#otp: crooked teeth

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 608/??  🦩

[queenvernage]

💕 ranger rare pair round up 💕 | cassidy/devin for anon

[the-darklings]

56 dream/wanderer 👀 ?

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56. What do they do to turn the other on/put them in the mood?

For Dream, I imagine it's the little things. But especially when Wanderer is affectionate, more physical than he would permit himself to be, leaving him starved for more, more, more. The way he senses her heated breath on his neck, the way she sometimes speaks into the crook of his throat -- searing, wet exhales each time, laying a kiss here or skimming her lips there. Something in the way her body leans into his, solid and enticing without trying, or the way there's such quiet adoration in the way she folds his name with her tongue -- or names, since for her, he is many things, many faces, all of them she has known for a thousand years. There is a way she deliberately looks at him across the room when they have company or duties to attend to sometimes; lids heavy, lips parted, a small smile teasing over the edges of her mouth. Something hot and wanting snakes through the usually cold cavity in his chest. There are many names for what he feels and wants from his stardust, but he rather show them to her than speak them.

For Wanderer, it's the moments where he brushes behind her. How his grip turns commanding or protective, and there is an air about him, sometimes, that of an Endless, that prickles her skin and shortens her breaths. How deep and soothing his voice is while he spins her kingdoms, and daydreams, and do you know what you do to me, stardust? There is that rumbling power that enfolds her like his starlit coat does, the way he finds a way to steal her into every darkened corner and graze more than his lips across her skin. The way she senses the shudder in his form when she uses her teeth or calls his name in a particularly breathy, sweet way. The way he sometimes gazes down at her from his throne, and in his star-like eyes, she sees herself up there with him, and none of it is holy. How he keeps insisting, devout and hungry, into her flesh that there could be two thrones up on that platform, but she rather likes the perks of just the one.

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[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

Fun fact: writing dialogue is my least favorite part of writing so I decided I wasn't going to include any in todays prompt fill. Thank you for following along on this journey with me! Enjoy!

25. Café on a snowy day

George shivered, pulling his jacket closer to his body as he fought his way through the crowded street. Snow was falling, sticking to his eyelashes and blurring his vision as he approached the cafe. New York City in January wasn’t necessarily George’s idea of a good time, but who was he to deny Matty the opportunity to write with Jack. Coincidentally Amber had been in New York at the same time, and George was more than happy to sneak out for a few hours that morning and catch up with his friend while Matty sequestered himself in the studio with Jack. He loved watching Matty work, and he enjoyed working with Jack for the most part, but he also knew himself well enough to know when he needed to take a step back and a break.

He had just returned to the hotel, ladened with shopping bags after an impromptu visit to a vintage thrift shop that Amber had discovered on a previous trip, when Matty had texted him, asking if he wanted to join him for tea at a cafe midway between the hotel and the studio. George had sighed. He didn’t really want to go back into the cold, especially now that he had reentered the warmth of their room, but his desire to see Matty won out and George once again found himself dressing for the winter weather. 

It hadn’t been snowing when he made his way through the hotel lobby, and on a normal day, it wouldn’t have been a bad walk. But the wind stung his cheeks and made his eyes water. Luckily the cafe was just up ahead, he could see the sign glowing bright against the gray sky backdrop. He pushed open the door, a little bell chiming as he entered. He spotted Matty right away, tucked into the far corner, scribbling in his notebook, a cup of tea, in a real China tea cup with a matching saucer by his elbow. George paused, before getting in line to order himself, admitting Matty from afar. He was growing out his hair again, the dark, gray streaked curls covering his ears and falling over his forehead, casting his eyes in shadow the way he was bent over the notebook. George smiled to himself, admiring the curve of Matty’s jaw and the way his tongue was peeking out between his slick red lips in concentration.

Matty looked up as if sensing he was being watched. He set his pen down, breaking into a wide grin when he realized it was George watching him. George’s heart swelled as he returned Matty’s little wave. He loved the way he smiled, his entire face lighting up, showing off his crooked teeth and the crinkles by his eyes. He knew Matty got upset sometimes, looking at the evidence of aging in the mirror. Glaring at his wrinkles and gray hairs, but George loved them. He loved the evidence that Matty wore on his body, the signs that he was here, alive and that they had the opportunity to grow old together. 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

[sichore]

Jimi and Pickles for #7 ♡

We're going Victorian AU for this one. Do we like pain? :D

7. Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

Jimi stares down at the gloved hand offered to her and back up to his crooked grin. "Are you serious?"

And Pickles winks, and were it not for the lavish ball, and their lavish clothes, and the lavishly dressed vermin around them gussied up in their riches and fortunate birth – it would be like nothing has changed.

"Dead serious," he replies, his smile unwavering.

Jimi keeps her face carefully neutral, to not give away how her stomach flips and twists with dread and disgust.

But she gives him her hand, and he leads her to the dance floor.

Hand in hand, hand on waist, hand on shoulder. All in prim and proper form to twirl about in a matter about as exciting as watching dead fish swirl in eddies off the pier.

Which is to say, not at all.

"I could fall asleep if it weren't for this corset," Jimi grumbles.

And Pickles laughs, and that hasn't changed at all. "Yeah, this barely counts as dancin', huh?"

"Hmm." Jimi doesn't want to draw anymore attention by appearing disinterested or impolite, so she keeps her eyes on his face, directly on an invisible spot upon his cheek. No amount of blush or powder can hide the dull pallor of his skin, no longer to be kissed by the sun. "You seem to be adjusting well enough."

"It was nothin' findin' the rhythm. Really, the hardest part is not tripping on skirts–"

Jimi grits her teeth. "Not what I meant." And then, putting on a strained smile: "You should be doing this with your lovely bride-to-be."

"An' she's catching up with yer handsome little guard, so we can have this one, yeah?"

His eyes don't leave her face. Eyes that are still green like the algae on the docks that Jimi knows aren't actually brighter now. They just appear more vivid with the life drained from his skin.

His gaze burns, which is absurd, when she can feel no warmth through their gloves, through the layers of cloth between them. Jimi can't feel anything, but the pressure of his hand pressed into hers.

"You're just making a bigger target of yourselves," Jimi hisses, brown gaze flitting over his shoulder for a moment.

Pickles just laughs, again, in that quiet, huffing way of his. "We're makin' our stand. You were always part of this, Jim–"

"Don't call me that."

She looks back to him and catches the flash of hurt in his eyes, and Jimi pushes down the sick knot of regret, aching and longing, deep in her belly. She holds its head underwater, ignoring the thrashing and desperate cries.

"I want no part of this. You have your wealth, you have your marriage, and you have no need of me, just my wares to keep up this farce–"

"It's no game," Pickles says gently, heedless of the vicious barbs that Jimi hurls at him. They break, spin about on an axis, a full rotation of the world before they return to face one another. Hand in hand, hand on waist, hand on shoulder. "You'd be right there with us if it weren't for the laws."

Jimi's eyes drop to his breast pocket. "You speak of madness."

"Well, yeah."

The strings halt, the perfurmed and powdered vermin break into applause, and Pickles lifts her gloved hand to his lips that feel like a press of flesh, and nothing more.

"I'm mad about ya." Beneath the brim of his hat and the shadows that will ever dust his eyes is a glow that has never once dimmed. That hasn't changed. That hasn't died. "Always have been."

[Soft OTP Prompts]

[overheaven]

3, 6, 11 and 21 please! 💜

3- All-time favorite pairing?

there’s a few, so i’ll give you the list of my OTPs to end all OTPs, in roughly chronological order of when they engraved themselves into my soul:

-Thor/Loki (Marvel)

-Dio/Jonathan (JJBA)

-Ainosuke/Tadashi (SK8)

-Rei/Jiro (Hypmic)

-Dimitri/Felix (FE3H)

and a special shoutout to DMC ships, which predate everything: Dante/Nero (for being the ship that led me to meeting my partner!) and Vergil/Dante (for being the blueprint of twincest soulmates can’t exist without one another bound together by destiny AGGHHH *claws at my skull*)

6- Favorite headcanon?

oh i’m always coming up with different ones, i can’t really pick a favorite! some of my physical appearance(?)-type ones are very dear to me though: Dio having a tooth gap. Rei’s gold tooth + secret tattoos & nipple ring + dad bod. Dimitri having a crooked nose because it’s been broken a few times. Ogata missing a few back teeth after his jaw injury!

11- Most unique merch you have for a fandom?

okay i’m a merch FIEND so this answer is long lol. i have a lot of various merch so i’m wondering what best qualifies as unique, hmmm…. 🤔 rare stuff? expensive stuff? novelty items? fanmade oddities?

how about i name some things that I Just Think Are Neat! some are really cheap and easy to find, others are a little more expensive.

-my sweet pool collection is very beloved (hard copies of the manga, assorted acrylics & buttons, OST CD, and i just purchased a listing on mercariJP that includes the Youji mousepad which was a holy grail item for me 🥹)

-posters & ticket stubs from the first ever Touken Ranbu stageplay that i actually got to see in Japan!!!

