

“ Buongiorno, mio diavolo ! Did you sleep well?” The clergyman smiled graciously, his voice with only a hint of morning grit. 

“Y-yeah, it was good.” Phantom lied. He’d barely slept a wink, having instead spent his time curled around the toilet bowl. 

“ Bene ! The first night in a real bed after weeks on the road is always a special feeling.” 

Phantom made a small noise of agreement before reaching into the pocket of his trousers for Papa's handkerchief. 

“Thank you for this. Don’t worry. I washed it in the sink last night and let it dry out this morning.” Phantom brought it to his nose and inhaled as if trying to convince Copia of his attempts to sanitise it. “Smells like the Irish Spring soap they have in the little bottles.” 

“But this is yours, Quin. I gave this to you to hold onto and remind you that you’re not alone.” Copia smiled and waved his efforts away, “It’s a gift. You’ve had a gift before, si ?” 

Phantom hadn’t. Not in his short time on the surface had one ghoul or human alike given him a gift. Or anything, in fact, without expecting something in return. The last time he’d received anything similar to a gift was when his mother was alive. 

“Oh – ah – thank you!” The little ghoul squeaked in response. 

Copia simply smiled, patted him gently on the shoulder and guided him forward towards the cobbled streets of the city around them. 

They climbed onto the bus with Gary, their faithful driver, counting them on as they filed past. The clergyman was under no circumstances reliving the time they left Dew behind in Oslo, nor spending upwards of three hours looking for their resident multi-ghoul after a night of passion with the locals. 

“All present and accounted for!” Gary boomed as he climbed onto the bus.

“ Fantastica . Let’s hit the road.” Copia called from his seat in the lounge. 

He was already perched in his usual spot, his legs outstretched and resting on the small coffee table. His laptop was on and he was no doubt already scrolling though his emails and schedule for the coming days. Despite a late night and a miniscule break from singing, there was no rest for their wicked leader. 

The rest of the ghouls went about settling themselves into their respective locations. Swiss was occupied in their small bathroom, his back being rubbed softly by Cumulus as he suffered the consequences of the previous night’s indulgences. Dew watched from his bunk, eyes narrowed and arms folded in displeasure. 

The ghoulettes and Rain had decided to crowd around Papa while he worked. Each had their respective hobby be it reading, sketching or something akin to needlecraft. And then there was Mountain, tucked away in his open bunk, a pair of wired headphones rendering him deaf to the world as he flicked through one of his many dog-eared books. 

Phantom hadn’t been around long enough to discover what settled his dark soul. He didn’t know what brought him comfort or reduced the feeling of anxiety, as their Papa had called it. Reading was much too boring, he couldn’t hold a pencil correctly and needlepoint required too much precision and stillness. The only thing that even remotely brought him peace in the last five months of life on earth had been the soft embrace and kindness of Copia as they sat along the street. 

Violent retching from Swiss brought the young ghoul stumbling back to the present. He climbed up into his bunk and watched as Cumulus rubbed circles into the multi- ghoul’s back. 

“I told you, Swissroll! Six drinks and you’re out!” Dew stated matter-of-factly from the darkness of his bed. 

The other ghoul raised a shaking hand and extended his middle finger in a crude gesture. 

Even with this hostile display, every ghoul had a place with each other. Even Aurora who had joined not long before him held her own among the other devils. 

But Phantom? Phantom had been a last resort to fill the emptiness left behind by Aether. Phantom was little more than an infant among the pack and every step he took reminded him of it. Phantom was their deadwood, their weakest link; their liability. 

As the thoughts mounted in his head, Phantom felt the breathlessness smother him like an anvil atop his chest. He reminisced on his drunken display from the night prior and cringed. He recalled the faces of his peers as he admitted to them what, he assumed, was a normal effect of the surface, only to be proven wrong. His gut twisted and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to dispel the feeling, but with no luck. 

“It must be the hangover.” He thought as he worried at his bottom lip, “This feels worse than before.” 

Swallowing back his growing nauseousness, he reached forward to draw across the curtains of his bunk, lest the other ghouls see him. The young quint contorted himself into the smallest space he could manage, his body curled inward.

~ ~ ~

Over the following days everything became a flurry of cities and venues. The screams of their adoring fans fueled Phantom and his ghoul kin night after night. But even through all the excitement and admiration, the young ghoul felt anxiety nipping at the back of his heels. 

