#my damn chair: you know i could actually go places on good days if people wore masks and made places actually wheelchair accessible

[blackpearlblast]

PSA: if you have a counter that is low enough that a wheelchair user would be able to use it (already rare) DON'T cover the front of the counter with hangers for cute little keychains. I can't pull my wheelchair up to the counter without impaling my legs. thank you.

[ohimsummer]

QUIET IN THE LIBRARY !

— minors dni, bully! stsg x reader, dubcon, exhibitionism, óral [ m. receiving ], cóckwarming, facefúcking, pet names (princess, sweetheart, pet)

geto’s cock rests warm and heavy on your tongue, sprinkling the salty taste of precum onto your tastebuds. he shifts again in his seat, tilting his hips to shove his length a little further down your throat again, knowing it’s going to make you choke—and it does. the tip pushes further towards the back of your throat, nearly forcing a gag to spring free, but you just manage to swallow it down. his other hand rubs a gentle thumb over your cheek—a wordless ‘good pet’ for remaining so quiet.

though you’re not exactly sucking him off, geto is perfectly content sitting with you like this, in the heated embrace of your mouth. he finds it a little comfy, to be honest. the library is chilly, and he prefers the warmth inside you over anything his clothes could provide. not to mention, he’s just getting your mouth ready, so there is an actual purpose to you being down there.

that reason would be entirely unknown to you, however. in your mind, this is just the average day of suguru geto being an asshole, cornering you and stuffing you beneath the most secluded desk and basically forcing you into things you didn’t plan on doing. if you were somewhere else, in any other setting, you would have told him to get fucked and leave you alone because he has no right to be making demands like this. but you’re in public, and a library, of all places. there’s too many people around, and it’s too quiet. someone like geto has surefire ways to have you raising your voice in less than a minute, and you do not need the entire building to know he’s trying to have you cockwarm him under the table. it’s easier to just deal with it; comply and hope he doesn’t plan on using you for too long.

so, yes, you are doing this “willingly”, in the loosest of terms. and it pisses you off that while you’re down here on bruised knees and getting fucking carpet burn, geto is leaned back as casually as he can, still reading through the pages of a book as your jaw grows sore. he’s been still besides the few purposeful thrusts of his hips to get you to choke—asshole.

something catches his attention, and suddenly geto is slipping himself from your lips, tucking his length into his pants. you’re confused, but before you can maneuver yourself out of the cramped underside of the desk, there is someone else sliding into the chair—someone worse.

“heya, princess!”, gojo whispers a little too loudly, with beads of sweat rolling down his face. “comfy down there?”

both your mouth and brows droop down into a scowl, the pair of men plainly amused at your cute, little expression.

“open up, sweetheart,” gojo commands. he’s quick to undo his belt and pants, tugging his cock free from its confines. it’s stiff and throbbing already, leaking absurd amounts of pre down the length to drip onto his hand, where gojo gives himself slow, teasing pumps.

he doesn’t give you time to prepare before he’s shoving his tip past your lips, rubbing himself over the wet insides of your mouth.

“you ran through campus with a boner?”, geto snickers over his head, watchful eyes glancing between gojo’s manhandling of you and the vacant library to keep a lookout.

his snowy-haired other half is loud, making things way more obvious than geto did. not that he isn’t aware, no, gojo simply doesn’t give a fuck. he’s good at a lot of things, but practicing restraint is not one of them, and he damn sure isn’t about to start now. especially not with you.

gojo darts a pink tongue out to wet his lips, messily clearing away locks of your hair to get a nice view of your pretty face as he thrusts sloppily into your mouth. “i c—couldn’t, fu—ck, help it. did you expect me to— to take my time after you sent me that?”

his best friend only gives a low, delighted chuckle in reply. you catch geto’s gaze as he gives you a long stare, and then palms over the bulge in his pants.

“fuck, suguru got you all nice and loose for me.”, gojo pants, licking away a dewdrop of drool at the corner of his lips. he lets out a low groan, and you see geto’s head snap up to give someone a very menacing glare. “look at him makin’ this nice and easy for us. thank him after i’m through, yeah?”

you don’t respond, can’t respond when gojo’s tip incessantly prods at the back of your throat. gags and chokes are ripped from your throat, muffled and low but surely noticeable by anyone nearby. you expect to be caught and kicked out any minute now, forced to do the walk of shame with these two dumbasses.

gojo slams you down on his cock, and he holds you there. your chest stutters, body heaves as you struggle for any breath of air through the fabric of his shirt pressed against your nose, or the white hairs at his base tickling your face.

just as quickly, he’s pulling you away, and you barely breathe in a single gasp before gojo is shooting ropes of cum to paint your face. you squeeze an eye shut as he almost spurts into your eye, him giggling childishly as he thumbs it away and pokes the same finger into your mouth for you to suck clean.

gojo tosses his head back to catch his own breath. he shoves his cock back into his boxers, straightening out his clothes before rubbing his hands through your ruffled hair.

“ ‘kay, let’s go.”, he says proudly, grabbing you by the upper arm to pull you to your feet. “ up, now, we’re going to your dorm.”

you’re puzzled. apparently, they’re not done with you. “…why?”

“you still gotta thank suguru properly. duh.”

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[hazelsmirrorball]

BOTTOMS THE PODCAST  | Hazel Callahan

Rockstar! Hazel Callahan x  Host! Reader Summary: Hazel Callahan is a special guest on The Bottoms podcast after Y/n said in a lie detector machine that she was her crush.  Warnings: Not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my main language.  a/n: Wrote this in my costume design class, something happy after that angsty Rockstar girlfriend chapter. I've been binge watching frenemies so that's how I got this idea. Hope you guys like it! I really love reading ur comments, they really make my day <3

Y/n always had a lot of things to say. All her life people would make fun of her because she never knew when to shut up. Maybe it was the fact that she knew a lot about several things  or the fact that she just enjoyed talking shit. But the girl could talk hours on end about things not knowing when to stop. Thankfully, Y/n had friends that liked to talk as much shit as her. Josie, PJ and Y/n could drag people like they were drinking water. So when they were offered to do a podcast the three of the girls agreed without hesitation. Getting paid to talk shit on the internet for an hour? That was an amazing deal. 

And by the looks of it, everyone around them agreed that talking shit was good since they were having a godly amount of streams daily. The girls had decided to name the podcast “Bottoms” and it took place in a small studio in downtown. The girls wanted the studio to look as cozy as possible. So instead of a serious looking podcast they decided to decorate the room with vibrant colors and random knick knacks, the three girls had a say in how the studio looked so at the end of customizing it they had an unintentional division of their areas. Different colors and decorations that made their area theirs but the only thing the girls had agreed on was having bean bags as chairs, that was the best part. 

Their podcast “Bottoms” was popping off, so the girls had come up with several ideas to not make the podcast repetitive or boring. Costumes, themes, breakdowns and most importantly, special guests. Due to the fact that people actually like them, there were a lot of celebrities that surprisingly wanted to be on the show. So in the last episode when Y/n was attached to a lie detector machine and was asked if famous rock star, Hazel Callahan, was attractive. She had rambled about her crush not thinking that Hazel was going to hear the podcast let alone be the next guest on it. 

There she was, academy award winning rockstar, Hazel Callahan, sitting across from her. Her hair was messily styled as she threw her head back laughing at something PJ had said, her pearly whites showing through. She slammed her ring covered hands as she attempted to stop her laughing fit.  For the first time in Y/n’s life she was speechless. Hazel was beautiful, Y/n knew that. But having her so close by made Y/n malfunction with her beauty. Hazel was sculpted by god and being near her made Y/n feel things she couldn’t say on air. Y/n wasn’t going to survive an hour of talking, she glanced at the timer that was behind the cameras noticing the 00:10  on the screen. Ten minutes and she hadn’t said a single word. Ten minutes of her staring at Hazel while she talked about the tour and her life.  The only thing viewers could possibly see was her staring lovingly at Hazel and if she had to see a compilation on youtube  of her staring at Hazel she was going to lose it. 

“Damn, Y/n. Cat got your tongue? See people…Y/n likes talking shit about how much game she has. But as of right now she barely said hello to Hazel. May I remind you guys that in the   last episode she said that Hazel was her dream girl and that she could take h…” PJ started pulling the microphone towards her as everyone focused her eyes on Y/n, including those damn blue eyes. Y/n could feel her body tense up but she quickly analyzed where PJ was going, so she slammed her hands on the table interrupting, PJ. 

“Miss Callahan, Do you have a girlfriend? The people want to know” Y/n managed to get out. But after hearing herself in her headphones  say those words she felt herself cringe instantly regretting asking that. Miss Callahan? Who the hell did she think she was speaking to? Y/n moved on her bean bag chair noticing how it sucked her up. Y/n closed her eyes not wanting to face even more embarrassment while she heard Josie and PJ attempting to hold in their laughs. 

“I’m single, actually. So I hope that’s good for the people.” Hazel said, pulling her mic towards her with her ring covered hand. Hazel quickly shifted on the bean bag crossing her leg on top of the other one resting her hands. 

“Oh, but there’s a rumor that rock stars get puss. You don’t have groupies all over you after shows. I’ve heard your name countless times, supposedly you're a pussy pleaser in the community. Opinions on that.” PJ added trying to stir up the pot for the episode. Y/n stared at PJ agape not believing the words that were slipping out of her mouth. Hazel let out a loud laugh, surprising the three of them. 

“The question was if I was single, not how much I got laid. But I’m glad you’ve done your research. Not a lot of people mention my supposed pussy pleaser ways in interviews, which makes this one intriguing. So thank you for putting that out there” Hazel said sarcastically while attempting to hold in her laugh. 

“Supposedly?” Y/n let out looking at Hazel slightly. She quickly gripped on her head regretting letting that slip noticing the cocky look on Y/n’s face. 

“Well, I can’t confirm the rumors myself but if you want, we can test that theory.” Hazel replied, sending a wink towards Y/n direction. PJ gasped loudly hitting the table once again. 

“You're good. Like a god, never have I seen Y/n this quiet. What is going on?”  PJ said in between laughs while looking all around the set. 

“I don’t want to be cocky but if we get past this pod, I’ll promise you she’ll be really vocal and loud. But that’s not important right now…How about you? Are you single Miss L/n? I want to know” Y/n looked up, her face completely flushed as Hazel grinned towards knowing the effect her words had on Y/n. 

“What are you  supposed to be?” Y/n said quickly trying to change the subject off her once again. Hazel looks down at her outfit trying to hide her smile while Josie instantly notices her discomfort so she takes the lead clearing her throat. 

“What Y/n is trying to ask is,  what is your costume? For all of you guys that don’t know we are in halloween. We have been doing different themes for each episode to dress up and all that.  By  the looks of it you’ve always dressed up. But if you do not dress up then I like your new style. It makes your eyes pop” So why don’t we go around the room and say what we are dressed up as. The theme this week is crush. It can be a fictional crush, celebrity crush, real crush, whatever crush you want. So I decided on dressing up as my lovely girlfriend, Isabel. My biggest crush in the whole world. Shout out to you, babe.  She did my makeup and styled me this morning. Who’s next? ” Josie said as she pulled her flower dress down as PJ applauded obnoxiously loud making Y/n cringe one again. Hazel reached towards the water in front of her arms slowly grazing Y/n’s leg making her tense up once again. 

“Y/n, why don’t you go? Who are you supposed to be, Anakin Skywalker?” PJ asked in a joking tone while turning towards her. 

“First off all, Fuck you. Second of all I was told that our costume was going to be fictional characters not crushes.” Y/n started while fixing her robes. Josie chuckled, pulling out her phone to check  the email while Pj shook her head. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n. For you it’s the same person that’s why we didn’t tell you anything. We didn’t want you to be a more blushing mess than you already are. So don’t be such a puss and tell the camera who are you dressed up as” PJ continued pointing at the camera while Y/n rolled her eyes.  

“I’m dressed up as Kit Tanthalos from Disney’s Willow” She muttered into the mic while glaring at PJ ignoring Hazel’s eyes. 

“Wait isn’t that, Hazel's character in that show she’s in,” Josie started making Y/n groan throwing her head back clearly embarrassed. 

“You know what I want to know, what the hell is PJ dressed up as. Who’s your crush” Y/n said quickly, making PJ look down at her shirt. 

“I’m dressed as a Milf, obviously. I know Hazel being here has taken your common sense but we need you to be attentive. Now, Hazel. Who’s your celebrity crush?” PJ asked, turning to Hazel. Hazel smiled widely, turning to Y/n, not unlocking their eyes. 

“Well, I decided to dress up as my favorite podcaster. I thought my outfit was pretty obvious.” Hazel said standing up, giving an awkward turn. Y/n could feel her face turn completely red noticing that her outfit mimicked one that was recently posted on her instagram story. 

“You see guys, this is how we make love in this podcast. In the next episode we will probably talk about all the puss Y/n got.” PJ almost screamed into the mic. 

...

Thank You Guys For Reading!

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

[starsomens]

Warnings: Lab partners to lovers! Sex in a medical research lab, desk, PiV sex, spit in mouth(once), friends to lovers type, language, Noah goes from shy to dominant >:) and of course I had some inspiration help from @gretaswhore28 ✨

"uggghhhh" you groan leaning back from your microscope. You had been looking at sample all day trying to put together an explanation for the reaction it was having to certain medicines. You lean back in your chair and rub at your eyes

"You're gonna end up straining your vision you know," you lab partner, Noah chimes in

"I've been working on this for nearly 2 weeks! I keep getting the same results" you sigh "Maybe I should have a break"

"Oh wow she's actually taking my advice for once" he said sarcastically

You spin in your chair and stare at the tall man. His neck tattoos peeking up past his collar, his perfectly combed hair and dorky glasses. For someone who had his neck and hands covered in tattoos he tends to be quiet and shy. Almost all the other girls on the floor would try and flirt with him or try hitting on him, but the poor boy was just so shy, it honestly was very cute. You liked teasing him about just to see him all flustered

"hey I take you advice, you're the one who doesn't" you chuckle standing from your seat

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asks leaning on his desk crossing his arms. You think for a moment

"hmmm....well...like how maybe you should roll your sleeve up because EVERYONE wants to know just how tattooed you are" you Walk to him and give him that knowing look

"Y/N, they could just ask and I have pictures,"

"yeah but in person, on the skin! It's different" he thinks for a second and takes his lab coat off leaving him in his button down baby blue shirt. You were smiling knowing you had gotten to him, that was until you felt something drilling into your head. Looking up you can see him just staring at you, once you caught his eyes you stare right back at him. Almost as if you froze in place.....his stare was....hypnotizing and....petrifying but.... alluring.