-and last but CERTAINLY not least, while trying to write my answer for this question, i found out that this little Dio polaroid bromide is verrrrry interesting! i got it from a listing of assorted secondhand jojo stuff i bought years ago… but i’m mentioning it because i was looking up my jjba merch just to see what things are going for these days and i found a listing for this item, alone, priced at 12,700¥???!??!! i’m guessing this is because J-World closed and this was a prize item. idk if this is a fluke markup or if it’s really just that rare… couldn’t find any other listings for it that weren’t years old and long-sold!

21- Favorite fic trope?

GOD this one is hard. i want to try and say something that’s *fanfic-y*, not just a kink… so how about omegaverse or maybe “there was only one bed”?? >w>

(fandom asks meme)

[invisibleraven]

I swear I'd be a better man

Written for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: different

Pairing: Luke/Reggie (featuring trans!Luke)

In this fic, Luke starts out identifying as a girl, using she/her pronouns and a female name. They realize that they identify as trans very early on in the story.

I went with the name Elaine since it means 'shining light' and Luke means 'light giving' and I thought it would be nice to pick names that have similar meanings instead of picking a feminine name that just sounds like Luke.

The pronouns change after Luke comes out to his mom, so you'll notice the shift.

If you think anything in this will trigger you, feel free to head back, maybe check out some of my other works. Stay safe friends.

On AO3!

All her life, Elaine had felt different. While all the girls her age were obsessed with princesses and pink, she much preferred to wear jeans and play cops & robbers with Alex and Bobby. Her mother would sigh, brush out the tangles from her long curly hair and send her on her way. Constantly lamenting her tomboy nature, but always pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Still love you little girl.”

“Mom…” she would whine. “Not in front of the guys.”

“Always wanting to be one of the guys,” Emily said with a shake of her head.

And that was it, wasn’t it? The thing that Elaine could never tell her mother-that she did want to be one of the guys-literally.

She had never felt comfortable being a girl-dressing like one, acting like one, with the prospect of her body changing to become a woman. She didn’t want any of that. She wanted to be a boy, to become a man. But she felt like she could never make that a reality, or tell her mom about it.

So she kept playing around with the boys, rejecting dresses and pigtails and pink with every fibre of her being.

Then puberty hit, and Elaine met Reggie.

Reggie who was so cool in his ripped jeans and leather jacket. Who could play like five different instruments and wrote his own songs, even if they were country, a genre that Elaine wasn’t a fan of. Reggie was also super pretty, and Elaine’s heart raced every time he shot his crooked grin at her.

Elaine had no clue what to do about that.

Especially since when she started writing songs, all of them revolved around green eyes, sprinkled freckles, and crooked grins. With goddamn hearts along the edges, and initials scrawled inside them in her spiky handwriting.

Worse yet was when her mom found them.

Emily usually didn’t snoop in her room, merely came in to collect laundry or ensure she was doing her homework. But she had made the mistake of leaving her notebook open to Crooked Teeth, and well, when Elaine got back from the kitchen with a snack, her mom was sitting on the bed next to the open notebook.

Elaine immediately panicked. What if her mom had seen the songs about being a boy? The list of names she liked, the pamphlets from Mrs. Butler about gender and transitioning, the number from a few people at the school’s GSA-that was all in there, and she wasn’t ready to have that discussion with her mom yet.

So she braced herself for the questions, the shouting, maybe even for the need to bolt. She didn’t think her parents would kick her out, they had been appalled at how coldly the Mercers had treated Alex when he said he was gay, but you never knew.

“Who’s Reggie?” her mom asked with a smirk.

“W-what?”

Emily gestured to the book beside her. “You have his name in hearts all over this page. So who is he?”

Elaine flushed, turning her head away. Another thing she really didn’t want to talk about with her mom. Because the sole reason she hadn’t asked him out yet was tied up in the whole wanting to be a boy thing. She knew Reggie wasn’t homophobic, he had been happy and supportive when Alex came out to them. She just didn’t know how Reggie would feel about dating a guy himself.

“He’s no one.”

Emily scoffed. “And I am the queen of Sheeba,” she let out a sigh and eased herself up. “Alright, I won’t push, I know this kind of thing can be tough to talk about with anyone, let alone your mom. But honey if you ever do want to talk, me and your dad are always here. About anything.”

“How about me getting a haircut?” Elaine deflected. “I kind of want to cut it really short, kinda punk.”

“But your curls are so pretty,” Emily replied, lifting a strand of the chestnut coif.

“Maybe I don’t want to be pretty!” Elaine erupted. “Maybe I want to be handsome!”

Then she realised what she said, clapping a hand over her mouth, then with wide, panicked eyes, looked at her shell shocked mother.

“Y-you want to be handsome?” Emily repeated, her voice quiet. “You want to look like a boy?”

“No,” Elaine said. “I want to be a boy.”

It felt like a huge weight lifted from his shoulders at the admission. So he kept going. “I’ve been doing research, and I can take hormones, and do the surgery with your permission. But… I want to be a boy. Use he/him pronouns, be introduced as your son.”

“Do you have a name picked out?” Emily asked, her expression betraying nothing.

“I may have a few,” he admitted.

“Okay then. This is a lot to take in sweetie. So maybe go hang out with your friends for the afternoon, give me some time to adjust. And when your father gets home this evening, we can discuss it. As a family.”

He rushed into his mothers arms, murmuring his love into her shoulder, feeling relieved that she hugged him back. He took a step back, the two of them exchanging watery smiles, and he grabbed his notebook, heading for the door.

“Oh, Ela… son?” Emily said, and he turned, smiling bright at her. “Tell Reggie how you feel. He’d be lucky to have a great guy like you for a partner.”

He smiled and blushed but went out the door feeling happier than he had in ages, and figured maybe just maybe, he should take his moms advice.

Reggie was in Bobby’s garage, his usual spot when not in school. Had told them all that his parents fought a lot and he’d rather be anywhere else than home to witness it. Bobby didn’t mind, he knew bad parents, given he only saw his once a year if he was lucky. Between the Shaws, the Mercers, and the Peters, the young Patterson boy had to think of how lucky he was in the parent department.

Reggie looked up and gave him that devastating crooked grin, making his heart palpitate like crazy. “Hey Lanie.”

And then it froze.

Because Reggie was the only one to use that name, but it reminded him that Reggie still saw him as a girl. That he needed to tell Reggie, and hope that it meant they could at least keep being friends, even if it meant a broken heart.

“H-hey Reg, whatcha working on?” he sat beside Reggie on the couch, but not close enough to touch, wanting that bit of space between them until the truth was out. If Reggie was upset by the lack of cuddles they usually shared, he didn’t let it show.

“Noodling around on an old song I wrote about my ex, figured it might be worth a look over now that it’s long past,” Reggie said, passing the music over.

He glanced over the lyrics, humming the melody, and then one single thing made him stop. “Reg… this is about a boy.”

“Well yeah, my last ex was Jason Mitchell, the bastard,” Reggie replied. “You know I’m bi right?”

“No I did not know that!” he exclaimed. “I mean, it’s all cool, love is love right? But I never knew.”

“Huh, could have sworn I told the both of you after Alex came out,” Reggie mused. “But yeah, I’m bi. Guess that makes you the odd woman out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Alex is gay, I’m bi, Bobby is ace… you’re the only straight one,” Reggie replied.

“I’m not straight,” he replied. “I’m pan.” For all his issues regarding his own gender, he had never cared what others were when it came to his attraction to them. Mrs. Butler told him about pansexuality, and that seemed to fit. Had put the pride pin on his bag shortly thereafter, but given no one had brought it up, maybe that was another conversation he needed to have with people. One step at a time though, this came first.

“Oh,” Reggie said. “That's wicked! We should see about playing a Pride event then, really stick it to the Mercers!”

“Fuck yes we should!” he said, high fiving Reggie.

They spent some time trading ideas for Reggie’s song back and forth when finally he asked. “So you really like boys?”

“And girls, yeah,” Reggie replied.

“Wh-what about boys who used to be girls?”

Reggie looked over at him, eyes searching, and then a look of understanding came over him, and he reached out, grasping his hands. “I’d be okay with that. I would just like to know the name of the person I’ve been wanting to ask out for ages now. Girl or boy, I still wanna date you. So give me a name, and I’m all yours.”

“Luke. My name is Luke.”

[agentem]

I want to talk about Nettles more. But no casting news or much to say except quote the book and go, “Nettles, am I right?”

“Septon Eustace says her teeth were crooked, her nose scarred where it had once been slit for thieving.”

Septon Eustace can suck a dick but I do sort of like the detail that she was a thief. Sheepstealer and her, OTP.

