#slowly getting up to date to where I'm at now in game @_@

[adzrielfaie]

Damn, I moved him out so fast... I don't have any other pics of him! See you when we finally have the time to visit you a week after your first child is born. So, when he's already a toddler. 😅🙃

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Sung Jinwo's significant other, who was with him through thick and thin. Someone who was very close to his family and would often fill in the gaps in his life and family.

Imagine doing your normal routine in the mornjng into to look into the calendar and saw today's date marked up with a note that says parent teacher conference causing you to blink, still sleepy. First of all, you've graduated high-school and is a worker and a part-time hunter. Second, you don't have a child let alone a sibling that's going to scho- oh!

"Sung Jinwo!" You scream as soon as he picked up the phone. You heard a groan and a bit of shuffling before you heard a deep husky voice on the phone "Hmmm? Morning." Followed by a chuckle. "Did you just woke up?" He asked causing you to roll your eyes. "No." You lied with a pout. He knew you very well. "You should get ready, Jin-Ah's parent teacher conference meeting is in three hours." "I know, thats why I called you. I thought you were still asleep." "Come on now darling, I'm not a sleepyhead like you." He laughs.

Imagine Jinwo who was on the other side of the phone, just woke up and is now making his way into the kitchen, chuckling as he listen to your rebut with a smitten look on his face, after all, there was nothing he would trade for as long as your voice is what greeted him as he wake up in the morning. "Shall I pick you up at your place so we could go in there together?" "Nah, your house route is completely on the opposite direction of mine. Let's just meet on the school grounds okay?" "Alright." He replied with a smile on his face. "Well then I need to get going now." "Alright, you do take your time to get ready." He tease

"I love you" You heard him say as you almost ended the call due to this teasing. "I love you too." You replied with a small smile on your face. "See you later babe" "I told you not to call-" "Love you! bye!" "Sung Jinwo you punk!" Although you said that with such annoyance, there was a hind of happiness in your eyes that you cannot deny.

Imagine silently waiting for him at the school gates, playing on your phone with some random blocks game when you heard a familiar step coming close causing you to look up only for your eyes to squint as you try to get a grip of reality if your boyfriend was actually the one jogging right in front of you right now.

"Hi." He said with a cheeky grin on his lips as you stare at him wide eyes. "You- your hair." You utter as you reach out and touch his undercut, causing a shiver down his spine as you do. "Yeah I though a little hair cut wouldn't be so bad, my hair was getting long. Why? Does it not look good-?" "No. No Jinwo. You're... beautiful." You utter with a soft smile and proceeded to mess up his hair. "Funny, we used to be by each others height but now you're taller than me." You whispered. "What was that?" "Nothing, let's get going, its almost time."

Imagine noticing the stare and murmurs that the two of you were receiving ever since the two of you have gotten inside the building and eventually to the room where the meeting is about to be held. And to be honest, you honestly cannot blame the students for gossiping and looking at your way because even Jian-Ah was surprised to see her brother's new look upon seeing him. But the way the young adult, one who seemed to be in the same age as you and your lover, probably the sisters of the other students looked at Jinwo that makes you sigh.

Imagine, it was easy to see the changes that was happening with Jinwo. His growth spurt, this strength and abilities were slowly catching everyone's attention. In comparison to the Jinwo you have grown up with, there was this feeling of confusion and anxiety of not being able to keep up with him. You know you should be glad that he was no longer the weak he once was but at the same time, there was this fear of being left behind by him. But you knew for a fact that he would not leave you behind, that's why you fear that you would rather become a burden for hi- "Ouch!"

"You're thinking of something stupid again." "You bas-! That hurts!" You complain as you clutch your forehead, glaring at your lover who was slurping his ramen without care. "You deserve it for thinking about something stupid." "I- I'm not thinking of something stupid." You utter, looking away from him, down into your ramyeon. It's not stupid for what you are thinking was a fact, a truth that hurts to admit.

Imagine the way he slowly reach out and touch your forehead, caressing the spot where he had flicked you earlier. "Sorry, does it hurt?" When he said that with such lovely look on his face, how could you not soften? "No, I was over reacting." You smile gentle at him and lean on his touch. "Still, I'm sorry." "It's alright Jinwo."

"Thank you for bring me home-" You were cut off with a pair of lips. Wide eye, you cannot help but to be taken a back by your lover's action. Nevertheless you soon melt into the kiss and kissed him back, even hooking your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Thank you for staying by my side all those years." He said as the two of you pull away from each other but still close enough that your foreheads where touching. "I love you and only you. There will be no one else, okay?" "Okay." You chuckle and hug him. Right there was no use in being scared when it was obvious whom he loves. "I love you too."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: I want to write an angst, not sure if Jinwo would be a fit or a blue lock or Genshin character would be a nice victim.

[k1mbe3rly]

Haii I'm back with another request! Can you do sub!Thanos/Choi su bong (230)× f!dom!reader where she usually is the sub but when shes jealous shes a whole different person , maybe rough sex and not letting him cum?? Btw love the nam gyu post 👩‍🦲💕

hellooo and thank yewww😘🩷

Taking control

warnings; smut, rough sex, sub!thanos x f!dom reader, edging, slight slapping, slight mommy kink

You and thanos were LOWKEY secretly dating, he says it’s better for it to be private so people don’t come at you, which you pretty much didn’t mind, but the problem was he thought it was okay to go around flirting with girls but never taking anything further obviously, you’ve always gotten jealous about it but never did anything. you were both in the games since he got you both in debt, not sure how or what

During red light green light you noticed him going up to a girl, specifically Player 196. You couldn’t hear what he was saying so you got a bit closer, “i like..you!” he said pulling out a hand heart with a thumb and pointer finger and raising one eyebrow up and down, you rolled your eyes looking away.

After the game you noticed him walking with her (let’s pretend she didn’t die), you groaned and leaned back into the metal of the bunk beds “this fucking man whore..” you muttered as you watched them, you got up and walked to then quickly grabbing onto thanos, “Sorry..i have to talk to him really quick” you quickly dragged him asking the guards for the bathrooms.

you stormed into the bathrooms “woah what’s wrong baby girl-” he begin speaking “Ugh just shut the fuck up you slut!” you yelled out in frustration , “Do you take our relationship as a joke? do you even think of me as girlfriend?” you said to him “What? of course i do!” he said out, “i don’t even wanna hear you speak!” you said shoving him into a stall, locking the stall door and quickly taking off your jacket “Undress. Now!” you said harshly

He smirked and quickly begun taking off his sweats and boxers his cock already hard, “Fuck..you actual slut! do you do this on purpose? getting me jealous huh?” you said slipping off your sweats as well

“Well if your acting like this..than hell yea” he said looking at you up and down and sitting down on the closed toilet seat, you rolled your eyes a bit. “your so fucking annoying!” you said slapping him a bit, he let out a moan and bit his lip at you, which was annoying since he never took anything you did in sex serious

you placed your panties to the side and grind your pussy against his tip as he groaned a bit, “Fuckk yes..c’mon..sit on it baby, make me cum” he said grabbing your hips a bit, “What makes you think your able to cum after that huh? your so full yourself.” you said finally sinking down on his cock, he groaned out as his hands went to your ass, you quickly grabbed his hands “Don’t touch me. Who knows where your fucking hands been..” you said to him throwing his hands back to his side, thanos playfully rolled his eyes

you begin slowly riding him, he moaned out softly, “Fuck yes- you know maybe i should get you more jealous, i actually don’t mind this at all.” he said smirking, “Oh really? yea. We’ll see about that.” You said lifting your hips up, he looks at you in confusion “Get up” you said, as you stood up, he did as well as you shoved him on the ground to his knees, “I don’t think you deserve to be inside me. Maybe earn it?” you said gripping on his hair, He didn’t say anything at all as he quickly dived into your pussy, his tongue flicking and moving all around the right places as you moaned you, you shoved his face in deeper as he moaned into your cunt, eating you out, one hand gripping on your hip and the other going to his cock as he slowly begin jerking himself off

Soft slurping sounds and his groans filled the stall, you finally looked down as your orgasm was approaching, you shoved his head more into your pussy as he begin jerking off faster, you could tell he was about to cum “Stop. stop touching yourself” you said as he looks up, he slowly stopped but kept eating you out, his cock twitched in need to cum but it got denied, finally you cummed in his mouth as he quickly slurped and swallowed everything, he backed up panting “So..did i earn it?” he said. “Yea sure.” you replied back panting a bit as he quickly sat back on the toilet sit smirking, you could tell he was still full of himself which you were gonna change.

You hovered over his cock, and teased over him just grinding a bit, it didn’t take long for you to start sinking down and bouncing up and down, Thanos groans out as his eye rolled back at the sudden bounce, you bounced on him fast and hard, your ass grinding against his thighs as he bit his lip holding back moans, “fuck!” he yelled out already feeling his orgasm rising as his cocked twitched inside you, you kept going making sure you grinded down once you reached his thighs “O-oh fuckk~! im gonna cum!~” he moaned throwing his head back, you quickly lifted yourself up, denying orgasm, you reached over pinching his tip as he winced out a bit, “The hell? i was about to cum?” he said looking at you in a bit of annoyance, “It’s funny how you think your able to cum after what you just did” you said simply

He sighed and turned his around and side eyeing you a bit “I’m sorry okay? just let me cum, i’ve been needing this since we got into this hell hole.” he muttered out, you sticked out your bottom lip a bit “Aw..poor baby.. you need to cum?” you said in a bit of a baby voice, he quickly nodded “Yes! yes i need too mommy!” He said hoping the nickname would make you feel a bit better, you smirked a bit as you kissed his jawline down to his neck, “M’kay.. let’s see what we can do..”, you than sinked yourself back on his cock, with a quick moan and a small whine he had let out, your tits bounced in your shirt as Thanos eyes were stuck on them following every movement, you bounced harshly and fast his dick hitting your g-spot as i begin moaning as well, “fuckk mommy! so close to cumming!~” you moaned out throwing his head back again, sweat covered his face a bit, his purple hair sticking to his forehead, you felt your orgasm rising again, as you bounced as hard as you can, Thanos moved his hands to your tits softly gripping them, you immediately cummed on his cock as he felt your juices trickling down, his cock twitched “Fuck- fuck!~ i’m cumming!!~” he moaned our but before he was able to actually cum you got up removing your warm insides from his cock, he whined out “Mommy-! i was so close! baby fuck..” he groaned out

“Mm..sorry but bad boys don’t cum” you said giving him a kiss on the cheeks “Baby.. please? you can just do this!” he said, “If you need to cum so bad just do it yourself, you have a hand, see you out there?” you said getting up and pulling back your sweats up, you walked out the stall but before you left the bathroom you heard Thanos yell out “I said i was sorry mommy!” he said with a bit of hope you would come back but leaving him sitting there sexually fustrated, he huffed out already planning something to get back at you.

[ttsblogg]

Date Night.

Drew Starkey x f!reader

a/n: drew has me like, “i beg your finest pardon.” the entire time in this fic.. so just a fair warning right now, there is smut in this fic. please read at your own discretion 😀 !MDNI! this is also my first smut fic, apologies if it’s not great.. that’s all, enjoy! - tt 🫧

“You look so good, baby.” Drew blurred out. He’d been admiring Y/n the entire night, as they were on their date tonight at their favorite place downtown L.A. Y/n looked up as she drank her wine, catching his eyes.

“Why thank you, baby.” She said giving him the sweet smile Drew loves. Drew stayed silent and kept moving his eyes from her face down to her neck to her chest. “My eyes are up here, sir.” Y/n said tilting her head at him. Drew chuckled at her comment. “Hmm.” He hummed tilting his head back at her. “I'm sorry. I’m just admiring one of my favorite pair of pillows.” He said. “Debating if I should cum on those or my other favorite pair.” Y/n nearly choked on her pasta. “Drew!” She yelled in whisper. Drew chuckled again and leaned back in his chair. “What? It's a very hard decision.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “You know what? I’ll leave that decision to you. I love when you tell me where to cum. It’s different every time.” he smirked, picking up his wine. Y/n felt her cheeks get warm. “Drew, please.” she said shaking her head. Drew loved seeing how shy she got when he talked ‘dirty’ to her, in a way he felt some pride knowing he was the only one that got to see her like this.

Their waiter approached their table before Drew could say anything else. “How are we doing guys? Can I get a check for you?” They asked. “Yeah, that would be great thank you.” Drew answered. A few moments later, the waiter returned with their bill. As Drew reached down his pocket to grab his wallet and started filling out the receipt, Y/n took this time to have a little fun too, maybe even have her own debate question herself. Feeling the shyness start to leave her body, she bit her lip thinking about what she wanted to do after they’d left the restaurant. Slowly, she moved one foot toward Drew, making contact with his leg under the table. She started moving her foot up and down his leg, teasing him. Drew looked up from the table, “Watch yourself.” He said, his voice was deep and raspy, like he was warning her. Y/n let out a chuckle, never ceasing her actions, like she wanted to taunt him, kind of like what he did to her. She knew what this would lead to, so she didn’t want to stop.

All of a sudden, Drew wrapped his hand around her ankle from under the table, making her stop. “Y/n, I’m not playing.” He said again with his deep voice. He’s getting closer. She thought to herself. Deciding to stop for the moment, she obeyed him and stopped. Shortly after the waiter gave Drew his card back, they both got up from their seat and made their way towards the exit doors. Drew kept his hand dangerously low on her back as they walked, keeping her close to him.

Like a true gentleman, when they got to Drew’s car, he opened the passenger door for Y/n and helped her get in safely before lightly shutting the door. Once he was situated in his seat, they started making their way back to Drew’s apartment. Y/n decided it was the perfect time to continue her little game. “So I did some thinking.” She spoke up. Drew placed his hand on her thigh, “mhm?” He hummed. “What about, baby?” He asked, glancing at her slightly before bringing his eyes back to the road. “About what you said earlier.” She said as they came to a red light. Drew furrowed his eyebrows at her signaling to be more specific. “About where you should cum.” She said looking at him with her signature innocent look on her face.

Drew chuckled with a smirk and began nodding his head, understanding her. “And what’s the verdict?” He asked rubbing her thigh. Y/n bit her lip before responding. “I think you should cum inside me.” She said. Drew paused for a second, then chuckled again. “You’re funny.” He said not taking her decision seriously. She leaned over bringing a hand up unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt. She started rubbing his upper exposed chest and whispered, “I’m serious, I wanna feel your warm cum in me.” Y/n can see drew clench his jaw. Oh we’re super close. She thought to herself again. “Babe, you’re playing a dangerous game right now, you know that?” He asked as pulling into the parking garage. “It’s a game I’m willing to play.” She said leaning back into her seat and unbuckled her seatbelt. She reached over to open her car door only to be stopped by Drew.

“Stay.” He said turning off the car and unbuckled his own seatbelt. He got out of the car and made his was way over to Y/n’s side and opened the door for her, making sure to grab a hold of her hand so that she got out safely. Without another word they both made their way inside the apartment building. As they walked through the lobby, Drew kept his hand on her back, guiding her towards the elevators.

Ding! The elevator doors opened, Drew let Y/n go in first, once he was inside he pressed the button to his floor. Without letting the doors close first, Drew couldn’t handle the tension anymore. He lightly pushed Y/n against the elevator wall, smashing his lips into hers. Y/n moaned at the contact. Drew felt her smile against his lips, he pulled away looking down at her lips. “This what you wanted?” He said gripping her hips, pressing himself on her letting her feel how hard he was. “Hmm? Getting me hard infront of the whole restaurant.” He reached down bundling up her long dress then pulled one of her legs up and wrapped it around him, slowly grinding himself on her. Y/n gasped at the contact, feeling herself getting wetter then before as Drew gripped her bare ass cheek in his hand while the other stayed firmly on her hip. He leaned again to kiss her again. Y/n reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Ding! They heard the elevator chimed again.

Drew pulled away from her as the elevator doors slowly started to open. Y/n quickly adjusted her dress, feeling her cheeks warm from how heated she was. She could feel herself pulse from the activities that just took place. Luckily no one was waiting for the elevator as they slowly walked out. She looked up at Drew as they made their way to his door, she couldn’t help but feel her legs get weak just by looking at him. His cheeks just as flushed as hers. They way he clenched his jaw, feeling her stare. When he reached into his pocket, Y/n looked down at the bulge in his pants, she nearly came at the sight.

As they reached his door, Y/n stepped in between him and his door, and started kissing his jaw to his neck. Her hand reached down and started palming his hard on. Drew paused his actions and groaned, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself. “So needy, baby. Couldn’t wait till we got inside?” He said reached a hand up and gripped her jaw pulling her head up to look at him. She bit her lip and shook her head. “How could I when you look this good.” She said. Drew let out a small laugh, “Oh you’re telling me.” He said giving her a peck. “Had to stop myself from taking you on the table at the restaurant.” He whispered, Y/n bit her lip, still palming him making him let a small moan. “Especially after that little stunt you pulled under that table.” He huffed. “Almost like you wanted me to lose it infront of everyone.” Y/n grinned at him. Loving this side of him. She loved antagonizing him.

“Such a bad girl, baby.” He whispered looking down as the way her hand rubbed him slowly. “Look at you, so desperate.” He placed his hand on top of hers, adding more force making him groan again. Y/n let out a chuckle. “But you love it.” She said. Drew looked back up making eye contact with her. There it is. She thought to herself. His eyes were dark and full of lust. “Oh, you’re in for it now.” He said then lifted her up on his shoulder making her giggle. “Drew!” She squealed. He unlocked the door with his keep bringing them inside his apartment. He quickly shut the door and walked over to the kitchen counter, placing Y/n on her feet against the counter.

Drew wasted no time putting his lips on hers, placing his hands on her ass bringing her close to him, making sure there was no space between them. Y/n already had her arms wrapped around his neck doing the same thing. She moaned into their kiss as he continued squeezing her. He started bundling up her dress with one hand and brought his other hand to her clothed pussy making her gasp into their kiss. “Oh fuck.” Drew groaned. “Acting all shy in public but look at you.” He pulled away from their kiss to look down at how she soaked up his fingers. “So wet n’ ready for me.” He said making her moan again. “Fuck Drew please.” She huffed. “What is it baby? Tell me what you want.” He whispered placing small pecks down her jaw to her neck. “I need you, right now.” She moaned.

Drew lifted her dress over her head and turned her around, lightly pushing her down so she leaned her stomach on the counter top. He paused at the sight, moving forward so his hips met hers. “So fucking gorgeous.” He whispered lightly slapping her ass. He loved the way she moved her hips side to side. So needy. He thought to himself. She started grinding herself on him trying to find some relief. Drew started unbuttoning his shirt, letting her continue her actions. That was until her saw her reached a hand down to touch herself through her panties. He reached under to grab her wrist to stop her. “Don’t.” He said in a firm voice. She placed her hands on the counter top and looked back at him. “M’taken too long.” She said. Drew grinned at her. “You want it?” He said antagonizing her. She nodded. “M’okay, but you’re going to take it then.” He said unbuckling belt. “Better not try to pull away when you can’t handle it anymore.” He said pulling down his pants along with his boxers, letting his hard swollen cock spring out. “You asked for it.” He said before pulling her panties to the side.

Y/n leaned back down on the counter, keeping her hands on top to steady herself. Drew rubbed the tip of his cock on her slit causing Y/n to gasp at the contact. Slowly he started inserting himself in her. Drew can feel her clench around him as she took him in completely. “Oh fuck.” Y/n moaned. Without letting her adjust to him, he started pounding into her.

All you could hear were the sounds of skin slapping against each other along with moans and groans echoing in Drew’s apartment. “So fucking wet, baby.” Drew looked down to see his cock completely glazed every time he’d pull out. “You like when I talk to you this why?” He groaned. Y/n moaned in response, unable to come up with words. All she could think about was the way his cock filled her up. The way he was starting to hit her spot. “Hm? Got you all worked up, you can’t answer me?” He asked. Still thrusting himself into her, he pulled her up so her back met his chest. She hooked her arm around his neck and turned her head to look up at him. “What’s up, baby? Can’t take it?” He asked looking at her face. It was filled with so much pleasure. They way her mouth curved into a smile, trying to respond but would be replaced with a moan. “M’fuck Drew, I’m gonna cum.” She finally let out. She moved back down to the counter, placing one arm on top for leverage and her other hand holding Drew’s wrist, feeling herself reaching her climax.

“Yeah? Cum for me, baby. C’mon.” He said pounding harder into her. Y/n felt the knot in her stomach quickly come undone as she started cuming. “F-fuck.” She moaned, gripping his wrist harder. Barely recovering from her ending point, all of a sudden drew pulled out of her and turned her around to pick her up and carried her to his sofa. “Not done with you yet.” Drew said laying her down on the couch and immediately inserting himself in her. Y/n gasped, “f-fu-too much Drew.” She groaned as he starting thrusting into her again. Drew placed one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him access to go deeper and leaned down to meet her gaze, “I told you, you were going to take it baby.” He whispered, giving her peck. “Said you wanted to play right?” He said giving her kisses down her neck to her chest. The only response he got from her were moans that echoed throughout the apartment.