"Well, there you go. I take you advice so well," he lets his shirt fall to the floor leaving him in a white tank top “I did it on the spot”

“DAMN!” You didn’t mean to say it so loud, you hustled weren’t expecting to see him COVERED in tattoos “sorry I didn’t mean that they look….good..”

He holds his arm out “you can look closer if you want. You take a picture of his arm and start to trace some of the drawings on his skin. Whoever had tattooed him had done an amazing job. They were so detailed and beautiful. You hadn’t even realized that your touch was lingering on his skin.

“You like that princess?” He said in a hush voice

“Hu-?”

“ maybe I heard a couple things about you liking certain person here..” now it was his turn to tease you “ don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, or my hands whenever work, I noticed everything” he suddenly pushes your waist to the side and switches place with you. You were now against the desk and him in front of you.

"I-I....what? You're one to believe rumors Noah?" you asked clearly flustered

"I didn't but then I noticed your patterns. The way you'd dress, your perfume, how we always end up staying at work at the same times?" he smirks leaning into you "Am I right, princess?"

"I...I....it's just coincidence!" you defend yourself

"so why are you so red?" he leans into your ear, feeling his body heat radiating on to yours, you were just about to crack but as you were he pulls back and grabs his shirt from the floor

"But you're right, why should I believe rumors? Afterall it's people making things up because they're bored "he says as he puts his arms through the sleeves. Not only were you flustered and embarrassed now you were pissed.

"We should get packed up and head home for the night-" both your hands grab his loose collar and pull him to you and you look him dead in the eye

"You think I'd let you get away with that?" you crash your lips on his to which he returns the kiss. The kiss turns into something passionate and lust filled in just seconds. He lifts you on to the desk, knocking over a pen holder. His hands find your bare knees and push your skirt up your legs until the fabric sit over your hips. His lips trace down your face and to your neck, he rips open your shirt, causing the buttons to scatter on the floor

"Hey-"

"I'll buy you a new one" he kisses and nips at the valley of your breasts, making sure to leave a mark or two on them.

"You don't know....how long...I've wanted this" he says between kisses. Bring you to the edge of the desk, he stands between your legs And holds both your legs on either side of his body as he leans down against you.

" I can feel you soaking through your panties. You've been wanting this too, haven't you?" he chuckled

"Mmmm" his fingers, find your chin and make you look up at him

“Words princess,”

“Y-yes…” you can feel his bulge rubbing against you soon you were able to feel how wet you were yourself.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses your nose “can I Y/N? Can I make you feel good?” He asks and you give him a shakes nod. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt, and rips his pants enough to get himself out of his confinements. He pushes your panties aside and rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit.

“So wet…just for me,” his other hand, held your leg up by the back of your knee as he pushes himself in bottoming out in one go. You both sigh heavily from the feeling of him being inside you. A shiver ran through your body as he taking the situation. Here you were on your partners desk, leg spread, and his cock inside of you.

He pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in again

“Oh fuck!” He starts to thrust into you at a rhythm. The quiet lap filled with erotic sounds of sex. Your head was thrown back as nose lips dig into the column of your neck. Nipping and licking at the skin.

“Good….so fucking good for me.” He huffs you had never seen this side of him before. “This pussy…is mine now. You got that?” He uses the desk for leverage as he fucks into you, Rasing your leg higher to go deeper into your pussy.

“Oh…god!” he was hitting all of the right spots, he was just the right size, and the right length. Everything was perfect down to the rhythm of his crust the way his hand was holding your body in place so he can fuck into you was also perfect.

“Nuh uh baby….” He huffs “no god here, only me…and you’ll call out only MY name!” He punctuates his words with deep thrusts

The desk rattles with every thrust he gives you. His lips leaving no area of your neck untouched. Maybe it was a silly little crush before but now you can say with full confidence that you would be his if he asked you to. Get on your knees for him….it was possible for just the pleasure to be corrupting you kind but he was right. You did like him. A whole lot…and now here you were.

Your nails claw at his back as he continues to thrust into you sporadically. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hands dig into your sides. There is a new look in his eye, one of lust and dominance. Completely opposite of the Noah that you were introduced to when he first started working here But this was such a turn on you can feel yourself posting around him the longer you looked in his eyes

His other hand rubbed tight circles on your clit, you can feel his cock twitch impulse inside of you. He captures your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue, pushing past your lips, and dancing with yours.

“ open your mouth baby” he huffs you follow his command, open your mouth slightly “stick that tongue out for me,”

Stick your tongue out, just enough for him to see

“Good girl,” he gathers a bit of spit and spits directly into your mouth. “Fucking swallow it,”

You swallow his spit feeling it washed down your throat. Your eyebrows knit together as you can feel a tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You can feel your head become light as your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way he rocked his body into you, the way his fingers worked at your clit, the way his lips traced over your skin, it all made you see stars.

“ are you going to cum baby? Cum all over this cock?” you taking a hold of your jaw, giving your face a slight squeeze every now and then if you broke eye contact with him. His glasses slipping down to the very tip of his nose, but still staying in place. The lenses became slightly foggy due to the activities you were currently partaking in. His combed hair starting to fall into his face. in those deep, dark eyes only pushed you further into your pleasure. 

“You wanna cum so bad huh?” he teases as he slows down his rhythm just a bit. He could see your face, become slightly dissatisfied with his change and pace. “Oh my poor little slut, tell me what you want..”

“I-I wanna cum….please Noah…”

This pleased the scientist, as a large smile appears on his face. He takes a hold of your hips and studies his foot stamps. He stops for only moment, and begins to pound into faster and harder than before. He was coming to his end and you, but of course he knew the consequences if he did finish inside so he had to get you to finish first. He rubs your bundle of nerves faster as he feels tighten around him.

“That’s it baby, cum. Cum for me, cum all over this dick” and just as he commanded, you finish as your body is taken over by tremors he pulls out of you and pumps his fist along his cock. He finishes in spurts onto your chest. You’re both gasping and huffing messes. You feel his slender hands up your body pick up some of the cum left on your chest.

Brings the fingers up to your mouth and says

“Taste it Y/N,” hesitantly, open your mouth and allow him to stick his fingers inside, tasting his thick consistency on his fingers. It was slightly salty, but also drop of sweetness in there.

“You’re so good for me,” he smirks as he leans down close to you once again he kisses you once again, and pulls bad enough just to say “only for me,”

[grandlinedreams]

Hii!!

Could you maybe write about Kid and how everyone thinks he would be really bad at taking care of people but then reader gets sick and he takes care of them surprisingly well?? Thank you!

I think I've said this before but ough, sickfics my beloved,,,yes i absolutely can and I hope I do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: comfort, sickfic so mention of being sick, Kid is an awkward grump but we love him]

You're sick.

That much is clear, from the fevered flush of your cheeks to the ragged cough that wracks your body ㅡ you're attempting to fight some kind of illness, and it's kicking your ass at the moment.

And truthfully, Kid doesn't know what to do. He can't yell at you to simply "get better", because that doesn't work. He's good at fighting physical enemies, not invisible ones. He has a couple hazy memories of being sick as a kid, but whatever had been used to help is beyond recall.

Kid also isn't used to feeling helpless, and it's beyond frustrating ㅡ if Heat, Wire, and Killer notice the increase in short-fused outbursts of temper, they wisely say nothing.

And despite knowing it's unwise to be around someone who's sick, Kid finds himself checking in on you frequently, even though he grumbles an excuse of, "Don't need you dying on my ship and creating more trouble."

"Sorry," you manage between breathy wheezes, "for getting sick."

If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't be sick in the first place and making Kid do something as lousy as worry the way he is. But he bites back the scathing comments and sharp sarcasm, tries for a gentler approach.

"Just get better," he says gruffly, leaning back in his chair. When you wake next to a cold cloth on your forehead and a glass of water nearby, Kid is conspicuously missing.

He's not the doting type nor is he particularly sentimental, but he does care and he's trying ㅡ especially because you don't seem to be getting any better.

There's the brief thought that you're dying, but Kid dismisses it quickly. There's absolutely no way you're going to let something as insignificant as this take you out. That's dumb.

But it's also clear you need actual medical attention, so when they reach the next port, Kid takes you into the nearest town in search of a doctor.

You're so tiny compared to him, made even frailer for how weak you are at the moment, and it stirs something in Kid that he isn't sure how to handle. He cares, of course, you're part of his crew ㅡ and if there's more to it, he'll deal with it later.

Luckily a doctor diagnoses you quickly, sends the two of you on your way with a brown paper bag of medicine and instructions on how to make sure it helps.

It's funny to see Kid so focused on getting the dosage right, eyes narrowed in concentration and lips pulled in a scowl that deepens when you eye the glass with disgust.

"That looks horrible," you protest, the cloudy water making your stomach roll the way it has for the last few days.

"You'll take the damn medicine," Kid snaps, "and stop complaining! This shit was expensive, damn it!" (He paid for it. Granted it was with questionably obtained beri, but he did pay for it.)

You have it in you to scowl before you take the glass, swallowing hard before you down it. It's vile, wretched stuff that threatens to come back up ㅡ but you manage to keep it down.

It takes a few days, but you do get better. The fever goes down, color returns to your face ㅡ and though the cough lingers, it's far less intense than it was.

Kid won't say it outright, but he's relieved when you finally feel good enough to get out of bed and resume your usual duties. And if he's a little softer, a little gentler around you, he makes it clear you're not to speak a word about it to the others.

(As if you need to. They knew way before he did, and still have a betting pool on how long it'll be before he actually tells you how he feels.)

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

67: tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin

With GerryMichael because as a fellow tall people I know Michael's hands are unbearably cold from lack of circulation but his face is easy to go red 🥰

Tall people with bad circulation 🤝 office workers working in cold offices

Michael wondered if Gertrude would let him help her kill Elias.

It was only a matter of time. He'd had his eyes wrenched open, no longer blind to reality. He knew who they were working for, and while he didn't necessarily like it, he knew Gertrude hated it. She was not quiet about her criticism, and while he was glad she wasn't keeping him in the dark anymore, it was still quite a thing to listen to his boss openly plot murder.

He didn't care if Elias was dead at her hands- really, the Head of the Institute was just as guilty as the others, and worse. What Michael did resent was the relentless busy work that he was being assigned, probably to keep them busy so they couldn't plot their boss's demise. The amount of incoming statements was so relentless, they nearly didn't have room to put them all. Gertrude was busy with her own plots, so she was no help, of course. And Elias's ever-so-helpful suggestion of "digitizing" the hand-written statements just meant more work for him.

Michael groaned as he flexed his fingers against the keyboard. He was a fast typer, but the statements were usually rambling, and the handwriting nearly illegible. The Eye helped a bit, but that left him with an awful headache at the end of the day, and exhausted beyond belief. He was even beginning to have dreams about the statements, which was incredibly annoying since he couldn't even have a break in his sleep.

The most current annoyance to him, however, were his fingers. He felt like he couldn't warm them up, they were like stiff icicles against the keys, and blowing on them or tucking them against his chest made no difference. Fingerless gloves might help, but he didn't have a pair on hand, and he'd been too tired to knit recently, so he couldn't whip up a pair either. It wasn't enough to slow him down, but it did make his mood worse, and he was more than ready for a break.

"Gerry," Michael sighed, leaning back limply in his chair to watch his boyfriend descend the stairs with a bag of takeout. "My love, the light of my life, the greatest joy, my absolute treasure-"

"That bad, huh?" Gerry grimaced, crossing the distance between them to drop a kiss on top of his head. Michael just groaned, long and whale-like, and spun his chair around so he could bury his face in Gerry's chest. "I'm sorry, love."

"It's awful," Michael moaned, slinging his arms around Gerry's waist. "It's like they don't realize someone's going to actually read what they've written. They don't even try to make it legible."

"Ugh." Gerry leaned over him to peer at the papers next to his computer. "Their handwriting is worse than mine."

"And it's so pointless! It's just busy work." Michael leaned back so he could see Gerry's face. "Next thing you know, that bastard'll have me recording them or something."

"I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job regardless," Gerry assured him, staring down at him with a terribly fond expression. He raised his hands to cup the back of his head, gently rubbing the tension away. "You're too damn good for this place."

"Flatterer," Michael rebutted, helplessly charmed. Gerry just smiled and bent down to kiss him, so soft but full of meaning. Michael kissed him back, feeling all of the tension drain right out of him, leaving him soothed and relaxed. It meant everything to him to have Gerry by his side, sympathetic and caring and exactly what he needed the most. As if Michael couldn't possibly be more in love with him.

And to show his appreciation, he rucked up the back of Gerry's shirt and plastered his hands to the small of his back.

Gerry yelped and jumped away, gaping at Michael incredulously as he fell into giggles. "What the hell?" he gasped, sounding aghast and offended. "Why are your fingers so cold?"

"Because its cold down here!" Michael pointed out. "And my jumper doesn't cover my hands." He wiggled his fingers to prove his point, and Gerry rolled his eyes, coming back to take his hands in his.

"Poor guy," he commiserated, rubbing his hands and bending to breathe warm air over them. "I have some fingerless gloves back ho- back at Pinhole, I'll run over and grab them for you."