[wibble-wobbegong]

El asks <2

EL SWEETPEA <33333

1: sexuality headcanon

that girl is a LESBIAN

2: otp

uhhhh el and the warrior cats books. ive never read them but it seems like something she would enjoy idk

3: brotp

violently torn between elmax willel and elmike. she’s so best friend coded and has such beautiful dynamics with each of them. that being said “if you touch her again i will kill you again” was bromantic as hell of her

4: notp

i dont have to say it

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

braces!!! she gets braces when she’s older and not a target if the entire government. she has crooked teeth but got braces and was so excited to make them colorful and have colorful teeth

6: favorite line from this character

“no.” iconic

7: one way in which I relate to this character

we autism in the scary way fr

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

THE SCENES WITH ANGELA… girl i am so sorry

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll amen

[austin-mahones]

#PETERPATTERFEST: Day One: Favorite Scene 

[moonofiron]

Shikatema are always going to be my OTP. I think Shikamaru has truckloads of smooth beast™ potential/energy. And, Temari is a raging goddess who will only let Shikamaru tame her.

Set in post-Shippuden and pre-Boruto-verse.

Clearly, I really really dig intimacy, small underrated gestures, and a lot of eye contact during sex and that's kinda what made me write this one.

Anime: Naruto Shippuden

Characters: Nara Shikamaru x Temari

Genre: angst, fluff, flirting, smut, fingering, raw sex, explicit sexual content 🥵

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,013

Synopsis: Temari wants to learn Shogi.

Minors, dni, otherwise 10 years of bad luck.

Temari and Shikamaru had their backs against the wall of the Hokage's compound. They'd just come out of a meeting and Shikamaru wanted to smoke before they went out for lunch.

Who was he kidding. It wasn't so much about itching for a cigarette than it was about calming himself down. When it came to Temari, he could hardly think straight. He wanted to pull her into a kiss every time she said a simple hi. Her lips were hypnotising, like two soft clouds that were finally in his reach. Even the way she moved made his breath falter. The conviction with which she spoke made him want to slide his fingers inside her till she was babbling nonsense, till the only thing she said with that much conviction was his name. The bravery with which she fought made him want to kiss her toes, calves, knees; the devotee in him on full display under her. He wanted to feel the flesh of her hips in his palms. He wanted to feel her breath on his chest. He wanted -

"Ne, Shikamaru, why do you like Shogi so much?"

Shikamaru snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Temari dumbly before answering.

"Uh.. yeah..no, I just enjoy it a lot."

"You're always making reference to Shogi pieces and moves in strategy meetings."

"Hmm." He flicked his cigarette. "Let's go."

"What are you doing after lunch?"

"Nothing, just going to go back home and rest."

"Will you teach me Shogi?"

Shikamaru looked at Temari and sucked in air through his teeth. His mind was back to picturing her on his bed. It was back to undressing her, licking the smooth flesh of her neck, biting her cherry-seed nipples.

"Oi? I'm asking you something, Shikamaru? Where's your mind today?"

"Oh, we can play, sure." Shikamaru had an absolutely unreadable expression on his face. Temari looked at him funny and then pulled out the board game.

"Let's play now."

"Uhh.. you've been carrying this around? Tsk, mendukse."

"Please, I really want to learn how to play."

After a pause, she mumbled, "I think the kids at the orphanage will enjoy the game."

"What orphanage?" Shikamaru frowned.

"Nothing, I spend time with the kids at the orphanage back home. I play with them and teach them basic taijutsu and ninjutsu for self-defence. But, we're quickly running out of things to do. So, I thought Shogi would be a nice addition."

"Hmm. Let's go eat first."

They rounded up to a local teppenyaki. Shikamaru was eerily quiet at lunch. Temari felt uncomfortable but the food was so delicious that she let the discomfort go. She ate up quickly and waited for Shikamaru to finish, eager to learn Shogi. Every now and then she noticed him looking at her intently. She wiped her face frequently, thinking she may have something on her face.

She noticed how meticulously Shikamaru ate. He wrapped his long and lean fingers around the food delicately, almost as if he was making love to each and every bite. Temari felt a warmth spreading in her belly when Shikamaru lightly licked his fore-finger, middle-finger, and thumb once he was done. His thin, moist tongue darted out and his lips made the soft sound of a kiss as he took his fingers out of his mouth. His eyes didn't leave hers.

Temari realised a bit too late, her lips parted and eyes glistening, that he was aware of her gaze following his fingers. He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face and it infuriated Temari. She got up abruptly and excused herself to go the washroom.

Shikamaru wasn't blind to the affect he had on Temari. His lack of action was more about him not being able to figure out his feelings for her. He'd seen the way an apricot-blush rose to her cheeks whenever he did or said anything mildly suggestive.

He'd heard her low gasps and breathy sighs everytime he brushed against her accidentally. The way her body tensed against his sent him into a frenzy. He loved the way she softened around him when they were alone but hardened when they were with others. And honestly, he'd caught her looking at his lips way too many times. He knew she hated the smile he gave her in such moments. She fumed and her ears moved from the stress in her jaw as she clenched her teeth.

When Temari returned, the bill had been paid and Shikamaru was waiting for her outside.

"Let's go and teach you Shogi, hmm?"

"Umm, yeah. Thank you," she beamed. Shikamaru felt as if something had kicked him in his guts when she smiled like that. Oh, to have her smile like that always. To wake up to that smile. To be able to kiss the edges of that smile. To be -

"How far is your home?"

"What?"

"How far is it?"

"It's a quick 15-minute walk, love." Shikamaru knew he had faltered and felt a hammering in the back of his head.

"-What?"

"What?"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing! I just said it's a 15-minute walk...lovely in this weather."

"Hmm." Temari was too flustered to pay attention to Shikamaru lightly patting his shoulder for the excellent recovery.

They walked in silence till Shikamaru suddenly slowed down his pace. Temari stopped and turned around, already a few steps ahead of him. Her eyes widened. Shikamaru looked absolutely stunning in the soft sunlight. He was running his hands through his loose hair as he held hair-tie between his teeth. When he caught her looking at him, he held his hair in place and looked right back at her.

"Keep walking straight... unless you want to help?" He winked at her and smiled.

Almost as if she'd lost control of her body, Temari found herself holding the other end of his hair-tie between her teeth. Shikamaru's eyes widened and he grabbed her waist, his hair fell around his face like a glorious mane. His mouth pulled back the hair-tie from hers and spat it out. He immediately crashed his lips on hers, his hands dug into her plump waist as he kissed her hard. Temari, eager and equally enthusiastic, licked and bit his lower lip, making him groan softly. He shuddered as he felt her hands running through his hair and then as suddenly as Temari had caught his hair-tie between her teeth, she let go of him.

She covered her face with her hands as she came to her senses.

"Shikamaru, sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean..."

"Hey...hey hey... it's alright, hey, look at me." He held her shoulders.

"I'm so embarrassed, I'm really really sorry."

Shikamaru moved closer but she flinched away.

He sighed heavily.

"Temari, stay still. And, move your hands away from your face."

When she didn't budge, Shikamaru spoke in a whisper.

"Please."

When she did, Shikamaru held her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.

"It's okay. I'd do it again," he murmured against her chin and he sweetly pecked her lips. "And again." He briefly sucked on her lower lip. "And, again."

Temari's heart beat loudly against the quiet of the evening. He moved back, held her hand, and slowly started walking back to his house. A small smile played on his lips the entire time. His grip on her hand was hard and Temari felt as if a million baby sparrows had taken flight inside of her.

When they reached his place, Shikamaru didn't waste a single second. He closed the door, put the shogi board on the shelf, and pushed Temari against the door all in one move. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply, hungrily.

Temari's shallow moans came alive as she felt his hands running all over her body. He had already undone her kimono and unhooked her bra. He'd thrown it somewhere behind him, almost as if he were angry at it. She felt the waistband of her panties dig into the right side of her waist as he pulled the other side, tearing them off. They snapped right off in his grip and she was stark naked in a matter of seconds. She gasped at the slight pain and at his urgency. She panted and struggled to speak, too aware of everywhere his hands touched her.

"Shika...Shikamaru...but, the...shogi.. please."

"Fuck shogi," Shikamaru growled in her ear as he felt her hands deftly removing his pants. He rubbed her slightly moist and throbbing clit. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her to pull out the slick he wanted to smear all over her pussy and his cock. She whimpered softly and bit his neck, bruises quickly blooming on his pale skin.

He fingered her relentlessly and when he felt her clenching around his fingers, he pulled his hand back. The loss of his palm's warmth made her shudder. He removed his jacket and t-shirt. His warm cock rubbed against her as he hitched her up on his arms and she wrapped her legs around his slender waist. He dug his hands in her ass and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Fuck."

Shikamaru breathed hard and he thrust into Temari in one quick motion, eliciting an obscenely loud moan from her.

She threw her head back and hit it hard on the door. "Ouch," she giggled.

"Shit, are you alright, Temari?" a pained expression crossed his face.

"Hmm," she couldn't stop giggling.

He was still throbbing inside her and she was still giggling, making Shikamaru's heart flutter. He kissed her lips again. He giggled with her, against her mouth, until their child-like giggles morphed into moans and pants as Shikamaru fucked Temari in a steady pace. Her tensed and tight body started loosening up slowly and then all at once as she gushed around him silently. He pulled his face back from the crook of her neck without breaking his stride too look at her in her most vulnerable moments. She looked gorgeous than ever before, and Shikamaru felt his balls tighten at the way Temari's lips repeated his name in a whisper and in quick successions, like a chant.