He began sucking on her breast, giving them the attention they’ve been craving and brought a hand down to her pussy rubbing her clit. Y/n arched her back. “Ohh g-god, babyy.” She moaned loudly lacing her fingers in between Drew’s hair while her other hand clawed at his bicep. “M’could feel you clenching, baby. You’re so close.” He smirked sitting back up on his knees. “Fuck yes.” She managed to say holding herself up by her elbows and looked down where their bodies connected. Drew’s smirk never left his face as he slowly watched her come undone. “Oh my god. I'm c-cumming.” She moaned leaned back down with her back arched. She brought a hand down to Drew’s wrist trying to stop him from rubbing her sensitive clit. He removed her hand, placing it on her stomach. "Just like that baby, coat my fucking cock." He moaned as she came, her legs shook in the process. Drew leaned down again taking her lips in his. She let out a satified moan as they continued kissing.

Without pulling out of her, he grabbed a hold of her arms bringing her up with him. She furrowed her eyebrows at him making Drew smirk. "Ride me." he said leaning himself on the couch setting her on top of him. Y/n huffed with faint smile. "I can't." she said honestly. Drew leaned up capturing her lips again. "Thought you wanted to play, baby." he said before leaning back against the couch. "I'll help you if you can't anymore, c'mon." he said moving his hips up against hers. He's going to be the death if me. Y/n thought to herself. She leaned into Drew placing her hands on chest and shoulders for leverage as she started rocking her hips against his.

Drew let out a low moan as she continued grinding on him. He reached up and cupped one of her breast, leaning into her, he took the other breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple. Y/n moaned placing her hands on his knees, arching her back slightly, giving Drew more access. She started moving in a up and down motion now, feeling the same knot again for the third time. "F-fuck, baby." She moaned placing a hand on her pussy as it started to feel warm from how much it was being penetrated. "You got it, baby. Doing so good." He said encouraged her holding her up from her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension on her thighs. "Taking me in so good." He said feeling the way she started clenching around him again. Drew could feel himself start to reach his ending point too. "Fuckk, come here." He said pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her head on his shoulder. Drew wrapped an arm around her waist while the other held her up by her hip and started thrusting upwards in fast motion. "Oh my-yes, baby. Right there." Y/n moaned into his ear, unwrapping her arms from his neck and squeezed his shoulders. "Yeah? You like that, baby?" he groaned. " Yes-oh my-." She couldn’t finish her sentence. Drew already knew what she was going to say as she started clenching him harder. "Cum, baby. C'mon you got it." he said looking up at her face. He loved watching the way she came undone. He loved the way she'd arch her back with her mouth wide open, staying silent for a moment before moaning loudly as she came. Y/n gasped as she felt herself cum all over his cock again for the third time. She knew Drew was close to cumming too so with small strength she had left she started rocking her hips on him again, faster than earlier. Drew moaned gripping her hips tighter. "Ahh fuck." he groaned. "Cum in me, baby." Y/n moaned placing a hand on his jaw. Drew locked eyes with her. "F-fuck. You mean it?" he asked. Y/n smirked, "Yes, Drew. I want to feel your cum, please." She said.

Drew gripped her hips again making her grind on him even faster. It didn’t take long for him to cum in her. "Oh fuck, baby." he moaned with his eyes closed shut. He held her hips down, stopping her from moving as he shot up in her. Y/n sighed with a smile loving the feeling of his warm cum inside her.

Drew finally opened his eyes after a couple seconds, seeing the satisfied smile on Y/n's face. "That what you wanted?" He asked leaning up to kiss her. Y/n moaned against his lips. "Yes." She answered. Drew smirked. "Such a dirty girl, wanting me to cum inside you." he said leaning back down on the couch admiring the way she looked on top of him. Y/n gave him a tired smile as they locked eyes for a moment. "So fucking pretty." he added rubbing his hands on her sore thighs.

Y/n looked down noticing her panties were still on. She chuckled. “You could’ve at least taken off my underwear you know.” She said. “There was no time. Gettin’ me all worked up, faster this way.” He said. “Plus looks hotter.” He smirked. Y/n chuckled at his response. “Such a freak, babe.” She said leaning her head on his chest. “Says the one that wanted me to cum inside her.” He said. Y/n lightly smacked his chest. “Take me upstairs.” She chuckled. Drew gladly wrapped her legs around his waist and started making his way up the stairs to his room. “Round 4 in the shower?” He asked. “Alright relax, Joseph.” She said making Drew laugh.

“Well… maybe.” She said.

[cherrygirlfriend]

⟡ ₊ . ༄.° postcards under the bed

pairing: dean winchester x reader synopsis: how dean became a part of reader's little family. tags/warnings: fluff, fwb, reader has custody of her 5yo niece wc: 1k a/n; your girl was craving fluff!!!

dean winchester masterlist ♡

when you and dean first started going out, you knew that he was always traveling and never really stayed in one spot for too long, which was more than fine with you; you were too busy working and taking care of your niece for a proper relationship, anyway.

so, whenever the man came back to kansas and you managed to get a babysitter, the two of you would get tangled up in your bedsheets for a night. until things started changing.

what started as dean calling you up when he was back in town slowly turned into him texting you when he was gone, asking you how you were doing and telling you he couldn't wait to see you, coming over as soon as he was back in kansas.

what started as dean coming straight to your place and almost immediately taking you to bed slowly turned into pots and pans clanging in the kitchen as he cooked you dinner while you simply watched him with a glass of wine on your hand, the man telling you all about whatever monster him and his brother had been hunting while he made you his so-called specialty.

what started as dean leaving before you had even woken up slowly turned into waking up to his snores, spending lazy mornings tangled in each other's arms while the two of you talked about everything and nothing in hushed voices, exchanging small, nearly feather-light kisses.

he started bringing you postcards from all the places they'd travel to, the back of them filled with chicken scratches about what they were hunting, and although he always gave them to you in person, he made sure to write your name on the lines meant for your address with what was dean's attempt at cursive, the shoe box under your bed soon filled with postcards from different places.

neither of you called it what it was; when sam queried dean about where he'd disappear off to the moment they got back from their cases he'd mumble something about 'going to see someone', and when your friends wondered who was the guy picking you up from your girls' night in the black impala you'd just shrug and grin before making your way outside, straight into the arms of the man leaning against the car.

"i'm gonna have to cancel tonight." you said into your phone, using your shoulder to hold it up to your ear as you used your hands to decorate a bunch of cupcakes.

"what? aw, come on." dean's voice rang out, "i got popcorn and sour patch kids, and you finally agreed to watch terminator with me. are you bailing on me because of that? because if you really want to, we can watch one of your chick-flicks. again."

you let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes, a small smile now lingering on your lips, "it's not that. my sitter has a fever and had to cancel. so instead of our planned explicit date night i'm gonna be playing board games with aurora."

"ah, damn." dean sighed on the other line, "i really wanted to see you, sammy and i are probably gonna be back on the road tomorrow, we found some vamps up in duluth."

"i'm sorry." you say with your lips turned down in a slight frown, "let's take a raincheck, 'kay? i should go get rory, i finished decorating our cupcakes."

"oh? what cupcakes did you make?"

"red velvet. they're her favorite."

dean let out a small chuckle before humming, "hey, i was thinking... if it's not a girls-only night... maybe i could join you."

"really?" you raised your brows, "you wanna spend the evening playing monopoly with me and my niece rather than, i don't know, go to some bar and spend the evening with some hot chick?"

"i mean, you do have cupcakes. and board games are no fun with just two people."

you hummed, your lips pursed as you thought about his suggestion for a moment, before swallowing, "yeah. you can join."

after that evening, it seemed like things changed all over again.

dean no longer texted to ask you how you were, or to tell you how much he wanted to see you. he no longer cooked for you while you got to relax. you no longer woke up next to him. you didn't receive postcards addressed to you.

instead, he'd call you, checking in on you and aurora, saying how much he couldn't wait to see both of you again. he cooked for you while you were busy coloring with your niece. by the time you woke up, led zeppelin was blasting in the kitchen and the entire house smelled of pancakes, and when you got up, you'd see aurora dancing clumsily while dean was making pancakes. and the postcards were no longer addressed to you, but to you and aurora, and instead of ending up hidden under your bed, they were displayed on the fridge, until you no longer had enough magnets.

you were laid on dean's chest, your fingers drawing slight patterns on his skin, until his own hand came to stop you, bringing your hand to his warm lips, pressing a kiss on it.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked against your skin, and you looked up at him, wondering if you should tell dean what you were really thinking about or just brush him off. but the look in his eyes was reassuring, almost pleading you to tell him what was on your mind.

you took a deep breath before locking eyes with him, chewing on your lower lip, slightly anxious about what he was going to think.

"i don't think i can live without you."

dean's eyes widened slightly in surprise, before he let out a soft chuckle, the feeling of his breath on your hand causing shivers to run down your spine. he let go of your hand and moved his hand to your cheek, and you almost automatically brought your face closer to his.

"that's good, sweetheart, because i don't think i can live without you, either."

[spiderb00bs]

- I DIDN'T GET THE HYPE

Jenna Ortega x reader  

“maybe Jenna's fans had underestimated you"

Genre – fluff        warnings - none 

(request) 

Now playing – Donk, by Beyoncé

“I think i wanna go back to school, and have my locker full of pictures of you. So give me that A in biology, i'm graduatin' soon"

“I didn't get the hype.” 

That was one of the phrases you saw most about yourself on social media. Ever since you started dating Jenna, people always seemed to have a certain opinion about what you looked like. Which was ironic, because those same people had never seen your face completely. The paparazzi always caught you at times when half your face was covered with a cap or a mask. 

Jenna knew you weren't much for cameras, always working behind them. You hardly used social media, and when her fans discovered your profile, you had to keep it private for your own safety - and comfort. Even so, your girlfriend's fans still managed to get into a small part of your life. They discovered your passion for video games, literature, music and science. And it wasn't long before people on Twitter (r.i.p), started calling you Jenna's nerd. 

You never minded the comments, even you knew that Jenna was too much for you, so the fans' surprise didn't bother you. In fact, you even agreed with some of them. Even you don't know how you pulled a girl like Jenna. The fans were split almost equally, half of the people thought that underneath the glasses and masks you wore on the street, there was a beautiful, hot girl. While others simply thought you were a nerd. And you were fine with that. 

Jenna, however, always wanted you to go to an event with her. As much as the brunette didn't like the constant showing off, she kind of wanted to show you off to everyone. So here you are, getting ready with Jenna's team for the red carpet of “Death of a Unicorn”. 

You certainly weren't used to so many people working on you. Hands adjusting your shirt, helping you put on your blazer, fixing your hair, putting on some make-up. Damn, you didn't know how your girlfriend dealt with all that. 

“Are you ready, honey?” Natalie, your girlfriend's mother entered the room, approaching you with a smile on her face. 

“Oh, well... I don't know...” You stammered, looking at the make-up artist next to you, only for the woman to laugh and shake her head positively. 

“She's ready.” 

Smiling at the woman, you stood up from the make-up chair as you walked alongside Mrs. Ortega. Your hands were ringing, and you couldn't lie that you were completely nervous at the thought of being on a red carpet. 

"Relax, darling, you look really beautiful. I'm sure people will love you two together." Natalie said, seeing your obvious nervousness. 

Your steps slowed, until you were face to face with the door to the room where your girlfriend was standing. 

“It's just that I'm not used to all this.” You said, nervously adjusting the collar of your dress shirt. "All this public stuff makes me a bit nervous. But I'd do anything for her." 

It took no more words for Mrs. Ortega to understand who you were talking about. The woman's smile opened instantly. 

“That's good to know.” 

Opening the door handle, you let your girlfriend's mother in first. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room, only for your breath to go out again as soon as you laid eyes on your girlfriend. The black dress with the plunging necklines that made you want to stare a second longer, the hair falling past her shoulders, the make-up, just how beautiful your girlfriend was in general. 

“Wow, you look wonderful, mi amor.” You said, grasping Jenna's hand before slowly lifting it and making her turn around. 

The brunette's laughter echoed around the room, only for her smile to widen when you pulled her towards you. Jenna's eyes sparkled as she looked at you, and yours were no different. You knew the power you had in Jenna, and she certainly knew the powers she had in you. 

“Did you like it?” The woman asked, tugging at the collar of your shirt, making you move closer to her - if that was even possible. 

“I loved it!” You emphasized, kissing Jenna's lips slowly. 

As much as you wanted to, you knew you couldn't smudge Jenna's makeup, so all the passion and that hint of aggression you wanted to give her would have to be saved for later. 

“All right, lovebirds, let's go or we'll be late.” Enrique said, clapping his hands, making you and Jenna laugh. 

The ride in the car was tense for you. You couldn't deny to anyone how nervous you were. It was almost impossible, your hands were shaking slightly and all you wanted to do was turn around and go home. But you had to do it, support your girlfriend, this was all very important to her, and if she wants you to be there for her, you will be! 

Noticing the way your hands moved, and how your leg hadn't stopped bouncing since you got into the car, Jenna grabbed your hand, intertwining the two of your hands and placing them on top of your restless leg. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at her, the brown of her eyes doing a phenomenal job of calming you down. The reassuring smile, the squeeze on your hand, the kiss she left on your shoulder, over the fabric of her chic shirt, all made you calm down.

“You'll be fine, mi amor.” Jenna said, looking at you with those doe eyes you knew so well. “Do you trust me?”

“With all my heart!”

"Good! Because we're about to do it."

You felt the car park, the beats in your chest getting slightly faster as Enrique told you how to act. You just nodded positively, before the car door was opened for you to get out. The flashes followed you momentarily, but you didn't let it affect you, turning around and holding out your hand so that your girlfriend could have some support to get down.

"Thank you. I love you!" She said, stopping for a second next to you, ignoring all the paparazzi and people shouting her name.

“I love you too, superstar.”

Smiling, Jenna pulled you by the hand, the two of you once again being blasted with camera flashes as you posed for red carpet photos. I mean, Jenna was landing, while you were trying to keep up with the whole situation happening in front of you.

At some point, you stepped back a little, just so your girlfriend could take a few pictures by herself. The weight of your cell phone in your trouser pocket reminded you that maybe this would be a good moment to keep it. Opening the camera, you imitated the paparazzi, pointing the lens at the beautiful woman in the black dress, taking several clicks, which - almost automatically - became your new wallpaper.

You followed Jenna to interviews and all this stuff, staying with Enrique and her team at times when she needed to be alone. Whatever it was, you didn't mind, it was great to see the woman you love achieving everything she deserves, and you loved every second of it.

The next morning hit you hard. The drinks you'd had last night seemed like a bad idea now, and despite wanting to get up and take the longest shower of your life, you stayed in bed because of the weight on your chest. Jenna was still sound asleep, snoring and making cute noises as she practically drooled all over you.

Smiling, you groped for the bedside table, reaching for your phone to take a cute souvenir photo, one of a thousand. But your plans quickly changed when you saw how many notifications you had, almost all from Twitter. You opened the app, scared and curious to see what you'd done so seriously to get so many comments.

The internet is crazy!

Hi guys

I hope you are all well! Sorry for taking so long to update, it's just that I have a lot of ideas on my main blog. But don't worry, I still have some drafts that I'm going to finish, so they'll be ready to be posted here.

for now I took advantage of Jenna's request.

Stay safe and drink water,

xoxo, spider.

[mocchii-writes]

can you do a thanos x reader (with slight dae Ho x reader) where they used to date before he became a rapper and did drugs and she’s the only person he ever truly loved. They break up because of the person he becomes and cut contact, seeing each other for the first time at the games. Thanos is keeping up his cool guy persona and flirting in a dickhead way, but then he sees her getting along with dae Ho (who likes her too) that cause thanos to actually be vulnerable with the reader in private, acting like he once was. up to you if you want to make it an angsty or fluffy ending

Well, all the stars would shine a bloody red

Paring: Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x fem!reader, slight Kang Dae-ho x reader

Summary: Seeing Thanos in the games after he changed for the worse, but he sees you too.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Brief mentions of prayer, mentions of drugs, swearing, death, squid game stuff

A/n: grr I'm not good with angst, I'm sorry if this sucks lol. Also, it came out way longer than I expected, so sorry for that ♡

~🍡🍡

The world seems blurry around Thanos. The leaves on the ground are nothing more than a distraction from your face. His heart beats faster as you smile at him, telling him some story he can't remember. The park is nice, a cool breeze ruffling your hair slightly.

His hearing is the first to go, and your voice becomes incomprehensible murmurs as the world slowly darkens and shifts. He can't see you anymore, either, and his vision soon blackens like an exposed film. Soon, the darkness is replaced by blaring lights as he opens his eyes.

Oh.

He sits up, his loose shirt clinging to his damp cold sweat. Why had he dreamt about you? It was so long ago, but he knew he'd never recover. His mattress always feels empty, now. No matter what girl is in it, it's always empty. You were so perfect, how could he have lost you?

It doesn't matter anymore, and he knows it. His life is better now. He just needs to keep saying that until he can wake up and feel like an entire person. But for now, he's just a husk, and he knows it. He'd never admit it, though. He can hardly admit it to himself. He knows he's changed. He wishes he could say for the better, but fame does something to a person. He still remembers that day.

He was high all the time, at clubs or concerts, hardly home, and hardly himself. You had spoken to him a week or two ago, telling him you were worried.

"Please, Su-bong." You had whispered. It was the first time you had gotten to speak to him in a while. "Why are you doing this? Why are you changing so quickly? So harshly?" He thought you were going to cry. So did you. Your hand rests on his arm. But he, for some fucked up reason, brushed you off.

"Chill, man. I'm not changing, I'm living my life. Why can't you just let me? Be happy for me?" He shoves your hand away. "I have a signing soon, see you later," he dismissed you.

That night, though. He should've been able to tell you were different. Your demeanor was cold and dry. But he couldn't even recognize himself, so you expected nothing more. You were sitting on the couch, arms crossed, zoning out into the ceiling. He stumbled in, clearly high off his mind. He had hickeys. You don't care, at this point. You can't remember the last time he even hugged you, but you stopped trying a while ago.

"Hey, Baby," he muttered, taking off his jacket. He walked over and sat next to you, turning on the TV.

"Do you know what day it is?" You calmly asked. You were prepared for this. You already knew what he would say, he didn't even deserve the benefit of the doubt, but you still asked him anyway.

"Happy anniversary." He'd said, dismissively, switching the channel. You scoffed, focusing your eyes on him. You stood, and he looked at you, almost annoyed.

"You're not yourself." You say, biting your lip, trying not to break.

"What? Flower, I thought we were past this." He groaned. You didn't say anything. You just grabbed your phone and walked to the door.

"Talk to me when you can remember my birthday." You said, slamming the door. He didn't comprehend it at the time, passing out after a while.

But he does now.

He can't take it. He lost all his money, unable to blind himself anymore. He rarely dreams of you, but it hurts more each time he does. He was stupid. He is stupid. He's never felt for someone like you since then. He stands, defeated, and heads outside.

He's not proud of what he plans to do, but he is confused when a man in a suit approaches him.

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You have to squint your eyes to get used to the bright florescent lights in the strange room you find yourself in. You panic, but only briefly, before remembering the Ddakji, the small card, and the ominous car you entered.

You take a moment to assess your situation but don't get very far. There are many different kinds of people around you, seemingly in the same situation. You wear identical tracksuits with different numbers and are surrounded by strategically stacked metal bed frames. You then notice the violin music playing from seemingly nowhere and everywhere, and you finally stand up.

Many people join you as the crowd looks confused. Until a buzzing sound is heard, cutting off the peaceful music, as large doors at the front of the room open, and people in bright pink uniforms walk out. One starts talking about games, money, and lots of things that would normally interest you (or any other sane person), but your attention has drifted elsewhere, your world stopping in its tracks.

It's not like he's difficult to notice. His hair is still that stupid purple, and he still seems to carry himself with a sense of arrogance, but you almost wish you hadn't seen him, as memories come flooding in of the life you still sometimes mourn.

You barely begin to think of him in a positive light before your thoughts are interrupted by his voice, proving your hopes wrong. "What's with these shoes?" You roll your eyes as you watch the back of his head. "My shoes are limited fucking edition, they're hard to find." He whines. "You going to replace them if they get ruined?" Nice to know his priorities haven't changed. Your dread doesn't fade when other people begin asking questions. You almost get on your knees and pray, right there, that he doesn't see you. Instead, you decide to focus on more important matters and listen to the guards' answers.

One particularly whiny guy pushes a little too hard, and his name and number are soon ominously announced by the guard speaking, followed by his debt, age, and history. You refrain from smiling as a video is played on a large screen of him playing Ddakji and presumably losing. More videos are played, thankfully none of you, but there is one of Thanos, sadly without him getting slapped. The pink guard then continues speaking, offering a chance at a better life, or so he says. It's not like you have very many options, though.