"Thank you," Michael murmured, touched that Gerry would step foot back in that place for him. Over the past few months they had been removing Gerry's clothes and personal items and relocating them to his flat, slowly moving him in where he belonged. Michael couldn't help but feel a deep stir of pleasure at the thought, of getting Gerry away from that awful place for good. It's what he deserved.

Gerry knelt next to him, tucking his cold hands under his chin as he smiled at Michael, happy and content. "Can you take a break for lunch? Get out of this basement for a bit?"

"Of course." Without looking, Michael put his computer into sleep mode and guided Gerry back to his feet, pulling him in for a hug. This time, when he cold hands wandered under Gerry's shirt, he didn't pull away.

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter one | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter one is ready! i hope everyone likes this one, it’s a bit more filler to give an explanation however but it’s not too boring xx

word count: 4630 words

warnings: no warnings apply

Later that day, Y/N was immersed in her work that Dean sent her, that she didn’t realize it was already lunch. A knock at the door to her officer startled her, jumping back slightly in her seat, “Come in” She called out after clearing her throat while taking off her glasses.

Sam Wesson pushed open the door to her office, looking as casual as ever in his yellow polo shirt and khaki pants, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and a smirk on his lips.

"Working hard for Smithy, bitch?" Her best friend teased. Sam and Y/N went to highschool together 8 years ago, he transferred in junior year and y/n being the sweet person she was, took the nerd under her wing after some of her football buddies tried bullying Sam.

I know, typical cliche high school kids.

The two became inseparable after some time to the point people thought they were a couple. But it was far from the truth, they never saw each other that way, nor will they ever.

In fact, Sam was actually the one who told her about the vacancy at Sandover Bridge and Iron Inc, and put in her application for her. Sure, he was a mere cubicle worker, but he was a friendly guy who put in a good word for her.

“Shut up, dick” Y/N snorted, her eyes flickering over to the clock. Sam chuckled as he leaned against the doorway, still wearing his signature smirk, his arms still crossed over his broad chest. "Damn, you really got it bad. I almost forgot who I was talking to for a second" He teased, the hint of an amused tone seeping into his words.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment, knowing he was referring to her massive crush on Dean. But still she felt a pang of embarrassment at being called out by him. “I hate you." She replied, looking back down at her computer with feigned nonchalance.

She quickly closed it, pushing herself up from her seat. "Anyway, I'm hungry so come and have lunch with your bestie," Sam said, smiling widely.

Y/N rolled her eyes again, knowing that Sam was probably dying to pry some information about her progress with Dean and her "crush" on him. But despite his nosy and annoying nature, she couldn't deny her best friend.

"Alright fine, let's go, weirdo," Y/N grumbled as she reached for her purse. “But you’re paying” She quipped. Sam grinned, a mock offended look on his face as he placed his hand on his chest. "What kind of best friend do you take me for? Of course I'm paying." He said, exaggerating his tone.

“One sec, let me check with Dean to see if he wants anything- and before you poke fun at me, it’s my job” She warned Sam, who already had his mouth open at the mention of Dean.

She turned on her heels, walking out of her office with Sam on her tail, strutting over to Dean’s office door. She stood outside his office door, gently rapping her knuckles against the door, Y/N then pushed the door open.

“Hey Dean, Me and Sam are going to go get lunch. Do you want anything?” Y/N peered her head through his door. Looking like the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, Dean was sitting behind his large mahogany desk, the very portrait of rugged good looks and professionalism.

He looked up from his work, his jade eyes landing on her, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw her. "Depends, are you buying?" He replied, a playful note in his voice.

She could feel her breath hitch in her throat, her eyes scanning his physique, but she quickly schooled the act. “Definitely” She smirked, she could see Sam from her peripheral view, making mock kissy faces and gagging noises. Luckily, Dean was out of earshot and eyeshot.

Dean chuckled at Y/N's response, shaking his head in amusement at her cheeky attitude. He leaned back in his chair, “I’m kidding doll, just get me my usual and a cup of coffee” Dean chuckled, twisting to his side in his chair to fish out his wallet from his front pocket.

He pulled out a 20 dollar bill, and held it out to her. “You still remember my usual, right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam let out a low whistle from behind Y/N, watching the exchange between the two with fascination.

Y/N flipped Sam off before behind the door which was still blocking half her body, “Quinoa salad, loaded with dressing, extra chicken and bacon with a side of kale chips” She repeated the order that was instilled in her head from day one with a playful eye roll. “And it’s on me, put that away” She insisted before closing the door.

Dean chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her repeat his usual order without even batting an eye. He didn't even get a chance to argue about her paying. Shaking his head in disbelief, he reluctantly tucked the 20 back into his wallet.

Sam and Y/N strolled into the nearby café, both of them taking a seat at a table near the corner of the room, waiting for their orders to be ready. Sam immediately leaned back in his chair, eyeing Y/N with a sly grin on his face.

"Alright, spill. What's happening between you and the boss man?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sam rolled his eyes at her reply, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, sure. I totally believe that. You've only been swooning over the guy for like, a month, now" He deadpanned, leaning forward on the table, his chin cupped in his palms.

“First of all, fuck you.” She glared at him. “Second of all, enough about me. How’s Jo?” Y/N grinned widely. Jo is Sam’s longtime girlfriend and now fiancé. She was originally one of Y/N’s friends on her old cheer squad. When Sam and Y/N became friends, the freshman Jo developed a crush on Sam who was a junior at the time.

So when she joined the cheer squad, she voiced her crush on Sam to Y/N, who was of course very happy to hook the two up. Sam was initially hesitant since Jo was a freshman but the two grew to love each other. One thing led to another, and now they’re engaged. Jo was currently attending Ohio State, majoring Retail and Fashion Merchandising and she was in her last year.

Sam rolled his eyes at her comment, a smirk on his lips. "You just love to bring her up whenever I bother you, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair. "And I'm not the focus of this conversation, I'm tryna get something out of you"

But his expression softened at the mention of his fiancé, a lovesick grin spread on to his face. "She's doing great, thanks. Even though we live together, I miss her like hell, she's busy with school and I'm stuck in that damn cubicle working my ass off."

“Awww, you guys are sickeningly cute” Y/N teased, playfully grimacing. Sam chuckled, shaking his head in mock annoyance. "Har har, very funny. Someone's just salty because they're pining after our boss." He retorted, sticking his tongue out at her. Before Y/N could respond, the cashier called out to her. “Order for L/N”

"Finally!" Sam exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in mock excitement. Y/N got up from her seat, walking over to the counter, the smell of food wafting through her nostrils. The café had a homey feel to it, giving off a cozy vibe and putting her at ease the second she entered the cafe.

When the order was handed to her, she thanked the waiter and made her way back to the table, placing the bag down on the tabletop. “Let’s eat in my office, yeah?” She suggested to Sam after placing his food down infront of him. "Yeah, sure." Sam agreed, picking up his sandwich.

The two of them walked out of the café, heading back to the office building. Y/N took the elevator up to their floor, with Sam behind her. They headed down the hallway towards Y/N’s office, making casual chit chat. “Go wait for me, I’m just gonna drop this off for Dean” She said casually.

Y/N knocked on Dean’s office door, pushing it open when she heard a soft “Come in” from the other side of the door. Pushing the office door open, she walked in, seeing him sitting behind his desk, leaning over some important looking paperwork, his usual stoic expression on his face.

“Order up” Y/N mused, stalking over to his desk to drop the bag with the salad, chips and his cup of coffee down. As she placed the bag down, he looked up from his work. A small smile tugged at his lips when he saw her. “Thanks doll” He said, closing his laptop, his work temporarily pushed to the side.

He reached into the bag, pulling out the salad and the cup of coffee. He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste of caffeine hitting his tongue, and he let out a content sigh. "Perfect" He said, his jade eyes flickering back up to her.

“I know I am” She quipped, flashing him a sly wink before turning on her heels. “Call me if you need anything” She said over her shoulder, and with that, she left, making her way to her office to meet up with Sam.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, watching her leave his office, her hips swaying as she walked out the door. He couldn’t help the way his eyes lingered on her as she walked out, but he quickly brought his attention back to his food.

He picked up his fork, twirling it in the salad, and took a bite, a satisfied hum escaping his lips. For a moment, he had forgotten all about work.

Y/N walked back into her office and closed the door behind her. Sam was already sitting on her sofa, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand, phone in the other. He looked up from his phone as she walked in, an amused smirk on his face.

“Shut it” Y/N snapped playfully, pointing a finger at him as she paced over to the couch, settling next to him. Sam immediately put on a mock offended face, clutching his hand to his chest. "I didn't even say anything!” He protested, feigning innocence.

“Blah blah blah” She mused, opening up her food box. “So, have you and Jo set a date yet?” Y/N asked curiously, referring to Sam and Jo’s wedding. Sam took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly while he thought about her question.

He swallowed before answering. “We’re aiming for sometime in the summer. Maybe late June or early July since she’ll be finished with college by then” He replied, an excited expression on his face at the thought of marrying his long-time girlfriend.

“I like that idea, I suppose her old man doesn’t mind paying for the whole shindig” Y/N quipped, rolling her eyes at the thought of Jo’s dad, Bill Harvelle. The man was filthy stinking rich but didn’t have time for his family, preferring to throw money at his problems as if it’ll dissolve anything.

Sam chuckled, knowing that Y/N and Jo's dad didn't see eye to eye. "Yeah, you know he doesn't mind throwing money at anything. Even if it means buying Jo's love." He said, giving a small eye-roll of his own. He knew that Y/N and Bill had clashed a few times in the past, mostly over how he treated his daughter, and it always led to heated discussions.

“Once you and Jo are happy, that’s all that matters” She assured him with a small smile, a twinkle of mischief playing in her eyes. “Just know, as the maid of honor, I am so getting her wasted” She snorted.

Sam let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head in amusement. "Oh, I don't doubt that for one second" He chuckled, knowing that Y/N was going to go all out for the bachelorette party. "Just make sure she doesn't end up stripping on a table or something" He joked, a sparkle gleaming in his eyes.

“Have you met us? I’m gonna be stripping besides her” She quipped. A laugh erupted from Sam's lips, almost spitting out a mouthful of drink. He quickly composed himself, his face contorting in disgust. “Oh, god EW! Get that image out of my head” He groaned, blinking rapidly.

The thought of a naked Y/N made his stomach churn, and not in a good way, it’s like seeing his sister naked. Ew. Y/N cackled maniacally, watching Sam's reaction. "You're such a baby" She teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he pretended to gag.

Y/N’s expression softened at the mention of her brother. "He’s alright. He’s got exams coming up soon, so he's been cooped up in his room studying 24/7." She chuckled softly, her lips curving into a small smile. "He’s a little bundle of energy, though. Always got me on my toes. Got me driving him to football practice every weekend"

"He’s growing up way too fast." She continued, sighing wistfully. "Just the other day he was begging me to carry him around on my shoulders, and now he’s six foot and beating me in races." Sam chuckled, thinking about how much Billy had grown over the years.

He remembered the first time he met the boy, a shy little 7-year-old who hid behind his sister when strangers approached. But now he was a teenager, playing football and causing havoc.

“He's definitely gonna be a heartbreaker" Sam teased, a playful grin on his lips. “Oh, God. EW! Get that image out of my head!” Y/N groaned at the thought. "Aha! Now you know how I felt when you talked about stripping on a table" Sam shot back, a smug grin on his face. Y/N rubbed her temples, shooting her best friend a glare.

As the work day came to a close, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows through the windows of the office building. Y/N was still working diligently at her desk, tidying up some last-minute paperwork.

Sam had already left a while back, heading off to meet Jo for a date. Y/N let out a soft sigh, taking a moment to stretch her stiffened muscles as she sat back in her chair, her eyes wandering across the empty office.

She glanced down at the time, noticing it was well past her usual working hours. She found herself wondering if her boss had gone home. He was known for coming in early and leaving late, but she was hoping he’d finally called it quits for the day.

-

Meanwhile, in his office, Dean sat behind his messy desk, papers scattered everywhere amongst a few empty coffee cups. He had been working nonstop for hours, his eyes strained from staring at the computer screen for so long.

He let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, his body aching in protest. He knew he should probably call it a day and go home, but he still had so much work left to do. His gaze flickered over to his cell phone, the time flashing on the screen: 7:40pm.

He cursed under his breath, knowing that it was well past his working hours. Again.

So with that, he packed up his things. With his cell phone and his files in hand, Dean stood up from his desk with a groan, feeling the ache in his back and legs from sitting too long. He reached his arms out above his head and stretched, feeling the satisfying pop and crack of his joints.

He took one last glance around his messy office before switching off the lights and closing the door behind him.

The sound of heels clicking towards him made his head snap in the direction, his eyes now focused on Y/N, her head buried in her phone. Texting her brother to make sure he got home safe, Billy informed her that he was safe, having gotten a ride home from one of his friends. She told him to get a pizza for them for dinner since it’s late.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Dean's mouth as he watched her approach, her eyes transfixed on her phone screen, completely oblivious to his presence. He stayed silent, observing her for a moment, his gaze lingering on her figure and the way her hips swayed as she walked. Eventually, he cleared his throat to catch her attention.

“Shit!” She gasped startled, placing a hand to her chest. Her gaze snapping up to him. “Don’t do that, I almost took out my taser” She huffed. Dean chuckled, his amusement evident at her reaction. "My apologies for nearly getting tased" He said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't mean to scare you, doll"

He took a moment to study her, noting the way her chest was heaving slightly from the shock. His eyes lingered on her figure for a moment before meeting hers again.

“What are you still doing here?” Y/N asked concerned, the two now walking side by side to the elevator. "I could ask you the same thing" He replied casually, glancing over at her as they made their way towards the elevator. He noticed the subtle tiredness in her eyes, probably exhausted from the work she had been doing.

As they reached the elevator, he pressed the button to call it down and leaned back against the wall, watching her closely. "But to answer your question..." He began, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I couldn't find it in me to leave just yet. Too much work to do"

The elevator finally arrived, and the doors slid open with a ding. He gestured for her to enter before following after her. “What a gentleman” She teased, playfully bowing before entering the elevator.