"Fuck Temari, you're... making... me.. lose it," Shikamaru grunted in between thrusts. That earned him a sweet coo from Temari; it made him want to go faster and harder but his hands pained. He carried her inside to his room, and sat on the edge of his bed.

Still impaled on his cock, Temari saw Shikamaru's face in the dim light. He looked like a hungry beast, his hair a lovely mess and stuck to his neck and his face. His forehead glinted with a thin layer of sweat and his lips were parted as he inhaled her. His cheeks were decorated with a rose hue she'd never seen on him before. Temari took a strand of his hair stuck to his lip and tucked it behind his ear. Her fingers lightly circled his nipples, making the hair on his arms and neck stand.

He looked so stunning that she felt herself shrinking in front of him. Before she could turn her face away from his gaze, Shikamaru started moving inside her with such gentle and slow strokes that she felt another wave of an orgasm building steadily.

"You're so gorgeous on me, Temari." She blushed at the soft but obscene remark.

"Still shy, are we?" Shikamaru smirked as moved inside her. He didn't let her eyes go as he licked her nipples and then softly bit them. When he pulled his face back to kiss her lips, Temari's face changed to an expression that he couldn't decipher. She looked forlorn.

He cocked his head at her in confusion.

"Please..." Temari mumbled.

"Please what, babe?"

"Please, don't stop."

"Oh, you like that, huhn?" he spoke against her breasts. His lips on her soft and plump flesh made her arch her back and thrust her breasts into his face.

"Sugoi kirei, Temari," he whispered, making her nipples harden against his tongue again. She could feel him smiling against her flesh and her face felt hot. She clenched around his cock.

"Are you going to cum around me again, baby?" he mumbled against her breasts, as if his voice dictated their rise and dip.

She noticed Shikamaru was warming up with his usage of endearments, too. To hear him address her like this was unbearable. It sounded so sweet and so intimate, she felt like his voice would tear her apart.

She moved her hips with him, matching his rhythm.

"Such a good girl, moving on me like that, hmm?" he asked her tenderly.

At this, she gasped and breathed out in a rush, "Shikamaru I'm cumming."

"Yeah, love?" he increased his pace as she pressed her thighs around him.

He felt her loosening up and felt her cum coating his inner thighs. He never ceased to move in and out of her as she spasmed around him. She buried her face in his neck and grunted his name in his ear as she came around him.

His balls, now moist with sweat and her cum, slightly tightened against her ass. He felt himself losing control and he quickly pulled out and laid Temari on her back.

Shikamaru stroked his cock lightly as he eyed Temari spread out on the bed. He couldn't help himself and he dove right in. He kissed her face and neck. He nibbled at her slender shoulders and plump breasts. He licked her tight waist and bit the baby-flesh around her navel. His calloused hands never left her body and Temari's hands never left his hair. He kissed her thighs and calves and knees till he was sure he hadn't missed a single spot on her.

When Temari pulled his face close to hers to take him in a kiss, he propped himself on his elbow, spooning her.

"Let me look at you." He turned her face towards his and hitched her leg on his arm. He slowly started entering her, stretching her out and letting her ease around him, too. When Temari closed her eyes, he stopped, making her frown and gasp. Her eyes flew open.

"Look at me, Temari."

Temari swallowed as she looked deep into Shikamaru's eyes. She felt his cock moving all the way inside her and the burning intensity with which he looked at her made her buck. She held his eyes, too.

"This is unbearable. Please," she whispered.

Shikamaru was now moving inside her with hard thrusts, punctuated by their conversation. They were both whispering raspily to each other.

"What's unbearable?"

"The way you're making me look at you."

"Why?"

"I don't know, it's too much."

"Don't you dare look away, Temari."

Temari bit her lip and nodded.

"You'll look at me, and only me, when I fuck you."

"Hai."

"You'll look at me when I make love to you."

"Hmm."

"You'll look at me when you cum around me."

"Hai."

"You'll look at me when I fill you up."

Her eyes widened and she involuntarily arched her back.

"Ha...hai," she said

Shikamaru bit his lip and smiled at her as he increased his pace.

He held her jaw with the same hand Temari's leg was hitched on, spreading her legs as much as possible. She felt full and stretched and Shikamaru couldn't take how tight she felt.

Her green eyes, slightly teared up because of the pleasure she felt as he fucked her, started rolling back. The moment that happened, he hardened his grip on her jaw and increased his pace. He wanted her to gush around him. He wanted her to make a mess of his clean sheets. He wanted her to coat his cock with her orgasm. When she opened her mouth to make up for not being able to throw her head or roll her eyes back, Shikamaru let her suck and bite on his fingers until she came. Her orgasm stayed with her like a thunderstorm that refuses to leave in time. She bucked against Shikamaru violently as he held her down, fucking her in small and quick thrusts, observing her every move and reaction to him overstimulating her. It was getting unbearable for him to control himself, too. He couldn't believe how goddess-like she looked in her most private moments. God, he could get used to a sight like that.

"Gaman dekinai, Temari," he spoke hoarsely and started to pull out only to feel Temari's hand on his wrist. The intense focus that painted his face morphed into mild confusion. Temari clenched around his twitching and strained cock.

"Let me look at you when you fill me up."

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, baby."

He thrust back inside her and pulled her hair hard. He started fucking her again. He frowned in focus but his eyes were soft as they looked into Temari's. A drop of sweat made its way from the tip of his nose to her cheek. The loud slaps of his balls against her clit drowned out everything else for both of them. It only took him a few thrusts before he came inside her, bucking wildly but maintaining his gaze with hers nonethless. The way he groaned, the way his eyebrows moved, the way his earrings shivered with him, everything about him as he filled her up made Temari's heart take flight to her mouth. He collapsed beside her and she felt the soreness in her thighs rising up slowly. His short breaths against her back were ticklish and when she laughed, he joined her.

She tackled and rolled above him the moment he calmed down. As his limp and spent cock rested against her ass, she traced his face with a finger.

"Come here." He made her lie down on him so her face was buried in his neck.

"So, the first thing about Shogi is that it's played on a 9x9 board, that is, 81 squares," he spoke with a smile in his voice while tracing mindless circles on Temari's back.

[milf-harrington]

Character Ask: Suki and Sokka

SUKI

do I like them: yeah <3

5 good qualities: a leader, responsible, resilient, kind-hearted but doesn't take anyones shit, brave

3 bad qualities: i dont think she genuinely has any in the show, so any i list would likely be counted as headcanons?

favourite episode/etc: Season 1, Episode 4: "The Warriors of Kyoshi"

otp: suki/sokka OR suki/yue

brotp: suki & sokka

ot3: suki/sokka/zuko

notp: uhh suki/toph or suki/aang

best quote: "I'm a warrior... but i'm a girl too."

head canon: she has freckles and crooked teeth and eats with her hands (not in a messy way, she just tends to forgo cutlery)

SOKKA

do I like them: YEAH

5 good qualities: soo smart, brave, protective, creative, questions things

3 bad qualities: doesn't let himself be weak, doesn't actually see his own worth, pessimistic

favourite episode/etc: Season 3, Episode 4: "Sokka's Master"

otp: sokka/zuko

brotp: sokka & katara

ot3: sokka/zuko/suki

notp: sokka/katara, sokka/toph

best quote: all of them

head canon: freckles, has adhd, has tourettes

[s-gossamer]

For the character list ask, y'all know I gotta do it: Doc Ock babey!

Favorite thing about him - HIS SMILE. I absolutely melt whenever I see his smile. It's also contagious to me as whenever I see his smile I can't help but to feel the corners of my mouth being pulled up into a grin.

Least favorite thing about him - That he's fictional fffff. I've seen people say they don't like the bowl cut but I honestly love everything about him appearance wise, bowl cut included. I even love his crooked teeth, that's how infatuated I am.

Favorite line - "Butterfingers." I find myself cracking up whenever I nearly drop something because that line is all I can think of.

brOTP - Depends on which version of Ock but when it comes to movie Ock I'd say Curt Conners due to their more fleshed out interactions in the novelization.

OTP - Him and Rosie of course. The loving looks they gave each other were so damn precious.

Random headcanon - Otto can sing really well and has a smooth baritone going on. Would sing to Rosie sometimes or while he's working.

Unpopular opinion - Honestly not sure if I even have a single opinion on him that could be remotely considered unpopular.

Song I associate with him - I could be predictable and say the name of a certain song from a musical but I have a full playlist of songs that I think fit him in my own personal view of him. Though I will give one song from this list that I really enjoy a lot. Nightcall - Kavinsky

Favorite picture of him - I honestly have so many pictures of him saved to both my phone and computer and while the photo I used for my icon is pretty high up there, I really enjoy this one picture of him smiling.

