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ihrtchn · 9 months

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— all you need ;

→ pairing — minlix + m!reader

→ summary — felix and minho have been secretly watching over the supposed boy of each of their dreams. when they each finally get the courage to corner their boy and take what’s theirs, they realize that they’ve been in love with the same man.

→ genre — smut

→ warnings — extreme kinks (like very extreme, please be cautious), stalking, threesomes, cnc, bimbofication / mindbreaking, double penetration, degrading praise, god + master honorifics, oral (reader receiving and giving), domtop!minlix and subbottom!reader

→ word count — 2.45k

→ author’s note — oh boy, this is my first smut and i’m starting right out the gate with some heavy kinks! i saw this req by @nxthnii and just HAD to write it.

→ song (s) currently stuck in my head —

i can transform ya by chris brown feat. swizz beatz + lil wayne

i’m coming back to you.

so i really hope that you don’t mind.

i know you want me too.

even though you’re not mine,

you got that look in your eyes.

there were two things ruminating in minho’s brain at the moment: how undeniably horny he was and how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the cheeky polaroid of you he was currently masturbating to. he didn’t even realize how he got here. from his perspective, the picture of you and his cock just landed in his grip, and he wasn’t complaining. it didn’t take him long to finish, his mind cloudy and swirling with the imprinted image of his favorite person in his mind as he lie underneath his silk sheets. he couldn’t sit in his filth for too long before jumping up and heading into the shower. even though the water was piping hot, his bare body was cold; the loneliness and craving for you overwhelming him so badly that he grabbed his phone charging on his bathroom’s mahogany countertop to call the only contact in his phone, his friend felix.

“hello?” felix answered sleepily, despite it being 8 pm.

“i gotta get out the house, man. desperately,” minho responded, not even acknowledging the other’s greeting.

felix immediately understood, ending their conversation short after letting the other know he was on the way. it didn’t take long for him to arrive at minho’s apartment complex, a quick run up two flights of stairs and a doorbell ring away from ending up crosslegged on minho’s black leather couch. the two haven’t spoken in a minute, their individually busy schedules preventing them. yet, conversation came easy. two hours of talking eventually led down the path of relationships, a topic the two men haven’t spoken about before.

“so… how’s dating going? any current prospects up for the love of the illustrious lee minho?” felix joked, his arms rested behind his head while his short fingers toyed with his blond locks.

minho never knew how to respond to that question. how does he admit publicly that he’s been stalking the same boy for three years and is deluded enough to think they’ll one day be together?

“nothing much, you know.. just.. hanging.” was the answer he ended up giving felix, his mind blank before clearing his throat to reciprocate the question.

“i’ve been thinking about this one guy,” felix started, “he goes to my gym and i stare at him while he weight trains.” felix gushed, his eyes glistening as a rose tint began to pepper his cheeks. “it sucks, though. i don’t know his name. but, i know that he works at this coffee shop up the street, and i was planning on going there today to see if i could ask him out!”

felix watched minho’s cat like lips curl up into a smirk. he began understandingly, “i think you should go after him.” felix’s eyes widened, “are you sure, hyung? i know you wanted some company.” minho nodded in response, beginning to stand and collect his belongings to leave his apartment. “i definitely do. i have something…,” he paused to check his watch for the time, “…that i need to do myself. so, go! have your fun.” felix jumped up giddily, rushing to grab his things before rushing out with a ‘bye!’

as minho laid in the overgrown bushes of the the apartment complex that was now so familiar to him later that night, his eyes darted around frantically. he knew where you worked. he knew where you slept. and, he waited for you every night. he knew what times you left and came, watching protectively to assure you arrived home safe. felix had left his apartment about 30 minutes ago, and right when he left, it was time for minho to arrive at his watchful post. he assumed today’s schedule was no different as he sat and waited, checking his apple watch occasionally as time passed by.

9:30…

10:00…

10:30…

11:00….

this was uncharacteristic of you. usually, you’d be home by 10:15. minho’s watch, phone, and patience we’re slowly draining, and his irritation only worsened when he saw your figure stumbling drunkily towards your front door with… someone else? if he expected anything, it definitely wasn’t that. he’d been observing your every move for years, and you weren’t the type to get blasted after work and rush home in the after hours with a random stranger. his mind was racing, thoughts flooding him as he flowed through his concurrent emotions. after irritation, however, came anger. anger that you would dare promiscuously flaunt yourself around. that you would dare have him worried sick about your well-being. that you dare be with anyone else but him.

it didn’t take long after seeing you enter the building before he followed earnestly behind, his eyes low and passionate as he tried to get a good look of the man you were with, the man he would have to eliminate. soon enough, he was at your front door. with shaky hands, he reached in his pocket for the secret key that he owned to your apartment and unlocked the door, his eyes wide with shock as he walked in and shut the door behind himself.

there you were. on your knees for the stranger with his cock deep down your throat. the overhead fixture gleaming brightly as it exposed your perverted state on your kitchen floor. the stranger’s hand on your chin as he sat at your table, your eyes glistening— drunk, and fucked out, and the thick cock of the man taking what belonged to minho. he didn’t know how to address this situation. should he cough? run up and shove himself down your throat? go grab a knife and attack the stranger? his mind was in complete survival mode; territorially wanting to put a stop to his worst nightmare. his brain fumbled through these few options before just deciding to go up and make the stranger reveal himself.

minho rushed over, shoving the other man aggressively. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his vision and the figures in front of him growing hazy in the heat of his rage. once his eyes settled, the sound he almost let out was abysmal. the stranger was none other than lee felix. he didn’t know how to react, his throat suddenly dry while he attempted to speak.

“f-felix…?” he croaked, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. felix was equally as stunned. he hadn’t a clue what was going on. after leaving minho’s apartment, he rushed to the cafe where you worked, barely catching you before you left. the two of you chatted for a while before ending up at the bar two blocks from your apartment. it was felix’s idea to head to the bar instead of the much closer restaurant, and if you asked, he wouldn’t tell you it was to get you drunk. but, that’s exactly what it was. after achieving his goal, he walked you home, perversely waiting for you to get drunk and horny enough after letting him in to let him ruin you. luckily for him, that was as soon as humanly possible. you sat still on your knees, your body hot and breath uneven as your drunken mind tried to process the events unfolding in front of you. part of you was terrified. how did this stranger get in? why are they upset that you're fucking felix? and why does it seem the two of them know each other?

but...

another part of you was too horny to function. your mind racing with the previous fantasies you've had of someone breaking into your apartment and fucking you senseless, and you wouldn't let this opportunity pass up. so you finally spoke.

"i can take you both," you said as you began crawling seductively until you sat prettily between the gap in the two men. they stared at each other, unable to speak. felix and minho both finally had the boy they had been pursuing underneath them, and they each wouldn't let an opportunity of their own fall through. they glanced at each other, a competing level of lust filling their looks before they moved their attention back to you.

"on your bed. arms and legs spread out. you're going to experience the fuck of a lifetime, boy," minho snarled sexily, his eyes dark as he began to walk to your bedroom. you quickly stood up, rushing towards the room feverously with felix rushing eagerly behind you. as you laid on the bed, minho began to unbuckle his belt before gesturing for felix to do the same. as minho began to tie your arms up against your bed frame, he watched you wither around. you were reaching the peak of your drunkenness and your neediness was fading, so you whined softly, begging for some kind of stimulation quickly. that earned you a smack across the face from minho, who chuckled at you darkly.

"look at you, baby. desperate for your two strangers to touch you just so you can get your perverted little climax," he spoke before leaning down to whisper in your ear, the hair on your neck standing up at the feeling of his minty breath against your hot skin, "unfortunately for you, that won't be coming so soon." instantaneously, he latched to your lips, kissing you deeply like he would never kiss anyone else ever again. the kiss was surprisingly passionate and sensitive despite the circumstances, and something about that fact lit the fire in your stomach all over again, your cock beginning to twitch just from being craved so deeply. felix just sat and watched intensely, his hand lightly palming himself before he cleared his throat to announce his presence. "pay some attention to me too, angel. i would really appreciate your help again," he started as he began to make his way to the head of the bed. he looked at minho for conformation before patting your cheek lightly as a signal for you to open wide. you opened your mouth wide with your tongue flat and eyes wide with excitement, and felix couldn't contain himself, shoving his length deep down your throat again with a guttural groan.

minho was growing increasingly jealous just watching the scene, and it only egged him on to be more aggressive. he moved his kisses down from your lips to your collarbones, sucking and biting on them so hard, you thought you were bleeding. every whimper you let out only grew his confidence, and eventually, he was all the way to your nipples, giving them the same treatment as the rest of his marks. just watching your dick get progressively harder from being faced-fuck and teased so slowly was making a tent large in minho's pants.

"i didn't know this was the boy you were talking about, felix," said minho as he kissed from your left nipple to the middle of your chest and progressively moved down your stomach. as you watched minho make his way to the spot you wanted touched the most, you shuddered which elicited a tsk from the elder.

"and i didn't know you had your eyes on anyone. i guess it's time to fight for him," felix retorted, his hand raking through your h/c strands as he held your head in place and thrusted.

"may the best man win," shrugged minho before he finally wrapped his plump pink lips around your leaking tip, sucking on it ever so slightly. "but, it seems i've already got him under my control. isn't that right, baby? tell felix how much you love when your god touches you."

"fu-fuck yes, god! i love it when you touch me," you exclaimed, your brain mushy from the stimulation. obviously, that made felix angrily thrust faster into your throat, abusing it mercilessly before growling out in his huskily deep accented voice, "well, tell your god that you only need your master, and that you only want his cock." at this point, drool was falling out of your mouth and your throat was so full you could barely speak, so all you managed to muster out was a pitiful "m-master..." before you gagged so hard felix's cock fell out of your mouth. with this time to collect yourself and gather your thoughts, you looked up to both of your domineering partners, your eyes low from being fucked silly.

"i want you both inside of me. i want you both to coat my inside with your gross fucking cum, and i want to be both of yours. please my god. please, my master. i want to feel so good," you begged as you desperately tugged on minho's pant leg.

"fucking whore. such a pretty little fuckdoll for us, right, felix," minho questioned as he watched you pull on his pants, "should we give our boy what he needs?" felix sat and pretended to ponder, hesitating only so he could hear your sounds. "i think so, hyung. why don't you take him first," felix said with a devilish smile, slapping his cock against your cheeks with a groan at the precum beading on your face before moving back around to the head of the bed and beginning to strip. minho followed suit, taking his clothes off slowly as he gave you a show. the two of them then positioned themselves on the bed in front of your wet hole with minho underneath you before he forced himself in hastily. he began thrusting at an inhuman speed, stretching you out like he was hate fucking you.

"god... you're so fucking tight, baby," minho grunted as he gripped your waist and took what belonged to him for the first time.

before long, he instructed felix, who was impatiently waiting on the side stroking himself, that he could finally fit in as well. felix immediately took the opportunity and moved in front of you and began to struggle to insert himself inside of you. after a slight readjustment, he slid himself balls deep inside of you. the two men sat still as patiently as they could to let you grow accustomed to the fullness in your stomach. they could both tell you were close and wanted to use you as much as possible until you withered for them. unexpectedly, they both began to thrust at a similarly aggressive rhythm, the feeling of both cocks fucking your insides driving you so insane, you could barely form coherent thoughts.

"nghh.. feels so so so good," you moaned shakily, your mind completely broken.

"good boy. such a good fucking boy," felix grunted as he collapsed onto his arms over you and minho's bodies, fucking into you feverishly. once you felt them both hit that specific spot in your prostate, you wailed, cumming all over both you and felix's stomach. the sight was enchanting, and made both men exclaim. "fuck, i'm gonna fucking cum!" minho moaned as you began to rock your hips into him to stimulate the men even more. "me... me too...," felix whined as they both simultaneously filled your hole to the brim with their cum.

as you all came down from your heightened states, you laid in each other's arms, catching your breath as you studied the features of the beautiful men intertwined with you. and all you could hope was that this would be happening again soon.

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crazyunsexycool · 8 months

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The love we gave away

Chapter 4

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: fluff, some alcohol drinking, not much else

A/N: i was going to make this one chapter but it was going to be too long so it’s going to be divided into two! This is a bit dialogue heavy so I’m sorry for that but also I’m not!

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“If you called me one more time about the dress I won’t show up at all.” You look straight at the phone with an exasperated expression.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I really would.” You say before going back to making some last minute adjustments on the gown before you.

“I thought we were friends.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“I don’t know, maybe everything we went through in high school.”

You smile. On the phone was one of the very few people that you kept in your life after having the twins.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one Fai.”

Faith Carter was the girl you had bunked with in high school. She had been reserved and timid. She kept her head down and her grades up. Still she had been bullied beyond belief because she was a bit overweight back then, something she grew out of. That didn’t matter to you because she was a life saver. Faith had become the first friend you truly ever made. She showed you kindness you hadn’t found before and when you got pregnant she helped however she could. When you went to Italy she showed up unexpectedly to celebrate your birthday. Faith was the type of friend everyone should have but most didn’t deserve and you cherished her.

“So you’ll be there two days before, right? I have some fun things planned.”

“I will, dress included. I would like some time the day before to do a final fitting.”

“Of course. I have brunch set up just for us on Friday. We can do the fitting then and it will still give you Saturday to make any adjustments before the wedding on Sunday.”

“That sounds perfect.” You say before tying the end of the thread and cutting it off. “Who else did you invite from high school?”

“Oh I invited everyone. I want all of them to see me now, in my one of a kind wedding gown and hot husband looking better than any of them ever will.” You both giggle at that.

“You better fucking strut down that aisle. They don’t even deserve to breathe the same air you do.”

“I know but being the kind and generous person I am, I’ll allow it.”

“Dork.” You giggle and shake your head as you move to grab your phone and set it on your desk. “I know you’ll love the dress. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Can’t you show me now?”

“Nope, we agreed after the last fitting that you didn’t want to see it until right before the wedding.”

“It is right before the wedding.” She huffs.

“Faith, please let me just surprise you. You know I would never do anything to make you look bad.”

“Fine.” She huffs in annoyance but you just smile.

There’s a knock on your door before you are able to change the subject. When the door opens Theodore pops his head in and gives you a small wave. Your face immediately lights up and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Faith.

“Hey, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right out.”

“Who was that?”

“I will tell you in person. Gotta go Fai, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Ok, bye.” She says as you hung up the phone and walked out toward the waiting room.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey.” Abigail and Theodore say in unison.

“Come on in. I need to finish a few things up here.”

You hold the door open for them. Theodore walks in first and settles on a small loveseat you have against a wall. Abigail gasps as she sees the wedding dress you’re working on.

“I didn’t know you made wedding dresses.”

“I don’t. But my best friend from high school is getting married so I offered to make her dress. What do you think?”

“It’s gorgeous. I mean it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Abigail gushes.

“Well thank you.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“This Sunday but I’m heading out a few days early. The bride has a few things planned.”

“Will you take pictures of her with it on? I’d love to see them.”

“Of course, but how about you guys? What are you doing?”

“We’re going back home for a few days. Before classes start.” Theodore says.

“That’s good. You’ll be able to see your friends and family. I bet you miss them.”

“Yeah, grandma makes the best pies. And there’s this fair that happens every year right before school starts, we never miss it. So we’ll get to go as a group.” Theodore explains excitedly. Ever since he expressed his fear of forgetting his father he had been way more open to getting to know both you and Ransom. “I’m also going to pick up my camera equipment.”

“Well make sure to take lots of pictures because I want to see what you guys were up to.”

Theodore nods as he watches you put away any possible supply you’ll need for the last fitting. Then you box up the dress with their help and let Wanda know everything is ready for the trip.

“Alright, ready to go?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to finally go to the Met.”

“You should see it during one of the galas. It’s amazing.”

“You’ve been to the Met gala?”

“Yeah. It was about two years ago though.” You tell them as you head to the elevator. “Now I just prefer to dress people that go.”

“You have to tell us everything.”

“Ok. I will. I have amazing embarrassing stories.”

“Her head is going to explode.” Theodore jokes as you both look over at an overly excited Abigail.

“You should have warned me.”

“What’s the fun in that?” He smiles and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Is your mom joining us for dinner?”

“Yup. She’s coming from work. Is that ok?”

“Of course.” You nod before getting into your car, your driver shutting the door behind you. “I can send the car for her since we won’t be too far from the restaurant.”

“Thanks. I think she’s had the hardest time adjusting to the move.”

“Anything I can do to help I will. For all three of you.” You smile at your son and pat his knee.

“Thanks.” Abigail takes your hand and squeezes. “Really, we appreciate it.”

You give a small nod and swallow the lump in your throat.

“Now, these embarrassing stories. What was the worst thing that happened?”

You take a deep breath and start talking about all of the things that happened at the gala.

The last thing you expected when your plane touched down was that Faith would be waiting for you. Yet there she was leaning against the SUV meant to take you to the hotel that would be hosting the wedding.

“I hope you’re here because of me and not the dress.” You call out as you walk out of your private jet.

“Sure let’s go with that.”

You chuckle but shake your head as you get closer. Faith throws her arms around you and pulls you in for a hug.

“You’re getting married this weekend.” You say once you pull away.

She shakes you uncontrollably while screeching in delight.

“I’m getting married this weekend! Can you believe it?”

“Yes, yes I can. Now can we go. I’m so fucking tired from this long ass trip. Did you really have to have a wedding on the other side of the world? There are plenty of islands closer to home.”

“Of course I did. I’m nothing if not extra.” Faith replies as you both get into the SUV. “The hotel will take care of bringing the luggage and dress.”

“Dresses.”

“Dresses?”

“Yes. Mine of course but I made you something extra.”

“You didn’t.” Faith mouth falls open as she stares at you.

“I did. You said it yourself, you’re extra.”

“This is why you’re my best friend. I’m just sad you didn’t want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Fai I could have made your dream wedding dress or been a bridesmaid but not both.”

“Fine, you’re right. Still I appreciate everything you’ve done.” She throws her arm over you and pulls in for a side hug.

“It’s mutual. Now get me to this hotel.”

You both talk about what’s going on this weekend. Faith is buzzing in her seat as she explains that she actually just has the wedding party and a friend or two for the pre-wedding events. Just so that she and her fiancé could relax. By the time you get to the gorgeous hotel you already feel more prepared for the weekend and are actually looking forward to it.

There are bellhops and valet parking employees running around outside. Your door is opened for you. You step out and stretch before Faith walks around the car and loops her arm with yours. She leads you into the lobby and straight to the receptionist's desk. You look around while she gives the employee behind the desk all the information. Anyone that was important to the couple were on the same two floors but the hotel was practically booked with the rest of the guests that would be attending the wedding on Sunday.

“Here is your key to the suite. Your things will be brought up shortly. Here is the key to the room you requested for the gowns. Only the hotel managers and yourself have access to the room in order to prevent anything from happening.”

“Thank you so much.” Faith says as she grabs everything and turns to you. “Here you go. You should freshen up because we rented a yacht and we will be spending the day and most of the evening there. Make sure you wear a bathing suit.”

“Fine. I’m going.”

“I’ll wait for you at the docks. We leave in 15.” She pushes you toward the elevators and you give her a thumbs up.

Just like Faith said she was at the docks waiting by the yacht. She was already sunkissed from being at the hotel a few days before you. Still it didn’t stop her from soaking up the sun some more. She wore a swimsuit cover up but it was sheer enough to see the white two piece bathing suit she was wearing. It was paired with oversized sunglasses and sandals.

You on the other hand decided on linen shorts and an oversized white button up. It was lightweight and kept you cool. You kept a few buttons popped open to reveal your olive green one piece suit. To complete the look you wore a braided wide-brim sun hat, sunglasses and sandals. Everything for the next few days had been carefully selected by you and Wanda so that you could look your best. It was meant as a big ‘fuck you’ to the people that made you miserable at school.

“I may have a surprise waiting for you on the main deck.” Faith says as you walk through hallways and up stairs.

“What kind of a surprise?”

“A good kind.”

“Fai, you’re not trying to set me up with anyone right? I really don’t have the energy for that right now.” You say just as you join the rest of the guests.

“Well it was about time you joined us.”

You turn to see Faith’s parents sipping on some cocktails.

“Mr. and Mrs. Carter It’s so great to see you again.” You say as you hug both of them. Like Faith they had been so kind to you.

“It’s great to see you too. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Mrs. Carter.”

“Please, you’re family, call me Millie and call him Derek. We’ve been in each other’s lives long enough.”

You nod and smile before turning just in time to see Faith’s younger sister barringly towards you.

“Hope.” You laugh as you both hug.

“Finally, it’s been so long.”

“I know but I heard you’ll be moving back to New York soon so we’ll definitely be hanging out more.”

“Absolutely. I can’t wait. There is so much I want us to do.”

You laugh as you agree to whatever she is saying because she is talking way too fast for you to understand. She was like the little sister you always wanted.

“Thank God you’re here. These two were driving me crazy. I thought Faith was marrying you instead of me.”

“Don’t get too comfortable that option is still on the table.”

“Scott.” You smile up at Faith’s fiancé. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to have you here. How was the trip?”

“It was long but good.”

“Good.” He nods.