"I try my best" He said, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he followed after her, entering the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor. He stood next to her, his gaze fixed on her as the elevator began descending.

He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, watching her closely, taking advantage of the chance to admire her without her noticing. “How was your day?” Y/N broke through the silence, making small talk.

"Long, but productive." Dean replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I closed a few deals and managed to get a few things off my to-do list, so can't really complain. You?"

He looked over at her, noticing how the soft glow of the elevator lights illuminated her face and made her look even more beautiful than usual. Y/N took her time admiring the handsome devil, her eyes tracing his jawline, taking in how even after a long day, his suit remained crisp as if it were just ironed.

“About the same for me, I sent those emails for you and booked your flight and hotel for your trip this weekend” She shrugged. "Oh, right. Thanks for that." Dean's mind flickered back to the upcoming business trip he had to make this weekend. He had a few meetings scheduled with potential clients that he was hoping to win over.

He let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not looking forward to it though. I hate traveling for work" He admitted, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his lips. “Really? I always thought it would be like a mini vacation” Y/N tilted her head.

"Sometimes, but not always." He explained, shrugging his shoulders. "You spend most of the time either in meetings or cooped up in a hotel room. It can get pretty boring and lonely sometimes. Plus dealing with time zones and jet lag is a pain in the ass."

“When you put it like that, I can’t blame you” She frowned, understanding how difficult it must be. “But I’m sure when you get back home to your partner, you’re happier than ever” She added with a fake smile.

Dean's expression flattened at her mention of his "partner." It was a sensitive subject, one that he preferred to keep private. But he knew that he couldn't hide it forever, especially not from his very observant secretary.

He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "I'm actually, uh, not seeing anyone right now" He said, his voice gruff as he looked away from her.

Y/N's expression softened, her heart sinking slightly at his admission. She had always assumed that a man like him would be happily married by now, what with how successful and attractive he was. But hearing him say that he was single, it made her feel a pang of something she couldn't quite place.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, I just assumed—"

"It's alright" Dean quickly cut her off, waving off her apology. He knew she didn't mean any harm by her assumption, but it still stung a bit to think about the lack of a significant other in his life.

He ran a hand through his hair again, feeling a little uneasy. "I've just been so focused on my career lately, it's been hard for me to make time for dating" He explained, his voice low.

“Oh you don’t have to tell me twice, we’re on the same boat there man” She chuckled, trying to ease the situation as the elevator dinged, indicating they were now at the basement level. The elevator door slid open, revealing the parking lot below ground level.

"Oh yeah?" Dean looked over at her, a hint of surprise on his face. He hadn't expected her to be single as well. He didn't know much about her personal life.

As they stepped out of the elevator and into the basement parking lot, his eyes scanned across the mostly empty lot, looking for his car. "You're not seeing anyone either?" he asked casually, feigning nonchalance.

“When you’re raising a young boy and working full time. You don’t have much time to mingle” Y/N snorted, pacing to her car, which was coincidentally parked next to Dean’s. "I can imagine" He chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he followed her to their parked cars.

He couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked, and he had to force himself to look away, reminding himself that she was his employee, and he was her boss. "Being a single parent must be tough," he commented, watching as she unlocked her car.

“Woah, how old do you think I am?!” Y/N tossed her head back laughing. Dean blushed, immediately realizing his mistake. "Oh crap, I didn't mean—"

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little dumb. "I just assumed... sorry, I didn't mean to make any assumptions.."

He felt his heart skip a beat as she laughed, the sound filling the empty parking lot. He was still watching her, his gaze following her every move. "So, if you're not a single parent... then who are you raising?" He asked curiously.

“My brother” Y/N was in a fit of laughter, “He’s 16” She added between laughs. “Oh my god” She giggled, wiping away a strand of tears.

Dean rubbed his forehead, groaning internally at his massive blunder. He felt stupid for assuming that she was a single mother, but at the same time, he was a bit relieved that she wasn't. You couldn’t blame him for assuming by the way she phrased it.

He exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding in, running a hand through his hair again. "God, I'm such an idiot. I can't believe I said that" He said, cursing himself for being so presumptuous.

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s my fault for phrasing it that way” Y/N assured him, opening her back door to toss her satchel in. Dean nodded, glad that she was taking it lightly and not holding anything against him. He watched as she tossed her satchel into the back seat, his eyes lingering on her figure for a few seconds longer than he should have.

He needed to stop staring.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Y/N said a bit timidly, biting her lip to stop herself from ogling Dean. Dean snapped out of his trance, realizing that he had been staring for way too long. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, doll" He replied, his voice a bit huskier than usual. He forced himself to turn away from her and walked over towards his car, trying not to look back as he got in. “Nice ride by the way,” He called out after rolling down his window.

Y/N smirked proudly, starting up her engine. “Thanks, Jas is my pride and joy.” She smiled, caressing her staring wheel. “Love the silver by the way” She shot back, gesturing to his Toyota before peeling out of her parking spot. Honking her horn twice, and with that, she was off.

Dean chuckled, watching her drive off with a smirk on his face. He couldn’t help but admire her spirit, and the way she handled herself. He shook his head, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. “Dammit!” He muttered under his breath, starting up his own engine. He needed to get her out of his head already.

Y/N gripped the steering wheel tightly, her heart still racing from her interaction with her boss. She couldn't believe he had assumed she was a single mom, and she had found it funny, but at the same time, it bothered her. Did she really look that old? Or was he just asking because he was curious about her, the same way she was curious about him?

Her mind began to race, thinking about him, his tall and muscular figure, the sharp cut of his suit, and the way his emerald eyes had looked at her with both surprise and embarrassment. She exhaled a shaky breath, feeling a little warm at the memory.

“Get it together, chick” Y/N muttered to herself, gathering her thoughts and pushing them away from Dean. Y/N tried to push the thoughts of her boss from her mind, but they crept back in again and with a vengeance.

She found herself wondering what he looked like underneath those expensive suits he wore. Was he as muscular as he appeared to be or was he just a lean build? What did his hair look like without being so neatly gelled? Was it messy and ruffled? She wanted to find out so badly, and that scared her.

“Son of a-!” She was so immersed in her thoughts, she almost hit a dog on the main road. "Jesus!" Y/N swerved out of the way, barely avoiding the innocent canine. She swore under her breath, her heart racing a mile a minute as adrenaline coursed through her body.

She pulled over onto the side of the road, bringing her car to a stop as she caught her breath. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, as her hands trembled from the near-miss.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady her shaking hands, as she took a few more deep breaths. But her thoughts immediately went back to Dean, and how she nearly just hit a dog because she was picturing her boss.

She groaned, leaning her head back against the headrest. This was getting out of hand.

Authors Note: Ouuu, tension tension tension. Hope everyone liked!🥰Quick disclaimer, next chapter is gonna be a time skip.

Xoxo

[wrr000]

＂ｍａｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｇｏｌｄ＂

- Heimdall short about braiding his hair, this idea has been in fandom for a quite time

Summary: gender neutral reader, reader is simping, Heimdall is chilling

Warnings: very short, bad English

"It wasn't a request. I'm telling that you will do it", Heimdall said, not even looking at you.

He took a chair and moved it, sitting with his back to you. It doesn't seem like he would take a "no" as an answer.

You were standing right behind him, still in a little shock.

"Wha- But, you really want me to do this?", it sounded stupid, but you had to be sure.

"Don't make me repeat myself..." he spat, visibly irritated.

That felt weird. Really weird. You even suspected a some kind of trick, but no, you knew he was serious. Besides, if he was really planning something, he would done it openly. This guy would announce that you're going to die.

Yet you couldn't help, but just felt embarrassment coming from him. A cocky God like him asking you, someone far below for braiding his hair? But he just did and it got you surprisingly excited.

"Aren't you scared that I will.. Do something. My hands will be close to your eyes...", you chuckle, taking a step forward.

He tilted his head slightly back to look at you, messy strand of hair fell on his face, "Try your luck, sunshine, but I will feed to Gulltoppr".

So cold. You sighed deeply. He sure struggled at this moment. Always ready to insult you in the most savage, but fancy way thinking that he is so funny, yet couldn't take a little tease at this very moment. What a shame.

It got you even more excited. You giggle in mind. You find something cute in this situation. Maybe it was him trying to act so unphased or that from all people from Asgard he chose you.

Wait. Did you just thought he was cute? And you actually wanted to do him a favor? Damn. Even in moment of his weakness he's catching you off guard.

But let's be honest, his hair were always so perfect and well-groomed. Blond and shiny like gold. Always out of your reach. You were so curious about them. No wonder you felt like a child in candy store.

"Fine, I will do it", you tried to hide your enthusiasm. "You are in good hands".

"Be useful for once", he shut down your positivity.

Without reply you got right into your task. You touched his hair. So soft! And thick, and healthy, and woah! You were amazed. Those were really a God's hair. You could touch them all day!

You started to braid them and you lost yourself in thoughts. This morning you saw him without his usual hairstyle. Heimdall walked into your place with loose hair. He didn't tied them in a ponytail, he just let them fell on his face. He... Screw this, yes, this idiot looked quite handsome.

You realized that you didn't ask him why he came to you. This was his hairstyle for years, why he needs you to do it today? Did his usual person couldn't? You thought about Sif, but you wasn't sure if she'd really wanted to have something to do with this guy besides work for Odin.

You slap yourself in mind. Thinking too much in presence of Heimdall wasn't the best idea. But then it hits you. He hasn't said a word.

You focused so much that you didn't notice how quiet he was. No comment about your hand slipping a few times, nothing about you messed up two braids. Complete silence.

You looked at his shoulders. They seem'd to be pretty relaxed. Were he... sleeping?! You wanted to take a quick look at his face, bo you didn't dare. You enjoyed your peace. But he had to be asleep! You smirked. For some reason it felt good knowing that he is so relaxed and chill around you (at least for now).

Time flies and in a blink of an eye you had finished your work. You smiled, hot red on your face. You were proud of yourself beacuse it looked good. Fine piece of work.

"Aaaaand done!", you laugh, placing your both hands on your hips.

After a moment Heimdall get up, looking straight into your bright eyes. You knew he wanted to immediately read your mind, but you had nothing to hide besides the truth!

"Don't flatter yourself", he said as his face turned a little red. You knew he read it all. He carefuly touched his hair, checking up your work.

"I must say, you finally did something good, I'm happy for your progress", you could feel the irony in his voice, but you didn't care. You were still smiling, admiring your own work... or maybe him too. He looked as good as always.

"And don't count on any payment", you didn't at all. Hard to admit, but you did it with pleasure. And he knew that for sure, "Maybe I will treat you a fine drink tonight, but only if I will be in a good mood".

You shake your head. Your heart was beating faster than usual. What was happening to you? Stay calm, please.

He turned and started walking towards the door. You had to admit-- it was quite-

"-enjoyable", Heimdall thought, starting his daily patrol on the wall.

[fictionalmenxyn]

College Life, pt.2

(College student!rugby player!Ghost x college student!art student!Y/n)

Summary: Y/n shears a dorm room/apartment with the one and only Ghost one of the top three best players in rugby. Although he’s quiet he’s quite popular and well known, you aren’t so much. You two have been very close since Ghost made the first move but does Ghost what to take things further?

Tw: contact sport (no injuries) and I don’t think there are anymore but if they are plz let me know by a message <3

Idk maybe a part three like last time depends if I can fit it. Also if f/n pops up I mean it as friends name :)

It’s currently third lesson, you are walking with your friend, f/n. You both had the same lesson together which was history. As you both walked in and sat in your usual spots you both pulled out your folders and started to work considering you were doing your coursework. You were chatting and working as time went on; about halfway through the lesson there was a knock at the door. You didn’t bother looking since you were going to loose the sentence you had thought about and if you didn’t finish that sentence you’d forget (relatable irl). You placed the pen on the paper as you dotted a full stop to finish said sentence. Then you had heard your name be called. You looked over to see Ghost next to your teacher; you spoke “yes, miss?” She replied “Ghost needs you a minute” you looked over to him and got out of your chair and started to walk towards the two. Once you two stepped foot outside the classroom and shut the door he spoke “can I ask you a favour?” You politely asked “what is the favour?” He answered “since I know your really good at drawing and like really good at it. I told my coach about your drawings and he has asked if you could maybe draw us a new team badge?” You smiled at the fact he had told someone about you and your art as that was your best quality. You spoke “is there a specific day I need to do it by?” He responded “uhh about two weeks time?” You nodded and spoke “I can do that, I just need to know what he wants to be on the badge and what style he wants it” Ghost nodded and spoke “if you meet me at mr.James room at lunch he’ll probably write a list or something” you smiled and nodded. Surprisingly he had pulled you into a hug and spoke “thanks Y/n/n. This means so much” you spoke happily “glad to help, and thanks for the hug. Didn’t expect you to do that” you both chuckled and he spoke “well.. I’ll see you later, eh?” You nodded and watched him walk down the corridor (hallway). You went back into class and over to your f/n to continue doing your work. They had asked what he wanted so you told them and they smiled knowing if you two were together it would be a perfect match. Sometime later, the bell went and now it was fourth lesson and the lesson was maths. Walking in you saw the usual smart ones already there, which was nothing new. You sat in your seat knowing you were on your own, due to your other friend being off from illness. Grabbing your book you placed it on the table. But in the corner of your eye you saw someone sat next to you; looking to your left you saw Ghost. You spoke “so your sitting by me today?” He jokingly said “do you not want me to?” He chuckled while you spoke “yes.. well, I’m just wondering because I thought you’d sit with your friends?” He once again chuckled and spoke “well they can sit on the desk in front and next to me, if you don’t mind?” You spoke “not at all, I’m friends with most” little did you know he actually smiled under his mask. Now working, your pen had seemed to run out. You mumbled to yourself “damn it” Ghost placed a pen on your book and spoke “here have my spare one” you smiled and thanked him. Gosh your falling for him hard you thought, you also thought about how most people were intimidated by him but he never was like that to you through your eyes. Once you had finished all your work you checked to see if Ghost was done and he had just finished. You spoke “after lunch I’m going home” he looked down at you since there was a height difference. He spoke “ok” you asked “want me to make you something or get you anything from the shop?” He shook his head and replied “no thanks” you nodded and turned to face the front again. You watched and listened the boys talking about random topics and joined in on a few when they asked for your opinion or thoughts. After that the bell had rang and you grabbed your bag and followed Ghost as you both went to Mr.James room. Once you both got there Ghost knocked on the door and waited to be beckoned in. You and Ghost stood by the teachers desk as he wrote a quick list of things to be added to the badge. Then you went home…

Hope you enjoyed!