The lights turn off as you watch a clear piggy bank lower, grabbing your interest. Even more when a prize of 45.6 billion won is announced. It's not like you have many options. So, when lines are formed, you sign the paper.

Eyes naturally trailing to Thanos, you notice him fussing with the whiner from earlier. You can't hear what they're saying, but you resist the urge to scoff at his immature behavior. He's nothing if not consistent, at least. It is kind of funny, though, watching him be pulled off of the guy.

You get your picture taken, ignoring a flight of fans to Thanos and an embarrassing moment to witness, and are led to an open, sandy area. You see an ominous-looking doll, but your thoughts are interrupted. "The first game is Red Light, Green Light."

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shit shit shit

What is this psychotic prison? You thought that 456 guy was crazy, high, or something other than honest! You know you don't have much time left. You glance up at the clock as it ticks down.

00:52

Well, fuck. You're going to end up like those people at the start of the game. Just another failure with no money or life dragged away before anyone could remember your name.

You can't distract yourself with that now, though. There are only a few people left (considering there are like 400 in total), and your position at this moment isn't the best. To make things worse, as soon as you hear that devilish singing, you're pushed. Hard.

Your body crashes to the ground, and you feel your leg bruising immediately. You struggle to stand up. You know you can't run anymore. The doll spins its head back around as your mind races.

00:28

You're going to die. You know you are. You can't make it that far whilst limping. You glance around, praying for something to happen in your favor when you make eye contact with someone at the end, already finished.

He looks kind, at least kinder than most people here. He sees you, he sees your situation, and he nods at you. You're unsure what that means until he runs to help you when the music plays again. When he reaches you, he freezes once he has an arm under you.

00:20

The doll looks away, and he pulls you up with ease. You wince, but you know you have bigger issues. He smiles apologetically as you both move as fast as your body lets you until the singing stops again.

00:14

You feel bad for this boy. He's just trying to help you, but you've now taken down another sweet person with you. He senses your tiresome energy and covers his mouth before the doll moves to look around.

"Don't give up. We're so close." He says, staring daggers into your eyes. You squeeze them shut and bite your lip. "You can do this," He whispers. The singing begins again.

00:07

You sigh and push yourself up again, both of you continue moving as you feel people's eyes on you.

00:02

He pushes you forward as you fall over the line, him soon after as the clock stops.

00:00

You instinctively cover your eyes as you hear the shots that echo through the room, as the remaining players lose their lives to this wretched game.

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The boy walks with you back to the sleeping quarters. You're both shaken, but you manage to speak. "Thank you," you whisper, but you know he hears you. "I thought I wasn't going to make it."

He looks at you and nods. "Of course." He says softly, "I'm Dae-ho." You smile at him and introduce yourself. You both make your way to a corner and sit on his bed as the guards enter the room again.

Some people cry, some people start begging, and you kick your legs and watch it play out, frightened, but curious. Eventually, the familiar piggy bank dramatically stoops down again, this time filling with money, climactic music playing. The mood is soon killed, though. 24 million is the share each player would get, and you squint at the guard. Your mood isn't much better when you hear another voice.

"24 million?" Thanos asks, "You said 45.6 billion!" he says, an accusatory tone in his voice as the guard re-explains the situation. You aren't listening very closely anymore, though. Your heart and mind ache with thoughts of your past. You miss his kindness, the gentle Su-bong, who always closely cared for you. Now, all that's left is a harsh concrete wall between you two and the sting on your shins from the fall you took.

Before you know it, it's time to cast votes on whether to stay or leave this fever dream of a place. Your number is pretty low, so you get to see a lot of people's votes. Unsurprising to you, Thanos wants to stay. After a scene is caused by 456, you cast your vote and return to Dae-ho. He starts talking, breaking the silence between you.

Neither of you are quite sure what there is to say, but he talks anyway. He talks about his sisters, how they raised him, and his father, who never really knew him. He talks about his time in the military and what his life was like. You listen, nodding, laughing when he says something funny, and understanding. You both get food. It's not the best, but it's food, nonetheless. You begin to tell him about your life, but you're soon both distracted by 456, sharing his knowledge on the next game. Curious when you find out it's Dalgona, Dae-ho confirms your suspicions and verifies what the game is. Once the crowd dies down, he energetically offers you and himself to join the group, and they don't decline.

You're soon distracted, though. That empty aching feeling returns as you watch Thanos and his friend harass someone again. The same guy from earlier, 333. No matter how much you think you miss him, it's always drowned out by a hatred for who he is. You're soon brought to reality again as the sound of Thanos hitting the ground drives your attention back to the situation. The boy is soon held back and punched. Your stomach tightens as you watch the boy you once knew to be funny and kind, be so aggressive and violent. You know he'll never change, so you simply turn to focus on something less depressing, only to find Dae-ho slipping his egg onto your plate. You smile at him, distracting yourself successfully until even he looks over, noticing a man from your group kicking Thanos's ass.

You have to refrain from laughing, but Dae-ho doesn't try to hide the grin on his face. You could hardly admit to yourself that it slightly ached your soul to see your sweet boy be hurt like that, but the thought diminished quickly, replaced with an anxious realization that you're not just looking at Thanos, but his eyes.

He sees you.

Oh, fuck.

This was probably worse than watching that stupid timer tick away. His eyebrows soften from angry to shocked to bittersweet. He doesn't smile at you, but you can almost see his apology in his eyes if it weren't for his dilated pupils. His eyes look next to you, but your attention is soon changed as you hear Dae-ho. "Are you alright?" He asks, looking at you. It's only now you realize you're shaking, and you suddenly feel it all settling in. Your situation. The people, the place, the danger, it's a little too much. You bite your lip and nod, heading to the bathroom to clear your head.

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You honestly should've expected it, but you didn't. You're standing over the sink, washing blood off of your face when the door opens. You look and immediately look away. How did he even get in here? You let out a shaky sigh as you grip the sink, distracting yourself yet again.

"Hey," Thanos says, his tone a little lighter than what you've heard so far.

"I can't believe they even let you in here." You scoff, trying, and failing, to hide the crack in your voice as you look at your reflection. You're a mess. Your hair is damp with sweat, water, and probably blood. Your face is tired, your lip is quivering. You honestly look worse than him, and he just got the shit beaten out of him. "What do you want from me?" You say, not looking at him. You honestly don't expect him to be gentle with you, he never was before you broke up, but you're proven wrong.

"I don't want to upset you, Baby." He whispers, walking closer slowly.

"Don't call me that." You say, closing your eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be an asshole like he always was. Then you could tell him off and leave him in the dust again, but now you have no plan. He's not being Thanos, he's being Su-bong. You haven't heard from Su-bong in a painfully long time.

He's still coming closer. You don't move, though. You're not sure what you want him to do, but you don't think he knows either. He leans down a little bit to look at you from the side, and you open your eyes and look at him, finally. He's so pretty. You feel your eyes getting glassy as you look at him, the pain of your burnt love story refreshing in your mind. His eyes aren't as dilated, but still a bit. You hope it's just because he's looking at you, but you aren't going to think about it.

He seems to notice your glossy eyes and furrows his brows, tilting his head slightly and looking at you sympathetically. It felt unwelcome but familiar. He lifts a hand slightly, appearing to try to touch you, but doesn't move it from its place in the space between you. You don't pull your eyes from his until the stinging is too much, and you close your eyes. You tilt your head downwards to hide the trickle against your cheek.

You feel his hand hold your face gently as he sighs lightly. "I'm so sorry," is all he whispers. You want to lean into his touch and accept his offer of love and forgiveness, but you're scared. He knows you are. But you don't move. You don't want him to stay, but you don't want him to leave.

"I know." You say, defeated. You bring your arms away from the sink to play with your hands, your body naturally turning to him. "You always said you were." You whisper, sniffing. You see his eyes close and he looks frustrated with himself, but you feel his other hand on yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your hands.

"I was so stupid, angel. I couldn't see what I was igniting until our love was already burnt." He says, never taking his eyes off you. You laugh lightly, and he smiles, confused. "What?"

"Kinda sappy, but I'd expect nothing less from you." You tease, as he scoffs. You sniff once more before dragging your eyes to meet his. You're met with nothing but care in his eyes. You look at him and are reminded of your perfect boy, who always made you smile.

"Please forgive me." He whispers. "I still dream about you. I've never loved someone like I love you." He admits, so quiet he was scared you might not hear, but you did. Your heart beats a little faster as you move closer, leaning your forehead to his. he closes his eyes, and you copy. You had certainly missed this.

"It will be difficult," you say, he nods, "Don't hurt me again, please." He bites his lip, and both his hands find your jaw, moving back to look at you.

You inch closer to each other, painfully slow. Your breath is shallow, you can feel your brain screaming to stop. He's so soft, though. Nothing is stopping you. You can feel his breath fanning onto your nose as his thumb glides over your cheek. Your hands have the urge to hold him, to let him love you and cherish you. You want to lay your face on his neck and fall asleep in his arms.

You want to question yourself, too. You want to stop, run away, and ignore every call. That is until your hands find his shirt, and you realize you can't stop if you try. This is what you need. This is why you want to cry. This is what you're aching for, and the heart wants what it wants.

So, you lean forward, accepting the wave of warmth that washes over you when he softly kisses you. You get chills up your body, one of your hands moving to his neck, then to his hair, slowly pressing a little harder, feeling him loosen in your grasp. You want to keep it this way forever, to stay in his presence and be showered with gentle love and appreciation until you're suffocated. But still, you lean back. You can't deny you're glad to see his smile when you open your eyes, and he can't say he's upset to see yours shining back.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Oh No Wolverine, I'm Stuck!

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

Logan helps you out when you get stuck...

A/N: Don't ask

Warnings: SMUT! MDNI, thanks :), unprotected PiV, creampie, implied squirting, ass and puss smacking, Logan being a perv and a menace, uses pussy pronouns lol, reader gets into a predicament, stuck porn? what do I even call this? established relationship, reader is apart of xmen, a lil bit of fluff i guess?

“There ain’t nothing here.”

Logan shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air for any unfamiliar scents, only smelling you next to him. “It’s a dead end.” 

“Let's just scope the place, and make sure there’s nothing that could give us clues.” You say stepping forward towards the old warehouse. “Maybe someone caught wind and left.” 

“Or maybe Summers is being paranoid.” 

“Logan.” 

He rolled his eyes and followed you as you continued walking to the ruined and seemingly abandoned place, his senses high on alert for any threat to you. 

You reached the door, turning the knob and slowly peering inside. It was dim, only the windows providing minimal lighting. 

Dust particles floating around inside sunbeams, and broken glass littered some areas of the floor. Crates stacked and piled. Yet the warehouse was mostly empty.

“See?” Logan says as he puts an arm around your shoulder. “Came out here for nuffin.” 

“Maybe.” You say, leaning into his warm and sturdy figure. “Look around a bit longer? It looks like there are some offices that way.” You point through a dim area where you both can barely make out a door that leads to a room. 

“We could.” He says, before turning to you, wrapping his arms around you, and lowering his head to nuzzle his nose over yours. “Or we could have some fun.” His voice turned low and suggestive, as he pulled you against his hips. 

You let out a small laugh. “You’re a real romantic. In a dusty old warehouse?” 

“We’ve done it in worse.”

Your cheeks heat up at the memories of the various locations you and Logan had…Copulated in. He was right, there were worse locations. You weren’t going to give in that easily though. Not this time.

“Mm. Go check out those offices, for me?” You say, looking up at him innocently. He raised a brow and then tilted his head back, a flare of disappointment. 

“Bossy.” He teased as he leaned back towards you. You hummed, pecking him on the lips before stepping back, a small push to encourage him to go. He gave you a wink before you watched him lumbar over to the door, lazily pushing it open and tilting his head inside curiously, before going inside completely. You watched his tall figure and tuffs of hair disappear into the darkness.

A bit of your lip and a shake of your head.

How can he be so cute just existing?

You began exploring the warehouse yourself. Searching corners and crates. The X-men have been tracking an unruly mutant group, not only have they been causing issues for non-mutants, they have been causing issues for mutants. Everything from vandalizing businesses and homes to harassing folks, to straight threatening murder. 

They caught wind of the X-men on their tail, and it’s been a game of cat and mouse. The last time they were encountered, they outsmarted the group. It left Scott holding a very serious grudge over them and he’s been determined ever since to track them down. 

He got some intel from a few friends in the area - and begged you (not Logan) to check it out. Mainly because he and Jean had a date tonight and she would be livid if he tried to cancel another date over this. Like Phoenix type of livid. 

Logan wasn’t quite pleased that his Friday afternoon was spent chasing a lead for Scott of all people but you had promised you’d do that thing he’d like later tonight if he came with you. Now, he would’ve come either way - and you both knew that - but it certainly helped to know he’d get rewarded later. 

You walked over to another stack of crates, stacked on each other like a pyramid. So far, you haven’t found anything. Not even evidence of teenagers sneaking in and partying. It struck you a little strange, considering this wasn’t too far from a nearby town. There wasn’t even graffiti on the inside or the outside. Unusual for a supposed abandoned warehouse. 

Peering over the crates, there were gaps in them, and you could see something strange inside. You bent over one of the crates, attempting to peer inside at what you’re looking at, but couldn’t get the best view.

You pulled out a small flashlight from your utility belt, clicked it on, and bent back over the crate, practically climbing into the small cave-like space that the stacked crates created. Using the flashlight, you found an unusual surface- different from the concrete floor, this surface was metal, and there was a line running down it- giving you the impression it was a hatch. 

You started to pull back, but the position you got yourself in was awkward, and you couldn’t regain your footing or push yourself back up. Leaving you trapped between the crates.

“Shit” You muttered. One hand braced against the floor to keep you from toppling completely. Embarrassment ran through you, as you know Logan will be back soon, and he’s definitely going to be teasing you about it forever.

Opting to not call out for him, to save yourself some dignity. You waited with annoyance, tapping your fingers against the floor, kicking your legs behind you. 

“Having fun down there?” Logan's voice finally breaks the mind-numbing silence. You dropped your legs, your only way to physically express your frustration. 

“I’m stuck.” You called out. There was silence. “Are you laughing?”

“No.” His voice hinted at humor. He pulled out his phone, angling it to take the perfect picture of you. You heard the sound of a camera snap.

“Logan Howlett!” You snapped. “Don’t you dare take pictures!” 

“I’m not.” He feigns an innocent voice, putting his phone back in his pocket. Stepping closer, he examines the predicament you got yourself into. “How’d you end up like this bub?” 

“I think I found a hatch but I wasn’t sure so I leaned in to get a closer look and now I can’t get out.” You explained, your voice slightly muffled by the crates surrounding you. Logan's eyes landed on your ass, and the way the spandex suit fit over it. Not the first time he’s admired it no, but he could definitely appreciate the way it looked from this angle. “Can you please help me out?”

“Yeah yeah.” He leaned over, his hands on your hips to start pulling you out. His crotch bumped against your ass, and suddenly, it was as if a light bulb appeared over his head. A devilish grin grew on his face.

He took a step back, his hands instead coming down from your hips to grip the fat of your ass, squeezing and groping each cheek.

“Howlett!” You turned your head to yell at him, but could barely make out what was going on behind you. “I swear to god- !” You yelped when you felt his hand smack across your ass. Heat came across your body, as you felt humiliated,

Mainly because it turned you on.

He delivered another smack, and then a warm chuckle, as his hands came around the front of your hips, messing with the buckle of your pants. Once he undone them, he grabbed the hem, slowly pulling them down over your ass, revealing the lacey red panties you were wearing underneath. 

He clicked his tongue, his cock getting harder at the sight. 

“Thought you only wore these on date night baby.”

“Well it’s someone's turn to do laundry this week and he hasn’t yet so..” You muttered. “Also what the actual hell are you doing?!”

“You can act as pissy as you want baby but I can see how turned on you are.” He teases, his hand coming down over your ass again, a loud Smack! echoing through the warehouse and making you flinch.

“Logan-” You whine. You bit your bottom lip, as you felt yourself losing your composure at being pissed, especially when his thumb brushed over the spot where your arousal coated your panties. 

Logan began losing himself in you as well. He teased his thumb over your clothed pussy, watching the way your thighs twitched in reaction to the barely-there stimulus. He loved these panties on you. 

But they’re gonna have to go.

Both hands grabbed the fabric; He ripped them in half, leaving them in shreds as they fall to the floor, baring your dripping cunt to him. You gasped, your hips wiggling as you tried to move a bit again but couldn’t. 

“Logan we can’t be-”

You were cut off once more, yelping as he delivered a smack against your cunt, making you flinch. 

“What was that baby?” He asks you, before smacking you again. “Got something to say?”

Tears filled your eyes as he delivered another smack, your fluids splashing against him as you became wetter and wetter. He’s definitely going to pay for this later. 

“We...Lo we should focus-” You attempt again. “Someone- something could walk in.”

There was silence before you heard the sound of a zipper. You felt his legs bump against yours and you waited for him to say something. 

A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt the all too familiar head of his cock brushing into your folds. Your heart started pounding, as you attempted to grab onto something. A soft moan escaped you as he brushed into your folds, bumping against your clit. 

“There we go, baby.” You heard him hum. “You look good like this. Pretty pussy all on display for me.” 

Parted lips as a hitched breath escapes, you, eyes half-lidded as your face burned. You wanted to be embarrassed, to be pissed at him for doing this at the worst possible time. 

Then again, you never could resist him. 

The gas station bathroom, the back alley at that one cafe, inside the jet, and that one time at the state house in one of the closets. 

He thrust his hard cock through your folds, lubing himself up with your wetness, before pushing himself into your entrance. Slowly, borderline teasing, he pushed the tip of his cock in and out of you. Your muscles tensing as you attempt to arch your back- desperate to feel all of him. 

“Fucking soaked, sweetheart. You liking this?” You heard him. “Pussys trying to suck me in, she’s desperate for me ain’t she?” 

You let out a small breath. God he never stops with that.

He finally plunged himself into you, burying himself deep inside to the hilt. 

“Fuck-” You heard him moan. “Fuck yeah…” He hissed, his hands going to your hips, squeezing them tight, pressing divots into your skin. He tipped his head back, allowing the both of you to adjust to the feeling. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there. 

“Logan-” You whined, your toes curling and knees bending as you became desperate to feel him move. You were completely helpless in your position. You could barely rock your hips or move at all, and Logan's grip kept you from doing what you could. 

He began thrusting into you at a steady pace. Your position left you squeezing him tighter than usual, making him more forceful as he thrust in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back, lips parted as pleasure coursed through your blood, barely able to keep yourself braced upwards as your body became limp on Logan's cock, your mind becoming blank as you just focused on the warm stretch of him inside you. 

“Goddamn-” He groaned, gripping your hips tighter, enough to leave bruises on your skin, that’ll he’ll kiss in apology later. He spread his feet farther apart to support his position, his hips smacking into your ass rhythmically. “Come on baby-” He hissed, as he angled himself in a way that he knew would drive you wild. “Cum for me-” 

You kicked your legs, the stimulation of his cock pounding that lovely spot inside of you over and over and over almost becoming too much. Your boots scraped into the ground, some attempt to find footing, as the tense, building feeling became to much, and you finally snapped.

You cried out as your fluids sprayed over Logan and the floor, and he moaned your name at the feeling you drenching him, your cunt pulsing and squeezing over his dick so tightly it was almost painful.

Rutting into you, he slammed inside one more time, before emptying himself inside you, coating your walls with his cum. 

Your body felt limp, your heart pounding, and blood rushing in your ears. You felt him carefully pull out of you, before his fingers came and began stuffing his cum that was leaking out of you back inside. 

“Logan-” you whined, the stimulation becoming to much. 

A warm chuckle, and you heard a zipper. You felt your ruined panties being torn off your legs, and he lifted the spandex pants back up around your hips. Then, does he carefully help you out of the space, his hand on your head to keep you from hitting it on the crates above you. 

You weakly turned around to face him, a bit dizzy from being fucked - and from being in a position that caused your blood flow to drop. He smirked at your disgruntled and flustered state.

“That was fun.” He hummed, fixing your hair a bit. “But I did miss seeing your pretty face.” 

Your pursed your lips and he hummed, leaning down to give you a kiss. As much as you tried to hold out being angry with him; you couldn’t, melting into his lips, he wrapped his arms around you, and you both began giggling like lovesick fools. 

“You’re a pervert.” You murmured, leaning into him with your arms around his waist as you felt feeling return back to your legs. Ignoring the feeling of his cum in the spandex you had on though- was not as fun.

“Takes one to know one.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose. “So…lets see about this “hatch” you found.”

[artificial-transmutations]

Grunt Force Gamer

Friday evening, finally. After a rather stressful week at the office, Finn was looking forward to his favorite past-time activity, which was blasting through the missions of *Duty Force Alpha* with his buddies. He was a bit surprised though when he logged into the voice server to find only one of his teammates there, even though he was the one who was late.

"Hey Beck! Sorry I'm late. Where is everyone?" he asked.

Beck was the newest addition to the team and had only joined a few weeks ago, bringing them up to five guys, or a whole squad.

"Let's see..." the other guy answered.