“Come on, I want you to meet some of Scott’s friends. There are some real hotties here.” Faith grabs your hand and pulls you to where the rest of the bridal party is gathered.

Immediately your eyes fall on the last person you thought you’d see at Faith’s wedding.

“Thimble.”

“Ran, what are you doing here?” You look up at him wide eyed.

Ransom looked good in his navy blue swim shorts and white button up. He left most of the buttons undone and you could see the smooth plains of his chest. His hair fell over his forehead and covered his sunglasses.

“I’m friends with Scott, we met in college. You’re obviously here for Fai. I was pleasantly surprised when Scott told me about his girlfriend.”

“Wait I’m sorry am I missing something?” Faith says with a pout as she looks between you and Ransom.

“Am I missing something?” Scott says from behind Faith.

“Ransom and I dated in high school.” It felt weird reducing your relationship to him like that. As if you didn’t have two kids running around that shared both of your DNA. It was just easier to not talk about it than to get into such a long explanation.

“This is very disappointing and anticlimactic. I wanted you to see each other across the deck and realized how much you missed each other.”

“I’m sorry Fai. Let’s try that again.” Ransom takes his sunglasses off and rolls his eyes but turns to you. “Y/N?” He puts both hands on his cheeks and makes an exaggerated surprised face. “Is that really you? I can’t believe it. The last time I saw you was-“

“Like two weeks ago in New York. You’re right it’s been so long.” You play along and begin to fake ugly cry. “I can’t believe Fai’s love has brought us together again.”

“You guys are stupid, I hate you both.” Faith pouts as you and Ransom laugh and high five.

“Seriously though, you guys really dated in high school?”

“We did, for two years.”

“I cannot imagine you two together.” He says as he looks between both of you. “Ransom is such an ass.”

“I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“And I’m slightly offended. Want something to drink, Thimble?”

“Anything that will get me away from Faith’s glare.”

Ransom chuckles as he places a hand on your lower back and guides you to the bar. You take a seat at one of the stools just as the yacht begins to move.

“Sex on the beach?” Ransom asks you with a sly smirk.

“Perv. You know I don’t like to drink.”

“Ok, how about a watered down version. I promise to keep an eye on you.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea, I know you like to drink.”

“Actually, I’ve cut back on my drinking. Please have a drink and have a good time. I promise I’ll have your back.”

“Since when did you cut back?”

“Honestly, since Annie told us what happened to her husband.” Ransom looks away from you for a moment. “You know Theodore called me that night.”

“Really? What did you talk about?”

“I will tell you after I order you a drink. Let me get a woo woo for the lady. Don’t make it too woo-y.” Ransom tells the bartender who immediately gets to work.

“A woo woo?”

“Yup, nice and sweet with a little bit of tartness. Just like you.”

“You need to work on your flirting.”

“Oh baby, I’m just warming you up.”

The bartender sets a very pretty pink cocktail in front of you. You give the bartender a quick ‘thanks’ and take a sip.

“Ok, this is really good.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go start this party.” Ransom takes your hand and leads you towards the rest of the group.

There’s good music, good food and best of all good company. Initially you sit with Faith and the bridesmaids but somehow you always end up side by side with Ransom. You could be on opposite sides of the yacht but somehow you’d always end up together. Even when the yacht stopped in a perfect spot and everyone shed their extra layers of clothing and jumped into the ocean.

It was the most fun you’d had in a while. For the first time in a long time you could stop thinking about your responsibilities and just enjoy yourself. It helped that there was eye candy all around, especially Ransom. He had definitely bulked up.

“You’re drooling.” Fai leans in and says.

You were perched up on the swim platform watching as the others goofed around in the water. No matter how much you tried, your eyes kept coming back to Ransom.

“Am not.”

“Please, you’d give him another set of twins if he asked you to.”

“Can you stop?” You said with a laugh. “No one is getting anyone pregnant.”

“Just laid. I plan to get you laid before this weekend is over.”

You roll your eyes before standing back up and jumping back in the water.

****

As the sun began to set dinner had been served. Everyone sat around a long table. Ransom was of course by your side. His arm resting on the back of your chair as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was, it felt like it was. But your mind tends to romanticize things that are out of the norm in your life. Rarely did you take a vacation but now here you are in a romantic setting with the man you once loved, and still did, sitting beside you. And in the blink of an eye the two of you fall into an old routine. You can’t help but be around each other, the pull is too great. It’s safe and comfortable.

After dinner everyone breaks off into little groups. You move away from the noise and sit in a lounge area toward the back. It gives you a great view of the last rays of the sun. The orange and pinks giving way to the inky black of night. It doesn’t take long for you to have company. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s Ransom. He places an arm on the back of your seat and nudges you so that you rest your weight against him. You stay cuddled up and appreciating his warmth until the yacht is docked. Neither of you said a word, you just appreciated each other’s company.

Wordlessly you follow each other out of the docks and back to the hotel. Faith throws you two thumbs up as she watches you get into the elevator with Ransom.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You tell him.

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Because I won’t have to navigate this whole thing alone.”

“Woah thimble,” Ransom holds up a hand. “What makes you think I want you to cramp my style?”

“Cramp your style? The fact that you said that lets me know you have none.”

He chuckles. “Well if this party is as wild as that post prom party was back in sophomore year we’re going to have a great time.”

You scoff, remembering that party perfectly. That night was the second time you had slept together.

“You mean the night you got me pregnant?”

“That was the night wasn’t it?”

“Yup.” You say as you walk out of the elevator and towards your suite.

“Told you, wild party.”

You open the door and turn to look up at Ransom. He looks so good with his sun kissed skin, silky hair that you wanted to push away from his face and his smile. It wasn’t that cocky smile he presented to the world, no it was his real smile and it made him look younger. It was reserved for you.

“I’m glad you’re here too.” He leans down and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “See you tomorrow thimble.”

He leaves you at a loss for words and your heart practically beating out of your chest. But then again he could always make your heart do that. Slowly you close the door to your suite and rest against it. There’s one thing you know for sure.

Things are going to get a lot more interesting this weekend.

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𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (Eddie x Reader) Eddie has been working on something, but wouldn’t tell you what. However, when you get home from work you soon find out exactly what he was planning.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Smut (MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY), Y/N, PiV sex, handcuffs, riding, sex in the back of a van, dirty talk (I guess?), a little bit of fluff at the end. Like a tiny bit.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is the first smut I’ve written since 2020 so I’m aware it’s not gonna be mind blowing smut but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? I wrote this as a sort of AU where there’s no strange things going on and no upside down. I’d place this maybe in the summer break of ‘86 after Eddie graduates from Hawkins High.

One of the best things about summer break was that you and your boyfriend had more free time to spend together. Fridays were, of course, reserved for Hellfire sessions at the house of whoever was hosting the session that week but other than that you were able to spend pretty much every day – and some nights – together if you so wished.

Dio’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Children emanated from Eddie’s room as you cooked some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, smiling at his soft humming and the quiet scratching of a blunt pencil on paper. You didn’t need to look behind you to know his tongue stuck out slightly as he worked, his chestnut curls unruly and his torso bare save for his denim vest due to you having stolen – ahem, acquired – the Hellfire shirt he’d been wearing the night before.

“Want some toast?” you asked, barely turning your head so that you could keep an eye on the stove top.

“Mm,” was the only response you got, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t entirely sure of what Eddie was working on from his seat on the sofa. He’d started working on it as you started to doze last night, just telling you it was DnD stuff when you asked him about it. You guessed it was probably something important for the next campaign he was planning as he was more focussed on it than on you and the offer of food. Honestly, you found how passionate he was about his interests very attractive. He was always so excited and enthusiastic whenever you discussed things like DnD and music, his hands frantic and expressive as he told you fun facts and gushed about his ideas for songs and campaigns. You figured whatever he was doing was something he’d tell you about at another time in detail, so didn’t think too much of it.

Sliding the eggs and bacon onto each of your plates as you popped two pieces of bread into the toaster, you glanced over at him and laughed. Just as you’d expected, his hair was an absolute mess and his tongue poked out of the left corner of his mouth.

He continued writing as he spoke. “There something on my face?”

“My lips, if you’re lucky,” you responded as you brought his food over to him. He immediately closed his notebook and licked his lips as you placed his plate in his lap.

“Now that would make me a lucky man.” He grinned up at you and you couldn’t help but gently kiss his chapped lips. “Make sure you eat too, ‘kay? Don’t want you going to work hungry.”

Your fingers ghosted over his hair before you returned to the toaster, reaching it just as the lightly toasted bread popped up. You lightly buttered your boyfriend’s and placed it on a separate plate for him then finally tucked into your own breakfast. The bacon was a little too salty for your liking and the eggs slightly overdone, but Eddie didn’t seem to have any complaints as he shovelled as much into his mouth as he could.

When you finished eating, you quickly got changed into your work clothes for Family Video and slipped into your trainers from the night before. You gave yourself a once over in the bathroom mirror and jogged back into the living area where Eddie sat, his empty plate sat on the floor and his notebook open once again. His head tilted back as you pressed your lips against his, the kiss lingering more than the previous one, and then you were out the door and rushing over to the pickup truck your mum and dad had given you for your sixteenth birthday so that you could get to work on time.

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It turned out that work at Family Video that day was slow going. Everyone was likely out enjoying the sun or spending time with friends down at Starcourt, leaving plenty of time for you to check stock and make sure the videos were all in the correct order on their shelves on the shop floor. Even the phone had been relatively quiet, which was why you were a little surprised when you heard it ring and Robin pick it up. You tuned out whatever she was saying into the receiver as you stood on your tip toes on the stepladder to reach the top of one of the shelves. You readjusted the box of video tapes under your arm as you stretched to put one of them in its correct place beside Desperately Seeking Susan.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s for you!” Robin’s voice from right next to the ladder would’ve met you jump if you weren’t used to her suddenly appearing next to you without warning. You passed her the box as you stepped back down off the ladder and made your way to the phone.

You leaned against the counter as you held the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Only me, sweetheart. Just wanted to call and make sure you had no plans for tonight.”

The sound of Eddie’s warm voice made you smile. “Planning on romancing me and sweeping me off my feet, are we?”

His chuckle had you biting your lip. “Something like that. I’ve got a surprise for you, so make sure you come over straight after work. And don’t forget to drink plenty of water, I don’t want you to get dehydrated and end up sick.”

“No need to tell me twice, it’s hot as balls in here. Steve’s just gone out on a snack run so he’ll probably bring back some drinks with him.”

There was a momentary pause from the other end of the line before Eddie spoke again. “Are you sure he’s not just trying to get out of doing work?”

“Come on now that’s not nice, is it?” you giggled as your eyes flickered over to the door.

His laugh from the other end sent a warmth through your chest. You never tired of hearing his laugh, especially when you were the reason for it.

“I’d better let you go before Robin gets annoyed at me for distracting you at work. Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.”

“Me too. I love you,” you replied just as Steve walked through the door with a paper bag full of snacks and drinks.

“I love you too,” was the last thing you heard Eddie say before he hung up.

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Car keys jangling, you knocked on the door to Eddie’s trailer. You frowned when you got no answer and heard no response from inside, so you opened the door and stepped inside. You found a now fully dressed Eddie in his room, plumping his pillows with his headphones on and his Walkman in his back right pocket. He hummed to himself as he tidied up his bed and bobbed his head along with the music. From what he was humming, it sounded like he was listening to Dio again.

You crept up behind him and suddenly wrapped your arms around him from behind, making him jump as he ripped his headphones off. His panic evaporated when he turned to find it was you that had surprised him.

“I wasn’t expecting you for another half an hour. How was work?” he asked as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.

You shrugged. “It was pretty quiet today. Robin and Steve let me go early seeing as we didn’t need three people to close up shop. You had a good day today?”

Eddie’s lips gently brushed against yours and you draped your arms over his shoulders. “Mm, it’s better now you’re home. I have a surprise for you.”

“You did indeed tell me you had a surprise for me on the phone earlier,” you said as you brushed a long stray hair out of his face. “Is it a clean room? Because if so, I’m very impressed.”

He tapped your nose. “Very funny, sweetheart. Wait here.”

Just like that, the brunette moved out of your grasp and into the living area. He returned almost immediately with his notebook, a twenty-sided dice, and a deviant look on his face. You plucked the dice from his grasp and raised a brow slightly.

“Thanks, Eds. I’ve always wanted one of these. Whatever will I do with myself now that I’ve finally got one?”

“Well, aren’t you just full of jokes and sass tonight? It goes with this.” He held the notebook out for you to take, open to the page he wanted you to read.

Your thighs squeezed together when you read what he’d been working on since the previous night. He’d written up what was essentially a game for you and him to play in bed using the dice you’d taken from him. It became clear a lot of thought had gone into it: he’d written different results for each roll and what the number corresponded to for each category, from how much clothing one of you would wear to the position and whether you’d be restrained or not. You bit your lip, thinking about the different combinations and picturing him taking you in various positions all over the trailer. You were suddenly grateful he hadn’t told you what he was up to before now, otherwise you would’ve made an excuse to not go into work just to spend the day testing out his little sex game.

“We, uh, don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. You’re probably exhausted from work and-”

Your lips sliding over his as your hands pulled him towards the bed stopped him from finishing what he was saying, a soft moan rumbling from his chest as he gripped your hips. He straddled you as you sat down on the freshly made bed, his fingers dipping under the hem of your top. He glanced down at your wetted lips when you pulled away from the kiss and combed your fingers through his dark hair.

You smirked and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “So, who rolls first?”

In an instant, Eddie was scrambling for the notebook and dice that had been abandoned on the covers of his bed, moving to sit next to you with one of his legs over both of yours.

“Okay, so first we roll for what we’re going to be doing. You wanna roll?” He handed you the dice and you shook it in your hand a couple of times before you rolled it on the duvet.

A six.

The two of you looked at the first category of dice rolls and found the result for a roll of six. You felt your face heat up as you read what it was.

“Mm, full on sex. Guess we’re diving right in there, huh?” Eddie’s hand at the bottom of your back as he spoke had you becoming moist already. Forget the sex, just him talking about it was getting you wet.

Eddie’s roll landed on a seventeen and he quickly browsed the position category, shifting a little as he did so, and you noticed him starting tent in his jeans. You glanced at where his finger was resting on the paper and squirmed when you read the words ‘cowgirl (regular)’.

Your next roll gave you both the location of the back of your boyfriend’s van with the one after that determining that your hands would be handcuffed behind you for the whole time. With each roll you grew more impatient and aroused as you pictured in detail what you would be doing.

Your final roll was to decide what Eddie would be wearing, with Eddie’s deciding the same for you. With yours landing on a one – the brunette remaining as fully clothed as possible – he rolled for the final time.

“Yes! Nat twenty!”

You laughed as you looked for the result, the laugh turning into a slight moan when you found that you were going to be wearing nothing except for his denim vest. You’d never had sex with him before while wearing just his vest, but you knew for a fact that he was definitely going to enjoy seeing you completely bare apart from that single piece of clothing of his adorning your body.

A hand gently squeezed your thigh. “Are you happy with all the rolls? If there’s anything you want to reroll, we can-”

“No no! I’m perfectly happy with all of these rolls, thank you. I just can’t wait to see your face while I ride you in the back of that van.”

You and Eddie headed out to his van, making sure nobody was around, and climbed into the back. Your boyfriend smacked your ass as he closed the doors behind him, shrugging his denim vest off. His lips met yours in a messy, heated kiss as he began to undress you, stopping briefly to pull your shirt off over your head before he resumed his assault. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip while his deft hands skimmed over your sides and up to your bra clad breasts. Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair, your lips parting to allow his tongue entry into your mouth. You felt his hands pull the cups of your bra down and moaned into the kiss when one of his thumbs rubbed against a sensitive, hardened nipple. His fingers had you moaning as he pinched and pulled at it, his mouth moving to kiss and suck your neck where it met your collarbone. You pictured the pretty purple that spot would be there tomorrow as he bit into your skin and quickly lapped and sucked at the mark to soothe it.

“Eds,” you huffed out through an uneven breath as his kisses made their way down to the nipple he’d bullied. His lips surrounded it and he gently tongued and sucked at it while he played with your other nipple. One of your hands gently tugged his hair while the other dipped under the back of his shirt for you to claw at the skin. With your groin flush against his, even through your clothes you could feel his hardened cock rubbing against you. You ground against him, your hips rolling at a slow rhythm and creating delicious friction. He bucked his hips up against yours as he switched to suck your other nipple briefly before he removed your bra completely.

“Fuck, you’re gonna look so hot in my vest,” he groaned out as he fumbled with the button and zipper on your jeans. “Your tits are gonna look fan-fucking-tastic.”

You briefly moved off Eddie’s lap for a moment, not missing the needy whine that left him as you did, and kicked off your shoes with your socks, jeans, and underwear. You felt his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of you as you made a show of putting on his denim vest. The way he gently palmed yourself as you cupped your breasts over the denim had you growing increasingly wetter down below.

You nudged Eddie’s hands away from his crotch to pull his hardened, throbbing cock out of his boxers and jeans and smirked when you heard him hiss at the sudden hit of air against his bare skin.

“You ready to cuff me, baby?” you asked as you straddled his hips once more, casually running a finger up and down his length as you did so.

You obediently put your hands behind your back when he held up the handcuffs from his room. Eddie sat up and clicked the handcuffs into place, not even needing to look to see what he was doing. He gave them a gentle tug.

“Are they too tight at all? Too loose?”

You shook your head. “My wrists are very comfortable, thank you.”

He smiled and placed a tender kiss on your jaw. “Are you sure you definitely want to continue? You don’t want to stop and go back to the trailer?”

“I’m sure, Eds. I promise I’ll let you know if I want to stop.”

“Vice versa.”

Eddie took out a condom and rolled it over his shaft before guiding your slick pussy over the head. He gave you one last look – a chance for you to change your mind – and allowed you to take in the tip of his cock when you nodded at him enthusiastically.

The feeling of him stretching you out as you gradually took more of him into your pussy had you gasping and tipping your head back. Once he was fully sheathed, the two of you moaned and Eddie stroked your thighs. A lazy smile pulled at his lips as you rolled your hips forward.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Why don’t you start bouncing like a good girl for me?”

You did as you were told without question, beginning to move yourself up and down his dick slowly. The feeling of him moving in and out of you without your clit being touched elicited a needy whine out of you, praying he’d touch you and rub circles into the bundle of nerves soon. Your wrists met the resistance of Eddie’s handcuffs as you tried to move them into a more comfortable position, leaning back slightly and making his cock hit your insides at a different angle.

Calloused and firm fingers cupped your chin and tilted your head down so that you were looking into the brunette’s eyes, bringing your face closer to his so that he could caress your lips with his own teasingly.

“Eddie, please,” you whined, speeding up the action of your hips a little in the hopes it would convince him to touch you where you really needed him to.

“Please what, sweetheart?” His tongue darted out of his mouth and swiftly swiped across your bottom lip. “Use your big girl words and tell me what you want.”

A whimper escaped you. “Please touch my clit while I ride you. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”

“Only if you keep bouncing for me, princess.”

You started to bounce on his cock harder, taking him in to the hilt and rocking against him each time he was fully submerged inside you. The moan he unleashed reverberated through his chest and went straight to your core.

“You like that?” you asked smugly as you slammed back down onto him and rolled your hips.

“Fuck yeah, keep doing that,” he replied breathlessly. The fingers grasping your chin pulled you in for a sloppy, messy kiss while the thumb of his free hand began to rub your clit just the way you liked it. You whimpered into his mouth as your tongues met, the combination of his thumb stroking your bundle of nerves while his cock reached deep within you began the build up of heat and pleasure in your belly.

“Eds, fuck, please keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you pleaded.

He released your chin and used that hand to prop himself as he started to thrust and buck his hips upward to meet yours, somehow pushing himself deeper into you as you both moved faster, trying to chase down your climaxes. Your wrists pulled against the now warm metal encasing them as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. You felt Eddie rub at your clit harder and quicker as his breathing became heavier.

“God, fuck Y/N I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m gonna…” his words were cut off by the high pitched moan that left his mouth as his hips stuttered and he came inside the condom. The movements of his thumb became sloppier as he emptied himself, but it was still enough for you to cum too, your bouncing ceasing as you ground against his hand and his cock.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, Eddie retrieved the key for the handcuffs from his jeans pocket and unlocked the cuffs, removing them and tossing them aside. You gently lifted yourself off him and rubbed your wrists. He took one into his hand and pressed delicate kisses to the reddened skin before removing his condom and tying a not in it ready to throw it away later. You lay down beside him and cuddled up to his side and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so good, sweetheart. How are your wrists? Do they hurt?” He gently traced his fingers over the red marks before you intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand to your lips.

“They ache a little, but they’re not too sore or anything. Did you enjoy it?”

The brunette gave you a gentle squeeze. “Absolutely. I was right when I said you’d look really fucking hot in my vest. I think that image is seared onto my brain for life now.”

You giggled and moved so that you were resting on his chest and looking into his eyes. “Good. I’d hate for you to forget how great I look in your clothes.”

Fingers traced patterns on your skin as he took in the fucked out expression on your face. “How did I get so lucky, hm? Beautiful personality, beautiful body, beautiful tits. You’re the whole package.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, big guy,” you responded as you wiggled your brows at him, enjoying the way he laughed and looked into your eyes. “I love you.”