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Have a good day/night! 🫶

[femme4ngel]

If your requests are open could you write Erling Haaland x hairstylist reader

Reader making a video of washing his hair (in the salon) and he tries moving his head so she pulls him by the hair back. Maybe in the background of the video you hear her voice "just a reminder i.do.not do this to my clients I'm kinda dating him and he did annoy me a lot this weekend"

-🍷

i kinda took it to a different direction im sorry 😭hope u still like it tho mwah

~ erling haaland x hairdresser reader

it was media day, everyone running around the place, photographers, makeup artists and the players of course. you yawned as you sat down for a second, you just did half of the teams hair, you felt exhausted. it took you a good two hours, styling everyone, working together with the cameramen, the makeup artists, it was a mess. ( plus jack kept complaining about the amount of gel you used.. in the end you let him drench his hair in it just so he would leave your chair) you yawn in the chair, rubbing your eyes, trying to get some strength into yourself when out of nowhere you feel hands on your shoulders. you know its him without looking around, you can smell his cologne and the way his finger’s slowly massage your back is way too familiar.

“ are you tired baby?”- he asks, leaning close, his chest pressing against your back, his lips dangerously close to your neck. you get goosebumps from his presence, how tall and huge he is, how he stands behind you.

“mhm..”- you stand up from your chair, facing him with a blush and a smile on your face.

“ is it your turn to get your hair done or are you just trying to distract me erling?”

“its my turn promise!” - he looks at you shocked, his brows furrowed, why would you assume he’s there to mess around with you?.. distracting you? oh he never would do such thing..

you hum as a response and push him down into the chair. his hair is beautiful but its getting so weak from him tying it up all the time.. you brush it out, running your fingers through it.

“ erling. i have a crazy idea.”- you look at him in the mirror, with a huge grin.

“ oh oh. and what’s your idea”?- he looks at you in the mirror, his eyes sparkling from the curiosity.

“ will you let me braid your hair? you know like i did on friday, but i would put some hair oil in it now.. and and it will look so good trust me! i think it will go with the new jersey so much more than a bun..! you look so good in that jersey….”

you can see it on his face that you already convinced him, he loves wearing his hair in braids, and he trusts you with it totally. ( plus that comment of him looking good in the new jersey gave him such an ego boost, he wouldn’t let you do anything else with his hair) he nods enthusiastically, staring at you and your eyes, he’s mesmerized.

“mhm okay braids it is” - you say, leaning closer to him, acting like your brushing through his locks, and quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek. he lights up, his face turning bright red. you smile coyly to yourself, you love the effect you have on him. you get back to his hair, brushing it again, then grabbing some hair ties as you get to braiding. you decide on two strands of dutch styled braids and everything is going smoothly and well until erling starts hissing.

“ouch ouch, y/n your hurting mee, you keep pulling on my scalp” - he complains, sulking in the chair.

“ i’m not pulling! just tilt your head back more!”- to these demands ( the himbo he is) he manages to tilt his head forwards, getting completely out of your hands.

“ oh god”- u sigh, taking his head into your hands and directing him towards the angle you need him in.

“ oh damn, i think my hair is actually fine as it is”- you hear as kevin enters the room, his snarky comment making you blush and the camera crew bust out laughing.

your embarrassed, you almost forgot how many people and cameras are around you.

“ i didn’t.. its okay, trust me he’s the only one getting rough treatment, cuz he doesn’t know the difference between forward and backwards!”- your explanation gets erling to spin around in the chair, looking at you with his mouth open.

“ no i know! i was just escaping you and your hair pulling! i swear i know the difference! - he looks around upset, hoping that he convinced the crew of his knowledge of positions.

“mhm okay okay sure.. whatever please lay back now i have to do your hair”- you roll your eyes, softly pushing him back into the chair, ignoring the giggling around the room.

(…)

his hair of course ends up gorgeous, and it holds together so nicely (thanks to your talent) that he wears his hair in the braids at tomorrow’s training.

[wlw-webcomic-bracket]

Today:

I wake up at three in the morning to go to the airport

I got two hours of sleep because I make good life choices

I’m in the last boarding group so I have to courtesy check my suitcase

Ten minutes later I have a moment of utter panic because I can’t find my suitcase

In my defense it is extremely morning and I got two hours of sleep

Flight itself is mostly uneventful

However:

Apparently we landed just ahead of a nasty storm

The pilot says all the planes behind us were probably getting diverted to other airports

Man I really dodged a bullet

Sure my flight to Kansas City is probably delayed but there’s some slack in my schedule, I can manage

My flight to Kansas City is not delayed

It is cancelled

Fuck

If I reschedule online I can’t get to Kansas City until tomorrow

Tomorrow *night*, specifically

I mean technically I could go to Chicago and then back to Kansas City and get there at 8 or so but that seems way too convoluted and anyway it’s too late to make the connection

Wait a second

I am not actually going to Kansas City

I am going to a tiny campground in the middle of nowhere

I am just meeting friends in Kansas City because it’s on the way

I could go to other places

Briefly consider renting a car to just drive from Dallas to the camp site

There is a flash flood warning

Also: two hours of sleep

Never mind definitely not doing that

I stand in line for one hour and fifty-five minutes to talk to a person

The people just ahead of me in line are dealing with their second cancelled flight in two days across two different airports

Damn that sucks

The airline books me on an afternoon flight to Springfield

If the camp site is in the middle of nowhere then Springfield would be the edge of nowhere

Friends make arrangements to get me picked up

At this point I am exhausted and my feet hurt and my phone’s battery is nearly dead

I get to my gate and collapse in a chair

Text from the airline:

The flight to Springfield is cancelled

I was booked for less than an hour

Maybe the planes behind mine are the ones that dodged a bullet

I get in another line

By now I have been in the airport for five and a half hours and I’ve been standing for five of them

At least the line is shorter this time

Agent says there are no open seats on flights to Springfield for the rest of the evening

But he spends a minute refreshing to see if an opening comes up

An opening comes up

In first class

(I’ve never flown first class before)

At PRECISELY the same moment I get a text from my partner

Trump is convicted on all counts

You know what

I take it back

Today doesn’t entirely suck

I don’t even mind when that flight is delayed two hours too

More time to nap and watch the gundam lesbians show

(Holy shit that’s some intense tonal whiplash at the end of the first season)

(So good)

Am I forgetting something?

No

Probably not

I get on the flight

My three hour layover took twelve hours

Goodbye Dallas I’ll see you in hell (Dallas)

Land in Springfield just after midnight

My suitcase is in Kansas City

[shelby-fangirl00]

1919-Part Six

 Hellooooo :) This chapter is a bit of...vanilla smut? lol I wanted Tommy to be soft with Jas for the first time tehe :) Let me know what you think!!!       

Warnings: smut   (MINORS DNI)

word count: 5741      

‘How’s married life treating ya?’ I smiled at Esme, who was sitting across from me at one of the empty tables in the betting shop connected to the house. It was the end of the day and all the men had cleared out to the Pubs. 

Esme had been staying with us for about a week now. Soon, John and her would be set up in a house. For the next couple of weeks, they’d still be with us. I was enjoying her company quite a lot. She would drink all of our men under the table and wasn’t afraid to give her two cents about business the boys were involved in. 

I admired this about her. I was different from her in that way. I didn’t give a shit about any of the business the boys got involved with. After all of these years around the Shelby’s, I’ve learned that the less I know, the better.

All I cared about was the family, they were what I wanted to protect. 

‘Oh, it’s treating me very well, Jasmine. I can barely stan’up in the mornin’s.’ He’s like a damn dog! Fucker can’t stop humpin.’ She giggled out and gave me a soft smile. 

‘I wouldn’t see a better way to spend the first week’of marriage, yeh? I chuckled, leaning back against the wooden chair, crossing my legs. 

‘Jasmine… do ya miss livin with gypsy folk? She almost whispered out, slightly leaning over the table now.

Her big brown eyes peered into mine with the most longing look on her face. 

I studied her for a moment and sighed. I knew this would happen. 

‘I do live with gypsy folk, Esme.’ 

‘Ya know what I mean. Living out in the countryside with ya family. I’ve neva lived in a place with so many brick walls surroundin me.’ She said shyly, dropping her head down towards her lap. She almost seemed ashamed of herself for saying it out loud.  

I grabbed her hands from across the table and peered at her with the most compassion and sincerity. 

‘Listen, I long for it…quite a lot of the time actually. Life doesn’t always pan out like ya’d think. But we will always have a home out there, it aint goin any where.’

 I looked behind my shoulder to see if anyone was listening. I lowered my voice to a whisper. 

‘And someday…if we play our cards right, we will return. But for now, this is our future, and the future is good, love. Just be patient. John loves ya, that’s what really matters, yeh?’ I said to her. 

She gave me a soft smile and a quiet nod. She had tears welling up in her eyes. 

‘Oh, love…’ I started to walk around the table to embrace her. She felt like a little sister to me already. Her skin was warm pressed against mine and I could feel her racing heart through her chest. 

I rubbed her back gently and she rested her head onto my shoulder. I stood there holding her for a few moments, knowing that this was sometimes just what people needed, rather than talking. She was still a sweet little girl at heart who needed a woman in her life now that her mother wasn’t around as much. I wanted to be that for her. 

‘Ladies, how are we?’ Tommy coughed out as he strutted into the betting shop. He’d been gone most of the day doing God knows what. 

I looked up at him as Esme was still hugging me. 

He stared at me as to ask if everything was alright. 

I gave him a look back, telling him with my eyes that she was fine. 

‘Just fine, Tom. How’d the day treat ya?’ I asked him, releasing Esme with a squeeze to the shoulders. She quickly wiped her face and turned to busy her eyes with anything other than Tom’s gaze. 

‘I’ve had worse days’ is all he gave me as a response, avoiding my eyes. 

I couldn’t help but to wonder if he had a boring day with boring business men or if he had visited Lizzie during his day away. 

I was getting so many mixed signals from Tommy. We haven’t talked about what was going on between us, but he sometimes seemed interested. Other times though, he seemed…distant, like he was trying to avoid me. It was so hot and cold. 

One day, he would ask me to go to the stables with him or have a drink. The next day, he wouldn’t even look in my direction. 

‘Right, Esme, I do believe I promised John that you’d meet him at the Pub soon. Want me to walk with ya?’

Her face brightend up a bit at this. 

‘See ya, Tom.’ I said to him curtly, walking past him with Esme by my side. If he was going to mess with my head, I would just stop giving him any attention at all. 

                                                  ---

I was sitting at the bar, cranng my neck to view John and Esme, who were cuddling up in one of the large red booths across from me. 

I watched as they laughed and then talked seriously at certain moments. They looked at each other with such comfort and longing. They complimented each other so well it nearly made me sick. 

Turning back around, I stared into my half empty glass. 

I was furious with the person I had become. I never wanted to be a woman so consumed by the heartbreaking feeling of longing for an unattainable man. I decided that he had become unattainable to me, at least.

I never liked the type of girls that they wrote about in books or the girls in Small Heath who would do anything just to be loved or wanted by a man. Of course, it is nice to be wanted, but it all seemed only achievable inside of those story books. My body betrays me more and more the longer I am around Tommy. I was completely consumed by this indescribable feeling. 

I get through my days, doing the same things, taking care of Finn or spending time with Curly and Gleam.

But the center of my mind is where he resides. He is always there with me, taunting me with his soft, large hands; The way he held a cigarette between his fingers and draws it from his lips. 

The way he enters a room, and everyone straightens their backs, even me. He holds the entire room up with his large presence. 

His eyes held a power of their own, separate from Tommy completely. It was like they had a little magic inside of them, giving them the ability to intimidate, to bring people at ease, to seduce. 

Just the way he opened his mouth and talked, which I wish he would do more of. The pronunciation of his words; cold and collected, but also making you intrigued with thoughts like whats his angle?

Then I thought of the parts I hadn’t seen in a very long time that must be different now. He had a smaller frame when I was in his bed. He was a tender lover back then and was careful with me. He moved slower.

Now, I’m not so sure what he was. His shoulders seemed broader in his shirts, less fragile now. I wondered if he was still tender…though, I doubted it. Everything else had changed about him, so why wouldn’t have this?

I hated the feeling of being so lonely and only wanting one other person to fill the emptiness in me…but I don’t think that person exists anymore. How is it possible to want something so bad that doesn’t even exists now? 

I didn’t understand how I could still feel empty inside when I was surrounded by so much love. I was so greatful for my life and it was shameful the way I was feeling. 

‘Oh, come on, talk to me.’ Polly said as she took a seat on the bar stool next to me. She crossed her bare legs and faced me, leaning her elbows onto the bar. 

I stared at her for a few seconds, becoming emotional knowing that it was now obvious the way I was feeling, at least to Pol. She knew me too well.

‘I…I don’t even know what to say Pol.’ I sighed out, looking down into my lap. 

She stared me down, giving me that signitaure smirk she liked to give people when she had them figured out. 

Tears started to pool in my eyes and my lips started to quiver, trying to reel my tears back inside. The face of the woman who saved me from myself. Took responsibility for me after mum died, and taught me so much in just half a year. Taught me things my mother was too far gone to teach me herself. 