"Joey has to help a friend to move, so he is out for tonight. Alex has to prepare a presentation for his work on Monday. And I haven't heard from Dave at all."

Finn groaned.

"So, probably girl trouble again." Dave had a history of disappearing without any trace for a couple of days, only to emerge again a few days later and explaining that he was on a date. It never seemed to work out in the long term, though.

"Anyway. What about you?"

"I'm game. Looks it's just the two of us tonight." said Beck, and Finn could vividly imagine the cocky grin of the other guy, even though their cams were off right now. Finn agreed and started up the game but couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. The thing about Beck was that he wasn't just the newest member of their team or a cool guy to hang out with. Beck was *also* rather hot, especially for a gamer, and every time he spoke, his voice alone was enough to send a chill down Finn's spine. In short, Finn had a hard crush on the other man, and the prospect of spending the evening alone with him - even though it was just digital proximity - was both exciting and frightening to him.

The trouble was: Finn knew borderline nothing about Beck at all. He knew they lived in the same city and his first name, but that was about it. He had no idea if Beck was into guys or if he was single - which Finn could hardly imagine either way - or what his type was. And, of course, he was way too shy to actually ask him.

Just as Finn logged onto the game server, Beck spoke up again.

"Ah fuck, I've got to go AFK for a few minutes again, sorry."

"Sure, no problem. I'll go get a snack as well."

Finn muted his microphone, but instead of going to the kitchen, he was quickly distracted by a message from the game, announcing a change in skill trees. As he was reading the patch notes, however, after some moments, he heard a strange noise from his headset. It sounded a bit like a quiet slapping sound, and while he was still trying to identify what it was, a faint moan reached his ears.

Oh. *Oh*! Finn froze as his brain connected the dots. Beck hadn't gone AFK in a broader sense. Well, his hands probably were off the keyboard, but...

His mind was racing, and his own cock was twitching. Beck was *jerking off* right now, and he had forgotten to mute his microphone. What now? He couldn't just sit here and listen to his teammate beat his meat, right? Perhaps he should give him some privacy and go get that snack.

On the other hand,... imagining the lean Beck stroking himself, probably watching some porn in his gaming chair was pretty hot, and Finn felt his own cock strain against his pants. He double checked his own microphone. Muted. Good. Finn felt his heart beating in his throat as he slowly fondled himself, not quite masturbating but listening to the increasingly labored breaths of his crush on the voice channel. He wondered what he was watching...

Suddenly, a coarse whisper joined the jerking noises and the moans.

"Oh yeah. Show me those big guns, Sarge. I bet your sexy biceps are so much bigger than your brain... Well, I wouldn't mind..."

No way! Beck wasn't just rubbing one out to a random porn video, but instead he was drooling over one of the game characters, Sarge, the meathead heavy type of the game.

But that meant...

Disappointment set in shortly after euphoria. Yes, that meant Beck was gay. But it also meant he preferred the more or less exact opposite of what Finn had to offer. He was a smart guy with a rather unimpressive physique - quite the contrast to Sarge, who was basically a meat mountain. In fact, Finn's character in *Duty Force Alpha* was the exact opposite of Sarge. It was a character class called 'Engineer', whose main feature was to build turrets to shoot down enemies.

But these were just game characters, right? A fantasy. Perhaps Beck didn't have those expectations in real life? Well, there was no way he would be able to ask him, not without giving away that he listened in on his masturbation session.

As if on cue, Beck was moaning loudly now, and with an almost grunting noise, the slapping stopped. He had finished, and Finn was hard. It took only a few seconds until the sound of his breath was gone, replaced by his normal voice.

"Hey, Finn. Did you get that snack?"

Finn decided to wait for two more minutes before unmuting his own microphone to keep up the charade.

"I'm back. Are you there, Beck?"

"Yeah, sorry man, I had to take care of something first. Anyway, let's get going!"

Taking care of something. You could say that. Beck chose his usual sniper character as if nothing had happened and Finn's mouse hovered over the engineer, but he hesitated. He knew Beck's fantasies rather well now. Perhaps if he tried to act a bit simpler... He clicked.

"No way! You're playing Sarge? What happened to your engi?" Beck's voice was surprised.

"Well, I..."

Finn cleared his throat, remembering that Beck apparently had the hots for the simple men.

"Heh, yeah, figured I'd mix things up a bit. These guys seem pretty... capable. And we need a bit of meat shield if it's just the two of us."

Adjusting his pattern of speech to what he thought was simple and cool was harder than expected. He found himself tripping over words more often than not, but if that had any effect on the other guy, he didn't show it immediately. He didn't ask further questions about his choice of character and the two of them went on their way, starting the first mission.

At first, Finn tried to play tactically, as he was used to by his engineer, but after half a mission, he reconsidered. Not only was Sarge simply not built for this playstyle, but he figured Beck would be more into another approach. So, he changed strategies completely and just charged into the enemies head-first and with blazing guns. This worked out remarkably well, and soon, Finn was having actual fun behaving like the meathead he was pretending to be. He even threw in a few grunts and battle cries for good measure that seemed to amuse Beck a lot.

"Sounds like someone is having fun with his new class!" he laughed after a particularly successful attack.

"Yeah. I'm just here to shoot and look pretty. No need to think of anything. Leave that to the smart guys. Like you. All I need is my guns."

The bit of boldness probably came from all the adrenalin, but it was getting easier to get into character now. In any case, Beck didn't seem to mind.

"Awesome man! So, what do you do when you're not gaming? Hit the gym much?"

Finn froze and almost got hit by an enemy assault as a consequence. Fuck! This was the first time Beck showed any interest in his personal life. But the honest answer to that would be 'no, never', clearly not what Beck wanted to hear. Against better judgment he had to lie.

"Uh... yeah, sometimes. Gotta stay in shape, y'know?", hoping that Beck would buy it.

"Nice! Hey, why don't you turn on your cam, show me those gains."

Crap. They sometimes played with their webcams on, that's how Finn knew how Beck looked like. However, since he had been sick and didn't want to turn on his own camera last time, Beck had not seen him before. And that was the only reason his bluff earlier could have worked.

"I don't know, I didn't clean my place..." he tried to evade, but it was no use.

"Aww, come on, man."

Beck had already turned on his camera and smiled into the lens, and Finn could see the handsome face he often dreamed of at night. That was, of course, too much for Finn to resist, and he turned on his camera, too, with a beating heart, expecting Beck to call him out on his lie.

But instead, Beck nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, nice. I can see your progress. You're looking pretty fit, man."

Finn just stared at the monitor for a moment. Given, the lighting wasn't all that good, but how on earth would Beck think he was looking *fit*? He inspected his own miniature image on the screen. Okay, yes, the shadows of the badly lit battle station worked in his favor here. With some fantasy, you could probably make out definition that Finn knew very well wasn't there in reality. Perhaps, Beck was just being polite.

"Uh, thanks." he said, before quickly adding "... bro." for the effect.

He felt a rush of excitement. Perhaps he would be really able to pull this off!

With the cams still on, he charged into the next pack of enemies, and watched Beck lean back into his gaming chair, giving Finn a good view of his own somewhat toned chest under his t-shirt.

"So, you got a girlfriend, Finn? Or are you more of a player?"

Fuck, more questions. His first impulse was to lie again, but no! If he wanted to have a shot with the other guy, he *had* to be honest here. He swallowed hard and answered with his eyes still lingering on Beck, trying to read his body language.

"N-no girlfriend. I'm... uh... not really into chicks."

That came out a lot less confident than he hoped. There was no sign of animosity in Beck, and even though thinking was somehow getting harder, rationally, Finn knew it was a good opportunity to ask him the same, exposing Becks own orientation. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it, so he chickened out and tried to change the subject.

"Anyway, did I tell you about this thing that happened at work the other day? I totally saved our asses by-"

He stopped again, suddenly remembering that he's supposed to play dumb.

"Uh, I mean, I dunno, it was pretty boring office stuff. Who cares about that shit, right?"

At least the lingo came a lot more naturally by now, and sometimes, Finn had to remind himself that it was a role he was playing. It was, right?

Beck raised an eyebrow, looking curious.

"Office stuff? Didn't know you worked in an office, Finn. Thought you were more of a hands-on kind of guy."

Shit! what a slip-up.

"Uh... yeah, uh... I actually am. I'm..."

Fuck, thinking was *hard*. He had to come up with something here, but his mind drew a blank until he looked back at the screen.

"... a soldier. Yeah, I'm in the army."

"Wait, you're a soldier? For real?"

Beck sounded impressed but Finn's heart was racing as he realized what he just said. But he couldn't back down now.

"Uh, yeah, that's right," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Been in the army for a couple years now."

Beck looked impressed. "No shit? That's awesome, man! But what were you doing in an office then?"

Shit, lying was *hard*. Now he had to come up with another one, and fast.

"I... uhm... Oh, right. I was actually applying for a new job, at a private security firm. Y'know, with all the political bullshit goin' on, a lot of us are lookin' to get out and find somethin' else."

That was believable. A lot of people didn't want to stay in the army with a president like that. Heck, that's why *he* was looking for another job, right?

Wait, but wasn't that part of the lie? Finn's confusion grew and he barely registered Beck's answer:

"Yeah, I hear ya."

Finn scratched his head, trying to clear his mind. Thinking had never been his strong point - or has it? However, he was quickly distracted again by a weird feeling. As he had raised his arm, his shirt felt... tight. Constricting even. Hardly believing what he felt, he looked down at his own body and felt his solid pecs through his t-shirt. No, they weren't just solid. They were *large*. Large enough to stretch the fabric of his clothing and to limit his movements. Suddenly, he was aware of his other muscles, too. His arms were far bigger than they should be. Or was that right? Wasn't that why he went to the gym every day?

"Damn Finn, I never realized how built you are." Beck’s voice interrupted his slow train of thoughts and Finn could see Beck subconsciously licking his lips at the sight.

Something was wrong here, somehow.

"I... uh... I need to piss." he declared, the crude language coming all natural now.

He almost forgot to take off his headset and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. The man who was staring back at him from the mirror was... not him. There was a certain similarity, of course, but *this* Finn was looking all different. He stripped down to his underwear to see better and was greeted by a much more massive body than before: a six-pack, bulging biceps, pecs, and all. His hair was also shorter than it used to be, and his features overall looked more rugged and less nerdy. He was a whole new, hot and handsome version of his former self. Even his face had squared up, and his jawline was much stronger. And his underwear... It looked positively *stuffed*, like he had pushed a sock in there. But he knew that wasn't the case. No, this was *his* package, the outline of his own cock pressing against the fabric, and it was a lot more than he remembered.

Finn stared at his reflection, and the reflection stared back. Something was wrong, but the fog around his brain was only getting denser.

Right, that was it. His big fingers brushed against his stubbly beard. He didn't shave, that's what was wrong here. Without a second thought, he grabbed the razor and started working on his upper lip, his chin and even his chest, until he was presentable again. It was only a few swipes, and once he was finished, he was satisfied with his work. Better.

He grabbed his clothes from the ground and didn't realize they, too, had changed into a pair of large olive cargo shorts and a white tank top.

"Yo, I'm back. Did I miss any action?"

He grinned for the camera and Beck shook his head.

"Cool!"

He readjusted his crotch and got back to playing, occasionally exchanging a joke with Beck. The game was getting really fun. Finn was blasting through enemy ranks without any consideration for strategy anymore. He was a simple guy now, and simple guys didn't need that kind of thing.

After an especially hard boss fight, he yanked his fist up in the air in triumph.

"Hell yeah! Did you see that?"

Beck laughed. "Yeah, I did, Finn. You were a beast out there."

Beck's praise gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

"Thanks man. One sec."

Without a second thought he pulled off his headset, followed by his tank top, leaving him bare-chested in front of his PC.

"Better. It's getting hot in here."

"Wow, you can say that... Holy shit!"

Beck’s eyes looked like they are about to pop out of his head. "You been hidin' that bod all this time? Damn, you look amazing!" The lust in his voice is clearly audible by now.

"Thanks, man. Just thought I'd get comfortable, y'know?" Finn grinned and ran a hand over his chiseled chest, feeling powerful and sexy. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Right, wanted to ask ya, since we're bein' honest and all... you got a girl? Or maybe you're into dudes like me?" He didn't get why he couldn't have asked that earlier, it really wasn't that hard, was it? Heh, hard.

Beck's cheeks flush slightly but he grins. "Yeah, I swing for the other team too, Finn. Never found a chick who could handle all this."

He gestured to his own, rather toned body, which wasn't quite as impressive as the one Finn was sporting now, bringing Finn to smirk in acknowledgement.

"Well, if you wanna get more comfortable too, feel free to lose the shirt, man. Unless you're scared to show me up."

Beck chuckled, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Scared? Please, I'll put your buff ass to shame!"

The two of them continue to play, now with their shirts off, and their banter becomes increasingly flirty. Finn was enjoying the attention, and it was obvious that Beck was enjoying the view as well. However, after two more missions, Beck noticed a sudden drop in his teammate’s performance.

"Dude, what's up? You're playin' like shit all of a sudden." he teased, while his eyes remained glued to the difficult situation.

However, after hearing the grunted answer from Finn, he immediately looked up to the video stream again.

"It's... hard to play with one hand, y'know?"

Beck's mouth fell open as he saw Finn, grinning, with one hand still on the controller and the other tightly wrapped around the massive hard cock he had fished out of his underwear and was stroking slowly, all while maintaining eye contact with Beck.

"Woah, dude. You're... You're jackin' off right now? While we're gaming?"

Finn just grinned broader before his hazy mind produced an idea. Instead of the controller, he took his phone in his hand and typed a bit, all while slowly continuing to work his cock. Beck didn't have to wait long for the mystery to resolve itself, though, as his own phone buzzed.

"That's my address," Finn growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Get your fine ass over here and I'll show you what this soldier can really do."

"I... I'll be there in 10 minutes." Beck promises, his own voice coarse with arousal.

The last thing he saw before his webcam switched off was a lewd grin on Finn's new face.

Hey, sorry for the long silence! I've had some stressful time at work, but now I'm back writing!

[orimuraa]

All I need is you on my side - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating gamer enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ gamer!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆wc 1.1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk why but i really love this idea so i hope it turned out okay 😭 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 💗

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

let's get this straight

we all know hee is a big gamer nerd

so i feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who really loves having you on his lap while he plays

he's a streamer so the days where he decides to keep his camera off, he likes to have you with him

if he's yelling too loud into your ear, he will immediately mute and start apologizing

heeseung would be a bit anxious at first to let his fans know about you because he's worried about hate, but his fans are all super supportive of you guys

when he kisses you on stream, the chat goes wild, telling you two to "get a room"

gamer hee is overall so happy to have you by his side and he loves you very much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

at first, jay would be very hesitant about letting his fanbase know a lot about him, but he later on grows to realize that his fans are all so supportive of him

so that's when he will start bringing you into streams if you're comfy

it started with a late night stream where you were bundled in the big white comforter, sitting on the bed and watching your boyfriend play when his chat noticed you

they kept spamming the chat with "who's the cutie behind you?" or "jay can pull?" or "jay, i love you, but i'm gonna steal that girl from you"

it made jay chuckle once he realized what was going on and so he muted himself before asking if you wanted to say hi

he slowly introduced you and said you were his amazing girlfriend (to which you blushed very hard at) before letting you go with a kiss on the cheek

his whole chat went wild and jay made a mental note that he'll include you more

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

just like hee, jakey here is a huge gamer as well

he's just so grateful for his fans so he loves being super open and honest with them

so, with your permission, jake will tell them about you and maybe even bring you onto stream sometimes

while jake is gaming, you're usually bundled up on the bed watching him or falling asleep

jake tries very hard not to wake you but if he happens to shout too loud, he'll immediately cup his hand over his mouth before rushing over to you, lulling you back to sleep with his magical kisses and small apologies

you often times just admire jake when he streams, not paying any attention to the game but more on how amazing and handsome your boyfriend is

oh! alsoo, his chat may or may not love you more than him >o<

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i'm going to be very honest right now, i do not believe that sunghoon's fans found out about you via a gaming stream

i feel like it would be one of those "building furniture from ikea, come watch me suffer" types of streams and sunghoon would just casually be answering Q&A's when someone asks if he had a gf

he would smirk before nodding and saying "i do indeed, chat. would you like to meet her?" and then rush to go ask you if you wanna say hello

but besides that, he would actually start playing less violent games because of you

he would start an animal crossing stream in the mix of all his COD or whatever streams, knowing that you would come running to play animal crossing with him

sunghoon's happiest when he sees you enjoying something he treasures a lot and he especially loves teaching you how to play certain games

and we can't forget the teasing <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

i lowkey think that sunoo would just stream and play things like zelda breath of the wild, animal crossing, or stardew valley

he's just a chill guy <3

so often times, he'll have you in his lap when he streams and plays his chill games

his chat is always happy to see you there and while sunoo is focused on gaming, you interact with the chat and get to know them better

you sit in the comfortable silence, the clicking of his keyboard and the hum of his pc being the only noise

you like to think that other people find the comfort in sunoo's streams just like you do

coming home after a long day and then being able to just relax with sunoo as he games, giggling when you read the things his chat says

yeah...he's your definition of comfort streamer

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon is naturally very protective of you and so when he introduced you to his chat and fans, he made sure that they were very respectful to you and he would spend hours scrolling through comments, reporting any hate

he does love having you with him while he streams though

seeing you interact with his chat while he plays games with his friends always makes him smile

his chat names him "#1 y/n simp" because one time, he thought he turned off the camera but he must've missed because his whole audience saw him get up and shower you in kisses before going back to his game

he was definitely trending on sns the next day

not to mention, won also loves showing you off though

like i feel like he's the type to playfully be like "i have a gf and you don't" in a teasing manner

but despite this silliness, he locks in on the games when needed, knowing you understand

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki would definitely be the type to start out by not showing your face on streams for privacy, but letting his chat know that you exist

but you soon realized that you wouldn't mind being on stream and so the day he revealed you, his chat went crazy

they all love you a lot and they adore seeing you on ni-ki's lap as he games

you're like his cheerleader

you have no idea what's going on in the game but you will clap for him every time you're sure something good happened

if you reward him with a kiss, he'll turn very red and shy before scolding his chat for spamming "simp"

ni-ki can be very noisy when he games sometimes so you have to remind him to keep it down a bit

his apology is a bunch of kisses and a couple whispered apologies

he's tough on stream but only you can bring out the softer side of him, making the chat love you even more

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @miukidoll

[mrs-kodzuken]

anything for you ⟢ bokuto k.

synopsis: dating pro!volleyball player Bokuto Koutarou meant that you dealt with a lot of hate that you didn't expect. That lead to a severe newly developed eating disorder that you hid away from your boyfriend, until he found out.

warnings: eating disorder, starving, recovery, healthy meals, emotionally intelligent Bokuto helps you, social media hate, comfort, angst and fluff

This is the sixth day you've gone without food; you could feel hunger pains slowly drifting away. You dreaded the next time they would come, begging for nutrients. Swallowing another sip of diet coke, you didn't worry about it.

After all, you have always told yourself that being skinny means being pretty.

How you desperately wanted to be pretty. How you craved it more than anything else. And fuck, it did hurt to have to keep this newfound development away from your boyfriend, Bokuto.

You both have been in a relationship for almost two years now. You remember that fateful day where you had met him by accident after going to a game for your cousin who loved a certain volleyball player.

You couldn't remember who exactly it was because you were just so captivated by the tall and muscular player who was rumbustious and oozed masculinity.

He had caught your eye and unbeknownst to you, you had also caught his as well. At the end of the game, when he was finished with interviews about his teams' win, he actually came up to you instead to talk about how long you've been a fan.

"Oh! This is my first game, I'm actually here with my cousin." You nervously chuckled, the large volleyball player in front of you making you feel giddy.

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you like my skills? Since you're new can you really tell me how it looked?" The man exclaimed, he sure was a wild one, you could already tell that.

His owlish black and white hair streaks paired with his aureolin colored, astonishing eyes. He sure was definitely blessed, not just in his physical appearance but in his game play too.

You made sure to tell him just that, especially when he scored points for his team. You weren't really sure of volleyball lingo, but you knew that he was unquestionably an eminent player.

"So, would you mind going to dinner with me? I'd love to talk more with you in some place that isn't crowded." He slyly asked, smooth moving into asking you out.

Who are you to say no to someone like him?

In the end, you agreed, and that first date was one of many that lead up to the point of him asking you to be his girlfriend. In which you obviously said yes. However, coming back to your situation right now, it was a shame that things turned out the way they did.

The more you and Koutarou had been with one another, the more self-conscious you got from social media platforms of his fans calling you all sorts of obscenities.

The main one that got you was being called fat, never in your life where you called that. You were raised to eat regular healthy portions, had your fair share of exercise and quite frankly, you felt confident in your skin, even if you were more on the curvy side of things.

That bit of information made you slowly start harming yourself. You would tell yourself that just skipping one meal wouldn't hurt, besides you didn't need the calories anyway?