[senjusibs]

Madara for the character thing, please.

for this character ask

favorite thing about them

how goofy he acts with hashirama :') i love that he's this battle hardened shinobi, literally one of the two strongest people on earth, but he STILL falls for hashirama's moping act....they are just soooo cute 🥺

least favorite thing about them

straight up abandoning his clan on the battlefield when izuna got injured. dude what the fuck. what kind of clan head ARE you

favorite line

literally every single time he makes fun of hashirama. but ESPECIALLY when he says he'll skip hashirama across the river. also there's probably more but im too lazy to find them </3

brOTP

mito!! just like palingenesis....also hashirama (dumbass besties) and izuna (luv me a good sibling relationship)

OTP

[shaking and vibrating like a hummingbird] i care about madatobi a normal amount like a normal person

nOTP

mito...idk what it is but madamito just INFURIATES me. (hashimadamito can stay but its on thin fucking ice)

random headcanon

shamelessly stealing this from lena elhnrt but he has crooked teeth! just a naturally early riser. also he's a tea snob and his favorite tea is lapsang souchong

unpopular opinion

i think he's ugly and i will NOT apologize for this. also i think he would have been an absolutely awful hokage

song i associate with them

literally almost impossible to just choose ONE because i love my entire madara playlist so much. shameless plug click link for more because i cannot pick a favorite

favorite picture of them

he;s resting

[mypersonmyg]

me and you | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, a smidge of angst

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: just a lil angst

summary: you ask yoongi about your future OR yoongi nearly breaks a leg in the university parking lot

a/n: evenin folks, tis the first day of drabble month! i wrote this drabble as a pairing to the ole Nom De Plume couple though it can be read as a standalone if you so choose :D

prompt 1. A - Age. Do the otp+ plan on spending their lives together? How do they imagine their relationship years from now?

november drabbles masterlist

main masterlist

Nom De Plume

Yoongi’s digits move agile against practiced keys, pouted lips pulling between worrying teeth. Your eyes drink him in, a cool autumn’s eve, the dancing of fireflies beneath a night left to glisten in the wake of a reflective moon. You tug loosened sleeves, sweater hugging against a chilled frame, and legs pulled to your chest with a wistful sigh. His movements continue without pause, but limitless pupils regard you with diversion as Yoongi’s lips betray a grin of unbridled warmth.

“You’re tired,” It’s a statement. His tone is endeared, but his intent teasing, earlier discourse upon the late hour leading you to the abandoned music hall to begin with. 

“I’m comfortable.” Your counter is followed by the lengthening of heavy limbs, voice strained against the prolonged stretch. Yoongi hums, followed by the flat tones of a piano half tuned. You pull your nose to a scrunch, the deafening keys appearing even more so with its echo into the hollow halls. “You’re losing your touch, Min.”

“Very funny, more like these pianos are losing theirs. I swear this place needs to put more budget into the actual instruments,” You’re aware of the serious tone, but frustration flushes puffed cheeks and you find yourself pushing from your seat to pad over to your flustered partner. 

You round slouched shoulders, arms dangling around Yoongi’s taught frame, the perfect view of his fingers prodding at sticky keys. Your lips fall to the apple of his cheek before the burying of  heavy eyes into the crook of his neck, warm from the scarf still dangling. 

“Mmmh, what are you gonna do about it?” You egg him on, arms rubbing the expanse of his sweatshirt. 

“I’m gonna take you home before I have to carry you.” He grabs hold of one of your hands, pressing soft lips to the delicate skin of your palm. He rises on converse feet not once releasing you from his steady grip, “You’re practically swaying on your feet.”

“I’m just enjoying the music.”

“I don’t hear any music, baby.”

“Your voice is music to my ears, babe.” You sing-song, following the light pull of Yoongi’s arm to the door. His groan is exasperated, followed easily by your melodious chuckle, his dark head bowing to the worn linoleum. 

Your path to the parking lot is filled with comfortable quiet, the revel in your respective company enough to fill the minute space between. The biting chill of the evening air pulls you to grasp Yoongi as close as possible, legs forced to a wobble as your steps echo against freezing concrete. 

“Do you think this will last?” Your voice is but a whisper, chords shying away from the wind not withheld by your scarf, woolen fabric itching at your neck. Yoongi hums in response, attention not all there as his gaze travels the expanse before you. “Do you think we’re gonna be together when we leave all of this behind? Or do you just see this as a school thing?”

You find your feet nearly tangled as Yoongi trips over himself. It takes but a moment for you to steady your strides, Yoongi gathering distance as he regains his footing. You’re in the midst of a car-less lot, catching your breath as Yoongi adjusts his jacket, hand brushing through his hair. 

“Are you okay?” You step forward to close the distance, hand easily finding Yoongi’s in silent tandem. He nods though his pupils are blown, you’re sure if the bottom of his face were visible the parting of his lips would give way to his bewilderment at your sudden inquiry. 

“I’m fine I just-do… do you think we won’t be together?” It’s the shift in his tone that clues you in to his wild thoughts. You’re quick to lead him to the car, the reprieve of the heated interior doing little to ease the growth of tension that has wormed between two melded souls. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You stare straight ahead, Yoongi busying with the turning of dials to warm you further. “I just...I mean we’re graduating soon and we haven’t really talked about it.”

“I didn’t know it was something that we needed to discuss.” He’s rigid and you’re mortified, an accidental hiccup in an evening otherwise untouched. Silence stretches over, your body falling victim to the itch of discomfort, the heat suddenly too much. Yoongi’s hands rest against the wheel, his breathing even and audible over the whir of the engine.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to make it a thing--”

“Yes.” Yoongi cuts through your words, not with volume, but sheer conviction. You fight the pull of fabric against your collar, turning to him with ducts threatening to spill over. Despite the words settling like golden leaves against dying greenery, you can’t help but prompt the necessity for unnecessary clarification driving you on. 

“What?”

“We’ll be together. After college and beyond this hell hole,” He chuckles at his own words, gums catching reflection under the invasion of fluorescent street lamps. “I’ve been faced with a reality without you in it and I’m positive I never want to go back to it. You say things like my voice is like a song and my smile is what keeps you going and I don’t always reciprocate but I hope you know that you’re that and so much more to me.” 

“I do, I know.” You assure, hand reaching over the center console, landing against the expanse of his thigh.

“Well, did you know that sometimes I still sit outside of the practice room? I just listen and think about how we got here, how I got lucky enough to be here.” Your head swivels barely coherent, a small gasp conjuring the tiniest cloud from the still thawing vehicle. “Or that whenever I come in for coffee and I see you standing behind that damn counter I think about the day all of this started, and then you look at me and it feels like I’ve been punched in the chest.” 

“I hope you mean that in a good way,” You squeak, still stunned at the ongoing admission. 

“You knock the breath out of me, babe. I guess that’s why I was taken by surprised because if I’m not making you feel the same way then we’ve got a pretty big problem.” 

You don’t bother trying to respond with a  thought of the intelligible, Yoongi robbing you of any possible chance the moment he began speaking. Instead your hands come to grip puffed cheeks, unaware that you aren’t the only one overpowered with raw emotion until you feel the dampness of soft skin. Your forehead pushes against his, noses meeting and breaths mingling. 

“I love you,” Is all you manage and you know that it’s enough. Know that it’s enough because of the way Yoongi’s lips press against yours in an instant. 

The pressure is late night conversations, the occasional peck befalling heated cheeks, it’s breakfast in bed as the threat of a skipped class looms. It’s a pressure that reminds you that your flow is his and his is yours, no questions asked and none needing to be answered. It fills the crevice of uncertainty that cracked unaware beneath your skin, feeding off of remedied events past.

Suddenly too much heat is not enough and Yoongi is pulling away, breath labored and hands once more against the wheel. His gaze is forward and cheeks dusted with lustful blush. He offers you only a glance, unable to hold for longer than a minute without threat of once more closing lengthened distance.

“I should get you home, you have an early class.” 

“Mmmm or you could let me stay over,” You suggest, cheeky nature about you once more. Yoongi’s grip tightens, lip pulling inwards in a contemplative gnaw. “I’ll sleep better.” 

“Hmm sleep, right.” His throat clears as he pulls from the lot. “So...are we good?”

“I was thinking that we could move to the city,” Is your response, the Yoongi smiling straight ahead, hand finding yours to once more grace with the skin of his lips. He doesn’t respond, knows the action is enough as you continue to speak and he continues to listen, affectionately offered and received with mutual adoration. 

“Whatever you want, babe, I’m in it for the long haul.”

[p4lparker]

Practice Makes Perfect;

Put up a poll on who you all think Y/N should end up with... and John B is getting none of the love!  But you guys want a poly relationship with the OTP... we’ll see!  I just want to say thank you so, so much for reading this! I really appreciate it! And if you guys ever want to talk to me or chat or anything.. I’m game!  I’m also going to try and put together a Prompt list for you guys to request stuff from in between my series’ that I plan on writing..  If you have any requests based on songs or anything.. send em in and I’ll give it a bash!! 