Each night he stumbled from the stage, gulping for air as if it were his dying breath, and thought about Copia’s words. He wanted desperately to reach out for help when his thoughts boomed and his hands shook, but he couldn’t remove himself from the embarrassment of that cold night in Milwaukee. The looks of pity pierced his stomach like a knife and it was one that he didn’t want to be twisted any further.

Phantom did the only thing he could think of that wouldn’t cause a fuss; he shut down. He pushed those feelings back and faced them in the privacy of his bunk every night. He bit down on his pillow to silence the sobs, bore his talons into the palms of his hands and dragged them across his skin in an effort to feel anything but the anxiety drowning him. All the while everything else continued as normal. Despite feeling the constant buzzing of impending doom throughout his body, Phantom laughed like he always had done, he ate like he was accustomed to and joined in with the others as much as he could. Even his rituals remained the same despite the constant feeling of anxiety swelling beyond the levees of his soul. 

From Phantom’s point of view despite the discourse growing within him, he was perfectly fine from the outside looking in. But, little did the young ghoul know that his glass wasn’t stained. In fact, it was entirely transparent, especially for Papa. 

They were in Bridgeport when Phantom first missed a queue on stage. And not just one. Of course the crowd were too busy watching the theatrics of the other ghouls and their beloved anti-Pope to notice. But Copia watched as Phantom physically struggled with his chaotic inner voice. By the end of the show, he was visibly shaken. He interacted with the crowd, sure, but not as the labrador puppy he usually portrayed. Instead, he listlessly wandered the stage, throwing out guitar picks and taking offerings from their adoring fans with timid little waves of ‘thanks’ . Swiss had to practically grab his hand and force it into the air for their final bow, and when it came time to exit, he marched ahead of everyone else, his feet dragging the ground and his shoulders hunched forward as if he were ready to fold in on himself.  

The other ghouls tried reassuring him that it was okay to mess up sometimes. They’d all done it! But Phantom wouldn’t so much as pull back his bunk curtain. From within he cried into his pillow, claws buried deep into his shoulders, and his stage gear discarded in a pile at his feet. 

“Papa, what do we do?” 

Phantom heard Copia sigh from somewhere beyond the curtain. In a muted whisper the clergyman informed the other ghouls to get cleaned up and disperse to the lounge. And then, so silent that the young ghoul nearly missed it, he heard a knock against the wall of his bunk. 

“Quin?” 

Phantom’s breath caught in his throat at the use of his nickname. He whimpered, his claws digging deeper and his eyes squeezing shut. But he couldn’t find the words to send Copia away. 

“You know I’m here, si ? Is this about the ritual?” 

The ghoul could do nothing but emit soft whimpers and desperately try to silence his sniffling. His hands came up to cover his mouth as sobs threatened to wreck through him. He squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten. 

One….two….three…

Another sign from the clergyman and the shuffling of feet. 

Four…five…six…

“Alright, mio amico . Please text me if you need anything. Acqua, cibo o per parlare, si ?”

Phantom was shaking now, his head throbbing from crying and his fingers sore from how hard he held himself. He wanted to reply, he wanted to reach through the curtain and beg Papa for his help, but he didn’t; His shame wouldn’t allow it. 

The clergyman eventually left, his boots scraping along the floor and the far-off sound of whispers greeting him in the lounge. Phantom knew if he strained himself he could pick up on what the other ghouls were saying, but he decided against it, convinced they’d be tearing him to pieces. Instead, he squeezed his eyes tight and covered his ears with the palms of his hands, the fingertips stained with blood.  

He lay like that, hunched in a half-moon of despair for what felt like days. Decades even. When he finally sat upright and sighed into the silence around him, he discovered it was the middle of the night, some hours after their ritual had ended. His throat was dry and his mouth felt like cotton. He needed water, minty toothpaste and something for his headache. But it all meant leaving the safety of his nest. 

Several deep breaths later, and an inner monologue laced with self-loathing, Phantom carefully pulled on his discarded capris and under armour before beginning his descent from his bunk.  His bare feet barely made a sound as he tiptoed towards the kitchen. Fortunately no one was awake because Phantom couldn’t deal with facing any of them. Not yet. Not with the evidence of his disgrace displayed in the empty valleys of his black face paint. But what Phantom failed to note was the figure sitting in the front lounge, their presence unnoticed until he heard the sound of pages turning. The young ghoul stopped dead, his hand frozen reaching for a glass from the cupboard. But it was too late. Whoever it was had already gotten to their feet and was walking towards him.

“Quin,” Copia’s voice sounded in no more than a whisper, ” How are you feeling?”