I shattered under her gaze, the water in my eyes pushing past my lids, wetting my hot red cheeks. 

She just sighed loudly, grabbing my hand in hers gently. 

‘I love you and I love my life here. I love it still, even with the boys here. Fuck, I don’t know! Everything is so complicated now. I was fine without them here and now--’

‘Without HIM��here, you mean?’ She corrected me.  

‘Yes, without him here! I was ok and me fuckin head wasn’t all…. mushed-up, ya know? I hate that my mind is occupied by a bloody man.’ I spat out, my voice low as if someone was listening in.                       

Polly just laughed and shook her head as she took a drag from her cigarette. 

‘For Christs sake love, you’re neglecting yourself! Ya have needs, do ya not?’ He laughed out.

I rolled my eyes at this. I knew what she was hinting at.

‘Pol, that’s the fucking problem! If I could, I would. But, its fucking Tom, Pol. It took me long enough to get over him when he left and now...I crumbled at the first sight of him. I don’t want anyone else now. I think the fucka’ cursed me.’

‘I wouldn’t put it past him, can’t imagine he’d like to share.’ 

She paused and studied me. 

‘I know ya don’t want to hear it, but hes not the same man. But it doesn’t mean his love for you is gone. You both have too much history here to just forget about. Youre not the type to sit and dwell. Be honest with him, love. Don’t let him hide himself from you any longer.’ 

She was right,  like always.  Maybe I should confront him head on or maybe I should try to understand and love this new man.

                                                     ----

         Once again, I had gotten myself drunk at the pub, partially my own fault, but mostly the girls, Esme, Ada and Pol. We had been sitting at the pub all night. I was having fun though, being around all the women in my life, my lifelong sisters now. At least, I tried to tell myself that. I’m not a Shelby though; the odd one out of the bunch. 

‘Right, well I’m sneaking out of here before Tom catches the sight of me.’ Ada sighed out and stood up, putting on her heavy fur coat. 

She had been sneaking off to stay with Freddie Thorne every night. She didn’t want Tommy to find out though, he would never approve of his little sister fucking one of his old friends. 

My eyebrows raised at the mention of Tom being at the bar. I hadn’t even known he was here. 

‘Tommy’s here already?’ I questioned all of them.

‘Not yet, should be here any minute now, though.’ Pol stated, glancing at the entrance of the Pub. 

‘Alright, I’ll see ya tomorrow morning yeh?’ I asked, touching her arm. 

She squeezed my extended hand with a goodbye and nodded yes. 

As she walked out, I turned back to face the bar, pulling a cigarette out from behind my ear and lighting it. 

Just as I did, someone sat down beside me. 

‘I’d offer yeh a drink, but you always drink for free here, right?’ 

‘Archie!!! Fucking hell, what are you doing here!?’

I stood and threw my arms around his neck. He stood as well, lifting me as he did so and spun me around, making my legs lift off the ground. I giggled as he released me. 

Archie was an old friend of mine… he was someone I also fucked every now and then too, but it wasn’t really ever more than that. He was always a good friend and he was quite handsome as well. Arch wasn’t from here, though. He moved here with his mother about two years after the boys left for France. 

He started working in one of the factories in town. Ada knew everyone who showed up to town and made friendly with them if they were close to us in age. Long story short, we had been keeping each other company on and off for two years. 

I hadn’t seen Archie for a few months now. He had gone away for a while to his grandmothers in Camden Town. He must’ve just arrived home. 

‘Oh Arch, it’s so good to see ya! How was your trip?’ I asked him, sitting back down and pouring him a whiskey from my bottle. Pol and Esme gave Archie a smile and a nod as they knew his face. He always got caught sneaking out in the mornings from the house before the boys were here. He’d never get away with that while they were here. 

He looked particularly handsome tonight, his blonde hair gelled back. He was quite tall…I had forgotten about that. His kind brown eyes rested on my lips as I talked. 

‘I’m just grand Jasmine! The trip was alright but I’m happy to be back.’ He said as he threw back his whiskey. 

We sat there chatting for a few minutes about his trip and what I had been up to. He looked at me with a look I knew too well. He came here for a reason. He wanted me to go home with him. 

‘So…what do ya say…come home with me?’ He placed his hand on my thigh and inched his face closer, attempting to whisper something in my ear. I turned my head slighty to allow him to do so. 

Just as he leaned into me, I lifted my eyes to look up at the bar. My eyes turned wide as they caught Tommy’s gaze. He was standing in the doorframe from behind the bar, his eyes were burning through me, but his face was stone cold. 

I couldn’t help but smirk at him in a mischevious way, enjoying the thought of him being jealous.

‘You were looking especially lonely just before I sat down, ya know? I can help with that…’ He whispered lowly, sending a shiver down my spine. Not because of Archie’s words, but because of the way Tommy was looking at me with another man. I could practically see the anger steaming off of him. His jaw clenching up at the sight of me. 

I couldn’t lie, I would’ve gone home with him if it wasn’t for my new found and unspoken devotion to Tommy. I didn’t want anyone but him. I wanted to wantto fuck Archie, but I know I couldn’t. I would just think of Tom and that wasn’t fair to Archie. He was a good man. 

I broke the contact with Tommy to look back up at Archie. 

‘Archie, I’d love to, I really would, but I can’t tonight, love. Another time?’ I gave him a sympathetic smile. 

He studied me for a moment and then gave me a small smile back before taking another swig from his glass. He didnt question me further, which I appreciated.

‘Will ya walk me outside? I’ve gotta get home here soon.’ I asked him and he happily obliged. Tom had disappeared from behind the bar.

                                                      ---

I stumbled into the dark and empty house. Everyone was still at the pub. I was so over the night and I needed to sleep it all off. As I walked up the stairs, I noticed Tom’s door was cracked open and a candle was flickering about, lighting up a corner of his small room. 

I barged in without thinking. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, stripped down to his baggy, white night shirt and his boxers. He looked up at me, face still expressionless. 

‘What was that all about then?’ I asked defensively, raising my voice slighty. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, making a confused expression. 

‘I could ask you the same thing. What was -that all about Jas?’ 

He mocked back a me, his voice calmer than my own. 

I chuckled at this and rolled my eyes. 

‘That is Archie. He moved here 2 years ago.’ 

‘And you’ve obviously been fucking him, eh?’ He spat out. I could sense the irritation in his voice. 

‘Yes Tommy, on occasion, we fuck. He’s a good friend of mine and Ada. Alright?’

‘But not tonight?’

I was silent for a moment while my arms were crossed over my chest, standing above him in his doorway. 

‘Not anymore, no.’ I mumbled quietly, avoiding his eyes and looking at the wooden floor under me.

‘Yeh? Not anymore? Why is that?’

At this point I was bubbling up inside with something close enough to anger. I cannot believe he would have the nerve to ask me that. I wasn’t fucking anyone anymore thanks to him. 

My hands balled into fists and my back straightened. 

‘No. Fuck off Tom. You sit there, asking me 1000 fuckin questions ya know the answers to. I gotta fuckin spell it out for ya, is that it?’

When he completely ignored my question, I stopped to study Tom’s demeanor. He was stiff, stiffer than usual. I could practically see the tension coming off his chest and back. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes either. I wondered what he was up to.

I sighed loudly and made my way over to sit next to him on the bed. 

‘You are as stiff as a board Thomas, everything alright?’ I said shyly, wondering if I had upset him.

He studied the palm of his hands with a defeated look on his face, his mind clearly somewhere else. I was so curious of his mind and what was always holding his attention. 

‘Just can’t get any rest…I’m just tired is all, Jas.’ He said lowly, placing a friendly hand on my knee as to reassure me. I wasn’t so convinced. 

‘Of course, you can’t sleep when youre practically clenching. Let me help.’ I said as I collected myself onto my knees and scooted behind Thomas on his bed, his back facing me. I reluctantly placed my hands on his tight shoulders and began to gently kneed at them, pushing my thumbs into his thick skin, the fabric of his shirt bunching up under my fingers. He jumped at my first gesture to sooth his back.

‘Just relax for me, yeh?’ I leaned over as I worked and whispered into his ear, almost touching my lips to his skin. 

As my hands went to work on his shoulders and neck, I felt his hard body slowly soften under my touch. He let out a few soft and low huffs and groans, a sign that I was doing something right.

‘Fucking Christ, that feels so good…’ He sighed out. I could tell that he was enjoying this which made me enjoy it even more.

I giggled at his honesty. It felt so good to make Tommy feel good, even if it was just in this innocent way. 

I let my hands kneed at his shoulder blades and eventually down his spine, stopping at the top of his waist. 

‘Jesus, how are you walking around like this? You must be uncomfortable all the time, no?’ I asked him.

He leaned over his knees as I worked down his spine, giving me better access and allowing him to become a bit more undone under my hands. 

‘I feel fucking grand right now, does that count for something?’ He chuckled out from in his lap.

His eyes fluttered shut as he let me have full range of his upper body. He was completely relaxed under my touch. 

I was dying to feel his bare skin under his night shirt; to see his freckled-covered back.

After a little bit longer of this, I decided to break the contact. 

‘Alright, I better leave you to it then, try to get some sleep Tommy.’ I said with a small smile. 

As I attempted to move from the bed, he turned and gently grabbed my wrist. 

My heart froze at the contact. 

‘Stay here with me tonight.’ He practically commanded.

I paused for a moment, studying the warmth that had returned to his eyes. 

Before I could give him an answer, he layed down on his side and pulled me by my waist to lay in his arms. 

I was still in my long skirt and blouse, unlike Tommy who was only in a thin shirt and boxers. 

I happily obliged, snuggling my face into his warm chest. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and held me there, our heartbeats finally beating together at a steady rhythm. I was engulfed completely by his scent. My stomach was doing dances and I couldn’t help but smile as Tommy had become softer than usual tonight.

I placed my hands on his chest and played with the top buttons on his shirt, dying to see the man underneath it. 

I watched as his chest rose and fell over and over again in such a way that made my heart nearly stop. 

His hands caressed my back slowly and slightly. He ran his rough fingers up and down my spine, making me shiver. I hadn’t felt this close to him in a very long time. This is all I needed. I could survive off of his touch alone. I didn’t need anything else but Tommy in that moment. 

His hands slowly began to run down my body, lower and lower down my back each time he caressed up and down. He eventually made contact with the back of my skirt, hiking it up slowly. 

I quivered with excitement, hoping he wouldn’t stop. 

‘Take all of this off Jasmine. I want to touch your skin.’ He said, continuing to breath calmy while my heart was beating out of my chest at this point. 

As he let the words fall out of his mouth, he reached his hands up to to my chest and slowly unbuttoned the buttons on my dark blouse. As he did this, I watched him watch my shirt fall open. His eyes grew heavy and his lips parted open. He ran his hands over my shoulders and pushed the shirt down my arms slowly. 

Then he finally kissed me. His kiss was soft at first but then became more needy. My hands involuntaryily went to cup his face while his tongue explored my mouth and his hands explored my body. Eventually, my body took over and I couldn’t stop what I was doing, I needed him. Both of our hands were everywhere. Softs moans and sighs leaving both of our mouths as he deepened the kiss. 

His mouth left mine, but quickly found a new home on my neck. My eyes fluttered shut as he sucked and bit at me. I let my hands fall from his face to his chest, down his stomach, stopping at the hem of his boxers. Our bodies were pressed together and I could feel him harden from underneath the thin fabric covering his bottom half. 

I let my hands fall to touch his cock for the first time in years. I had forgotten the size of this man. Without even looking, I could feel how large he was in my hand as I pushed past his boxers and making direct contact with his cock. 

He inhaled sharply at the sudden touch. I looked up into his eyes as I continued to gently stroke his hard cock. He was staring right back into my eyes, devouring the sight of me.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from him, stopping the contact.. 

I looked up at him in confusion. 

‘You don’t want this?’ I asked shyly, feeling a little embarrassed by my forwardness. 

He chuckled softly before climbing on top of me. I was just in my panties and bra now. I wrapped my legs around his as he lifted up to his knees and finally pulling his shirt off. 

He was more than I had dreamed about. His soft freckles were still present, but they were now accompanied by little cuts and scars that were unfamiliar to me. 

He was definitely larger and more muscular than before. He had some new tattoos now that I didn’t expect, but quickly fell in love with. As he lowered down over me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and let my hands roam his body. I let my fingers trace over the new tattoo on his chest with excitement. 

‘I like these, they suit you very well.’ I giggled out softly as I touched the new tattoo and the new scars splattered on him. 

‘Even these scars you like?’ he asked softly, smiling down tenderly at me.  

‘Yes…especially those. I might like you better this way.’ I said to him. 

He stopped as I said this and he studied my face as I studied his. He was thinking about something, but I didn’t know what. He didn’t move for a minute, just hovering over my body, breathing into me. I finally reached my hand up to his face to bring him back down to reality, smiling at him. I finally saw his eyes return to me in the moment. 

As he kissed me roughly, he let his hands fall in between my legs and I let out a small gasp. 

He used his pointer finger to moved my panties over to the side, exposing my most intimate parts to him once again. He looked down at me, dipping his fingers down and sliding them over my folds.  He brough his fingers up to show me my own wetness before placing his finger in his mouth and sucking off my juices. 

‘Always so wet for me, is that right? Such a good girl.’ He said devilishly, a crooked grin spreading across his face. 

‘Only for you Tommy.’ I sighed out, desperate for him to touch me again. 

His eyes sparkled at this and he smiled again. 

Just as he did, he pushed my legs off of his waist and pressed my knees up to my stomach, exposing every inch of myself to Tommy. 

His eyes went wild with desire as he marvelled at my swollen folds that were trying to hide my now protruding clit. My wetness was dripping down my ass, onto the bed sheets. 

He dipped his head down between my legs, his arms still pressing my legs back in order for him to attack my clit easily. With no hesitation, his mouth connected with my pink, swollen nub and I couldn’t help but cry out under him. 

Thank God nobody was home. 