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                                                  Gentle Hands;

                 You weren’t sure what woke you; whether it be the heavy arm draped around your middle, the breath fanning across your neck and brushing the hair that had loosened itself from your braids against your skin, the birds chirruping loudly or the blinding sunlight beaming through the open curtains. Or maybe it was the accumulation of all of that? Or possibly it was the plush lips scattering kisses across the top of your shoulder. You sighed happily an wriggled closer to the heat radiating from behind you- a smile tugging at you lips- feeling all kinds of fuzzy, butterflies fluttering madly in your stomach, you felt him wrapped around you- his bare chest pressing to your back. His entire body molded against the back of yours.

               “Good Morning..” He whispered against your skin, barely letting his lip leave you- his nose brushing against you; he couldn’t get enough of you, and he wasn’t sure he ever would, or if he would ever want to let you go. The way you felt pressed against him, was the most content he’d felt in months. Especially since his father had disappeared- you made the empty husk of a house feel like a home once more; you and JJ. He felt like that’s all he would ever need.

               You giggled at the feeling of his soft lips tickling against you skin. You tried to wriggle around so you could face him, but his arm just held you fast- lips still attacking any skin they could come into contact with. Until he let his arm unwrap from around you- he let you roll onto your back before hovering overtop of you, his toned arms holding him above you. His sandy brown hair dangled around his face and tickled your blushing cheeks, as he pecked at your face instead, leaving a kiss teasingly close to your lips.

               “I changed my mind… It’s a great morning!” He whispered- his eyes scanning your face, his own lips smiling cheesily at you. “You look perfect by the way.” His eyes held a sincerity that made you want to hide your face from him- he was gazing at you, there was something else lingering in there, something you couldn’t place. You bottom lip tucking itself between your lips as you stared at eachother.

               “Shut up!” You whined bringing your hands up to hide your face from his grinning face. He laughed and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

               “Seriously, I mean it.. Naked is a good look for you, in fact I think it’s the best look. And I think you should wear it more…” John B teased, as he let his lips lazily kiss against your own. You felt a heat rush up your body- not only from the embarrassment of his comments but also at the feeling of his lips meeting yours and your skin. You felt your body react to him immediately; hands tracing up his smooth back to tangle in his hair, one of your legs hitching around his hip and pulling him closer to you as you both got lost in the feeling of lips meeting lips. Tongues meeting tongue and teeth nibbling. You could feel a swirling sensation in your stomach and a slickness begin to settle between your thighs- you couldn’t help but buck against him slightly trying to create some kind of friction in hopes of relieving some of the pressure building.

               “Like all the time… Clothes should never be an option for you again..” his voice was husky and breathing ragged as he continued to let his lips- the fire spread trough your body, where his skin met yours it felt like an electric current was thrumming. You felt your nipples pucker as they brushed against the hard planes of his chest. You sighed as his lips found their way to the column of you neck. Kissing, licking and nibbling his marks into your skin- when he was sure there would be evidence he had been there he pulled back to admire his work; eyes lighting up as he saw the purple bruises blossoming over your skin like petals on a vibrant bloom. His Cheshire cat grin was contagious and you could feel your own lips tugging up to follow his own, tugging on his hair and pulling his lips to your own once more. Giggling at the rough noise to leave his lips, but kissing him all the same.

               And dear lord, you could never get bored of this boys lips. They were perfect. Chapped but soft, teasing but careful- just right, making you feel like a character form a children’s book. One of his hands ventured down your now familiar body; tickling and grazing against your skin. Teasing up and down your waist before his fingers found the hardened peak of your nipple; he brushed over it carefully before rolling it under the pads of his fingers. Pulling back to watch your face as he pinched at the peak. Tugging at the sensitive bud- his eyes wide and scrutinising your blissed out expression, before dropping his lips to your chest, wrapping them around the bud and nibbling before laving his tongue over it soon after. His efforts were rewarded by you bucking your hips in to his and the loud moan that echoed around the room. You found yourself getting lost in him once more, his hair tickling against your flushed skin as he ventured down your body, peppering kisses as he went- differing soft and sloppy until he landed on his destination. Lips suckling and teeth nibbling obvious marks into the tops of your thighs before his lips delved in. Tongue swiping against your slick slit, gathering some of your juices as it flowed from you- letting his tongue explore your folds, laving them with attention. Your breathing hitched and moans flew from your mouth as you fell deeper in to the pleasure. You could feel his tongue circle your most sensitive nerves, before his plush lips closed around it- pulling it into his warm and talented mouth, his teeth nipping gently, only heightening the arousal and pleasure sweeping through your body. You could feel the coil begin to knot itself within your lower stomach- tightening as he pushed you closer to the precipice of pleasure. John B was figuring you out, and he was enjoying every moment of it- he was learning if he moved his tongue slowly within you and then added his fingers when you least expected it, you would tug and pull harshly on his hair, and it drove him mad- the sounds that slipped from your lips fuelled him on, as he moved himself into the mattress, not even embarrassed as he could feel himself chasing his own high, knowing it wouldn’t be long.

               His fingers slipped within you easily and pumped quickly, nothing like the languid laps of his tongue against your clit. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushing them back in rapidly, crooking them to hit you at a new angle- one that made you moan his name desperately and fist his hair as he pushed you over the edge. Legs going numb and shaking all at the same time. You were a panting shaking mess when he lifted his face from you, after cleaning you to his satisfaction- he was smirking at you as he shuffled up slightly and rest his chin on your stomach as your tried to calm your racing heart and laboured breathing.

               “Definitely the best morning.. I think we should stay here and let me do that all day long..” John B stated lifting one eyebrow as he continued to smile cockily at you. You shook your head lifting your hands to hide your burning face. “That sounds like the best plan I’ve ever heard!” He laughed peppering kisses along your hips and lower stomach.

               “I thought Pope was the brains and came up with the plans..” You laughed- his head lifted from you quickly, face a picture, eyes wide mouth slightly agape.

               “Okay. One; please don’t talk about Pope when I still have your taste on my tongue.. And Two; I come up with plenty of good plans, like the one previously mentioned..” John B stated as his fingers found their way to your waist and began tickling the soft skin there. You giggles spurred him on and his fingers were relentless in their onslaught. He was still wedged between your thighs, most of his weight resting on his elbows, as he dropped his lips to your lower stomach as it quaked with laughter, he pursed his lips and blew a raspberry on to the skin- making you laugh louder as your hands tried to pry his away. When you were a gasping mess; laughter tears leaking down your face, mouth gaping wide but no sound escaping you he stopped. Moving himself up to hover over you on his hands and knees pressing a kiss to your forehead as you calmed. He moved his face level with yours, ghosting his lips across your own before pressing his forehead against your own. The room had silenced, and that was when you heard it; the incessant buzzing of your phone on the floor beside the bed, you sighed and let a hand drop from the mattress blindly groping for the device. Your fingers brushed against it and pulled it towards you, peeking at the notifications; there were a couple of messages from Kie, and you pushed the boy smothering you with pecks once more away from you. He frowned as your hand pushed against his chest, but he sat back on his feet regardless.

               “So much for your genius plan..” You stated showing him the messages, reminding you of your extra shift at The Wreck. He puffed air into his cheeks, looking like a puffer fish and let the air out nodding, with a forlorn look in his eyes. He grabbed the phone from your hand and tossed it behind him on the bed and kissed you quickly once more, before gripping your hands and tugging you to sit up with him, his arms wrapping you up in him and holding you close.

               “Alright… it was a genius plan, but I have a better one… You can only leave this bed on one condition..” John B sighed pouting his full lips at you, you rolled your eyes but nodded gesturing for him to continue. “You can only leave this bed to do boring work as long as you wear the shirt you were changing into last night!” He stated, staring you down- hazel eyes alight with mischief, an eyebrow arched at you challengingly and his lips teasing a grin he was trying to hold back. You thought it over for a moment before shaking your head.

               “I can’t wear your clothes John B, remember the rules. We can’t tell the others. You and JJ came up with the rules in the first place.” You stated pushing him off you and rolling to gather the abandoned shirt on the floor. A part of you longing to wear his shirt but the other part of you scared that the smartest two of your ‘family’ would work out the whole situation.

               “I said wear my shirt… not tattoo our agreement on your forehead. Besides, you look amazing wearing my clothes- its like you have a part of me with you all day even though I can’t be wrapped around you, my shirt can be… And now I’m jealous of my shirt..” John B started strong, rolling his eyes, but by the end of his last sentence he was frowning in such a cute way. You bit your lip to suppress the giggle waiting to erupt. Your fingers were playing with the collar of the shirt- thumb brushing over it gently. You turned to see him still flopped on the bed- pouting like a toddler and you could feel yourself nodding before you even realised you were doing so. He sat up and whooped, rushing from the bed to grab you around the middle and spin you in a circle. You patted his shoulder and rolled your eyes at his antics- he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek before letting you down but not letting you go; his eyes glancing over your naked body once more. A hungry look settling in his eyes, as you pushed him away and began collecting your clothes. Dragging them on; the bikini from the day before, along with your now dry shorts and converse- before pushing your arms through his stripey shirt. John B came and stood behind you, sliding his arms around your waist and buttoning it up for you- his chin resting on your shoulder. He buttoned half of the buttons and left the shirt open from just below your bikini top, slapping your hands away as you tried to do more up- after his hands slapped at you a few times, you just let them be, allowing John B to have his way again. You moved on to take your hair from its haphazard braids; leaving your hair in a wavy mass. He was just beginning to leave kisses on your neck again, groaning as he caught sight of you in his shirt in the mirror- when a loud honking came from outside the ramshackle building. You bent at the hips and pushed away from him, prying his needy hands from your body. Once you were free you ran from his bedroom and through the house towards the covered in porch- you could hear him following behind you, laughing at your antics. you continued to run out the wooden home and towards the Jeep Kie was situated in and leaning on the horn. Just as you were pulling the door open he had made it to the path leading up to the chateau.