The little ghoul stared up at him, his mouth agape and eyes wide. Copia’s features softened as he took in the evidence of Phantom’s distress. His tear-streaked face was enough to tell the clergyman that the ghoul had spent hours consumed by his tears. 

“Why don’t you join me in the lounge and I’ll make us some hot drinks, si ?” The clergyman gestured.  

The ghoul swallowed back a whimper as his bottom lip began to shake, “It’s-it’s fine. R-really.” 

Copia’s brows furrowed and a frown pulled at the corners of his lips. 

“Phantom, per favore . You need to let me help you. Even if it’s just for tonight, si ? What sort of Papa would I be if I let you go back to bed like this?” Copia slowly reached forward in an attempt to guide the ghoul into the lounge, but Phantom flinched back, his body hitting the counter behind him.

“Y-you don’t need to. I-I’m okay.” The little ghoul was breathless again, his chest rising and falling in quick succession, and panic evident in his eyes, “I-I j-just need to –“ Phantom gasped for air like a starving man, his arms coming up to pull at the fabric on his arms and his legs buckling beneath him, “I-I just need to b-breathe.”

Copia was quick to action. He moved forward and caught the ghoul as his knees gave way. 

“You’ll come and sit with me for a while. Even if it’s in silence.” The anti-pope instructed, “I won’t force you to talk with me but you will at least accept a hot drink to calm your nerves, si ? I won’t take no for an answer this time, mio amico. ” 

Phantom fought back but it was nothing against his protective Papa. He chewed on his bottom lip as he relented, giving into the arm around his slight shoulders and the closeness of Copia as he walked him quietly to the small lounge. He couldn’t remember anything that the clergyman said to him in that short period, only that tea was necessary and that Phantom was to remain here, be it lying down on the couch or standing in the corner; but he wasn’t to leave. That much he knew.

The little ghoul pulled his knees up to meet his chin and buried his face in his hands as Copia went about making both of them some herbal remedy of his. Camomile or something akin to it. Something that, no doubt, wouldn’t help at all and would only serve to heat the ghoul’s insides.

Phantom hated this. All of it. The breathlessness, the fear, the constant feeling of dread and mistake around every corner. And, most of all, he hated letting their Papa see him like this. He was part of the clergy. He had power and influence. What’s to say that he’d keep him here after this? Who wants a ghoul who can’t hold it together on stage or off?  

“Please don’t cry,” Copia whispered as he sat gently next to Phantom.

Phantom hadn’t even realised he’d been crying, practically shaking with the force of his tears. He hadn’t even heard Papa enter the room over the pounding of his own heart. 

“I-I don’t know if-if I can.” he sniffed, pulling his sleeves down over his hands and toying with the hems. 

Copia, simply and silently, nodded. 

Phantom choked back a whimper before pulling his hood over his eyes and hiding back behind his knees.  

“I told you that you could come to me anytime, Quin. And I stand by that, okie dokie ? You don’t have to do this alone.” 

“I-I know, but -” The ghoul couldn’t get the remainder of his words out as his sobs overtook him. 

He had no choice but to allow the tears to have their way. His body shook with the force of them, his chest heaved and his heart thundered in his ears. Why couldn’t he stop crying? Surely he had nothing left to give, not after the hours he’d spent curled up in his bunk. 

Phantom suddenly felt exposed, like he were in the centre of a room and his cries were echoing off every surface. He wrapped his arms around himself as best he could and attempted to pull himself tighter inward. He could feel the nip of his claws as they squeezed into his biceps. 

Copia watched on, the edges of his eyes giving away the concern in his chest. He allowed Phantom the space needed to break down, but drew the line as the young ghoul began to squeeze sharp talons into his own flesh. With a jump, he moved to action. 

“ Ah! Mio diavolo , please don’t do that to yourself!” The clergyman placed a hand over Phantom’s and gently removed it from his arm. It was only then that he realised the tips of the ghoul’s fingers were stained cherry red with blood.

“ Quin , le tue dita?” Copia felt a slight panic start in his chest. He brought the clawed hand up to his face to inspect it, but there were no wounds to be seen, “What’s happened?” 

Phantom’s breath hitched in his throat and he let out a small whine.  

“I-I don’t even remember doing it.” he took several deep, slow breaths in a desperate bid to regain his composure, “It just happened.” 

Copia’s eyes flashed to Phantom’s bicep, to the dark patch of oozing blood staining the tight fabric. He sighed as realisation settled in his chest; Phantom had pierced himself with his own claws. And quite badly, by the looks of things. 

“They will need to be cleaned, mio amico . They are quite deep, si ? Do you mind if I do it?” 