He beamed, the happiness lighting up his face. “I love you too, Y/N.”

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Can I just say I’m OBSESSED with your new story “You’re Half of Me Now” like I cannot begin to express how much that first chapter drew me in. It’s so SO well written and just, AH so good.

I was wondering! Since Branch’s hair got cut, is it noticeably shorter now, or did it go back to his usual length since it was already extended when cut? Honestly I would love to know more lore behind cutting a trolls hair, and how long it would take to grow back/heal… God I love Branch angst, and your characterization is just to die for.

I’m so excited to see what Chief has planned for Branch… (‘No, I can’t serve you to the kingdom. You’ve got a far better use though.’) Ma’am, MA’AM?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN!?! I can only really think of one thing and I’m like, pretty sure that ain’t it???? So what is it???? I’m so so curious.

AND I cannot begin to gush about Creek. Personally I hate when people try to redeem him, not to say it can’t be done, but like, he’s such a bastard of a character, and I like to think he always has been. He 100% gives the vibes of a secret bully when someone (Cough Branch Cough) is alone with him. Mean girl behavior. And you write him so nasty, urgh I love it. Love his characterization.

Branch begging Bridget to help the others (HIS village) in the same breath as telling her to make sure Poppy doesn’t come back for him… this boy. Also love love love Guy Diamond too, him being older (Which makes so much sense in terms of Tiny Diamond), how you can tell he respected Branch during their talk of escape.. Ah I’ve never really thought about him much, but you made me interested in him! I can def see him insisting on getting Branch back as it’s partially (Not really but still) his fault Branch ended up in that situation.

Anyways! Just wanted to gush, because the story is living rent free in my head. Final question, are you cool with fan art of your fanfiction being made as long as ur credited and tagged etc? I was doing some doodles and I just wanted to double check with you :) KEEP UP THE STUNNING WORK!

ahhh first things first I’m so sorry for the late reply I may have maybe possibly forgotten I made a tumblr and I’m awful at replying so I’m sorry!! on branch’s hair I plan to get more in-depth with it later in the story, but I really adore the idea that troll hair is a very sensitive thing (for it to be so strong it’s gotta have some nerves in there) and the idea of it being cut suddenly and without consent being a horrible thing. Branch’s hair is definitely shorter and will stay that way a long while and I’ll get more on that soon!!! also so glad to spread my anti-creek agenda to the masses, he’s such a slimy passive aggressive dick and I despise his ‘redemption’ in the series. Tis bullshit. I had a lot of fun channeling his bastardness, he’s a menace to them all and I hate him.

also very happy to spread my Guy Diamond agenda, he snuck into this fic and took it from my hands and held it hostage and covered it in glitter and wouldn’t let it go. He always seemed older to me idk why, and the whole tiny diamond thing just matched with it well!

ALSO ALSO I would probably actually cry if you made fanart of my fic, as long as it’s credited to me im totally fine with it go wild!

again I’m really sorry for the late reply but I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing and tysm for the ask!!!!

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Fourteen

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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previous chapter

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Note: I managed to map out a huge chunk of the next few chapters this week and I'm so excited about all the fun (and dramatic) things heading Jamie and Lia's way!

Just a little note though, sometimes it's kinda hard to tell how much time has passed between episodes and events in the show so while I will be sticking fairly close to the show if some things don't match up with the timeline properly then please just go along with it and suspend your disbelief!

Can't wait to hear your thoughts about this chapter! :)

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Travelling with Jamie was far different than any way Lia had travelled in the past.

The first class plane seats on a decent airline, the sleek black car that took them to the private boat that took them to the island of Capri where their five star accommodation was waiting. It was all far more luxury than Lia had ever experienced and it didn’t escape her notice that the constant and sincere way she thanked every person who helped them along their journey had Jamie chuckling with amusement. She just wasn’t used to being so doted on and almost felt guilty every time someone carried her suitcase or opened a car door for her. She felt like royalty and it felt entirely undeserved.

However, as she looked out at the view of the ocean from their hotel room, she found herself starting to think that it was a lifestyle that she could get used to.

“This view is actually breathtaking,” she gushed as she heard Jamie walking out of the bathroom. “This whole place is amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice hotel,” Jamie agreed as he came to join her on their little balcony. “But there’s gotta be some perks to being a professional footballer and getting to stay in places like this is definitely one of them.”

Lia smiled as she glanced at his face for any hint he was joking, but when it appeared he was serious, she snorted out a laugh.

“Jamie, I think the perk of being a professional footballer is that you get paid to play a game that you love, a game that most people just play for fun.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie smirked. “But being pretty fucking rich is definitely another bonus.”

His honesty had Lia shaking her head in amusement as she rolled her eyes at his brag.

“Well, I have to admit that it’s nice to see how the other half live,” she confessed. “I’ve never been so spoiled in my life.”

“Get used to it, babe,” Jamie murmured, slipping his arms around his waist as he pressed his chest against her back. “You deserve a little princess treatment.”

All hint of a joke had left his voice and the sincerity to his words had Lia pausing for a moment.

“You really think so?”

Her question hung in the air between them as she felt Jamie shift away from her as if he’d recoiled, but Lia didn’t dare look at him and after a moment of somewhat stunned silence, he answered.

“Course I do,” he assured her. “Don’t think I’d pull out the stops like this for just anyone, do you?”

“I thought maybe this was just the way you always travel,” Lia shrugged, turning to face him as she leaned her back on the railing. “Or to keep up appearances. Jamie Tartt wouldn’t make his wife travel in anything less than first class.”

“Nah, I’ve been triyn’ to impress you.”

His admission was said with a smug smirk, but it pulled a laugh of disbelief from Lia’s lips.

“Oh, please,” she giggled. “You’re so out of my league, I should be the one trying to impress you. Children all over England idolize you and women everywhere fantasize about you. You’re rich, talented, and incredibly fit. I’m constantly struggling to keep up with you.”

Jamie’s chest puffed up a little prouder as he took in her shower of compliments, but he was quick to shake his head in disagreement.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he insisted. “I’m the one who’s out of their league. You’re fuckin’ amazing, clearly more than you think. You’re so smart and way more fuckin’ fit than I am. Not to mention how almost sickeningly sweet you are, always putting other people first.”

His words had a soft smile sliding onto Lia’s face, but as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the open shirt he was wearing, she found it suddenly hard to look him in the eye.

“I thought you didn’t like that I’m a bit of a people pleaser?”

She felt Jamie tense as soon as the question left her mouth, but after a moment of hesitation his fingers slid under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“I never should have said that,” he told her firmly. “I was just jealous. Being nice is so easy for you, you always do what’s best for everyone around you without a second thought.”

“Not always,” she protested. “I didn’t do that the other day, did I? Katie came to me asking for help and I kicked her to the curb because she wouldn’t change her whole life just to suit me.”

Her voice was hardly more than a murmur as she reminded him of the events that had unfolded the week before and even she could hear the guilt dripping from her words.

“Uh, don’t think that’s exactly how it happened, love,” Jamie gently argued. “She came to you with some pathetic, weak apology and then didn’t even wait for you to forgive her before she wanted your advice without actually doing anything to make up for what she did to you. Standing up for yourself doesn’t make you any less of a good person.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Lia had to admit that his outlook on the situation did make her feel a bit better.

“Well, that’s a very insightful way to look at it.”

Her teasing tone had Jamie’s shoulders shaking with a chuckle before they lifted into a shrug.

“Had to learn something from all that time I spent with Dr. Sharon.”

His brief stint in therapy was something he’d mentioned a few times over the months they’d spent together and was always something that had intrigued Lia, but she wasn’t sure if they’d reached a point in their relationship where it wasn’t too personal to ask about so she didn’t push it.

“Well, I know you’re right,” she admitted. “But it’s hard. I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I feel awful. I feel like I let her down, like I’m being selfish. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just being dramatic and that in a few years I’ll look back and regret throwing our friendship away over something that maybe isn’t the big deal that I’ve made it out to be. I’m just…sad.”

“I know you are,” Jamie confessed. “I’ve seen it all week, you’ve been all mopey every time you think I’m not looking.”

Lia felt her cheeks heat up at Jamie’s keen observation. She’d tried to put on a brave face and had thought she’d done well, but she did tend to retreat into her own head when she thought he was busy.

“I didn’t think you’d noticed,” she mused, looking up at him sheepishly. “I always forget you’re not as self-absorbed as everyone says.”

“Nah, at least not when it comes to people I care about. I’ve been worried about you.” Even though Lia didn’t want to cause him any stress or concern, it warmed her heart that he considered her someone he cared about, but before she could comment, he continued. “But anyway, this holiday is supposed to be taking your mind off all that.”

“Sorry,” Lia murmured, letting her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders. “I’m not trying to bring the mood down.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jamie assured her, dipping his head down to press a few gentle kisses against her neck before letting his lips hover below her ear. “But if all that shit is still on your mind then clearly I’m not doing a good enough job at distracting you.”

“Hmm, I guess not,” Lia smiled, leaning into his body. “Do you have any other things to try?”

Jamie’s grip tightened on her hips and he leaned back enough to look her in the eyes as his trademark smirk slid onto his face.

“How about I drag you to that bed and keep you there until you’re so thoroughly satisfied that you can barely even think straight?” The way Jamie’s voice had lowered and his accent had thickened gave away his growing need and it immediately had a heat pooling between Lia’s legs as he continued. “And then, I’m gonna take you out for dinner and parade you around until every man on this island is jealous of how fuckin’ lucky I am to have you.”

A blush rose in Lia’s cheeks, but as Jamie cupped her bum and lifted her up to settle with her legs wrapped around his waist, she eagerly agreed by stretching down to capture his lips in a kiss that she hoped conveyed just how lucky she felt to have him .

——

“You know,” Jamie started as he rubbed sun cream across the skin of Lia’s back with his hands dangerously teasing the strings of the bikini she was wearing. “Some Europeans like to sunbathe topless.”

She could hear the smirk in his voice without even glancing at his face and a snort of laughter slipped from her lips.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I don’t.”

“Bet you’ve never even tried it,” Jamie protested. “Can’t think of a better place than somewhere so private.”

“The boat is private,” Lia clarified, referring to the yacht that Jamie had hired for them for the afternoon. “But the ocean is not. Any of the people on any of those other boats could see me, not to mention the hordes of tourists up on the cliffs.”

“No one’s even paying attention,” he insisted, his tone bordering on whining as he snapped the lid shut on the sun cream with a pout. “It’s not like they’ve all got binoculars.”

“They might, and Keeley warned me about paparazzi around here since it’s such a popular spot for celebrities, like yourself.”

“I’m not a celebrity.”

Jamie’s face gave away his displeasure for that title, but Lia simply shrugged.

“I don’t think it would have made the news that we got married if one of us wasn’t famous and it certainly isn’t me”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie relented. “But no one’s that bothered about me, I doubt anyone’s looking at us at all.”

“It’s a risk I just can’t take,” Lia insisted teasingly despite her unwavering stance on the matter. “Besides, I’m sure the captain of this boat doesn’t want to see that.”

“Oh, I bet he does.”

The cheeky grin on Jamie’s face had a blush rising in Lia’s cheeks, but she simply rolled her eyes before leaning back on the lounger she was resting on as she tried to wrap her mind around the extravagance of their afternoon activity.

Jamie had hired an entire yacht just for the two of them. To be fair, from the many other boats scattered out on the ocean, it did seem like it was the thing to do in Capri, but it was so much more lavish than anything Lia was used to. She’d protested at first and tried insisting that finding a beach would be just as good, but Jamie was undeterred and determined that they deserved a little luxury and while it was a bit uncomfortable to begin with - because of the running tally of cost in Lia’s mind and the feeling of being so out of her element - it didn’t take her long to relax. Floating on a beautiful blue sea with an amazing view made it hard to deny that the cost was worth it and the privacy it gave them was an added bonus.

Lia had thoroughly enjoyed the little bubble they’d been in since they’d arrived the day before. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend almost all their free time together already, but there was something different about being on holiday and having literally nothing else to do but enjoy each other’s company. There was no list of things to do running through her mind, Jamie wasn’t fretting about his training schedule or if he was doing enough to stay in shape during the off season. They had nothing on their minds but each other and Lia found herself almost giddy from having Jamie’s undivided attention.

The thought had warning bells going off inside her head, but she found them dangerously easy to ignore. He seemed to be going out of his way to impress her, but in some ways it was all for nothing because she was beginning to realize just how completely he’d already worked his way into her heart. The way he constantly made her laugh and seemed to thrive on putting a smile on her face, the way he was always so genuinely interested in hearing about her day even when she was complaining about something she knew there was no way he could really relate to, the way he showered her with support and sincere compliments, and his incredibly endearing cheeky nature. It all had her quickly falling head over heels and had her worries about Jamie using her and breaking her heart slipping from her mind.

Despite the unconventional way their relationship started, Lia was fairly certain that it was the healthiest relationship that she’d ever been in.

“Do you want me to help you put your sun cream on too?”

Lia asked the question as Jamie took off his shirt, but he quickly shook his head.

“Nah, I’m gonna work on my tan a little bit first.”

“That’s a bad idea, Jamie,” Lia frowned. “The sun feels really strong today and there’s no shade here.”

“Alright, Mum, calm down,” Jamie teased. “I’ll put some on in a bit, just wanna get a little vitamin D first.”

“Well, don’t come whinging to me when you get sunburnt.”

Very maturely, Jamie simply stuck out his tongue in response and Lia giggled as she shook her head at his stubborn nature.

“I’ll put some on before we go for a swim,” he assured her, pausing before he added, “Do you like to swim?”

The silliness of his question had a smile sliding onto her face, but she didn’t point out that she probably would have mentioned her dislike of water before agreeing to spend all afternoon on a boat if she had one. Instead, she simply eagerly nodded her head.

“I love it,” she shared. “I’ve always loved the ocean. One of my dad’s favourite stories to tell is about the time he took me to the beach for the first time when I was about two. Apparently I just ran straight towards the water and he didn’t interfere because he assumed I’d stop when I got close enough, but I just ran right into the waves with absolutely no idea how to swim.”

The story had a snort of laughter falling from Jamie’s lips.

“Must’ve scared the shit out of him.”

“Oh, definitely,” Lia agreed. “But he put me in swimming lessons right after that and then every summer he made sure that we spent at least one weekend at the seaside.”

“Just one weekend?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “But it was enough, and it was always special. I’m sure he would’ve liked to go more often, but he always had the bookstore and had to work. I think I mentioned that I spent most summers in Manchester with my aunt.”

“Oh, yeah, you did,” Jamie nodded. “It’s funny, really. Wonder if we ever crossed paths without even knowing it.”

“I doubt it,” Lia smiled. “I think we ran in very different circles. Unless you were secretly a massive nerd who spent most of your summers at the library.”

“Uh, I was not,” Jamie confirmed with a look on his face that screamed ‘duh’. “I spent most of my summers playing football or, you know, waiting for my dad to come around.”

His admission caught Lia slightly off guard. His dad was a very sensitive subject and not one that he willingly brought up very often which made it a topic that she wasn’t particularly well versed in how to handle.

“Did he come very often?”

“No,” Jamie scoffed. “Used to get my hopes up, but he hardly ever showed up and when I got older I realized that it was disappointing even when he did.”

There was a bitterness in his voice that made Lia’s heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “You deserve better than that. Have you heard from him lately?”

“Not since Wembley,” he admitted. “But I’m not bothered, at least he’s not chasing me up for money or tickets now.”

“It’s okay if you are bothered,” Lia gently assured him, hoping she wasn’t overstepping. “Even if you’re better off with less contact, you’re allowed to be annoyed that he’s so useless.”

“It’s not worth it,” Jamie shrugged, despite the weak smile that slid onto his face at Lia’s description of his dad. “I’ve got my mum and Simon, and now I’ve got you. Don’t need to waste my energy on someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

He sounded very sure of what he was saying, but there was something about his demeanour that told Lia he wasn’t as nonchalant about the whole situation as he was trying to seem and Lia leaned over to press a kiss against his cheek.

“That’s a good attitude to have, but I’m always here if you ever do feel like talking about it.”

“I know, babe,” Jamie smiled, letting his hand catch the back of her neck and stopping her from pulling away so he could capture her lips in a kiss. “But if you don’t mind, I’d rather think about other things right now. Like how fuckin’ hot you look in that bathing suit.”

A blush rose through Lia’s cheeks, but as she slipped out of his grasp, a smirk slid onto her face.

“Yeah? Do you think it’ll still look alright when it’s wet and clinging to me?” Lia asked, feigning innocence despite knowing the answer to that question. “I’m going for a swim so hopefully it will and I guess you can find out when I come back since you still haven’t put any sun cream on.”

With that, Lia strode off to the edge of the boat, but she could see Jamie scrambling to grab the bottle of sun cream out of the corner of her eye as she gracefully dove into the sea.

——

For the rest of the afternoon, any drama from their lives was as far away from their minds as it could possibly be. Mostly because it seemed like the only thing either of them could think about was how badly they wanted each other.

From the moment Jamie joined her in the sea, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her and the way he used the slight coverage of the water to hide his wandering touches from any possible onlookers had Lia caring less and less about the captain of the boat watching them. If she had been a bolder person, she would have thrown herself at Jamie the second they climbed out of the water, but she used all the self-restraint she could to keep herself under control until they got back to their hotel room. However, once they were finally alone, Jamie became suddenly aloof.

“What time did I say our dinner reservation was?”

He asked the question as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly while Lia sat on the edge of the bed. She was stunned into silence for a moment before she answered.

“At seven, so we have about two hours to kill.”

“Perfect, that gives us enough time to shower and get ready.”

His priorities left her feeling completely baffled. He’d seemed as desperate as she was when they were out on the yacht, but now suddenly he was more interested in dinner than he was in her? She was practically vibrating with arousal and was sure that her damp bathing suit wasn’t the only reason for the wet patch she was probably leaving on the bed so the thought of Jamie not following through on all the teasing he’d been doing all day had her feeling a little panicked.

“Or,” she started, keeping her voice steady as she tried to appear as nonchalant as he was. “We could do something else.”

“Like what?” Jamie was clearly trying to sound sincere in his ignorance, but the smirk he was battling to control gave away that he knew exactly what he was doing. “We’re going to a fancy place, think we’d better wash all the sweat and sun cream off before we go.”

“I agree, but we could do that after.”

“After what?”

“After something more fun.”

“I mean, we could, yeah,” Jamie shrugged. “But what do we really have time for?”

Knowing that the clock was ticking and their time was slipping away as Jamie played dumb had Lia quickly growing impatient with his little game.

“Jamie,” she whined, crossing her arms in a huff. “You know what I’m talking about!”

Unable to keep the charade up any longer, Jamie barked out a laugh that had Lia’s pout deepening.

“I know, babe,” he admitted. “Just wanted to see if you’d actually say it. You’re adorable when you get all shy and embarrassed.”

“Am not…” Lia’s weak rebuttal was murmured almost under her breath, but his teasing inspired a flash of confidence as she lifted her eyes to meet his. “Now, are you going to come over here or should I just touch myself while you shower?”

“Okay, that is definitely something I wanna see,” Jamie informed her as he finally started making his way towards the bed. “But we can save it for some other time.”

“Hmm, that’s good,” Lia smiled as she scooted back up towards the head of the bed as Jamie crawled over her. “Because I’d rather be touched by you and I was worried that I’d have to start begging.”

Her words had a growl rumbling from Jamie’s chest as he dipped his head until his lips hovered over hers.

“That’s also something I wanna see,” he informed her. “But m’not sure I’ve got the patience for it today.”

Almost as if to prove his point, Jamie didn’t wait for her to comment before he captured her lips in a kiss and after the long day of teasing, the relief that Lia felt almost matched her arousal. She let her hand slide up to the back of his neck - partially so she knew he couldn’t pull away and partially because she’d already grown quite fond of the sounds he made when she teased the hairs there - and briefly wondered if she’d ever get tired of kissing Jamie. His strong jaw in contrast with his gentle lips, the expert way his tongue caressed her own, and the hint of growing desperation in every movement. Usually, it was an activity she was happy to embrace for hours until her lips were swollen and sore, but there was an urgency between them that evening that had her quickly deciding that they were both wearing too many clothes.

Her hands moved down low enough to tug at the collar of his shirt and Jamie immediately took the hint as he reluctantly pulled back and raised himself up to sit back on his heels until he could pull his shirt over his head. The sight - despite being one that Lia had spent most of the day ogling - had her biting back a moan. It was no secret that Jamie was in shape. The hours of training and hard work put in at the gym gave him a body that he had no shame in being proud of and it never failed to impress Lia. The sculpting of his abs and chest and the strong biceps bulging on his arms left her amazed that someone as toned and beautiful as Jamie actually belonged to her .

“Like what you see?”

Jamie murmured the question with a smirk as he caught her staring, but she barely had time to be embarrassed before his hands were trailing up her thighs and under the light sundress she was wearing to cover her bathing suit.

“I do,” she admitted, lifting her hips so Jamie could push her dress higher. “You look like some kind of statue, sometimes I find it hard to believe you’re real.”