Then it was every Tuesday you wouldn't eat, then thrice a week, and so on. The cycle continued until you got sick and had to call out of work.

Surviving on gum packets and diet coke honestly got you nowhere.

You could feel yourself getting skinnier, in which you'd end up pretty in the end. That's what you wanted right?

As you pretended that everything was fine, dandy, and normal, a specific night had made everything flip upside down.

Bokuto was finally home after a traveling season, being gone for three weeks was rough on the both of you. You missed him like crazy and couldn't stand to be away from him but were silently thankful he'd been gone so long for other reasons.

"Hey baby," He pulled you closer on your shared queen-sized bed. The clothes you were wearing were his and thankfully so because hiding your progress was the only way you could keep going.

"What do you want me to order for dinner tonight? I don't want to fret you to cook for me, and besides, I need a little cheat day." Kou groaned at the thought of eating healthy prepped meals, like had been for the weeks he was gone to keep his energy up.

Bokuto had missed you like crazy; he was head over heels for you too. After all, he's the one who asked you out in the first place.

After seeing you that day, in all your glory, you were absolutely beautiful to him. He wasn't sure why he was drawn to you, but he knew that he needed to talk with you and well, that ended up with you both dating, so he didn't mind the outcome.

His eyes were focused on his phone, scrolling through the numerous food restaurants in the area for the both of you to choose from. His hair was damp from the shower he just took, as well as comfy lounge clothes to lay around in.

When he originally came back, something about you was off. He couldn't pinpoint it just yet, he was waiting for you to give a hint, a slip up, something so he could connect with you emotionally.

Koutarou knew he was emotionally helpful and in tune with himself, which was something he only became better at since high school.

The TV played a few loud noises in the background, something to distract your mind from the thoughts of food.

Your mouth watered; your stomach demanded something other than diet coke and a few measly low-cal snacks that boost your energy when you needed to do something. Like needing the energy to entertain Bokuto since he was finally home.

You wanted to hold off on telling Bokuto anything, you knew he'd want you to be healthy and not severely and deathly thin.

But in your mind, that was the definition of pretty, you'd do anything to be good enough for him and being deathly skinny is what everyone on twitter was telling you to do.

You cringed away from his touch a bit, disguising it as just moving around to get comfortable. You didn't want him to know, you feared he would take the only thing that's brought you some security since he's been gone.

"Hm? Oh, I'm not really hungry. I ate a huge breakfast this morning." You lie through your teeth, it sounded believable sure, but Kou was better than that.

He wasn't going to take that bait just yet.

"Oh yeah? That's good baby, what'd you eat? I bet it was something so delicious, like your French toast. Oh, God! I've been craving that so much." Bokuto knew what he was doing, he wasn't dumb, just emotionally smart enough to do something like this to make you admit what was wrong.

Of course he's seen the way you look. Your face was a bit slimmer, you moved less, the dishes looked untouched in the cabinet the same way they were when he left.

If his suspensions were right, this may have gone on longer than he presumed, which kind of stung.

How could you keep something like this away from him? Did you not trust him enough to confide in him and ask for help? You brought him back to the present by answering his question.

"I went out this morning for breakfast when I took a walk." You nonchalantly said, not wanting this conversation to continue any further.

You wanted to say that you needed to take a bath, but he's already seen every part of that dead body you don't bear anymore.

You felt trapped to say the least.

You watched as Bokuto silently turned off the TV and turned towards you with all seriousness. That wasn't a face you saw on a daily basis, you feared what he would say next.

"How long have you been dealing with this eating disorder?" His words made you freeze, your instinct was to lie again. But was it really okay to lie to your boyfriend like this?

"I..I don't know what you're talking about. I told you I went out to eat this morning, Kou." You delude, averting your eyes to stare at the decor you both put on the walls of this shared apartment.

He wraps his hands around your hoodie covered arms and turns you to look at him in the eyes. His own searched yours for the answer, for the why. The smallest bit of anger he possessed when he realized what you were doing was long, long gone by now.

He possessed worry, anxiety, and fear for your health.

"Please, baby, please talk to me about this. I'm not mad, I promise. I'm—I'm just very concerned about you right now." He pleads with you, you can't stand to see that look in his eyes either, those beautiful eyes you fell in love with.

You know you're causing him worry, probably pain too from the way you've lied to him.

You turned away and blew out a sigh, "A while, it's not a big deal. It's... I'm fine. I'm managing it, so—you don't have to worry about it."

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal, Y/n? You've been hurting yourself for whoever knows how long and lied about it. Do you even know what you're doing to yourself? Why? What happened to have made you resort to something as harmful as this?"

"Please... just-just talk with me?" Koutarou implored emotionally, he was trying so hard not to shed tears right now. This was about you, not how you were making him feel. And he'd be damned if he guilt-tripped you like that.

Your eyes welled up with tears you didn't think you were capable of. Starving yourself never made you feel regretful of what you were doing, only carefree that you wouldn't have to be the so-called 'pig' social media referred to you as.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I just-I needed," You took a deep breath in before trying to continue.

"I just didn't want to hurt you by doing this to myself. I just wanted to be pretty for you." You cried, allowing yourself to actually feel bad and seeing what you were doing in another light. It was horrible, you felt horrible.

"Hey, hey..." He pulled you close, taking your frame into his. He could feel you now, the sheer size of you was smaller now, not too much but noticeably so since he was able to pick you up when you were not starved.

He rocked you back and forth as you cried, mumbling out apologies and small reasons why you did it. Bokuto would get to that later, but for now he needed to comfort you and make sure you both were on the same page of helping you get to recovering.

"I'm always here for you, through thick and thin. Sickness and health." He paused, "I know those are wedding vows, but they work too." He half smiled at you, trying to make you brighten just a bit.

Over the course of the night, it only got worse for you, feeling wise, and better for Koutarou so he could help you get on the path you needed to be.

The words he would always chant had replaced the negativity that encased your thoughts for almost a month.

'I'm always here for you'

They were such simple and kind words that it made you almost tear up every single time too.

Needless to say, recovery was hard. Very fucking hard. You had leaned on Bokuto as your pillar when you pushed yourself to get better and focus on your health instead of anything else.

The nights you wanted to revert back into your unhealthy lifestyle were numerous, but your pillar was always one step ahead to finding a healthy meal and a good path to walk on together after dinner.

Koutarou was exceedingly furious when he had asked for you to tell him what the reason was that you did this to yourself.

The why.

And he wasn’t prepared for you to pull out your phone and open twitter, the app you would usually go to when the hunger pains got too much.

He scrolled through your feed, seeing nothing but rudeness towards you, ridiculing you, tearing your person down when you have not even done anything.

He was so enraged that he sent out a public message without speaking to his publicist first, noting in his head that he needed to check with them about these comments of his girlfriend he’s been with since forever, and figure out how long they knew.

The public message was a threat that he wouldn’t stand for the impropriety any longer, if he heard even the littlest thing, he would personally have them held accountable and sue for hate crimes.

You were absolutely in awe watching him defend you from the merciless people that ridiculed you for something that was so physical and meaningless if you’re healthy.

It made you not want to ever be in the spotlight again but you knew that Bokuto being there was your light that he’d welcome you to hide in.

He kissed you on your forehead and snuggled into you, soothing you after he sent the public message. “It’s fixed, baby. You don’t have to worry about that ever again, I got you.”

You felt grateful for him, without your Kou you wouldn't know what to do. So, since then you both have found an abundant number of recipes that include everything you may need to help keep you full and feeling happy.

"Ready for our walk, baby?" Kou asked you, whilst you zipped up your matching jumpsuits, he had personally ordered for the both of you. He wanted to make your recovery a positive experience and help you out the best he could.

"You bet." You paused, keeping the loving eye contact the both of you held. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so big-hearted and considerate." You admitted, elated that you found someone who would go through hell with you.

"Of course, baby," He leaned down to kiss your temple, "Anything for you." 

a/n: another comfort piece because why not? requests are open (PLEASEEEE) haha, i hope you enjoyed & use bokuto as a pillar to help yourself get better if you need <3

[daphwritesworld]

#11 k. mccabe— LUNCH.

content: pussy eating (both receiving), face humping (k receiving) lots of kissing and making out lol, fingering (r receiving), public/beach sex, groping, drinking wine, tattoos, grumpy morning! reader, top!Katie, bottom!reader

warnings: mentions of tattoos, tabloids posting personal info/photos, mentions of a dvd player bc I'm old and still use them

synopsis: A much needed rest day has finally come for you and your girlfriend. She's got everything planned out for you both, from a secret appointment, to a movie date, and finally treating you to a nice lunch on the beach.

requested: yes

word count: 5.6k

!! MINORS DNI!! 18+ CONTENT

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An arm sliding around your waist is what you notice first in your daze of slumber. Your mind still hasn’t caught up yet, too focused on how cozy the bed is. But suddenly you’re being pulled to the middle of the mattress, your back hitting a chest as you snuggle into the warmth. You swear you could pass back out even easier now, the new heat source making you even more comfortable. It had been a long night celebrating your anniversary, especially since you both had a game first. You’d won 4-1 Arsenal, so the girls gladly helped you party the night away…but today is about doing all the things you weren’t free to do alone yesterday. 

“Time to get up, my darling.” Katie’s voice is always so thick with her accent first thing in the morning. The raspiness always gets to you, and she knows it, too. She’s often taken full advantage of your weakness for her morning voice. She loves whispering the dirtiest of things into your ears at the crack of dawn and letting her hands roam across your body, teasing you until you’re begging for her touch. Then she’ll flip it on you, clicking her tongue as she scolds you for running you both late to practice. “What am I gonna do with you, pretty girl? Always making us late.”

You turn around in her hold, burying your face into her neck as she starts to rub your back. The early ambiance of the outside world slowly creeps inside, like the birds chirping and cars starting to fill up the streets. You can still smell the body wash she used last night on her skin, taking in a deep breath of it as you exhale in a sleepy sigh, “Five more minutes, please baby.”

“Okay, hun..but only five more. Then we gotta get ready for the day, alright?” She’s met with a small snore from between your lips. Already back to being dead to the world in her arms. Her chest shakes with a silent laugh at that, trying not to disturb you before your times up. Katie slowly pulls your head back, resting it on her pillow so she can examine your face. There have been many days where she’s watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in an endearing way. She’d often wake up before you and just admire how beautiful you look while deep in slumber. You’re like a piece of art lying perfectly in motion, her personal Mona Lisa who stepped out of the painting. Gripping the canvas as you pulled your way to be in the world of the living and took refuge in her heart. You’ve burrowed your way into her soul, carved out a spot there, and made a permanent home…but she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

She knew you’d be trouble for her the first day you attended practice after signing with Arsenal. Strolling right in with that perfect smile on your dumb gorgeous face, and effectively distracting her for all of warm-ups. She’d gone pretty hard on you that first day during drills, taking the frustrations of her attraction out on the pitch. And after all the teasing, slide tackles, and pushes she’d sent your way, that still didn’t stop you from coming over in the locker room and telling her she played well that day. A hand extended to shake hers and that stupid smile appeared back on your face, making her heart almost burst out of her chest (for about the tenth time that day). Katie swears to this day that her brain short-circuited at that moment. You were standing in front of her covered in grass and dirt stains, and she had been the cause of them….but you still looked like a goddess standing before her, reaching out an olive branch in the shape of your perfectly painted nails. 

For the first time in her life, Katie McCabe was rendered speechless. Blubbering her mouth silently like a fish out of water before jutting her hand out to take yours. As you shook hands all Katie could concentrate on was how soft your skin was, like an invitation to never let go. You giggled while watching her, “You’re cute.” 

As you slipped away from her, she stood frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You turned at the door before you left, shooting her that paralyzing smile one last time, “See you on the pitch, McCabe…and close your mouth. Wouldn’t want our star defender catching any flies now would we?” And just like that you were gone out of the room, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her frontal cortex shattered onto the floor below her. 

It’s hard to believe it’s been a little over five years since then, and only four months since the proposal. You’re both currently living in your little bubble of love. Deciding together to keep the engagement to yourselves for at least two more months. The secrecy of sharing such an exciting and intimate moment from everyone in your lives has been fueling A LOT of sex between the two of you. In the locker room showers, the club meeting room, and numerous bathrooms or broom closets of whatever establishments the two of you have occupied. 

Katie sighs looking back at the clock, she’s already let you sleep an extra 10 minutes now. She knows how you are though, especially first thing in the morning. You’re usually her walking sunshine, radiating light off you everywhere you go. But you’re always her frumpy grump in the morning (as she likes to call you.) A frown and a furrow between your brows settle into your features as your sleepy eyes try to shut at any given moment. You’ve run into many, many walls that way..so Katie came up with a solution a few years back when you started living together: carrying you around like a koala bear until you can walk and function on your own.

Her arms secure you in her grip, hoisting you up as you stay sound asleep in her hold. She starts walking to the bathroom, knowing when she sits you on the counter it’s gonna wake you up. She turns the hot water in the shower on first, letting it warm up as she gets you up enough to hop in with her. The cold marble lights goosebumps across your skin as you jolt alive wakeful, your eyes snapping open to the bright lights above you. Your hips go to lift your thighs off the freezing countertop, but Katie’s hands stop you, pushing you to sit back down. Her hands slip under your shirt as you shiver at the feeling of her ring sliding across your warm skin, leaving a tingly feeling behind in its wake. 

A kiss graces the pulse point on your neck, Katie’s lips lingering as you start leaning into her more. The soft sucks and nips from her teeth start warming you up slowly. Like a fire brewing in your belly the more she teases you. She leans back for a second to pull you into a searing kiss, her nails digging into the skin of your waist now. It’s the kind of kiss that takes your breath away, leaves your face red, and panting for some fresh air when you pull apart. Katie pulls back enough to speak against your lips, “Time to get up and shower, sleepyhead.” 

Your face drops back into those distinct telltale signs that you’re frustrated. That’s made even more apparent by the way you cross your arms over your chest and let a scoff out into her face. Katie just smiles at you, used to your stink of an attitude in the morning after so many years. Honestly, at this point, if you ever woke up this early with a smile on your face she’d be racing you to the ER for a full workup of your brain. “You did not kiss me like that JUST so I’d get in the shower,” you narrow your eyes at her as you say it. “Are you saying I stink, McBabe?” you push her shoulder lightly with a pout on your lips. 

“Only your tude, darling….but your hair is looking a little doolally,” she says with a grimace on her face. The little smirk at the corner of her mouth gives way to her joking nature underneath though. You open your mouth to say something else all prickly, but she cuts you off with her fingers wiggling across your middle. Then she starts attacking you in flurry of kisses, all over your face as you struggle to get away from her.

“K-Kate! Katie s-stop!” Your hands come up to push at her stomach and chest, loud laughs ripping from your mouth as she relentlessly tickles you on the counter. “Pl-Please baby! Ok-Okay! I’ll get in t-the shower!” 

She pulls back at that, her infectious grin mirroring your own as she starts taking your clothes off. Leaving little kisses on your body as she concludes stripping you. She reaches for her shorts, but you slap her hand away. “Let me, love. Only fair that I repay the favor.” 

Your lips slot onto hers as your hands slip down her toned abdomen and start pulling her sleep shorts down her legs. No time is wasted as you instantly reach back up and take the band of her underwear into your fingertips. You rub the material through your fingers for a second, admiring the softness before they follow the path of her bottoms around her ankles. 

Then you’re gasping into her mouth as she’s backing you up into the counter you’d just been plucked off of. The articles of clothing that had taken home around her feet now kicked to the side, ironically right in front of the laundry bin. Her grip on your now bare hips disappears as she pulls away from your makeout. Using her now free hands to pull her sports bra off and toss it somewhere to be picked up later from the floor. 

She picks you back up, letting you wrap your legs around her waist as she leads you both to the now steaming shower. “I’m making you drive if all the hot water’s gone.”

Katie lightly slaps your ass as a response. The warm water surrounds you as she closes the door behind you both. She lowers you to stand on your own, hugging your back to her front as you both submerge under the downpour of the showerhead. “I’m always gonna be the one driving anyways darling, we both know that.” 

“Oh yeah? Says who?” 

“Says you miss pro passenger princess! I can’t remember one time you’ve ever sat in the drivers seat while we’ve been together…unless we’re counting when you’re on my lap while you let me–” 

“Okay! I get it, I get it!” You turn around and place a hand over her mouth, laughing as you come to terms with your new title. Deciding to tease her back a bit for causing the blush dusting your cheeks, “Don’t have to do a play-by-play for me. I know you love those, but leave our sex life out of your pregame rituals- EW KATIE!” 

She’s the one laughing now, smirking as she flicks her tongue back out at you. “That’s so gross, babe! My poor hand with your morning breath germs all over it!”

“Oh shut up! Acting like that same tongue wasn’t shoved inside your cunt less than 12 hours ago and been in your mouth ever since your pretty little eyes peeled open.” 

Your mouth shuts closed at that, the red on your cheeks deepening as you hide your face with your hands. “Okay, I’m not gonna argue with you there,” you breathe out between your fingers. You’re met with a kiss to the forehead as Katie pulls your hands away, chuckling as you reveal a small frown to her. 

“Turn around you goober, I’ll wash your hair. We really can’t mess around now or we’re gonna be late for our appointment,” she says while reaching for your shampoo. 

It’s always so relaxing when she does your hair for you some days. You used to always laugh at first because it reminded you of Charles from Brooklyn99 so badly. She never understood when you’d just burst out giggling like a madman and when she’d ask you’d just reply, “The most intimate thing you can do for a lover is wash their hair!” 

When you finally got her to agree to watch the show about a year after the shower routine started, she almost choked on her popcorn when she heard him say it. Yeah, she definitely chased you around the house before tackling you to the couch and tickling you as a punishment for making fun of her popcorn hazard. She really does love to use it as her weapon of certain surrender…because after five seconds you’re begging for a truce. 

The hints of apple and honey fill your nostrils as Katie’s fingers massage the cream into your scalp, pulling soft relieved sighs from your lips. She can physically see your body relax into hers at the act. She’d never admit it to you, but this really is the most intimate act she’s ever done with a lover…and it’s reserved just for you– promised forever now. 

“All finished, booger!” 

You turn around as she starts loading up her loofa, taking it from her grasp as you start doing it for her. It starts out innocently– it really does, okay! But like most things with Katie, they don’t stay that way for long. You can’t help but fall to your knees as the loofa runs clean water down her body now, the last of the suds swirling down the drain. “What are you doing, doll? I told you we can’t waste any more time messing around,” her hand comes to rest on the top of your head.

“And I told you I’d repay the favor last night, and I think we’ve established I don’t like leaving empty promises, baby.” Your hands run up her legs, stopping to run your nails up her inner thighs. The hand on your head turns into fingers in your hair as she lets a growl out, pulling your head up. “Stick your tongue out, darling.” 

You do as she says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Her hand moves more towards the back of your head as she pushes your face into her cunt, her shoulders hitting the cold tiles as she guides your head. Her nipples get hard from the contact off the wall, a shiver running down her spine as you start sucking on her clit. Your hands go up to grab her hips, trying to ground yourself as you get lost in the taste of her. 

“Just like that, fuck babe.” She’s gritting her teeth now, planting her footing before grinding her pussy down onto your mouth. “Open your– fuck! Open your eyes for me, love.”

And Jesus fuck you had to fight the urge to let them roll into the back of your skull when you do. She’s staring down at you with those alluring eyes, her long wet hair thrown onto one shoulder, and her abs flexing as she grinds down onto your eager mouth. You moan just at the sight, flicking your tongue on her clit as you let one of your hands come down to replace it. Then you push your tongue inside of her, desperate for a true taste of what you know she has to offer. 

“Pussy drunk aren’t you, darling?” she laughs out, holding you completely still as she puts a little more pressure onto your face as she humps into your tongue harder. The water running down her perfectly sculpted body is reflecting off the light coming into the bathroom. A sign of the little time you two really have, the rest of the world carrying on as you’re frozen in the spot between her legs. Your knees are aching and your jaws getting sore, but that bleeds into the background noise as Katie lets out a knee-wobbling moan. 

Her eyes burn into yours as her legs start to shake around your head, and you start grinding your face back up into her as she comes down. The roll of her hips bumping her clit into your nose in the chaos, more sweet sounds tumbling from her lips. She cums with a groan of your name falling from her lips, the hand in your hair dragging you up her body.

You let your tongue trace its way up her body as she brings you up to meet each other’s lips in a messy kiss. Tasting herself all over your mouth as she walks back under the main stream of water, you squeal from the chill from the now heatless water. She quickly washes you both up before hurrying from the shower, a new skip in her step for the day. 

It only takes you both about 15 minutes to get ready, you in a nice flowy sundress that Katie had surprised you with last night in the early a.m. hum of London. You’d stumbled in all tipsy, horny, but determined to swap your gifts before bed, and by god, you got it done, too. Like did you look at them for 5 seconds and then instantly sit them on the coffee table and fuck for three hours straight around on different surfaces of the house?...The answer would be yes. BUT hey you got the prioritized goal done before going at it like animals and that’s all that matters in your book. 