 He worked at my clit, relentlessly sucking and flicking, lapping up the wetness pouring out from me. 

‘Fuck Tommy, I can’t hold on for long, please….’

I pushed my hands into his hair, softly pulling at it. He stared up at me, loving the view of my panties pressed to the side and having me under his total control. 

I felt a familiar feeling start to build up through my core, a feeling a haven’t felt in a very long time, which made me nervous. I was slightly embarrassed of cumming in front of him like this. This time, he was trying to make me scream. 

‘Tommy…you have to stop…It’s too much, I can’t’-

‘Yes, you can. Just let go for me, love. Let go of that feeling again.’ He said softly, still attacking me with his tongue. 

His words sent me into another dimension, one where I wasn’t able to hide from him any longer, finally coming completely undone on his mouth. 

My back lifted up and arched off the bed slightly, I let out loud, animalistic sound, my body convulsing and shaking as he punished my clit. 

Finally, my body relaxed again and he released his grip on me, coming up to kiss me roughly.

‘That wasn’t so bad was it then?’ He joked. 

I needed more though. I needed him to fuck me right now. I could not wait any longer. 

‘Please Tommy, I need you inside of me.’ I sighed out, feeling like I was going to burst into flames if he didn’t fuck me.

He smiled down from above me, his eyes filled with lust, his dick was hard and ready for me. 

I lifted myself up slightly to roughly pull off Tommy’s boxers. As I slid them down, his long cock sprung free, nearly slapping the bottom of his stomach. 

I swallowed harshly, realizing that he was about to leave me sore after this. 

I stared for what seemed like minutes at his member. 

He lifted his hand up to my face letting his thumb run over my bottom lip. 

‘Say it again.’ He commanded lowly, his eyes turning darker. 

‘Please Tommy, please fuck me.’ I whispered while his hand was still on my mouth. 

With that and without leaving my eyes, he positioned himself at my opening, sliding his dick over my folds, collecting my slickness onto the tip of his dick, teasing my entrance over and over again as he barely entered my opening. 

I groaned as I grew impatient with him. 

‘What was that?’ He said harshly as he stopped rubbing against me. 

‘Stop teasing, Tommy!’ I moaned out. 

He chuckled before realigning himself at my hole, pushing past the barrier, making both of us gasp. 

As he continued to push and push and push into me, I inhaled sharply. He was stretching me open completely, but it felt so good. I felt extremely full as be bottomed out inside of me and holding it there inside of me for a few moments, making sure I was adjusted to his size. 

‘Your pussy is still so fucking tight.’ He said to me, as his eyebrows furrowed together. 

Finally, after a few moments, he pulled out slightly and then pushed in harshly again. His thrusting became rough. 

My hands were leaving scratches all over his back.

‘Yes Thomas, oh my god, please don’t stop…don’t stop...’ I cried out as he began to pound into me. 

My hips met each of his thrusts in a synchronized fashion. He was holding onto the bedframe above me with one hand as the other dipped down to rub my hooded clit once again. Every thrust into me was hitting the start of my cervix, making my head spin. This along with his insistent fingers, was going to make me cum again. 

‘I want you to come around my cock Jasmine. Cum all over my cock, love.’ He said, talking me through it. 

I focused on his eyes that peered into me as he continued fucking me into oblivion. I was so close and he knew it too. My walls were clenching around his cock, making it nearly impossible for him to move in and out of me. 

‘That’s it Love…you’re doing so good for me Jasmine...’ He said calmly, like he wasn’t fucking the life out of me. 

‘Fuck Tommy…I’m gonna cum…I-I’m gonna cum again!’ I moaned out. 

‘Do it now love, cum for me again.’ He said as his rubbing and thrusting now was becoming greedy and sloppy. 

He was ripping me open in the best ways possible. I came the hardest I ever had before right when he commanded me to, like an obedient dog. I was always hanging onto every word he spoke. I would do anything for him. I cried out as my legs began to shake from the sensation of the orgasm. 

Just as I was cumming and clenching around his cock, his breathing became heavier and he let out small grunts, letting me know he was about to unload into me. 

He stared into me as I came for him again, his eyes were wide and searching mine for more. 

Just as he thrusted into me harshly once more, he came umdone around me, his cum filling up my insides, leaking out the sides of me. We both whimpered into each others mouths, coming for eachother at the same time. I couldn’t have asked for a perfect end to this night. 

He let his cock twitch inside of me until he felt himself soften, pulling out of me. My pussy almost immidately felt empty without him inside of me.  

He hovered over me for a few minutes, panting over eachother, before he finally plopped down beside me. 

I was euphoric in this moment. I had been dreaming and dreaming about this for what seemed like forever. At some point, it became unrealistic for me. 

The way he fucked me was sp tender, but also rougher than before, I coud tell he was holding back for some reason, I didn’t want him to. He was more confident in his ability to please me. From experience I supposed. He also seemed more dominant, like everything I was doing was only happening because he said so. I loved the way this new Tommy fucked the shit out of me. I wondered what he thought of me? 

I was completely exhausted and I think Tom was too. I was aleady drifting off into sleep as he ran his fingers through my hair, holding me close to him. 

‘Thank you, Jasmine. I think you’ve relieved more tension than expected tonight.’ He jokingly said as he kissed the top of my head softly. I responded by leaving soft kisses on his chest right before letting me eyes flutter shut and dozing off. Tom fell asleep quickly after me

That was the first night that Tommy stayed asleep peacefully, which brought me a sense of comfort to know I could help him rest.

[n3ptoonz]

'May I?'

Pairing: Kenshi Takahashi/F!GangMember!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut, angst, fluff, canon-typical violence, praise, Kenshi is a romantic, female reader, did I mention Kenshi is a romantic, half proofread

Word count: 2.4k+

"Where. Is. Takahashi? That's all you have to answer, sweetheart." a goon whispered into your ear with nothing but malicious intentions. You were already emotionally and physically scarred, what more could they want? And how the fuck did they know you knew Kenshi?

"I told you a hundred times, I don't know where he is. In case something like this happened, he didn't tell me shit." your voice was worn from fighting for your life these last couple of days. You were tired and in pain. Your wrists lost all feeling, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a ditch and cease to exist.

Where Kenshi was had to be the least of your worries at the moment. Now, you wondered what the other goons did to the people in your clan. You wondered what happened to your parents after these freaks took you. You wondered just how long you've actually been here, as you're a little convinced you were knocked for a good 27 hours.

"Bullshit!" one man on your right stood up and kicked his chair towards a wall. Your head remained hanging low as you gave no reaction to it. All too used to these fucks trying to scare information out of you. The blindfold over your eyes was harshly removed, making you wince as the same guy grabbed your jaw and gave you the meanest mug you've ever seen.

"You knew he was conspiring against the boss. Do you think we give a damn about your little gang? These tattoos mean nothing! All of your lives are useless, you know. It's a shame all your people ran away too fast for us to round them all up. Truly admirable." he laughed, right in your face with his other friends.

"You think my people wanted to join some gang for protection? You all are cowards. Even if I knew his exact whereabouts, you'd get nothing out of me. Kill me if you must, I don't know what taking you so long." you spat out, gritting your teeth at the man with a hold on your face.

"Because you're bait, smart ass. Once he realizes you're not at your little hideout, we move-"

"Sir! There's a blind swordsman slicing his way through the front door!" a shorter man came running in with panic riddling his voice. A...blind swordsman? How the hell is that even possible?

The man released your face and turned to the door in confusion. "A what?"

"You heard me correctly, sir! He's killed twenty of our men already, we need to sto-"

Woah.

The room had very little light, the dimness making it difficult to see what was going on. All you could make out was the clamoring from the men getting stabbed and sliced up left and right. Just who is this guy?

Soon after you heard your name being called as the light in the room became brighter, making your eyes dilate in pain. You yelled out at the sudden brightness filling the room.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I had to make sure it was really you." the man who had just defeated all seven people in the room approached you, kneeling in front of you while your eyes adjusted. The first thing you noticed was the familiarity in his voice, but was ultimately confused when you laid your eyes on red cloth covering his eyes.

This...this couldn't be...

"...Kenshi?" you said, blinking to make sure. He's the blind swordsman?! But...that also means-

"You retrieved Sento...But you're blind?"

"It's really a long story, but I'll explain later. Right now I have to get you out of here." he said sternly, his voice slightly shaken being able to see how badly they hurt you through Sento. The defacing of your tattoos to the cigarette burn marks on the side of your face made him want to set this place ablaze.

"But I know you wanted to take down-"

"-Not my concern right now." he cut you off while undoing your hands and ankles, meticulous in making sure he didn't irritate your injuries.

You remained silent, way too spent to go back and forth with your lover. There were several moments you really thought he either wouldn't make it, or become too preoccupied with his goals to come back for you. The day you two accidentally met played in your mind over and over again to keep you sane, and now, finally, the madness was over. He really came back.

"I guess the bait worked." you mumbled, rolling your wrists and ankles slowly to get the feeling back. You rubbed your face in after shock and disbelief, just what were these last few days?

"Are you able to walk?" he asked, his tone soft and concerned. He gently took your hands in his, awaiting your answer. You could feel him trembling.

"Doubt it, they knocked me over a couple of times-" your words cut off, again, by the feeling of two strong arms lifting you from the old wooden chair that you're almost sure flattened your ass. You yelped in surprise, instinctively grabbing onto him as he carried you onto his back.

"They're on their way here so it's easier like thie. I'll try my best to avoid your injuries." he said, effortlessly running out with your weight atop his own. He, in fact, was not avoiding your injuries as they are practically everywhere, but you kept silent because it wasn't his fault. The world felt like it was spinning, making you close your eyes and let yourself rest for just a moment.

"It's going to be a while before we reach my place, please, rest up. Don't worry about me." Kenshi hoisted you up once more to maintain his grip, successfully leaving the building and heading off into the forest so he couldn't be tracked.

-

It's been a few weeks since. A few weeks of physical therapy, long baths, and most of all, peace. Kenshi has been in and out of the house tending to his duties elsewhere, still managing to check up on you everyday.

It's been a few weeks. A few weeks of not looking in the mirror and blame. Blaming who? Everybody. Every thing. Yourself. Kenshi. Hell, even your parents.

It's been a few weeks. A few weeks of picking at your bandages and sulking when catching a glimpse of your body littered with faded scars. The cigarette marks on your face looking like they grew faces and started pointing and laughing.

You have the training and willpower to fight. You should've just fought harder. You had the training- You know what? Fuck it. Fuck it all. Maybe you deserved it. Falling in love with a man who's a god damn Yakuza.

He didn't have a choice. And neither did you. So, give yourself a break, will ya?

Creeeak

The sound of the bathroom mirror being turned around filled your ears, making your jaw clench. Whenever Kenshi came home, you always quickly fixed the mirrors and wore a weak smile on your face to keep him from worrying. He had important duties that meant a lot to him, especially after joining a clan called the Shirai Ryu, which he held dearly.

Creee...akkk

You turned the mirror back around, staring yourself dead in the face. The dread in your eyes as you watched the burn marks twitch along with your mean mug. You slowly raised your hand to your face, poking at your scars, almost as if trying to make them disappear on command. You scoffed, placing your palms on the edge of the sink and looking down in shame. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to keep yourself composed.

Being deemed attractive was never really on your mind before, even when you and Kenshi met. But this, oh it took the biggest toll on your self esteem. Being told enough times that one of the intentions of the physical pain caused was so Kenshi wouldn't find you pretty anymore can fuck someone up. That was bullshit, and you knew it. However, it didn't stop you from thinking it a few times.

"Love?"

Your eyes snapped open to the sound of his voice, looking up and seeing his reflection in the mirror behind you. You reluctantly turned, greeted by a concerned Kenshi who just came home.

"You okay?" he spoke softly, walking towards you with caution. The expression on your face wasn't so clear to him yet, but he could sense your aura was imbalanced from a mile away.

The next words conjured up in your mind were now caught in your throat, unable to pass through smoothly. Any noise that was to come from you would probably make the waterworks start flowing.

Nothing else needed to be said. From your silence alone he just took you into his arms securely, showing no intention of letting go soon. He purposely caressed the side of your face with the most scars carefully, whispering sweet nothings and all forms of reassurance.

"I wouldn't worry about a blind man finding me attractive." he joked, rubbing your back. "Have you been suffering alone since we got here?"

You huffed a laugh through your nose at his comment, just slowly nodding against his chest.

"No more of that, please. I'm here whenever. I know I'm gone a lot, but you still need to tell me these things so I can help ease it as much as I can."

You hummed in response, feeling far more relaxed than you did five minutes ago. He backed up slightly, taking one of your hands and leading you out of the bathroom. He stopped in front of the body mirror next to the bed and made you face it, seeing you visibly about to protest.

"Ah, ah, this is me helping ease your worries."

Kenshi stripped himself of his uniform shirt, leaving his bare chest and pants. He stepped closer behind you and played with the bottom of your tank top in between his fingers.

"May I?" he muttered next to your ear.

You nodded and lifted your arms. Once it was off all you saw was what you've been avoiding these past few weeks. Although, to your surprise, your scars healed nicely. It wasn't as bad as you thought. All that there was left now was your bare chest and shorts (that were his).

Kenshi peppered your shoulders and neck with kisses where all the scars were. His strong hands gliding down your arms with tender, love, and care alone nearly made you dizzy. Your eyes closed shut and you exhaled in content, melting just under his affection.

"It appears to be working." he said playfully, now getting on his knees and turning you to face him. He continued his actions, giving you slow, attentive kisses on the scars that covered your torso.

"Perfection. You are perfection." he whispered.

Your longing desire only grew stronger by the second. Your hand brushing through his hair made him hum against you, smirking as he stood back up.

"I didn't forget," he said, cupping your cheeks and kissing them, giving extra on the side with the marks.

"Permission to make you mine tonight?" he added, and you knew exactly what he meant.