Just before Jamie pulled her dress over her head, Lia saw the grin that her compliment had put on his face and she smiled at the sight, having quickly realized that praise was something Jamie desperately loved.

“Well, I am,” Jamie smirked at her before dipping his head to trail kisses along her neck until he reached her ear. “And I’m all yours.”

His words and the feel of his breath against her skin as he spoke had a shiver running down Lia’s spine as a whimper slipped from her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Jamie sucked and nipped at her skin until she was writhing beneath him and pressing her hips up against him as if she was desperate for any kind of friction between her legs. She briefly wondered if she should try to rein it in - if it was a little pathetic to be acting so needy - but when she felt Jamie tugging at the strings of her bikini top with his teeth she lost all of her already minimal self-restraint.

“Jamie,” she gasped, arching up against him as the strings of her top came loose. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I know, babe,” he assured her, his amusement clear in his voice as he nuzzled into her neck. “But I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” Lia insisted with no hesitation. “I’ve been ready all afternoon.”

Jamie chuckled at her eagerness, but the deep rumble of his chest only added to her arousal.

“Alright, but maybe I still wanna take my time,” he pointed out. “Since you insisted on keeping your top on all day I’ve got to appreciate the view now I have the chance.”

To emphasize his point, Jamie leaned back as he pushed the damp material away to give him a better look and Lia’s protests died in the back of her throat when his fingers caught one of her nipples, pinching and teasing it as he watched her closely. She gave into the sensation - letting her eyes flutter shut as whimpers of pleasure slipped from her lips - but after a moment of indulgence, she regained her focus.

“What if I get on top?” The suggestion immediately caught Jamie’s attention because while their sex life had been fairly active since it began, that was one common position they’d yet to try. “That way you could still enjoy the view and we’d both get what we want.”

Jamie watched her as if he was either trying to process her idea or waiting for her to rescind the offer, but after a moment of thought he quickly rolled onto his back and lifted his hips to slide off his bathing suit shorts.

“I like the way you think.”

Lia smiled and wiggled out of the rest of her bathing suit as well, but felt a flicker of nerves when she glanced over at Jamie. He was stroking himself as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand - where he’d placed the condoms for easy access - and the sight of him leaking in anticipation onto his belly had her biting her lip to hold back a moan, but the self-conscious part of her brain was threatening to take over. She didn’t have much experience being the one on top and she was suddenly terrified that she would be disappointing. The thought of Jamie having such an unobscured view - a promise she’d used to entice him only moments before - was intimidating considering she knew that her body wasn’t up the model standard he may be used to. He’d never seemed anything less than impressed by the way she looked, but as she straddled him she found herself feeling rather vulnerable and exposed.

And as he held himself up so she could line up and sink down on him, she began to panic about what exactly to do next. She had done it before, but was definitely out of practice and had never been particularly accomplished in the skill. Despite the pleasure she felt from the familiar stretch and the impressive depth that the new angle allowed Jamie to reach, Lia was distracted by the thoughts racing through her mind as the anxiety had her frozen in place. So much so that Jamie quickly noticed.

“Are you alright?”

The question snapped her out of her thoughts as she furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Yeah, of course, why?”

“Uh, because you were moaning and screaming a moment ago just from me kissing your neck, but you just slid onto my cock without making a sound. Couldn’t look more bored if I’m honest.”

Lia cringed, knowing she’d been caught and fumbled to cover her tracks.

“Feels great,” she assured him, shifting her hips and sucking in a sharp breath as she rubbed against him. “I was just focused on making sure I could take all of you.”

Jamie wasn’t fooled.

“You always do, babe,” he insisted. “What’s going on?”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” Lia shrugged, keeping her eyes fixated on Jamie’s chest to avoid his gaze. “I don’t have much experience at this, I’m worried you won’t enjoy it.”

Her cheeks burned so deeply as she spoke that Jamie’s hand felt cool against her skin as he lifted her head and forced her to look at him.

“I’m already enjoying it,” he assured her. “Whatever feels good for you will feel fuckin’ amazing for me, trust me.”

Again, Lia found herself feeling a little astounded by his gentleness. It was such a contrast to the cocky side he showed the rest of the world and the reminder had her anxiety beginning to ease.

“You think so?”

“I know so, babe,” he insisted, letting his hands settle on her hips. “You feel so fuckin’ good already and you’re gorgeous. Probably wouldn’t last long even if you just sat there.”

His reassurance had a smile sliding onto Lia’s lips as she felt her confidence rising enough to have her comfortable experimentally moving her hips again. The shiver of pleasure even the smallest movement sent shooting up her spine was all the encouragement she needed to give into the sensation and push her worries aside. Jamie’s firm grip remained on her hips and she took comfort in the knowledge that he would guide her if she faltered, but appreciated the way he let her lead as she settled into a steady pace.

“Just like that,” Jamie murmured. “Fuckin’ hell, what a sight.”

Jamie’s eyes raked over Lia’s body and she was surprised by how empowering she found it as her earlier panic began to fade. His response was so clear and so genuine that it was hard not to feel like she was every bit as beautiful as anyone Jamie had dated before. He was admiring her like she was a gift that he was trying to commit to memory before it was taken away and it made her feel irresistible. Spurred on by her newfound confidence, Lia continued bouncing her hips, but as the pleasure began to build inside her she found herself struggling to focus on her rhythm.

Her movements stuttered as her eyes fluttered shut and she took a moment to revel in how good she was feeling. Jamie, however, seemed to have taken over her impatience and she felt his hands slide from where they rested on her hips up to her lower back, silently instructing her to lean down towards him. She followed his lead, but as her chest rested down against his and he pressed his hips up - sliding him even deeper inside of her - he took advantage of the gasp the action earned and slid his tongue into her mouth.

Distracted by the overwhelming sensations, Lia was grateful when she felt Jamie plant his feet on the bed behind her, anchoring himself enough that he could take over the movement. His hips snapped up against her at a pace that she was sure was much faster than hers had been as his desperation seemed to be winning out. But she wasn’t about to complain. As his arm slid across her waist to hold her in place as he thrust up towards her, sliding so deep it felt like he was hitting spots she didn’t even know existed, Lia was quickly heading towards her peak. She moaned into his mouth as she clung to him, the position leaving her feeling helpless to do anything but ride out the pleasure until - after a few more thrusts - she felt the coil tightening in her stomach snap as she felt over the edge.

Her mouth slipped from his as she let out a strangled cry of his name, feeling herself clenching around him as if her body was trying to keep him deep inside. He was undeterred as he fucked her through her release, but it didn’t take long for him to fall apart as well. He thrust up inside her as he spilled into the condom, earning a whimper from Lia that was drowned out by the groans coming from Jamie until he lowered his hips, panting to catch his breath.

The feeling of affection that washed over Lia was a common one in those moments when they were coming down from their highs. She felt so emotionally connected to him - so cared for and taken care of - that she would have happily laid there placing kisses on his chest for hours, but a thought dawned on her that had her reluctantly climbing off of Jamie far earlier than she would have liked and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“As amazing as that was, we’re running a bit behind now for dinner,” she pointed out. “Do you mind if I shower first?”

“Or,” Jamie smirked from where he lay still sprawled out on the bed. “We could shower together, save a little time.”

Lia laughed as she stood up before leaning down to steal another kiss.

“I wish, but something tells me that wouldn’t be much of a time saver.”

“Probably not, but it would be fun.” Jamie shot her a wink that earned another giggle before he added, “But sure, yeah, you can shower first.”

Lia murmured her thanks and blew him one last kiss before hurrying off to get ready before her earlier neediness made them late for dinner.

——

“I can’t believe we already have to leave tomorrow…” Lia’s wistful musing was shared as she stared out over the ocean from their dinner table in the extremely fancy restaurant Jamie had booked for them. “This place is gorgeous, I think I could stay here forever.”

“Well, I have nothing going on until the pre-season training starts in a couple weeks,” Jamie pointed out. “You’re the one with commitments and a job that needs you.”

His words were teasing, but a knot formed in Lia’s stomach as she mulled it over.

“To be honest, I probably could have taken a few extra days if I’d thought to ask,” she admitted. “Things have been slow at the bookstore lately, we barely need two staff members there most of the time.”

“Is it really that bad?”

It was a concern that had been on her mind, but the way her admission had the smile falling from Jamie’s face had her regretting bringing it up and putting a damper on their nice evening and she tried to soften the truth a little bit.

“At the moment it is, but it’s not particularly unusual,” she insisted. “Summer is always slower. People are outside more and reading less. Libraries have more activities for kids because of the school break so people go there more than buying books. Usually once the autumn comes and the weather changes things pick up again and Christmas is usually a busier time, but it would be nice if we had more steady business.”

If she was being truly honest, she would have shared that there were times in the last few months that she was really worried that they’d even make it until the Christmas season, but they were hanging on just enough that she hadn’t given up hope yet. And even with her sugar coated explanation, Jamie looked concerned.

“I’ve let you down, haven’t I? When we started this whole plan, I promised to help promote your store and I’ve done fuck all to do that.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him, sipping her wine and shrugging her shoulders. “There’s not much you could do to promote us really.”

“What about a football night with the team? I could make all the lads come and we could sign shit for people.”

It was a very sweet suggestion and Lia flashed him a genuine smile for his desire to help.

“That’s a nice idea, but it wouldn’t really work,” she gently informed him. “It wouldn’t make much sense unless one of you has a biography of some sort for people to buy or some other reason for being in a bookstore. Otherwise it would be too obvious that I’m just using you to get people in the door, people would probably hate me for that and my dad would be too embarrassed to accept that kind of help.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Jamie nodded, but his furrowed brow told Lia that he was deep in thought until he spoke again. “What if you talked to Keeley about it? Building reputations up is, like, her whole thing now. Maybe she could do some of that pro-boner shit that lawyers do.”

The phrase Jamie used had Lia choking on her drink as she laughed.

“It’s pro-bono,” she clarified. “Not pro-boner!”

“Mines better,” Jamie smirked. “But whatever it’s called, maybe she could help you. Get you on as a sponsor for Richmond or something, like she did for that app.”

“I dunno if books will appeal to football fans as much as a dating app,” Lia pointed out. “No one will be at a match, enjoying the afternoon while secretly pondering which novel they’re going to start when they get home.”

“You never know,” Jamie shrugged. “But even if that doesn’t work, she might have some other ideas for you.”

“That’s true,” Lia agreed. “Thanks for the suggestion, Jamie. You’re smarter than you look.”

She was clearly teasing, but his chest puffed up from the praise.

“Yeah, I know, no one gives me enough credit,” he smirked. “But hey, I have another idea for you.”

His eyes had lit up and an eager look had slid onto his face as Lia prompted him to continue with a somewhat suspicious, “You do?”

“If it’s no problem for you to get an extra day or two off work then maybe you could take a couple days off at the end of August to come with me to the big gala that Rebecca’s hosting for Richmond.”

“I can definitely do that,” Lia smiled, feeling a flicker of excitement in her belly at the thought of being included in an event so big and getting to attend with Jamie. “But wouldn’t something like that be in the evening anyway?”

“Yeah, but it’s a big deal. We all get dressed up all fancy for it so you’d probably need a day to get ready,” he explained. “And then usually there’s quite a bit of drinking happening so you might want the next day to recover.”

“That makes sense,” Lia giggled. “I would be happy to join you. If you give me the date when we get home, I can tell my dad right away.”

“Perfect.”

Jamie reached out to take her hand that was resting on the table before lifting it up to place a kiss against her skin and Lia wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. The picture perfect moment of sitting on a balcony with an amazing view and sharing it with someone who was quickly becoming so very important to her had her heart feeling very full and made any worries from their lives back home feel very small and insignificant.

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💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Okay this one I’m taking time to answer because I’m gonna use some real examples (because I never delete shit from my AO3 inbox and I'm feeling a little self-indulgent this morning) so strap in:

1. Comments left in the bookmarks. It’s rare, I’ve only ever had it happen twice. But it’s a little window into someone else’s view and I love that shit.

In one someone quotes a line from the fic itself and follows it up with “I’m gonna use that, maybe, once I get bitches, gotta cut my hair for that.” The once I get bitches part had me genuinely laugh out loud for the first time in I don’t know how long. I really hope their endeavour panned out for them 🤣

2. Comments that quote parts of your own fic. I love seeing what parts of a piece of dialogue or scene really resonated with people.

This was fantastic! Oh especially the whole show bit, I enjoyed it too damn much! So well-written and funny, I was grinning like crazy! “But I work in a morgue, so the guys at work are not exactly the sort of stiff I want to be picking up. Naked Attraction please help me find a man who isn’t mortified to go home with a mortician!” - I remember this from the snippets and it's brilliant!

3. Comments from the same username on several chapters of a multi chapter. Those people are the bees knees and fill me with the warm fuzzies.

I can’t even begin to tell you how my heart soars whenever I see your name, @blondelunaa, @abihastastybeans and @practicecourts doing this. 10/10 kudos to you guys.

4. The “Sorry, I got too engrossed and forgot to comment” or “Re-reading!” Kind of comments. With fandom it sometimes feels like something is dead after a week without new kudos etc coming in. But comments like these prove that people are still reading and appreciating long after that.

Oooh ive gushed over this chapter before, but wow- this patronus scene is everything and more. I love the image of the stag, so powerful and magnificent - ima sucker for patronus reveals but this one takes the cake 🤩 and the end is perfect !!

5. The requests for more or a prequel/ sequel. Again rare (for me anyway). I got a few of these on a microfic but I’m gonna share the one:

I am obligated to inform you that I'm in dire need of a sequel. Or prequel. Or both, I won't complain...

6. The paragraph. I think these are the kind of comments everyone loves to get. Just a full paragraph of gushing about something you made.

Oh my goshhhh!!!! My heart!!!!!!! Thank you so very much for writing this <3 This is a perfect, heartfelt, beautiful glimpse into the "after" I requested. I'm so happy they resolved all their feelings! I love the sweet domesticity of the line "it's just me", like they're already an old married couple in Godrics, instead of two teenagers in the Heads Dorms. I feel like that line really helped set the tone of intimacy for the rest of the fic. I'm glad they talked about all their feelings and James doesn't have to be broody anyone xx Thank you for sharing Charms!

8. The full block caps shouting comment. The passion involved in that style of comment.

I SHOULD'VE BRACED MYSELF AFTER THAT AUTHOR'S NOTE

9. The one word/one liner comment. It's small but mighty.

This was fantastic!!!

This was fab. All the kudos to you 🌸 You are a very talented writer ⭐️

This was mad…I loved it

10. The comment from someone "fandom famous" who you thought wouldn't even know you exist. Exhilarating and also incredibly daunting when posting a WIP.

Ahhh the drama in this one!! Loved the James and Lily interactions. Sweet to see Alice and Lily's friendship in person for this one! Got some satisfaction from James hitting Pettigrew I won't lie lol. Glad to see Lily's not pregnant (yet)! Excited to see how you wrap this up!

11. The unexpected compliment comment. Someone paying your work a comment you weren’t expecting. I’ve highlighted a few here that I go back to when I feel like just throwing in the proverbial towel:

Hot damn, this is best court room scene I’ve ever read in fanfiction and most published novels. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time! I’ve been devouring this fic quickly because the dialogue is so freaking good- the perfect combination of fun banter but with a realistic flow- I feel like I’m reading conversations with my own friends. Also I don’t know if this makes sense but they everyone’s Britishness jumps off the page in a way that I love.

Woah! Broken can be a beautiful place to start. Mind blowing and emotionally a masterwork

Just read all of this in one sitting, love your writing! Look forward to reading more of your fics

Asfjksagf this fic is amazing!! It's nighttime here now and I thought to myself that I would just read a couple chapters and then finish it tomorrow - but I COULD NOT put it down!!! Had to devour it all together!! It was just so novel, so interesting, so fun! And the final scene with James holding and hugging Lily from behind had me positively melting the whole time ;A; incredible! <3

I’ve just found this story and I binged the whole thing \o/ Thank you so much for sharing it. The soulmate concept can be so tricky to navigate and I imagine it’s hard to come up with fresh takes on the Lily/James Patronus storyline, but all of this came together so seamlessly and the narrative is so engaging. Such a lovely experience, and I’m incredibly grateful to have stumbled upon it! Phenomenally done! \o/

#ask answered #lets get REAL writers asks #probably didn't need to be this long. but... I love commenters.#on commenting #on fandom

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krizaland · 3 months

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Found Once Again Chapter 2

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

First

“Ungh…Where…Where am I?” Bao Li groaned as she stared up at the ceiling.

She looked over and let out a gasp.

“Wait…W-Wukong? Is that you?”

In that moment, Wukong burst into tears of joy.

“Peaches!! You’re finally awake!”

“Eh? Of course I am I was just asl-Eep!”

Bao Li let out a startled yelp as Wukong threw his arms around her.

She froze for a moment as he held her tightly.

“I thought I’d never see you again..”

“What on Earth are talking about- Wait a minute! Now I remember-” -Bao Li pushed Wukong off of her- “-You’re planning to overthrow The Jade Emperor!”

“What?! No! I already tried that and trust me, it did not work out well!” Wukong chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head.

“YOU ACTUALLY WENT THROUGH WITH YOUR PLAN-”

“I know! I was acting crazy and really stupid, like really stupid.” Wukong interjected.

Bao Li simply shot him a glare and folded her arms.

“Look, I can explain everything ok? Just give me a chance.” Wukong’s voice was laced with a slight plea.

Bao Li tried to keep glaring at Wukong but the distressed look on his face tugged on her heartstrings.

“Fine. Very well. Explain yourself.” Bao Li huffed.

“Thanks peaches.”

And with that, Wukong explained everything.

From getting imprisoned within The Mountain of Five Elements for five hundred years, to his fifteen year long journey with The Tang Monk, Bao Li was more than amazed to say the least.

It was almost as if Wukong had been living in a novel for all these years!

Bao Li had to admit, she was proud of how much Wukong had grown throughout all of his adventures.

He truly had changed so much from the foolish coward she ran from all those years ago.

“Wow Wukong! That’s-”

“Wait! Hold that thought! I’ve gotta tell you the best part! I’ve got a successor now!” Wukong chirped excitedly.

Bao Li stared at Wukong incredulously.

“What?! But how?!”

“Ok so get this: I met this kid, named MK, and I knew right away he was something special. I kinda watched him for a bit and guess what? He actually managed to lift my staff! Can you believe that?!” Wukong explained excitedly.

“Eh?! But I thought you were the only one who could wield the staff?”

“I know! So did I! I’m telling you, the kid really is amazing! I can’t wait for you to meet him!” Wukong gushed.

“Wukong I-”

“Don’t worry! I know you’re not too keen on meeting new people. Especially since you just woke up from a long slumber. So I won’t introduce you just yet. I wanna give you some time to adjust and-” -Wukong plopped down next to Bao Li- “-And some time for us to catch up.”

“That wasn’t what I was concerned about but I appreciate the consideration.” Bao Li sighed as she scooted away from him.

“Oh? Then what’s up?”

“It’s just…My feelings for you are rather mixed. I guess I’ve just got a lot to process but…” Bao Li paused for a moment.

“But what?”

“Well, I guess I’m just a little sad you didn’t try to look for me after The Tang Monk freed you from The Mountain of Five Elements-” -Bao Li let out a thoughtful hum- “-Though I suppose it’s understandable considering that you thought I was…dead.”

Wukong scooted closer and cupped her face.

“Bao Li, if I knew you were still alive then finding you would’ve been my top priority. I do anything for you!”

“Really? Anything?”

“Of course! Look, I know plotting against The Jade Emperor was crazy and all but I did it because I wanted to protect you.” Wukong confessed as he released her face.

Bao Li’s face burned pink as her heart fluttered a bit.

“What? You really went through all of that trouble for me? But why? You know very well that I didn’t want you to go through with such a crazy plan and-”

“I know but I didn’t know what else to do! I couldn’t let him kill you or something! I didn’t want you to be punished for my mistakes.” Wukong explained dramatically as he looked down at his lap.

“You were just trying to protect me this whole time weren’t you?” Bao Li whispered softly, her words more directed at herself rather than Wukong.

Wukong nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to his lap.

“Oh, Wukong I…I’m so sorry I-”

“No, you don’t have to apologize for anything-” -Wukong turned to look back at her- “-The only one who should be apologizing is me. I was the one that messed up. Hell, I was the one who got you into that mess on the first place! So guess what I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry, Bao Li. For everything…”

“Well I still owe you an apology for yelling at you-”

“No you don’t. I one hundred percent deserved that. I was about to make the second biggest mistake of my life.” Wukong sighed.

“The second?”

“Yeah, my first biggest mistake was losing you.” Wukong took her hand in his.

“Well it wasn’t entirely your fault-”

“Yes it was! If it wasn’t for me The Jade Emperor wouldn’t have sent out his army to try to kill you!” Wukong cried out.

Bao Li tilted her head in confusion.

“What? I wasn’t attacked by The Jade Emperor’s army.”

“Wait…You weren’t?” Wukong stated at her incredulously. “Then how did you end up trapped in that crystal?”

“Well you see, while I wasn’t attacked by The Jade Emperor, I was attacked by-”

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Bao Li nearly jumped out of her hanfu as she heard a knock at the door.