Katie walks into the bathroom where you’re finishing up your makeup, and your eyes almost pop out of your head. She’s wearing an outfit that throws you headfirst into ovulation early. There she stood in her tight tan crop top and white flowy pants. The glasses you had gifted her two birthdays ago, a gold necklace with your initial hanging from it, and the gold watch you bought her for your first anniversary to match.

It all comes together to make a delicious sight for your viewing. She comes up behind you, arms bulging as she places her hands beside you on the same countertop you’d made out on earlier. “Stop ogling me, we’re gonna be late you perv!” 

You roll your eyes at her before finally zipping up your makeup bag. You put on some lipgloss before tucking it in your purse and moving to go put your shoes on. “Wear comfy ones, I’ve got a surprise for you at lunch!” she calls out across the room as she sees you approaching the shoe rack on your side of the closet. You give her a questioning look, wondering why you’d need comfy shoes for whatever restaurant she’s chosen…but nonetheless, you comply. Slipping on some sandals to match your dress, and to show off your matching nails of course (courtesy of being paid for by your girlfriend). 

You arrive at the tattoo parlour right on time, not a moment to spare. You hop out of the car and rush inside hand in hand with Katie. She leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head after she’s talked with the man at the front, “You’re so lucky we weren’t late or you’d be in big trouble, missy.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” you whisper back at her, “but we weren’t, so live a little, babe.” 

She just shakes her head at you, following behind the heavily inked man in front of you until he pulls the curtains back to an empty room. He leads you inside and pats the freshly cleaned black leather chair, “Alright who’s going first?” 

—

When you leave the shop you’ve both got a huge smile on your face, hands intertwined and swinging as you skip to the car. “I can’t believe we really did that, Katie!” 

“Best believe we did, darling! Now you’re really stuck with me forever,” she pulls you back into her arms. Stopping on the sidewalk to take this moment in with you. 

“And always,” you say barely above a whisper, but it’s enough for just Katie to hear. Your fingertips move as gently as ever as they trace along her ribs, right under her left boob where the fresh ink lays eternally embedded into her skin. You’d both gotten matching ones– a cliche I know– but it was something you’ve both wanted for a while. Hers saying, “go deo” and yours, “i gconai” in the same spot. It’s a promise to each other that’s permanently carved into your persons; a pledge of forever and always. As cheesy as it sounds the words hold dear for you both, and the Gaelic spelling gives a deeper connection as well. 

Katie swears she feels her heart stop beating in her chest as the sounds of the city become nothing but white noise, her body leaning into yours as you share a soft, yet passionate kiss in the busy bustle of the city. You almost don’t want to pull apart, but the remembrance of your surprise is what fuels you to break away and start tugging her toward where she parked the car. “Come on, move it McBabe! I heard we’ve got a plan for lunch, and I’m dying to see what you’ve got arranged!” 

After a 3-and-a-half-hour ride, you finally reach your destination. She’s brought you to Priory Beach, the place you went to on your second-anniversary trip. She leads you out to a white tent on the side of the beach, out of the way enough for some privacy between you two. As she leads you closer you feel tears gathering in your eyes at the sight. There’s not just a tent, but blankets spread out, too. A mini table is set up full of your favorite picnic foods, a vase with your favorite flowers, two wine glasses, and your favorite red bottle to accompany it. A little fully charged DVD player is under the table, and the movie you two watched on your first date sits right beside it. But the polaroids of you two hanging from the white tull-wrapped arch is what does it for you, and before you know it you’re crying like a baby. 

Katie pulls you into her arms as she hugs you, a panicked look on your face as she does. “Oh lord, I’m sorry darling! I didn’t mean to make you upset or anything-”

“No! No! I love it!” you pull back quickly, your shiny eyes meeting her terrified ones. “It’s just..no one’s ever done anything this sweet for me. It’s a lot to take in, okay!” 

She throws her head back and cackles at the realization. “Oh yeah? Not even like…oh, I don’t know, say getting a matching tattoo?” She teases as she wipes your tears away with her thumbs, now cradling your face in her hands. 

“Shut up! You know what I meant, babe!” 

She puts a hand on her chest and acts like she’s just been shot at close range, “Not even McBabe? Oh, see you are mad at me!” She lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping down onto the blanket as she gets on her knees and takes your hands into hers begging for your forgiveness. You quickly do, laughing at her antics before she pulls you down to sit with her. It’s a beautiful view to have as you eat. The waves roll in as a backdrop to the movie as it plays. It’s really all just background music to the endless conversation between you two, the wine keeps flowing, and the hours keep ticking by. But it’s barely been 20 minutes to you both. Too busy drowning out the world around you as you get lost in each other’s eyes and voices, retelling the best moments of your love story as you reflect on how you’ve got to where you are today. “Oh, wow! The lights are a beautiful touch!” you gasp as they flick on, lighting up your space as the sun sets before you. The movie’s long been over and the DVD player dead for a while, too. You take a sip from your last glass of wine and lean your head on Katie’s shoulder, taking in the beauty of the scenery that you’re able to see up close and personal right now. The oranges, pinks, and reds reflect off the water. Ripples of incomprehensible vibrant colors all mashing into one to create an unforgettable memory. “Should we take a picture of the sunse– what are you looking at?” you cut yourself off as you look up at her, the last part of your sentence becoming a whisper. She’s just staring at you, with this unreadable expression on her face, it’s truly one you’ve never seen before (at least not awake). 

“You’re just so beautiful. I wake up every day in awe that it’s me you’ve chosen to spend the rest of your life with. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I thank god every night that I’m holding you to my chest. I get to experience the best parts of life because of you, and I’ll never be able to truly repay you for that, y/n…but thankfully I’ve got the rest of our lifetime together to try.”

You can feel the weight of her words as she speaks them. There’s no smile, laugh, or distraction in her voice. She’s confessing to you, like a sinner in a catholic church. Spilling the contents of her soul out onto the staircase of your heart, and leaving it there for you to either clean it up or let it soak into the deepest parts of you. So you lean up and press your lips against hers. Katie grabs your face, turning you around as she yanks you onto her lap. Your half-empty wine glass goes flying, landing in the sand beside the blanket as the wine leaks into the ground staining it dark. 

You want to say something back to her, but your brain is just mush. It’s like she’s stolen all the thoughts out of your head and you’re just floating in this bliss called her. You’re starting to think she was onto something when she said you fried her brain that one day because holy fuck you’re really humping your fiance’s lap on a public beach right now without a care in the world like you two aren’t famous athletes. “Mmm Katie– someone could s-see us,” you can barely get it out as she keeps her lips on yours. 

“Then let them,” she says it so casually into your lips that you almost listen to her, but one of you has to be the responsible one. So you pull back and give her your best kicked-puppy look, a pout dancing on your bottom lip, “Please, baby. I don’t want to end up on the front page of some tabloid– at least not till I’m officially Mrs. McBabe.” 

She looks at you while biting on her bottom lip, her brows furrowed as she thinks of something deep in thought. You tilt your head at her after a few seconds, placing a hand on her shoulder to check on her. “Baby? Are you ok–OH MY G–” You’re cut off twice. The first time when she manhandles you into the air. The second one is when she continues to manhandle you between her thighs, resting your back on her chest and a hand over your mouth. “Shhh darling! Wouldn’t want to ruin my plan now would you?”

You shake your head no, still not able to use your voice. So she slowly moves her hand away from your mouth, and lets it slide up the inside of your thigh. “Your dress is long enough to hide my hand, and you can hide your face in my neck if you want to, okay? I promise no one will see us” and you nod your head in response. 

“I need to hear you say it. Is this okay with you, y/n?” Her voice is suddenly stern, a hint of her softness peaking out to wrap around the words in a thin veil. 

“Yes baby, j-just please touch me already! God, I’ve needed you since you kissed my breath away this morning.” 

Katie groans into your mouth as she crashes them back together, her fingertips digging into the skin of your upper thighs as they inch up closer to your heat. When they reach your pussy she’s met with instant wetness and a loud breathy moan from you. A laugh rumbles up in her throat and vibrates your mouth as they stay connected, “No panties? Fuck baby you’ve been needing it bad all day, huh?”

You whine out at her teasing, raising your hips up as you search for her touch. Bucking wildly as your body begs for her fingers. “Okay shhh, shhh. I’ve got you now, love. Calm down,” as her digits run up and down your slit. They collect the unfathomable amount of wetness onto her fingers, your pussy leaking like a hydrant for her. She slides a single finger in first, not wanting to overwhelm you before you’re ready. 

“Add another one, please,” you say through a small moan. 

“Only cause you asked so sweet,” she smirks back at you. “My sunshine girl.”

So she slides her finger out and quickly returns with a second one buried inside your cunt. She’s fucking you a little faster now, the reluctance from your tight walls finally letting up. You’re biting your lip, muffled little cries of pleasure audible to Katie’s ears solely. 

Her other hand finds its way into the top of your dress, popping a hand underneath your bra as she starts groping your breasts. She makes sure she gives them both equal attention, switching out every so often to not overstimulate you. Her lips find shelter on your neck, leaving little pecks when and where she wants. But when you start grinding down onto her fingers, she decides to add another one by surprise this time. 

It rips a louder moan from your mouth, especially since her thumb is adding to the mix and rubbing circles onto your clit now. Your body wants to squirm away, but you’re stuck between Katie’s legs, being forced into letting the pleasure wreck through your body. “I’m g-gonna cum, baby!”

You feel a smile against your jaw, “You’re my pretty fucking fiancé, yeah? I love you so much. I can’t wait to marry you, darling. Can’t wait to make love to you as my wife– my other half.” 

 she’s starting to ramble and it’s going to be your downfall. The feeling of her curling them to hit right into her sweet spot draws you even closer to the edge, “Let it all out, darling. Cum on and give it to me!”

And so you do. Your hand comes around to grip her wrist through your sundress, your nails digging into her skin as you flail around in her hold. Your back arches away from her chest and your toes curl as they kick out in front of you. Your walls squeeze her fingers so tight she has to stop moving them as she’s biting love marks into your skin, trying to let this orgasm run its course as long as it can. You swear you’ve never cum this hard– positively boneless in her hold. 

You hiss at the slight sting as she pulls them out of you, immediately bringing them up to her mouth for a detailed cleaning with her tongue. Her eyes roll back at the flavor of you that hits her tastebuds, and she’s manhandling you onto your back this time. The soft blankets swallow you up as you lay down submerged in them, “Wh-what are you doing, K-Katie?”

“I just need to clean you up a bit, baby. I’ll be fast, I promise. Can’t have you all messy the whole ride home, now can we?” You should’ve known at the sight of her smirk right then…that it was going to be anything but speedy, but alas you have fallen victim to the tongue game of Katie McCabe once again. Your legs thrown open wide, back arched off the ground, hand on her head as it disappears under your dress, and a brand new tabloid with a picture of that exact scene on the front page the next morning. But one detail does stick out enough to add it to the headline..the shiny diamond ring on your finger, only visible from the light off of the set up she made you. 

“You can’t even tell that’s us, darling! It’s too dark, we’re fine. Just gotta deny deny deny,” Katie says like she’s a genius. A proud smirk on her face as she tries to pry you out from underneath your fortress of the duvet. 

“THEY HAVE PHOTOS OF US IN THOSE EXACT OUTFITS ALL OVER THE CITY THAT SAME DAY!” it’s shouted from under your mound of protection..not for you– but for Katie. If looks could kill she’d of been dead 10 times before now, all hell breaking loose after you woke up, and not five minutes later you’re getting bombarded with texts of screenshots and links. 

“Okay your right…this is serious, baby, I'm sorry…So should we start the onlyfans on our honeymoon? I could retire ear–”

“KATIE!” And if that wasn’t enough to know you didn’t like that joke, then the pillow to the face should definitely get your mood across.

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KitKat!🍫

I'd like to request a Tara Carpenter x FemReader lovey-dovey story!

A Dinner date! This date is early in their relationship.

Tara is cooking for R? She's asking for Sam's assistance on how to make a dish they loved when they were younger. They are the only ones home. R brings dessert from a bakery Tara loves, and Tara is secretly touched she remembered. As they enter the kitchen, Sam secretly left a sticky note on the fridge (which is accidentally too high for Tara to read xddd) that says, “Don’t mess this up, Tara. She’s a keeper.” R sees it and grins.

They settle down. R compliments the food, and Tara gets flustered, turning beet red. R jokingly asks Tara what the secret ingredient is, and Tara deadpans, “My desperation.” (Love cheeky Tara...😩)

R helps Tara clean up the kitchen afterward, making it another soft moment, washing dishes side by side, sneaking glances. After the delicious dinner, they play a game on the roof with hot chocolate! 20 questions or Truth or Dare with shameless flirting and bold dares, questions.

After the game, Tara steals R’s hoodie after she gets cold, and they cuddle under a blanket, fingers laced. They watch the stars and make up fake constellations based on inside jokes! (That's just so adorable!!!!)

When Sam comes home, she walks in on them asleep on the couch, Tara tucked into R’s chest, and quietly backs out without saying a word.

Of course, I want them to kiss!!! But I can't think of the perfect time, I'm all-out of ideas. XDDD I let you do your magic!!! Take your time!

THANK YOUUU!! 💙💙

A Recipe for Us

Tara Carpenter x Female Reader (Request)

Summary: Tara wants a perfect date; quite frankly, you think any date with her is perfect.

Just fluff, no angst here.

Masterlist

Word count: 3.5k

“If you go any further, you’ll be in the closet for the first time in your life,” Anika, your roommate and a current annoyance commented as you reached further into the closet, searching for a shirt to wear for tonight’s dinner.

You faked a laugh. “Comedian,” you muttered, fully aware that half of your body was currently in the closet. You emerged from the depths of that very dark place with a couple of shirts and tossed them onto your bed. “Nope, no, not that one either,” you said as you threw shirts onto a slowly forming pile on the chair. “Shame on me for even buying that,” you tossed that one particularly hard.

“Why?! It’s a nice shirt!” Anika defended the offensive piece of clothing that you must have bought by accident.

“Meh,” and back to the closet you went as the clock kept ticking. You only had three hours left and you were starting to panic. “Can you check on the dessert for me?” you asked.

“Y/N, I checked half an hour ago, still in the fridge, still in the box, still looks good,” Anika groaned and you heard a thud as she threw herself on your bed.

“Fine,” but you still made a mental note to go and check on the dessert. It was one of the more popular ones in the bakery Tara loved, to the point it sold out within two hours. Meaning Tara often missed out on it. So, you went to the bakery the moment it opened today and got a few more than Tara and you could eat, put them in the fridge and were now hoping they’d survive the excruciating wait.

Anika hopped to her feet, probably bored of watching you turn your room into a very localized tornado victim. “I’m still not sure how you remembered that one very specific detail,” Anika teased you as she walked by you and patted you on the back.

“Of course I remember! It’s Tara’s favorite!” you defend yourself with a pout as she heads out.

“Simp!” she yells from the safe distance, laughing maniacally.

You roll your eyes and once more begin going through your closet to find the perfect outfit for tonight.

~X~

A few blocks away Tara was also losing her mind. “SAM!” she cried out like she was being chased by hellhounds as she looked at the boiling water while her hands were glued to the dough. Sam barged in with a knife in hand and Tara wondered where she got it from. All the knives were supposed to be in the kitchen.

“Where’s the intruder?!” Sam demanded, frantically looking around the kitchen for anyone.

“At the stove! Stir the pasta!” Tara yelled as water began boiling over and she did not have the time to clean the damn kitchen after making the dinner. Sam just looked at her, dumbfounded. “Sam! Please!” she urged her sister which thankfully finally made her act and stir the pasta.

“What’s the dough for?” Sam asked as she watched over the pasta.

Tara, on the other hand, felt like crying. “I wanted to make a quiche,” and she stupidly wanted to make it all from scratch. She didn’t see it, but Sam’s eyes softened. “I can’t knead it properly,” she felt helpless and frustrated.

“How about you handle the pasta and I’ll finish the dough,” Sam offered gently and Tara, wanting the dinner to be perfect, reluctantly nodded and cleaned her hands. “You know, I don’t know her as well as you do, but even I can tell she’ll be happy just eating dinner with you, no matter what it is,” Sam’s words were meant to comfort her, but it only made her more anxious.

Yes, you would be fine with anything. For all you cared Tara could go to the store and get a frozen pizza, bake it and leave it to get cold and you’d happily eat it as long as you got to do it with her. Which was why she needed this to be perfect. You deserved better than a cold pizza. And she also wanted the first dinner she made for you to be special, to be her favorite childhood meal, and she wanted you to enjoy it. “Anything won’t do, this has to be perfect,” she was as determined as she was desperate as she drained the pasta. She’d use it to make a salad since you mentioned you liked it.

Sam smiled as she for once dropped the overprotective sister act. Somehow you won her sister over. Granted, Tara always knew you’d get Sam to like you, she just didn’t expect it to happen this quickly. Well, you managed to break her own walls down and she fell hard, wishing these dates happened more often, but between college and work there just weren’t all that many nights that could be spent like this. With a, hopefully, nice dinner and relaxing without worrying about tomorrow.

“You’ll be fine, Tara. This is already perfect,” Sam really needed to work on her lies.

“Bullshit. We don’t have anything done,” Tara deadpanned, causing Sam to burst out laughing. Despite her anxiety, Tara joined in, loving the sound of Sam laughing. That certainly wasn’t something she got to hear often.

~X~

Three hours later Tara was bouncing on the soles of her feet, anxiously waiting by the doors for you to knock. She was dead tired from spending the day in the kitchen and cleaning the apartment, and getting ready for the date, and overall being worried, but she was still filled with so much anxious energy she just couldn’t settle down.

Sam went to work, meaning the two of you would be on your own and at least that brought her some relief. At least Sam wouldn’t tease her, or act overprotective, or anything else, really.

Two soft knocks on her front door would have startled her if she wasn’t so focused on the doors and she didn’t even have it in her to pretend she wasn’t right behind the doors this whole time. She swung the doors open, which, considering what happened last year, wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it all worked out as she jumped into your arms and felt all the tension and exhaustion in her body disappear as you hugged her with one hand and lifted her up. “Hey, T,” you chuckled as she kissed your cheek and quickly kissed her cheek in return. “You look beautiful,” you complimented her.

Tara rolled her eyes when you released her. “You didn’t even get to look at me,” she teased you, getting lost in your gaze.

“I caught a glimpse,” you winked at her and she felt her heart racing faster. ”I got these for you,” you brought her attention to a bouquet of roses and a paper bag from her favorite bakery.

“Y/N,” she accepted the gifts, touched by your gesture, especially when she realized you brought her favorite desserts. “It’s beautiful,” she blushed and looked you over. “And you look incredible too,” she hoped the smile on her face told you everything while she reached out and took your hand, gently pulling you into her apartment.

~X~

She was mesmerizingly beautiful and you wondered how you got so lucky. Nothing else could get your attention when she was guiding you, holding your hand, walking in front of you, when you were like this with her it felt like the whole world faded into the background and you couldn’t resist it. The moment you closed the front doors behind you, you pulled Tara back against you and wrapped your arms around her waist. “I missed you,” you muttered against her shoulder as you hugged her like that, worrying that she could feel how hard your heart was beating against her back.

Tara looked back and smiled shyly, clearly embarrassed by how easily she just melted against you. “Missed you too,” you had exams this past week, so you didn’t really get the chance to see one another.

You stood like that for a few moments, just relaxing, soaking in each other’s presence before you slowly pulled away, letting Tara lead you to the kitchen. “Could you grab the salad from the fridge? I just need to get the main dish out,” she asked as if you could say no to that.

“Of course,” you went to the fridge and noticed a note stuck to the top of it. ‘Don’t mess this up, Tara. She’s a keeper. -Sam’ you froze, shocked by what you read. You didn’t expect Sam to accept you this quickly. “There’s no way you could mess this up,” you assured her and Tara turned to look at you, clearly confused. And she looked adorable, putting the gloves on and looking all baffled and cute. You just pointed at Sam’s note, which once again confused Tara.

Did she not notice it? You pulled it off the fridge and grabbed the salad along the way. You handed the note to Tara, who immediately blushed redder than a tomato and quickly turned away from you to hide it. “I didn’t see it,” oh, right, it was a bit too tall for her. “You are a keeper, though,” she said as you set the salad down and she opened the stove. A heavenly scent struck you, temporarily making you forget whatever you were going to say. Which, in hindsight, was probably better, because Tara was already embarrassed enough.

“You’ll spoil me,” you said as the best quiche you ever saw was set on the table by the most wonderful girl you got the chance to meet.

Tara smiled and poked you in the middle of your chest. “That’s the plan,” she glanced at your lips for a moment and you nearly leaned down, but you weren’t sure if you should. You and Tara just recently got together and haven’t really kissed that many times. Tara bit her lower lip for a moment and then, with clear effort, took a step back. “We should eat before the quiche gets cold,” she made herself busy, filling the plates as you brought the utensils.