"I grant you full permission to make me yours, Kenshi Takahashi." you finally spoke in confidence, love and lust overtaking you all at once.

Once your back hit the soft, silk linens, Kenshi's entire demeanor took a big shift. His smooth, tattooed hands quickly worked their way down your body to strip off the rest of your clothes, soon following after. He groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your warm skin against his palms.

Your breaths came together in sync with every connection of his hips. Each thrust having some sort of intent behind it. He wanted to take it slow at the start, silently letting you know how much he loved and cared for this canvas that was no longer empty. A few paint strokes here and there, but he didn't care not one bit.

Every joke has some truth to it, and he was a little serious when he mentioned his blindness. He remembers what you look like pre-traumatic event, so it's all just replaying in his mind as he fills in the blanks with the feeling of each scar and light dent under his hands.

The sounds of your breathless moans filled his ears deliciously, since it's what he mainly has to rely on now, he definitely feels reassured that he knows what he's doing.

You captured his lips with yours, muffling the crescendo of your voice as he kept reaching the exact spot that makes you lose your mind. Your nails dug into his shoulders with pure pleasure washing over you, as if you just couldn't take it anymore. You needed more.

"Kenshi...faster...please-" you muttered against his lips, shuddering at the feeling of him purposely stopping while being all the way inside you.

"As you wish." he said, slowly rolling you both over so that he was on his back and you were on top. Your trembling figure and hands gripping the sheets were the perfect indication that you were close.

Kenshi pulled you towards him to lay on his chest, holding your hips up and immediately getting to work. What was just the slow, romantic, and sensual Kenshi has left the building. Now was the Kenshi you met just half a year ago. The aggressive-when-he-needed-to-be, passionate, and goal-driven Kenshi who almost bested you if his hand didn't slip. This Kenshi was more than determined to have you cum first and himself after.

And that you did.

With his now fast paced and calculated thrusts hitting your sweet spot, he gripped your hips even harder as he got close. While you were letting yourself go on top of him, moaning and groaning uncontrollably in his ear, it was surely bringing him to his climax. Right before he let go, he sat up in the bed with you wrapped in one of his arms. The control he had was just impeccable.

He finally came, lifting you up so it didn't get inside you, but instead on your back. You haven't heard him curse this much in a while, which brought a tired smile to your face.

You both calmed down together, embracing each other and feeling your hearts beating at the same rate. You could feel the indents your nails left behind on his shoulder and back, seeing some red marks.

"Ah, that's gonna leave a mark," you murmured.

Kenshi chuckled, slightly untangling the embrace and resting his forehead on yours as he shrugged it off.

"Now we match."

[temmtamm]

Hello! I hope you're having a nice day ^^

I was wondering if you could write a rise!Donnie x gn reader where the reader is kinda insecure of their intelligence? Since Donnie is a genius in a lot of things but reader isn't all that smart (can't even stand math, physics or chemistry) but they understand feelings more and like dancing and being in movement. I hope it makes sense lol, English isn't my mother tongue.

Remember to stay hydrated and safe!!

➴DONNIE WITH STREET SMART S/O➶

(Asks are open and appreciated)

Papers upon papers were skewered around the office as (Y/N) chewed at the end of their pen, their brows scrunched up in agitation as they did so.

They hated deadlines. They hated that they had to sit down and finish this shit when it wasn’t even done to begin with. It was like everything else went out the window and they hated it. It was only standard math, it shouldn't be that bad- And yet they've been here in the lair for hours on end. They even had to skip out of hanging out and dancing with Mikey after the two planned for this to be their chill day.

This all would've been okay if they were alone, but there was other people in the lair which made them feel as if they were stupid whenever one passed by and saw that they did no progress on their work.

"I hate school...I should've dropped out and became a stripper-" (Y/N) whined in defeat, letting their face fall onto the table in front of them.

The sudden sound of shuffling alerted them to the presence of someone next to them. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to pick their head up, and instead find that it was Donnie sitting on the edge of their desk, a hand coming up to rest against his neck. "You're still going at this?? This can't be that hard." (Y/N) groaned and tried to shield their work with their hand to avoid any comments. "You're just saying that cause you're a genius. This is actually really hard, Don."

Donnie raised a brow at that as a smile crept on his face. "Though I am flattered that thou recognized thy genius-" Oh, he's talking in that Shakespeare tone. (Y/N) hated that Shakespeare tone. "-One of the questions is quite literally 2+2." He finished, earning a glare from his lover.

"Yeah well, I don't know what to do. My grade's dropping because of these stupid tests. The only way I'm ever getting into MIT is through these damn tests." (Y/N) huffed, pushing their chair back as they got up. "Please, either help or get out.." Donnie smirked, opening his mouth up again to let another slide comment slip out, though immediately closed it once he saw (Y/N)'s face.

"Wait....Are you actually upset?" He asked, looking surprised. He never saw the usually upbeat (Y/N) like this. They always seemed so social and easy going, it was odd to see them being so stressed about this type of thing. "Don, you know I'm not good at this stuff....A bit ironic a genius is dating a dumbass, huh?" (Y/N) tried to ease the mood with a joke, but when they looked back up at Donnie they saw that he was almost offended that they could call themselves that.

"Look, (Y/N). I know it's odd for me, the funny, gorgeous, absolutely handsome-"

"Get to the point, Don-Tron."

"Right...I know it's odd see me get serious but you're not stupid. You're smart in your own right. You actually know how to talk to people, how to always lift a mood, plus not to mention those dance skills- Besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that you are smart, you are just....As people would put it "Street smart"."

He reached his hands out to cup (Y/N)'s face and place a kiss on their forehead. It was a small gesture but a much appreciated one as (Y/N) knew how indifferent he was to physical contact.

"You're still bad at math though." (Y/N) flashed a toothy grin at Donnie, knowing that he is just saying that as a joke to cover up the fact that he was emotionally vulnerable for a moment.

"Does that mean you'll help me??"

"Fiiine!! What's the first question?"

Thanks for watching ♥︎

[rubykgrant]

(Sharing my short Grimmons Proposal story again, I had fun writing it, and I still like reading it~)

Grif knew EXACTLY what his boyfriend was up to.

It was obvious.

Well, maybe he didn't know each little detail, but Grif definitely knew Simmons was planning something, and there was really only one thing it could be.

The 20 year anniversary of the day Simmons asked him what they had jokingly come to call "the big question" was happening soon. In just a few months, actually. Grif hadn't kept track of that date, because it was just another day in Blood Gulch; it wasn't the first day they arrived, it also wasn't even the day they met (which had happened earlier in training). “The big question” day only became special later, after that stupid conversation turned into a repeating theme when they talked, and eventually turned into something important between the two of them during the whole evil-look-alikes incident. Grif remembered the conversation very well, but not the date.

Simmons had tipped his hand earlier this year by bringing it up himself. He tried to sound casual, like ho-hum, it has just been two whole decades since "the big question", isn't that funny, hahaha...

Yeah, pretty damn funny. Just like it was funny that the two of them had been dating for a few years now, even moving into their own apartment together, and while some people might not think it was a long time, the fact was Grif and Simmons had actually "been together" for... a while. An expansive while. They had also shared several experiences in their time together that were certainly unconventional in terms of typical romance, but had none the less bonded them together in undeniably deep ways. You don't have to spend time awkwardly trying to get to know somebody when they've been stuck to you like glue for YEARS. No more wasting time with a slow-burn, they were in a relationship speed-run (well, not really; they were just finally having fun doing all kinds of couple-things). It was absolutely hilarious that here they were, boyfriends at last, and had a specific anniversary coming up... one they called "the big question". What ELSE did people call "the big question"? Amusing, indeed.

Grif might not be a genius, but he isn't stupid. He knows what Simmons is planning.

Now he just has to beat him to the punch.

In fact... tonight wasn't particularly important. As far as he knew, nothing significant or sentimental had happened with them in their past on this date. Oh, this was gonna be perfect... Simmons wouldn't see it coming.

"Hey, darling..." Grif poked his head into the bedroom. Simmons was sitting in the chair by his desk, typing away on his computer. "You busy?"

"Not especially, sweet-heart..." somehow the two of them had both decided to start using extra-cute lovey-dovey pet-names for each other, in tones that were both sarcastic and yet still genuine. It was the little thrill of knowing how stupid they sounded, but also knowing they really meant it, that made it so fun. "Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking about going out and getting a pizza... " nobody eats pizza as a proposal meal. This was going to be the ultimate fake-out.

"Pizza sounds good... you want to eat at the place, or bring it back here?"

"Maybe we pick it up, but then go eat it somewhere... how about the picnic spot, near the beach?" it was casual, but also just a little bit romantic... because yes, Grif was a softy. As much as he wanted to trick Simmons, he also wanted it to be something nice that would turn into a pleasant memory later. Their first real date together had ended with a walk on the beach, an important moment for both of them. It would be even MORE important after tonight. "We could get ice cream on the way back,"

"Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good. OK, you go call the pizza place, let me save what I'm doing and get ready. I'll be out in a minute..." Simmons smiled at him before turning back to the computer.

Grif waited until he was out of the room to start grinning, doing a little victory fist-pump. Maybe he really WAS a genius!

After calling ahead to get a medium pizza with pepperoni/mushrooms/olives, two sodas, some cheesy garlic bread, and even a salad (because he knows what his boyfriend will want), Grif grabs the keys and waits by the door. Simmons comes out of the bedroom, pulling a jacket on, and the two of them leave- holding hands.

For an impulsive decision, this was working out even better than Grif had hoped; it isn't dark out yet, but the sun was starting to dip. By the time they got the food and made it through the city to the picnic area, they'd be right in the middle of a picture-perfect sunset. For once luck is on his side, because one of their favorite songs comes on the radio as they drive, putting them both in a good mood as they sing along. Everything was going smoothly... but it wasn't "special", nothing to make Simmons suspect what was coming his way. Just a regular evening...

Once they have the food in the car and start going toward the beach, Simmons automatically breaks off little bits of cheesy bread to pop into Grif's mouth (so he doesn't take his hands off the wheel as he drives). This is just routine for them any time Grif is driving and they have food in the car, but Grif is sometimes overtaken by how touching this is... so casual, but also very intimate... Simmons does a lot of little things like that for him. Actually, Grif does a lot of little things for Simmons, too... maybe even a few things he doesn't notice, but just come naturally when they're together. God DAMN, Grif loves him.

Nobody else is here; just a large empty parking lot on top of a cliff, several picnic tables, and a guardrail that overlooks the beach. The air outside was still warm, but the ocean below was sending out a rush of coolness. It felt good here. It smelled good, too. Thanks to that sunset, it also looked good.

Grif had to be careful now, if he let himself get all caught up in the romantic atmosphere, he wouldn't be able to surprise Simmons properly. This was just a casual evening, no big deal. Keep it together, Grif…

They took the food over to the railing. They ate, sipped their sodas, and talked... there came a moment when they both watched the sun on the horizon of the sea blink out, golden streaks vanishing from the waves, but the sky still filled with soft light. Grif glances at Simmons then, sees how peaceful he looks, and Grif knows; right now.

"Hey... I've got a question for you," this was going to be amazing. This was going to be incredible. Simmons was probably going to be a little upset with him at first for ruining whatever surprise that had been planned for the anniversary, but oh well. What was he going to do? Say "no"? Grif can’t even picture that as an option.

"That's a funny coincidence, I've got a question for you too," Simmons says, leaning away from the railing and digging around for something in his jacket pocket. "Will you marry me, Dexter Grif?"

WHAT.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.

Grif looks down, and sees that Simmons is holding up a little box in his hand. The kind of little box you keep jewelry in. Jewelry like rings.

"Simmons... what the f- how did you... why do you have that!?"

"Open it," Simmons tells him in a happy little squeak.

"No wait, how do you already- it isn't the anniversary yet! I thought that you were waiting- I thought you were planning something for-" Grif keeps sputtering, caught between anger and shock and delight.

"Open it," Simmons repeats, practically shaking with excitement.

Grif finally does, slowly and carefully...

There are two rings in the box. On looks like gold with a stripe of dark red running through the length of the band. The other is dark red with a stripe of gold.

"I knew you'd probably figure out what I was up to..." Simmons smirks at Grif, very satisfied with how sneaky and crafty he's been. "And besides, once I had the rings made, I was too excited to keep waiting... so I decided, I would hold on to them and let YOU try to ask ME... this was a double-bluff! I expected you to try and fake me out by popping the question on a casual, regular date, and I've been bringing these with me every time we did anything for the last few months!"

Simmons reaches out with his other hand, placing it gently on the side of Grif's face (the side that has the patch of skin that came from Simmons), and gently tilts Grif's chin up to look him in the eyes.

"So, do you have an answer for me? Or is this going to be another one of life's great mysteries?"

Grif tries to think of a come-back, a clever one-liner, something that could qualify as witty banter... and he can't. It was like he had fireworks going off in his brain. Little bursts of joy and sparks of happiness that have destroyed his ability to be a sarcastic smart-mouth. He's even starting to cry. This was all Simmons' fault...

Simmons, who always had to get one-up on Grif. Simmons, who was such an arrogant attention-seeker he had to turn a marriage proposal into a game of psychological warfare. Simmons, who couldn't let anybody else have the spot-light. Simmons, who was so annoying, and bossy, and anxious, and cute, and considerate, and sweet, and adorable, and funny, and entertaining, and clever, and smart and dozens of other lovey-dovey words.

Simmons, the man Grif loved.

What was Grif going to do? Say “no”? That isn’t even an option.

"Yes... I want to marry you, Dick Simmons,"

Grif keeps one hand over the box with the rings as Simmons pulls him close, bringing them together for a kiss. At this point, he's crying too... and as it goes on, they have to pause to gasp for air because they're also laughing; kissing, and crying, and laughing. Once it seems like they can finally breathe, Grif looks at the rings again.

He knows which one is for him; the gold with the dark red stripe. He puts it on, and then slips the dark red one with the gold band onto Simmons’ finger. Gold and dark red... orange and maroon~