“Monkey King? You in there?” MK’s voice called out from behind the door.

“Don’t worry! It’s just MK! You know, the kid I was telling you about!” Wukong reassured.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to introduce us yet!” Bao Li grumbled.

“Look I wasn’t planning on him coming over just yet-”

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hellooo? Monkey King?” Asked MK.

“Just a minute, bud!” Wukong called out as he turned to face Bao Li, “I take it you’re not comfortable with meeting him now right?”

Bao Li let out a thoughtful hum.

“You know what? I actually wouldn’t mind meeting him now.”

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#lego monkie kid #lmk Wukong #lmk x oc

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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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Numbers and Algorithm

We’re back at it again with the Ted Talk! I found the last one very cathartic as it touched upon things I’ve felt a whole lot in the past, so I’m gonna pluck another struggle out and try and talk it through, with the hope of maybe opening a heart or changing a toxic mindset or two.

Something I’ve found is that social media, in terms of algorithm, is a giant, sometimes stressful, fast train that never ever stops. You gotta cling onto it for dear life if you wanna stay on, and you gotta catch it at the right times to be successful. And that success? It’s reflected in numbers. Likes. Subscribers. Followers. Kudos. Bookmarks. You name it. The system is engraved into almost every interactive platform—and especially the ones where people share their creativity/work.

With a heavy, stubborn heart, I’m gonna say f*ck the numbers. I can’t think of another aspect of social media that messes with your brain and heart and self-esteem more. They can both cause an absolute heyday, jumping for joy, reaching the clouds, and crush your soul at the same exact time. And the thing is that it’s not something you can turn off either; when you’re on social media, I think we naturally want that attention, and that validation, and want to see our work balloon with high numbers. It’s toxic, it’s a little dangerous to the heart, but it’s a part of the contract when you sign up for the posting stuff online game. Needless to say, the most dangerous part of this system is what happens when those numbers don’t even reach the double digits. And what happens when we see others reach the thousands.

Imagine spending weeks on a drawing; you pour so much time and effort and love into it, and along the way, you can’t help but think how well it’s going to do online. It’s fanart of a beloved character! It’s funny! It’s great! All that excitement and anticipation pushes you forward, until the day that it’s done. Then you post it. The post accumulates 5 likes; zero retweets, zero comments, zero anything after the first day. That is… not a fun time. It crushes you. It makes you think what did you do wrong? Why is is not good enough to be viral? Then, to make matters worse, you go and see a meme of stick figures that reaches 900 likes—from a person who doesn’t have a huge following to begin with. Maybe even one that’s smaller than yours.

Whooh boy… jealously is such a big part of this. It’s such a big part of me, and I can try to deny it till the day I die. And I got that speeding train to blame for that (or a least a big chunk of it; I got my own problems). But… what do you do about this then? Well, something that’s helped me, something I’ve forced myself to nail into my head, is to accept two things: One, is that sometimes people just hit the algorithm right, catch that train at the right time, and you don’t. Something explodes in popularity because it was timed right with a trailer that just dropped, or an anniversary, or whatever. It’s how the game goes. Two, is that it’s important to remember that these people who snowball those big numbers, well, there’s a reason they did. I find that I can become blind to this because of envy—and that’s no good. People put time, and effort, and love into projects, and people will recognize that. Maybe the artist of that stick figure meme has an amazing sense of humor my brain refused to recognize. Sometimes you just have to plaster on a smile and support someone else who performed better than you, because ignoring/even trying to look for flaws in their work out of spite is incredibly unkind. Something else I’ve found is that when you praise someone, even if it doesn’t originally come from a sincere place, you might find yourself appreciating others’ work for real. And when that happens, that envy will begin to ebb <3

Finally, and similarly to praise, a huge factor of all of this is expectation. Expecting that fanart to do amazingly well, expecting that story to be gushed about, expecting people to care. The problem lies in what happens when those things aren’t met. Setting expectations is a subliminal thing, and not really something we control. But at the same time, it’s important to not get carried away with them—because that’s where the heartache starts. More than anything, you have to know your work is special, and meaningful, and worth it, without numbers reflecting that. Numbers will not always reflect the time and effort put into something, but that does not mean you did not spend a month writing a single chapter for a story.

We can’t mediate ourselves into telling ourselves we don’t care about numbers—it’s too big of a player in the game. And it’s absolutely okay to accept the hurt that comes with it; stifling it and pretending it means nothing may make you feel worse inside. Truthfully, as long as you know how hard you worked on something, and that worth is not defined by a thumbs up or hearts, then you will be just fine <3 You are hardworking, and strong, and worth a million likes on any platform. And you are incredibly, incredibly brave for putting your work out there!

#venting #things #jealousy #dude I’ma jealous mess #but plz be kind <3 #it does wonders for envy #another speech somehow #this went on for so long I’m sorry 😭#I don’t know what’s wrong with me lol I need a stop button #good English practice I have a summative due soon #self care #there’s a surprising amount of willpower in not whining about my own examples

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writtenfromhawkins · 2 years

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daylight.

ship: photographer!jonathan byers x model fem!reader

summary: reader finally gets to work with the jonathan byers.

word count: 6.5k.

warnings: drugs/drug use (there is one brief scene where the reader actually uses a hard drug, otherwise it’s just mentioned), swearing, smut, eating, mentions of creepy behavior and assigning morality to food i.e it being good or bad (it’s the 90s and the fashion industry is gross). just listen to supermodel by maneskin and you’ll get the vibes. minors do not read or interact.

authors note: totally self-indulgent fic here, but i hope you enjoy it anyway. getting this out later than i had anticipated, but if there’s interest, i’ve already come up with some ideas for additional parts.

there are so many lines that i've crossed unforgiven.

Early spring on the East Coast is a dreary affair and even a city as magical as New York can’t escape it. The air crisp, a light downpour made the already heavy traffic come to a standstill and you arrive outside The Plaza a good twenty minutes after you were supposed to.

You probably should have felt at least a little bad about it. Showing up late was never a good look. But hey, you couldn’t control the weather or the traffic or the fact that the photographer’s assistant scouted a hotel that required you to travel to it.

“Shoulda did this at the Carlyle,” you tell your manager, Murray, who, much to your surprise, had been in the car that picked you up from JFK. This was all a very last-minute affair. You’d sent your own assistant home and had expected to be alone in The Big Apple.

You don’t get a real response, just a gruff laugh as he continues perusing your schedule for the next few days.

He was a strange man, one who seemingly did not belong in the fashion industry, but he knew what he was doing and made you more money than you thought possible. That was certainly enough to endear you to him.

“Alright,” he says, slamming the planner shut, “this Guess shoot should be over and done quick. I hear this Byers kid is a real professional.”

You don’t say it but you’ve heard the same thing. Somehow this would be the first time working with Jonathan Byers but you certainly were familiar with the name.

Some of the girls had gushed about him—he was so cute and nice and made them feel at ease. Others complained that he didn’t accept their advances or entertain their diva antics. Even worse, one regaled you with a horrific tale of getting caught doing blow on set. He’d tossed the little baggie in the trash without a word.

Personal opinions varied from model to model but one thing stayed consistent: he was really, really good at his job.

“That means,” Murray continues, “you have the rest of the day and night to yourself. Have fun but, for the love of God, behave yourself. I’m begging you, please. You’ve got two big campaigns coming and name-dropping Gianni can only save your ass so many times.”

You huff at that. You don't even do anything that bad—the tabloids liked to pick on you. Sure, you might have gotten kicked out of a club or two and yeah, you trashed a couple hotel rooms with your shitty ex-boyfriend. You might have even accidentally shoplifted a Chanel scarf once but who hasn’t?

“I’ll be good,” you assure him anyway, properly admonished despite your refusal to accept any wrongdoing.

“That’s what I like to hear. So, all you gotta do tomorrow is a fitting for Calvin Klein and then you’re free to fuck back off to the West Coast for the rest of the week.”

“Great,” you nod, opening the door.

“You’ll notice the vultures aren’t out right now. Since you just got back from Milan, I figured you could use the break.” You’re actually about to thank him when he says, “but they’ll be here when you’re done so whatever shit they put on your face? Keep it on.”

Asshole. “See you later, Murray.” You don’t give him the chance to say anything else before you’re outside and walking towards the building.

Head low, sunglasses on, you’re able to cross the lobby with zero issues and snag yourself an empty elevator. You settle into the corner, back pressed against the wall as you grab ahold of your Prada bag, dipping into its contents to pull out a tiny, clear vial. You almost salivate at the sight.

Though the neatly packed powder excites you—probably more than it should—the tiniest bit of shame creeps its way in, the way it usually does when you know you’re doing something wrong. It’s for the best. Fashion Week just ended, your flight was long and you were tired—you needed the energy, after all.

You twist the top off with ease, holding it against the neck of the bottle, so you can slip one manicured nail inside. You pucker your lips, wiping the digit across your top gums once, twice, a third time for good measure, and then you’re putting the lid back on and carefully tucking it away.

By the time the doors open up on the top floor, you can already feel it. Your body feels warmer, and there’s an extra pep in your step. You’ll feel like shit in a couple hours but for now, you’re golden.

The whole floor was booked, a way to give you privacy and a quiet place to work, but the room you actually needed to be at has its door cracked, they were expecting you. You push your way inside.

Jonathan is directing his assistants as they set up the lighting until he spots you. He pats one on the back, giving one last instruction before heading over.

You’re surprised at first. With the way some of the girls talked about him you expected a little more Brian Austin Green and a little less Kurt Cobain. But then he’s smiling at you and you think you get it.

“Hey! Jonathan Byers,” he introduces himself, extending a hand to you.

You know who he is, he knows who you are, but only pretentious assholes acknowledge that so, you shake his and return the pleasantry.

“Nice to officially meet you.” And the way he says it lets it be known he’s not the only one with a reputation. Yours, though, is a little less sparkling. “Right through there,” an arm extends, motioning towards the bathroom and you catch yourself admiring the sinewy muscle the action exposes before following its direction, “is Gina and Zack.” With both doors open, you can see them in the adjoining room. “They’ll take care of you and then send you back to me.”

It’s most definitely not your first day on a set and, if this was coming from anyone else, you’d find it condescending. But with the way Jonathan says it, it sounds nice, like you’re being looked out for.

“Cool,” you acknowledge the sentiment and head right towards hair and makeup.

—

In no time your hair has been teased, your cheeks highlighted and your lips glossed. You emerge from the bathroom in a black cocktail dress.

Jonathan claps his hands together when he sees you. “There she is! We’re gonna start off on the dresser. Can you get up there?”

You can and you do. Once you’re situated, you pull the hem of the dress down slightly and look up at him expectantly.

“Need you to move a little.”

When you do, he shakes his head. “No, no, I need you…” He trails off, sighing. “Back, a little more to the left.”

You shimmy your entire body in the direction he mentioned but he still doesn’t look pleased. “That’s not—“ His gaze flickers from you to Gina, the makeup artist, who is lingering nearby for touch-ups. “Can I do it?”

In quite literally any other situation a photographer wanting to touch you would be enough to send up hundreds of red flags and set off all the alarms. It’s their way of trying to cop a feel or start something equally unseemly. But, despite all your experience and years in the business, nothing in the request was enough to unnerve you.

You just met the man and you were finding yourself trusting him, feeling as though you were actually safe. So the decision was an easy one, you nod your consent.

Once you agree, Jonathan loops the strap of his camera around his neck and steps toward you, the heel of your stilettos brushing against his knee. Two big hand grabs ahold of your hips and, with surprising ease, slides you back to your original position, only with your left hip cocked back leaving you at an angle.

Somehow you’d just been manhandled in the gentlest, most respectful way possible.

You gaze up at him to see he’s already looking at you. Jonathan studies you for a moment—really, really studies you—and seems to see something he doesn’t like as the corner of his lips twitch downward before he steps back.

“Perfect. Don’t move, okay?”

You take a few pictures exactly in that position. Another with you bent down, cleavage exposed, one finger hooked in the back of your heel as if you’re taking it off. Another with your legs spread but only slightly—we’re not shooting for Penthouse here, Jonathan had said.

The next outfit is a completely unbuttoned white dress shirt, a lacy black bra, and a pencil skirt in the same dark shade. You don’t know if slutty businesswoman really fits Guess but who are you to complain?

From the door to the nightstand by the bed, you’re photographed undressing as you cross the room. The shirt is discarded immediately, the rest is an illusion, hinting at nudity as you unzip the skirt but never pull the fabric below your hips.

Last is a tiny little romper and stockings which you’re donning as you’re sprawled out on the mattress, arm by your head. It’s fitting because all you want is to crawl into bed minus the glitz and glamor and the designer clothes. By this point, you’re coming down. The high never lasted long enough but, after only getting a tiny amount far too long ago, it was painfully brief. You’re a little foggy and tired, and you hope, as you switch poses, Jonathan can’t see your hands shake.

“I need you to kneel on the bed for me now.”

You’re a little slow, but you get into position as requested—

“Ass off your heels, please.”

Okay, almost as requested. At the order, you lift your bum up, looking at Jonathan, almost expecting some praise. It doesn’t come. You only know you’re where he wants you because he raises the camera. You drop your hands to your thighs, tilt your head and prepare for the telltale flash that never comes.

“You’re totally dead behind the eyes.”

“What?”

He looks at you with a frown. “Nothing is going on up here,” he points to his own visage, “you look bored, tired.”

You freeze, feeling like you’re caught. “I-uh,” you stammer, wincing at your lack of an immediate answer. Could this get any worse? “I am tired. I was just in Italy and I came here right off the plane.”

“Uh huh,” Jonathan nods. You don’t think he believes you. “But the people who see these pictures aren’t gonna get the backstory. You gotta grab them on first look so I really need you to try to perk up a little.”

You bristle, embarrassed to have let anything affect your work. “Got it.”

“Look at the camera like it’s a delicious, juicy steak.”

“I’m a vegetarian.” It’s supposed to be a joke but he doesn’t laugh.

“Then a nicely seasoned chunk of tofu. We’re almost done here, let’s get this last shot and finish up.”

You sigh as you look at the gadget, desperate to finish the shoot off on a high note. You do everything you can—you picture the camera as a beautiful man, a beautiful woman, a brand new Balenciaga.

You have no idea if it’s working until Jonathan says, “that’s a wrap.” He comes around to your side of the bed and offers his hand, which you take. “Let’s get you changed.”

Once you’re back in your street clothes, you say your goodbyes and thank yous to the people on set. It’s a nicety that you don’t partake in often, just when you’re trying to make a good impression.

The rounds, as expected, take a while and you’re deliberate in their order, saving Jonathan for last. When you approach him, drained but still enthusiastic, it’s with a smile. “I wanted to say goodbye! It was really nice to work with you.” It’s true and you hope to do it again.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It was a pleasure.” He sounds sincere as he grabs your elbow and leans close. You almost think he’s going to kiss your cheek but he goes past, lips an inch from your ear, his voice just a whisper. “Next time, show up sober.”

—

maybe i've stormed out of every single room in this town.

It doesn’t take long for your jet-set lifestyle to have you back in New York. It’s closer to summer, still a little cold, but not enough to deter you from wearing your favorite little red dress when night hits and you receive an invitation to hit the town with some friends. The Roxy most certainly deserved to see you at your best.

Besides, you believed that part of feeling good was looking good and you were certainly both as you settled into the VIP section your group had snagged, bottles and shots flowing. You’d just gotten comfortable, only able to drink half of your vodka cranberry, when, without even really thinking, you grabbed a Marlboro Red and lit up. You didn’t even get the chance to take a drag before security was stomping over.

“Hello, miss, we’re gonna need you to put that out. This isn’t the smoking section.”

“Excuse me?” You pull back, instantly bothered by the intrusion.

“You can’t smoke here,” the security guard explains, a little more straight to the point this time.

Entirely out of spite, you bring the ciggy to your lips, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Interesting, because it seems like I’m managing to do it just fine.”

The man’s jaw clenches, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m going to ask you one more time, please put that out.”

You shake your head, stubborn, annoyed that your buzz had been killed before you could even get a real one going. “Don’t think I’m going to do that.”

“Okay, then you need to leave.”

“Yeah, don’t think I’m gonna do that either.”

You’re being unreasonable. He’s rough and a bit loud, he’s a New Yorker after all, but the man just doing his job certainly has not been unkind to you. There's no reason for you to not comply with the club rules… besides the fact that you have a problem with authority. You hate being told what to do and you’re beyond frustrated that your night out—always damn near a religious experience for you—had been interrupted.

“Well, those are your options. Put out the cigarette or go.”

Eyes rolling towards the ceiling, you grab your purse from beside you and wiggle it. “How much to make you go away so we can go back to enjoying ourselves?”

“Alright,” he says, reaching over to grab ahold of your arm, “it’s time for you to go.”

“Hey,” you call out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He tightens his hold as you struggle. “Let go of me.”

“You need to leave now!” Still doing his best to be gentle, he pulls you to your feet and leads you down the stairs.

“This is ridiculous.” All the way you’re pulling, pushing, all in an attempt to get free. In the may lay, the still lit cigarette fell from your grasp, getting stomped out shortly after by another patron’s dancing feet.

“You had your chance.” He’s talking to you the way one would a naughty toddler and it rubs you the wrong way—as if he hadn’t already done enough to end up on your shit list.

“Oh, fuck off,” you scoff, ignoring the curious stares as you pass, “Do you even know who I am?”

“Yup,” he’s quick to answer. “You’re the lady too stubborn to put out a stupid cigarette.” You don’t know how he’s managed it but he’s gotten you to the door much quicker than you could have anticipated.

With a soft push to your back, he’s nudging you through it. “Now, you enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Asshole!” You call back of your shoulder, arms crossing over your chest.

You’re alone, it’s late and you need to figure out a way to call a car—there’s no way you were going to take a taxi, you were down bad, but not that bad. Before you can make any plans, you hear a voice behind you say, “Man, that was really embarrassing.”

It’s been a while, but you still recognize it instantly. “Jonathan Byers,” you almost sound impressed. “What are you doing here?”

“Once a year they let me out to socialize with all the beautiful people.” He moves so he’s beside you now. You can see he cleans up pretty well. “Got here just in time to see the end of your temper tantrum.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I didn’t even do anything wrong.”

“Right.” He’s smirking because you’re full of shit and he can tell. “Can’t believe they threw you out like that for no reason. Don’t they know who you are?” His amusement, though, fades as he leans a little closer. “How fucked up are you?”

That was the problem. “I’m not, I’m totally sober,” you bemoan as if there was no bigger tragedy than not being plastered on a Friday night. “Listen—”

You’re ready to ask if he had a cell on him—your hunk of brick had taken an unfortunate trip earlier that month backstage at a show when you were feeling particularly miffed—when you’re interrupted by flashing lights. Paparazzi, of course. When you first got there, you’d been able to enter through the back exit. Now, though, you got thrown out the front door and were a literal sitting duck.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You become frantic, hands jumping to your hair, patting it down, moving to your stomach, smoothing wrinkled fabric. “Murray is gonna kill me if they catch me lookin’ a mess.”

In a second, Jonathan gets an idea. It’s probably (definitely) not a good one, impulsive, sure to disrupt his night. But he’s certain the friends he’s going to have to ditch will understand. “Think you can run in those?”

You follow his gaze down to your shoes. They’re sky-high and strappy. “I’m sure as hell willing to try.”

Before you can react further, Jonathan grabs you and is leading you down the sidewalk before you both break out into a full-on sprint, the sound of your name getting more and more distant. All the paparazzi get are a few shots of your back, hand-in-hand with a “mystery” man.

A few poorly lit, sketchy alleys and sharp turns later, you’re in a parking lot. You practically throw yourself against the nearest car, cold metal soothing your warm skin. You hunch forward, breath labored, smile wide. Jonathan is right beside you, laughing, face flushed and you take a moment to just appreciate the sight.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Heard that a time or two,” he teases, catching your gaze. “I’m parked somewhere in here… You need a ride?”

“You have a car? In New York City?”

“Makes escaping from paparazzi really easy.” It’s a total joke.

Up until a matter of minutes ago, he had zero experience with the concept and hadn’t even been sure his plan would work. Outside of those in the industry, he was able to maintain a certain anonymity and that was a serious benefit to being on the other side of the camera. “Come on, where am I taking you?”

You didn’t think it was possible but somehow your grin gets bigger.

—

In record time, you’re idling outside the Carlyle, the only hotel you’re willing to stay at in the city, a few slices of dollar pizza Jonathan had insisted on paying for on your lap. You’re quiet, so is he. But you’re not sitting in silence, Man In the Box plays on the radio. You picked it out.

As soon as you’d gotten settled in the passenger seat, you started rummaging through his CDs. Turns out, you had very different taste in music, not a surprise, and that was the only band you recognized. Your latest douchebag you’d dated for a couple weeks had been a big fan and dragged you to a show.

“So…” The word comes out in a single breath as you grip the handle but don’t open the door. “Do you wanna come up with me?”

He takes so long to answer you think he’s going to say no but, much to your surprise, he says, “Yeah, sure.”

One quiet elevator ride later, you’re opening the door, kicking your shoes off, and tossing your purse and room key on the bed. You plop down on the sofa and motion him forwards. “Come on,” you hold up a piece of pizza in each hand, “let’s eat.”