She finished filling the plates and you gave her a cheeky grin as you pulled her chair out for you. “Who is being spoiled now?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Both of us,” you shrugged, and she shook her head, but she still sat down, letting you push her chair closer to the table before sitting down next to her.

You waited for a bit, just making sure the quiche wouldn’t burn your tongue, before taking the first bite and you dropped your fork and leaned back, humming at how good it tasted. “Marry me,” you blurted out, only half-joking and making Tara laugh.

“It can’t be that good,” Tara one again turned red and looked down at her plate in embarrassment.

You looked at her sternly, or at least you were trying to be stern. You were failing miserably, but you were trying. “It can, it is, I want to know what the secret ingredient is,” you were grinning ear to ear as Tara messed with the end of the napkin. “T, Baby, it really is perfect,” you leaned in, kissing her cheek. “And it can’t just be love, there has to be some other secret ingredient here,” you whispered in her ear,

“My desperation,” she deadpanned, making you laugh and lean your forehead on her shoulder.

“You’re incredible,” you said, patting your girlfriend on the back and turning your attention back toward the perfect dinner she made for the two of you. You made a mental note to get the proper recipe later, because damn, this was incredible.

~X~

Doing dishes was not something younger Tara considered a part of a perfect date, but somehow it just felt natural with you. She cleaned the table while you began washing the dishes and Tara occasionally looked at you. You looked like you belonged here. Not in front of the sink, washing dishes, but in Tara’s life, seamlessly belonging in what used to be a lonely, almost too painful, existence. As she approached you to start drying the dishes you washed she caught herself thinking that she could definitely get used to this.

“You know you didn’t have to do this,” she said softly, her eyes once again focusing on your lips. She wanted to kiss you so badly, but, like with the dinner, she wanted this kiss to be perfect as well, to come at a perfect moment.

You shrugged in that way she absolutely adored. “I want to, though,” and that meant the world to Tara. All her life she wanted this sense of domesticity, this constant presence she would come back to over and over again. And somehow, after thinking she wouldn’t get that, after being abandoned and betrayed again and again and damn near giving up on that ideal life, she almost dared to think she might have just found it with you.

You just recently started dating, but she felt that deep connection already, felt safe and secure and cared for in ways she never did before.

So, she did the only sensible thing; she scooped some of the soap from the sink and flung it at your nose. You blinked a few times, taken aback as Tara, both to temporarily push aside the thoughts about the future, and to get that adorable reaction out of you, laughed.

“Now that’s just uncalled for,” you chuckled and, much to Tara’s surprise leaned in and brushed the tip of your soap-covered nose against her own. “It’s cute though,” you teased her when she froze, not expecting you to do that. And she definitely didn’t expect you to first wipe the soap off her nose, brushing it with your thumb so gently she nearly turned into a puddle.

“Oh shit, look at all these dishes I need to dry,” she frantically began rubbing the plate with a cloth, ignoring the smirk on your face.

~X~

You weren’t sure how this night could possibly get even better. The dinner was perfect, ou adored every moment you spent with Tara and now, for whatever reason, she was taking you outside of her apartment. You watched, puzzled and with two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket hanging over your shoulder, as she locked the doors and pulled you up the stairs by your forearm. Not that she needed to pull you, you’d follow her anywhere as long as she led the way. Still, you figured Tara liked holding you in some way.

She opened the doors and you were proven wrong. The night could get better. You looked in awe at the starry night sky, clear from clouds, bright, beautiful, almost as beautiful as the girl that led you here. Corny, yes, but you’d live with that.

Tara led you to a mattress she probably set up earlier today and the two of you sat down, enjoying the light breeze, even if it was a bit cold. Tara quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around both of you, blushing at how close you had to be for the blanket to warm both of you up. She was still shivering slightly, and you figured the pink shirt she was wearing wasn’t warming her up all that much. So, you did the only reasonable thing and set the hot chocolate down, unzipped your hoodie, took it off and gave it to Tara without a single word.

“Aww, my hero,” she teased you as she happily put the hoodie on, took a deep content breath, and snuggled against you. “Wanna play 20 questions with me?” she suddenly offered, and you haven’t played it in a while, so, you figured why not.

“Of course,” you looked at her grinning and figured you were supposed to guess. “Is it alive?” you asked and Tara rolled her eyes.

“Predictable,” she teased you. “Yes,” she still answered and you suddenly got an idea.

“How about we make it more interesting?” you offered, immediately getting Tara interested as she leaned closer to hear you out. “If I get it right in less than ten questions, I get a kiss, and if I don’t, I’ll do your chores for the weekend.”

“So, a win-win for me?” she raised an eyebrow, and you nodded. Tara smirked, leaning in so close you swore you could feel her lips on your own. “You must really want to kiss me,” she pulled back, teasing and taunting you with her lips.

“I do,” and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

Tara, despite the blush on her face, took a sip of her hot chocolate, made a show of licking her lips clean and looked you straight in the eyes. “If you guess it in less than seven questions I’ll let you kiss me all you want,” well, now you were definitely motivated.

“Deal,” you shook her hand. “Is it an animal?” she nodded. “A pet?” shook her head. “Can it fly? She shook her head again. “Is it a predator?” Tara nodded again. “A wild cat?”

“Yes, careful now, only one question left,” she warned you.

“Is it a lion?” you had to try, and she shook her head, well, there goes your unlimited kisses. You hung your head low and Tara laughed, patting you on the back to comfort you in your defeat. “Does it live in a jungle?” might as well try to get a kiss, but she shook her head and you watched her a bit suspiciously. “A leopard then?” you asked and she shook her head. “Is it a sub-species?” and there went your kiss as Tara nodded. “A Siberian tiger?” you guessed, and Tara nodded, kissing you on the cheek to give you a bit of a consolation price.

“Almost got it, Baby,” she whispered as you found comfort in hot chocolate.

You looked at the night sky, letting go of your wasted opportunity to kiss your girlfriend and resigning to doing her chores. “That looks like Babadook,” you pointed at some random stars, drawing a rough shape of the movie character as Tara laughed next to you.

“Shit, you’re right!” she began looking around and then pointed to your right. “That looks like Lightning McQueen,” and you didn’t see it, no matter how hard Tara tried to draw the lines for you.

“Come on, that’s too random,” you weren’t accepting it, but Tara kept insisting. “There’s your name, by the way,” there wasn’t but she still looked to her left and lost the newly found Lightning McQueen constellation.

“Sure, Y/N,” she dragged the words out and drank the last of her cup. “Truth or dare?” she asked you out of blue.

“Dare,” you had nothing to lose and something in Tara’s dark, beautiful eyes told you that was the correct choice.

“Kiss me,” she said and who were you to reject such a wonderful dare. You caressed her cheek, wiping a bit of hot chocolate from the corner of her soft lips and making her smile.

“The easiest dare I’ll ever complete,” you whispered, kissing her softly, almost timidly, almost as if you were still charting the new territory. And Tara responded in a similar way, just barely deepening the kiss and instead pressing her body against your own, seeking your warmth and the closeness. There was something almost lazy about the kiss, just relaxed, as if you had all the time in the world, as if the whole world stopped when the two of you were like this.

The taste of hot chocolate lingered as you separated and Tara hugged you. You remained like that, just basking in each other’s presence, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment for as long as you possibly could.

“We should do that more often,” you whispered and she nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with that.

“We definitely should,” so, she kissed you again, just as softly and gently as before.

~X~

Sam figured giving Tara and you several hours while she pretended to be at work and was instead spending time with Danny would be enough. So, a bit before midnight, she slowly unlocked her apartment and slipped in. Tara had a long day, so she wouldn’t be surprised if she fell asleep, and all things considered Sam fully expected to see you sleeping on the couch.

What she didn’t expect was to walk into her living room and see not just you sleeping on the couch, but also Tara sleeping with you, tucked into your chest while you had your arms protectively wrapped around her. You were both wrapped in blankets, but Sam could still see Tara was wearing a hoodie she didn’t recognize, that, suspiciously looked big enough to fit you.

Sam smiled, noticing the content look on Tara’s face. It’s been a while since Tara slept so peacefully. You really were a keeper.

A/N: Damn, it felt really good to go back to writing for Tara. I enjoyed this a lot and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as well.

[rowdyluv]

Believe in Me — jh86

summary: in which the summer following Jack’s rookie year is coming to an end. Not only did his rookie year come with being shafted by the league as the biggest bust, but he managed to get painted as the biggest (and newest) playboy of the league. His personal management team, the team’s management, and PR step in to clear this all up, but it takes work from Jack.

warnings/points of importance: use of y/n, fem!reader x jack, use of nicknames for female character and for Jack, fake dating trope, oblivious pining trope(?), childhood friends, minor usage of foul language, creation of side original characters for plot, time jumps, memories inserted - tumblr’s intention and italics used to notate, inner thoughts marked with ‘..’ and italicized if they occur

word count: 4.32

notes: any names used for original characters that relate to someone’s name or closely relate to a person’s name is purely by happenstance. The names were rolled by random from a generator where I inserted random first and last names.

© property of quinnylouhughesx43 ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the worn wooden planks of the back porch swing, her eyes following the lazy dance of the sunset as it descended behind the distant tree line. Her childhood home had changed so little over the years, the same comforting embrace of familiarity wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a chilly evening. The porch swing squeaked in a soothing rhythm as both her and Jack slowly swung, a nostalgic tune that had serenaded countless summer nights spent sharing secrets and laughter with Jack. The only other kid who had been in her grade when she moved in, well really one of the only other neighborhood children. The other two children in the neighborhood were his brothers. All three of which had become as much a part of her life as the very foundation of the house she grew up in.

She had spent all day out with his family by the pool, her mother insisted he come to their house for dinner though. Nothing to offer course for their life, well a year ago it wouldn’t have been.

"Do you want to talk about your new headline?" Y/n tried to hold back the hint of amusement in her tone but failed miserably. Jack's rookie season had just come to an end before the beginning of summer. In just a few months he had gone from the talk of the league as the number one draft pick to talk of the league as a "bust."

He was nothing close to a bust. It was just how the year fell.

Jack leaned back in the swing, the sun's final strokes of light for the day painting his cheekbones. He sighed; a heavy exhale filled with the weight of the rumors that had been following him like a dark shadow. "It's just how it's going to be now. You know how it is with the media. They're desperate to find a new angle to keep me going." There were a few moments of silence shared between them before he found the words to continue. "First, it's all about my game, how I'm not scoring enough or I'm not this hotshot star that every analyst built me up to be. Season ends and it's about my supposed love life." His voice was a mix of annoyance and defeat. He was used to being the center of attention, truthfully he strived to be in the center of attention. He just wasn't used to it always being negative attention.

"To be it all, I have this video chat meeting with public relations, franchise management, and my management team about some idea they have come up with to help bring attention away from everything." Jack groaned. "We have three days left of the summer before we drive back to Jersey, I don't want to spend one of them in meetings."

Y/n nodded sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on his forearm and leaning herself over on him. "It's okay, bubs. Maybe it's nothing too serious." But she could tell from the furrow in his brow, the way his jaw clenched and the tension in his voice that he was already aware of what they had come up with. Or at least he had an idea. She didn't dare pry, they may be best friends, but Jack was clearly not ready to share his thoughts. "And... If it is serious I will be in Jersey this season to help you through it."

Jack gave her a grateful smile before standing up from the porch swing, stretching his arms out wide. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't worry about it tonight." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture that was as commonplace as breathing between the two of them. "Thanks for the pep talk, toots." He said, using the childhood nickname that never failed to make her smile despite the circumstances. "I should head back down the street to my parent's place. It's getting late."

As he turned to leave, the rising moon cast a cool glow over the yard, highlighting the tall blades of grass that danced with the intermittent breeze. Y/n watched him go, her mind racing with the implications of what might happen at that during his meeting tomorrow. Would they really suggest something so ridiculous? And if they did, how would Jack handle it?

Jack's footsteps grew fainter until they were swallowed by the night. The house, once alive with the echoes of their laughter, now felt eerily quiet. Y/n remained seated out on the swing, her thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of doubt and concern. She knew Jack was strong, capable of taking on any challenge thrown his way, but the thought of him being manipulated into some scheme to save the face of the Devils franchise made her sick. Then she thought, what if they didn't call a meeting to manipulate him into anything? What if it's simply to offer suggestions on what he can do differently going forward?

Y/n eventually shut that portion of her brain off and headed inside herself. A long hot shower and her bed was calling her name.

The next day Jack sat in his father's home office, the room smelling faintly of cologne and leather, waiting for the others to join the video call. The space was a testament to his father's success, filled with trophies and framed newspaper articles from his own days as a star player and coach. It was both inspiring and daunting, a constant reminder of the legacy he and his brothers were trying to live up to. The computer screen flickered to life, displaying a Zoom call with a row of faces, some familiar, some not. His management team, PR reps, and a couple of team officials stared back at him, all expectant and poised.

Jack leaned back in the chair, his casual attire feeling woefully inadequate among the suits and professional backgrounds of his callers. He had taken his mother's advice and dressed comfortably, but now he wished he had at least put on a button-up shirt. He glanced down at his New Jersey Devils t-shirt, the logo stretched slightly across his chest. It was a fan favorite, one that had been thrown at him in excitement by a young fan at a game. It felt like a piece of armor, a symbol of his pride and commitment to the team, but today it just made him feel like he was the kid, and he was playing dress-up in his dad's old gear.

The meeting began with a round of forced smiles and awkward greetings. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/n's words from the night before echoed in his mind, a comforting whisper amidst the storm of uncertainty. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for whoever their absurd suggestion be his girlfriend when they had conjured up the fake relationship idea to "fix" his image.

"Jack, before we start, do you remember the guidelines I told you for this relationship or should we go over them again with everyone here?" The voice was cold and calculated, belonging to one of the stern-faced PR reps. Her eyes bore into him through the screen, demanding his full attention.

Jack's stomach lurched. He had hoped they would just come right out with what was new, news. "I think everyone is aware of what we're trying to achieve here, but please go ahead," he said, trying to keep the sarcasm at bay.

The stern-faced public relations rep, Ms. Castellanos, nodded curtly. "Good. So, the first guideline is that you two must be seen together at least three times a week. This includes public appearances such as dates, her being seen attending your games, and even casual outings like grocery shopping or walking the dog. That is if you or her have one."

Jack's eyes widened slightly, glancing down at his half empty coffee mug. He didn't have a dog, but he still didn't know who this girl they paired him up with was. Plus, he didn't know if Y/n had picked up any new hobbies involving pets in her last year of college. It was never mentioned during their weekly calls or on visits. It would be important to know that since she’s going to be living with him.

"Jack, are you listening?" The voice brought him back to the present, the sternness of Ms. Castellanos' tone was unmistakable.

Jack swallowed down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside him and nodded in acknowledgement.

Ms. Castellanos continued, "Guideline two, and perhaps the most important one, is that the relationship must appear genuine. You must exhibit believable public affection and body language. This means holding hands, occasional kisses on the cheek, maybe a few on the lips if the situation calls for it. As for body language," the stone-cold lady stopped speaking, watching Jack carefully once more. "You're both young, attractive, and in the public eye. If you lean into each other, have your arms around each other's waist, or even occasionally rest your head on her shoulder, it'll look natural and convincing. The media will eat it up, and your image will be transformed from a lonely heartthrob to a lovestruck boyfriend in no time."

Jack felt his cheeks flush slightly, the thought of faking intimacy with someone he'd never met before was nerve-wracking, to say the least. He took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee, trying to imagine how awkward the first kiss would be. He had never been one for faking emotions, especially something as intimate as love.

Ms. Castellanos continued, her voice unforgiving. "Guideline four is critical. The relationship must end with your girlfriend, and I stress this, must be the one to initiate the breakup. It should be done publicly and dramatically enough to make headlines, but not so much that it causes a scandal." She paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "You cannot under any circumstances leave her. If it looks like you're the one who ended things, it'll only add fuel to the fire of your reputation. You need to be seen as the heartbroken party, the victim of a fickle heart. It'll humanize you, make you more relatable to the fans."

Jack felt his jaw clench at the coldness of the plan. He had agreed to a fake relationship to get the media off his back, but this was starting to feel like a script for a reality TV show gone wrong. "And what happens if we... I mean, if she gets tired of the whole thing?" He stumbled over his words, trying to maintain some semblance of respect for the stranger he was about to be romantically linked with.

"Ah, that's where guideline five comes into play," said Ms. Castellanos, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of her own cleverness. "We've prepared a non-disclosure agreement that she will be signing before the relationship begins. It's quite comprehensive and includes clauses for breaking it off in a controlled manner. She'll understand her role in this, Jack."

Jack's grip tightened around his coffee mug, the cheap porcelain feeling fragile under his thumb. "But who is she?" he repeated, his voice a little louder, a hint of frustration creeping in.

Ms. Castellanos' smile didn't waver, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Her name is Elena Petrov," she said smoothly. "A local influencer with a clean reputation. She's been briefed on the situation and has agreed to help. She's a fan of the team and understands the importance of this for your career."

"No." Jack huffed out. gaining the attention of everyone on the call. Just the same as Jack, everyone else barely stayed tuned into her annoying voice. "She is the reason I am in this shit hole. Her friend is the last girl I was with. Elena took all the pictures. Maggie? A little help here." Jack pleaded with the IT media girl that for some miraculous reason was sitting in on the call.

"Oh. Uhm, yes. It took me days to get the pictures she put up taken down. And Mr. Hughes, we were able to prove they were edited after looking closer at them," Maggie spoke up, her voice shaky, probably from fear of interrupting the woman that could potentially ruin their lives with a tweet.

Ms. Castellanos' eyes darted from Jack to Maggie and back again, her displeasure clear. "Jack, this is non-negotiable. This is what's best for your career right now. You need to be seen as more than just a party boy. The sooner you start this relationship with Elena, the sooner we can start repairing your image," she said, her voice like a whip cracking through the tension in the room.

Jack's manager, Mr. Taylor, cleared his throat before speaking up, his tone measured and calm. "Perhaps there's another option we haven't considered. What about Y/n?" he suggested, glancing at Jack, who looked up at him, hope flickering in his eyes.

Ms. Castellanos raised an eyebrow. "Your childhood friend?" She sounded skeptical, but the video stream grew quiet, all eyes on Jack.

Jack nodded, feeling the weight of the decision he was about to make. "Yeah, Y/n. We've been best friends since middle school. Everyone already thinks we're together. It'll be believable, and she's... she's not in the spotlight like Elena is. It'll keep things more low-key." He swallowed, hoping he wasn't about to ruin their friendship.

Ms. Castellanos leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. "Very well, Jack. We'll consider it. But you need to talk to her and make sure she's on board with this. The last thing we need is for her to spill the beans and ruin the whole charade."

Jack nodded, his heart racing. He knew Y/n would do anything for him but asking her to be his fake girlfriend was a big ask. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have. After the call ended, he let out a guttural groan due to frustration. He needed to go shoot some basketball or pucks before he talked Y/n, but he didn't have that time to waste. Instead of blowing off some of his stress he slipped on some shoes, kissed his momma goodbye, and headed out to the house he has visited time and time again.

The warm afternoon air was a major contrast to the coldness of the conversation he had just had. The streetlights flickered to life as Jack approached Y/n's house, the familiar path to her door as comforting as ever. He stopped in front of the door, the color of her door had changed since last summer, but the memories that lie behind it remained the same.

Jack took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock, the sound echoing through his head. Only thing on his mind was the conversation they were about to have. Jack flinched as he realized how hard and urgent he had beat on her mother’s front door. His heart thudded against his chest, partially with the anticipation of her reaction to the proposal and because of how quickly he had walked down the block. Jack took a deep breath in an urgent need to calm himself and appear as normal as possible before he was face to face with her.

Before he could finish his internal mantra of calming himself, the front door swung open in a rush. He was slightly hoping it would somehow be one of her relatives, but there she was, looking up at him with her soft, hopeful eyes. Her hair messily tossed into a messy bun atop her head and a sprinkle of fresh freckles danced across her nose from spending the day in the sun with his family yesterday. She was wearing the momentous hoodie that he had gifted her before leaving last summer. A hoodie that held a lot in its threads for the two of them. For her, it now held a lot of silent screams and wiped away tears from the last year, but it still held their joint memories.

‘It originally had become Jack’s superstitious hoodie for a while. The lucky hoodie he would wear all the way up to when he would change for warm ups, then she would wear it. This superstition developed during the years of world juniors. The year he brought home the Gold, the superstition shifted. Jack had a “girlfriend” that entire season and she wasn’t fond of the idea of Jack and Y/n swapping clothes like they did. The games with the development program were when she noticed this happening. She confronted Y/n about having a useless crush on her boyfriend and she would be taking over wearing his hoodie from then on. Jack didn’t take lightly to it, that was his best friend, his biggest non-family supporter. So, he decided y/n would wear the hoodie the entire time, from the time they all got dressed for the day to after the game. Now, it’s hers entirely, his decision since he couldn’t be here for her and live out his dream. He wanted her to have a piece of him, but if be a piece of them. Once again, it has become her comfort item as it has been back then.’