The skin beneath what was left of Phantom’s stage paint reddened, his embarrassment becoming evident. 

“No!” He snapped, recoiling backwards, “J-just leave it!” 

“Okay! Okay!” Copia raised his hands in defence, innards twisting with concern, “But you must clean them, per favoure .”

“I-I will. B-but not now. I just want to sit here now. And breathe.” 

Copia nodded in agreement and gestured for Phantom to move back towards him. The little ghoul did, albeit gingerly. 

He reached out for his mug of tea and held it tightly in his hands. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed the steam to waft upwards into his face. The heat felt good, grounding almost. The clergyman shifted beside him and Phantom found himself focusing on the sounds around him. 

Three things you can hear.

He could smell the lingering scent of Copia’s cologne and the faraway stink of his ghoul pack.

Two things you can smell.

Feeling his heart become less furious, Phantom allowed himself to drink. The heat of the floral liquid warmed his body, like a hug from the inside out. Finally, his shoulders slowly dropped, the tension dissolving . 

One thing you can taste.

Copia settled back into the couch and Phantom noted the calmness in his scent. He was right there with him, from the peak of distress to the settlement they found themselves in now. The ghoul allowed himself to glance over to find the clergyman watching him intently, a soft smile pulling at the edges of his lips but eyes still worried.  

Sighing, Phantom dropped his legs into a crossed position and allowed his walls to drop further. 

“I’m sorry, Papa.” The ghoul’s voice was so soft that it was almost non-existent. 

Copia reached forward and gently placed a hand on Phantom’s thigh. The ghoul flinched beneath him but didn’t shy away. 

“If I could tell you about all of the people I have found myself apologising to over the years for how I have felt, we would be here all night. Therapists, fellow clergymen huddled away in confessionals, friends; I have found myself on the apology tour more often than most. But you don’t need to tell me that you are sorry for how you feel, Quin. Never! I am always here for you, no matter the time of day or night; I will be here. You understand, si ?

Phantom nodded softly, his eyes fluttering open to look deep into his mug. 

“W-will you help me get cleaned up?” 

“Of course, mio amico . Of course.” 

Copia retrieved the first aid kit, a damp washcloth and some wet wipes to help Phantom get ready for a much-needed night of rest. He offered to help clean the ghoul’s wounds and the remainder of his face paints, but he was adamant about cleaning himself for the most part. All he wanted was Copia to retrieve his night clothes from his bunk, a simple black t-shirt and matching sweatpants. 

“Is there anything else you need?” Copia asked as he disposed of the used wipes and first aid supplies. 

“No, I’m okay now. But thank you, Papa.” 

Copia’s eyebrows were knitted together in thought. Phantom watched from the corner of his eye as the clergyman hummed to himself as the cogs whirred in his bustling brain. 

“W-would you – I mean – I am not sure if this is appropriate – but would you feel better sleeping beside me tonight? In my bunk?” 

Phantom’s ears twitched, his eyebrows coming together as he considered the offer. He didn’t want to be alone, as was natural for pack animals in distress. And there was nothing wrong with wanting comfort, Copia had said it himself. 

“Would you mind?” Phantom questioned the clergyman further, as if confirming what he had heard was correct. 

“Of course not. I offered.” 

The ghoul nodded and followed Copia to his bunk at the back of the bus. Quietly, they moved through the isles of beds framed by one ghoul or another, some of their limbs peeking out from behind the curtains, and others tucked snuggly within. There were one or two empty bunks, and then the small area Copia shared with Mountain and Cirrus, the quieter of the ghoul group. The other devils preferred the closeness and the energy that the remainder of the pack brought. And Phantom had once thought that’s what he wanted too. But not anymore. Now all he wanted was silence and peace meshed with the scents and heat of his ghoul pack. Contradictory, but craved.  

They came to a stop at Copia’s bunk. The clergyman pulled back the curtain and gestured for Phantom to climb inside. The ghoul gingerly moved into the bunk, taking in the heavy scent of Copia from within; comforting if not slightly, just ever so slightly, intimidating. 

“Are you sure you are okay with this, Quin?” Copia asked as he climbed in beside him. 

“It’s just like one of our cuddle piles, Papa. It’s comforting for me.”

With that, Copia allowed himself to lie down and for the ghoul to wrap himself around his body. After a moment or two of adjusting to the closeness of their bodies, they both felt themselves settle into a rhythm, their breaths matching. And just as Copia felt himself drifting off to sleep, he smiled at the soft, gentle purr that began to rumble through Phantom’s chest.

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