He ends up on the opposite side of the couch, pressed as tightly to the armrest as he could be while you take up the rest of the space, legs stretched out and toes tucked under his hip.

You take your first bite and hum in pleasure, eyes closing. “This was a really good choice.”

“I practically lived off this shit when I first moved here,” Jonathan admits. “I know all the best cheap spots.”

“How did you even end up in New York?” The question falls out before you can even think about it. You don’t want to come off as nosey, but you’re curious. “Aren’t you from, uh, Illinois?”

“Indiana,” he corrects. “Hawkins, Indiana.” You blink, you’ve never heard of the place. “It’s a tiny, tiny town a couple hours outside of Indianapolis.”

You nod as if that clears everything up. “Big difference compared to here.”

“Huge,” he agrees, wiping the corner of his lip with a napkin. He misses a spot, you don’t mention it. “Always wanted to go to NYU, though. So I think I was prepared for it in a way.”

“NYU,” you repeat. “Good school. I’m guessing that’s where you majored in photography?”

“Yup.”

“How’d that translate to you getting involved in fashion? Doesn’t seem like your scene.”

“You got that right,” Jonathan laughs. Not your first time hearing it that night but you decide in that moment you really like the sound of it. “I honestly kinda stumbled into it by accident. A friend of a friend needed a photographer for a show and she sweet-talked me enough that I couldn’t say no.

“Then I guess I liked it enough that I never stopped.” Younger him would be shocked. He always pictured himself photographing world events or foreign conflicts. “Not as cool of a story as yours, though. Didn’t Vogue say you were discovered in Paris?”

He says it like it’s no big deal but you’re honored that, not only had he read something about you, he even remembered. “Yeah, I was on vacation with a friend. We went out one night, ran into the right person, and here we are.”

“So you just went out to grab a drink and someone decided you should be on magazines?” He shrugs. “Makes sense. So you were on a trip to Paris but you’re from…”

“Here, actually. Born and raised on the Upper East Side.”

Jonathan can’t help himself. When you admit you’re a born and bred New Yorker, he looks around, wondering why you’re here in a nice, yes, but impersonal hotel room. He doesn’t ask about it, though. Instead, he settles for a diplomatic, “Must be nice to be able to come back so often.”

“I guess.” You’re non-committal because, while you love New York, there’s no real sentimental value to it. You’re not close with your family and you always avoid the Brownstone you grew up in. “It’s nice to visit some of the old haunts, for sure.”

From there, with the basics out of the way, the two of you settle into an informal game of 20 questions. You find out he has a young brother, his favorite color is green and he really likes the Friday The 13th franchise.

You talk about your love for travel, how buying beachfront is the best decision you ever made, and your almost excessive collection of glass dolphin figurines.

You trade facts, both important and seemingly insignificant until it’s the wee hours in the morning and you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.

—

When you wake up, still on the couch, a blanket has been draped over you, the sun is shining through the open curtains and you’re alone. It doesn’t surprise you, there was no need for Jonathan to stay, but you still find yourself disappointed as you swing your feet to the ground and sit up.

You’re mid-stretch, arms raised to the ceiling when you heard the door open. You jump, contorting your body so you’re both cowering behind the back of the sofa and peeking over it.

No masked intruder appears. it’s only nice, totally not scary Jonathan with your room key in one hand and a greasy paper bag in the other.

He seems amused by your reaction but still manages to let out a barely believable “sorry” as he walks towards you, handing off both items.

“Didn’t think you’d be up yet,” he admits, fighting a smile. “I’ve got an early morning shoot so I need to head out. I figured I’d drop by the bodega and grab breakfast before I do.”

You didn’t even notice you were hungry until you realize what you were holding—a delicious, totally bad-for-you bacon egg and cheese. You can’t remember the last time you had a BEC, too much fat and carbs and far too naughty, but you’ll enjoy every second you spend devouring it.

Your finger pokes at a spot where the grease made the paper especially thin, and you grin. “You’re a bad influence, Jonathan.”

“Jon.” The correction is a knee-jerk reaction, one even he hadn’t been expecting. The list of people who call him that is very small and you apparently just got added to it.

“Well, Jon,” you put emphasis on the second word, “thank you. For breakfast and last night. I had fun.”

“Me too.”

A silence falls over the two of you, neither speaking until Jonathan clears his throat and motions towards the door, “Well, I should…”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. See you around?”

“Definitely.”

—

all of you, all of me intertwined.

The next time you see Jonathan it’s in Paris for Fashion Week.

“I can’t believe they brought you all the way out here for runway work.” You associate him with editorials, high fashion magazines, and designer campaigns.

He waves that off. “Karl’s always been so good to me. If he calls, I answer.”

“So you’re just doing the Chanel show today?”

“Mhm,” he confirms, nonchalant.

You’re a bit busier, having to walk for Givenchy, Dior, and Jean Paul Gaultier. For models, being a bigger name was both a blessing and a curse: more shows, more publicity, more money. But a busier schedule also meant more pressure and less free time.

“It’s gonna be a while, but do you wanna grab dinner or something later?” You weren’t one to beat around the bush. It’d been a while and the two of you ending up in the same city in another country felt a little bit like fate.

“Don’t they have parties after these things?” He knows they do, he just can’t believe you’d willingly miss out on one.

“Yeah, why? You going?”

That gets a chuckle out of him. “Fuck no. I guess I figured you would be, though.”

You shrug. “I think I can miss one. So… dinner?”

“It’s a date.”

He says it so casually like it’s nothing, but the implication weighs heavily on you. Through hair and make-up, last-minute fittings, and the actual shows, that’s all you can think about.

—

You decide on a little café near your hotel. It’s not the height of cuisine, especially not in a city like Paris, but Jonathan certainly wasn’t going to complain and it’s easy for you.

It had been a long day and you were feeling the effects. You rarely did a show without a little help, let alone three. But you hadn’t forgotten the first time you met Jonathan.

Next time, show up sober.

Sober was an interesting concept, something you didn’t find yourself being often. Sometimes it was a more hedonistic desire—to indulge, to have a little fun. Others it was purely professional, a little bump here and there to give you some energy, to give you an edge. It was a routine—definitely not an addiction, as you always insisted—that you’d been so quick to disrupt because… well, you weren’t entirely sure why.

You were drawn to Jonathan. In an industry full of fake and phony, he was real, refreshing. Maybe—just maybe—that made you wanna do better. At least, you know, when he was around.

You lounged in the dark, iron seat, picking at your croissant between breaks in conversation. A full meal seemed like too much so you both decided on pastries and fancy little drinks.

“I saw your last show. You did great.”

You look up, surprised. “Seriously?”

“How did those giant ass hats not mess up your balance?”

“What?” You guffaw, hand flying to your mouth in hopes of quieting the noise. Givenchy’s show had a few fanciful accessories, but none that obstructed day-to-day movement. “They’re just straw, Jon.”

“Oh. Well, they were still kinda silly.” He leaves forward conspiratorially, voice quiet, a brow quirked. “I don’t think I understand fashion.”

You beam back at him, “I promise your secret is safe with me.”

“You looked beautiful, though. Even with the hats.”

You preen at the praise, practically glowing. But you play it off, tone almost teasing as you say, “Alright, you sweet talker.” You still want to seem cool and collected.

Jonathan picks up his cup and takes a sip. Left behind is a little whip cream mustache.

“Oh, you got a little—“ You point to your mouth, watching as he gets the message, hand dropping to the table to grab a napkin.

He doesn’t get the chance to make another move before you’re leaning over the table, thumb swiping over the smooth skin. You’re the closest you’ve ever been to him. You can feel his breath, see the way his brow furrows, the way his eyelashes kiss his cheeks when he blinks.

Head fuzzy, abandoning any restraint, you cut the little bit of space left and press your lips to his. You’re in public so it’s not as wild and passionate as maybe you would expect—or hope. But it is nice, soft. He tastes like mocha and Chapstick and it feels right.

You don’t want it to stop but he pulls away far too soon for your tastes. He’s quiet and you’re worried you crossed a line, maybe read some signals wrong. But then he’s smiling, resting his forehead against yours. “Where are you staying? Are you closer?”

—

The walk to your hotel is brisk and fun. You’re holding hands, bumping shoulders, giggling. You feel like a teenager again. If that was innocent, sweet, the ride in the elevator is anything but. You get in more messy kisses and heavy petting than you thought possible in a brief lift ride.

Even then, you’re both holding onto the little bit of self-control you have left until you’re in the safety of the hotel room. The door shuts and a switch flips, Jonathan spins you around so your back is pressed against it. His hands grip your hips, yours rest on his chest.

He’s always gentle, and deliberate in his actions, but now he’s running on instinct, primal need. His hands move to your chest, fingers sliding into the gaps of your blouse. There are too many buttons for him to mess with so he pulls them apart, sending them flying to the floor. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips—you’re not wearing a bra.

You pull away, gasping. “Jon, I liked that shirt. It was Chanel.”

He’s in no way apologetic when he says, “I’ll get you another one. I know a guy.”

He means it too. But exploring the newly exposed flesh is far more interesting to him than discussing clothing. Pushing the now torn fabric off your shoulders and tossing it to the ground, his mouth attacks your neck, sucking on a sweet spot.

You moan, fingers digging into shoulders, back arching, and god, he would do anything to hear that noise again. Only once he’s sure he has paid enough attention to that side, he switches, still being mindful of your work, careful not to leave any marks.

Your grip moves from his shoulders to the hem of his shirt, tugging on the fabric. “Wanna see you.”

How could he deny you of that? He breaks contact just long enough to rid himself of the garment before he’s back on you, lips moving from your neck to your chest.

You marvel at the smooth skin that’s been unveiled, surprised by the hard muscle beneath your touch. His definition is a sneaky one, he’s lean, almost kind of soft looking, but built. He’s beautiful.

Jonathan’s mouth is occupied, tongue flicking against one hard nipple has his hands travel lower. With the ease of experience, he pops the button of your jeans and slips a finger past the band of your panties, swiping it against your folds.

“You’re soaked, baby. Soaked.”

You practically whimper at the words, rutting your hips, desperate for some friction. “More, please.”

“I hear you, baby, I hear you.”

He has all sorts of ideas in mind but they require there to be far less clothing involved.

Jonathan pulls his hand back, grabbing ahold of your pants and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. He helps you step out of them, his hand finding the small of your back to urge you forward. “Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

The rest of his clothing joins you on the floor—in his haste to get to you, his foot catches in his slacks and sends him stumbling, he prays to a God he doesn’t believe in that you don’t notice—and by that point, you are sprawled across the bed, chest heaving. You’re desperate for him and he has to take a moment to just marvel at you. “You are…” every word in existence flies through his head—breathing, stunning, exquisite—all are fitting but he settles on “incredible.”

“Just c’mere.” With more skin exposed, you’re even more eager, hands reaching out towards him. He’s not just beautiful, you’re able to confirm, that he’s beautiful from head to toe.

He indulges your desire, crawling into bed, hovering above you, his hands coming up to rest on either side of your head as he dipped low, mouth finding yours. This kiss was different than the others. Sloppy, but with the knowledge that you didn’t have to rush, that you both could take your time and enjoy each other. Caged beneath him, you think you can get used to this.

Almost reluctantly, he pulls away, his lips leaving a trail down your neck, your sternum, wet kisses being left on your stomach. The lower he gets, the more time he takes until he’s right above your pussy. On instinct, your legs spread and he settles in-between them.

“This okay?” He asks.

Eyes squeezed shut, you’re beyond words so you nod. He nips at your thigh, not hard but enough bite behind it to get your attention.

“Gotta be sure you want this, sweetheart. I really need you to use your words, okay?”

You let out a huff of air, body on fire. “Yes, yes, it’s okay. More than okay. Want you.”

Satisfied, he lowers himself back down, but your hands stop him before his mouth can make content. “No, no, I want to feel you.”

He’s surprised and, wanting a taste, a little disappointed. Jonathan sits back, looking at you. “You sure?” His gaze moves to his crumpled pair of pants where his wallet sat. “I didn’t bring anything.” He sure as fuck did not expect the night to go this way.

“I’m on the pill, it’s fine.” You prop yourself up on your elbows. “Just need you inside me.”

Well, fuck. Who could say no to that? He dips two fingers in your wetness, and curls them inside you, just teasing at this point, before wrapping the digits around his length and pumping it a few times. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in, inch by inch.

His hands fall to your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. “How you feeling, baby?”

“Good,” you assure him, “need more.”

At your assurance, he starts thrusting, not too hard, but steady. He looks down watching himself go in and out of you, still amazed he ended up in your bed.

You moan and tremble underneath him, enough to spur him to go a little harder, a little faster. Your whines and his breathy groans mix in the air. It’s a nice sound.

Keeping up with the pace he set, he leans forward, bracing himself on his forearms so he can capture your lips in a bruising kiss. You’re sweaty, out of breath and Jonathan is sure he’d never seen you look better—not even on the cover of magazines.

He dips to nibble at the flesh of your neck, across your collarbone. You arch off the bed, almost embarrassed by how quickly you came undone and you can feel that familiar tightness in your belly.

“I’m close,” your voice is husky, barely above a whisper.

That’s all he needs to hear. He balances him on one arm, the other sliding in between your two bodies, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, tight circles.

Your arms fly up, wrapping around his shoulders, manicured nails digging into the flesh there.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he encourages, continuing to pump into you. “Let go, need to see you cum for me.”

His words alone are enough to send you over the edge but coming with his strong, steady strokes and his thumb on your clit, it’s almost too much. Your thighs clench, your toes curl and you come completely undone.

He’s not long behind you. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” your quick to answer, still coming down. “I want you to come cum inside me.”

He groans, taking one deep thrust and he’s done, officially too far gone, spilling his seed. Jonathan pumps into you, slow, milking the rest out of him before he comes to a stop, staying perfectly still for a few moments before pulling out.

He collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath.

You’re tired, legs still quivering and you’re totally on cloud nine. “Can’t believe that just happened.”

“I’ve been thinking about it since I met you,” he admits. “Next time—“

If possible, the words perk you up even more. Gone is any desire to seem cool, unbothered. You twist around to get a good look at him. “There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Jonathan pauses, bravado slipping a bit. “If, you know, you want to.”

You shift a bit, pressing a kiss to the part of his body closest to you—his bicep. “I definitely want to.”

—

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For Heart and Self

Fun fact: You gotta be 20 to go to one of those love hotels.

That aside, I was having a hell of a rough time and decided to write some gush in the middle of the rougher things I've had in the works. Just two girls with a bit of mess head going on a date and expressing vulnerability to one another. Summary: Often, Sayaka had seen Kyoko as an adversary, a foe that stood against what it meant to be a magical girl in her ideal world, but with her ideals shattered and her world changing for the better bit by bit, she comes to see Kyoko as something else entirely. Perhaps tonight for her own sake she can just enjoy life without thinking about her body, about her soul. All she needs is for Kyoko to say yes, and the night will be hers to enjoy. 18+ only

Lights twisted in the gloom of the evening escaping from the confines of lanterns hanging from metal poles jutting out of sidewalks, and off of buildings reaching toward the sky. Concrete and brick structures in muted colors under the deep of the night huddled together as if seeking warmth from the Winter chill gathering in the air. A tower stood above most of the other buildings where a few rails had been put in place along with a walkway mostly for maintenance and cleaning, but a lone individual stood atop the metal rails smiling up at the clouded sky. Short turquoise hair hung just above her shoulders, pale marine eyes watching the night while she balanced against the gentle Winter breeze without fear. Both of her hands were pushed into coat pockets, a scarf of lilac around her neck. Sayaka had come out here to get some fresh air, to breathe in the sights of the city at night, and it wasn’t only because she couldn’t sleep. There was always something to think about, something to stress over ever since she had become a magical girl, but she had learned to mostly cope with that. No, the main reason she was out here was to meet with someone very dear to her heart. A sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth as she wondered if the person she was meeting thought of her the same way. The question would have once torn her to pieces, but now instead the thought was just another bump in life, something else to consider while moving forward for herself and herself alone. She still needed a lot of practice on that, and tonight would be good for that if it went the right way. Whether good or bad, Sayaka would keep moving on. Never hoping, but existing all the same.

“Hey…Couldn’t you have picked a better spot to meet?” A voice said from behind with a frown colored into the tone.

Sayaka smiled wide and brought her arms out without fear to the sides as if to embrace the infinite, “I’d say this is the perfect place for two oddballs like ourselves to meet.” She then said a bit quieter, “No one to bother us, and all the time in the world.”

She heard a drawn-out sigh behind her, steps on metal approaching the rails as her companion spoke, “Can you at least get down?”

So much for gravitas. With a chuckle, she bounced back and off the rail, landing with a solid clank as she grasped the metal with her hands and looked toward the side at her friend, “Only if you share what you’re eating, Kyoko.”

Kyoko. Another magical girl, and a friend. She had red hair tied back in a long messy tail, and wore a coat of soft blue buttoned down the center. Darkened ruby eyes watched her with spots of what she assumed could only be irritation underlined by a small frown. In one arm she held a brown paper bag, and in her other hand, she held a rounded piece of bread. Always eating, always so carefree, or so she seemed. Sayaka had no way to know what Kyoko was really thinking, but she always appreciated having her around even if it seemed like Sayaka pushed her luck sometimes lately. It was just fun to annoy Kyoko, fun to see what type of mischief she could get into. At one point, she had considered Kyoko a villain and a scoundrel, someone who should never have been a magical girl in the first place, but her ideals had needed to adjust to reality, and her heart had come to different conclusions about Kyoko as well.

The brown bag was offered to her, a small smile tugging at the corner of Kyoko’s mouth while she hummed, “Okay, as long as you didn’t drag me out here to say something to bring my mood down.” As Sayaka took a bun bag, Kyoko made an exaggerated sigh that flowed along with the Winter Breeze, “Course, I’m guessing it has to be something important because you couldn’t just tell me over a text or a simple phone call.”

Sayaka looked out toward the sky while smiling, her mouth taking a deep bite from the bun to rip fiber and filling apart. Sweet red bean paste and chocolate. Not bad. She chewed and swallowed, taking her time while letting the air chill between them. One of her eyes peered over at Kyoko, watching and waiting until the small smile returned to a frown. Eyes were narrowed toward her like little daggers, the question about to come up again as to why she had been dragged out here.

As the question was about to slip from Kyoko’s lips, she turned around and leaned against the rail while answering, and interrupting, “I called you out on this date to ask you a question.”

Kyoko placed her cheek on the rail and stared at her with what she could only call a loving glare, “A date? A question? Have you gone crazy again?”

Sayaka brought her head back just enough that she could see the clouds while chuckling, “Hm, maybe? I just wanted to see if you’d be willing to take our relationship to the next level.”

While she paused for dramatic effect, Kyoko sniffed, “You know I said that I wasn’t interested in dating you, so what gives?”

She turned and crossed her arms atop of the rail, her chin atop them while she grinned and looked toward Kyoko, “What gives? Well, if I gave up after you turned me down once then that’d just be sad. It isn’t as if I’m pining for you. Even if you started going out with someone else I think I’d still ask now and then.”

The glare faded as Kyoko snorted and stuffed her bread into her mouth. Through a mouthful of food, she grumbled something to the effect of, “Good to know you’re so determined to be a pain in my neck. So, are you just into being rejected or something?”

Sayaka hummed and brought a hand out to rest her cheek into, “Guess it keeps me going? It isn’t as if I don’t love the guy that I made my wish for, but it isn’t real and never was real.” Her grin then turned to a small smile while her eyes became half-lidded moons, “See, whenever I ask you I can expect a real answer, and at the same time, I can be real too. If you said yes I’d be happy, and when you say no I’ll still be happy to be your friend, but I can think about next time. I’m in no rush, and I’m not desperate about it.” When Kyoko was about to swallow what was in her mouth, she added plainly, “So how about we get married?”

Kyoko, to her credit, didn’t spit out what she had been swallowing. She instead choked on it with her mouth closed and slapped her own chest, leaning over the rails before pulling back to swallow hard and rasp out, “What!? I told you that I wouldn’t go on a date with you, so then you ask me to marry you? You must have really lost it.” Once she had cleared her through, she let one arm hang over the rail loosely as she gave Sayaka a tilted look equal parts entertained and annoyed, “I mean, c’mon, where’s the ring?”

She couldn’t help but grin as she replied, “Figured you’d reject me outright so I didn’t even think about it, but if you want to go ring shopping we can.”

Despite herself, Kyoko’s cheeks gained a small kiss of pink as she looked away and spat, “In your dreams.”

Sayaka hummed, “Then how about an entertainment district? Clothes shopping, bakeries, maybe a little cafe we can stop by. Might be fun right?”

“So.” Sighed her companion while looking toward her, “You open with something big like marriage knowing that I’ll say no, then you bribe me with clothes and food, your treat?”

Instead of trying to pretend it was anything but that, Sayaka snickered, “Did it work?”

They stared at one another for about half a minute before Kyoko shrugged, “Kind of. It’ll just be us hanging out. Nothing romantic about it, so I guess I don't see the problem.”