She fiddled with the stretched out sleeves hanging over left hand anxiously as her right hand was still grasping the door knob.

"How was your meeting?" The words fell from her lips so fast she hadn't taken a moment to invite him inside. Y/n had sat out on the porch swing all morning waiting to hear from him. Seeing him now ignited her anxiety and her need to know.

Jack let out a simple laugh at her eagerness to know. He softly touched her side, giving a slight nudge as if to signal her to walk backwards into the house.

The coolness of the air conditioning kissing his skin. "It was... interesting," he said, his voice a mix of relief and dread.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She walked a few steps backwards with his guidance to allow him in, the old floorboards creaking under their weight. "Interesting as in good or interesting bad?"

Jack shrugged, his smile wavering as he let go of her and made his way into the living room. The same room where they had spent hours playing video games, watching movies, doing homework.

—Could he ask her to do this? What if it blows up in their faces and ruins everything. What if he ruins her? He’d never be able to live with himself for hurting her.

The couch looked inviting, but he knew better than to sit down without spilling his guts. "Well, it’s one of those ‘depends on how you take it’ interesting type situations..." he trailed off, his eyes wandering around the room.

Y/n looked at him, her eyebrows rising in a questioning manner. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. She could read the hesitancy written all across him. Starting with wanting to open up about his meeting. Which is something he's never had an issue with, at least with her, to not wanting to sit down. Almost as if, if he got too comfortable he would tell too much.

Taking a hold of his hand, rubbing her thumb over his palm she leaned her head on his upper arm. A common gesture between them. “Jackers?” She whispered so softly, he nearly missed it. He hummed in response coming out from where he drifted off too. She took a hold of his hand and softly pulled him down to take a seat on the couch with her.

“Jackers, just tell me. Did they come up with something ridiculous?"

Jack let out a small laugh , the sound hollow and forced. "Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it," he whined, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "They want me to start a fake relationship with someone who I know is not going to help me. Then my manager suggested someone who would be great and I was for it because we already know each other but.." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction.

Y/n let go of his hand, in an unnatural reaction as they have been platonically physical since high school, "A fake relationship?" she echoed that one snippet. “With.. With who? Since I’ll be living with you I should be prepared for a new girl even if she is a fake girlfriend.”

Jack took a deep breath and looked up at her, his eyes filled with a desperation she had never seen before. "Toots, I really don't know what to do about this. PR decided on Elena Petrov. B—”

“You mean the friend of the bitch who started this mess? No I’m sorry the two who started this mess? You’re going to pounce around all lovey with the girl who put you here?!” Y/n’s chest heaved up and down heavily. She watched Jack’s face twist in annoyance then soften.

“If you had let me finish… I flat out said no. I will not and am not going to do this plan with her. When I told everyone on the call right then that I wouldn’t, my manager suggested someone else. But I don’t know if they’ll do it. They seem pretty disappointed in me…” Jack kept his voice even and didn’t raise it. He knew how you felt about being yelled at and he couldn’t be the one to cause a panic attack because he got a little upset.

“Well, who did they suggest? Maybe I can help. As long as it’s not Elena..”

“They suggested you. They asked me if I thought you would do it or if I would like you to do it with me. But if you're upset or disappointed, I'll tell them no right now," Jack explained, his voice a low rumble of uncertainty. He started fishing his phone out of his pocket in case he had to call his manager.

Y/n felt her throat tighten as a knot formed, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She had always been there for Jack, and he for her, but this was something entirely different. This was a line they hadn’t truly crossed, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to pretend to cross it again. "Jack, I..." she murmured looking down at her hands in her lap, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I'll do it."

Jack's head snapped to look at her, his eyes failing to meet hers as she’s staring down, though a spark of hope igniting within him still. "You will?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief.

Y/n nodded, her throat tight with unspoken emotions. "Yeah, I'll do it," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "For you, I'll do it."

Jack's shoulders slumped with relief. He reached out to lift her head hesitantly so that he could meet her eyes with his. His eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to, management can figure it out.”

Y/n forced a smile and nodding her head yes, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. The thrill of being able to go and do things with Jack was nice, but the dread of being scrutinized by females she didn’t know was already gnawing at her. "Besides, it's only for a couple of months, right?"

Jack's smile didn't part to show his teeth, it stayed tight lipped, evident he wasn't as enthused as his tone of voice was letting on. "Yup! Just for a couple of months."

"Okay, we can totally pull this off. It will be like playing pretend, remember?" She nudged him with her elbow, trying to lighten the mood with a memory from their childhood. More so for herself than him.

"You mean like when we got married under that old oak tree at my grandparents' house in the summer between sixth and seventh grade?" Jack nudged her back.

"Yup when you only agreed to get pretend married so you could get your first kiss."

She let a little giggle slip out as she reminisced on the memory of her and Jack as kids under the oak tree.

A young Jack with his signature smirk standing at the ‘altar’ with the “preacher Luke”. Jack didn’t wait for Luke to do his part of the pretend wedding he skipped straight to the kiss. ‘Couldn’t wait tootsie I was just wanting my 1st’

"If I remember correctly that was your first kiss too, and you asked for another one because of the ‘belly flies’." Jack teased her enjoying seeing her cheeky smile and blush creeping up on to her cheeks.

Y/n’s laughter echoed loudly through the room. "Jack Hughes, you are such a jerk!" She said playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jack laughed echoing her laughter. "So, do we have an agreement? You'll be okay with fake dating me, even though we never got fake divorced?"

Y/n shook her head yes once again, while rolling her eyes at the boy next to her. “Yes, Jackers. Even though you never fake divorced me, I will fake date you.”

If she only knew that Jack was silently and brutally beating himself up for this. They were in for a roller coaster of chaos and changes.

Now that he had secured one portion of the agreement, he has footwork left in figuring out how to get out of the hoops and twists. Like how to get out of that very public break up after a few months into dating. He wasn’t going to make her out to be some bitch she’s not.

And if Jack has it his way, they won’t be breaking up and it won’t be a “fake” relationship for long either.

Because Jack Hughes is hopelessly in love with his best friend. If he has any luck, besides puck luck, she loves him too.

notes 2.0: hello! welcome to my newest mini series, believe in me i hope you enjoyed the first part of the series. i am always open to kindly put creative criticism. i truly appreciate all of the continued support by reading, liking, & reblogging! thank you thank you!

[dcxdpdabbles]

Any chance on an update for passion for fashion? The more I read it the weirder I get about my own fashion, and I'm excited to see where I end up lol

Dan's spine jerks into a straight line as if someone had pressed a buzzer to it, sending shockwaves of unease throughout his body. The startling shock is so severe that he drops the needs he holds in his mouth. The metal clacks softly against the kitchen tile, echoing in the silence of the house.

He stands perfectly still, straining his ears for any hints of a threat. His hands are still poised to lift the fabric, but he hears nothing besides the steady bump of his heart, the soft noise of passing cars, and his own breathing. He starts to relax his muscles despite his instincts screaming that something is wrong when he realizes what the silence also means.

The brat wasn't in the house.

Dan knew Danny had been a little upset about the bomb in their chests, starting to become more active, but there wasn't much either of them could do. They haven't found Batman, much less save his humanity, and it seemed that Clockwork would finally end his little game.

Dan hadn't told Danny, but from the very beginning, he knew neither of them would survive this mission. There was no situation in which they would be successful.

How could Dan, a being that has long ago forgotten to be human, save someone's humanity? How could Danny, a child in the eyes of many, know what was needed to keep someone from becoming a monster?

Danny thought Clockwork was a kind god who only wanted the best for the multiverse. Strapping a bomb to their core, non-standing, the boy thought of Clockwork as good. Dan had enough years under his belt as an all-powerful ghost to know not to look at beings of Clockwork's level with expectations of human concepts such as morality.

Yes, Clockwork had stepped in to preserve the timeline, but if he had genuinely cared about the lives lost and the pain Dan had caused, he would have stepped in from the beginning. Even with nearly all life on Earth wiped out by Dan, Clockwork had not moved from his Tower because, despite what humans believed, time did not need them.

Clockwork had been seen before and during humans and likely already knew what life would be like after humans. If he cared about the value of preserving life, he would have never allowed other animals to go extinct, would have stopped tragedies, and maybe would have created a task force to keep others from feeling harm.

But he doesn't.

It's simple; Clockwork was a god of time, not life, and time is never a kind thing. It's not even a cruel thing. It's just...is.

That's why Dan hadn't taken the mission seriously from the very beginning. While Danny was out and about exploring, trying to gather information and leads, he let himself sink into his role as a fashion designer. He devoted all his waking hours—and wasn't that a pain? Having to sleep, eat, and shower again—ugh—to researching, designing, and crafting everything this world had to offer in fashion.

He knew his expiration date was likely coming soon, so Dan chose to use it on something that brought him joy. It's been a long time since he felt ecstatic about anything. He felt an Obsession take root in his soul, and Dan felt content with his impending end.

Why fight for a world they would never see? Dan's family's survival had created a time paradox, wiping his crimes from existence. That was true, but the fact that he remained was a problem. Clockwork had already pulled him out of time, keeping him locked up in the Fenton Thermos for two years, waiting for Dan to vanish.

When he failed to do so, Clockwork realized that the time paradox would be permanent, and if left unchecked, it would slowly grow into a black hole. The Ancient hated dealing with black holes. In Clockwork's own words, they were such a bother to clean.

Dan had to live with the fact that he now knew every black hole was an entire world that had collapsed due to time and that the being of time regarded it with the same importance as mud tracked into his house. He may have destroyed his own world, but at least he cared when he did it.

Danny didn't know that, though. The kid was still too young to really understand how the Ancients worked. He never even questioned what the being had been doing when the last king was running around bringing everything under his tyrannical rule.

Dan hadn't been human in a long time. He had forgotten what it felt like to need to eat, drink, sleep, and, most of all, protect a child's innocence from the reality of war. With each passing day in Gotham, he felt himself reminded, like a forgotten song from his childhood, and the more effort he watched Danny put into finding Batman, the more he realized time was almost up.

He threw himself into this fashion contest because he wanted his last few days to be happy.

Clockwork had even been thoughtful enough to send him an attractive EverBurning, despite nothing coming about it because of his new age. (Though that just made Killer hotter. A man who wasn't a creep with kids was so attractive). Dan hadn't dated much when he went mad, and it would have been nice to explore the options of the Realms, but he was a dead man walking.

He was a bomb ready to explode.

tic tic tic tic

He grimaces, placing a hand over his chest. The timer was reaching its end, and he knew that somewhere out in the city, Danny realized he was in danger, too.

The ticking sped up. It moved so fast against his core that his chest physically ached with each slight twitch. Breathing through his nose- what a gross feeling he can't believe he needed it to survive again- Dan works through the pain.

He stumbles away from the mannequin. It was supposed to be his final piece for the contest. A circus theme.

Something extravagant that you couldn't wear out in the street. He took this to mean more of a costume, like what he saw in those Miss Universal culture costumes.

Dan had been making it a suit, using the iconic circuit red and white pattern with wings. Danny was going to strut to the end of the runway, hold up his wings to display acrobats, and when he moved, it would appear as if the preforms would be flying across his back.

It involved a lot of carefully placed reflect threads and tricks of the yes, but he managed to pull it off; it would be perfection. He had been excited about the big reveal

Dan glanced around his home, his eyes ranking over the fabrics and hastily drawn designs tapped to the walls. It had become a safe haven, a comfortable nest that he knew would one day be a grave, but now that the time had come, he was sad this would be his last sight.

tic tic tic tic

Danny was likely out there trying to run from the inevitable. Dan could picture him grabbing his chest and begging the bomb to stop. He would tease the boy if it wasn't in such poor taste.

Dan looks back at his unfinished masterpiece. A sense of dread and regret pools in his stomach, making his arms feel heavy. He still forces himself to pick up his needle and goes back to threading.

His fingers were no longer steady; they shook far too much, but he pushed through the sluggish feeling and carefully added more lines to the little boy he had added. He heard the final judge was once an acrobat with his family.

He figured he could use some personal points with him. A sad smirk graces his lips as the ticking gets louder and louder, drowning out the sound of his human heart. A wave of fear rocks him nearly off his feet.

Only when the screaming starts does he realize it wasn't just his human body being annoying and inconvenient with its emotional outburst. Instead, the feeling of his legs trembling was due to his house being rocked as someone had broken his door by smashing through it.

Whoever they were also seemed to have gotten a good chunk of the wall. It left a massive hole in his home, which he just knew Danny would find a way to blame him for.

Hey, at least avoiding the stupid lecture from the actual kid was one positive of his pending death!

Dan doesn't bother waving away the dust that kicks up, even if his human eyes burn with the urge to slam them close.

He stays rooted to his spot, half glancing over his shoulder as a tall, muscular man stands from the rumble. Besides the dust that covers him, the stranger doesn't seem to be affected by running through solid walls- Dan was pretty sure the house Clockwork gifted them was so old that it was built of pure bricks.

Or maybe his luchador mask was hiding a grimace of pain.

He's standing in the kitchen, meaning he has a perfect view of the living room and the stranger glancing around. Dan could keep watching him, rush out, and fight the idiot disrespecting their haunt and him, but what use would that be? There was no need to follow ghost traditions.

He was dying very soon, and he wanted to finish the suit's wings.

Dan turns back to his work, ignoring the approaching footsteps. There is a soft gasp as the home invader stands behind him, saying nothing as Dan carefully threads one, two, or three more lines. The silence is loaded, heavy with an emotion he has no mental capacity to understand.

The silence stretches on for a few minutes as Dan threads more until the stranger clears his throat pointingly.

Without turning around, Dan scoffs, "Unless you're about to apologize for breaking my house, shut the hell up."

"I thought you were in danger," the man huffs as if embarrassed and amused in equal parts. "I wasn't really thinking when I broke down the wall."

"Makes sense. You look like the kind of man that doesn't think too often." Dan acknowledges with a head nod.

The luchador laughs heartily. "You have your mother's sharp tongue."

"What do you know about my mother?"

Another long pause, just enough for Dan's chest to ache with another tidal wave of ticking as if the bomb wanted him to know it was attached to his very soul. He rocks slightly to the side, his vision going blurry, but he snaps his head back to his work. He needs to finish.

"I know she was the only woman I ever loved, and I should have gone back for her."  The Spanish catches Dan off guard. He's gotten so used to only speaking that language with Danny, as he rarely left his house, and at the Fashion competitions, they were the only Spanish speakers.

Pausing in his work, he twists around to study the Luchador, only to realize the man has walked closer. He was unnecessarily close, and if Dan were a lesser man, he would have stepped back.

But Dan hadn't been a mere man in the last two decades, so he stood his ground. A hint of pride blooms in the masked man's eyes as he frowns at him.

He tilts his head back, staring upwards at the man towering over him, at least three heads taller than Dan—though that would have been different if he were still in his original body. The stranger would only be one head taller.

"Who are you?" Dan demands.

"My name is Bane." The man reveals with gusto that hearing a four-letter name was a great honor. "And I am your father."

Dan stares momentarily, thinking the words are so stupid that he doesn't know what else to do. Bane mistakes his silence for a shock because he starts telling an insane story of being born to serve his father's life sentence in prison, growing up in prison, and being forced to undergo experiments with a drug called Venom.

How Bane broke out of the prison and killed anyone in his way on the way out in his late teens. He survived on the streets, dodging bounty hunters and the poison of Santa Prisca's general populace.

Until he encountered a young, untrained witch who could take him down with her pitiful spells that relied on death magic. She only had one spell book and half the time, the spells didn't even work, but she never let that stop her, using her fists and metal pipe when her spells failed. The two join forces to take down the prison and their labs permanently.

Bane did it for revenge for his childhood they stole from him, and the witch did it to try and find her brother, who went missing years ago. They found him before Venom could be pumped into his system, and the three lived together for a few years until the brother escaped to America after they got into trouble with someone far more dangerous than a corrupted scientist and prison.

Bane followed a few years after, breaking the young witch's heart in a foolish effort to make something bigger of himself. He had asked her to marry him and go with him to America, but she had refused because she had learned he was going to the States to create a crime empire. She was tired of evil men bringing their crimes into her life.

He found out much later he left her alone pregnant with a bounty higher than anyone else on that island. To protect her children, she vanished.

"I tried to go back," Bane whispers. "I tried to find her, make it up to her. Even if she would not marry me, at least bring her somewhere safe. By the time I was able to pick up her tail, it was too late. She was gone. All that was left of her were her two twin sons. She gave her life to make sure you got here safely. I didn't approach you because she also didn't want my dirty work to ruin your lives."

Dan holds up a hand, voice in a flat, deadpan, " Wow, that's so sad. You have the wrong pair of twins."

Bane shakes his head. "I understand you find it hard to believe. But I know your mother was Marina, just as you are mine."

"Her name was Madeline." Dan corrected with a scoff, "She wasn't some damsel in distress that you're painting her out to be. She could kick your ass."

Bane laughs almost sadly. "She always did."

Right.

"Look, I have a suit I need to finish, so unless you have a DNA test to prove your story, I'm going to-"

"I already checked our DNA." Bane cuts him off, stepping closer. "I can show it to you later. But for now, we have to go. Your brother was taken this afternoon, and it's not safe-"

Dan reels back a fist, letting it fly straight into Bane's chin. The man flies back, releasing a grunt of pain when he slams against another wall- causing it to crumble. Good thing he was dying. It would be such to be homeless. He huffs out a breath, twisting back to his suit.

He should include more metallic shimmering red fabric instead of a bright shade of red. He pinches a roll between his fingers, squinting down at it when he feels something stab him in the neck.

"I'm sorry. I failed Marina once. I won't do it again." Bane says somewhere to his left. Dan doesn't have time to respond before he feels a liquid fire pushed through his veins.

He glances at the needle sticking out of his neck with eerie calm. "Rude."

His world turns black as the ticking in his chest comes to a scorching stop. Somewhere, an Ancient smiles as his game pieces fall into place for the final curtain call.

[sumiieon]

ノ Thinking about ; librarian MYDEI ⸝⸝ modern au ⸝⸝ wc: 583 ⸝⸝ not proofread ⸝⸝ sfw ⸝⸝ english is not my first language ⸝⸝ might be ooc ⸝⸝ this one's kind of cringy ngl ⸝⸝ messily written and rushed ⸝⸝ gn reader

⸝⸝ "If there's a chance in the next life, you should come visit my library" You bet. sob sob. ⸝⸝ You first stumbled upon him when you were trying to study for a test at college. I hc'd that Mydei as a librarian and in the modern au generally is much more composed than he ever is, composed as in even calmer and relaxed now that he's out of the entire strife heir duty in this life. Still fierce though! ⸝⸝ Mydei with reading glasses. I repeat, Mydei with reading glasses. Round ones or square ones, I feel like any looks good on him (unless I'm tripping). He definitely has to keep a portion of his hair tied up though. ⸝⸝ Secretly reads those cheesy sappy romance novels in the middle of his shift and then denies it when questioned by the rest of the Chyrsos Heir (Seriously, what do you call them in the modern au because I have not a single idea on what) ⸝⸝ This may sound cliché but imagine café dates with librarian Mydei. Bonus points if you choose to work as a waiter as a part time job in a cafe, imagine Mydei visiting you at work with the sole intent of seeing you (to which, again, he wouldn't admit to your face). Please I need crumbs of more modern au with amphoreus' cast. ⸝⸝ Not to mention, library dates of course! Where both you and Mydei are graced with each other's presence and the comforting silence in the library, as well as the warmth of the sunlight peeking into the library through the windows... Aside from Phainon third-wheeling the two of you, oftentimes unintentionally, yet he does not let the opportunity of teasing Mydei slide. ⸝⸝ Sounds extremely personal, but indulges in chess with you when you visit him in the library. Him being battle smart makes me think he'd do well with games that requires you to twist your brain around like chess and I have absolutely no idea why. ⸝⸝ If you go to the library to study, Mydei will definitely help you study! Even as small as accompanying you and listening you rant about how tiring your days have been ― "here, I'll help you. Less complaining and more work" /aff (he loves you don't worry) ⸝⸝ Another cliche thing, but since Mydei is physically adept in canon, I like to think that while he's a librarian (as in, 'librarians are typically nerds' type of stuff which might not always be true) he goes to the gym as well outside his shift, or at the very least exercises often. You can see the result of his discipline routine when he carries those heavy thick books alone with ease. ⸝⸝ I heard from somewhere (totally not my gut) that Mydei gets shy when he's teased. This made me think about a confession scenario with him. He appears confident and reserved at first, but as you probe more of him and this really important stuff he wants to tell you, he folds slowly. It may not seem like it and it's really easy to miss how the tip of his ears flush slowly and subtly the longer this takes than he intended. ⸝⸝ It's not his fault, the words he wanted to say are not coming out as easy as he hoped them to be! ⸝⸝ Your daily reminder that Mydeimos from Honkai : Star Rail is babygirl wife ethereal breathtaking gorgeous

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