               You clamboured into the car before pulling your body out of the sun roof- raising your hand to your forehead you gave him a two fingered salute as Kie began to drive away. John B clutched at his heart dramatically and you laughed- Kie taking one hand from the wheel to pull you back in to the now moving vehicle and into your seat.

               “Seatbelt… cause apparently you wanna kill yourself..” She grumbled, you laughed- rolling your eyes but doing as she said non-the-less. Kie turned her face to you, a questioning look painted on her beautiful face- which you happily ignored in favour of playing around with the radio controls. She sighed at you ignoring her but allowed you, your privacy; besides, that display could have just been friendly, she needed more evidence before she confronted you with her theories. Once the pair of you got to The Wreck- you were both whisked up in work. It was a busy day- the earlier days of summer usually were, not that the busyness eased off any during the summer, but the first week the staff were exhausted by closing. You and Kie were rushing around from the get-go; taking orders, filling them, cleaning and clearing tables. You and Kie had a system; and were able to manoeuvre around each other as if dancing in a ballroom. Pirouetting around each other and customers with full trays of food and drinks. Mr C offering you both high fives as you passed at a job well done- you both dancing an swaying to the beat of the happy tunes playing form the speakers. The breakfast rush had been and gone- allowing you all to breath a small sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long as you all glanced at the clock; the lunchtime rush was imminent. You laughed as Kie ran a hand through her curly tresses and tugged. And so the dance began again; you both dashing around each other carefully. You were helping an elderly couple pay for their meal when John B and JJ strolled through the doors and plonked themselves down at the counter in front of you.

               As you took the couples payment and they left you a hefty tip- which you’d share with Kie as it was way too much- you raised a brow to the two boys who were trying to smile ‘innocently’ at you, and you felt nerves settle in your stomach. You turned to the two, and just stared- trying to channel as much of Kie’s attitude as you could.

               “What can I getcha boys?” You asked, when Mrs C looked over at you, the boys looked at you questioningly at your change in demeanour- you tilted your head and smiled widening your eyes, and they seemed to get the message. Laughing as they turned to wave at Kie’s Mom before ordering fries and shakes a piece. You nodded and sent the order to the kitchen, before wandering back to them. As you stood in front of them and began wiping down the counter top; JJ held up a hand, you let your eyes look at the dangerous and familiar key chain dangling from his hand.

               “What the hell JJ… Your dad is gonna kill you!” You whispered frantically, your body going cold but sweating at the same time. JJ just shrugged and smirked.

               “The asshole raided my cash-stash.. so I’ve temporarily misappropriated the Phantom keys as collateral..” He stated, there was a shadow in his eyes- which chilled you, John B just smiled.

               “We’re gonna take her for a spin tomorrow.. You, me , Jay, Pope and Kie.. Pogues in style baby!” John B laughed, it was obvious that he probably hadn’t helped JJ with this particular scheme, but he was supporting it which was just as dangerous. You had an unsettling feeling seat itself within you, as you stared helplessly at John B, who shook his head slightly. Just as you saw their order be put on the side to be delivered to them; Pope walked through the door and Mr C placed a hand on your shoulder and nudged his head to where Kie was clearing your usually booth. You smiled gratefully at the older man before leading the boys to the booth, Pope stopping off to give his order to Mr C on his way past. John B slid into one side of the booth, tugging on your hand and pulling you in after him- JJ then shoving you closer to the brunette as he slid in after you; leaving you sandwiched between the two. Kie raised a brow but followed Pope into the other side regardless- and shortly after you were all seated comfortably, Mr C delivered food to the table; fries and shake for JJ and John B, chicken nuggets for you with a coke, Kie a veggie burger and pepsi and Pope had a sub. JJ reached for the Mayo and John B reached for the ketchup, both squeezing some from the bottles on to your plate- the two sauces touching, before JJ reached over and mixed the two together for you with a fry. John B reached a fry over and dipped it into the pink sauce before popping it into your mouth and wrapping an arm around you.

               A cough brought your attention from the nuggets in front of you; you looked to Kie and she stared at you, brows raised, eyes wide, and chin pointing to her chest. You could feel the heat race through you, as you felt her gaze focused on you and JJ hand squeezed your thigh under the table. Pope also looked at you, like he was trying to figure something out. And you quickly looked away from the pair and tried to focus on the food. The two boys either side of you either pretended not to notice the inquisitive pair in front of you or they simply ignored it. JJ offering you his shake to sip from- and the meal continued with only mild discomfort for you; as JJ let his finger draw aimlessly on your thigh under the table and John B let his fingers twist in to your hair. It was only when a small food fight started between JJ, Pope and John B did Mr C come over to you all and tell you and Kie your break was over. You waved the boys off as they were leaving the blonde and the brunette of the group blowing you and Kie obnoxious kisses over their shoulders- you held up both hands and flipped them the bird before slipping back into work mode; and with that the afternoon rush began, progressing in a similar way to the busy morning.

               By the time the end of your shift rolled around and Kie had dropped you off back at home- you felt dead on your feet. You barely registered the fact that your dad’s car was in the driveway. You moved like a zombie through the house; having a sleepy and barely coherent conversation with your dad, who pushed you up the stairs. You sluggishly moved your way through your shower- yawning all the while. You stumbled back to your room and pulled on a shirt which definitely wasn’t yours, the deep arm holes clueing you in as to who it belonged to. After tugging it on and a pair of underwear sleepily you then flopped on to the bed and let unconsciousness claim you.

   You awoke later in the night- mouth feeling dry and a desperate thirst in need of quenching, so you trudged your way downstairs- turning on a few lights to aid your venture to get a bottle of water, when the condensed bottle was gripped loosely in your hand a tap at the back door nearly made you drop the slippery bottle. You turned and tried to look through the glass panes in the door, you could see a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness- you stepped cautiously towards the door brandishing your bottle as a weapon. You stepped towards the glass door, one hand hovering over the handle to check it was locked when you caught sight of familiar blonde hair. You sighed out relieved and unlocked the door- before pocking your head out into the muggy air.

“JJ? What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted, as he stepped forwards and came out of the shadows to stand infront of you. You could barely make his features out as your eyes strained to adjust to the lack of light. But you could hear him sniffle slightly as he let his body fall into yours- your arms immediately lifting to wrap around his shaking form, you dragged him inside and urged him to follow you. You let him go as you locked the door once more and turned to the lights and flicked them on; the air that had been in your lungs left you in a painful rush as you took in the sight of the blonde boy. He stood before you, hood covering his hair mostly but the sides and font stuck out wildly, his face almost unrecognisable under all he swelling, bruises and cuts that littered his usually beautiful face. You could see he was favouring one side of his body; he was leaning to the right and your heart clenched as your foggy mind connected the dots.

“Hey.. You should see the other guy..” JJ muttered and tried to smile- it came out more like a grimace as the movement made blood seep from his split lip, so he tried to huff out a laugh- that also failed as he winced obviously clutching his arm to his ribs. After staring briefly you moved around the room collecting supplies; ointments, alcohol wipes and a few butterfly strips- pushing him in to a chair and you kneeled before him.  You shook your head and bit your lip as you began to try and first aid him to the best of your minimal ability. He hissed and groaned slightly as the alcohol wipes made contact with the weeping cuts on his face, and he tried to keep from flinching as your gentle fingers rubbed bruise ointment into his delicate skin. You were trying to keep your hands gentle; not wanting to cause anymore injury or pain for the Maybank boy. Your heart felt like it was breaking for him, as the shadowy sadness settled within his baby blues.

“JJ… What happened?” You whispered to him- words feeling as if they were getting stuck in your throat as it constricted. He looked into your eyes before turning away from you- the shame rolling off his body in waves, not calming like the ones he loved to surf- these waves felt roiling and harsh.

“You should be saying ’I told you so!’, cause you were right.. My dad found out I’d took the Phantom keys and he didn’t take to kindly to that- so he showed me just how much he appreciated it..” JJ muttered, there was a bitterness to his words and eyes as he spoke- and it made you want to both cringe away from him and wrap him in your arms tightly. Your breath hitched and you could feel our head shaking back and forth.