“Hmmm, doesn’t have to be romantic to be a date, I guess, but if that’s the way you want it then we can skip the love hotel at the end.” Said Sayaka while rubbing her chin.

Kyoko's face burned a shade pinker as she slapped the rail and stood up straight, “Even mention it and I’ll walk away!”

Sayaka simply smiled, “Yup, how else can you walk into the love hotel if you don’t walk away from where we are?”

They shared a stare, Sayaka winking before Kyoko snorted, a small grin coming from her expression as she hung on the rail, “Okay, whatever. You got me. I’ll go on your stupid date if it’ll get you to stop bugging me. Free food, get to check out cute clothes, so I should be happy, right? Besides, I’m just happy to see you aren’t moping around.”

She shrugged before getting up onto the rails to look up at the sky, “I don’t see why I should have to mope anymore. The way I was before just wasn’t healthy, and I still don’t really know what is healthy for me, but here I am and I might as well make the best of it.” She then looked toward Kyoko and held out her hand, “So, let’s seal it with a kiss?”

Kyoko swatted her hand while shaking her head, “Be good and you might get a hug.”

A chuckle escaped her as she touched her heart, “Ah, you’ve really hurt me there. Well, I’ll just have to be on my best behavior to hope I can get more. Anyway, meet you at the bottom.”

“Meet me at the bottom?” Asked Kyoko with a quirked brow before she gasped, “Hold on!”

Too late. Sayaka fell backward through the sky and the air rushed along through her clothes like ice. In truth, magical girls’ bodies were simply vessels devoid of souls. The gem sparkling on her ring was a testament to that very fact. She could deaden her nerves, make herself feel nothing at all, but at this moment she wanted to feel the chill of the wind whipping at her body. Kyoko had leaped after her with a rather determined look on her face, and something like anger sparking through the Winter’s cold. All she did was smile as the world slowed for a second, as she called the magic deep inside of her to flourish and rise. A circle of light appeared beneath her and she fell through the light. Flowing from her back came a cloak of white, a blouse covering her body of the same color touched by blue around the chest. A skirt of navy whipped in the wind around her waist as she flipped in the air and landed on the hilt of a sword that appeared beneath her. She kicked off of it and met Kyoko catching her with one arm under the legs and another around the back.

Their eyes met and Kyoko’s expression was a mix of many. Cheeks red. Eyes narrowed and shaking. Lips trembling into a hard line. Kyoko snatched the bread from her hand and muttered, “Think this is romantic or something?”

Sayaka hummed, “Dunno, I’m not allowed to do that, but if it were I’d probably lean in for a kiss.”

Kyoko sniffed, “Try it.”

And so she did expecting Kyoko’s next move. She felt the bun touch her lips, and she ate the rest of it happily enough even though it was a mouthful, and it wasn’t a kiss, but something else happened she hadn’t expected. Kyoko took her cheeks in hand and looked at her while she chewed, not exactly looking her most graceful at the moment. Kyoko leaned in slowly and kissed the side of her mouth where a stray bit of chocolate stuck.

She then looked away and closed her eyes while huffing, “Don’t scare me like that.”

Sayaka felt her cheeks warm against the cold of the air brushing past her as she floated down toward the ground. She found herself thankful for these sensations as answered quietly, “Okay.”

And that was that. They landed behind the tower in an alley where hopefully no one had seen them and Sayaka returned to her typical outfit. She brushed dust off of the white coat and drew her scarf in just a bit, and looked toward Kyoko who was pretending that it was such a big deal that they had done that. Maybe it was important to fuss about it, otherwise, they would forget how to feel human again. That being said, Sayaka didn’t exactly think her way was wrong really. She made light of it, and she actively enjoyed being able to do such things. Even more since it had included holding someone she cared about in her arms. Sayaka hadn’t entirely abandoned the thought of being human, but she knew that she was something more and wouldn’t deny that, nor would she bemoan it either.

As she touched the side of her mouth that still prickled with delight, she blinked as Kyoko bumped her hip against her own, “So, where to?”

Sayaka offered her arm and much to her joyful surprise, Kyoko took it as she explained, “We’ll head down the streets. Neither of us are from here but I’ve been told this is a prime spot for couples.”

A prime spot for couples was right. There were people of all sorts and ages holding hands, arm in arm, or just shoulder to shoulder in quiet and embarrassing ways. Sayaka tried not to snicker at the fact that there were a sizable number of those people heading toward the hotels with bright pink signs, but Kyoko of course couldn’t help herself and had to point it out while accusing her of foul play. That being said, it wasn’t all love hotels and gushy couples out in public. The sidewalks were littered by lanterns and arches that connected on either side lighting the way toward storefronts that held their own special glows. Stores with jewels that reminded her of the luster of the purest soul gem, eateries that somehow leaked scents of savory meats and grills burning with wood, and bakeries with cinnamon and various sweetened spices pouring out over the streets. Kyoko naturally gravitated toward anywhere where food could be sold and Sayaka was more than glad to let her lead the way. Did they even need to eat?

Did they even need to eat? A small smile touched her face as lines formed under her eyes, the question continuing to echo in her mind. In truth, they probably didn’t. It was only in their minds what they did and didn’t need. Food was just something to taste, and if any magical girl didn’t want to taste something then they simply didn’t need to do that. There wasn’t a need to breathe, wasn’t a need to feel or even to experience anything at all because they were empty vessels, robots, zombies. She had already pushed aside these thoughts long ago, but even then there were still remnants of these melancholy thoughts still toying inside of her even when she was feeling at her best. There really was no running away from the self, was there?

Kyoko broke Sayaka out of her thoughts with a sudden pinch to the cheek. She blinked and touched her cheek slowly while looking toward her date for the evening who was all pouts and huffs, “Did you hear me or have you just been spacing out this entire time?” When she just slowly tilted her head Kyoko tugged her arm hard in a direction and pointed, “That place has some good sales on clothes. We can probably find something that looks good. Come on, come on. Keep spacing out like this and I won’t let you see me try out clothes.”

Sayaka’s cheeks began to burn bright as she opened her mouth to answer, but had little time to do so as she was yanked through the crowds by her fiery companion. What she had expected was a blushing experience held behind the curtain of a changing room and that’s why she had reacted so strongly. The reality was that she found herself sitting outside of a changing room on a bench of some sort with a mirror most likely used for trying on shoes. Sayaka looked around at the stark white walls of the store, the bright lights warming her enough that she wanted to take off her coat, but figured why bother since they’d be out in the cold soon enough. There were people buzzing around nearby and she watched them with her cheek in hand trying not to think about anything related to her job as a magical girl. No sense in it. Her stupid flustered thoughts had beaten out her depressed downers and now she was at a neutral point. Sayaka would always be followed by those thoughts that seemed to cling to her mind and drag her down, especially since she knew what her eventual fate would be as a magical girl, but right now she was supposed to be having fun on a date. Was she having fun? With a small smile she peered over at the curtain just as Kyoko burst through wearing something cute. Yes. Yes, she was having fun.

Among the walls of coats, Kyoko had found one colored by deep olive with black fluff around the neck. She had left it open showing a short tank top she had picked out along with it and shorts that seemed completely out of season but looked fantastic on her. Sayaka clapped quietly while trying to figure out what to actually say to that grinning face. She had plenty of things to say, but she wasn’t sure what would be the most appropriate so all she could do was sit there smiling like a fool while clapping.

Kyoko placed a hand on her hips and tilted her head, “Is that it? C’mon, you gotta have something more to say than that?”

Sayaka leaned back while bringing her hands together at her chest, “Well.” She began with stretched-out l’s, “I mean, since we aren’t really on a romantic date I figured I should hold back a bit.”

Both hands were on Kyoko’s hips now as she leaned forward and huffed before her expression slowly turned into a sharp smirk hanging under half-lidded eyes, “Oh? That means you have something spicy to say? Huh, well, out with it! No good holding it back. You might as well enjoy since I’m letting you go wild.”

Her cheeks turned a touch of pink as she couldn’t help but chuckle, fingers looping together as she hummed, “All right. I think that I’d like to peel back the coat you’re wearing and tell you you’re beautiful. The shorts really bring out how strong your legs look, with something surprisingly soft about your thighs.”

Kyoko straightened up slowly while crossing her arms, small frown replacing the smirk as she sniffed, “Guess you really don’t have any shame, do you?”

Sayaka’s cheeks brightened as she pushed a hand outward, “Ah, hold on! You told me to—”

She winced as Kyoko clapped her hand hard enough to make it sting before pulling her up to push her into the changing room, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Now try out what I put in there for you.”

When Kyoko withdrew her head she looked around at the square room before sitting on the wooden bench while touching her head. She really thought that she had screwed up with Kyoko. Even still, she found herself smiling. Kyoko flustering and confusing her was how it all started, and she no longer found it frustrating, but instead found it just a little bit annoying that she still couldn’t keep up sometimes. Standing up she sighed and looked toward a pile of clothes before tilting her head. Kyoko had been shopping for her, huh? This would be interesting.

Once she had drawn out the courage to do so, she stepped outside with her arms held out, “You know, I don’t know if this is really my style, but I kind of like it.”

Kyoko’s reaction was anything but reserved. Her mouth had opened wide, her hands clapped together loud enough that the people nearby recoiled while staring at her. Sayaka gave a wry smile while standing still like a good model. A long-sleeved shirt that hung over the shoulders adorned her body with a gradient of deep blue falling to near white at the hem. Leggings of that same dark navy rose into tight denim shorts that seemed more like Kyoko’s thing.

“You look perfect! We’ve got to get you this! Your little friends will freak out after seeing you like this.” Bubbled Kyoko.

Sayaka looked down at herself with her arms still held outward and she smiled, “You really think so?”

Kyoko was suddenly at her side with an elbow pressed to her side while grinning, “You’re even hot enough to take me out to dinner.”

She placed a hand at her mouth and thought about laughing aloud, but instead, she let it out as a sputter to keep herself from public embarrassment, “Okay, fine. I’ll buy it and wear it out.”

“Okay, but what about the other thing?” Kyoko asked with a hum.

Sayaka rubbed the back of her head and cleared her throat, “What do you mean?”

Kyoko grinned and prodded a finger in the air, “Y’know what. I thought you’d look cute in something black and blue underneath all that.”

She sighed and shook her head, “If you want I can show you, but yes, I tried it on and it’s real cute.”

“Show me.” Said Kyoko with her hands held behind her back.

Her cheeks warmed further as she stared at Kyoko’s grinning gaze, “Huh? Isn’t that the kind of thing you save for—”

A finger pressed against her chest pushing her back into the changing room poke by poke, Kyoko with only her head leaning through as she snickered, “C’mon, pull them down a little. At least let me see a bit!”

Rolling her eyes and feeling backed into a literal corner, she hooked her thumbs through her shorts and brought them down enough to show the thin velvet material that Kyoko had picked out for her. It hugged around her waist and between her legs in deep blacks outlined by blue, and she squeaked as Kyoko grabbed onto the waist.

“Wow! It looks better than I thought with your eyes!” Kyoko said with a grin.

Sayaka huffed, “I thought you said we weren’t going to do anything intimate during this date?”

Kyoko made her squeak against her hip was swatted hard enough to leave a mark if it weren’t for the underwear, “Consider this payback for freaking me out by jumping off the tower. Now c’mon!”

Again she found her arm being tugged along while she struggled to her shorts back on. When the flustering heat inside of her head had faded enough, she found herself chuckling at the fact that Kyoko had been so against having a date, and yet, she was acting like this. She always burst at the seams with life, whether taking it all in stride or enjoying it to the fullest. Sayaka wondered if she could ever pull off something like that with the same kind of fervor. She paid for their clothes and they both stepped out into the evening, Sayaka wearing what had been picked out for her and Kyoko wearing the olive coat with bags carrying their extra clothes. Next stop was an eatery, and Kyoko had decided to go with a sushi bar, but she stopped just outside of it while frowning.

“Something wrong with this place?” Sayaka asked while looking up at the wooden sign hanging over the door.

Kyoko hummed, “Not really, but I do feel kind of bad that you’re treating me for all this.”

Sayaka shrugged, “I’ve been saving a lot for a night like this, and well, I had some help. We’ll be fine as long as you aren’t expecting an actual wedding band right now. That’ll come later.”

She watched as Kyoko turned from her quickly, but she swore she saw something like red coloring her cheeks as she huffed, “I guess I’ll hold you to that if you’re gonna keep mentioning it. Might as well have something to remember you by.”

Before she could broach the topic, Kyoko stepped inside leaving her wondering what had been meant by those words. With a sigh, she touched her head and shook it. Nope. No sense in thinking about it too much. All it would do is give her a headache, and so she stepped inside of the sushi bar preparing to pay quite a bit to have a good meal with her rather confusing and flustering date. The bar inside was colored in black with red outlines. The floorboards were a deep mahogany and the bartop seemed more like maple. A glass display sat behind the bar colored by various cuts of fish and offerings that already had her stomach rumbling. There were a few booths with red cushions but they both took a stool at the bartop while Kyoko explained that there shouldn’t be a problem with them sitting there so long as they were just ordering sushi. As it turned out, there was a problem with it.

An old grizzled man sat behind the bar with white sleeves rolled up and eyes narrowed matching Kyoko’s gaze as she leaned in. The old sushi chef grunted, “These seats are for respectable adults, not brats.”

“Well these brats are paying customers, and I personally know the value of a good meal so I’d like to stare the guy in the eye who’s making it.” Countered Kyoko.

Sayaka wished she could make such a scene without feeling embarrassed. Right now, she could feel that embarrassment wrestling with awe as Kyoko maintained that ironclad stare with the old man before he slapped the counter hard enough to make them both jump as he laughed, “Fine! You’ll be my responsibility for the night then, and if you can’t actually pay I’ll have your hands.”

He probably meant working dishes, but Kyoko crossed her arms and sat back in her stool with a clatter, “Fine, contract accepted old man.”

“Old man?” Grumbled the chef, “A respect for food but none for elders. Brats.”

She inclined her head in a quick apology, but soon enough had other things to concern herself with as they were allowed to order their fill. Sashimi first with cuts of eel and bright red salmon. Nigiri came next with pink tuna layered over rice. Each was prepared and set carefully with a trail of soy sauce underneath adding to the flavor in a small way. The old man simply watched them eat, and in particular, he was staring at Kyoko’s smiling, self-satisfied face, kind of like a cat getting away with something it shouldn’t. Kyoko snatched pieces with her chopsticks and stuffed them into her mouth in one go, grinning after swallowing. She was enjoying herself to the fullest and Sayaka couldn’t help but notice that the chef was smiling. As the meal moved onto the specialty rolls of the eatery, the old man set them down piece by piece wrapped in seaweed with a thin layer of rice that she could see, and something that looked breaded within.

“If you can appreciate this food, then I hope you can appreciate a bit of spice.” Rumbled the old chef as he set the final roll.

Kyoko pinched one with her chopsticks with a smirk, chin tilted upward as she boasted, “Can’t be anything too bad. I’ll be asking you for wasabi by the end of this.”

The old man opened his mouth to say something, but Kyoko already ate all of hers in one go. Sayaka leaned down and took a small sniff, and found her nostrils burning from a scent kind of like vinegar and peppers. A kimchi spicy roll? She looked to Kyoko whose cheeks were red and beaded with sweat. Instead of saying anything, instead of coughing or complaining, Kyoko simply gave a thumbs up much to the old man’s laughter. They both ate each roll despite the burning, Sayaka giving her last one to Kyoko afterward. It would have gone perfect with sake or something to numb the spice, but instead, they were given water and she felt that they were being pranked, or tested.

After a cup full of water, Kyoko breathed out, “That was good! Spicy, but tasty. I like the things you make old man. I mean, hey, maybe you didn’t come up with the roll but you put it together so that deserves something.”

“All house specialties are my works of art, brat, and I’m glad you liked it.” Came the old man’s response as he slid forward a sheet of paper.

Sayaka got out her wallet from the pocket on her shorts as she prepared herself for the steep price. When she saw the number on the paper, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, “Isn’t this just a bit…”

Kyoko took the paper and blinked, “Hey, old man. Did you forget a few numbers here?”

The old chef shrugged, “It’s rare I see someone enjoy my food so thoroughly, and rare I get to argue with a brat. Reminds me of my kid that flew the coop.” He then sighed, sounding at least double his age as he added, “Never even said goodbye.”

Slowly, Sayaka set down what had been written down on the paper as Kyoko hopped off the bar stool and spat, “What a load of nonsense. An old man getting sentimental over arguments and food. You can waste your talents if you want, but I’ll be sure to come back around just to tell you how dumb that is.”

As Kyoko rushed out of the store, Sayaka turned to the old chef to apologize but he was smiling, “Hah, what a firecracker. You’ll have your hands full tonight if you’re taking someone like that around. It’s nostalgic.” As he took their platters, he looked toward her and nodded, “Go on before she up and disappears.”

Sayaka put her wallet away and got off the stool to bow with her hands held together before she grabbed their bags and stepped out into the cold again. She peered around and grew concerned for a second before she found Kyoko lounging against the wall near the entrance with her back and one foot against it. Her eyes were looking up and seemed so far away. Sayaka opened her mouth searching for the words wondering if she even had any words for what Kyoko was feeling. She didn’t understand fully, but an old man like that had compared her to a daughter that had never said goodbye. It must have hurt, it must have felt like something, but all she could think about saying were quiet platitudes.

“Say.” Kyoko’s voice appeared breaking her out of her stupor, “Think we can come back around here sometime?”

Her response came quietly, “Sure. Date or not, I don’t see why not.”

Kyoko kicked off of the wall and gave her shoulder a gentle pat before smiling, “You should have seen the look on your face when you ate that first roll.”

Sayaka blinked, “Huh?”

“Your face!” Kyoko exclaimed, “You tried to hide it by putting your head to the bar but you looked like someone punched you in the gut!”

She sighed and found herself smiling just a bit, “Seriously? That’s when you look at my face? Why couldn’t you look at me the same way you did when you kissed me.”

Kyoko blinked before turning away while placing her hands together at the back of her head, “That? That wasn’t a kiss. I was just getting some chocolate off your mouth.”

Sayaka took a step to the side and leaned enough to see the red of Kyoko’s cheeks before she turned away, “Ah? So you’re saying anywhere I got chocolate on you would kiss?”

She found herself surprised as Kyoko turned around sharply with her eyes narrowed, her mouth held in a hard line until she muttered quietly, “Probably.”

Her cheeks joined Kyoko’s in a shade of rose. Kyoko’s hands came down and beneath the lights of the city around them, she couldn’t help but admire her. The figure standing before her was such a free magical girl, such a liberated soul with her own troubles never letting them slow her down. Beautiful and strong with what she had once considered a villainous set of morals. Kyoko had been the first to lower her guard, had been the first to approach her to tell her how stupid she had been, and Sayaka had spurned her time and time again until she learned her lesson. She had always thought it was too late to accept Kyoko’s friendship, and too late to build something more when she felt the smallest fragments of that inside of her. Even in asking Kyoko to go out on a date with her she never dared hope, because hope seemed like something that magical girls weren’t blessed with. She was a creature of despair, a monster that broke away from what it meant to be a human, and yet these thoughts were the ones that held her back from seeing through her own stupidity, and the good that was standing right in front of her.

Sayaka’s hand broke through the gloom of her thoughts and the night to take hold of Kyoko’s as she found the least appropriate thing to say, but she said it with a chuckle, “I can’t believe you’re such a pervert.”

“Huh?” Kyoko uttered before her cheeks began to burn brighter. She then thrust a finger against her chest and Kyoko squawked, “I say something so stupid like that, and you could have taken advantage of that little in I gave you in any way you wanted, but instead you make fun of me!?”

She brought her hands up in defense and looked away from Kyoko’s face as she started to laugh, “Wait, wait, please. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’m not really good at this kind of thing, or really taking opportunities where I should, but it’s also that I thought it would be funny.”

After a healthy second or so of silence between them, she peered over at Kyoko before they both started snickering like idiots. Kyoko pressed to her side while hooking an arm around her own. The small bouts of laughter, the chuckles, and the fresh memories of a lovely evening carried them onward to their next destination. Sayaka wasn’t sure where they should go next, but knew that they could stop by a bakery if Kyoko wanted. When she made the suggestion, Kyoko hummed that she was feeling tired and that a bed would be nice. The hotels with the bright pink signs wouldn’t take them, and Kamihama wasn’t their home, but Sayaka had been given a place to stay in the meantime while they were at Kamihama, and she could take Kyoko there, but would that really be appropriate?

Kyoko cut her thoughts off while pressing closer to her, cheek to cheek as she huffed, “C’mon, aren’t you going to offer me a place to stay? Those hotels are open right?”

Sayaka shook her head with a small smile, “Pretty sure we’re going to be turned away from those, but I could always invite you back to where I’m staying.”

“Oh? We’re not even engaged yet and you’re inviting me to your bed?” Kyoko teased with a bump of the hip against her own.

She snickered despite the hot wash flowing over her face, “Ahah, if you want then I don’t see why not? That coordinator gave me the key to an apartment around here. It's where I’ve been slumming it while Madoka and Homura got their own place.”

Kyoko hummed, “Okay, then take me.” Sayaka stared blankly at Kyoko who scratched her nose, “Ah, wait. I probably should have said that differently.”