“I never want to be right about that.. ever..” You whispered back, your voice simply not strong enough, as your bottom lip quavered, you sank your teeth into it to stop its wobbling. Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his neck and you dragged him towards you, and he didn’t resist- letting you engulf him, he needed to feel you- he needed to be surrounded by you. When you made contact with him- he pulled you from your knees and into him, continuing to tug and pull at you until you were sat in his lap- legs and arms holding him close; as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of your neck, breathing you in. You let him drown in you and felt large dollops of water drip onto your skin. Pulling back, you lifted your hands to his face, lifting it to your level and staring into his tear-filed eyes; you kissed his stained and bruised cheeks, before moving to his lips trying to pour everything you felt into it. When you parted, you just gazed at each other, and breathed. You placed a delicate kiss to his forehead before standing from his lap and unwrapping yourself from him- clasping your hands together, you pulled him behind you, he followed you without question- though you gave one anyway.

“Come to my room… The ‘Sheriff’ is in so I can’t very well leave you to sleep in here..” you murmured over your shoulder,  as you moved around the room and cleared up after yourselves- before dragging him up the creaky stairs and into your room. He closed it softly behind him and shuffled to the bed behind you. You let go of his hand and moved to lay on the bed, throwing the covers away and opening your arms for him to crawl into, which he did. He laid on his stomach- as you laid on your back, he got comfy; arms snaking around your waist, head resting on your stomach and his chin tucked into his bicep. You let your fingers trail through his salty tresses, twisting- both of your breathing in time and calm. You were beginning to believe the blonde had fallen to sleep as he was still, but just as the thought flittered through your mind you felt his lips press into you, his lips meeting the worn and soft t-shirt material that covered your body. After that first contact, his lips began a dance across your stomach, his fingers gently rooking the shirt from your torso so he could get at your skin. He nuzzled his face in to the bare skin of your stomach- before sitting up abruptly and tugging his own hoodie and shirt off, he laid himself back down- and let his body contour to your own. The heat from his skin nearly overwhelmed you, it was already a sticky evening and his added warmth was almost stifling, but you bit your tongue and allowed him to soak you in.

You were wrapped around each other; and you felt content. You felt his ring clad fingers explore your skin; soft like the wings of a butterfly, barely ghosting over you, tracing unrecognisable patterns, lines and swirls. The feeling of his calloused fingertips was dizzying, especially when accompanied by him being pressed against you- and his scent enveloping you. His face again met your skin and his lips began to worship you once more. His kisses were mainly focused on your shoulders and neck before venturing to your own lips. At first it was a simple brush of a barely there kiss- but soon his lips became more fervent- more desperate in his attempts to taste you. His tongue sweeping against your bottom lip begging for entrance, and who were you to refuse him. His kisses were needy and imploring you, searching for something. He was a flurry of hands and lips and movement, and he was simply intoxicating to you. You were like putty in his hands- melting at his touch, and completely malleable to his whim. His lips trailed down your neck and his fingers danced across the band of your underwear- heat rising between you, the air felt heady- the passion growing between you palpable. Those calloused tips dipped below the elasticated band and teased you, slithering through your soaked slit. As his hands wandered, so did yours; through his salted hair, up and down his slightly sweaty back, tickling around his waist before trekking along his abs- them flexing as your own delicate fingers explored. The slipped lower and ran along the band of his own bottoms making his breath hitch as he pulled from your lips to stare at you wide eyed.

“We go at my speed? Show me how to love you…” you whispered, scared he would say no and reject you. Scared of the unknown, scared it was too much too soon. You were only just beginning your journey with him and John B; but you wanted, no needed to show him that hands can love as well as hate.

“You don’t have to do this.. This was all about you remember..” He whispered back, voice wavering and breath coming out in short pants. You shook your head and smiled in what you hoped was a reassuring manner- before holding his bruised face carefully between your hands and kissing him gently on the lips. He pressed himself against you from lips to hips, his body weighing on you in a comforting manner- as your hands began to wander once more. You dragged one hand from the curves of his lower back to slip between you both; fingertips and palm flush against his taut and toned stomach, abdominal muscles flexing as he felt the contact. His breathing was erratic as the kiss you shared became more passion fuelled. Your fingers lingered on the waist band of his shorts, tracing along it before moving cautiously to the button holding them closed. Your fingers trembled slightly and fumbled the button through the hole before dipping to the zipper below and easing it down. You hand grazing against him- he gasped at the slight contact, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder as he panted lightly. Your heart was racing, but you weren’t sure whether it was to do with the boy falling apart above you at the slightest touch or if it was to do with the nerves building within. You let your fingers dance across him; trying to explore him, he was hard and pushing against the confines of his boxers and shorts, there was a heat radiating from him and he felt large- which intimidated you. His lips began nibbling and sucking into your shoulder and neck as you became braver.

Your hand cupping more firmly and giving an experimental squeeze through the last couple layers of his clothing. Before sliding up and into the soft material of his boxers; at the first contact you almost withdrew, the skin here was softer than you imagined or cared to think about. You gently tugged your hands from him and pushed him off you; he looked startled and his own hands moved to re-fasten his shorts, thinking you’d changed your mind. But you slapped his hands away and pushed him to lie on the bed- kicking a leg over his hips and pressing yourself into him. lips attaching to his and kissing him fully and whole-heartedly. You moved your hips over him and let one of your hands drop from his shoulders to his waistband again, shuffling off him and lower down his body as you tugged his boxers and shorts to follow- leaving them to rest on his thighs. You looked at him and felt your eyes widen, and your mouth go dry. There he lay in all his glory; he laid against his stomach, the tip was a rosy colour- the middle glistening as drops of pre-cum gathered. You bit your lip and lifted your eyes from him, to look at JJ in the face. He in turn was watching you closely, a matching rosy colour on his cheeks as below.

“How can I make you feel good?” You whispered as your cheeks flushed more red. JJ just stared at you wide eyed with a small smile on his face.

“M-maybe use your fingers to touch the top.. you need to make me wet..” JJ stumbled over his words, and you giggled lightly before following his instructions- you used the pads of your index and middle fingers to spread the wetness over as much of him as possible, but he didn’t seem wet enough yet. So you removed your fingers and slipped them into your mouth tentatively- getting a small taste of him, and it wasn’t unpleasant, in fact you wondered if he’d let you taste him fully at some point. You looked to JJ for approval as you licked your hand; fingertip to heel of your palm, JJ watched blue eyes dark and wide- mouth dropped open and cheeks rosy. You moved your hand towards him, his hand wrapping you around him, and squeezing before moving your hand slowly along the length of him from base to tip. The change in him was almost instantaneous; he fisted his other hand in your sheets below him and his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip harshly. You were entranced by him, his hair seemed even more wild as it splayed against your pillow- some tendrils tickling against his forehead. His hand continued to move your up and down, showing you how to hold him- how tightly to squeeze. When you reached the tip once more, your thumb swept over it again to collect the liquid leaking there. He moaned at the contact and it gave you a boost in confidence you didn’t expect; you pushed his hand away from yours with the unoccupied one. And you took over; you hand moved over him at a leisurely pace, allowing you to familiarize yourself with him and the amazing sounds slipping from his slightly chapped lips.

“F-f-faster p-please?” His voice was needy and heady, and you could do nothing but comply. You picked up the pace, hand running over him quickly, thumb tracing over the tip from time to time. Your eyes left his member and looked towards him; his face was screwed up in the most glorious way you’d ever seen, eyes pinched closed, bottom lip clutched between his teeth tightly- though it didn’t stop the delicious noises escaping him and echoing throughout your room. And his moans and groans only spurred you on, you couldn’t tell who wanted the climax more; him or yourself. As you watched him with rapt attention; taking note of how he whined when you altered your angle slightly. You felt your own excitements and arousal simmer within your blood- he was just so breathtakingly beautiful like this…

 You wished he could stay like this forever. But it was coming to an end, and soon it appeared- if the whimpers and pants coming from him were any indication. Your hand never slowed, but your fingers flexed, squeezing him slightly more. And with a twist of your wrist- you weren’t quite sure what made you do it, but it was appreciated greatly. As his stomach clenched and his knuckles wrapped around the bed sheets turned white- he let out an almost sinful noise, deep from his throat that had you gasping and ravishing his lips with your own. And then he stiffened as hot spurts of him dotted along the palm and back of your hand. Your lips were lazily and sloppily kissing each other- tongues and teeth meeting languidly. His hands twisted into your hair and held you against his lips and his body- he needed you close to ground him once more. His breathing calmed along with the kissing it became less needy, and more like gentle pecks. He reached for his abandoned t-shirt blindly as he kept you pressed against him lips- his need for constant contact made your heart swell and melt all at the same time. He gripped the shirt with one hand, collected your other one and wiped away the evidence of what had just passed between the two of you. Once he was content you’d been cleaned enough, he pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, and continued to wriggle his shorts down his legs and pull up his boxers. Before he settled back into the bed beside you and tugging you close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his head on your stomach, once more brushing his lips against you. Your fingers tangling in his blonde tresses and twisting gently until both of your breathing slowed and sleep over took you both.

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