With a growing smile she pulled her arm out of Kyoko’s hold to wrap it around her waist, words flowing from her lips quietly, “No, I think I got what you meant the first time.”

Nothing else needed to be said as they walked in silence while leaning against one another. Kyoko had closed her eyes and wore a small frown, but her face remained a soft shade of rose, and she never pulled away. They kept walking in silence enjoying the evening as the crowds around them became nothing but silhouettes with mouths opening on occasion to create a dissonance that could not touch her. The music she focused on right now was the sound of her heart beating at her ear, the feeling of Kyoko’s body shifting against her own. Cold and warmth melded together from the evening chill, and from the walk to where she was staying with someone at her side she loved. They took a late-night train traveling across the air on rails that couldn’t be seen while they stared out at the clouds parting just enough to let them see the stars hanging above. This peace could not last, but she would enjoy it regardless.

At some point during their evening, Sayaka and Kyoko entered the cool dark of her temporary living quarters. It was an apartment that she considered a bit too large for herself complete with a living room and kitchen. Bags were dropped by the door, hands clasped together as she brought Kyoko to the bedroom. Their shadows danced in the window as the moon tried to peer through the glass in order to see what was happening. Sayaka and Kyoko embraced for a second, little words flowing from her lips wondering if Kyoko was truly okay with something like this, and that she could pull away anytime she wanted. Muttered words of consent and quiet joy were given in response, their backs turned for a moment to begin undressing. Neither of them could face one another like this, neither one could turn on the lights to let it all bare. Her heart had become the beat behind an orchestra, the leading rhythm that threatened to overtake the pace of the evening as she gulped down excitement and fear. The scarf came off, the shirt next, and the bra. She hummed quietly to try and still the beating of her heart, the sound of Kyoko’s clothes behind her shifting only adding to the tempo instead of slowing it down. Everything came off eventually and before long she felt a bare back press against her own.

Kyoko’s words appeared through the dark quieter than she expected, “Here I thought you would make the first move seeing as you were so confident before. Sure you want to keep going?”

Sayaka smiled just a bit with her palm pressed against her forehead as she leaned against the bare touch behind her, “I didn’t think we’d get this far. I don’t even have the courage to turn on the lights.”

Half a minute passed before Kyoko sniffed, “We could leave them off until the end.”

She chuckled, “A grand finale?”

“Whatever you want to think of it as.”

What she wanted to think of it. An opportunity. A blessing. Something beautiful that she would never forget. Regardless of what she thought of this as, she closed her eyes and breathed in before turning around. Her eyes opened to peer at the nude silhouette of her lover for this evening. She grabbed onto Kyoko’s hands, digits tensing together as her heart stilled in frightened silence. She leaned in close while tilting her head, Kyoko locking up but remaining still. One of her hands moved up to brush along Kyoko’s cheek, their mouths meeting, chests pressing together as a kiss without excuse began. Everything began to blur and buzz together, a quiet chuckling escaping from the back of her mind as she registered just how silly she was being. Why was she so scared of this? There were no witches to fight, no one to save, no one to sacrifice herself for like a fool, and no despair to conquer. And yet, Sayaka found many of those situations easier to thrust herself into. This was something new entirely. She had opened herself up to Kyoko and allowed herself to fall for hope again despite never finding the ability to do so. No matter who she was or what she did she could never find it in herself to be someone who believed wholeheartedly that things would get better, no. She was simply someone who charged forward without thinking, but she didn’t want to be. Sayaka wanted to think about this moment, she wanted to hope despite the fate of magical girls looming over her head, and so she sunk into reality and allowed herself to fall for this moment.

Hands moved from each girl to grasp and feel. Tense digits relaxed against soft skin, pressing along the thighs before coming up to the sides. An embrace locked the two together with arms looped around the waist, lips continuing the dance together as their hearts opened. Parted, melding together and pressing close before pulling away to let warm breaths escape between them as they dipped closer. Sayaka shook but stepped back not out of fear, but because she wanted to lead Kyoko to the bed. The soft covers cushioned her rear as slender digits grasped her cheeks to bring her into a greedy kiss. She couldn’t help but smile as Kyoko actively participated. Her joy escaped as snickers and sighs between the kiss, Kyoko’s hands moving to her shoulders to grasp and dig her nails in as if that would deter her from enjoying this situation.

When again their lips parted Kyoko uttered a quiet question, “Making fun of me?”

Sayaka answered by grabbing Kyoko’s wrist to pull her down over her body. She laid back with Kyoko over her, their mouths melded together again with one of her hands holding onto Kyoko’s wrist and the other moving to grasp at the back of the ponytail. Lips met lips, legs locking and twining together as knees rose to grind in spots that sparked with pleasure and delight. She continued to chuckle and snicker, to sigh and bubble with little touches of laughter between the kisses. Kyoko’s frown deepened and she held herself apart from Sayaka, a gleam of blue and red meeting in the dark as they stared at one another. The grin would not fade from her expression, and the joy would not stop bubbling from her lips, but she could not begin to explain to Kyoko what she was feeling at this very moment. A huff of frustration escaped Kyoko, a flash of white hitting the pale moonlight as she leaned down and bit her neck. Sayaka winced but kept on grinning, her hands moving down to grasp Kyoko’s rear as frustrations were spilled between them.

Grind and press, squeeze and kiss, bite and nip. Sayaka joined in on the game with nails sliding up the back, with tugs and squeezes in a few places that had Kyoko trembling. Fingers moved between legs to dip and slide, her body shaking as she found herself on the receiving end of a lovely surprise. Warmth turned to heat, Kyoko’s breaths coming in huffs as Sayaka’s grins did not fade, and as she returned the favor with a set of fingers of her own between the legs. They touched and pressed, dipped close, and bit one another, sighing aloud and twitching as fingers found the right spots to press and grind against. It had gone from something so sweet to something similar to an argument. Kyoko even pulled her mouth to grumble and growl before Sayaka pressed on a particular spot and a moan spilled from her mouth. A curse escaped Kyoko’s lips and Sayaka leaned in with her chin on Kyoko’s shoulder, lips pursed to blow air along the back of her neck. She dipped and pushed, the fingers between her own legs faltering as Kyoko’s hand at her shoulder tightened its grip. The curses grew more frequent, but so did the moans, Kyoko’s voice entering a new octave.

Both of Kyoko’s hands were now at her shoulders squeezing tight as Sayaka sat up while dipping her digits in deeper. Kyoko scoffed and closed her eyes tight but Sayaka caught her lips to make sure she couldn’t escape from this. Little moans and muffled sighs escaped between them while she rolled her fingers and focused on the pleasure of the one sitting on her lap. No, it wasn’t just for Kyoko’s pleasure. She liked hearing these little songs pouring from Kyoko’s lips, enjoyed being able to drink in every shuddering sensation together. And there was so much more that she could tease out of this.

Quietly she breathed out between their lips, “Here I thought you would be able to handle more.”

“Shut up!” Hissed Kyoko before squeaking, “Wait, you can’t just—”

Sayaka bit down on Kyoko’s shoulder and closed her eyes as she focused on the heat around her fingers, dipping them as deep as they would go while her thumb pressed along a precious button. Kyoko trembled violently, groaning at her ear while nails dug into her shoulders before scraping down her back. Each little pinprick of pain added to the smile she felt welling deep inside of her, every sound escaping Kyoko’s lips another gush of excitement around her fingers, and in her core.

When Kyoko was left panting, Sayaka licked the spot where she had bit and muttered with a chuckle, “Done?”

Suddenly, she found herself pushed to the bed. Both of her legs were seized and spread apart, lips pressed to her crotch as Kyoko growled, “Shut up.”

A tongue along her crotch pushed aside whatever response she had, her toes curling as she found herself pulled under into a new set of sensations. Warmth washed along her body making her feel heavier than usual as Kyoko licked and kissed between her legs. Her insides were prodded and pushed, outer folds lapped and pecked. She thought about making a witty remark once or twice, but finally, the grin had been tossed from her lips as she groaned out her desire and delight. She could feel the excitement, fear, and concern from before, and every little sensation of the night collecting in her gut as a quiet pressure that began to fizz and buzz. She placed both of her hands on Kyoko’s head while crying out, her hips bolting upward as she felt her pleasure rise to new heights before everything came crashing back down again.

Sayaka was left on her back panting, her hands at the sides of her head while she peered up at the darkness of the ceiling. A hand soon joined one of hers at the right where she peered to see Kyoko’s shape falling in line next to hers. She turned onto her side and leaned close, Kyoko doing the same. They shared a kiss and parted quietly, a set of words escaping their lips nearly at the same time.

“Thank you.”

Sleep came next. A quiet one with the cool Winter air joining the warmth of the heated apartment. Sayaka’s body fell through the bed and world as darkness took her. She opened her eyes in time to see a new world breathing before her. Violent and blue joined together to make a sky and dimension of scrawled hell. There were paper men marching along with instruments in their hands, and paper women twirling constantly around and around until she began to feel dizzy. Sayaka blinked and saw beneath her a battered Kyoko, bruised and beaten, yelling something she could not hear. She reached out to help and a blade appeared in the air from her own hands piercing her soul gem with a shattering crack that caused her to open her eyes.

Sayaka sat up with a start, her entire body coated in sweat as she checked herself. She looked at her arms and her legs, at her core and her chest. Slowly she placed a hand on her chest before she looked toward the side where Kyoko still slumbered quietly. Light poured in from the window and she could see Kyoko’s bare form marked with little scratches and bites, but still strong and a bit plumper than she was expecting in a few places. Her heart continued to beat at a constant pace, and it was only after she felt a hand on her cheek that she noticed Kyoko was awake.

“Sayaka? You’re not going to run away again?” Muttered Kyoko in a voice full of morning grogginess.

She touched the hand on her cheek and closed her eyes while whispering, “No. Never again. No matter what I dream.”

And that was that. The heat of a shared shower wiped away the fresh memories of the nightmare that had plagued her. When they were dry, Kyoko and Sayaka stepped out wearing long-sleeved shirts and not much else. She fished through the fridge for something to make before Kyoko bumped her out of the way. Kyoko had her sit down while omelets were made. Sayaka watched with a small smile as Kyoko cooked, and as Kyoko occasionally peered back at her. She wouldn’t run away, not again, but that didn’t mean that they would be together for long. Kyoko didn’t often stay in one place at once and her vagrant lifestyle had continued even after sorting things out with the rest of the magical girls.

Cheek in hand as Kyoko turned around to set the plates, Sayaka asked aloud, “Would you want to stay with me?”

Kyoko paused before letting the plate in her hand carefully settle on the countertop before she answered quietly, “Here?”

Sayaka shrugged, “Anywhere. So long as you’ll have me. Even if you want to travel around, and in that case, let me be with you.”

After last night, she wasn’t sure what to expect, and Kyoko seemed to be turning redder by the second until she couldn’t help but chuckle. Kyoko frowned deep and slapped the countertop, “Shut up! If you want to stick with me then we’ll need to hunt double the witches to make sure we’re fine. And you’ll have to be good with taking what we need sometimes. And, and.” She then said quieter while sniffing, “I guess, I could stick around Kamihama for a while. This apartment is convenient and there’s plenty of witches to go around.”

She touched the spot on her neck that she hadn’t healed from last night, the bite that had left the deepest mark while beaming, “Sounds good, partner.”

#F/f #aged up #romance #fluff #mahou shoujo madoka magica #madoka #Sayaka Miki #Miki Sayaka #Sayaka #Kyouko #Kyouko Sakura #Sakura Kyouko #falling in love #fan fiction

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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown.

Both girls that was.

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult.

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him.

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you?

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

#threethirst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto suguru #getou suguru #geto suguru smut #getou suguru smut #geto x reader #getou x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #suguru getou #suguru geto

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Act like you know

Jack was out in Turks and Caicos with Drake and Urban and Neelam and a few other friends you weren’t due to be there till Friday since you had other work to get one. You and Jack were both famous both of you were rising to fame quickly.

You were currently in your shared closet you shared with Jack you were attempting to organize it since it was so huge and you really wanted it to like nice you decided to go on Instagram live and talk to fans while you cleaned.

You smiled as you watched your fans starting to enter the live as soon enough you were at 2 million viewers.

“Hey y’all how are you guys doing today ?” You asked smiling as you read some of their responses a lot of them doing good and a lot of them asking have you talked to Jack lately.

“Yeah I’ve talked to Jack lately but you know that man’s out here in the ocean he better have sunscreen on that’s all ima say” you said giggling remembering how easily burnt that man got.

“I wanna talk to some of you guys so send in request and I’ll answer some” you said and you answered a request from a fan named Katrina.

“Hiii Y/N I love you so much you’re my favorite artist ever” she gushed causing you to coo at her you truly loved your fans.

“Hi love and thank you so much if it wasn’t for you guys I wouldn’t be here” you told told her and smiled when she kept talking.

“Did you see Jack on that boat with Drake ? Did you see how the girl with them touched Jack’s arm” Katrina said causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“No when was that posted ? I didn’t get any notifications from Jack” you said and going onto Instagram from your other phone.

“Drake posted it on his story Jack better be careful” Katrina said and you nodded rolling your eyes at the video of the girl being loud and very much touching your man’s arm.

“You got that right Katrina he better act like he knows and if he don’t know he better learn to know” you said causing Katrina laugh but agree with you. You watched as a few fans were going crazy loving the possessive side of you.

After you talked to a few other fans you got a message from Jack. You opened it and saw he had sent a selfie with his head laying on a pillow.

Jack 🤍

- trust me ma I already know I’m yours the girl was a bit drunk and she was falling over a bit I didn’t want her falling overboard you don’t gotta worry about nothing - love J

You smiled and replied back to him.

- I know Jack but next time you tell shorty she better put on a life jacket is all I’m saying.

Jack laughed once he saw the message he couldn’t wait for you to be out here with him.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts

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rodr1cks · 3 years

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Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

word count: 1.8k

“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #devon bostick

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violettelueur · 3 years

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || PROUD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, swearing and mentions of injuries, blood and death.

| form : imagine

| word count : 1574

| published : 18 november

| request : Aaaa,, I really love your Sukuna imagines! Can I request an Imagine where it’s related to ‘kind hearted’, the reader gets hurt and sukuna gets upset? Thank you so much! Keep up with the great work!! 💞🦦

| barista’s notes : let me admit this, i’m not confident with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i tried changing it a few times but i was really doubting myself every time and this was the result of it, so i’m so sorry if you don’t like it ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ also i’m not really good with fight scenes so if there are any advices that can be given to me, thank you so much ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ i hope you love your classic cup of black coffee and come again soon!

To say that you were screwed was more than an understatement.

Right now wasn’t the ideal situation to be in for any jujutsu sorcerer that wasn’t Gojo’s level.

At this moment and time, standing in front of you was a special grade curse.

What made the situation worse was that Kugisaki was separated from the whole group making the mission more complicated than it needed to be.

“Itadori! Fushiguro! Go find Kugisaki and find the exit to the building, I’ll keep the curse in place!” you demanded, as you knew you didn’t have much time to explain the risky plan you came up with.

“Are you crazy? It’s a special grade there is no way you could defeat it right now!” Fushiguro shouted, trying to know what was going on in your head, thinking that you were utterly crazy for what you just stated to him and his classmate.

“I don’t care! Look, it’s having fun and underestimating us meaning it will use weaker attacks on me, buying time shouldn’t be too hard, just give me a signal when you and Itadori are safe, okay?”

Looking at you with widen eyes, Fushiguro continued to look at you like you had gone completely insane before closing them to clear his mind. What you were saying had much sense in it. Compared to the remaining people in the room, you were the one that had the most potential to defeat the special grade curse if you could, even when you and him were both grade two sorcerers.

“Okay,” Fushiguro muttered quietly - still reluctant to leave you - before turning around and grabbing Itadori to go along with your plan, leaving you completely alone to defend yourself.

Turning back around to look at your opponent, you reached to the side of your hip to grip on the halt of your katana before slowly pulling the sword out from its sheath. From what you could observe, this special grade wasn’t a normal special grade, there was no way it could be deemed one yet it was. From what was going on around you, the curse hadn’t been able to construct a complete Domain Expansion, more of an Innate Domain at best making you come to the conclusion that it must have eaten a cursed object at best to become as powerful as it is - most likely Sukuna’s finger for one example.

Lifting your sword in front of you, you aimed the pointed tip at your opponent before tilting your head to the side to see what else you could observe from your distance.

“Would cutting your head off look best or would cutting both of your arms first be more sufficient?”

Of course, the curse couldn’t reply to you leaving it to only physically answered you with an immense amount of curse energy forming within the palm of its hand, ready to throw it at you.

“Looks like your arms are the first thing I gotta get rid of,” you answered yourself, as you quickly dodging the attack, only to suddenly appear in front of your opponent, leaving yourself enough space to swing your sword down to fully slash its left arm off as you then went ahead and spun behind its body to slice off the other off before pulling yourself back to gain some distance away from the curse.

However, what you had completely forgotten was that special grade curses were able their curse energy to heal themselves, as the curse’s arms suddenly regenerated as if you didn’t cut them off seconds before.

“Damn, I should have gotten your head first ha?” you rhetorically questioned, before using your free hand to pull a long black chain out of your pocket and attaching one end to the hilt of your katana. “Let’s see how fast you can catch,” you commented, as you then threw your katana while aiming for it’s head, using your curse energy to increase the speed it was going at. However, much to your dismay the curse unexpectantly grabbed onto the metal blade, leaving you no choice but to let your curse energy slowly flow through the chain all the way up to the blade causing a large red orb form at the end, quickly exploding before the curse could even react to stop it.

Swiftly, you pulled the chain back so you could retrieve your sword only to then suddenly see the smoke clearing and a large wave of curse energy coming towards your direction.

“Shit!”

In sheer panic, you use your feet to push yourself to the right to move away from the blast before your whole vision was concealed by the rubble and dust.

Pain. That was all you felt. Pure pain.

Were you going to die? Wasn’t you expecting that once you told both your classmates to find Kugisaki and run? You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was too painful to think about death right now. You couldn’t think straight at all.

Once the smoked cleared, all that the special curse could see was your standing figure panting heavily with your left sleeve completely gone due to the blast as blood gushed down your left arm. You had barely managed to get yourself out of the hands of instant death and luckily nothing of your body was disintegrated, just some burns and cuts here and there - to say it was surprising to see you standing was an understatement.

“From our battle so far, you lack the form of curse technique, but you still can pack a punch, ah it hurts,”

The blood loss was getting to you. Yes, having no limbs was not the better option but you could still live with that. What humans couldn’t do was stay alive with no blood and here you were quickly losing your live source the flowed in your body. You couldn’t even cover the wound as there was nothing you could cover it with and even if you did, the wound was too large to be covered.

You were losing the strength to stand.

You were losing your balance.

You were losing consciousness.

Suddenly, you heard a loud sound of a howl from a distance. Instantly, you knew that Fushiguro and Itadori were able to find Kugisaki and get out. It was his signal.

However, you weren’t so lucky in that factor, from the state that you were in, there was no way in hell you were able to escape now - but you were okay with that. If the other’s were safe, that was better than not knowing if they made it out alive. Slowly, you were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, causing you to completely losing your balance.

‘Damn,’ you thought, as you felt your whole body suddenly dropping leaving you no strength left to even brace for the impact, leaving you to close your eyes and admitting defeat.

However, just as you were able to fall to the ground, you suddenly felt a pair of arms catching you before you were quickly lifted up bridal style and pulled into a warm embrace surprising you completely from the sudden comfort of what you thought was your lonely end. Who was still in the building? You thought everyone got out, so who was carrying you right now?

From your limited sight, you could slowly make out someone in a dark uniform similar to the colour you wore, meaning it had to be someone from the team. However, the extreme pressure of curse energy that was somewhat suffocating you determined otherwise - no one within the area right now had this much power, no one at all. Unless…..

“Were you the one that caused this?”

Sukuna…

All you could hear right now a shaking tone as well as the couple droplets of water that was within the Innate Domain that surrounded you.

“For a grade two sorcerer, she really blew half of your body up with that little curse technique she used on you, I’m quite proud of my little one,” Sukuna uncharacteristically complimented you, as he gently pressed a little kiss on top of your head before gently smiling at you - knowing you won’t be able to see this rare expression on his face.

“You see, I’ve grown fond of this little human in my arms right now, and for you to do this much damage to her body, really weirdly angers me,” Sukuna stated before he turned around and began to walk away. “Wait there for a quick second would you? I need to take care of this one right now,” Sukuna commented, before gently placing you down at a safe spot to which he then started to use his curse energy to quickly heal your wound once he sat you up straight.

Brushing away some of the hairs that were in your face, Sukuna placed one last light lingering kiss on your forehead before saying, “I’m proud of you, just wait a little longer, I’ll be back,”.

What was going on?

This had to be a hallucination. There was no question about that. There was no way Sukuna could have saved you let alone kissed you in any way. This was all a hallucination. Wasn’t it?

However, you didn’t have the power to stay awake any longer, resulting you to surrender to the tiredness that was taking over you, letting the darkness invade your whole surroundings, but not before letting out a little mutter under your breath.

‘Proud ha?’

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